He Took Me Home From The Bar

A recent high school graduate went on a field trip to Lake George, New York, celebrating his graduation in a different way than most of his class, who were attending the Senior Prom that night. Randy Miller wasn’t interested in any proms, but he wasn’t sure whether he was ready for what he was planning on either.
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This was yet another opportunity for me to run, although now at this point since I had no idea where I was, that might make finding my way back home a problem. Actually, since my actual home was about 60 miles away and I was staying at a motel, I not only didn’t know where home was from there, I had even less idea about the location of that motel I had spent 22 bucks on.
As for the man, to my shame I knew only as Colin, his last name neither offered or asked for? I didn’t think he was a local either judging by his accent which I couldn’t place. This secluded cottage he had taken me to was part of a larger complex, but what brought Colin to Lake George I never learned either. I was too scared to ask much of anything. Too scared to say no either.
The cottage door came open, and then I was herded inside. It was pretty much a bed and a dresser with a mirror, with a chair stuck in the corner, and there was a bathroom off to the side, where Colin said he was going.
“Get undressed, Randy,” Colin whispered in my ear from behind and he squeezed my shoulders. “And please relax. I’m not going to bite you, I swear.”
I nodded and watched Colin got to the bathroom door while trying to figure how how this man got even bigger than he seemed to...