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From Chapter 4:
"How can you do that?" I asked.
"What?" he replied.
"I almost wet myself getting to the bathroom, I had to go so bad, and you don't even have to go?"
"I went about 15 minutes before you did."
"Then you were awake before me?"
"Yes, but I fell back asleep, and woke up when you got up to run into the bathroom." He answered. "I was having this dream after I got back that I was hugging you and squeezing your - your woody. Hee hee!"
"Uh, that was not a dream!" I said. "You WERE squeezing it!"
"Omigod! I'm sorry! I - I really was dreaming it! I woke up when you sprung out of bed."
"Hee hee, well I dreamt that you held me all night!"
"That was no dream either!" He said.
"I know! But it was! And in my dream, I was lovin' it!" He then flashed me one of his "the-sun-has-come-out grins! I guess I finally said something right.
"I love you Haoli!" he said, then, "Oh! Sorry! I really like you, Haoli!"
Now it was I that was grinning. "I love you too, Luker!"
What else could this feeling be?
Chapter 5
Etta of course made a fabulous breakfast of waffles, drenched in butter, with walnuts and home made maple syrup, along with scrambled eggs, salsa, and fresh squeezed orange and tomato juice, and milk and coffee for those who wanted it. When we were ready to leave, Etta cornered the boys, and I was close enough to hear what she said: "You boys gonna be nice to each other - or Etta gonna come get you in you dream. Etta be watching!"
We said our good-byes to the rest of the family. Luke spent a long time hugging and saying good-bye to both Chris and Craig. I was to take him back to the airport when he was ready to go home. I was beginning to hope that maybe he could find a job near where I lived.
Once on the road, both boys fell asleep. I'm sure Mel was just a normal young teen that never could get enough sleep, bit I have an idea it was an escape for Ed. An escape from thinking about seeing my parents for the first time since the altercation the other night.
"So, Haoli, what are we going to do once we get there?"
"It's only two hours, Luker. I'm afraid I am going to have to look for a job. I need to save some money to go to college. I haven't completely decided to go to UCSB, like my brother. I kind of like the idea of Berkeley. Chris started out there. That's where he met Craig and Rob. They were all involved in the bad side of a blackmailing situation. But the butt who was doing it is no longer there."
"Wow! Blackmail?" Luke asked. "Was he extorting money from them?"
"Worse! It was sex. He was a little pervert, and was getting Chris to perform oral sex on him, and also trying to get it on with Rob's girlfriend.
I don't know any more details, but I know it was pretty nasty. But between, I think, Uncle Jake and Rob's dad, they were able to get to the bottom of it, and transfer to UCSB."
"But, would you get free room and board there like you would if you went to UCSB?"
"No! That's what makes it so hard. That's why I will probably go to UCSB. But just in case I need to be making some money. Besides, even if I don't go to Berkeley, I need to be giving my parents some money. I'm out of high school now, and am an adult. I need to be carrying some of my own weight."
"Wow! You never seem to cease to amaze me. Just when I think you are not as mature as I thought, you come up with something like that. I'm in awe."
"You are in awe?" I replied. "How long have you been on your own?"
"Heh! Since I was 15. But I had no choice."
"Hah! You could have lived off the streets and begged, and sold your bod, like a lot of kids do! And man, what a bod you have to sell! You had a choice! When did you finish high school?"
Silence.
Shit! Why do I always have to say the wrong thing?
"Well, so you go to night school to finish high school!"
"I - uh - I'm sorry if I misled you, Haoli. I kind of let your brother think the same thing. I was a beach bum on the north shore for almost two years. For the last two, I have been taking night classes, and working as much as I could. It hasn't been easy, because there are plenty who are available to do the jobs which are available. And since so much tourism has been taken away from Hawaii, there are never enough of those jobs to go around. My sis has been secretly getting some money to me." I could see his eyes getting wet. "I am so sorry, du -"
"Listen here, Luker!" I interrupted. "You don't have to feel bad on my account. All that sounds exciting to me! I have nade some stupid mistakes in the past year or so. I'll tell you about them. Then you won't feel so bad." I pulled the car over, stopped and turned to him. I took both his hands, and looked into his eyes. "Luker, I am growing more attached to you with each new thing I learn about you! You are starting to seem more human to me. When you arrived here, I thought you were this black god, with blue hair and purple eyes - and me with no chance at all of ever - of ever - drawing the attention that you have given me!"
"Wow!" He replied. The tears were by now rolling easily down his cheeks. "I - how can I say this without - without sounding - uh - like I had to - or something - just because you said all that nice stuff to me!" He shook his head. "Damn it, Haoli! It wasn't supposed to go like this."
"What?" I was now really bewildered.
"Seth, my verbose Haoli - and believe me, I noticed the same trait in your brother - I now will tell you what I have been holding in ever since I first saw you. I told you - or rather asked you - if you believed in love at first sight." Luke squirmed a little at that. "Seth, I was so taken with your beautiful white face when your brother introduced us. And you were eye to eye with me. My heart flipped at the possibility of connecting with you.
"Then you said you needed more time, and it felt like a slap in the face. No, please don't apologize! Now it looks like maybe there may be a chance that you could - like - me. I am afraid of getting hurt - again - Haoli, but I - I - want to take that chance. Not because of your beautiful face, but because of your beautiful - well, because you are a beautiful person. I want you!"
"Wow!" I said. "This is moving faster than I expected. And it does scare me. But - I too want to proceed, to see where it goes. I hope I don't get hurt, but more than that, I don't want to hurt you." I shivered a little. "Does that make sense to you?"
"Perfect sense, Haoli!"
He pulled me in and kissed me on the mouth, fear evident in his eyes. His fear melted away as I kissed him back. I then sat back in my seat and started driving again. Getting back on the road, Mel woke up and said, "Are we home yet?"
"Not yet, Willie." I said. He snuggled back closer to Eddie, who held him even closer as he went back to sleep.
We had another hour to travel. It was midday so the traffic was not bad, and we got home about 1:30 PM. My mom met us at the door.
"Oh!" She said, then paused to think. "You brought a friend! This must be the boy Chris told us about. I didn't know he was coming hme with you."
"I'm sorry, Mom. It was kind of last minute. Is it a problem?"
Mom looked at the rather embarrassed, helpless look on Luke's face. "No it is I who am sorry! Where are my manners! Of COURSE it is not a problem! Any friend of Chris's is -" she then got a perplexed look on her face. "Is Chris coming, too?"
"No, mom. Luke and I sort of - hit it off - well, so he will be staying with me - us - for awhile."
"Oh. Well that's fine. The problem is - well not a problem, really, but - your sister's kids are staying here for a couple weeks. They are in the extra room. Oh, I can move them to the couch, to make room for your friend."
"Oh, Mrs. Gary! I can't let you do that!" Luke said. "I can sleep on the floor! Or in a sleeping bag in the back yard!"
"He could - uh - he could sleep in my bed, Mom. It's plenty big enough for two. I feel almost lost in it anyway. A king-sized bed for a pint-sized boy! I think it's big enough for two pint sized boys!"
"Oh! Wonderful, dear! Well, if neither of you minds, that will work fine."
"It's fine with me," Luke said, "We have been bunking together at Chris's anyway. I'm not sure I can sleep without him!"
At that Mom gave him a very curious look and he turned a dark red color that only a dark skinned person can. I had to turn around and walk to the car - to get the luggage - so she did not see the glee on my face! "Let's get this stuff in the house, I said. He was beside me in a half second, hiding his face in the trunk, stifling a laugh.
Tears were streaming down my face, and I snickered only once, and we both started giggling so hard. My mom shook her head and trying to act cool about it said, "Okay, which one of you farted?" We then lost it altogether!
"I'll never understand why boys think that is so funny!" She said as she went into the house.
The boys were still asleep. Or at least Mel was. I know that Ed was awake.
I saw him peeking out once. He was afraid to go into the house. "C'mon guys!" I hollered in the door. "Lets get those lazy bums in the house! Grab your suitcases!"
The boys went to their room and closed the door. Luke and I went in the house and straight to my room, and closed the door. I heard my mom outside the door in the hallway. "Did you boys want to take a little nap before dinner?"
Almost in unison, Luke, Ed and I said, from our various rooms, "Yes!"
"I'll wake you up when your dad comes home, dear."
"Thanks, Mom!" I fell on the bed and Luke followed me. I could not hold back any longer. I started tt giggle so hard. Luke tried to shush me, but I could not stop. Then he started, and we ended up holding and squeezing each other, tears running down our faces, sides aching from trying to hold in the laughter.
"I am kind of tired." Luke said.
"Me too. I guess the drive does that to you!" I got up and locked the door to the hall and the door to the bathroom, which also opens to the hall.
I came back and lay down directly in Luke's arms. We hugged, this time not laughing, and kissed for about a half hour, both of us straining to get out of our shorts. But we did not, we finally fell asleep, and I slept a dreamless sleep until I hear a knock at the door. We spring apart like we were spring loaded, until we remembered that I locked the door. "You father just pulled in the driveway, Sweetie. Better be getting up. My my, you must have been tired! It's six o-clock, and I haven't heard as much as a pin drop since you stopped giggling!"
Luke did a long snarffle through his nose, but I said, "let's not start again." So we controlled ourselves.
We both brushed our hair and came to the table. Mom had fixed pot roast, baked potatoes, and broccoli. "Dad, this is Luker - er, I mean Luke. He -"
"I know who he is. Your brother told me all about him. Hello Luke! Welcome to our family! Where are the boys?"
"I think Ed is afraid to come out. He doesn't know what to expect. His dad was so - um - hard in everything he did and expected, they just can't imagine -"
"Well, go get them." Dad said to me.
"Why don't you go, Dear? Show them they have nothing to fear."
"Why - why would Mel have any reason to fear?" Dad said.
"You have no idea, Dad." I said. "Mel loves his brother, and he is afraid for him."
"Okay." Dad went and opened their door, and in the sweetest voice - sweeter than he ever talked to us - "Come on in to the dinner table guys. It's time to eat."
He came in, followed by the two boys. They took their place to his left, both still looking worried.
"I guess we need to talk, huh, boys?" Dad said. "But let's wait until after dinner, and do our talking on a full stomach, in your bedroom, huh?"
So they got a reprieve, at least `til after dinner. They ate - we all did - like we were as hungry as we were! We didn't have any lunch, so we were all hungry. Even my niece and nephew ate well. When dinner was finished, Dad said, "Well let's not put this off any longer. I want you to be with us, too, Seth. What can we do with the little ones?"
"I can watch them!" Luke said. "I have a nephew about their age, back in Hawaii," he said proudly. He had already been entertaining them at the dinner table.
So Mom, Dad, Eddie, Mel and I went into the boys' bedroom. Dad brought in a chair for Mom. The rest of us sat on the bed. Dad stood. I learned that it was better for the one in authority to remain standing. His superior height commands respect and authority.
"Boys, it seems we have something pretty serious to discuss here." he went on to rehash everything Chris had told them, reassuring Mel that he was in no way in any trouble, but that he needed to be a part of this, reiterating what Chris had told him about his own determination to break the chain of abuse started or passed on by their dad.
Explaining this to them gave them room to forgive their dad, while still holding him responsible to change himself. This was explained in more detail than Chris went in to, pointing out that this was why corrective action was still needed, no matter if Eddie had already shown remorse. He even explained to them that rather than calling it "punishment' they was going to call it "corrective action", to emphasize that he would be making progress from making a decision to change and then carrying it out.
Before he was finished, he again emphasized the importance of forgiving their dad. That their dad's changing had nothing to do with the forgiveness. He demonstrated this principle with a story about a friend of his, a man who's father was a terrible person. The man hated his father. This hate colored everything the man did. The father died. It was not the classic, "Oh, I wish I had told my dad what I thought" scene.
What was tragic about Dad's friend's situation was that his misery over his dad continued even after the dad's death. His father was even controlling him from beyond the grave! He explained that forgiveness is more for the welfare of the forgivER than the forgivEN! We can forgive someone and they may never change or even acknowledge the forgiveness - or even admit they needed forgiveness. So the only one released from the misery is the one doing the forgiving.
He re-emphasized that just because they forgave their dad was not a reason to trust him, unless and until he proved himself trustworthy - which may or may not ever happen.
I was so proud of my dad. He had learned so much since Chris had come out. He had read a lot of books, and done a lot of soul searching. He was pretty hard on Chris's case, but Chris seemed to be okay, partially because he was away in Berkeley when he came out to them.
The corrective action was explained in some detail. They each were to have a weekly interview with my Dad, and were to tell him how things were going in their life, including their schoolwork and also telling him about mistakes that they made during the week. He told them that because of his experience, he would be able to tell if they were keeping something from him, so they should consider this before trying to hide anything. Also he got each of them to promise him they would not drink any alcoholic beverage at all while they were living with us. He also said, no more violent movies. They only made violence seem okay in their minds - and that was NOT okay!
The last thing he talked about was sex. He told them he knew they were experimenting with each other. They both looked like they wanted to shrink into the bed when he said that. He also said that knew that I had been involved with them. I turned crimson! He explained that because of my age, and my recent maturity, I was no longer to do any of that with them. I felt like I was on trial. I felt exposed. Like something hugely unfair just happened. I had already made that decision. Didn't he know that?
He explained to them that contrary to what they may have heard, boy's their age were not able to decide if they were "gay, straight, or bi", or whatever. He said that most boys are attracted to each other, because of curiosity, comparison and also because of their shyness towards girls. To brand themselves gay because it was fun to fool around, he said, was jumping the gun. Sex at their age was an over powering urge, and any way it is relieved could seem good.
The boys were rather blown away. Their dad never had talked to them, other than ordering them around, and meting out punishment. They seemed to trust what Dad was telling them, because of the even-tempered way he spoke to them, and because he explained everything to them logically. Too many parents expect abject obeisance from their children, never telling them why.
After all was said, and agreed to, Dad asked me to follow him into his room. He closed the door.
"Son, I am so sorry I did that to you! I felt terrible, but while I was talking, it occurred to me that Eddie, especially, was probably missing attention from you. I felt I needed to make sure they knew a line had been drawn, and why. While you were travelling, your brother called me at work and we talked for a long time. He told me how Eddie tried to blackmail you.
Please forgive him for revealing things to me. He felt it was important - and so do I. I hope you can see that." Tears were filling his eyes. Mine too. I threw my arms around my dad d hugged him closer than I ever had since I was a very little boy. He was rigid, not being used to hugging his son or any other grown man like this. But I could see relief in his eyes.
"I love you dad! I was so proud of you in there. And thank you for this. It means - so much to me. Of course I forgive you - and Chris! But I reserve the right to blackmail him at sometime in the future!"
Dad laughed at that and squeezed me, then released me. Then I did something which even surprised me: I kissed him! On the cheek. My dad blushed! Then kissed me back! "I love you too, son!" And he turned red.
Later on, after we had retired to our room, I was telling Luke about what happened. "... and then he kissed me! My dad kissed me!" Luke's mouth started to quiver and then he let out a huge sob, and tears flowed down his face. "Omigod, Luke! I'm so sorry! I wasn't -"
"It's okay, Haoli! It's just hard sometimes. I am really happy for you - I am! And for those boys. I'm afraid - my dad - SOB - will never relent."
I grabbed him and held him. "It's okay, Luke. Let it go! You are safe with me." And he did. Bigtime! He cried and sobbed and sighed and cried some more. Then I taught him the lesson my dad had just taught me on forgiveness. I think he was really moved. "I want to teach you something else that Rob taught me. He spent some time - his whole family did - in a self-realization seminar. I once got out of control, and he showed me some things - and more afterwards.
After his cry, we watched a movie. I had a TV in my room, so we had some privacy. Hee hee, I don't even remember the movie! We had our doors locked and were fiddling with each other - and each others'!
"I don't know how to say this, Haoli."
"Just say it!"
"You - I mean I wonder - er - uh" -
"This is pretty hard for you, huh, Luker?"
"What I'm trying to say, is - um - you told me that you and Eddie were - um - I think you said - suck buddies. I've never done that. DAMN that was hard, Haoli!"
"Oh! You want me to - to suck you?"
"Well, maybe that too, but I was talking about the - the other way around. Can I - suck - you -er - your's?"
I felt like I was going to come just thinking about it! I felt a surge of electricity race from my temples down into my balls, which caused them to contract as I have never before felt. A generous spurt of pre-cum came flying out. Guess what? I said okay. He was definitely a newcomer at it, but it didn't matter. I had to caution him about his teeth, and after that it was not long before I felt the familiar sensation in my balls first then thoughout my genital area. I pulled out of his mouth. "I'm gonna cum!" I whispered hoarsely. And I did, all over his chest and my stomach.
He looked up at me with questioning eyes. "Why did you do that, Haoli?"
"It wasn't exactly in my control to stop!" I defended myself."
"No, I mean, why did you take it out?"
"I didn't want to come in your mouth, Luker! Geez!"
"Why not?"
"I - we - I've never done it. That was where we drew the line. We did not fuck and we did not swallow."
"Oh."
"Why? - did you want to?"
"Not - not if you don't want to."
"Luker!" I repeated, "Did YOU want to?"
"Well after the other night when you - uh - slurped some of mine from your finger - and I copied you - I just thought -"
"I never thought about it, Luke. We just never did it. It seemed gross!"
"Was it gross the other night?"
"N - not - r - really."
"Well?"
"I guess we could - maybe - try it." I got shy all of a sudden. He grinned and lapped out with his tongue and slurped up a glob from my chest. He then brought his face right up to mine, smiled and swallowed it. Then he kissed me. I was afraid he wasn't going to swallow before he kissed me. I don't know why I was afraid. It WAS me who had initiated it the other night! I thought of the shower he had given me, and how I did not reciprocate. I kissed him back with renewed ardor. Then I started kissing down his neck.
I had no idea what I was doing. With Eddie it was not the least bit romantic. We never kissed - only sucked - never swallowed or even came close to cumming in each other's mouth. I kissed Lukes titties and worked down to his stomach. He had more of a trail going down to his pubes, and I licked and kissed it then went for the prize. He knew what was coming, but he still gasped when I took him in.
I worked him over with my mouth and tongue - probably pretty clumsily, but this was his first time, so he wasn't complaining. I could hear him start to breathe faster and he started to take air in huge gulps. I kept it up and even went faster. He suddenly pulled out of my mouth. He didn't cum.
"What are you doing!" I exclaimed.
"I wasn't sure - you didn't want to -"
"Well, I do want to now!" I said.
And I resumed my bobbing. He soon was back at his gasping and gulping. Then I heard "Ch - ghu - ah -" He started to scream, but thought better of it, and swallowed it and then he started to throw course after course of spunk into my mouth, stifling his noises. I started too late to swallow. I couldn't swallow all of it!
When it was all over he almost violently pulled me up and kissed me, sucking my tongue and as much of his own spunk into his mouth as he could. I had no idea how this would affect me. I was surprised that the taste was not at all bad. The other night, cold, I thought it was kind of gross, but not that bad. This time I was so into it, it did not phase me. It was actually good! I supposed it depended on what one ate beforehand. What blew me away was, even though I had just moments before came, it was still so good to do that for him. With Eddie, we took turns being first, because once we were done, it was no fun to do the other!
With Luke, I wanted so much to do him, and when he came it was such a spiritual high for me! Is that love, I wondered?
Luke's eyes were almost glowing, his face, even in the dimness from the street lamp seemed to light up with his bright spirit. Did I do this for him, or is it just my imagination?
We woke up pretty early, after our naps and such yesterday. I was glad. I had somewhere to take Luke. We got ready for the beach, packed a good lunch, and I drove to Corona Del Mar Beach, just past Newport It was still early, so very few people were there. We parked in the beach parking lot, then walked to the levee separating the beach from the inlet to the back bay, or Newport harbour and Balboa and Lido Isles. I led him over the wall and down into a cave. A fat person couldn't have made it.
The passageway led to a larger cave that opened up to the estuary. Sand covers the floor of the cave. It is a favorite make out spot for lovers. The waves were breaking up the estuary, and there were some beginner surfers taking long rides. When the "surf's up" this is no place for beginners. It is known as "The Wedge" the world over. We put our blanket down and then I told him what I was up to.
"Remember last night I was telling you about Rob's family and the seminar they went to?"
"Yeah." He looked wary.
"When Rob did this for us, there were 5 of us, and it probably works better with more, but I think it will work anyway."
He looked at me from under his brow.
"Draw a shape of a man in the sand."
"Why?"
"Just do it, k?"
He did it. A stick figure. I did too.
"Let's add some detail."
"How much?"
"We want it to look real."
He then took his time, drawing details such as hair, ears, toes, fingers, and genitals.
"That good enough?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said
"Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Do you trust me, Luker?"
"Yeah, but -"
"No buts! If you trust me, close your eyes." He closed them, but he was doing the close-tight-peek that little kids do! "No peeking!" Now relax. He sat down and his face relaxed, eyes closed.
"Now." I started. "Now I want you to think of your dad. Think of -"
"Fuck this shit!" He exploded! "This is crap! I don't want anything to do with that -"
I was on him in a half second. "Luke! Calm down! I'll ask you again, Do you trust me?"
"I don't know - now!"
"Oh. Well - I guess this won't work then." I purposely made myself sound very dejected and disgusted.
"C'mon, Haoli, I just don't wanna play this game."
"It's not a game, Luker! I've seen it work."
"Well, if it means so much to you..."
"It does!"
"Sigh! Where were we?"
"Your eyes were closed. I asked you to think of your father." His face went tight. This was going to be easier than I imagined. "Don't speak to me, Luker, but I want you to think of all the reasons you hate him. Don't hold back! What has he done to you all your life. A lot of it has nothing to do with your sexual preference. It may be the way he treats your sisters or your mom. Try to think of everything you hate about him." I could see his face turning white. (Well, that would be impossible, but it was losing color) and his lips and jaw kept getting tighter. His temples were pusating and he started to breath through his teeth.
"The man you drew in the sand is your dad, Luke. Show him what you think of him. Tell him! Beat him, Thrash him!"
He half heartedly hit at the figure in the sand, his eyes still closed. "You can open your eyes, Luke. I am going to join you! I started beating the figure I drew in the sand. I started yelling at it. "You ass hole! How could you be so cruel! You made your own son be afraid of you! Scum! Bastard!"
This gave Luke permission to do the same. He started thrashing at the sand like one who was possessed. I kept up my own howling to encourage him to let it all out. After about 10 to 12 minutes, his voice raw and strained and hoarse, he collapsed in the sand, crying. I let him cry for a few moments. Then I started to rub his shoulders, and back, being sure not to touch anywhere erogenous. He slowly calmed dowm and when his breathing was more even, I said:
"Luke, One day about 23 years ago, there was a man. A very happy man." I basically told the same story as I could remember that Rob told about this man being happy to have a son on the way. Then the baby was born - indeed a son. The first and only son. The man was very happy. He would always protect this son, and loved him very much. "Luke, this man was your dad. You can remember many good times with him. You know he loved you as a boy very much. Because of your dad's heritage and upbringing, he has reacted in a way to your coming out that seems contrary to the love he showed before." I said many more things similar to this, in a very soothing voice. Luke take my hand." I pulled him up and wrapped him in my arms and said. I am your dad, Luke. I still love you. I can't show you right now, but I still love you. I wish I could hold you like this forever."
He started to sob again, and held me so close, I thought he would crush me. "Luke, open your eyes." He did as he was told. "I could tell from your expressions, that you are very much influenced by your reaction to your dad's reaction to you. He's not here in this cavern, but thousands of miles away, and yet he dictates your actions much of the time. Let it go, Luke. Forgive him."
"I - I I - how can I - do that?"
"Close your eyes again." He did. I put my arms around him again, and he hungrily grabbed me back. "Luke, I am your dad again. Tell me you love me.
Say, dad, I love you."
"Dad, I - I - Sob! - love you!" His voice broke.
"Dad, I know you love me." I whispered in his ear.
"Dad, I - I - Sob! - sigh - know you love me." He then started crying anew.
"Dad," I said, "I forgive you."
"Dad, I forgi - forgi - forgi - ao-ou ugh! I FORGIVE YOU DAD!" He screamed it to get it out, then fell on my neck in tears again.
"And I love you, Luker!" I said.
He opened his eyes and stared into my eyes, hardly blinking, drained of energy. I sat him down on the sand. We watched the surfers in silence, from the mouth of the cave. Finally after an interminable time he turned to me. "That was - sigh - amazing!"
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Drained - but somehow clean. Peaceful - like I can't remember feeling before."
"I works, Luker! It worked for me. It worked for Chris and Craig. They both returned to the woods where Rob did it for us, and repeated it for themselves. I didn't feel I needed to. But just now, I noticed I feel better now myself. So if you need to do it again, you can. It helps to have another guy there to hold on to."
"Wow!" he said again.
Chapter notes: I have done this - in a group - it does work - for the most defensive! Comments may be addressed to Steve, s4d@hotmail.com. Please Write "Seth" in the subject box. Love, Steve