This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of Characters:
Cole Alexander Stephanson IV -- Our hero
Jazz -- (Jack Zachary) Coles oldest brother
Diane -- Jazz's wife
Rod -- Coles middle brother
Igor (Iggy) -- Cole's Tutoring Pupil
Cole Alexander Stephanson III -- Coles Dad
Ethyl Stephanson -- Cole's mom
Rex Remlin-- Rod's best friend
Gus Hartwin -- Cole's Boyfriend
Michelle -- Cole's old girlfriend.
Dexter -- Iggy's boyfriend
Ed -- Paramedic
Manolo -- Paramedic
Steve -- Manolo's boyfriend
Diane -- Jazz's wife
From Chapter 14:
Gus said, "I have a surprise for you tonight."
"What?" I said, expectantly.
"A girl in my psyche class gave me two tickets to see Harvey Korman and Tim Conway."
"Who?"
"Harvey Korman and Tim Conway. Apparently they are two old comedians."
"Oh. Okay." I said. I was tired from the long day. I'm afraid I let that -- and my own ignorance of these comedians -- put the suck on my response.
Chapter 15
The show was spectacular! These two comedians are sooooo funny! My sides hurt from laughing so much. When we got home there was a note:
"Boys,
We went to stay with Jazz's kids tonight. He and Diane are "going someplace" to try to work things out. Be back tomorrow afternoon probably. Plenty of food in the fridge. Love you both! Mom"
I read the letter and when I was finished, Gus was on me like flies on candy. "Alone at last!" he said. It was pretty late, but we both got renewed energy for some reason. We were standing in the kitchen, almost melded together as much as possible, being dressed. It was 12:35. The phone rang. I looked at Gus, worried. No one ever called our house this late.
"Hello?" I said.
"This is Amanda." Amanda? I was about to tell her she had the wrong number. "Is Gus there?" Then I realized who it was. It was Rex's step-mom!
"Just a minute." I said. Covering the mouthpiece I whispered to Gus, "It's Rex's Step-mother. She sounds upset." He took the phone frowning.
"Hello?" he said. "No. No not at all. Haven't seen him for a few days, actually. Oh? Is that unusual?" Yeah, I know but -- uh-huh. Uh-huh. Sure. Of course. Okay, bye. Oh! Please tell him to call when he gets back. Yeah, it doesn't matter what time. K." He hung up.
"She said he went out this afternoon, and hasn't returned." Gus said.
"She sounded pretty upset." I said.
"Yeah. She said he sometimes goes out after dark -- so no one will have to look at him - for a walk."
"Yeah, he looked pretty bad a couple days ago when we were over there."
"It was a week and a half ago, Cole."
"Nuh-uh!" I protested. " I remember. It was the day after -- oh. You're right. It WAS that long ago. Damn! I hope he's okay."
The phone rang again. Gus picked it up. "Hello? What? A note? Ohhh noo. What -- oh -- ohhhh -" Gus started to cry uncontrollably and handed the phone to me.
"This is Cole."
"This is Martin." (Rex's dad) "Rex apparently has -- decided he can't wait -- he -- he -- I guess he's over at the high school. The note said to look for him in the football field. Doesn't sound good!"
"Meet you there!" I said.
We ran to the car and raced to the football field. In the dim light we could see him. He was hanging from one of the goal posts. I dialed 911 and told the police to come. I told them he was in the late stages of AIDS.
We waited for the police and paramedics to cut him down. He looked awful. I doubt he thought he could look any worse than he did anyway, but his face was all puffy and his mouth was open, his tongue stuck out through his teeth. His eyes were bugging out. There was another note below his feet, anchored by a football on the wet grass. I got to it first. Rex's parents were there by the time I was reading it.
"Please forgive the way I ended this. I guess I'm not very inventive. But I wanted to die here. I have so many good memories on this field. It's the only place I didn't screw anything up. Mom, Thanks for making my last days so comfortable and nice. Dad, I know you did your best. I love you. Ethyl, I can't thank you enough -- for being my other mom. And of course Cole -- daddy-Cole! I learned so much from you. Well, obviously not enough, but thanks for being there for me. Roddy -- you've been the best friend a guy could ever have. I hope you will never forget me. I love you. Gus, I'm so sorry for everything I have done to hurt you. I never stopped loving you. And I know you feel the same, the way you have been the past few months. I hope you and Cole will be happy for -- well many years -- if not forever. And Cole -- you'll always be the best little brother anyone could ever have. Good bye everyone. I'll be watching you! -- Rex"
When I first saw Rex's body I was so stunned I couldn't react, but I was crying from the very first sentence of the letter. Rex had no class in real life, but obviously in death he found some. I handed the letter to Gus. He read it and fell on the ground crying so hard. I sat next to him and took his head on my shoulder. He read the rest of the letter and then I handed it to Rex's dad.
After sobbing uncontrollably, Gus said, "I didn't realize I still felt this -- way -- about him. I'm sorry, Cole -- I'm so sorry!"
"Ohhh noooo, Gus, No! It's okay -- really!" I crooned softly in his ear. "I knew you still loved him. I did too. Remember, he was the first guy I ever - well you know."
The police and paramedics got there. I felt so sorry for Rex's parents. Well, I felt bad, anyway. I blamed them on one hand, but I guess if Rex could forgive them I should. There was nothing that we could do, so we said our goodbyes, promising to do whatever we needed to make things easier for his family.
I drove for the first time in weeks. Gus was still so shaken up, I just took the keys and opened the passenger door for him. It was a dreary day -- just like in the movies when something bad happens. I was feeling pretty low. After all, I grew up with Rex. He really was like another big brother to me.
But I also realized that Gus had some stuff to deal with. He didn't leave Rex because he stopped loving him. Rex just became too dangerous for Gus to stay. In reality, that's what drew both of us -- and Roddy -- to Rex. He was always doing outlandish things. In school, it was crazy -- but cool. He was fearless on the football field. Everyone admired him for that. They didn't know his big secret. They won't know now either. If he was a notorious character, the press would find out he died from suicide because of AIDS, but that would be forever a secret.
Gus was quiet all day. When we went to bed all we did was cuddle. He wanted to be held. "Ohhh, Cole. This is all I've wanted all day!"
I wanted to cry! Why hadn't I known this? "I'm so sorry, Babe!" I cried, "I wish -- I mean -- why -- I mean -- you should have said something -- or something - "
"I didn't know it until just now, Cole. This feels so good."
We kissed and went to sleep cuddling face to face.
He turned around and spooned into me. I felt someone else between us. I craned my neck to be sure, but I knew who it was. It was Rex. He winked at me, and reached back and grabbed my dick. I felt like I was going to immediately cum, but I didn't. He worked it into his butt and them I noticed he was also humping into Gus. I felt something in me as well. I looked back and it was Gus. I turned my head and he was still in front of Rex.
I figured it out. I was dreaming. In my dream, I closed my eyes, so it wouldn't go away. It felt so real. Suddenly Rex started to shake and vibrate. All at once he started to cum. When he blew, his body seemed to slip out from between us like a balloon that was losing its air. As he went up to the ceiling, his spunk was flying everywhere -- gallons of it! It was flowing out of his meat like a river of molten silver. I started to feel like mine was ready when - -
"Cole! Wake up, Sweetie! Your having a nightmare!"
I shook my head, opened my eyes and tried to focus. It was pretty dark, but I could see my sweetheart looking concerned. "Oh." I said. "Not a nightmare."
"You were moaning."
I smiled. "Heh." I chuckled drowsily. "I was about to cum."
"Without me?" Gus said with a sly smile.
"Oh, you were there! And so was Rex. The three of us were having wild sex."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry, Gus -- it was only a dream. I can't control - "
"It's okay Sweetie." He said and he kissed my hand. I brought it up to my lips and sucked on it. Peering as deeply into his eyes as I could in the dim light, my lips touched his. He moaned and moved closer as our kiss deepened into more passion. As I was still looking into his eyes, they started to fill with tears.
"Sorry, Sweetie." He said. "I just can't get Rex's face out of my mind." I hugged him close. "Cole - - fuck me." He pleaded. "Only do it gently. I want -- I want to - " he choked up and couldn't go on. I thought I knew what he wanted. It hurt me a little -- but only a little.
"You want to imagine it's Rex?" I said.
"I'm sorry! Never mind!" He cried. He turned his head and couldn't look at me.
"You told me that his sex was always almost violent, Gus. Why do you want it to be gentle?"
"Never mind! Forget I asked. I'm sorry -that's not fair!"
I DID feel bad, but I "sucked it up" and said, "No -- really -- it's okay. Whatever you want, Babe. Just tell me."
He turned back again and looked through his tears. He looked into one eye then the other. He could see I was serious. "I want this last time -- to be gentle -- like a sweet goodbye. Does that make any sense at all to you, sweetie?" He asked.
"Yeah, I think I get it, Babe!" And I kissed his neck as I got out the lube and slipped easily into the waiting embrace of his wonderful butt. His eyes were closed tightly as my steam slowly mounted and I came to a gentle rolling orgasm. He sobbed and sobbed as I was taking huge gulps of air. He was clutching me desperately, and buried his head in my neck. The clock said 2:37 the last time I looked, as we gently eased into slumber, still connected. The last thing I remember was slipping out, and then to the side of him.
KNOCK KNOCK!
I jumped as I looked at the door. We hadn't locked it! But Dad had more class than to just barge in. I doubt he wanted to see us in any compromising positions anyway. "You guys going to school today?"
I jerked my head to the clock. I hazily remembered it was Monday. "Yeah, Dad. But not for 1 ½ hours. Thanks for waking us! I forgot to set the alarm."
"Martin called. Wants you two to both be pall bearers."
I had moved away from Gus. It hit me. Rex died yesterday. It seemed so unreal. I just saw him last week. How could he be here one minute -- and gone the next? "You can come in Dad."
He still opened the door only a crack and peeked in. When he saw that we were not touching -- I guess -- he came in. "The funeral will be Wednesday. Can you take the time off school?"
"Why not? I've missed so much already, one more day won't make that much difference!"
"Actually," Gus said, "I have a test Wednesday. I can't miss it." He looked miserable.
"I'll call Martin." Dad said and he disappeared.
We got up and got ready for school. Mom of course had breakfast ready when we came out to the kitchen. As soon as we sat down, Dad said, "Martin said they moved the funeral to Saturday. There apparently will be a lot of people coming -- more than they knew cared."
"Rex was a huge football star, Dad." I said.
I was right. It looked like half of Rex's class were there, plus many others who knew him. Besides Gus and me, Dad was asked to bear the casket, as well as Roddy and two other of Rex's school buddies. It was a solemn and sad affair, with several people telling what a wonderful and good person Rex was. I kept my tongue. He was fun and crazy -- and I loved him. But wonderful and good would not have come up in my conversation about him! I wanted to stand up and say he was crazy, fun and we never knew what insane thing he would get us into next. But I kept quiet.
It the end, they opened the podium to anyone that wanted to express things about Rex. Several of his classmates did.
"He was the greatest halfback the school ever knew."
"He was a funny guy."
That emboldened me. I got up. "Rex was like another nig brother to me. He and Rod and I were always getting into mischief. He WAS fun! And he was crazy! He made us do things we never would have done otherwise! I loved him as a big brother -- and he loved me as much!"
I sat down. Gus squeezed my hand, and smiled through glassy eyes. I knew he wanted to say something, but he couldn't. No one would ever know that Rex was gay -- who didn't already know it. As we carried the casket out the back door of the church there were a number of guys in the back of the church -- all red eyed -- who I didn't recognize -- but I had some ideas who they might be.
One caught my eye and almost half smiled. He looked about 15, and was dressed in raggy jeans that looked as if any minute they might fall off. They looked clean, and he had on a pretty nice shirt that was so big he might have borrowed it from his dad. He looked as if he had tried to clean up a much as he could. Gus was directly opposite me and I looked at him. He raised an eyebrow. He knew the kid.
Later, after the graveside service, Gus said, "Do you know that kid who smiled at you in the church?"
"No. He looked pathetic though."
"He's the little brother of one of the guys -- Curt - on my team. His parents are very rich. He followed his brother everywhere he went. I was over at Curt's house once and -- this was before I even admitted to myself that I was gay -- he stayed in the room while Curt and I changed clothes. He was only about 14 at the time, and was not even trying to hide that he was staring at us as we changed."
"Why does he dress like that -- if his parents are so rich?"
"He doesn't live with them."
"Oh."
"They kicked him out as soon as he turned 18."
"What? He doesn't look any older than 15!"
"Curt tried to protect him -- even back then. His dad was this macho thug. Randy didn't have a chance. He couldn't play football, so his dad despised him."
"Oh that poor kid! Where does he live?"
"I duuno. Maybe on the streets. That's probably where Rex found him. What's sadder is -- who know, but he may have AIDS too. Some parents are so FUCKING -- sorry -- what else can you say to express that kind of disgust? Why do people have to be that way?"
"I know. The look he gave us -- me -- that half smile. It looked like a come-on. It may have been. But now that I know a little more, he looks so -- so - "
" -- desperate?"
"Yeah!" I said. "Can -- can we do -- well -- anything -- maybe - "
"Maybe I can call Curtis and see what's up with Randy -- first."
"You know where he is?"
"No, but his parents will. He's the apple of their eye."
"But they're - " I started
"I'll charm them. They won't know I'm gay. But they remember me."
"Everyone remembers you -- STUD!" I said.
Gus didn't waste any time. He drove straight to their house.
"Hi. You probably don't remember me, but - "
"Not remember the most talented quarterback the Vikings have ever seen? You HAVE to be -- come in, come in! Want a beer?" He said, beer in hand." He was not large. He looked like a typical bully. And with a flat top, he looked like he was trying to still be a teenager.
He hardly even looked at me. I probably reminded him or his younger son.
"I was wondering where Curtis is now."
"You didn't hear? Scholarship to Notre Dame!"
"Do you have a number I can reach him at?"
"We don't usually give it out, but for you, I think he'd be more than happy to hear from you!" He hollered to his wife to bring Curt's number. "It's his cell phone, so he carries it everywhere with him."
"Thanks so much." Gus said, heading for the door.
"You gotta go so soon? You don't wanna havva beer with Curt's old man?"
"No sir. We have to get home."
"Home? What. You live together? Hahaha! Sweet!"
Gus turned icy. "I live with Cole's family."
"just joshin' with you Gus! I know a bruiser like you isn't like that!"
"Well, thanks. Gotta go." Gus said again. He opened the door and waited for me to walk out. "Um -- how's Randy doing?"
"Who? Oh Randall! He's a fucking fag. Kicked him out last year." I swear I could see steam coming out Gus's ears.
Gus slammed the door as he left.
We got into the car. I looked over at him. I don't think I ever saw him so pissed. "Wow!" I said. I really don't know how you held all that steam in."
"It wasn't fucking easy!" he said, then looked apologetic. ""I didn't want that ass hole to be calling Curt and prejudicing him against me! Or I may have fucked with his face! Oh, Dammit, Cole, I'm sorry. I'm just so -- so -- FRIGGIN' pissed!"
"I know. Me too. But - "
"But - ?"
"I was so proud of you! Look!" I pointed at the tent in my pants.
"You're not going blind! You're going insane!" He then laughed. "But you're so cute -- I can't resist this!" He grabbed the tent and put a big kiss on my mouth. Then he dialed the number that Curtis's mom gave him.
"Hello?"
"Curt? This is Gus."
"Gus? GUS!!?? From Downey??!!"
"Yuppoe!" Gus said. I didn't have to see to hear the grin in my sweetie's voice. "I got your number from your da -- your parents."
"Cool! They must have liked you! They don't give that to ANYONE!"
"Well, they probably wouldn't have -- if they knew I was gay."
After a long silence, "What?" Curt said. "Did you -- I mean -- You? Gay? I don't get it!"
"Curt -- I saw Randy this morning."
"Really!!?" He said, suddenly excited. "How is he?"
"I was hoping you could tell me, Curt." Said Gus, rolling his eyes up. "I thought you guys were tight."
"Oh. We were. But when I came back here -- Gus -- I haven't heard from him for over a year. Almost since I last heard from you. He doesn't have a phone -- so I can't call him. I'm pretty busy here. You know my grades weren't the best. But even on a football scholarship -- I have to keep my grades at a certain - "
"Curt, he looks like he is living on the streets."
"Shit!" he said under his breath. "Curt -- Dang, this is such a sho- er -- surprise. You're really gay huh?"
"Yeah. But I didn't see him for more than a moment. It was at Rex Hartwin's funeral."
"Oh yeah! Dad told me about that. Suicide! What a bummer! I never knew him very well, but he was a jock when we were frosh's. I heard his home life was not all that great, but -- well, neither was mine. My dad -- well you know how he was -- and -- is! Suicide!"
"Curt -- he decided that this was easier than to put his family thru the shit of a son dying -- of -- AIDS."
"Who had -- what? AIDS! What? Did he get it from a bad needle or something? I didn't figure him for a druggie! Must have been a transfusion -- but -- WO! What -- I mean why -- oh shit! My brother was at his - " his voice got very quiet. "Was Rex gay?"
"He was my first -- um -- boyfriend."
"You never -- I mean, you and Randy never -- um - "
"Curtis, I know this is a lot to deal with at once. But I'm worried about your brother. No, I never -- did anything -- with Randy. But Rex might have. He was pretty sloppy. That's why I broke it off with him. He couldn't keep it in his pants."
"HO! Me neither! There are so many -- what? Are you saying that he may have fucked my brother?"
Gus let that sink in for a moment. "Curt, I wanna find him. I always liked Randy. And I know how you used to protect him."
"What -- why -- do you wanna find him - - ?" He asked slowly
"I told you. I'm worried about him. Randy, I have a boyfriend. He's here now -- he can hear everything we are talking about."
"Who? Anyone I know?"
Gus looked at me inquisitively. I nodded.
"Cole Stephanson."
"Oh." Curt said.
"What?" Gus said.
"Well -- that doesn't surprise -- oops! Sorry Cole."
"I'm getting used to it." I answered.
"OH! I mean -- I didn't ever think -- but -- it's just not such a surprise as it was with Gus -- and Rex!"
"Yeah!" I said. Football players aren't `that way', are they?"
"Actually, you'd be surprised how much grab-ass goes on in the locker rooms here! Or - - maybe you wouldn't!"
"What is your best guess how I can find Randy?" Gus said.
"My mom. Dad forbids it, but I'm sure she will know."
"Okay. Well, I better let you get back to -- whatever it was you were doing." Gus said.
"Hey, Gus! Do you have a cell phone?"
"I'm talking on it."
"When you find him, please have him call me -- please?"
"For sure, buddy! Bye for now."
When we got home, Mom told us that Randy's mom called. She said to call her on her cell phone. Gus keyed in the number she left. "Hello?" A whispered voice said.
"This is Gus."
"Curtis called a few minutes ago. Said to call you. Wait!" okay -- um -- Randy is staying at the youth shelter. He's too old, but they don't know that. He looks like a little boy. I have to go!"
She hung up.
"What's going on, boys?" Mom said.
"Randy's dad kicked him out -- for being gay."
"Who's Randy?"
"He's one of our friends' little brother."
"That's so barbarian! What century -- well, what are you going to do?"
"We're going to find him. See how he's doing. Let him call his brother -- who idolizes him. His brother Curtis was a Downey football player -- one of my friends." Said Gus.
"Bring him back for dinner." Mom said.
I wanted to cry. My mom and dad were so -- they were the best!
"He was there this morning." I said.
"At the funeral?" She asked.
"Yes. He -- and some other friends -- were sitting way in the back."
"I saw them. Pretty scroungy looking group." She said.
"Well, did you notice a very young looking kid?"
"YES! He looked like he didn't belong there -- well, with the rest of them."
"That's Randy."
"OOOH that poor baby! He couldn't have been over 15!"
"He looks young." I said. We'll go over right after dinner tonight."
"You will not!" Mom said. "You will go now and bring him back HERE -- for dinner."
"He may have AIDS, Mom." Gus said. That struck me like a thunderbolt! I never heard him call her Mom before.
"And you're telling me this - - why?" She retorted.
We changed out of our white shirts and ties and left.
"I'm looking for Randy."
"Randy Perkins? Oh yes. He was here a little -- oh! RANDY! There's a couple people here to see you."
Randy looked at us, his eyes got big, then he shyly came over. "Most of the other kids are usually out now -- as you can see -- but Randy is kinda shy -- aren't you Randy?" Said the house dad. Randy smiled. He mostly looked at the floor, but walked to Gus.
"Hi Gus. I didn't think -- but I guess -- you did remember me."
Gus got out his phone. He found a number and pushed recall. He handed the phone to Randy. Randy looked confused but took the phone. "Hullo?" he said. "It's ringing. Who -- oh! Hullo -- who is this. Yeah -- what? Curt!!??" He looked at us and his eyes filled with tears. Gus motioned him to go away. He walked to the other side of the room, excitedly talking to his brother.
When we got back home, mom had outdone herself for dinner -- more than her usual Saturday afternoon supper. This was more like Sunday supper! Randy was still pretty shy. I guess Curtis told him to do whatever we asked. He looked worried at first, but lost it when he saw my car. After that, he was more comfortable, but he was still shy -- especially around my parents.
"You're brother called, Cole." Mom said. "He patched things up -- for now -- with Diane."
"Oh. Good -- I guess." I said.
"So, Randy," Mom said, "How long have you been -- away from home?"
"A little over a year ma'am."
"How old were you when you were -- er -- when you left."
"I was almost 17 when I was booted out."
"You look so young, Dear!"
"Yeah -- that's what everyone says."
"Have some more roast beef, Honey!" Mom said. "Can I ask you a personal question, Randy?"
"I -- I guess." He looked worried.
"Oh -- not that personal. I was wondering -- do you have many clothes?"
Randy blushed. He looked down at the shirt he was wearing. "This is Ralph's -- he's the house dad at the shelter. Sorry."
"Ohhh noo! It's okay. I don't want to insult you, but -- can we take you shopping -- to the mall -- tonight?"
"Aww Mizz Stephens, you don't hafta do that."
"and - - if I WANT to?"
"Anyway -- I'm in no position to be insulted. I'll do anything you want. If you wanna take me shopping - "
"Oh, it wouldn't be me! I would let my boys take you. They would know what to buy better than I would!"
"I think," I started, "that he probably knows what he wants, Mom." I laughed.
Very seriously, Randy said, "I don't." Mom beamed. She handed me her credit cards. Penney's and Sears.
"Sorry -- I can't afford the better places, dear." She apologized.
"I'm not fussy, Ma'am. Funny thing is, Nordstrom was the only place I used to shop before -- but it don't matter any more. DOESN'T matter, Sorry."
Before we left, Mom told us to buy him an outfit for every day of the week. And new underwear and socks. "And get him a couple pair of shoes."
I guess Randy was past being embarrassed. But he was shy -- and maybe that's how he showed his embarrassment. I felt like we were dressing our own little Ken Doll. But we got him some pretty kewl stuff. We let him pick out as much as he wanted. All he wanted were Levis and tee shirts. We got him four pair of Levis and 7 white tee shirts. It was pretty cool actually. He was too small for men's sizes, so we got everything in the junior department. He liked tighty-whiteys the best. What he didn't care about we chose for him. We dressed him pretty preppy -- like we dressed.
It was pretty late when we finished. The stores were closing. When we headed back to our house, he said, "You should take me back to the shelter."
"Oh!" I said. Will they worry?"
"Umm -- no."
"Good. Because Mom said you should stay at our place tonight."
"Oh." He said. He was sure a quiet kid. When we got back, Mom had a blueberry cobbler all ready -- hot from the oven. Served with ice cream , even I thought it was fantastic. Randy just ate it and smiled shyly at everyone. "Umm -- can I call my brother again?"
"Dude! It's after 2:00 AM in the morning there!"
"Oh. K."
Other than his shy smiles -- and the bit of emotion he showed when he realized he was talking to his brother -- he didn't show much emotion. After dessert, he asked if he was going to sleep on the couch.
"No, Dude." I said. "You'll have a room to yourself."
"Oh."
We showed him the room he would sleep in. I knew mom would have all clean sheets and stuff on the beds. He said "thanks and night."
I dreamed again, but couldn't remember it. But whatever it was woke me up -- I thought. I had to pee, so I started to swing my legs off the bed and there was something dark on the floor. I focused more. It was Randy. "You okay Randy?" I whispered.
"(Sniff) Not used to sleeping alone."
"It's cold down there on the floor!" I said.
"(Sniff) It's okay. I'm used to that!"
"Guess what? I don't care!" I started.
"(GASP) WHAT? Oh! What?" Gus sputtered.
"Move over Babe. Randy's sleeping with us." I said.
"K." Gus said. He rolled over to the other edge of the bed.
"C'mon, kid!" I said, After I peed. I jumped in behind Gus and held open the cover for Randy.
"(Sniff) k." He crawled in after me. "What do you want me to do first. I'm good at it all." He said.
"Nothing, Randy -- Nothing." I said. "Just let's go back to sleep."
Notes: Didn't see that coming either! Comments may be sent to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve
Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.