Dilemma For Tony

Dilemma for Tony This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY! Cast of characters: Tony diMarco -- yeah -- I am he!(CA) Ben Hastings -- First love(Maui) Ben Fisk -- (+4 years)Lucas diMarco -- my dadWendy diMarco -- my mom.Joseph -- my Brother -- 17Levi -- my brother - 15Fred Stumpf -- 31 year old inactive member.Johnnie Weinberg -- LDS Missionary

Ashton Staedler -- New friend Mike Hoffman -- Ashton's Half-Brother Geoff Redmond -- Mike's Friend Rollin James -- Hawaiian High diver & government translator (+2 yrs) Grandpa Antonio DiMarco Grandma Rose From Ch. 23:

The last time I could remember snuggling with my brothers was when I was about 11 and they were 4 and 8. I don't think it felt this good. I went to sleep quickly in their warm embrace. I only remember waking once. I had not closed the door and I saw Rollie standing in the door, smiling at the three of us, just before he left for work.

Chapter 24

The next I knew, I thought I heard the front door open again. It was light in the room. I listened closely as I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I was sure that it was Rollie returning for something -- or maybe he got the rest of the day off. As he was about to walk past our door, I said, "Hi."

"OH!" Came a very surprised and maybe a little startled Sister James. "Oh, Tony! I was under the impression that you and your brother were going home yesterday."

I pulled the covers over us -- we weren't sleeping naked, but it just seemed right. "We -- ahh -- had a change in plans."

"I'm so sorry. I would have knocked if I had any idea. How are you feeling?"

"I -- well -- you heard what happened with the abduction."

"Yeah -- Rollie was beside himself with worry. Thanks goodness Fred was here to stay with him most of that time. Come here and let me look at your face."

Fred stayed with Rollie most of the time I was gone? I mused to myself. He never said anything about that. Geez! That reminds me. I still haven't told him about me and Ben Fisk. (Guilt pang!)

"Hmm -- your face looks fine. The little scar will probably disappear completely. Your crooked nose just gives you some extra character."

"Tony? What's up?" One of my brothers asked.

"Get dressed and come out. I want you to meet Rollie's mom." I was in my sleep pants -- and wasn't bothered about it, but my brothers would be embarrassed, so scantily dressed in front of a strange woman.

"I'm surprised Rollie is gone -- with you here. He usually sets his own hours -- or at least they are very liberal with his time."

"He had some early morning meeting -- or something." I said. My brother's walked out. These are my brother's Joseph and Levi. This is Sister James."

"Hi., I'm -- Levi, but -- people call me Aaron." Said Aaron shyly.

"And I'm Joseph." Said Joey, more boldly.

"Well, hello, Aaron and Joseph! My, you all look so much alike -- well, except your size."

"Aw Mom!" Said Rollie, coming in the door, "You know all Haoles look alike, anyway!" He laughed.

"Watch your tongue, boy! You're half Haole too!" laughed Sister James. "Is Fred going to be here this weekend? I want to check out his face too. I haven't seen him since he stayed here while Tony was gone."

Rollie looked immediately dismayed and embarrassed. "Uh -- He stayed here to console me when you were -- I mean- "

"I know, Ralls. It's okay." I said as sweetly as I could. He gave me a curious look. "Um -- Ben did a bit of consolation to me too." I noticed my brothers looking between us. "We can talk about it later." He nodded.

"What brought you over here, Mom?"

"I forgot that I left some herbs in your closet. I'll get them and leave you boys alone."

"Nice to meet you, Sister James." Said Joey, then duplicated by Aaron.

"Same here. Boy's. Maybe I'll see you again." She grabbed the stuff she needed and left.

"We'll be picking up Fred and Ben this afternoon." Said Rollie.

"What? Ben's coming too?"

"Yeah. He told me that they had another disagreement, but I guess it's patched up." When I didn't comment, he continued. "I think Fred expects Ben to be as mature as he is. Younger guys screw up -- more often."

Is he giving me another pass? I definitely screwed up with Ben. Is Rollie telling me -- once again -- that he understands? Or is he making a scenario where he feels justified because of some thing that he and Fred may have done? I have no right to feel jealousy -- but that's exactly what I was feeling. I felt ashamed and disgusted at myself.

The four of us played in the pool again. Aaron donned his suit again, complete with the supporter that Rollie loaned to him and climbed directly to the 10 meter platform.

"Dude!" Yelled Joey. "What the f -- what're you doing?"

Aaron answered by doing! He jumped off the platform and went feet first into the water, stopping himself within a few feet of entering the water as Rollie had coached him. He swam to the side, and gave his brother a daring look.

"No way!" Said Joey. "I'll pass. I'll leave that to you little guys." Aaron beamed at having something to hold over his big brother's head.

"Here I go!" Hollered Rollie. He too was on the 10 meter platform. He just seemed to fall off, but his body tumbled over only 1 ½ times -- seemingly in slow motion, before he cut through the water, perfectly straight, head first, with very little splash. I marveled how his dive could look so perfect as he entered the water and how he deftly rolled his body as soon as it disappeared under the water, stopping himself inches from the surface. He emerged from the water grinning. This may be the one chink in Rollie's armor: He's proud of his diving ability. But that's why he continually pushes himself to continuous improvement.

"Yay!!" reveled Joey. "That was awesome!"

"Show us another!" Said Aaron. Rollie had not done any exhibition dives before Joey got there.

He climbed again to the high platform and again leaned into a slow fall, but as he fell, he also turned his body in a full-gainer, and spun out at about 3 meters into another perfect toe-first entry to the water, his hands perfectly at his side. As he fell, his body was arched fully enough to let his small audience see that there was indeed a nice package under the front of his Speedo. It made me drool, and even though I was not looking directly, I was sure that I noticed Joey rubbing something between his legs.

Well -- there's nothing perverted or wrong with admiring excellence in the human body. I wondered if I could get anything close to that kind of thrill watching a hot girl's perfect form in motion. Rollie was definitely hot!

This time we all applauded. "Encore, Encore!" Yelled Joey.

"I think we'll save some of that for the show Saturday!" laughed Rollie. "But thanks! That helps get me pumped up for the show." He grinned.

"Since we got permission for Aaron to stay, we decided to wait until today to go to PCC." I said.

"What? We're going to the Polynesian Cultural Center?" Said Joey.

"Yup!" Said Aaron, grinning.

"Is there a mall close by?" Asked Joey. "If we're going there, I wanna get something else to wear. I only brought some grungy stuff. Are we gonna do the luau?"

"Yeah -- I thought that would be a great before the big show in the amphitheater."

"KEWL!" Said Joey. "I LOVE that show!"

"A lot of people say it's the greatest show on earth." I told them. "Whenever I told anyone I was from Hawaii -- on my mission -- if they had been here, they always told me that."

"So is there a mall near here?" repeated Joey.

"The mall is walking distance. Are you kidding, Joe?" Said Rollie, laughing. "This is Honolulu -- the shopping crossroads of the world."

"We ate breakfast and then set out for the several block walk to the mall. When we left the house I felt uneasy -- like someone was watching us. But then, I had that feeling almost every time I stepped outside since my abduction.

We went to several shops, shying away from the touristy ones with hundreds of people in them. We stopped at a swimwear shop and Aaron insisted on buying his own swim supporter. He also saw -- and bought -- a Speedo since all the rest of us had them and he said he felt a little over dressed by the pool.

I thought that Joey would buy a pair of shorts and a tree shirt. Apparently he had been saving his money for something other than his mission. He bought enough clothes that we all had to help him carry the bags.

As we were leaving the last store, and ready to walk through the mall to the other end, I spotted a bathroom. "Be right back." I said.. Gotta piss. Just keep walking. I'll catch up."

I went into the bathroom and again had to shake off a creepy feeling, but no one was in the bathroom. I did my business and walked out and looked down the mall to see the others. I had just caught sight of them when I felt a hard knock on my head. I heard something break as I fell to the ground and to the blackness of unconsciousness.

I felt my check burning first. I forced open my eyes and I tried to raise up. I couldn't, because I discovered my hands and feet were hobbled. "Wha - ?" I started.

"Shut up!" Said a harsh voice, as he slapped me again.

"Chester -- Chester! He's awake! No need to slap him any more." Came a smooth, and rather soothing voice.

I started to speak again, but the voice continued. "We don't want our guest marred in any way, Chester."

OMIGOD! Is this a sequel to a bad dream?!!

"But -- but -- he killed Marty!" Said -- I assumed -- Chester.

"Yes, I know he did. But Marty had just about reached the end of his usefulness to me, Chester."

"But Wal - "

"Chester!" The voice this time was not so soothing. "What did I tell you?"

"Yes - - MASTER!" Said Chester.

"You never have liked calling me that have you, my dullard brother. Well, lucky for you, blood is thicker than water. I may have tired of you long ago is not for that. Our parents did not understand about my vision, but I still will not sully my relationship with them by -- sending you to join them - yet. I allowed them to go peacefully, Baby Brother. I'm sure they're grateful for that."

What was I hearing? Did this monster kill his parents? I tried to look at the "master" but I was hobbled in such a way that this was impossible. "I have to go do some important research, do some shopping -- and pray for inspiration as to how to dispose of this boy, Chester. I will return later. Remember -- all things work for the benefit of the Master. Do not -- I warn you do NOT do anything to mar this beautiful boy's body. We may want to sacrifice him to our father. Do you understand? As it is, we must wait for that gash in his forehead to heal first. You bumbled that too! Do you understand?!"

"Yes - - MASTER!" Said Chester through his teeth. I heard footsteps of shoes with hard leather soles, then a door close gently and a click of a lock.

"You killed Marty!" Threatened Chester.

"Actually, I didn't." I said. I felt like I should jump out of my skin, but my wits kept me cool. Maybe I could use the obvious hate that Chester has for the Master to my advantage.

"I'm not some dummy, you know -- even though Walter -- I mean -- the Master sometimes treats me that way. But he keeps me around and I DID bring you in didn't I?"

"You sure DID, Chester! That was brilliant." I said, hoping he would forget about Marty.

"I liked Marty!" He said. "He was nice to me!"

I wondered if Chester was all there. I thought he was a little slow -- not just stupid from no study but genuinely mentally challenged.

"Yes. I know, Chester. He told me about you. He told me how much he liked you." I hoped he would not ask for details.

"Why?" He said forcefully. "Why did you have to kill him?"

"Is that what Walter told you?"

"He didn't have to tell me. He showed it to me in the news paper."

SHIT!

"But Chester -- don't you know that the news paper never gets anything right?"

"But - "

"Have you ever seen anything right written about your brother?"

"No! They always lie about him. They say he is not inspired -- at all. They say - "

"Do you believe that he's inspired?"

"Of course he is! I love him! He's the Master."

This may be harder than I thought.

"But the newspaper always write about him like he's a monster -- don't they?"

"Yes! Stupid scums!" He said.

"So why would you believe what they said about me? I liked Marty too."

"You did?" He said, obviously trying to straighten this out in his head. "How come you killed him, then?"

"I already told you -- I didn't kill him."

"Oh. Then how did he die?"

INSPIRATION! I started to notice how well built Chester is. I remembered the leer that Marty gave me just before he pushed me off the cliff.

"We were playing."

"You were playing?"

"Yes. Marty told me how he liked to play with you!"

"Yes! I liked playing with Marty! He was nice to me. Those girls were mean to me."

"I'll bet he didn't play with you like he did with me." I said, in a taunting way.

"He used to let me -- never mind!"

"I bet I know." I said "Maybe he told me."

"Nuh-uh! He'd never tell anyone what I did to him! He told us it was our little secret."

"But he was proud of you, Chester. He bragged about you."

"He did?" He said, sounding quite pleased.

"And I can see why!"

"You can?"

"Of course! Look at you. Who wouldn't want to play with you?"

"Melissa wouldn't! And Crissie!" He said. "They made fun of me. How did Marty really die?"

"I told you -- we were playing."

"How do he fall off a cliff -- playing?"

"Actually I fell off first."

"You did?"

"Yes. I was naked and - "

"You were naked?" He said, grinning, and in his simple way, could not hide looking at me greedily.

"Yes. He let me -- um -- Chester!" I said suddenly, in a whisper.

"What?!" He said, also whispering, with an anticipatory grin.

"He let you suck on him -- didn't he?"

"He told you that?!!"

"He bragged about it. He told me that you were this wonderfully large man with wonderful muscles and body, and that he loved getting head -- ere letting you suck on his - "

"Did YOU suck on his dickey too?"

"Naw. He said he liked to save that for you. But he loved sucking on me."

Chester looked very pleased. "So how did he die, then?"

"Well - " I built some suspense into my whisper. He was hooked! "I undressed and since he would not let me suck on him -- because he wanted to save that for you - " Chester looked like he wanted to cry -- for happiness, I think.. "But he and I had to go outside so Melissa and Chrissie would not know. They also wanted me." I looked deeply into his eyes. He looked at me and his eyes kept going down to my groin.

"We were having fun wrestling on the ground and when he let me -- I mean -- when he asked if he could suck me, I said only if he was gentle. He said he would think of you as he did it. When he sucked me, I got so excited, that I rolled off the cliff."

"Wait a minute1 I thought it was Marty who fell off the - "

"He did! When I rolled off, a great gust of wind blew me back up."

"Oh! Uh -- uh! The newspaper said that part!" He was practically jumping out of his skin, remembering.

"Yeah. And then Marty was right there to grab me and when he pulled me to safety, he tumbled off. He died saving me." I started to fake a cry. "I didn't want Marty to die! I was just getting to know him! He told me that I could probably play with you too -- if you wanted to. He said he really loved you. LOVES you. He's still here, you know."

"What? He's here?"

"Yes -- his spirit is here. He told me he loves you and I know that when someone loves you, they stay with you after they die. He really wanted you and I to be friends! He told me that!"

"He's really here?"

"I'm sure of it!"

"Marty?" Said Chester.

"He can hear you -- I just know it."

"If he wants us to be friends -- do you think he would mind of we played I am a good sucker! And once he sucked me too -- which I liked -- but mostly I only sucked him. Do you think he wants us to be that kind of friends?"

"I don't think so. He said he really loves you. And that he hopes you will wait until you meet again -- to do that."

I didn't want to be doing that with Chester. I hated taking advantage of his slowness in the first place. He was a good boy, I could tell. But he was being taken advantage of by his brother. He looked supremely disappointed that I told him no. "But Chester -- I like you. I'll do what ever you want to." I said, gambling on his love for Marty -- who obviously used him too! "But I know that Marty wanted you just for himself."

"You -- you're right. And -- Wa -- Wa -- Walter - " (you could tell he felt guilty calling him that!) "Walter wouldn't like it much either."

"You really love Walter don't you?" I asked, needing to know what kind of fidelity he had for his brother.

Chester looked at me -- almost as if in shame -- and said, "Yes." But it was more like a question than a statement. "He takes care of me. You know I'm not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. That's what The Mast -- er -- Walter says."

"I see." I said to Chester.

"I SEE!" I said to myself.

"Well, God will always love you if you love your brother." I said.

"That's what Walter says."

"And he's right about that, at least."

"Huh? What do you mean, `at least'?"

"Well, no one is perfect -- except Jesus -- right?"

"Walter says he is. He says he is the reincra -- real inca - "

"Reincarnation?" I helped.

"Yeah -- that! He says he is Jesus, come back and - - that he IS perfect."

"And you don't believe that." I said.

"Yaeh, I don't -- what? No, I didn't say that! I mean - "

"Chester, you know that you don't believe that Jesus would do the things that Walter does. Don't you?"

"No -- I mean yes -- I mean -- you're confusing me! Don't treat me like I'm stupid! I KNOW what I believe. I KNOW that Walter -- I mean The Master is the reencoor -- er -- what YOU said -- of Jesus!

Okay, I gotta take it easy on this guy. He obviously has some amount of allegiance to Walter

"Okay -- okay. It's okay for you to believe that, Chester. I have my own beliefs too. And some people don't agree with that. Does that make it wrong? No way. And just because some people don't believe like you do doesn't make it wrong. Either it is right or it is wrong -- and - - what others think does not change that."

"Uh-huh." It was like a light went dim suddenly.

"I really like you Chester!" I said, out of the blue. He looked warily at me. "Marty told me that I would have liked you." He softened a little. "He wanted me to meet you, but he just could not take staying with Melissa and - "

"Those bitches!" He said. "Walter calls them sluts. But he says that Jesus loves sluts. I will never be like that. I hate those sluts. I hope they never - "

"I think they're in jail now."

"I know." He smiled. "Walter says he can love them in there as much as when they're with us. I think I'm starting to love them now -- now that they are in jail!"

"Well, I agree with you Chester. One of them made me do sex with her. She pretended to like me."

"EW!"

"My sentiments exactly! I was glad that Marty let me go."

"Me too! But why did you have to kill him?"

"Remember? It was an accident. He died trying to save me."

"Oh yeah. He was like that. He used to save me from Walt -- I mean -- well, sometimes he yelled at Walter when he was being mean to me."

"Yeah -- Jesus would not be mean to anyone, would he?" I said then so as not to let him think consciously too much about that, I added. "It's nice that you had Marty to love you like he did."

"Yeah." He said, and looked at the floor. "But he's gone now, isn't he?"

"Yes, but I know he's here watching over you right now."

Chester smiled. "I know."

I wanted to get enough of his confidence that he would untie me. I struggled and squirmed. "This is really uncomfortable." I said. I looked at him. He didn't seem to take that bait. "Um -- I keep wondering what it would have been like."

"What?" He asked.

"Oh nothing -- I mean, if you weren't -- I mean -- you know -- in different circumstances, I'd love to feel your big muscles. You are really a -- a -- sexy, hot guy."

I watched his face as he processed what I said. It was deeply troubled at first and them I saw the corners of his mouth turn up. Okay, I had to risk something to gain something!

"Chester -- I wish -- I really wish -- I could see the rest of you. I mean -- you have that shirt on. I know that you must be magnificent under that shirt. Will you show me? PLEEEEEASE?"

Chester looked unsure of himself. His eyes were shaking with confusion. I could tell by the way his lips were quivering that he really wanted to show off his muscles. Maybe he needed a little more encouragement: "I may like to do something for you - - too - - . I don't think Marty would mind."

He was fast to pick up on that clue as his hand went directly to rubbing his crotch. "wha -- what do you wanna do?" He said, like a little preteen boy, his eyes wide and struggling to keep a full grin from taking over his face.

"Lets just see where it goes. You let me see you and maybe -- well, let's see what happens next." I winked at him. He rubbed his crotch again. He slowly pulled his shirt off. He was rather large, with bulging muscles and a LOT of fat in places that were not too evident with his shirt on. It was not what I expected and really -- not what turns me on.

He grinned innocently as the shirt came over his head. I hated taking advantage of a "little boy" (Even though he had to be at least thirty), but I also hated the thought of being sacrificed!

(Duh!)

"Oh, Wow! Look at those muscles! Nice! Not skinny like me! Well, some guys like skinny though. Do YOU like skinny?"

He smiled shyly and said, "I -- think so."

"I'm glad you like me so much, Chester. And you KNOW I really like you -- a lot!"

"Uh --huh."

"Maybe you can just untie my hands, so I could maybe show you what I look like - - too?"

"Uh -- I dunno. I - "

"You don't have to untie my feet, Chester. Just untie my hands a little and then I can untie then the rest of the way. I just don't think it's -- um -- fair -- um -- that you got to show me your muscles but I can't show you my skinny body. And then maybe we can do something else to -- to -- become better friends -- you know, I mean we could -- well -- you know."

His hand went to his package again. I obviously followed it and said, "You are really turning me on, Chester. That looks like some nice stuff there under your pants."

"Huh?"

"You're making me really want to see more of you. But that would be uncomfortable -- unless I can be undressed too. Just untie my hands and then I can take my shirt off." My hands were hobbled into my crotch anyway, so I made a show of rubbing it. His eyes were all over that!

He came closer, his eyes shaking and licking his lips. He reached down and untied the knot hobbling my hands. Then he jumped back, as if expecting me to spring at him. I didn't. My feet were still tied, but now they were free of my hands, so I slowly lowered them to the floor and smiled up at him.

"Can I take my shirt off now -- Chester?" He nodded. He picked up the gun that was on a nearby counter. "You don't need that with me, Chester -- do you?" I said.

He nervously pointed it at the ceiling. He looked to the left, then to the right and licked his lips as he saw me again rub my crotch one more time. With his free hand he rubbed his own. I slowly removed my shirt. He stared at my tan upper torso. A smile crept over his face. His gun hand dropped down to face level on me. I closed my eyes. I spoke a word of silent prayer.

"Wha -- what're you doing?" He asked.

I opened my eyes. "I was praying that you would not pull the trigger. I was praying that taking my shirt off was not reason to kill me." The gun went back up toward the ceiling.

"I'm sorry. But when you took your shirt off I forgot - "

"You forgot you had the gun, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"You don't need it, Cheaster. You really don't. I want you so much -- I'm not gonna run. Besides, you could probably catch me if I did."

(NOT!)

He again lowered the gun and slowly placed it behind him on the counter again. I started to rub my crotch again hoping against hope that it would not fail me -- that even though I was scared shitless, I could coax some wood into it. I thought about my sweet Rollie in his Speedo. I thought of my sweet Rollie OUT of his Speedo. Then it occurred to me!

I looked into Chester's eyes -- to get his attention. I then concentrated hard on his muscular chest and shoulders, and imagined him walking closer and stroking my crotch. I imagined my face in the little bit of curly hair on his well defined chest.

It started to grow.

He stepped closer. I rubbed faster. He smiled and rubbed his own some more. I reached out and gently caressed the front of his jeans. "Oh, Chester, you are so awesome!" I slowly got to my feet. They were still tied and I stumbled -- on purpose -- and pretended to hit my head on the table. I pretended to be knocked out. He immediately bent down and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He was on all fours, inspecting my face. I opened my eyes. "Are you -- are you -- okay?" He whined.

I touched his face -- very gently. "It wasn't your fault, Chester. I know you wouldn't ever hurt me." I stroked his face. Up close I noticed how really how very handsome he was. His less than intelligent countenance was not so evident up close. He has a broad face, but not too broad, with a cleft chin. His hair is dark and curly, with a couple curls straying down on to his forehead. His eyes -- though vacuous, were very pretty. I closed my eyes slowly. He followed suit.

I opened my eyes and he was staring deeply into them -- seemingly dreamily. I raised up and touched his lips with mine. He moved away slightly. "Marty never kissed me. He said he loved me but that if he kissed me it meant we were gay." He shook his head and said, "We're not gay are we?"

"Hell no!" I responded. "What would make you think such a thing. Haven't you ever read that the Apostle Paul said to `greet one another with an holy kiss.' It's in the Bible.

"It is?"

"It sure is."

"What -- what's -- holy?"

"Kiss me -- I'll show you."

He bent closer and when his lips touched mine, I put my hand behind his head and pulled him gently in to my face. He smiled. "I think Jesus likes us to do that." He said.

"Sure he does." I exclaimed. "That's why it feels to right. Did it feel right to you?" I said, trying not to grimace. It smelled like he never brushed his teeth in his life.

"It did! It DID feel right." He kissed me again. I closed my eyes and willed myself to not barf as I opened my mouth. I pushed at his tightly close-mouth with my tongue. "What're you dong?" He said.

"I'm -- um -- making it -- um -- more holy!" I said, realizing he'd never kissed anyone like this. I wanted so much to hold my nose, but I couldn't without giving myself away. "Open your mouth."

I braced myself.

What happened next almost made me pass out. He opened his mouth and breathed out before lowering his mouth back onto mine. I stuck my tongue in his mouth. I felt fur on his teeth. I shuddered, but decided that I needed his confidence. I ran my tongue around his mouth.

"Lie on top of me Chester -- that makes it better!"

He did so. I let out a large sigh, then, "UFF!" I said. "You're -- too -- heavy!" I said. He wasn't THAT heavy, but I strained as I said it. I continued, "I've never been with a guy so big before. It's awesome, Chester -- but maybe -- it feels good but maybe - "

Chester picked me up off the floor like I was a rag doll, clutched me to him and lay down on the couch with me on top. I was only two large steps from the gun -- on the counter. But my feet were still hobbled.

"I -- I -- love -- this Chester. I can't remember anyone ever making me feel -- this -- good."

I knew that he was internalizing everything I said. I could see that innocent, pure love coming out of his eyes and face. I felt guilty on one hand, but knew I had to do this. I collapsed on top of him and started to cry.

"What's wrong. What's wrong? Did I do something bad?" He said.

"No -- no! Not at all, Chester!" I said. "It's just that my feet and ankles -- just hurt so bad." I didn't have any tears, so I buried my face in his shoulder and took several big breaths. "It's okay -- I can stand it. I kissed him again and ground my groin into his. Mine had gone soft but I don't think he noticed. I hugged him and cried some more.

"Don't! Don't cry!" he said. "I'll take `em off!"

I could have taken them off any time, but I needed to gain his confidence. He took them off for me and I lay down on top of him again, this time wrapping my legs around him. I kissed him deeply again -- and again stifled the barf that was already starting up my throat. I closed my eyes. He closed his eyes.

I was just about to spring off him and away to the counter when we both heard a key in the door. Chester sprang off me so fast, I was thrown to the floor. He grabbed me and threw me on the couch and sat next to me, with his arm around me. Walter backed into the room, with some grocery sacks. He turned and saw us on the couch together.

"What the -- Chester -- what`s going on?"

Chester flew away from me and to the counter. His hands flew up and down several times, not knowing how to answer his brother. "He -- he -- I mean I -- that is we -- Wal -- I mean -- Master -- We can't -- that is -- I want him!"

"What?" Said Walter.

"I want him. You can give him to me! I want him!!"

"Chester -- what are you babbling about?"

"He loves me! He loves me! And I love him. You can't -- I mean -- I -- I -- want him. Please let me have him!"

Chester spotted the gun and picked it up. I saw Walter's eyes grow wide and fearful. "I WANT him, WALTER!" Said Chester. "He's mine and -- you can't - "

Walter became very still and very calm. "What's his name, Chester?"

"It's -- it's -- it -- doesn't matter -- he's mine and you can't - "

"If he didn't tell you his name it's because he doesn't want you to know, Chester."

"Chester," I said, almost as calmly as Walter, "You know my name is Tony." He didn't -- as far as I knew -- but he was too agitated to figure that out.

"His name is" Chester closed his eyes tightly for a split second then blurted out, "Tony!"

"He's lying to you, Chester!"

"He's Tony!" Chester repeated, pointing the gun at Walter.

This time Walter didn't flinch. "He's lying. His name is Lucifer."

Chester's eyes grew as round as pie plates. He looked suddenly unsure. He alternately pointed the gun at me and at Walter. At this close range, I feared that even if I moved quickly, he could get off a pretty good shot.

"I told you that I am Tony. Even Walter called me that earlier!" I said, evenly.

SLAM!!! The door was kicked in and my brother Aaron bolted into the room. The explosive sound of the door made Chester fire off a round. It didn't hit anyone. "Aaron!" I said, happy for a split second until I realized that now he too was now in jeopardy.

"Shoot them!" Yelled Walter "KILL! Chester -- KILL!" I saw something go wrong in Chester's eyes. They got glassy and he looked at his brother. "KILL the Lucifer and his angel. Kill them!"

He slowly brought to gun to aim on my brother. I think it was slowly, because at this point everything seemed to go at slow motion. But he could not pull the trigger. It was obvious his mind was in full overload. Walter jumped to his side and wrested the gun from him. Both Aaron and I started to rush him and he backed away and took aim on my brother.

"NOOOOooooooo!" I yelled, as I flew through the air, to block him from shooting Aaron. I heard the shot. I remember being relieved that it could not have hit anyone. But then as I headed for the floor, I heard Chester cry our as if his voice had been cut down to slow motion, as he repeated my own cry,

"NOOOOOoooooooooo!"

I felt a slight pinch on the side of my head -- where it was impossible to be pinched. As if shot by a sling shot, I hit the ceiling. Well, I didn't exactly hit it. I went through a tube or tunnel and ended up at the ceiling. I thought this was a curious state of affairs, when I looked down and Chester was leaning over a body -- my body. This too I found no more than curious.

I could see that Chester and Aaron were both crying over my body. Everything down there seemed in slow motion. I felt badly for them. I was sure they could not see me up here on the ceiling. I didn't want them to feel so bad. But then I finally realized what was happening. It seemed so real! I knew it would all be okay as soon as I woke up.

"You almost made it."

I looked and there was Marty -- right beside me at the ceiling. I stared at him.

"You mean -- this isn't a dream?"

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