Dorence Part 8
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Waking up to a blanket of white outside his window, Dorence hugged his pillow, inhaling Mark's scent from the other night, realizing he should change his sheets before they got up and walked away. Looking up at the ceiling, he thought about what he just did, feeling the guilt, he realized he was no better than Trey. Trying to rationalize his anger and loneliness, he knew deep inside, he needed closure with Trey, if that's what it's supposed to be.
Feeling the cold from the winter storm, Dorence wore his robe to the shower, he thought it would be nice if he had a shower in his apartment. Fiddling with the spigots, he quickly stepped out of the robe and into the warm shower. The warm water felt good on his body, each time he stepped out from the spray he was greeted the unwelcoming chill. Turning off the shower, he quickly grabbed his towel, determining it was too cold to stand in the garage naked, he carefully went to his apartment, trying not to slide on the concrete floor.
Not able to stay warm for long, he went searching for his heavy union suit, he wanted to wear under his coveralls, which was perfect for winter days like today. Dressed in just the red union suit, Dorence stood in the kitchen boiling water for his oatmeal and making a fresh pot of coffee. When the kettle whistled, Dorence poured the water into his bowl, mixing the oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar. Letting it sit, he poured himself a cup of piping hot coffee. Sitting at the table, he looked outside to look at the peaceful snow fall. He knew it would be a light day, the television announced local closure advising everyone to stay home.
After breakfast, he pulled on his overalls over his union suit, feeling comfy he headed into the cold garage to work on Mr. Schneck's tractor. Removing the parts from the engine, Hank greeted him with a "Brrr", as he stomped the snow off his feet. Hank looked out the window, watching the snow lay on the ground, looking up, he asked Dorence, "What's up?"
Looking at Hank, Dorence smiled, "I think I know what the issue is with this tractor."
Hank walked over, agreeing with Dorence as he patted him on the shoulder, "I knew you could locate the problem."
Taking a breath, Hank asked Dorence, "How are you doing?"
Shaking his head in despair, Dorence replied, "Hanging in there, bud."
Not knowing what to say, Hank asked, "Is this Trey thing bothering you?"
Looking down at the ground, Dorence nodded his head yes, "Saying he felt like shit, I'm not any better than Trey, sleeping with Mark."
Looking glum, as he placed his hand on Dorence's shoulder, "Long distance can be tough."
Turing to head back to the office, Hank ordered the part needed to fix the tractor. Dorence continued working the tractor, trying to take his mind of Trey. Tears welled in his eyes as he concentrated on working the wrench around the bolts, occasionally cussing when they wouldn't budge. Adding more muscle and a few smacking's of his knuckle against the engine, Dorence finally succeeded.
Announcing he's stepping out, Hank left to pick up the ordered part. When he returned, he mentioned the roads are getting bad, they will have to eventually go out and plow. Going back outside, Hank filled both trucks with gas, he was glad he hooked the plows up the night before.
Seeing the frustration on Dorence's face, Hank suggested he plow the parking lot. Looking at his greasy hands and bloodstained knuckles, Dorence quickly cleaned up before grabbing his winter jacket, beanie and gloves. He started the garage's truck with the plow, clearing the snow in the parking lot. Knowing Hank also helped Mrs. Frace, he drove down the road, making a few passes to clear the snow in her driveway. He retrieved the snow shovel from her front porch, clearing her sidewalks. Being very thankful, she invited Dorence in for some hot cocoa and a piece of her mince pie.
She always enjoyed the company, since her husband passed, she was glad there were people like Hank and Dorence to help her out. Listening to tales of previous snows from her past, Dorence slowly ate the pie as he sipped the hot cocoa. Enjoying the warmth and her company, he announced he regrettably had to leave. As he put on his beanie, coat and gloves, she followed him to the door, when he stepped outside, she told him to take care of that Carson boy. Dorence smiled, saying he will, knowing what she was hinting at. Opening the door as he walked toward the driveway, "He fancies you, and so do his parents." Blushing, Dorence gets in the truck.
Thinking about what she just said, Dorence did not want to hurt Mark, but he had to figure out what was going on with Trey, though he thought he knew the answer, not liking it at all one bit. Driving back to the garage, Hank greeted him and thanked him for helping Mrs. Frace. Tapping his fist on Hank's arm, reassuring, "No, problem."
With the tractor part sitting on the counter, Dorence finishing fixing the tractor, when Dorence started it up, the motor ran beautifully. If the snow wasn't falling, Dorence would have to take it for a test run later. Hank commented on how smooth the engine sound, announcing he was heading home as his better half was concerned him being out in this weather. Saying good-bye, Hank closed the shop, heading home.
Seeing how dirty he was from fixing the tractor, Dorence stripped out of the overalls, he headed to the shower to wash the grime from his body. The water stung his tender knuckles as he scrubbed his hands and nails clean. As he stepped into his apartment, his phone rang, running to answer, Dorence heard Mark's voice on the other end of the line. Mark was excited to hear Dorence's voice claiming he was trapped in his parent's house. Mark announced he heard tonight's class was cancelled, and telling Dorence he missed him. Swallowing as tears formed in his eyes as he listened Mark, Dorence warned him to stay inside and keep warm, Dorence thanked him for the call. Wanting to be with Dorence, Mark asked if could talk to him later tonight. Without thinking, Dorence said, "Sure", before he said goodbye.
Realizing he was hungry, Dorence stood in his union suit as he cooked his dinner, taking his mind off of Trey and Mark. When he sat down to eat, the torment resurfaced in his mind, turning on the television for distraction didn't work either. Watching the news as they talked about the weather, Dorence knew he was going to be in for a long cold night. Conflicted, he was unfairly missing Mark but wanting to ease his anger, he wanted to know what was going on with Trey.
Cleaning up after dinner, Dorence called Trey to see if he was around, getting his voice mail he said, "It's me", before he hung up. Feeling lonely, Dorence gathered his `dirty' magazines from the shelf, he paged through the explicit pictorials reaching into his fly of his union suit to touch his cock. Teasing his cock head with his fingertips, he reacted with the blood engorging his cock. Pulling his hard cock and ball through the fly, he wrapped his palm and five fingers around his throbbing shaft, stroking as he ogled the action on the glossy pages. While fantasizing about being with the two hunks on the pages, he slowly edged himself, as he slowly turned the pages. Noticing some pages were stuck, he peeled the pages apart, he realized someone else had enjoyed the fuck scene as well. His thoughts turned to Trey lying back, stroking his cock as they lustfully browsed through the pages. To add more to his burning fire, he fingered his ass as he thought about Trey's naked body, his cock ooze, with the slime gathered at the tip. Desiring to taste the sweet nectar, he dabbed the precious juices onto his fingertip, lifting his hand to his mouth to taste. When he placed his finger to his tongue, the sweet flavor stimulated his taste buds causing him to drool. Feeling the exhilaration, he reached down, scooping the remaining secretion from the tip of his cock, lifting his finger to the tip of his tongue to taste the sweetness.
Lifting his other hand to his mouth, he coated the index finger with his thick saliva, placing the fingertip at his hole, slowing wiggling the tip as he entered his hungry hole, he continued to stroke his leaking cock. Placing his feet on the table, he spread his legs further part, giving him access to bury his finger deep inside his hole. Feeling his ass suck his finger inside, his cock continuously oozed, he slowly stroked himself, and the nectar flowed down his fingers and shaft. Slicking up his cock with his own juices, he moaned softly, rolling his head back in the chair. Feeling the discomfort of his ass clinging to the fucking finger, he withdrew his finger from his dry ass, place it in his mouth to lube his finger, only to reinsert deeper, wiggling it around as he slid it in. Sitting there with his legs on the table and toes spread apart, he pleasured himself with both hands, he clenched his ass cheeks, determined to hold off from climaxing as long as possible.
Looking back down at the magazine, all thoughts of Trey temporarily dissipated. Reaching to turn the page, he saw the two hunks add a third person, his hand returned to his aching cock as he gazed at the incredible body of the third guy. Turning to the next page, he viewed the two hunks working the third guy's body. Stroking on his cock, he felt his balls were ready to explode, feeling he was just about to release, he stopped touching his cock and pulled his probing finger from his ass. Stopping just in time, his cock twitched a few times, but subsided, feeling relieved, his balls retained the pending thick load. Sitting there breathing hard, he waited for the feeling to subside. Once he thought it was safe, he spat on his finger used for probing and in his other hand for stroking. Placing his slicked hand around his dripping cock, he inserted his finger deep inside of him, continuing where he left off. With a desire to suck cock, Dorence continued his self-pleasure, his toes curled as he lifted his hips off the chair and his breathing grew more rapid. Arching his back in the chair, his body convulsed, allowing the pent up desire to explode, his head flew back, moaning loudly, as he thick cream ushered out his cock, into the air, landing all over his body. The last of the eruption thickly dripped down his fingers, while a few beads appeared on his cock head. Feeling the intense release, he suddenly felt embarrassed, waiting to catch his breath before he tried to clean up the evidence.
Wiping the telltale puddles from his union suit, he looked at his think spunk, examining the consistence of the creamy heavy load. Holding it up to his nose, he inhaled the scent, before rubbing his finger through the warm slime. Licking off the tip of his finger, he tasted the blandness of his load, satisfied, he threw the paper towel into the garbage, leaving dark wet spots of evidence on his stained union suit. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back inside, before collecting the last over the juices on his finger to taste.
Not expecting a call, he jumped when the phone rang, he answered on the second ring, hearing Trey on the other end. Trey sounded very professional at the other end, Dorence wasn't sure if Trey realized he called him. Asking if he was naked, Dorence responded that he was reading a book. Thinking that Trey was returning his call, he was disappointed when he heard, "Oh, Dorence, it's you! I'm finally glad I got a chance to call you." Try to rebound from his blunder, he asked Dorence how he was doing. Sensing something was different in the conversation, Dorence didn't hear the usual tone in Trey's voice. Feeling like he was trying to cover something up, Dorence listened, as Trey scrambled to make conversation, apologizing that he was so busy that he could find the time to read with him.
When he asked Trey if he would like to read with him, Trey replied, "Not tonight. You don't need me to read along with you anymore, you're doing fine." Continuing to try to have a conversation with Trey, Dorence felt like he was pulling teeth. Wishing to see him this weekend to discuss matters, Trey didn't seem enthused, he mentioned he had to work in the evening. Pursuing the subject, Dorence said they could spend time in the afternoon, as Dorence said he wanted to talk.
Trey replied, "But we're talking now."
With seriousness in his voice, "We need to talk, talk."
Trey hears the tone in Dorence voice, sounded non-committed, "Oh, if you insist."
Hearing someone in the background asking about sex, Dorence heard Trey put his hand over the phone, mumbling something to whoever was there, Trey removed his hand, announcing he had to go. The phone went dead before Dorence could say goodbye.
Feeling sad, Dorence sat there trying to make light of what just happened. He stared down at the pages of the opened magazine, closing it in disgust. Placing the magazines in their proper place, Dorence pulled the covers down to get into bed. He pulled his cock out to piss in the chamber pot, as it was too cold to go outside to use the toilet. Almost spilling the chamber pot when his phone unexpectedly rang, answering it, he heard Trey on the other end, Dorence called out to him, but Trey didn't seem to hear him. Dorence stayed on the phone and listened to Trey's conversation. Trey was quoting prices as the other man was asking for sexual favors. Trey asked for the money up front, and Dorence heard them making out, the guy in the background telling Trey what to do. With tears in his eyes as he heard too much, Dorence hung up. With his heart in his throat, Dorence lay across the bed, head buried in his pillow as he sobbed.
The phone rang a second time, Dorence stifling his crying, answered, hearing Mark's voice on the other end. Sensing something was wrong, Mark asked Dorence if he should come over. Sniffling and holding back the tears, Dorence told Mark it wasn't a good idea. As soon as they hung up, Dorence returned to crying.
Not knowing what time it was, Dorence was startled by the banging on the door, he looked at the time, concerned it could be an emergency he turned on the shop lights. Standing at the door covered in snow and holding his duffle bag, Mark waited patiently as Dorence opened the door. Quickly stepping inside, Mark commented about the weather as he wiped the snow from his coat, pants and hat. Stomping his boots, as he looked at Dorence saying, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Still shocked to see Mark standing there, especially in this weather, Dorence quickly ushered him into the apartment. Asking, "What in the god's sake are you doing out in this type of weather?"
Removing his outer clothing, Mark looked into Dorence's eyes, saying, "I just had to come over, I knew something was wrong. It's Trey?"
Hearing the dreaded name Dorence shook his head, "I don't want to talk about it."
Mark continued to strip down to his underwear, hugging Dorence before walking over to the bed. Pulling down the covers he eased Dorence into bed, climbing in next to him, holding him as he kissed the side of his face. He wiped the tears from Dorence eyes, telling him, "Things will get better."
Turning toward the window, Dorence lay on his side, watching the snow fall, trying to hold everything inside. Feeling Mark's arm wrap around his chest to hold him, Dorence laid there in silence as Mark spooned holding him without saying a word. Wanting to be alone, Dorence's broken heart felt a little more secure with someone there.
Listening to Mark's breathing as he lay there, Dorence kept thinking about what Trey said and what he heard. Tears rolled down his face and onto the pillow, he never wanted it to come to this. Dorence felt like a john with his high priced call boy next to him. Knowing it wasn't fair to Mark, it was Mark's decision to come over to comfort him, while Trey is blowing some stranger for a hundred bucks.
With the snow stopping, but the wind blowing, Dorence got up early to plow snow. The bitter cold greeted and whipped in his face, as he was all bundled walking to the truck. Shivering as the truck warmed up, Dorence was thankful Mark came over, but regretting getting involved with him. Putting the truck in gear, Dorence cleared the parking lot before heading to Mrs. Frace's house. She waved from the window, as he cleared her driveway. She was ecstatic when he shoveled her sidewalks. She asked him to come I for something warm, but Dorence declined, saying he had more places to plow. She reminded him to stop back afterwards as she is making him hot cocoa. He promised he would. She told him to remind Hank as well.
Checking to see if Hank needed help with his driveway, Dorence drove up to his place, seeing his truck with the hood up, Hank was looking inside. Hank was glad to see him. Hank said his truck needed a jump. Dorence followed him to the truck, Hank grabbed the jumper cables, hooking them up, before asking Dorence to pop the hood his truck. Hank got in his truck, Dorence sat there with his foot on the gas, was Hank's truck slowly churned, eventually starting.
Hank asked if he could help with the Hopper place, as well as Peter's. Dorence turned the truck around, plowing a path back to the road. He went on his way to Mrs. Hopper's house, plowing through the drifts as the roads blew shut. She turned on the porch light when he arrived, she waved from the door as he cleared her driveway. Shivering from the cold, he shoveled her walks. She was so grateful, he handed him an envelope.
Heading back to the garage to get more gas, Mark got in the passenger side, saying he wanted to help. Dorence pumped the gas, enjoying the peace after the snowfall. Knowing Hank would want him to plow more driveways he filled the tank. Smelling of gas, he got in the warm truck heading to the Peter's. Smiling just to be with him, Mark greeted him with a good morning, resting his hand on his thigh. Dorence welcomed the smile.
With the winds blowing over the barren snow covered the fields, the driving conditions worsened, Dorence headed to Peter's, where the trees blocked the blowing snow, he quickly cleared their driveway. Mark jumped out of the truck in the bitter cold, shoveling their sidewalk. With help like that, Dorence could quickly clean up more places. Checking to see if Hank was on his two way radio, he asked if there were more people who needed plowing. Informing Hank he had help, Hank gave him a list of five more places.
Mark got back in the truck shivering, he commented it was warm inside. The two made a good team, Dorence plowed and Mark shoveled, when they were done, Dorence headed back to Mrs. Frace's house. She greeted him with a warm smile, looking up to see Mark as he removed his hat, she shrieked how good it was to see him, and she hugged him close to her body. She insisted the two have another piece of pie for all the hard work of plowing all the neighbor's snow. Serving the hot cocoa, they heard another truck in the driveway, going to the side window looking out, she excitedly announced it was Hank.
Opening the door, she welcomed him. Pouring his cocoa in his special mug she had just for him. They listened to her reminisce about winters past, talking about her husband. Pinching Mark's cheeks, she said, "It was so good to finally see you with Dorence. I use to watch you, you were always infatuated with him, and you always glowed when he was around. I also pitied you when the other boys tormented you." Looking at Dorence, "And you didn't even notice it, he could have done cartwheels in front of you and you wouldn't give him the satisfaction." They both sat there wondering how she knew, she walked over to Hank, placing his hand on his shoulder, saying how her son use to date Hank's handsome brother, and God bless his soul. I always told your mother, "You always fancied Eleanor's son."
Mark's jaw dropped, he didn't realize his mother knew, heck he didn't even know he knew. Mrs. Frace apologizes for running on at the mouth. Reaching over to pinch Mark's cheeks, telling him she was always rooting for him. The three smiled as she continued on with other stories.
Radioing his wife, Hank asked Dorence if he wanted to plow some more, as he had four more jobs for him and then he can call it a day, as he winked at him. Dorence gladly accepted, asking Mark if he was ready. As they walked out the door, Mrs. Frace commented they were such handsome boys.
Getting behind the wheel of the truck, Dorence was smiling from the kind words of Mrs. Frace. Looking over at Mark, he wore a smile from ear to ear. He leaned against Dorence holding onto his arm, as he drove to the next house. Mark muttered, "My parents know."
It was early afternoon when the two boys returned to the garage. Hank radioed his thanks, saying he would see the two in the morning. Parking the truck on the side of the building, Mark followed Dorence into his apartment. Turning up the heat, Dorence wanted to get warm. They removed their outerwear, placing it by the heater to dry.
Once warmed up, Dorence went into the kitchen to make dinner. Asking Mark what he would like, Mark got up and joined him. Entering the kitchen, he stood behind Dorence putting his arm around him, pulling Dorence to his chest. Kissing him in the middle of his back, Mark inhaled Dorence's natural scent. Wanted to feel Dorence all over, he lowered his hand from Dorence's chest to down his front, heading south to grope the package that Mark desired in Dorence's pants. Turing around to face Mark, Dorence placed his hands to the side of Mark's face, leaning in to kiss him on the lips as he looked deep into his eyes.
Reaching up on his tippy toes, holding the back of Dorence's head, Mark passionately kissed him, holding each other chest to chest. Reaching down for Mark's shirt hem, Dorence pulled his shirt up over Mark's torso and head. Raising his arms, Dorence pulled the shirt off Mark's body throwing it to the floor before holding him closely to his chest. Standing half naked, Mark reached up to unbutton Dorence's shirt, sliding it off his body. Standing in his union suit, Mark undid the buttons, pulling the union suit off his upper body and letting it hang around Dorence's waist.
Walking over to sit on a kitchen chair, Dorence pulled Mark toward him, he guided Marks face to his mouth, kissing him passionately. Placing his head against Mark's stomach, he rubbed his chin on his abs inhaling Mark's musky scent. Kissing his navel before reaching for his belt, Dorence unbuckles his pants, pulling them down to his knees. Standing in his underwear, Dorence placed his mouth against Mark's groin, breathing on the material that confined his cock. Reaching down, Mark held onto Dorence's head, moaning as he felt his breath against his cock. Mouthing the shaft confined in his underwear, Dorence's drool was absorbed by Mark's underwear, feeling the warm wet spot grow on his expanding cock. Intoxicated by Mark's scent, he reached up grabbing for Mark's waistband, pulling the underwear down his thighs, Mark's hard cock was revealed. Placing his hands behind Mark's hips, he gazed at the mouthwatering rod, placing Mark's cock to his lips, he delicately kissed the tip before running his tongue around the bulbous crown.
Standing there in front of Dorence, Mark moaned as he felt Dorence take his aching cock into his warm wet mouth. He gasped when he felt his cock slide down Dorence's welcoming throat. Holding onto his head, Mark trembled from the cock sucking, sensual sensations surged through his body as Dorence bobbed up and down on his straining cock.
Wrapping his hand around the base of Mark's cock and balls, Dorence continued to suck Mark's glistening cock, reaching up to wrap his free hand around his balls, feeling the boys in the palm of his hand. Dorence head continued to bob back and forth on Mark's shaft, as Mark held onto the back of Dorence's head, guiding his face down to his base, while he moaned.
His breathing grew rapid as his body started to shake, Mark could feel the impending orgasm as it approached. Dorence moaned as he took Mark's cock deeply, hoping he would taste his reward for the effort he was putting in. Reaching into his pants, Dorence stroked as he bobbed on Mark. Shuddering, Marks' knee grew weak, buckling when his balls' released, shooting his warm thick juices down Dorence throat. Holding onto Mark's balls, he worked his cock coaxing more of the thick load into his mouth. The sweet, salty tasted filled his mouth, as he furiously stroked his own cock. Feeling the blast the last of Mark's load down his throat, Dorence greedily swallowed, feeling his own balls rise. Removing his mouth from Mark's cock, Mark stroked his aching shaft in over Dorence's face, dripping remaining drops of his thick cum onto Dorence's face. As he felt the remnant land on his face, triggering Dorence's cock to unload inside his union suit, drenching his hand as well as his crotch in his own juices.
Dorence savored Mark's thick load in his mouth, pulling his hand from his pants, he held his hand to his mouth, licking the thick juices from his fingers. Mixing the two loads in his mouth, swallowing with a smile on his face.
Satiated from the action, Dorence collapsed in the kitchen chair, feeling completely drained of energy. When his energy returned, Dorence adjusted himself feeling the wetness on his cock and pubs, he returned to the kitchen. After dressing, Mark stood next to him, asking what he could do. Dorence suggested he cleaned the beans in the refrigerator. Working together, they made a good team in the kitchen. Wanting a romantic evening of the busy day, Mark lit some candles after he set the table, turning off most lights, they ate dinner in the ambient atmosphere. After cleaning up, they both cuddled to watch TV. Dorence excused himself to check the road conditions outside. While he was out, his phone rang, Mark answered, hearing a man's voice, "Hi, Dorence."
Feeling funny, Mark replied, "This isn't Dorence, this in Mark."
The man on the other end of the phone, mumbled incoherently, Mark hears the end of the conversation, "I have the wrong number," as he man hung up.
When Dorence returned, the phone rang again, Dorence answering, recognized Trey was drunk. Seeing the look on Dorence's face, he knew it must have been Trey. Holding his hand to his ear, he tried to hear what Trey was saying, apologizing for something. Disgusted, Dorence hung up, becoming very quiet, Mark is noticing the mood change.
Announcing he was tired, Dorence dressed for bed. Shocked that he never saw Dorence wear clothes to bed, Mark climbed in with him. Dorence turned to face the window, tears ran down his face. Lying there next to him, Mark held onto him listening him to sniffle, himself turning sad.
Awaken by Dorence's angry outburst, Mark tried to calm Dorence down during the night. He didn't get much sleep, but eventually Dorence fell asleep, he lay there calmly the rest of the evening.
Waking up in the morning, Mark notices his irritable mood, placing his arms around Dorence, Dorence moves away from him. Mark lay there, thinking what he had done.
Keeping his distance, Mark wished Dorence a good morning, suggesting they get a shower before he has to head home. Not realizing Mark had to leave, Dorence sigh, quickly getting out of bed. Sensing Dorence didn't want to take him home, he revealed he had to work evenings the next few nights, Mark suggested he would like to spend time with Dorence this weekend. Gulping, Dorence informed Mark he was heading out of town on Saturday, saying it was important.
Looking into his eyes, Mark asked, "Trey? Was that him last night?"
Nodding his head, `yes', turning his back to Mark, Dorence didn't want to discuss it any further. Turning to Mark he softly admitted,"You shouldn't have come here."
Standing in his underwear, Mark suddenly got quiet.
Stripping naked, Dorence turned to the garage to get a shower. Stepping into the warm water, Dorence lathered himself from head to toe, before rinsing off. Thinking Mark might be making breakfast, He waited under the shower, waiting for Mark, when he didn't appear. While Dorence was in the shower, Mark exited out the back door with his belongings. When he finished, Dorence opened the door to let Mark know the water was hot. Not seeing Mark, he suddenly panicked, soaking wet, Dorence opened the backdoor door, seeing the foot tracks in the deep snow heading toward the road. Shutting the door when the cold air chilled is wet naked body, he dried himself. Not wanting Mark to leave, Dorence quickly dressed to go after him. When he reached the front door, Hank was pulling in.
Looking at Dorence, Hank said, "Hold on Cowboy, I saw him walking, I picked him up and drove him home. What did you do? He was crying."
Dorence said one word, "Trey."
Hank shook his head putting his arm around Dorence, "You know, this one is a keeper. He's trying hard for you to like him. You know I don't like to tell you how to run your life, but I think you owe someone an apology." Dorence knew he was right, he looked down at the floor feeling guilty. Tears flowed down his face, he knew he was no better than Trey,