Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2004 23:35:43 +0000 From: Rebel 777 Subject: Caught With Shadow - Chapter 10 (t/t/, mast, oral, anal) Caught With Shadow By Rebel Author's Note: I have no idea what happened with the posting of Chapter 9 -- somewhere across the myriad of Internet ISPs and websites, it was either delayed, deleted, or `hung up', but when I tried to correct the problem, I just made it worse by having double entries. Hopefully, that won't happen again. I like to hear from readers and DO reply. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com. Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between two young boys. If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. * * * * * * * Chapter 10 -- Learning New Tricks "Did you really mean that?" Dillon asked as we walked back to his house. When I looked at him blankly, he continued, "When you asked Blaine about having two little brothers, I mean." "That's ok isn't it?" I asked, again worried that I had done something wrong. "Quit worrying, will ya?" Dillon smiled at me, "Sure it's ok. I just wondered if you liked Blaine too; he's really awesome." "You like him a lot, don't ya," I asked. "Yeah... he makes me feel like a real person. He talks to me as if I'm a grown up, and I really like feeling his body. Even though he's old, he works out and still looks good. He really surprised me when he came in the yard that night; I thought he was gonna yell and scream at me when he saw what Shadow and me were doin', but all he said was `Looks like fun,' or something like that. Then when he ran away, I got really scared `cause I figured that he would tell the `rents," Dillon told me. "He's not that old is he?" I asked him, "He looks like he's about 23 or 24, about the same age as Marshall, I guess," since Marshall was my oldest brother, my only reference, and I knew he was 22. "He told me he's 28, dude," Dillon said. "No way!" I was amazed. "Wow, that is old. And didn't he say he and his wife bought that house? Where's she at; out shopping like most girls," I said sarcastically. "No, he's alone. He said they got a divorce last year and he's been working a lot. I think he really misses her though. He talks about always traveling and never having any reason to come home." He then told me as much as he could remember about what Blaine had told him. When we came in front of Dillon's house, he turned up the walk. "Where you goin' dude? We gotta get home." "I can't go over to your place like this," he said as he pointed to his shirt and shorts. "These are to short and I cut the lining out, so without undies, your mom might see something, and I'd just die. Keep Shadow out here and I'll be right back," he said as he reached the door. "Hurry up, we can't be late tonight -- not after yesterday," I told him looking at my watch. It only took him a couple of minutes, and when he came back out he had on long shorts and I could see the shadow of dark boxers underneath. We took off down the walk to get to my house, the dogs loving the short run. We hit the back yard gate and burst through the backdoor as the clock in the living room was chiming out the hour. My mom and dad were both in the kitchen when we ran through the door, looked at us, looked at each other, and then busted up laughing. Dillon and I looked at each other with the dogs pulling at the leashes, wondering what was so funny. "When I said that you needed to be home for dinner, I didn't think you'd cut it so close," mom laughed. All I could do was blush and look at Dillon, remembering all the stuff we had done this afternoon. As usual, he was in control and just reached down and unhooked the dogs, letting them go over and get their loves and attention from the `rents. "Hello Sandy; you too Shadow," my mom said as the dogs' tails went wild. "Did you guys have a good afternoon too?" she cooed to the dogs. As they got the attention they knew they would, both dogs settled into their accustomed places on the floor and watched expectantly for any `drops' as dinner was being prepared. Dad looked over to us and said, "I thought we'd do hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill tonight. Is that ok with you guys?" "Yeah, sure, anything... we're starved!" I told him. "Yeah, you guys look like you've been abandoned on the street and starved for weeks," he smirked. "Go wash up for dinner guys," mom said from the counter, "And tell your sisters too as you go by. We'll eat in about 15 minutes," she called as we went to the bathroom. Dillon had been strangely quiet so I poked him in the side when we were washing our hands. "Why so quiet, guy?" I asked as I looked at him in the mirror. "I'm waiting for them to yell at me about last night," he said quietly. "Now look who's worrying; they're not gonna do anything. Jeeze, you've been around here enough; they'll give you shit about it, but that's all. Quit worryin' dude," I said as I punched him in the shoulder and reached for a towel. As we walked back to the kitchen, I stuck my head in my sister's room and told her, "Mom says dinner, but ya gotta wash first, Gabby," then ducked quick as I expected the pillow she threw; I knew she hated that nickname, but it fits -- she's ALWAYS on the phone talkin' to one of her `boyfriends'. We walked out onto the deck where dad was turning burgers on the grill, taking the dogs with us. Mom had the picnic table set up for dinner and it looked scrumptious. We eat outside a lot when the weather's good. It works better for all of us rather than squeezing around the dining room table, and dad gets a chance to show off. "Grab your plates guys, everything's ready," dad said and we rushed to get ahead of the dumb girls who were coming out the door. We got burgers and dogs from dad, then went around the table overloading our plates with baked beans, corn-on-the-cob, potato salad, Jell-o salad, and chips that mom had set out for us. We then went over to the step where Dillon and I usually sat and set our plates on the deck. The dogs were watching everything we did and drooling at the plates, but they knew better than to do anything but sit there and watch. We grabbed a couple of Pepsis from the cooler and came back to sit down. We'd started sitting together, apart from the girls, `cause it was better than having to sit at the table and use manners and things. Besides, this way we could tease the dogs. We had a great dinner, as always; mom's such a good cook, and then started roughhousing with the dogs in the yard. Dad grabbed a beer and came out into the yard with us. "So Dillon, what happened last night? Do you have a new girlfriend hidden someplace we don't know about? I know, you got so involved thinking about playin' around with her, you forgot to call and tell us, didn't you," he said chided poor Dillon. Dillon just stopped playing and looked at dad, as white as a sheet. I knew how close dad had guessed, but I couldn't say anything. Dad put his arm around Dillon's shoulder and squeezed him with a chuckle. "Well, don't get so alarmed, I was just kidding," he smirked, "But you really shoulda called and let her know," nodding his head toward mom, "She was really worried, you know." I saw Dillon relax a little, then he answered, "Yes sir, I'm sorry. I was walking Shadow, and this guy... ah, Blaine, who we both had met at the park," indicating me, "Asked me if I would like a ride in his really neat old `Vette, so I said yes. After the ride, we went swimming in his pool, and I didn't get back until around midnight, and I forget to call, and I'm really sorry..." He was just running on and on. "Whoa, slow down buddy. This guy Blaine is the one where you guys went swimming this afternoon?" he asked. I didn't know he even knew about us going swimming, so Dillon and I just looked at each other. "Your mom told me all about it after I got back from the golf course," he told us. "Yeah, he's a really neat guy dad. Besides this old `Vette, he's got a new T-Bird too, and that's really cool too," I answered, saving Dillon any more explaining. "Well, we'll have to have him down one evening so we can meet this `awfully neat guy'," dad grinned at me. Then he looked over at Dillon and said, "Dillon, I think maybe you need to talk to her, don'tcha think?" Dillon nodded and I watched him walk over slowly to where mom was sitting. A few minutes later, I saw mom reach up and give him a hug, pulling him down to her. Then she kissed his forehead, and I knew that everything was ok. As he walked back over to dad and me, he was moving a lot easier and finally smiled. "Everything's ok now buddy?" dad asked. Dillon only smiled and nodded. "Good; just don't let it happen again, ok? You know you mean as much to us as this other little monster does," he said, grabbing me and giving me a noogie. "DAD!" I yelled. He turned me loose, but not before I got a few tickles of my own in on his very ticklish tummy. "You can play with the dogs for a while if you want, but I think the rest of us are gonna head inside and watch TV. Where are you guys gonna sleep tonight?" he asked. We looked at each other, then back to him and said in unison, "Basement," which caused him to chuckle. "Ok, but you'll have to make up the bed; I don't think it has any sheets on it since the last time you were down there." "We can do that dad... and thanks," I said, and gave him a hug. "We'll play with the dogs then head in. We'll let you know when we go downstairs." He smiled and waved at us over his shoulder as he walked back into the house. We horsed around for another hour or so throwing the Frisbee and having the dogs chase it down and bring it back, and playing keep away with one of Sandy's chewed up softballs. It was starting to get dark out so we decided to head inside through the downstairs door. After we folded out the couch, I went in the laundry room, got clean sheets for the bed, and pulled a blanket off the shelf. Even though it was warm down here now, it would get quite cool by morning. Our parents had taught us both how to clean our rooms and make our beds, so it didn't take long before we were stretched out watching MTV. I looked over to Dillon and saw that he was about half-hard in his shorts, and was idly flicking it with his finger. I slid my shorts off and pulled my tee over my head, looking at Dillon. He followed and soon we were naked and playing with each other's cocks. We weren't too worried about being interrupted; we could hear the door open and the stairs were old and creaked when somebody stepped on them, giving us enough time to get under the covers. We'd had to hurry lots of times, but so far, nobody had caught us. As I was stroking on Dillon's hard dick, I asked him, "What does it feel like when Blaine fucks you?" "Well, you've been fucked by me, and you told me you've had Sandy up your butt, so you know how it is," he replied. "Yeah, but he's so biiig," I said, half in awe at him being fucked by somebody else. "Yeah he is," Dillon told me, "But I had to trick him into it." "Whaddya mean?" "Well, after we played around a little bit this morning, we--" "Wait a minute -- you didn't do anything last night?" I asked. "Well... kinda... I mean, we both got off and all, but he didn't fuck me until this morning. Last night I figured that it would be easier to get him to do things, since he was so worried about me being a kid, I figured that it would really turn him on if I let Shadow do me again. I asked him if he had a camcorder, and when he said yes, I told him that I thought it'd be great to be able to watch myself getting fucked by Shadow and got him to tape the whole thing." "Wow, no wonder you knew about the taping this afternoon then," I said in awe of his guts in doing something with him. I already knew that when he got a massive hard-on, he'd do almost anything to get off. For as long as I could remember, we would both get hard and then jack-off, or fuck or suck each other several times during the day, but he'd always be ready to still play around at night when we both got hard again. It was great having him around me; we kinda matched in our horniness, and that's why I was so upset when I thought he was leaving me. "Yeah, I saw Blaine at one of the back windows with the camcorder, and that's when I took off my Speedo and got you to fuck me," he told me. "You dickhead," I said as I pinched him in the shoulder, "You coulda told me." "I didn't know what you'd say, and I was just so horny, and well..." his voice trailed off. "I know," I grinned back at him, "That's one of the things I really love about ya; you're always horny -- just like me." And we chuckled together. I moved around a little bit and started to lick on Dillon's balls, causing him to moan loudly. I sucked first one into my mouth, then added his second one; I knew this drove him up the wall. As I was sucking on his balls, I felt him pull me closer to him and I raised my leg at the knee so he could get better access while we were laying on our sides next to each other. I then felt his warm tongue slide over the area under my balls, and I moaned, humming on his balls, giving him an extra thrill. He worked his way further back and his tongue finally reached my hole. Since I had been playing back there and we had fucked before, I immediately relaxed and I felt his strong tongue slide right up inside me. God, it was great. I released his balls and started working back toward his asshole too. This was extremely enjoyable for both of us, and I really wanted to please him, so I worked down a little more and put my arm under his hip so I could reach his butt cheek. I pulled them apart with my hands, and rammed my tongue as far inside as I could stretch it. "Oh God, Garret," he moaned, and I doubled me effort to make it more pleasurable for him. He went back to doing the same to me, and I felt him slide one of his fingers into my hole as he licked around the outside. `Damn, that's great,' I thought to myself, and eased a finger into Dillon's slicked up hole. It went in so easily, I just added another one on the next stroke, and a little later added a third. He gradually worked his way up to three fingers in me, so not to be outdone, I slipped my pinkie into his opening hole. About that time, I felt him withdraw his fingers and start to roll away from me, so I had to take my fingers out too. "What happened? Did I hurt you?" I was worried that I had gone too far. "Nooooo... just the opposite, babe," he said to me. "I wanna try something else," and he got up from the couch and went over to our hiding place under the stairs, and came back with some Wet for lube. As I looked quizzically at him, he handed me the Wet and said, "Here, lube up your fingers and your whole hand; I want you to try to put it all up inside of me, ok?" I just looked at him, but started doing as he asked. He always took the lead in doing new stuff, so maybe this would be fun too. He lay back down on the bed on his back and told me to get up close to him on one side. As I sat down close to him, he raised his knees up toward his chest, exposing his target for me. "Start with two; you already had four in there, so we can start faster," he said, and I could see his face filled with the lust and apprehension I'd come to know whenever we ventured into something new. I slid my Wet covered hand between his cheeks, rubbing some lube on them as I went, and put two fingers easily up inside of my best friend. He moaned softly and said, "God Garret, that feels sooooo good," and rolled a little back and forth, skewering himself onto my hand. I felt my knuckle slip inside on the top and the bent finger just below trying to go in too. "Put another one in, then add the fourth after that, ok?" he asked. "Are you sure Dillon? Damn, this is so wild," I said as I was finger fucking his ass. "You'll tell me if I hurt you, right? Then I'll stop; I don't want to hurt you," I told him worriedly. "Ok, I promise, but it feels sooo good Garret," he sighed as I eased my next finger up inside him. When he moaned loudly and forced himself further onto my hand, I relaxed and was getting turned on too, wondering what it felt like. After a few strokes, I pulled back a bit and put my pinkie in the groove formed by my other three fingers. When I started to slide my hand back up inside Dillon, he rammed himself down hard and my hand slid all the way into my thumb. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he chanted as he increased his speed. He had a glassy-eyed look of ecstasy and I thought, `Wow, that must really feel fantastic,' and I bent my thumb into my folded hand. On the next downward thrust of his butt, I pushed forward with my entire body; it took that much force for me to get my hand inside. "Huh, huh, huh," Dillon started inhaling in short gasps. I just watched as my hand popped into his hot insides, and I had the wild sensation of feeling the grasping muscles wrapped tight around hand. I felt his muscles relax and Dillon reached down, grabbed his knees, and raised them further back toward his chest. "More, put more in Garret," he quietly said, and I felt my hand ease further inside. It was then that I realized that my hand hadn't been completely inside, but then I felt his ass swallow my hand up onto my forearm. "Ahhhhh," Dillon sighed, and I looked at him wide-eyed. "Wow buddy, my whole hand is inside you," I said, awestruck. Dillon kinda chuckled, "Ah, yeah, I know," then he relaxed back a little and slowly lowered his knees back so that his feet were flat on the bed. "How does it feel?" he asked me. "Wow! It feels hot all around my hand. It was real tight a minute ago, but you relaxed a lot and it's really good now," I told him. "Move your hand around some in there garret, see if you can make a fist," he told me. `Well, everything felt so good so far, so why not?' I thought and started to twist my hand back and forth in his hot hole. Every time I moved, even a little bit, Dillon would moan and roll around too. Then I pulled my fingers back into a fist balled inside him. Then I chuckled a little to myself as I could feel more of Dillon's insides. "What?" he asked me. "Well, I can feel something kinda squishy inside there and I just realized that it must be a turd," I grinned at him. "Eewww," Dillon said, "I'm sorry; I didn't think about that. You can take your hand out." "Nah, that's ok, it'll wash off. I'm not worried about it. Besides, I like having my hand inside you," admitted. "I'm gonna feel around and see if I can feel your button in there, ok?" I asked him. "Go for it," Dillon said, grinning back at me. I rolled my fist over inside of him, then eased my fingers back open, pointed up toward his dick, but from the inside. I immediately felt something hard and Dillon let out a contented sigh. I touched it again a couple more times, this time more forcefully. "Oh god, oh shit, fuck, that's it Garret, oh shit," he cried out. "And what happens if I do this?" I asked as I stroked the hard, walnut-sized lump I felt there. "Oh god Garret, it feels like I'm gonna shoot. Damn, I've never felt anything like this in my life. Look how hard my cock is?" And I looked to see that his cock was so hard that the foreskin was completely pulled back, and he was leaking pre-cum something fierce. I reached my hand around the hard lump and squeezed gently, watching his cock respond with each pulse I gave him. Suddenly, I felt Dillon's butt hole squeeze tighter around my arm, felt the lump expand, and watched his hard cock start spurting ropes of cum all over his belly and chest. I was just awestruck watching the show and listening to my best friend shout out in ecstasy into a pillow as I kept up the opening and closing of my hand. Finally, I felt him relax a little, but I could feel that the lump was still hard in my hand, and his cock was still rock hard. "Man, you gotta quit doing that," Dillon raggedly said to me. I looked up to see his sweat and cum-coated body, and then gave him one more squeeze. "Ohhhhhh man, that hurts Garret, it feels so good." So I relaxed my hand back into the compressed fist that I used to get into him, and gently started to pull my hand out. When I got most of the way out, I felt Dillon's ass close and push my fingers the rest of the way out. I kept my hand kinda cupped, and got up from the bed, heading off to the bathroom. After washing my hand of the remnants of the hot scene we had just enjoyed, I saw Dillon still laying in much the same position that I had left him. I got worried that I'd hurt him, but when I got closer and sat on the edge of the bed, I realized that he had a grin on his face, and he didn't seem like he was in pain. "Are you ok, buddy?" I asked him. "Oh yeah -- never better. That's the best cum I've ever had. That was even better than with Shadow OR even with Blaine. Wow, I never thought it'd feel like that," he purred as he held his arms open to me. I slid onto the bed and was immediately engulfed in his warm embrace. I knew at that moment that there was nothing to worry about; Dillon and I would be together for a long, long time. After another 10 minutes of cooling down after our hot, hot session, Dillon looked over to me and said, "But you didn't cum." In all the excitement, I hadn't noticed that my usually hard cock had relaxed back to a limp state. I looked down at myself, then back into Dillon's eyes. "That's ok babe, I didn't even notice. Besides, I'm thirsty as hell. Let's get you cleaned up and then head upstairs and get a Pepsi or something," I said as I sat up on the bed. "Sure you wouldn't rather have a beer," Dillon said, then rolled away from me fast before I could hit him. "Eewww, I made a mess," he said, looking down at his chest and belly. "Yeah smartass, you really are a mess. Hell, you shot all the way into your hair guy," I said as stepped to him and lifted his bangs. We headed into the bathroom and each grabbed a washcloth to clean him up. I had him turn around and bend over so I could wash his ass. "Babe, you're still kinda open back here," I told him as I looked at hid hole. "Does it hurt?" "Nah, not much more than getting fucked by Shadow," he giggled, which got infectious and started me giggling, remembering what it was like to get fucked by Sandy. "Does this make it any better?" he asked. I looked back and saw him flex his butt muscles, and yes, his hole closed a little more. "Yeah, it's ok. It just looked kinda funky before, that's all," I told him. We finished up, went back and found our clothes and got dressed, then ran up the stairs like we always do, making the dogs scramble to keep up. We opened the door inward, and stepped into a dark kitchen. "We're in here," I heard mom call from the family room where we usually lounged. We grabbed a Pepsi each and headed in there. The girls were sprawled on the floor and the folks were on the couch watchin' some `Chick Flick' they had rented. "We been watching' TV downstairs; just came up to get something to drink," I told the `rents. "Whatcha watching?" It's called "The Aupair" dear; it's really a sweet show," my mom said, and I saw my dad roll his eyes. "Well, we're gonna head back downstairs; they have a Kung Fu marathon on," I told them. "How can you watch those kinds of pictures, guys? They're sooo violent," mom looked back at us. I noticed that dad was having a hard time keeping a straight face. "Oh mom, they're not that bad," and I hoped this didn't lead into another stupid argument. But dad saved the day when he said, "That's fine guys, but don't stay up too late. We're all going to Six Flags tomorrow and spend the day." "Really? Six Flags? When did they open?" I was so excited after being cooped up all winter; it was gonna be a lot of fun. Then I remembered that Dillon was with us. Dad must have seen my look toward him, cause he smiled at both of us. "They opened for the season last weekend, and yes Dillon, you're coming with us. Your folks left money for you before they left," he told us. "If you knew about this before dad, why didn't you say anything until now?" I was upset. "Weeeellll, it seems to me that someone kinda wasn't here last night..." and he looked back at both of us. "Soooorry," Dillon murmured quietly. I put my arm around his shoulder. "S'ok buddy; sorry dad, I just didn't think about that," I apologized quickly so he wouldn't get mad at my outburst and we'd loose privileges. My dad chuckled at us, and then said, "That's ok guys. You're growing up so we don't worry as much about you now. Well, ONE of us doesn't worry as much anyway," to which he got an elbow in the ribs from mom. "We'll be getting up about eight so we can get on the road early. It's a school day Monday, so I don't want to be too late getting back, so don't stay up too late, ok?" "Sure dad, sounds good to us," said as we turned to leave. "Aren't you forgetting something?" my mom piped up. I knew what she meant, but I wish she'd get over it. I knew it was a loosing cause though. When my brother comes home from college, he still has to do it too. I looked at Dillon, and he knew what the score was too; he'd been part of the family long enough. I walked around to the front of the couch and leaned over to give both mom and dad a kiss and a hug good night. Dillon dutifully followed, but when he was with mom, he said, "I really am sorry about yesterday, I won't do it again," which got him an extra hug and a smile from mom. We then grabbed a bag of chips and headed back downstairs with the dogs, knowing that we wouldn't be disturbed `til morning. "Wow, Six Flags buddy; I can hardly wait," I enthused at Dillon. "Yeah, it should be fun, but I was kinda hoping to go back to Blaine's tomorrow," he said. I'm sure he saw the sadness come over my face, because he added, "Not that I don't like doing things with you, you know that. It's just that this is so new and all," he said giving me a hug. I knew he was being honest, but I still felt kinda funny inside. `I just hafta get this under control. I can't hurt him anymore either,' I thought to myself. "So, whaddya wanna do now?" I asked him. "You haven't cum yet dude, what would you like?" he asked me back. "Well, why don't we just get ready for bed and just talk, and take care of whatever comes up?" I smirked at him. He swatted me on my butt as I danced away from him, which earned him a near miss from Sandy. He could protect me if he thought I was threatened. "Ha, ha, ya missed me," I singsonged as I went around the couch. "Yeah, but I got these," he said holding up the bag of chips. I knew I was beat; chips win, so I went back to the bed and plopped down. Dillon tore open the bag and, of course, that alerted our two chowhounds, and they inched their way over to the bed from their area, sliding their butts on the floor. They were always so sneaky about it, playing like `you don't see me' as they move. Both of them will stay just as close as they can get as long as you have "people food." A dropped crumb never stands a chance; and of course, both of them are just big beggars. So there we were, two randy teens, both buck-naked on the couch-bed, with two drooling mutts resting their heads on the edge of the bed, watching our every move. We just lay there watching MTV, eating the chips and drinking our Pepsis, and sneaking a few to the chowhounds every so often. They are sooooo spoiled! I was just kinda absently playing with my dick when it started to get hard. I looked over to Dillon but he was still limp. He looked over and saw my hard-on, then said, "I'm awfully tired; we musta cum four or five times today." "I'm tired too; maybe I'll just jack off real quick, then we can go to sleep," I responded. "Un-uuh, not as long as I'm here you won't," he told me. "Scooch down a little bit and open you legs," he said as he set the chips aside and moved down on the bed too. I did as he asked, wondering what he was gonna do. I watched as he leaned over, took my hard cock into his mouth, and slid his hand between my legs. As he started using his tongue around my foreskin, I could feel the familiar feeling start between my legs. He then started going up and down at a pretty good pace, and slipped what felt like two of his fingers up my backside. We both knew that I wouldn't last long with all this, but I didn't mind; it was better than beating off! "Oh god Dillon, I'm getting close," I moaned to him, and he sucked even harder. "Ohhhh Gooodd Dillon," I called out as I shot three or four good spurts into his warm soft mouth. As I was coming back down from my cum, Dillon eased his fingers out and rolled off of me, grinning from ear to ear. "Now, wasn't that better than just jackin' yourself babe?" he said as he was watching my heaving chest slowly return to normal. "You know it was," I breathed out. "I still don't see how you can do that so well with that hard curve in my dick." "You worry too much," he said as he slid up the bed close to me. "And I really do like the way it hits places inside my throat and my ass that nobody else can touch. I know, I've got a new nickname for you Garret; to me you'll be `Lefty'," he smiled. "I LIKE your hard curve Garret, now will you quit worryin' and turn off the light?" `Oh shit -- I know I'll never live THAT down,' I thought as I reached over the top of us and hit the switch, plunging the room into complete darkness. I scooted back under the covers and snuggled in close, wondering if he'd remember `lefty' in the morning. Dillon wrapped his arms around me and I felt really safe as I drifted off to sleep. To Be Continued...