Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2012 17:50:11 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: The Working Boys Chapter 9 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story takes the form of a series of interviews with some beautiful young Boy prostitutes and their parents. It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the boys. Like my other story, Ecstasy Isle, this one is also written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Once more, it is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now. Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start strokin' it. Jack yourself off and see if you can time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This one averages about four to six orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. THE WORKING BOYS Chapter 9 Derek allowed his lips to trail back up over the little boy's lithe, lean, slender nakedness, diping into his sweet little navel, then up over his tiny belly to his taunt little nipples, sucking them, teasing them with his teeth, making the boy squirm in sensual, sexual pleasure. "Oooooooo, that tickles," Ronon giggle, his voice not quite that of a girl but neither that of a boy either. "You like that?" Derek asked, his fingers still toying with Ronon's flacid boy-cock. "You really know how to make a naked little boy feel good," Ronon told him, having learned early, perhaps from Devon, exactly the words to turn on a naked man. "And you know how to make a naked man feel good too, right?" Derek teased, unsure if the boy would take the bait. "For free?" Ronon countered. "I think you owe me one," Derek reminded him. "You know, I'm really not all that good a cocksucker," Ronon confessed, "especially one as big as yours." "Maybe you better practice," Derek suggested softly as he once more kissed the boy's smiling lips. Ronon was like a little boy doll. "For when Darin buys me?" Ronon asked. It was a rhetorical question. "Maybe..." Ronon took the hint. "Lay back, I'm gonna make YOU cum really hard, you won't have any left for momma." "She'll never forgive you," Derek joked as he complied, surrendering his nakedness to Ronon's kissing lips. The boy had learned from him. He bagan with Derek's lips then kissed his way down over his neck, chest, taking time out to suck on his nibbples a little, then moved down, down, down, swabbing his navel, then kissing just the head of Derek's cock. Derek almost gave him a face full. "Ohhhhhahhghehhg fuck, kid I almost shot my cum." "Go ahead, save me a lot of trouble," Ronon joked, though apparently warming to the task before him as he swallowed the head of Derek's cock. "Ohhhhhhh fucccckkkkkk..." Derek squirmed. The kid was better than he'd given himself credit. "Like that?" Ronon smiled up at him. "It tickles," Derek paraphrased the young boy. "Glad you like it," Ronon smiled then went down on him again this time taking in an incredible three or more inches, nearly half of Derek's cock, in fact. "HOOOOOOoooooooo shit, kid, where the fuck did you learn to deep throat," Derek gasp in exquisite sexual surprise. "I got a big mouth," Ronon seemed torn between banter and sucking, apparently distressed he couldn't do both at the same time. "No, shit, kid, that felt really WILD! Do it to me again like that." "Like this?" Ronon giggled as he took in even more on his second try. If the kid hadn't quite lodged Derek's cock in his throat the first time, there was no doubt about it the second time. Derek could feel the kid's throat trying to swallow him. Then he pulled off, gagging. "Nice try," Derek complimented the boy's effort. "Dustin taught me that," Ronon smiled up at him leacherously, "he's really fuckin' good at it." "I'll try and remember that," Derek held the boy's head in his hands, directing it back down over his cock, eager for the kid to build him to orgasm. "Suck that fucker, kid, suck me off, don't try to take it all in one bite, just suck it, concentrate on makin' it feel good, makin' me wanna cum, makin' my balls churn, building up the pleasure...yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the way, suck it, boy, suck it, suck it, suck me off, Ronon, suck that fucker, ahhhhhhh yeah, yeah, sooo good, yeah, yeah, ohhh man, yeah, you're incredible, boy, oghheoaiehoiheoh god, Dustin has taught you well, ooehhghehh fucccckk, feels good, Ronon, feels good, feels good, feels sooooo fuckin' goood, ghhehahehrhehhhgh god, the feeling, the feeling you're givin' my cock, boy, oehhghehhhehh god, I can't believe it, feels good, feellls sooo...soooo...soooo fuckin' gooood, ghhehhaehrhhhgheh, oghehhahehhrhehhghghhh fuccckkkk...you're gettin' me there, gonna make me shoot, Ronon, ohhhh fuccck, feels good, feels good, oehghehhaehhr yeah, keep suckin' me like that, up and down, all around, ohhhehhe yeah, harder, faster, that's it, buildin' me up, getting me ready, boy, feeling the feeling, feeling stronger, stronger and stronger, ohhhh fuck, boy, get ready, pull off if you can't take it, but get fuckin' ready, boy, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna FUCKIN' CUMMMMMMMMMM....CUMMMMM... OOEHGHEHAHEHRHHG GOD, I'M FUCKIN' CUMMMMIN', CUMMIN' SOOO HARD, OHEOIGHEOIHE, YEAH, OHHH MAN, YOU'RE DOIN' IT, YOU'RE TAKIN' MY LOAD, OOHHHHH GOD, KID, YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE THAT SHIT? YOU LIKE MY CUM, BOY, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, SUCK THAT COCK, JUST SUCK THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY BALLLS, BOY, OHHHH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHHHHH....HOOOOO FUCCCCCKKKKKKK..." Derek descended into sexual delerium as his orgasm crashed over him and the little boy who had brought it on valiantly hung on for dear life, draining him of every drop of cum within him. Behind them, they heard applause. The look on Ronon's face was priceless as the surprised little boy, Derek's cum dripping from his chin, gaped in surprise at his mother standing in the door. She leaned against the frame, completely naked, cheering her young son on as the kid demonstrated why he might be worth a hundred grand a year to the right man. Derek was startled but not entirely surprised, especially by the fact that Doreen had gotten naked in anticipation of getting in on a little of the action herself. "He seduced me," Derek told her lamely, a broad smile permanantly etched across his handsome face. "He sucked me off first," Ronon claimed in his own defense. "Oooohhhhh child mollestation, and the boy's only eleven...tsk, tsk..." Doreen teased them both. "He...he..." Derek really had no excuse, he'd been caught redhanded, naked, in bed with a boy little more than half his age. "The least you could have done was to save a little for your old lady, Ronon," Doreen complained, coming over, joining them on the bed. "Geesh, look at this pathetic thing," she hefted Derek's lifeless cock. "I swallowed his cum, too," Ronon proclaimed proudly, "every last drop." "Look what you did, you turned my sweet, innocent little boy into a fuckin' COCKSUCKER!" Doreen reproved Derek good naturedly. "How was he?" "Excellent, just warming him up for the main event tonight," Derek told her. "By the way, where's the fuckin' chicken?" "Yeah, I'm fuckin' HUNGRY," Ronon complained, "suckin' cocks is work." "What, you didn't get filled up with his cum?" Doreen stood, surveying the scene of utter sexual devastation around them. "Ronon, I thought I told you to straighten up your room, in case Romeo...whatsizname wants to get naked with you tonight." "Darin," Ronon corrected her, "Darin Romeo...isn't that romantic?" "Hmph, will be, if he brings enough dough ray mi ohhh," Doreen joked. "You two better make yourself presentable, they'll be here before long. I put the chicken in the oven to keep it warm...now get this place cleaned up." "I'll help you," Derek volunteer, hoisting himself up from the bed with some effort. "No, you I want to talk to...and fuck, come on, in the living room," Doreen ordered imperiously. "I'm not sure I know how to talk and fuck at the same time," Derek joked as he nonethelessed followed the naked slut into the next room. "This going to be a nude dinner party?" "Depends on how fast you are," Doreen suddenly turned on him, pushing him down onto the couch, then, kneeling between his knees, sought to pick up where her young son had left off. "HOOOoooo, god, when you said fuck, you don't mess around," Derek laughed as he watched her do her thing on his cock. "Come on, fucker, get hard again, I've been looking forward to this all day long," Doreen talked to his cock, as if ordering it around as she was accustomed to doing with everyone else she encountered. "I'm afraid your son pretty well did me in," Derek appologized as he nonetheless enjoyed her best efforts at reviving him. It took only a few seconds before Derek began to realize where Ronon had acquired his precocious cocksucking skills. Doreen was incredible. In less than a minute he was once more hard as a rocket. "Ahhhh yeah, yeah, good boy, yeah, getting it nice and hard for me, ohhh yeah, yeah," Doreen cooed over his cock as it hardened in her stroking fist. Then, gleefully, she straddled his slender hips and took him in. "God, you're good," Derek marveled at her sexual expertise. "Lots of practice," Doreen told him brusquely as she threw herself into the act of enjoying his soaring hard cock. "You said you wanted to talk?" "I've decided to ask for one-fifty," she told him flatly as her cunt slipped juicily up and down over his cock. "A bit pricey..." Derek commented as he tried to think and fuck at the same time. It wasn't easy. "Let me finish...that way I can come down a little, one-twenty-five, maybe a little less, and still..." "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck, take it easy, bitch, I may have a woody, but it ain't made of wood," Derek complained. Doreen was really fuckin' the shit outta him. "Friend of mine said you should ask for a deposit before you let Ronon go with them." "Yeah, I thought of that too..." Doreen said thoughtfully as she eased off on her pelvic thrusts a little. "How much you think?" "Ten percent down?" Derek suggested, starting to get into the rythmn of fucking her now. "Ten percent? How much would that be?" Doreen wasn't exactly as good at math as she was at torturing his cock. "Depends," Derek drove himself up into her, "ten percent of a hundred grand would be ten grand." Doreen's eyes flashed. "Non-refundable, you go along for the ride, one weekend, two guys..." Doreen was no math whiz but she had a mind as sharp as her tongue. "Did you pack your bags?" "Toothbrush in the glove compartment, that count?" Derek joked, though in fact, he WASN'T joking. That was quite literally the extent of his preparations for travel. Actually, he really didn't expect Romeo and his Juliet to go for Doreen's outrageous deal but even if they did, he doubted he'd need much more than that for a sex-soaked weekend floating around the Caribbean on some yacht with two hot guys and a naked little boy. "Ohhhhhh fuck, you're doin' it to me, gonna get me off," Doreen warned as she picked up the pace. "Thank god, I doubt my cock could take too much more," Derek sighed, nonetheless rising to the occasion with some vigor, if for no other reason than to get it over with. "Okay, let's cum," Doreen told him suddenly, obviously much closer to orgasm than Derek. "I'm ready when you are," Derek lied. He wondered if Doreen could tell if he were to fake an orgasm. There was no faking on her part, "OOahehioehhehhirieiahhehahehrhehhehhaeiieiiiighehiEIEINHEHEHEHGEIHHEHAHEIIGHHG," she let out her customary wail of sexual pleasure as her naked body humped his furiously, "Makin' me cum, makin' me cum, ohhhh god, Derek, I love your cock, man, feels soo goood, ohhhhh fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, man, let's make another cute little boy like Ronon to enjoy in a few years!" "Uhhhhhh...sure...I guess..." Derek was somewheat stunned by her words. She was the last person in the world he wanted to impregnate. "Wouldn't that kind of cramp your style for a while?" "Shit no, when I was preggers with Ronon, me and his dad fucked every night...sometimes twice a night, well into my eighth month...and look how he turned out....oaeogheiaoeihrehhahehrhhbhhehh god, Derek, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, man, fuck that cock right up into me, man, eoghheoaioehorheohihaeiooiaehreihoihoOIWEIIEIIEHOIGEHOGAIHEOIHGHGEHHGHGH!!!" "They're gonna be here any time now," Ronon told them as he stood in the door, watching Derek and his mother fuck. Derek looked up breathless, not just from the workout Doreen was giving him, but at the incredibly sexy little boy clad in the tightest, shortest pair of cut-off jeans he'd ever seen and a similarly cut-off white tank top with the simple, three-letter word, "HOT" embroidered across the front. How in the fuck did he ever get that monstrous five-inch boycock into such a tight little bundle. It was painfully obvious, compacted tightly against his loins. The outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A hundred grand suddenly seemed very reasonable. "Ronon, set the table, Derek, get some fuckin' clothes on, whad'ya think this is, some kind of whorehouse?" Doreen ordered as she extricated herself from his cock and dashed off toward her own room to get dressed herself. They were all presentable, though just barely, when, some fifteen minutes later, the doorbell sounded. Derek clicked on the tiny recorder he'd hidden behind a picture frame near the door to the kitchen so as to pick up voices from both rooms. "Derek, get that, will ya?" Doreen called from the kitchen. She was clad in a pair of tight slacks and a nearly see-thru blouse, no bra, no panties, no shoes. Derek opened the door. Two men about his own age stood staring at him. "Uhhh....Mr. Parker?" The dark-haired, slender man extended his hand. "My name is Darin Romeo." He wore white slacks and a flowered "Hawaiian" shirt with orchids and parrots cavorting on deep blue background. A pair of white loafers completed the ensemble. "Ohhhhh...no, I'm sorry," Derek realized the man's error as he shook his hand. It was moist. "Come in, come in. No, I'm just...just a friend...Derek...Derek Chandler." "I'm Mike," the other man introduced himself, looking around, "nice place you got here." He was dressed in tan shorts with a pink polo shirt sporting a tiny allegator. On his feet were white deck shoes. Derek looked about. "It is?" Then regaining his mental footing, "Oh...yes, well, thank you, thank you, come on in have a seat, Doreen's working on dinner. You're...right on time." Derek found it difficult to decide which man was the better looking. "Uhhh...where's Ronon?" Darin inquired. "I brought him something." He held in his hand a gift-wrapped box." "He's...uhh in the kitchen with his mother...uhhh....Ronon?" Derek called the boy. Ronon's entrance was breathtaking. At least it seemed that way. Neither man seemed to breath for a full minute as they visually undressed the young boy...not that there was much undressing needed, the kid might as well have been naked. "Hi," Ronon greeted them shyly. Derek shook his head in dismay. God, the kid was good, quiet, shy, sweet, lovable. Maybe they should ask TWO hundred grand. "Errr....Ronon, you know Darin, this is his...friend...Mike, they have something for you." Derek recovered his own respiratory faculties before the others. "For me?" Ronon squealed in his most seductive littleb-boy/girl voice as he took the package and opened it. Derek could only shake his head. Ronon was playing his part to the hilt and the men were eating him up. Ronon unwrapped the foil-wrapped box. "Condoms?" His voice betrayed no small degree of dismay, even disappointment. "A hundred of them?" He recovered, almost sounding excited. "Take them out," Darin told him, smiling in anticipation. Ronon accidentally spilled the foil packets all over the floor. Taped to the bottom inside the box was a hundred-dollar bill. The boy held it up "A HUNDRED DOLLARS!!" The kid was back in character. Derek blinked. If these two jokers thought they were going to get Ronon for the weekend with just a "C-note" they didn't know the kid's mother. "Hi, I'm sorry, I was busy in the kitchen," Doreen swept in, her hand extended as both men rose from the couch and shook it. Mike stared at his hand in dismay. It looked like gravy. He looked about for something to wipe it on, then decided to just lick it off. "Mom, look, a hundred dollars!" Ronon waved the picture of Franklin proudly. "And what's all this?" she pointed to the foil packets Ronon had strewn across the carpet. "Some kind of round thingies..." Ronon's innocent act was playing a bit thin but he stuck to it in any case. "Condoms?" Doreen picked up a handful. "Baloons...I...I mean...sure they look like...but you can blow them up and..." Darin suddenly realized his gift might seem somewhat inappropriate, coming from a grown man to a sweet and innocent little eleven-year-old boy. "Humph," Doreen sneered, then dropped the handful of condoms into the pile on the floor. "...anyway, dinner is...served," she added with a degree of formality that would have impressed even the Colonel. "I figured you two would like...chicken," she added, making sure the double meaning was not lost on the pair. "Love chicken," Mike smiled, eyeing Ronon's cute little-boy butt as they seated themselves around the kitchen table. It might be KFC but Doreen had tastefully pulled out all the stops. The Corelle dinnerware all matched, as did most of the flatware, there was even a white tablecloth and pink cloth napkins. The glassware was vintage MacDonald's but neither of their guests seemed to notice as they feasted on Ronon's cute little boy-body. Only Ronon seemed to be hungry. The others were somewhat on the nervous side, each wondering what the others were thinking. "Where do you keep your boat?" Doreen broke the awkward silence as she passed about the platter of original recipe. "We brought it up here for a few weeks," Darin told her, "it's down at the marina. "How big boat is it?" Derek asked, making converstation along with the mashed potatoes and gravy. "153," Mike told them, "sleeps eight." "That's a really big boat," Ronon chirped enthusiastically. "Actually, it belongs to a friend of ours, we just take care of it...he's the captain, I'm the first mate," Mike explained their relationship nautically. "You two do a lot of...mating?" Doreened guffawed, embarrassing everyone but herself. "Man, I'd love to see it, could you take us for a ride?" Ronon asked anxiously. "Why of course, Ronono, we'd LOVE to take you for a ride," Darin told him. "I think he said 'us,'" Derek made a point of noting. "Not me, I don't like boats...I hate the water," Doreen told them. Derek doubted that. She'd just conveniently left only him to accompany Ronan on any such joy ride. "Certainly, you're welcome to come along, in fact, we were thinking about going to the Bahamas for the weekend if you're free?" Darin continued, elaborating on their offer, seeming especially pleased that Doreen had opted out and that Derek would replace her. "Really?!" Ronon squealed excitedly, as if this was the first time he'd heard such an idea. "Mom, can I go? Derek could go along..." "Perhaps...that depends...we'll discuss it later," Doreen told the boy, dampening his enthusiasm somewhat. "Uhhh...what line of work are you in, Derek?" Darin asked, realizing it was time to change the subject. "I'm a...uh...writer," Derek told them, deciding that the term "reporter" might scare them off. "Fiction?" Mike questioned as they ate. "Non, mostly...some poetry..." Derek tried not to divulge any more than he had to. "What do you two do?" "Well, I guess you could say, we're into marine preservation," Darin told them thoughtfully. "You preserve MARINES?" Doreen gushed, "that must be fun!" "Army, air force, navy, marines, makes little difference to us," Mike joined in the joke, easing the tension as they all laughed. "I see, who owns your boat?" Derek probed, his reporter's curiosity besting him. The two men looked at each other, "We're not at liberty to..." "What's the big fuckin' secret?" Doreen laughed obscenely. "The owner would just like to remain discreetly annonymous," Mike told her quietly. "Mom, I'm finished, may I be excused?" Ronon asked with a soft politeness that made Derek smile. The kid knew how to make an entrance and better yet when to make an exit. "Of course," Doreen told her son softly. The two men followed Ronon with their eyes as he left. "It's about five inches hard," Doreen remarked simply, breaking a lengthy silence once Ronon was gone. "I beg your pardon?" Darin asked. "Don't pretend with me, you've been eating him up all evening, wondering how big his cock is," Doreen eyed the two. "I just told you, five inches." "Impressive," Mike said after several more seconds of silence. "One seventy-five," Doreen upped the ante, causing even Derek's jaw to drop along with the others. "I see," Darin said quietly, wiping his lips with one of Doreen's pink cloth napkins. "Mike, looks like we're...we've made a mistake," he intoned seriously as he moved his chair back to get up. "Well, you didn't think you were gonna get him for a hundred bucks and a box full of rubbers, did you?" Doreen eyed the man cooly, not intimidated in the least. Darin and Mike eyed one another uncertainly. "Mrs. Parker, we're not here to BUY your boy, we're just..." Darin began. "Oh, cut the shit, I'm not here to SELL him either," Doreen spouted. "You want his cute little ass, it'll cost you 175 a year, no questions asked." "Listen, gentlemen, sit down, I think we can talk this out..." Derek intruded, feeling the ice in the air and the whole deal teetering on the brink. "Maybe you'd like to make a counter?" "A counter?" Darin question, even as he sat back down at the table. "Look, Ronon is almost too young to even consider something like this, we're simply thinking of his future," Derek began, trying his best to be as reasonable as Doreen was unreasonable. "He's a bright little boy...there's college...his mother is divorced, his father...god only knows where his father is. He's cute, sweet, impressionable...talented..." "Talented?" Mike asked, seeming surprised at the word in such a context. "I think you may have had in mind to...explore his talents...this weekend?" Derek suggested suggestively. Again Mike and Darin looked at one another, seeming to communicate telepathically. Darin took from his shirt pocket a pad and pen. On it he wrote a number and slid it across the table to Doreen. She looked at it, blinked, then slid it to Derek. Printed on the pad was the number 75, a comma, and three zeros. Derek took the pen from Darin's hand and crossed out the figure. Below it he wrote $125,000. He slid pad and pen back to Darin. Darin inspected it, then pocketed the pen. "Mike, I think we're done here," He stood. "Tell Ronon goodbye for us and tell him he can keep the hundred dollars. "And the condoms too?" Doreen snapped. Derek stared after them in dismay as they headed for the door. "Wait...outside...let's talk." Darin nodded, then went outside, followed by Mike then Derek. Derek held the door behind his back lest Doreen try to butt in. "Listen, guys..." Derek began. "Your 'friend' in there is batty as a belfry," Darin butchered the trite phrase. "I know, I know," Derek admitted. "You don't know the HALF of it but...what can I say, she's a mother...god is she a mother...but...she's the mother of a very beautiful little boy...I think you'll agree, right?" Again the two men seemed to communicate silently. Darin nodded once more. "I told you he was talented..." Derek reprised his earlier tune. "Gentlemen, that kid has the hottest set of lips on him as you'll find anywhere, bar none, as I found out personally just a few hours ago. And...he knows how to use them." "He is cute," Mike allowed. "Don't be fooled by the sweet little virgin boy act," Derek went on, "the kid had me screaming for mercy...you ever know an eleven-year old that could take seven inches down his throat, lick it up, and cry for more? Darin seemed unconvinced. He looked away, staring at the cars passing in the street below. "How about we split the difference?" Derek proposed. "A hundred grand?" Mike considered. "Ten percent down, he's yours for the weekend," Derek went on. "I go along to...hold his hand. Nothing anal." "You're gay?" Mike asked, surprised. Derek reached up, gripped Mike by the back of the neck, pulling them together and kissing him hard on the lips. "He's gay," Mike grinned from ear to ear. "She wants ten thou tonight? Darin sought to confirm. "I think she'll go for that, yes," Derek tried to sound more assured than he was. Darin seemed to be weakening. Finally he turned and pointed, "see that." He pointed to a late-model blue BMW sitting near the foot of the steps. Then he handed Derek a set of keys. "Get the boy ready, we'll call a cab. If we decided to keep the kid it's hers along with...a hundred grand. If not, we pick up the car when we bring him back and everyone goes home sadder but wiser." Derek absorbed it all. Not a down payment, merely a deposit...but a sort of "signing bonus" if they decided they liked Ronon a hundred thousand dollars worth. "We'll wait in the car," Darin told him as Derek turned to go back. "What the fuck was that all about," Doreen asked as Derek returned. "Just a little negotiating," Derek smiled, holding up the set of keys Darin had given him. "Whats that?" "You know what a BMW is?" Derek asked. "It's a car." Doreen said blandly, then her eyes narrowed. "You traded Ronon for a CAR?" "They went for the hundred grand," Derek told her. "The car's just a bonus...a deposit, yours for the weekend for a...test drive...if you like the car and they like Ronon, it's a done deal." "What's the wheels worth?" Doreen asked, still skeptical. "Hell, I don't know, thirty, forty thou, maybe twice that," Derek sighed in desperation, dismayed that Doreen was looking so much gift horsepower in the mouth. "It's not new, maybe a year old, shiny bright blue, air, power steering, electric windows, GPS, seatbelts, speedometer, six cylinders..." "They want him tonight?" Doreen seemed to accept Derek's words at face value. "They're waiting in the car." Derek reported. "They said they'd call a cab." "And if they DON'T like Ronon..." "You keep Ronon, they keep the car," Derek tried to make the deal sound as reasonable as possible. "Free gas, unlimited mileage, it'll probably do 150 in ten seconds." Doreen was thoughtful for only a moment. "RONON!" She turned. Ronon was standing behind her in the doorway, a suitcase in each hand. He'd changed to jeans and a t-shirt. His reddish blond hair was neatly combed, he gave the impression of a little angel. He'd been listening just out of sight all along. "Traveling a little heavy, aren't we?" Derek smiled. The suitcases seemed almost bigger than he was. "Not to be gone a whole YEAR," Ronon reasoned. Doreen suddenly burst into tears, grabbing her son, pulling him to her bosom hugging him crying profusely, sobbing, "what have I done, what have I done?" "It would appear, judging by the smile on his face," Derek suggested, "that you've made one little boy very happy."