Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2007 15:36:13 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Thirty-Seven All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. NOTE: Special thanks to Greg for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Brad's Idol Sometimes kids say things without thinking of the consequences. Let's just say I was a normal kid that didn't always think through to the consequences. One day during gym class a group of us were hanging out and just shooting the breeze, like most kids do. Some of the guys were talking about their big brother or dad having a 'Vette or some kind of muscle car. I stood there listening to all this, and not wanting to be outdone, piped in that I had an uncle with a Rolls Royce that we called Reginald. I didn't think it was so outrageous to say someone in the family had a Rolls; they did, though. Over the next several days the guys would ride my butt about the Rolls, daring me to prove it. I told them I didn't have to prove anything. I didn't see why me saying my uncle had a Rolls was any more far-fetched than them saying their big brother had a 'Vette. Well, it didn't really matter what I said or thought; they thought I was just a blow hard. The call had to go out for help. "Uncle Ray? It's me." "Hello, me. What's my favorite kid up to?" "I got a problem. You see, it's kinda like this, me an' some guys was hanging out during gym class and they started braggin' about their bigger brother or dad had a 'Vette and stuff like that. Well, I kinda piped in that I had an uncle that had a Rolls Royce and told 'em about Reginald." I said it better than I thought I would. "Let me guess. They didn't believe you and now they're riding your little butt about boasting about something you don't have." "That's pretty much it. What can I do?" I asked him. "First, stop bragging about those things and before you speak, think about it. You know, in a way, you can't blame them. How many Rolls do you see tooling around Ft. Pierce?" "None. I see what ya mean, but I still got a problem." He could fuss with me later; I needed peace and help now. "Remember the car show we went to a couple of years ago, where we dressed in the old time outfits?" "Uncle Ray, you wouldn't do that to me!" We went to a local show where he dressed in a black suit and chauffeur's hat. He had me dress in things called knickers. It was one of those outings with Aunt Charlotte. I'd forgotten about that little outing until now; I wished he would too. "Brad, those are the only pictures I know of that I have with both of us around Reginald. I do have other pictures of the car and me, but not both of us. I can take the negatives down to the drug store and have prints made and mail them down. That work?" He was almost sounding happy about this. My concern was what would happen when the guys saw me in knickers. "Uncle Ray, don't you have some other pictures, some where? You have any idea what might happen if the guys see me in them knicker things?" "Sorry, kiddo. I didn't plan on you getting in this kind of fix. This is the best we have right now. Want me to arrange to have more made when you come up next time?" There was that happy sound again in his voice. "Uncle Ray, I can hear you laughin'. This ain't funny, but if that's all you got. I know, I'll just cut part of the picture off, then nobody'll see 'em." "Well, I'll just get the pictures and mail them down. You can decide what you want to do then, okay? Other than this little problem, have you behaving?" "Yeah, I always behave, at least most of the time. I hadn't got in any trouble, except for this mess at school with the guys. I'm still havin' Larry do his exercises every day, too. You should see the difference it's made in him. One other thing, too, he keeps sayin' he wants to come back up there next time I come." "Anything wrong with that? I thought the three of you had a good time." "We did, Uncle Ray, but sometimes I like it to be just me and you." "I know, kiddo. Let's not worry about that now. I'll get the pictures for you and hopefully that'll clear the other problem. I've been talking with your dad and I may be coming down for a visit in the next two or three weekends." "In two weeks?" I said excited. "I didn't say that. I said the next two or three weekends. Okay? Love ya, kid." "Love you too, Uncle Ray. Bye." The telephone call was on a Tuesday. If he took the negatives to the store on Wednesday and got them back, I thought I should have pictures on Friday; I didn't. Starting on Thursday, just in case he did a hurry-up thing, I started checking the mail every day. After checking on the next Tuesday, the pictures still weren't here. I decided to call Uncle Ray again. He told me he was picking them up that night and would express mail them down. I should have them on Thursday or Friday. He thought I needed to learn to be patient. When Thursday came, still no pictures. If they didn't come on Friday, it was going to be panic time. I'd told the guys the pictures were coming. It'd been long enough that I was getting it over those things, too. How was I going to get out of this thing? Friday came and the day was getting long. I'd had enough teasing that I was ready to fight. About a couple hours before school would be out a kid comes in from the office with a note for me. The teacher looked at it and said it was personal; she gave it to me. It was a message from my dad. "Don't take bus. Car will be out front. Package came today." Somebody, whoever took the message, signed 'Dad' at the bottom. When I saw some of the guys after class I let them know my dad sent me a note that he was picking me up and a package came for me that I was sure were the pictures. At this point I didn't care if they saw me in knickers. I told them where the car would be after school and they could look. The bell rang and I made a bee line for the front of the school. A couple of the guys met up with me on the way out. When I got outside I looked up and froze in my tracks with a big grin. "'Holllyy, shit!" As soon as I realized what I'd said I looked around and was thankful there wasn't a teacher nearby. The guys with me just stopped and cracked a smile, too. In the middle of everything, where no one could miss seeing it, was Reginald. Standing with Reginald in a black suit, chauffeur's cap, his feet spread just a little and hands behind his back, was Uncle Ray. I ran to him. "Master Brad, good afternoon. I trust you had a good day at school?" was his greeting. "Uncle Ray! Dad sent me a note and said he was pickin' me up and a package came." "Not to be insubordinate, Master Brad, but I believe the note said for you not to catch the bus and the car would be out front. He never said he was picking you up. And, of course, this is the package," He responded as he gestured towards the car. He kept calling me 'Master Brad'. When I asked him to stop he said I had a choice of that or he'd show everybody the pictures of me in knickers. He definitely got his way this time. The car managed to get more attention than from just the guys. Half the school must have come over to look before they got on the bus. A lot of the teachers came out and looked. Talk about a bail out. We must have spent an hour showing everybody the crank on the front, the trunk, and opening doors for them to see in. We didn't let anybody sit in it and I kept telling them not to stand on the running boards. At the end, I got driven home in a Rolls Royce town car. I made sure we made plenty of turns so all the right people could see. When we got home I spotted the truck and car carrier I knew he used to get here. He said it took him about an extra hour to make the trip. He didn't like driving too fast with a car that size. I couldn't hug him enough. Talk about a bail out; this was a bail out in style. We changed into something more comfortable. The black suit wouldn't do around the house. I got naked and stayed that way for a few minutes. When he said something I told him Larry and I always got naked when we got home and stayed like that for a while. We knew when Laura would be home and got dressed just before then. He thought I needed to put something on anyway, just in case. I put on my jogging shorts with the special cut. When he sat down I climbed up on his lap and straddled him, just like always, to give him another hug. There's no way he could understand how happy he made me. He didn't understand that the next week at school, there was no doubt what everybody would be talking about. Not many kids get picked up at school in an antique Rolls. "Brad, I want you to lean back a little for me." His tone changed to be more serious. "Sit right there. Listen, your dad and I have been talking. There's a little problem we need to figure out and then make plans to deal with." "What kind of problem? I do something wrong?" I asked. "No, kid, you haven't done anything wrong," He answered me with a smile and ran his fingers through my hair. "Do you remember when we had the tests done on your eyes and found out you can see through only one eye at a time?" I nodded. Where was this going? "Well, you're developing what the doctor's are telling us they call 'lazy eye'. In other words, both eyes are not staying pointed straight ahead like they should. The eye you're using looks straight ahead or wherever you point it. The other eye has a tendency to float. In other words, one can be looking straight ahead and the other looks off at an angle. Understand?" "Yeah, but when I swap eyes the one that was looking off, then looks straight. That's what dad told me." "And your dad was right; that's just what happens. The problem is you don't have control over the eye you're not using. In time, it will get worse if we don't do something about it. The doctor is telling us the muscle is getting weak and in time you will have trouble. My other concern is that if the eye floats too much that you'll become self- conscious about it and it could interfere with how you regard yourself." He sounded serious so I didn't play around with him. "What do ya mean by 'do something'?" "When we had your eyes fixed a few years ago, the doctors told us then that you would most likely have to have some surgery when you reached adolescence, which is where you are now. They also told us it would probably require more treatment when you reach about eighteen to twenty years old." He looked at me kind of funny then. "Kid, why is it I don't think you wear these shorts much when your dad's around?" I grinned at him. "I don't. He thinks they show too much skin and is surprised you let me get 'em. I didn't tell him they weren't like this when you bought 'em." While I talked to him I reached my arms around his neck and pulled myself up so I was on my knees on the sofa, but still straddling his lap. "These are just right to be comfortable. If you want, you can scratch my butt like you used to. I been missin' that." "You have, have you?" I just nodded my head and stayed there while he scratched my butt. It still felt great. I hugged him and lay my head on his shoulder and enjoyed the attention. After a few minutes he patted me on the bottom and said that was enough for now. "Your dad knows I'm here and may come home early. How about you go change and put on your cutoffs or something he won't get upset over, okay?" While I was changing I heard Larry come in and Uncle Ray go out. I told Larry Uncle Ray didn't want us wearing our special shorts because my dad might come home early. With that bit of news Larry dug out his cutoffs. However, we both went the commando route. While we put on our shorts, Uncle Ray came in with a package. We were curious, but knew we should have ducked out; this had to be work of some kind. "Guys, I have a job for you. This is an air mattress. It's the size of a double bed. Luckily, it comes with a foot pump. Guess who gets to exercise their feet and legs?" "Uncle Ray, you need a compressor to pump this thing up. We been doin' this for a hour and look how far we still got to go. Besides, my legs are startin' to hurt. Can't we put it in the car and go somewhere and have it blown up?" "We could," he answered, "but the trick would be getting it back in the car to bring it home. Come on guys, you're not sissies; let's see some muscle," He taunted us. I looked at him. "Talk about bein' a slave driver. Glad you don't have a whip." Well, if I wasn't tired when we started, I sure was at the end. Sometime during all this my dad came in. I was glad then that Uncle Ray had me change. Dad hated those other shorts and wouldn't let me wear them. He was standing in the door watching us, drinking his beer and smiling like he enjoyed seeing us work at pumping up the mattress. When I looked at Uncle Ray he was drinking a beer, too. That meant he knew dad was there and the two of them enjoyed watching Larry and me sweat away. I did what any reasonable person would do and took a swig of Uncle Ray's beer, then sat down and smiled back. After everything was done, dad announced we were all going out to dinner tonight in Reginald. Dad, Kathy and Uncle Ray talked about my eye doctor situation while we ate. In the end they did ask me what doctor I wanted to go to. I didn't know or remember one from the other. In fact, I didn't even remember one. They decided it was best to go with the doctor that took care of my eyes the first time. Why they were even talking about it, I don't know. Dad had already called the school that afternoon and gotten my school assignments for Monday and Tuesday. Uncle Ray had already scheduled the appointment for Monday afternoon. Dad said this was the initial check up, not the actual treatment. He had to be in court both days, so I'd be headed back with Uncle Ray, and he'd meet us in Daytona, as usual, on Tuesday. They would decide the rest then. I only had one question but figured out the answer when they talked about loading Reginald on Sunday morning. That night Uncle Ray got to see Larry do his exercises. He'd been doing them long enough that he didn't have any trouble; he almost made it look too easy. When Uncle Ray told him he should consider increasing the number of reps, you wouldn't believe how the grunts and strain sounds increased. Uncle Ray looked at him and laughed, then he told him "good acting". When we went to bed, I claimed my usual nesting spot with Uncle Ray who was on the air mattress. We lay there talking mainly about what the doctor might want to do. When he said the doctor might want to trim some of the muscle controlling the eyeball, I wasn't too sure I liked that. I didn't mind telling him so, either. He squeezed me like always and asked me if I thought he'd ever let one of those doctors hurt me. I knew the answer was no. Probably one of the reasons I trusted him so much was he always told me what was going to happen. He even told me if it would hurt any. Usually he'd say it would be like a 'little bee sting' up to a 'big bee sting'. The big bee sting meant it really was not going to be any fun. Of course, for those, he made sure they gave me something or sprayed something on me so I didn't feel much. I liked laying there listening to his heart beat. I told him it sounded like a bass drum somewhere far off. When I put my head in the right place, I could feel his insides jump every time his heart beat. The steady rhythm was relaxing. Sometimes, I'd start to tap my foot or finger on him, moving to the beat of his heart. He'd press the fingers on his left hand into my cheeks following the beat of his heart. This was a good night. I thought I wanted to play. I started to whisper 'horny toad' in his ear more than once, but he was too comfortable. The feel of his arm around me and the fingers pushing on my butt were nice. The sound of his heartbeat was nice. I played, pulling his chest fur through my fingers and flipped his nipple a couple of times, but that was all. I let him know Larry was either watching or listening to us. He asked Larry if he wanted to lay there with us. I think Larry was down before Uncle Ray finished asking. It was a good night. *** You'd think that with Uncle Ray visiting, we'd do something special on Saturday. Larry and I got to push the lawn mower. Uncle Ray and Dad dug out a flower bed. I can't say it was all work. By the time we finished it was a debate who had the most dirt on them. Dad and Uncle Ray got the water hoses. One was in the front and the other in the back. It didn't matter which way Larry and I ran, we got wet. We loved it and played it for all it was worth, including a little payback. Good thing they weren't like some adults. Both Dad and Uncle Ray said don't dish it out if you can't take it. They took it pretty good. We got so dirty that at lunch time Kathy locked us out. Dad hollered for somebody to open the door and she said there was no way we were coming into her house as messy as we were. She'd bring lunch out to us. The guys got to sit around and be guys. Dad decided to get in one of his teasing moods. He laughed at how much dirt Larry and I had on us and we'd have to shower outside. He knew that water was cold and thought it was funny. Then he made a remark about how my balls would shrivel up from the cold. He almost choked when I told him they'd already climbed back inside. He didn't expect that from me. The day wore on and the temperature dropped. February in Ft. Pierce is warm during the day, but chilly at night. Uncle Ray and Dad hosed us off again. The water definitely felt colder and our shorts, being soaked, really felt cold. When Uncle Ray started to suggest we shuck them at the back door and run for the nearest shower, the look I gave him let him know that wasn't a good idea. King Prude might not like the idea of us running commando. I knew he wouldn't like the idea of two naked boys outside, or inside for that matter. Larry and I squeezed the legs of our shorts as best we could and made a dash for the shower. The warm water felt good. Larry and I turned in a circle so we could share it. Next thing I know, Larry decided it was okay for him to soap me up. I jumped when he first touched me, but instead of stopping him I decided to enjoy it. The feel of his hands sliding over me felt good. He stood behind me and pulled me against him. I could feel him; the kid was sticking straight out. He moved around like he was trying to stick me in my crack and I let him. I'd give him the crack, but not the treasure; only one person got that. He ran the tips of his fingers up the front of me, barely touching the skin. When he hit my nips, I couldn't help but take a sharp breath and push them out for him to manipulate. Boy, talk about goose bumps. After a few minutes, we reversed roles. Larry was a moaner. No sooner did I soap up his back and let my fingers run inside his crack than he started moaning. I kept having to tell him to be quiet before somebody came in to see what was happening. I let my fingers trail down to his pucker and pressed into him. I didn't really enter him, just pushed in against the lips. It was like Ben said at Uncle Ray's, this kid was born ready. I turned him around and pulled him against me. We belly rubbed to completion. I tried drying my hair, at least a little, and put on my warm-up suit. Dad and Uncle Ray were setting up the grill. Steaks had been marinating most of the afternoon. With a potato and salad, we would be set. Dad and Uncle Ray were in such a good mood that they let Larry and me split a beer. Dad said that'd probably put us out for the night. It didn't. It didn't hurt either, especially after I curled up in my nest. *** It was mid-morning by the time Reginald was loaded and balanced. The car barely fit on the trailer, it was so big. Once Uncle Ray was satisfied with it he tightened down the cinches and said it was time to load the luggage. At the last minute he decided he didn't want our luggage in the back of the truck so he lifted me up on Reginald's running board. The car was now a storage unit. After he and dad talked some more, we were off. This trip was an unexpected bonus. Uncle Ray did tell me to go ahead and start on my school work. Pulling a heavy load, he didn't expect to make good time getting home. With the stops to check the trailer and eating in Daytona, it took us almost six hours to make a normally four hour trip. When we started out Uncle Ray said it was cool back home so I decided to travel in my warm-up suit. It didn't take long before I was sweating up a storm and shed the jacket. I couldn't shed the pants without risking getting us in trouble, so I just loosened them. I did some of my homework on the trip. It's not easy reading while the truck bounces and shadows keep passing over the page, but I got a good bit done. When I got tired I just lay across the seat with my head in his lap. He rubbed my back till I fell asleep. When we got home we still had to unload Reginald. That was the tricky part because you couldn't sit behind the wheel and see where the tires were on the trailer. Uncle Ray didn't even start the car. He took the brake off and left it in neutral. He stood outside the car and reached in to control the steering wheel. The car was literally inched off the carrier. Once down, the car was locked up and the carrier unhitched. Finally, we were ready to settle down. After a big lunch and not doing anything to burn it off, I didn't care about much supper. We had soup and sandwich and were perfectly happy. We both got comfortable (naked) and settled down. He found his spot on the sofa and I found my spot in his lap. When I sat down he said I was soon going to be too big and too heavy to sit there. Maybe so, but right now I still could, and that's all that mattered. I leaned back against him laying my head on his shoulder and pulled an arm around my waist. He read his paper and I read my school book. It didn't take long to finish what I had to do. "Uncle Ray, what's the doctor going to do tomorrow?" I'd been thinking about this and the more I thought about it, and the closer we got to time to see the doctor, the less sure I was about the whole thing. "He's just going to run tests tomorrow. He's not going to do anything to fix the problem. We'll talk about that when I take you home. Are you scared?" "Some. I 'member when my eyes were messed up and I had trouble. That's when my dad beat me with the belt. I don't want that again." "Hey, kid, don't worry. That's not about to happen. If any thing is done it will be to make your eyes better, not worse. I promise, okay?" That's what I wanted to hear. He'd never broken a promise to me so I knew it would be okay if he said so. "Hey, would my boy like to soak in the tub?" He whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I answered with a smile; knowing I would get special attention. His house had this great big tub. We sat in it together so many times. I missed doing that with him when Larry and Ben were here. Now it was just me and him. He didn't let me down. We sat there with him bathing me and rubbing me. Before the water got cold I was mewing and squirming like a puppy; that's what I was and this is where I wanted to stay. Unfortunately, the water did get cold and we had to get out. When I dried off, he wrapped me in another fresh towel to stay warm. We walked out. When he turned for the living room I took his arm and pulled him the other way towards the bedroom. He said, in a little bit, and picked me up. When he sat on the sofa he laid me across his lap and started drying my hair. Then he rubbed the rest of me with the towel. He asked about my school work and I let him know it was done. Then he said he needed to look at it. He found a couple of things I needed to correct on the homework. He never liked misspelled words, so I did what he said. Afterwards, we lay there for about an hour or so watching a movie. He kept rubbing my back, legs and butt. I squirmed when it tickled and didn't resist anything. It felt like it'd been a long time since I was here, in my special spot, and I wanted to enjoy it. When he turned out the light, I knew we were headed to bed. While he turned out the lights, I headed to bed. I lay there, stretched out with my arms up over me head, waiting for him. When he lay down he was on his side, propped up on his elbow and kind of over me. I put my hand on his head and he looked at me. "Make me feel good. I feel weird right now," I told him. "What do you mean by 'weird'?" "I don't know. Kind of tingly and like I need to stretch all the time. I just wanna lay here and you make me feel good, please?" He started stroking my side with his fingers. When he did I got the shivers. I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. His palm felt nice as it moved over my chest, stopping for a minute to play with my nips. He hooked his right leg over my right leg and held my arms above my head. He had me stretched so my skin was tight. This time he did something different that tickled and felt great all at the same time. He ran his tongue between my ribs, starting at the side and coming up to my chest. When he got to my chest he kept licking me up the middle and then moved over to circle around the nipple. He worked my whole front over. When he reached my package I thought he was going to lick and tease my pole. I didn't say anything but I wanted him to take it and see that it did grow a little; at least that's what the ruler said. Instead he played around and behind my sac. I tried to pull my legs up and open for him, but he was sitting on my legs and wouldn't let me move. After a while he rolled me over. He straddled my back. My arms were down by my side and he held them there with his legs. I squirmed, moaned and mewed in the good feelings as he nibbled at my butt and ran the tips of his fingers up and down the back of my legs. He didn't let me do anything for him; he just gave me all the attention. I had to beg him four or five times to let me turn over. When he finally rolled on his side, he guided me to do the same and pulled my leg up for a pillow. I used his leg for a pillow and we pleased each other. Being young, I climaxed quickly. He held me tight to him and wouldn't let me out of his mouth. When it got extra sensitive, he backed off, but still played with my sac. Soon, he took me again. After a few minutes I was almost ready to blow again and could feel him trying to pull away from me. I wrapped my arms around his butt and held on; I wanted to make him feel good. I spilled some and we had to use the towel to clean up, but I got some, too. After the cleanup, I snuggled into my nest, content. *** The doctor spent almost an hour and a half doing all these different tests and then more time talking to Uncle Ray about the problem and solutions. He took a picture of the inside of my eye and let me see it. It looked like a picture one of those big telescopes takes into outer space. You could see where all these little lines ran to the center. He told me that was all the nerves and blood vessels in the eye running back to a central point where they connected to send images to the brain. He gave me a copy to take home and hang on my bedroom wall. Since the appointment was in the middle of the afternoon and took so long, I asked Uncle Ray if we could get some ribs for supper. He thought it was still a little early for supper so I had to remind him I didn't get my normal afternoon snack. He said it'd do me good to live off the fat of the land. We did stop and get a couple of dinners to go for later. After checking with his office for messages, we headed for home. On the way I asked him what was going to happen and he said we'd talk when we got home. He wanted to think some first. After we got home and comfortable I headed to Pac-Man. He stopped me and wanted to look at my homework. He found the paper with my assignments. I told him it was all done but he said he wanted to look anyway. If I went back without them done, my dad was not going to be happy with either of us. When he was satisfied with the homework, I challenged him to Pac-Man. He said that he'd been practicing some so I might want to get a couple of warm-up games in, then we could do best two out of three. When I was ready I told him loser had to kiss the winner's butt. I beat him. It took three games, but I won and told him it was time for him to kiss my butt. He had his own system. He grabbed me and turned me upside down. I was hollering, maybe mixed with a lot of loud giggling, that he wasn't supposed to do it like that. He just had his arm around my waist holding me against him. Instead of kissing my cheeks, he bit me on each side. When he put me down I told him that wasn't the way to do it. I challenged him to another game. This time I'd make sure I lost and bite his butt. It wasn't possible for anyone to score as low as he did. When he put me down the second time he didn't set me on the floor. Instead, he set me so I was straddling the corner of the pool table. I was sitting over one of the pockets. He told me to stay there and he retrieved a cue and eight balls. When I asked him what he was doing he said it was a new game. In this game we each got eight shots. Whoever sank the most balls without racking the other guys jewels won. He must have thought I was nuts to think I'd play that game. I almost ripped the twins off trying to get off that table. After supper we settled in the living room. Him on the sofa with me in his lap. He propped his feet up and pushed me back to lean against his legs. He had a funny look on his face. Back then I couldn't really describe it, as an adult I would know it was a melancholy look. "Uncle Ray, what's wrong?" "Not a thing, kiddo. I'm just sitting here thinking about how fast you're growing up. You know one day you won't want to hang around ol' Uncle Ray so much." I didn't understand that at all. "Why not? I'll always want to be here. I wish I didn't have to go back and could stay here all the time." "I wish I could keep you here too, but that's not the way it works. Right now, I'm happy with the time I do get with you. One day, believe it or not, you'll want to be with your friends. You'll remember ol' Uncle Ray, but you'll have a life of your own too. That's okay. That's how life is for all of us." I didn't like what he was saying. I leaned forward and put my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. I didn't cry, but I did shed a few tears. I didn't like it when he started talking like this. We talked some more. He asked me how I was feeling and if I'd had any more of those strange feelings like when I was up here the last time. I told him I had and knew what the problem was. I didn't mind telling him I had to get my nut almost every day now, and it wasn't unusual to need it more than once each day. Right now, he just wanted to hold me and I liked that. It always felt good to have his arms wrapped around me. He carried me to bed where I settled into my usual spot. It was a restful night. End Chapter Thirty-Seven Comments welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com