Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2004 09:23:01 -0800
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Thrity-five

	Once again it's time for the hated warning and disclaimer.  I know,
you just can't wait.  You've been sitting around, chewing your fingernails
and waiting for it.  Well go ahead and put your Prozac away because here it
comes.
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leave and continue enjoying your youth.  It's a wonderful time, although
that viewpoint is generally in retrospect.  Going through it is normally
nerve racking and frustrating.  During that period things keep going wrong
and most of the time you feel like a dork.  Only as you are approaching
senility does it take on such a rosy glow.
	Also, if you live in an area in which the bigots have control and
have managed to pass a bunch of silly laws, you must leave.  I know, life
isn't fair but I can't do anything about that.  About the best I can do is
suggest moving to a more enlightened area.
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		I Love Corey, Chapter Thirty-Five

	I don't know why I woke up so early.  Corey was still sleeping so I
just slipped out of bed and got ready to face the day.  I drank some coffee
and reviewed the plans I'd drawn up for the team.  I wasn't sure they'd be
enough but they were the best I could come up with.  I could hear Dianne
stirring so it was time to get the boys up.
	Corey rubbed his eyes and just sat there for a few seconds.  All of
a sudden he jumped up and headed for the kitchen.  I managed to get him
stopped and told him he really ought to put some clothes on.  He blushed
and tore over to get his robe.  I continued waking people up.  Jimmy
groaned and assured me he was awake.  I got a little better response from
LT but JJ looked like it would take some work on LT's part to get him
moving.  By the time I got back to the kitchen, Corey was standing there,
just admiring his gifts.  They were still spread out on the table where
he'd left them when he fell asleep.  He had a big grin on his face.
	He ran over and wrapped his arms around me.
	"I thought maybe I dreamed it.  It was all real."  I could hear the
joy bubbling in his voice.  He released me and ran back to the table.  He
just stood there looking at them.
	I walked over and swatted him on the ass, telling him to put them
in his room and get ready for school.  While he was doing that I started
breakfast.  Dianne appeared and got a cup of coffee.
	"Where's Jimmy?" she asked.
	"He said he was awake."
	She laughed and left to check on him.  When she got back she told
me that I'd need to make sure he was at least sitting up before I gave up.
Otherwise he'd just go back to sleep.  Kids started showing up and I
started serving breakfast.
	The team was the topic of conversation among both the faculty and
the students.  It was hard to get my classes to pay attention and study.
From an academic standpoint, I'd be glad when the season was over.  Talk
about a distraction.  I wondered if the other teachers were having the same
problem.
	During practice we worked on the changes I thought would help us.
They seemed to understand and hopefully we'd be able to execute them on
game day.  JJ and LT helped with the laundry and by the time practice was
over they had it all done except for the things used today.  The week was
off to a good start.
	In fact, things went well until Tuesday evening.  That was when
Terry called Dianne.  I could overhear part of the conversation and she was
getting angry.  The last word she said was a shouted no and then she hung
up.  I didn't want to get in the middle so I didn't say anything.  All the
kids except Cindy were doing homework and she was watching television when
there was a knock at the door about a half hour later.  It was Terry.  It
was pretty obvious that Dianne wasn't very happy to see him.  Still she
didn't tell him to leave, so I served them some coffee and left them in the
living room to talk.  With that I retired to my office to continue with
lesson plans and homework grading.  Jimmy was in there with me, using the
desktop, and the rest of the boys were in Corey's room using his laptop. It
wasn't long until I could hear raised voices coming from the living room.
	When I walked in Terry had a hold of Dianne's wrist and had his
other hand drawn back as if to strike.
	"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I told him.
	"Get out of here!"
	"Sorry Terry, it's my house and you can't throw me out."
	He let go of Dianne's wrist and turned to face me.  His teeth were
clenched and his shoulders hunched forward as if to attack.  He just stood
there trying to decide if he wanted to continue what he was thinking about.
I could see it in his eyes.  He wanted to come after me but the last time
he'd done that hadn't worked out too well for him.
	"You'd better leave," Dianne said, interrupting his thoughts.
	He continued staring at me for a few more seconds before he rocked
back off the balls of his feet.  His teeth were still clenched but he
headed for the door.  As he was about through it he turned and shouted,
"You'll regret this!  All of you!"  With that he stepped on out and slammed
the door behind him.
	As soon as we heard his car speed off, Dianne burst into tears.  By
this time all the kids were also in the living room, having heard Terry's
shout.  The rest of the evening was a mess.  It took a while to get
everyone calmed down and even when that was accomplished, no one seemed
very happy.  It was still a subdued bunch that went to bed.
	Corey wanted to know what I thought was going to happen with the
Blackman's but I didn't have any answers.  That Terry and Dianne were mad
at each other was obvious but that didn't tell me if they would manage to
patch things up.  The conversation ended when he fell asleep.  I worried
about Terry and Dianne for a few more minutes before I joined him.
	Wednesday morning and Dianne looked like she hadn't slept much.
However she looked calmer and somehow more resolute.  She joined me before
the kids made it to the kitchen in their eternal quest for food.
	"I don't know what's happening to Terry.  He's a different person
than the one I married," she said as she filled her coffee cup.  I was
still in my no talk, try to wake up mode so a grunt was about the best I
could do.  That seemed enough and she continued.
	"I was hopeful we could get things straightened out.  Now I don't
know.  If anything, he was worse last night."  With that she contemplated
her coffee while I did the same with mine.  I tried to figure out how to
respond and if I even should respond.
	"Maybe you should give it a few days so both of you can settle down
and think a little.  After that, maybe a marriage counselor."  I knew that
wasn't brilliant but it was the best I could do this early in the morning.
I had Corey trained so that he didn't try to talk to me, unless I
volunteered something, before I'd had a couple of cups of coffee and a
chance to wake completely up.  I was still on autopilot as I continued
trying to get breakfast started.  I finally got the water in the pan and on
the stove.  As soon as it heated up I'd put the oatmeal in.  I'd told Corey
that hot cereal was good for him but part of the reason I liked it for
breakfast was it was easy to fix.  It required very little thinking and
work to fix.  I was rescued from having to talk by Cindy's arrival.  She
was whining about not being able to find some kind of clothes.  Dianne left
to find whatever it was that was lost.
	I didn't get any time to think because the boys started showing up.
About all I could do was hand out glasses of juice and continue cooking the
mush.  I had both toasters going and that kept me busy buttering as soon as
the toast came out.  The new four slice model was great but, with the
Blackman's staying here, I'd dug out the old one to help.  Six slices at a
time was better than two when you had five kids and two adults.
	I'd thrown a little maple syrup in with the oatmeal and, as I
dished it up, I sliced part of a banana on each bowl.  I'd also put some
raisins in while it was cooking.
	By the time breakfast was over I was ready to face the day.  There
was the usual flurry of questions and other things to take care of and I
was off for school.  Terry hadn't come up again and I was thankful for
that.  I wasn't a marriage counselor and wasn't comfortable trying to offer
advice to Dianne.
	Jerry showed up earlier than usual and when he did, he motioned to
me to come into his office.  This was very unusual and as I walked towards
his office I wondered what was going on.
	"What's going on between you and Dianne?"  There was no warning or
buildup, just a straight out question.  To say I was surprised didn't
describe it.
	"Huh?"
	"I want to know what is happening with you and Dianne."
	"Nothing.  I mean she's staying at the house but nothing is going
on with us."  I was rattled.  I hadn't expected anything like this.
	"That's not what I hear."
	"Well I don't know what you've been hearing but nothing is going on
between Dianne and me.  She sleeps downstairs with her daughter and all the
boys and I sleep upstairs.  She's a nice lady but there's nothing that is
going on."  I was so surprised that I wasn't doing that good of job of
defending myself.  Of course there wasn't really anything to defend
against, that is there wasn't anything unless you considered straight out
fabrications something that requires defending against.  "She and Terry had
a fight, as you know, and she's staying at my house until she finds a place
to rent."
	"What happened last night?"
	Now it was starting to make sense.  "I assume you're referring to
Terry's visit.  He came over and they went into the living room.  I heard
some shouting and went in.  He had a hold of her and looked like he might
hit her.  I broke it up and told him to leave."
	"That isn't the story he told me.  Any idea of what's going on with
him?  He was almost incoherent when he called me."
	"I haven't got a clue.  He's changed and I don't know what caused
it.  This morning Dianne said he wasn't the person she'd married.  She'll
probably be staying at my place for a couple more weeks.  She wants to rent
a house Vern told her about but it won't be ready until then."
	Jerry started grinning.  "I don't know about you Sam.  You seem to
end up in the middle of anything that's going on, good or bad.  He called
and I had to check."  That seemed to be the end of the matter and we
returned to the teacher's lounge and started the usual meeting.
	The rest of the day went well until I got home.  Dianne got there a
few minutes after the boys and I did and she was steaming.  Terry was
apparently spreading rumors about us and she didn't like it and neither did
her employers.  We talked things over and finally I gave her Russ Young's
phone number.  I told her I thought he was a good attorney and perhaps she
ought to talk to him and see what she should do.  When I got her somewhat
calmed down, I started dinner.  I'd just gotten things cooking when the
phone rang.  It was Terry and he wanted to talk to Dianne.  I won't even
repeat what she told him.  After that, things calmed down somewhat.
	As soon as dinner was over the boys and I headed for the pistol
range.  Things had been fouled up and we hadn't been there last week, but
tonight seemed like a good time to go.  I had several other pistols besides
the Colt and the Smith and I took them along for the boys to try.
	When we got there, it took some time to make sure JJ and LT
understood all the safety rules.  When that was done we started shooting.
LT was about like any beginning shooter but I was impressed with Jason.  He
took to it like he was born to it.  He'd selected the Luger because he
thought it fit his hand the best and, by the time the evening was over, he
was shooting better than Corey and Corey wasn't doing that badly,
considering the number of lessons he'd had.  I was happy because both had
listened to the safety lectures I'd given and followed then.  In fact, the
only safety deficiency I saw was by one of the older shooters, and another
member of the club had gone over and reminded that shooter of the rules.
The boys tried all the guns I'd brought and JJ really liked the Luger while
LT wasn't sure which of the pistols he liked best.  I told him we could
shop for one if he thought that would help him.  We wound up talking with
Ralph Hodges, who owned the local sporting goods store, and he agreed to
bring some of his used pistols so the boys could try them out next week.  I
told him not to worry about caliber because if one of the boys liked a
pistol, we could probably order one in an appropriate caliber.  He said
he'd bring an assortment and that made the boys happy.
	I felt sorry for Jimmy.  It was clear he'd have liked to join us
but I'd talked to Dianne before dinner and she didn't want him to.  The
boys were doing their homework when I'd asked and she explained she didn't
think that he would be able to continue when she moved out and she thought
it would be better not to let him start.  That way he wouldn't feel bad
when he could no longer participate.  I thought she was wrong but since
Jimmy was her responsibility, it was her decision.  For all I knew she
might be anti-gun but she didn't seem like it.  Maybe we could talk a
little more and I could offer to take him even after they moved out.  In
the meantime, I had three happy boys.  They'd all had a great time and
enjoyed themselves.
	I made them clean the various pistols before I let them have a
snack.  Once that was over I sent them off to bed.  Once all the showers
were turned off, Dianne headed for bed too.  I finished the last couple of
papers I had to grade and headed there also.  As I took my shower I thought
about JJ and LT.  They seemed to be getting somewhat used to living here
and were more comfortable with it.  We still needed to talk about a lot of
things and see if we could get some of them straightened out but things
looked like they were improving.  Everyone was becoming more relaxed around
each other and I figured that was an improvement.  Corey was asleep when I
slipped into bed but he soon made it to his favorite position and I soon
joined him in sleep.
	By Friday afternoon the school was a madhouse.  The whole student
body was hyper over the upcoming game.  I didn't know.  I hoped the plans
I'd made would work and be sufficient.  However, that was why we played the
games.  We'd been ranked higher and probably should be favored but, based
on the match-ups, I wasn't sure that was right.  Of all the teams we'd
faced, this looked like by far the toughest.  Practice went well and I'd
done all I could.  I'd find out tomorrow if it was enough.  Until then all
I could do was worry.
	The boys were bouncing all over the Gator on the way home.  Even
the stop at Downie's didn't slow them down.  When Mrs. Downie captured me,
they took off and, by the time I got through with her, the cart was almost
full.  At least I'd managed to get a few things in.  One thing I noticed,
they had quit trying for quite so many cookies and things.  This time there
were lots of cheeses and sausages.  I was wondering about that when it
dawned on my they were preparing for the after game snack.  Trust those
bottomless pits to think of everything.  I could see we would once again be
eating well after our game.  Win or lose, we'd have to stop at McDonalds
since it had become a tradition.  After that we'd just have to get by with
what was in the cart.  I got some cash back and passed out allowances.
Jimmy was with us and I wasn't sure what his mother's finances were so I
just handed him some money too.  While I was sure Dianne would be alright
financially, from a few things she'd said I suspected there was a temporary
cash problem.
	We got the groceries in the house and I sent them off to see if
they could get their homework done.  I told them if they did, we could go
to a movie Sunday night.  They vanished like they'd never existed and I
could soon hear there various mummers as they worked together.  When I
looked, they were all in Corey's room, busily working together on their
assignments.  LT was helping Cindy with her math homework.
	About then Dianne got home.  She looked tired and discouraged.  I
offered her a drink and she accepted.  I decided it sounded good to me so I
fixed a couple of Margaritas and we sat down and relaxed while enjoying
them.  A little gentle probing and I learned she was facing some problems.
Terry had emptied their joint account and while Russ (her attorney Russ
Young) got it straightened out, things would be more than tight.  I told
her not to worry, I'd be happy to loan her whatever she needed.  It took a
little while to convince her that I was not only serious, but had more than
sufficient funds to do so.  I finished my drink and started dinner.
	I'd just gotten it going when the phone rang.  It was Uncle Matt.
We normally called each other every couple of weeks but this was an unusual
time to hear from him.  He sounded excited and the next thing I knew he
asked me if I remembered that money that he'd said he was going to invest
with his venture capital group.  When I thought about it I remembered
something about one hundred thousand dollars being mentioned and asked if
that was what he was talking about.  He told me to sit down and he'd fill
me in.  I turned the cooking over to Dianne and braced myself for bad news.
	"Well Sam, a couple of things happened this week.  I waited so I
could give you a little clearer picture of what it meant.  Ten thousand of
yours went into a little start-up and it was sold on Tuesday.  The bad news
is your going to have to pay some tax on the money.  The good news is your
share is not quite seventy thousand.  I'll send you the paperwork so your
accountant can pay the estimated taxes."  I told him to hold on, I needed
to refill my drink.  We laughed and gossiped about our friends and families
while I did that.  When I'd done that I told him to go ahead.
	"The other deal was for twenty-five thousand.  It came along a hell
of a lot faster than anyone thought it could.  They went public Thursday
and your shares are worth somewhere around six hundred thou."  When he said
that, I sprayed Margarita across the floor.  When I finally quit coughing I
could hear him laughing his ass off.
	"How much did you have in that one?" I managed to ask when I got my
breath back.
	"Seventy-five grand."  I could hear the laughter and pride in his
voice.  Shit, that was a pretty good return on our money.  He'd gotten us
into that group a couple of years ago.  Then it penetrated.  He'd made over
a million and a half on the deal.
	We bullshit some more while Dianne cooked.  The phone was cordless
so I could mop up the drink I'd blown all over the floor.  I told him to
put the seventy thousand in my money market account so I could draw on it
for now.  That way if I had to come up with the money for the Gator before
the insurance paid, I'd have sufficient funds.  I also promised to bring
the boys up for Thanksgiving.  The last time I'd talked to him was just
after JJ and LT had been placed with me.  That reminded me and I filled him
in on the first Gator.  At first he was concerned but I soon assured him
everything was fine now.  Dianne finished dinner and she called the kids
and they started eating.  I was too excited.  Uncle Matt and I continued
our conversation for about another ten minutes before we said our good-bys.
	I joined them at dinner but I was almost too excited to eat.  The
whole thing was funny.  I didn't need the money.  I had plenty without it,
but to find out about making that much was almost like wining a lottery.
	Of course they wanted to know what the conversation was about.
Corey was the only one that had any idea about how much money I had and he
didn't really know.  I'd causally mentioned having over a million dollars
to him but that was about all.  He also knew Uncle Matt invested it for me
but I'd never explained any of the details.  Needless to say they were all
shocked when I told them what Uncle Matt had just told me.  It was my turn
to eat while they just stared at me.  By the time they recovered, I'd
almost caught up with them.  I even managed to extract a promise from all
the kids not to go blabbing it all over school.
	When dinner was finished the kids started to bolt for the
television.  I made them stop and pick the dishes up and put them in the
dishwasher amongst much whining.  They still managed to watch the program
they wanted to.
	Dianne and I retired to the living room with our coffee.  Now it
was time to really talk.  I think it finally got through to her, on an
emotional level, that I really did have enough money to lend her some.
While she accepted, in an intellectual manner, that I did, the news from
Uncle Matt finally drove it home to her.  We spent some time discussing
what she actually needed and what it would cost.  There was also the terms
and payback schedule.  A couple of hours later I wrote her a check for five
thousand dollars and assured her that she could have more if she needed it.
She planned to take the money and go to the estate sale that Vern's friend
was having and buy a bunch of the furnishings.  While they weren't what she
would have selected, they would be acceptable and could be replaced later.
She hoped that by doing that, she would be able to move in sooner and she
was sure it would cost less.  Terry wasn't willing to give up anything they
had in the house and, while she could eventually get a lot of it, that
didn't solve the immediate problems.  She'd just gotten her paycheck and
could add another nineteen hundred to what I'd loaned her and she was sure
that would be enough.  I wasn't sure but agreed to let it go for now.  She
wanted to pay it back in one year but I told her to figure on two.  That
way it shouldn't take such a big bite out of her pay.  After all,
California was an expensive state to live in.
        She was in a much better mood when she headed for bed.  If she and
Terry got things straightened out, they should be able to sell those things
she was going to buy.  Unless he changed his attitude I saw little chance
of that.  She was both angry and resigned to their separation.  The fact
that he'd hit her and Jimmy made her determined not to return until he
sought anger management.  I sure couldn't blame her for that.
        Corey was just getting ready for bed when I got there.  One look at
him told me he was horny and ready for action.  I suppose it was the smirk
he had on his face that told me that.  Well, that and the fact he told me
to hurry up.  Well, maybe I ought to add that a certain part of him was
standing at attention.  Well, perhaps the fact he helped me undress quickly
helped.  Then again, it might have been the kisses.  I think you get the
message.
        What I wasn't ready for was when he grabbed a pillow and stuck it
under his ass.  That wasn't a very subtle way of telling me what he wanted.
However, it worked.  I knew what he wanted but I decided to make him wait a
little.  Maybe that would make up for all the times he'd done the same to
me.  I couldn't count all the time he'd gotten me to the edge only to make
me wait.  Revenge was now going to be mine.  I was really looking forward
to it.  However, there was one thing we needed to do first for that to take
place.
        Grabbing his hand I pulled him up and led him to the shower.  A
clean boy was essential to what he wanted and I was going to make sure he
was.  I will say the shower was quick.  We didn't spend anymore time than
was necessary to get clean.
        Returning to the bedroom I quickly grabbed the remote and turned
the stereo on, and set the sleep timer for an hour.  Hopefully the noise
would cover any we made.
        I started with a few kisses.  Then I got sidetracked and just
enjoyed a few more.  When he stuck his tongue in my mouth, I sucked on it.
I could feel the tip of it probing my mouth.  His taste was the usual
vintage Corey.  We'd gotten ahead of ourselves and forgot to brush our
teeth so there was no toothpaste flavor.  Just Corey.  This was the way I
really liked him.  Nothing to cover his flavor up, just pure Corey.  I was
lying on top of him and as I continued to kiss, I could feel him rub
against me.  He was warm and his body was firm.  He'd filled out so his
ribs no longer showed and now he was what might be called sleek.  Not
skinny, not fat.  To my mind he was just right.  He was just right to my
fingers too.  I had them under his shoulder and I could kind of knead his
back.  I could have done better at that but his body held them down.  I
worked them a little further under him and finally his shoulders were on my
forearms and my hands were on the back of his neck.  That was better.  I
now held his neck and head so it couldn't get away.  He wasn't trying to do
that but this way I was sure he couldn't.
        I lifted up on his neck and his head tipped back.  That gave me
perfect access to his throat.  I licked it and continued kissing him.  I
kept kissing and licking and soon worked my way around to an earlobe.  A
little nibbling of that and his squirming started to increase.  Not only
that, his noise level increased too.  The sounds were still soft, just a
few sighs and soft groans.  The groans were almost a purr, kind of like a
cat purr.  It started deep in his chest and just came softly out.  I loved
that sound.  It was the sound of a happy Corey.  He only made that sound
when he was enjoying what I was doing to him.  I just nibbled some more and
the groans continued.  I was really enjoying this.  For some reason sucking
and nibbling on an earlobe, especially Corey's earlobe was great.
        I scooted down in the bed just a little.  That made it easy to lick
the hollow of his throat.  I let my tongue play around there a little.
This was just a prelude to what would happen in a few minutes but it was
still pleasant.  There wasn't any flavor but just the feel of his flesh
against my tongue was enough for me.  By scooting down a few more inches I
was able to get at his nipples.
        Some nibbling on them was fun.  I could feel them firm up and that
made it easier to gently nip them.  All the licking and nipping was getting
results.  I could hear gasps, pants, sighs, and groans.  Things were coming
along nicely.  Those sounds were still soft but they were beginning to take
on a more urgent undertone.  There were also shivers going through him.
All in all, I was slowly getting him to the state I wanted him in.
        As I headed for his armpit with my licking, he raised his arm to
give me access.  His armpits were tasteless tonight.  The shower had
removed that slightly sour and somewhat salty flavor they had when
unwashed.  I loved that flavor.  Maybe a bidet would help.  That way he
wouldn't have to shower before we did what we were going to do.  However I
was still going to make him wait.  There were lots of places I could spend
time on before I got to what he wanted.
        I worked back to his nipples on my way to his other armpit.  He
raised the other arm and twisted to give me an unobstructed access to it.
As I licked the sparse crop of hair he had there, I could feel him twitch
and jerk.  His armpits were a real hotspot for him.
        When the noise level had reached what I deemed about right, I went
back to his nipples.  Then on down to his belly-button.  I probed it with
the tip on my tongue and was rewarded with more squirming and twitching.
His breathing was turning into panting and the groans were starting to
sound more like growls.  Time to move on in my attack.
        Pivoting my head a little put me in a position to see part of my
goal.  There it stood, proud and with a little of that clear liquid, that I
so loved, on the tip.  My tongue eagerly reached out, claiming that drop of
liquid.  When my tongue made contact, the results were nothing short of
electrifying.  Corey jerked and shook almost like he was having some kind
of seizure. His hips were thrusting towards my mouth and there was an
explosive sound like tennis players do when they serve.  I'd fouled up.
Too much foreplay had caused him to climax before I got to what he wanted.
The best I could do was open my mouth and accept what he was giving.
        "I'm sorry," I told him when his breathing had slowed.
        "What for?"  He sounded genuinely puzzled.
        "For not paying attention and getting you off too soon."
        He seemed lost in thought for a few seconds.  "Oh, you mean before
you got your tongue clear down there."  He started to giggle.  "I don't
care, you'll get there next time."  Suddenly he snorted, "Besides, I didn't
know I was that close.  How could you?"
        He was right.  Tonight there hadn't been the usual buildup.
Normally I could tell by the Corey sounds but he'd skipped a few.  Maybe he
was just too horny.
        About then he rolled into his favorite position and relaxed.  It
wasn't long before he was asleep.  He didn't beat me by much in achieving
that state.
        It was still dark out when something woke me.  It must have taken
me all of two seconds to figure out what it was.  It was Corey's tongue and
what he was doing with it was producing lots of action in the part he was
working on.  Well actually, it was producing actions all through my body.
I could feel my hips straining to push a certain part of my body forward.
"Hold it a second," I hissed.  He stopped and waited.  I squirmed around
until I found what I was looking for.  Running my tongue around it I
detected an excellent flavor.  There was a little precum on the tip and a
little taste residue from earlier.  As soon as I managed to lick all the
flavor off that I could, I took it in my mouth and started sucking.
        After I'd done that for a while, he started back up.  I could feel
his tongue working, exploring my manhood.
        As I was enjoying the sensations his tongue was producing, I
started wondering about tongues.  A cat's tongue was very rough.  A dog's
tongue was much smoother.  His tongue was just right.  At least I thought
it was.  I mean I'd held puppies and their tongues were so soft when they
licked your face and cat's tongues were so scratchy when they did the same.
His tongue was a little rougher than a dog's when he licked my face and,
when he applied it to my cock like he was now doing, it just seemed
perfect.  I couldn't imagine how a cat's tongue would feel if it were doing
that.  I'd probably hate it.  In fact, it might even be painful.  By the
same token, a dog's tongue was so soft that it probably wouldn't produce
enough stimulation.  The human tongue seemed just right, at least Corey's
did.
        I could feel that I was starting to approach the point of no
return.  All those idle thoughts had taken me away from thinking about what
was going on.  I immediately started working harder at my task.  Lots more
suction and tongue action seemed to produce the proper results.  We were
both at a state of heightened arousal.  When he swallowed me I knew he was
ready.  I attacked with all my might.  It wasn't long before I could feel
him jerk and thrust.  I was doing the same.  As all those wonderful
sensations exploded through me I thought I was in heaven.  It just couldn't
get any better than this.
        It was soon over and I was left with an exquisite cock in my mouth.
I just relaxed and savored it.  Soon it was soft.  It no longer felt like
the hard and eager piece of flesh it had been just minutes before.  I was
now in that state of contentment that one wishes would never end.
        It took a while to figure out why I had a foot in my face.  I mean
it was a nice foot but normally that wasn't what greeted me in the morning.
When my mind finally processed what had happened last night, I kissed that
foot.  In fact I gave it several kisses and it started to twitch and jerk.
I could hear some sleepy giggles come from under the covers.  Soon a
sleepy, grinning Corey emerged.  The way I felt, it ought to be a good day.
It had sure been a good night.
        A leisurely shower and it was time for breakfast.  I'd started the
batter for waffles so we'd have them.  Looking in the fridge, I decided on
sausage patties to accompany the waffles.  Corey started squeezing the
oranges and once again reminded me I needed to get another crate of them.
It never ceased to amaze me how much orange juice we went through.  While
there were some pretty good brands of juice on the market, fresh squeezed
was still better.  People started showing up and it was time to start
cooking.  I separated the eggs so I could beat the whites.  My great
grandmother's recipe for yeast waffles was a pain to make, but produced the
best one's I'd ever eaten.  It wasn't long before I was busily trying to
fill four hungry teens along with the rest of us.  The drawback to waffles
was getting them cooked.  I really hated letting them sit.  They lost some
of the crispness and just generally weren't as good so we just had to eat
in shifts.  The drawback to that was that while each of the boys waited for
his next waffle, those he'd already eaten had a chance to settle.  While I
couldn't prove it, I was sure it took more waffles than it would have if
they didn't have to wait.  Oh well, I'd made lots of batter.  It just took
a little longer to fill them up.
        Once breakfast was done we started on the usual housework that had
accumulated during the week.  There were kids running all over, carrying
laundry down to be washed and mopping the kitchen floor and things like
that.  Dianne and her brood went to the estate sale to see if she could
make a deal that would help them with furnishing the house.  Corey was
working away at the things that needed doing but I was getting a lot of
whining from JJ and LT.  Finally I took them aside and started in.
        "Look guys, there's lots of things I don't like to do.  However,
you don't hear me whining about it.  Now if you really hate helping I
suppose we can call Judy and see if she can come up with somewhere else for
you to live.  Is that what you want?"  I didn't get as answer so tried
again.  "Come-on guys, help me here.  I mean do you really hate helping
that bad?  Like I said, we can call Judy.  Should I do that?  It's your
choice.  The only thing is, if you're going to live here, you have to help.
By that I mean you have to pitch in and help.  You've spent more time
bitching this morning than you have on your chores.  That isn't going to
work around here."  I walked over and picked up the phone.  "Come-on, make
up your minds.  No hard feelings either way."
        "You just don't want us here," JJ muttered.
        "Did I say that?  What did I say that would lead you to believe
that?"
        "You didn't say it, I just know it."
        I motioned to him to come over to where I was sitting.  "Come here
JJ.  Come here and tell me why you think that."
        He shuffled over and just stood there.  I finally got him to sit
down next to me and I put my arm around his shoulder.
        "Please JJ, tell me why you think I don't want you."
        "Well, you spend all your time with Corey.  You ask him what he
wants for dinner and things like that.  You took him out to a party."
        "Well, I took you along and it was his birthday.  I'll have a party
for you on your birthday.  You can decide what you want for a party.  As
for dinner, I asked you guys last night when we were at Downie's.  You and
LT didn't say anything.  Corey finally suggested fried chicken and you
agreed.  If you want something you have to tell me.  If you're not willing
to do that, this isn't going to work.  I mean you have to give me a chance.
Sometimes I ask Corey what he'd like but since you've been here I ask all
of you.  So far you haven't suggested anything.  If you're not willing to
tell anyone what you'd like, don't complain when it isn't something you
wanted."
        "You mean we can have what we want?"
        "I didn't say that.  What I said is you have to let me know what
you want.  Then, if it doesn't present any problems, I'll probably fix it.
I suppose a better way to explain it is that sometimes we might not have
time for something you want.  I'll try to fix what you like but remember
that we all have things we like.  Sometimes either Corey or LT might want
something else.  I'll try to rotate around.  One night something you like,
another night something LT likes.  Sometimes it might even be what I like.
However, if you don't tell me what you want, I have no way of knowing.
Give me a chance.  Tell me what you want."
        "Could we have some macaroni and cheese?"
        "Sure," I said while chuckling.  "What would you like with it?"
        JJ got a surprise look.  "What do you mean?"
        "The macaroni and cheese is no problem.  Would you like a roast, or
steaks, or maybe something else with it?"
        "Well, I guess a salad."  With that he just sat there.  It took me
a few seconds to realize his mother probably didn't do much cooking.
        "When your mother fixed macaroni and cheese what else did she
normally serve with it?"
        "Like we normally had bread and butter and maybe a salad."
        "What did she put in the macaroni and cheese?  Did it have ham or
something like that?"
        He shook his head no.  I was right.  He wasn't used to the type of
meals I normally fixed.  Most nights they weren't really that fancy.  Just
a little more balanced.
        "Tell me JJ, do you like the meals here or would you rather have
something else?"
        "Oh man, they're awesome.  They're better than our Sunday dinners."
        "Tell you what, you guys tell me what you like and dislike and we
can work those dishes in with our normal meals.  For instance, we could
have the macaroni and cheese and, oh lets see, like steak and a salad and
maybe some carrots.  Do you like carrots?"  I went on without giving them a
chance to answer.  "Or we could have green beans, or beets, or maybe
asparagus with a hollandaise sauce.  There are lots of things we could
have.  You just have to tell me.  Sometimes you might not like everything
in a given meal but I'll try to have at least several things you like.
Would that help?"  I got some nods of acceptance.  "Is there anything else
that's bothering you?
        After a pause JJ continued.  "I don't like to go to church."
        I took a little while to try to think of a good way to answer that.
        "Tell you what.  Would you please go for a couple of months and
then we'll talk about it again.  You see, I think church is important.  Not
because I care if you believe in God.  You'll have to decide that for
yourself.  I just think it's a good place to learn about being a good
person.  You listen to Fr. George.  He always has something to say that we
can learn from.  Sure, lots of times it has something to do with religion
but the lessons are there without it.  Most of the time he teaches lessons
on how to be a good person.  Sure, you probably already know those lessons
but listen to him.  He puts it in a way that makes it easy to understand.
He makes it easier to see how to apply it to real life.  If, after a couple
of months, you still don't want to go, I won't force you.  Just give it a
chance."
        We talked some more and I learned JJ didn't like cauliflower and
broccoli.  LT said he hated parsnips and squash.  I did a little checking
and found out that he didn't like squash no matter how it was fixed. While
I liked a good baked squash, I could fix him something else.  I kept
reinforcing the notion that there were four of us and we'd all have to
compromise on some things.  No one of us should expect to have only things
he liked but, by the same token, he should have some things he liked.
Also, they had to remember that they needed to tell me what they liked and
disliked.  Otherwise I didn't know and wouldn't be able to fix things they
liked.  We also talked about chores with me pointing out that if, there was
something one of them really hated, he could see if he could trade with one
of the others most of the time.  I did explain that I wanted them to learn
how to do everything around the house because someday they might need to
know how to do it.  I also pointed out that they had a lot better chance of
getting things changed by discussing it and not whining.  All whining did
was cause people to become stubborn about their position.  All in all, I
thought it was a pretty good talk.  Hopefully it would help ease some of
their fears and let them know I was willing to listen to their complaints.
I did find out that they weren't willing to have me call Judy.  By now it
was almost time to leave for the game.  Corey had gotten quite a bit of the
laundry done and I guess we could do some more tonight, and tomorrow if
necessary.  That was one of the nice things about chores, they didn't get
away.  They just stuck around waiting for you.  Like a friend of mine told
me, he wasn't afraid of chores, he could lie right down and go to sleep
next to them.
        The locker room was the usual madhouse.  The kids were hyper and by
the time we made it onto the field I was about ready to wring their necks.
Well, just partially.  I needed a truck load of Prozac, half for me and
half for the team.  The weather was good and the team should be able to
play its normal game.  I wasn't sure that would be enough but it was all we
could do.
        I was right in my assessment.  They matched up almost perfectly
with us.  Of course we did the same with them.  Both teams were built on
speed and not brawn.  Most of the first quarter was scoreless.  They
finally broke a long run for a touchdown.  From our standpoint, the only
good thing was that they missed the point after.  The score was six to
nothing.
        We got close early in the second quarter before we fumbled on their
eight yard line.  They then put together one of the best drives I'd seen
all year.  It ended with them punching it over from the two yard line.
When they converted the point after, it was thirteen-zip.  Things weren't
looking too good.
        Just before half time we put together a good drive.  Brad hit a
couple of passes and Jimmy made some good runs and we managed to put it in
the end zone.  When Mike hit the PAT it was thirteen to seven.  The half
ended with that score.
        During the intermission I pointed out that we hadn't played that
badly.  A few penalties, a couple of turnovers, and some busted plays had
been our worst enemies.  If we could stop that we still had a good chance.
        We kicked off and they put together another good drive and when
they missed the point after it was nineteen to seven.  It took them five
minutes to do that and that left us nineteen minutes to do something.
        Well, we sure didn't do it in the remainder of the third quarter.
We were lucky to make it to the forth quarter only down by twelve points.
Then we got lucky.  They fumbled on their own thirty-six yard line.  We'd
just punted to them and we got the ball right back.  We made a first down
on the seventeen yard line.  Three plays later we'd made it to the nine.  A
field goal probably wouldn't help and since we were on the right hash mark
I didn't even think of it.  We went for a first down and they went to what
looked almost like an eleven man line.  I mean the line backers and
safeties were so close to the line it was hard to tell which was which.
Brad called an audible and went to a sweep.  Our tight end made a great
block and when Brad pitched it to Jimmy, he could have walked in.  The only
bad thing was a missed point after.  Nineteen to thirteen.  Even though we
weren't moving the ball that well, we were still in the game.  There was
eight and a half minutes left for us to prove we deserved to play for the
championship.
        I have to hand it to the defense.  They bent but they didn't break.
We got the ball back with just under four minutes to go.  They'd managed to
make several first downs and eat a bunch of the clock.  We only had to move
the ball seventy-eight yards.  By now I'd worn a trench where I was pacing
back and forth on the sideline.
        Three plays later it was forth and four.  I knew we'd never get the
ball back if we kicked so we went for it.  After a measurement, during
which I about passed out, it was first and ten on the thirty-two.  Now it
was only sixty-eight yards to go.
        The clock kept ticking and we kept moving the ball.  It was now a
contest to see if we could move it fast enough to score before time ran
out.  Of course that assumed we could score.  I wasn't sure of that.
        There was seventy-eight seconds left and we'd made it across
midfield.  Then Brad faked to Jimmy and bootlegged it right.  They
clobbered Jimmy and Brad streaked down the sideline until he was ridden out
of bounds on the fourteen yard line.  Two plays later we were facing third
and five from the nine, the result of an incomplete pass and a sweep left.
Brad called time.  There was fifty-six seconds left.  I drew up a play that
looked like the bootleg we'd recently run.  The difference was that Jimmy
would try to get into the end zone and catch the pass.  The pass rush had
been so fierce all afternoon that I kept the rest of the receivers in to
block.  It was a gamble but we were about out of time and downs.  They had
managed to pretty well stop most of our passing game and we'd done the same
to them.  The pass rush on both sides had almost eliminated the passing
game in the second half.  The one we'd tried on first down had been a throw
away.  The rush had almost got Brad and he just managed to get it away with
no chance of a completion.  Brad went to the huddle and called the play.
The team lined up.  It was the same formation we'd been using most of the
second half and we hadn't tried a pass from it yet.  It was strictly a
running formation.
        Well this time it wasn't.  They let Jimmy slip through when Brad
purposely made a poor fake.  The receivers I'd kept in to block did so and
Brad had enough time to set up and throw.  Jimmy juggled the ball as he
crossed the line and wrapped it up in the end zone.  The score was tied
with twenty-eight seconds to go.
        I was so nervous I about peed my pants.  It was now on Mike's foot.
He'd finally started hitting most of the extra point attempts but I knew he
still could miss.  He'd already missed one today.
        I was afraid to watch but couldn't help myself.  My heart was in my
throat and when the ball sailed towards the right goal post, I almost
blacked out.  It hit the right post and glanced through.  We led for the
first time all game.  The score was twenty to nineteen.  There were now
twenty-four seconds to go.  I wasn't sure I'd last through them.
        We kicked off and I had to last through two desperation hail
Mary's.  On the first one our team almost sacked the quarterback but he got
it away.  There wasn't anyone within ten yards of the ball and it fell
incomplete.  On the second one, the quarterback ran all over the backfield
and finally launched a long pass towards his wide receiver.  We had two
players covering him and the ball hit Cody Lewis, our safety, in the hands
and he intercepted it.  Time expired by the time he was tackled.  We'd won!
        In the madhouse that ensued, some of the parents were so hoarse
from cheering that you could hardly hear them.  Our fans had been really
behind us, never giving up hope.  That their voices were shot was no
surprise.  The fact that no one had a heart attack was.  I swear that I
almost had one.  That was about as close a call as my system could stand.
There was only one more game to go and it was for all the marbles.  Win it
and we were the champions.  I was shaking all over from excitement.  I
tried to chase some of the parents out of the locker room so the guys could
shower and I found my voice was no better than most of the parents.  I'd
been busy shouting directions from the sideline and now I could hardly
talk.  I don't know why I bothered doing that because they couldn't hear me
over the crowd but I just couldn't stop myself.  At least it had helped
burn off some of my nervous energy.  Now I wished I had saved some of that
energy.  I was exhausted.
        The mess was worse at McDonalds.  I have no idea how many showed up
to help celebrate.  It was a quarter to five when we left the locker room
and we got our burgers at a few minutes after seven.  You couldn't park
within ten blocks and the line stretched for at least half a block.  We
were among the last to get there and they'd blocked the parking lot off so
there were no cars in it.  Instead, it was a mass of people.  As I looked
the crowd over, I wondered how many of them would make the trip to
Sacramento for the championship game.  I'd never seen a crowd like this
before and it was only a small part of those who had been at the game.  The
place could only be described as total chaos.
        It was after nine when we made it home.  Everybody just collapsed.
Even the boys were beat, at least I think they must have been.  They didn't
even get the snacks out for almost forty-five minutes and for them to go
that long without food, when it was available, was almost a record.  For
the most part we just sat there, grinning at each other.  Even JJ and LT,
who weren't part of the team, had worn themselves out.  Jimmy at least had
an excuse for being tired.  He was a player.  The rest of us had just worn
ourselves out from cheering and sheer nervousness.
        The snacks didn't take much of a hit.  As soon as people's nerves
started to calm down, off to bed they went.  Crashed would be a good choice
of words to describe it.  Dianne was picking up the remains of the snacks
when I headed for bed.  I'd finally unwound enough to go to bed.  I don't
remember anything after my head hit the pillow.  It had been a great day
for the team and I hoped a good day for the boys.  Hopefully our talk would
help JJ and LT start to feel comfortable about living here.  There'd be
more such talks but at least we'd made a start.

        To be continued...

        For those of you who might like to try the yeast waffles I include
the following recipe.

        1	package of dry yeast
        1/4 cup warm water
        1tsp	salt
        4tbs	melted shortening or butter
        1-3/4	cups warm milk
        2 cups  flour
        2	eggs

        Combine yeast, salt, and warm water.  Allow yeast to proof.  Add
warm milk, and flour.  Cover with a cloth and let sit overnight on a
counter or at least three hours.  (Do not put in refrigerator.  Yeast will
not work at low temperatures.)  When ready to finish, separate the eggs and
beat yolks and melted shortening into batter.  Beat whites until stiff and
fold into batter.  Cook.  The recipe can be scaled up for more waffles.
The waiting time can be cut down by using rapid rise yeast.  For what it's
worth.  My copy of the recipe calls for one cake of yeast.  I have no idea
of when the last time you could buy yeast in cake form was.  I don't
remember seeing any since in the late fifties.  I like them either topped
with maple syrup or strawberries and whipping cream.  Note, I didn't say
whipped cream.  Fritz