Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2022 12:05:58 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 30 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter Thirty Gray and Blue were exercising several of the kennel dogs in the front yard when they noticed someone walking down the road to the farm. The dogs noticed too, of course, and ran up, stopping just short of the visitor, where they began barking at him. The visitor wisely stopped as well, waiting for Gray and Blue to run up and call the dogs off. It was a chaotic few moments before they were able to restore order, and that was when Blue recognized the visitor. "Dallas?" Dallas nodded. "Hey, Drew." "What are doing here, dude?" "I'm in a bad spot, bro. Hoping you can maybe help me out?" Blue looked over at Gray and explained, "This is Dallas. From Amarillo." Gray's eyes widened in surprise. "Dallas, your neighbor? Who worked with you at your dad's store? Who--" "Yeah, that Dallas," Blue said, interrupting quickly. A slight blush was beginning to creep up Blue's neck to his cheeks. Gray grinned. He didn't want to embarrass his young lover or their visitor. "Nice to finally meet you, Dallas. I'm Grayson Langston, but my friends call me Gray." Dallas studied the man before him. He wasn't all that good looking. He wasn't muscular. What did Andrew see in the guy? Mr. Wright had to be right. Langston must have somehow twisted Andrew's thinking around to make the kid want to have sex. Well, Dallas decided he would stay here as long as necessary to get the evidence they needed to put this guy in jail. Until then, he'd play along. Dallas reached out and shook Gray's hand. "Good to meet you, too, Mr. Langston." "Hey, no need to be so formal. Call me Gray, please." "Okay, Gray. Ummmm, I guess you're the one I need to talk to. You see, I kinda got kicked out of my house." "What? Why?" Blue exclaimed. Dallas rolled his eyes and sighed. "This is so embarrassing. Well, you see, my parents caught me having sex in the hot tub ... with another guy." Blue gasped, then start laughing. "Oh, wow, Dallas. I knew that big ol' cock of yours was gonna get you in trouble one day! Who was it?" Gray poked Blue in the arm. "It's none of our business, champ." "That's okay," Dallas replied. "It's no one you know, Drew. And you're right, my cock bought me a load of trouble and now I'm stuck. Mom and Dad were furious. Kicked me out. Mr. Wright fired me. I didn't have anywhere to go, and then I remembered you telling me about this farm up here in Oklahoma where you lived for a while. I looked up your website and made my way here by hitchhiking. I know it's a long shot and all, but I was hoping maybe your friend could put me up for a bit. Maybe give me a job. Just until I can get back on my feet, you know." Gray studied the tall, red-headed boy carefully. His story didn't quite make sense to him, but he couldn't say why exactly. Dayna might be a big help in sorting out this mystery. She probably knew the boy's parents, since she was once their neighbor. Too bad she was away for the week receiving nursing training. She'd be back in a few days, and he would definitely pick her brain about it then. In the meantime ... "Blue, let's put these rascals back in their kennels. Then you can show Dallas around while I whip up some lunch." *** After showing Dallas around the farm and kennels, Blue took him down to the dock on the lake, stopping at the end and staring out across the still waters. Ducks paddled slowly near the shore. Blue pointed out a cottage near where the ducks were swimming. "My mom lives over there." "Oh, yeah? Haven't seen her in a long time. How's she doing?" "Good. Really good. The hospital where she works sent her off to get some extra trainin' for her nurse's certification. I'm real proud of her." "Oh? So she's not home?" "Nah. She'll be back in a few days. We'll go by and see her then." "Cool, cool." Blue sat down at the end of the dock, motioning for Dallas to sit next to him. "It's powerful peaceful out here," Blue whispered. "This here is where I come to sit and think sometimes. Just to sort stuff out in my head, you know. I sure do love it out here." "I can see why." "Maybe you can spend some time out here, thinkin' about your family and gettin' stuff sorted out in your own head." "Ummm, yeah. I'll give it a try." But Dallas wasn't sure that would help much. This whole crazy scheme of Mr. Wright's was starting to make his head spin, and now that Andrew and Gray were being so chill and everything, Dallas was beginning to feel the pangs of a guilty conscience. Especially about things that had happened a year ago. "Uhhh ... Drew, there's something I want to say." Blue had a pretty good idea what that might be, but he waited patiently for the older teen to spit it out. "Drew, back in Amarillo." He paused and swallowed hard. "I'm sorry for all that shit. I regret treating you the way I did. I mean, I regret pushing you away after ... after what happened in the delivery van. I don't regret what we did in the delivery van. That was fucking incredible. But afterward, I was an asshole to you, and I'm very sorry." Blue snorted. "Dallas, dude. That was the weirdest fuckin' apology I think I've ever heard." Dallas snickered. "You might be right about that." "But I'll still accept it." "Thanks, Drew. I am sorry. Really I am. You're such a cool and sexy guy, and I wish I could have--I don't know--been your boyfriend, or something." "Dallas, come on. Don't go there." "Sorry, Drew. Can't help how I feel. That's one of the reasons I followed you here, but I couldn't say it in front of your friend Gray. I guess I still hope we can get past my fucking up and maybe--I don't know--get together, you and me." Blue shook his head. "Sorry, dude. That ain't in the cards. But we can still be friends, if you want." Dallas glanced sideways at Blue. Just friends? And why can't we be more than friends, Dallas asked himself? It was beginning to look like Mr. Wright was correct about what was going on here at Langston Farm. Blue got to his feet. "Come on, dude. Let's go meet the dogs." *** "You remember King, my Rottie." "Yeah. Hey there, King. He's as huge as ever!" King sat, watching Dallas and Blue. He blinked, but didn't move otherwise. Blue walked over and knelt down to hug King around the neck. "What's the matter, big guy?" King looked around Blue at Dallas and blinked again. Blue ruffled the Rottweiler's fur and stood back up. King was acting pretty nervous for some reason. A black and white tornado flew into the room, leaping up to lick Blue's hands and then noticing Dallas, rushed over to do the same. In his haste, Crash lost his footing and collided hard with Dallas' shins. Laughing, Dallas reached down and began playing with the rambunctious dog. "That's Crash. He's a wild one." Dallas laughed. "You named him well! Is he a Pitbull?" "Yep. He's three years old now, but he still thinks he's a puppy." "I like him." "You'll like the others too." "There're more?" "Yep." As Blue spoke, three more dogs ran into the room to see what all the commotion was about. Blue pointed at each one in turn. "Amber. Junior. And Caleb." Amber was beautiful, in Dallas' opinion. Her face showed her Mastiff heritage, square jawed, powerful, but her eyes were serene. Junior was a round little dude with a gorgeous silver and white coat. Caleb ... well, Caleb made Dallas jumpy. The rust-colored Pitbull had pointed ears, massive jaws, and bright golden eyes that stared into his own, refusing to blink. Caleb sat down when Blue ordered all the dogs to sit and behave, but Caleb's eyes never left Dallas. Now I see why Pitbulls make people nervous, Dallas thought. "Let's go upstairs. I'll show you your room." "Okay. Uhhhh, is it safe to turn my back on them?" Blue laughed. "Of course, it is, dude. Come on." At the top of the stairs, Blue turned right and walked down a short hallway, opening a door. "There're two bedrooms on this floor with a bathroom between them. You can crash in here. Bathroom's through that door. You don't have to share with anyone, `cause there ain't anyone in the other bedroom." "Where's your room?" "I'm just up the stairs on the top floor." Blue looked around the room. "Make yourself at home, dude. I'll go check with Gray. See if lunch is ready yet." After Blue closed the door behind him, Dallas walked over to the bed and dropped his backpack on it. Unzipping a pocket on the side, he pulled out his cell phone. Walking over to the window, he looked out at the barn and lake. Nice view, he said to himself as he punched a number. Three rings, then he heard, "Hello." "I'm here." "Everything good so far?" "Yeah. I have good news. Your wife won't be a problem for us." "Why not?" "She's away at some kind of nurse's school." "For how long?" "Don't know. A few days." "You're right. That is good news. It gives you more breathing room, but there's no need to mess around. Stick to the plan. I want to be out of here by the weekend." The call disconnected. Dallas stared at the phone for a minute. Back by the weekend, huh? That would be good. Just in time to make Confession. For some reason, he felt the need for it. *** Lunch wasn't half bad. Pork chops, mashed potatoes with brown gravy, and corn on the cob. Dallas gave Gray a playful salute. "Good grub, Mr. Langston ... uh, I mean, Gray." "Thanks, Dallas. Nice to be appreciated." Gray grinned and glanced at Blue. "Hey, I appreciate you," Blue objected. "I tell you all the time." "Oh? What do you appreciate?" "I appreciate that you don't care if I snore. I appreciate that you don't mind if I fart. I appreciate--" Gray laughed and poked Blue in the ribs. "Goofball." They all laughed, and Blue smirked, "Yeah. But ya' love me anyway." Gray just smiled and looked over at Dallas, asking, "Desert? We have cheesecake or apple pie." "Really? I love cheesecake!" "One big slice of cheesecake coming right up." Dallas bit off the last corn and placed the now empty cob back on the plate before pushing it away. He studied Blue out of the corner of one eye. What was that all about? You love me anyway? "What do want, Blue?" Gray asked. "Apple pie, my dude! With ice cream, of course!" "Of course." Gray brought both deserts to the table and then asked, "What are you planning for this afternoon?" "I thought I'd take Dallas around the lake. Show him some of the wilder areas of the farm." "Sounds good." "You wanna join us?" "I have some paperwork to catch up on, so I'll pass. You taking the dogs?" Blue chuckled. "You think they'd let us go without `em?" "Probably not," Gray admitted. "You guys have fun. My computer is calling!" *** Blue threw a rock sideways onto the surface of the lake, skipping it five times before it sank. King barked and started to chase the rock, but then thought better of it and jumped back, waiting for Blue to pick up another stone. Crash danced around Dallas, jumping on him and nipping at his hands. Caleb sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye on Dallas and the young Pitbull. Amber and Junior slept in the shade of a tree, oblivious to the hubbub around them. "It's nice out here," Dallas said, dodging away from Crash. "Almost makes me want to stay." Blue frowned, confused. "I thought that was the plan?" He picked up another stone and skipped it out over the lake. "Well, sure. As long as I'm welcome. Don't want to make a pest of myself." "Don't think you need to worry about that, dude. Gray's one of the good guys. He won't kick ya' out." "I'll have to take your word on it, Drew." "Oh, you can take that to the bank and cash it. Gray's been good to me, damned good, even when I was a dumb-shit." "That's good to hear." Dallas knelt down and started scratching Crash's back. The young dog flopped onto his back and looked up eagerly at the boy. Blue laughed. "He wants you to rub his tummy. That's his favorite thing, I think." "Well, one tummy rub coming right up." Dallas started stroking the pup's belly as he thought about how to change the subject. Shrugging, he decided to just jump right into it. "Drew, can I ask you a question?" "Sure. I may not answer it, but you can ask?" Dallas grinned, then asked, "Have you forgiven me for the way I treated you last year?" Blue picked up another rock and said, "Let me explain it to ya' this way." He threw the stone as hard as he could out into the lake. "You think you could find that there rock?" "Huh? Ummm, no, I doubt it." "I doubt it, too. There was a time when I was feelin' sorry for myself `cause of the shit I pulled on Gray. I told him he'd probably never be able to forgive me. He brought me out here and did the same thing. Picked up a stone. Threw it as hard as he could out into the lake. Asked me if I could go find it." "Okay. What does that have to do with anything?" "Gray told me forgiveness means taking any resentment you feel and throwing it as far away as you can, so far you'll never be able to pick it up again. Sort of like what God does for us, when He forgives us. Ain't that what they teach us in church?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Well, that's how Gray and I handle things now. Somebody hurts us? We don't hold onto it. We throw it out there, deep into the lake, and let it go. Gray's done it for me. I've done it for my dad." Blue launched a rock out into the lake, then turned to face Dallas. "Yeah, dude, I forgive you." Dallas bit his lip. "Thanks, Drew. I really appreciate it." "No problem, dude. I can tell ya' right now, I've done a whole helluva lot more to be forgiven for. I'd be an ungrateful little piss-ant if I refused to forgive you, now wouldn't I?" Dallas chuckled. "You're right about that. Thanks again, bro." "You got it." "Drew?" "Yeah?" "Gray means a lot to you, doesn't he?" Blue picked up another stone and skipped it across the lake. Four bounces this time before it plopped into the water. "More than you can imagine, dude." *** That night, Blue gave Dallas a fist bump. "See ya' in the mornin'." "Yeah. Night, bro." "Night." Dallas went in his room and shut the door. Blue headed up the stairs, telling the dogs to stay out, then slipped into the bedroom he shared with Gray. Gray was in the bathroom, soaking in a tub full of wonderfully hot water and lavender-scented bubbles. Blue stopped at the door and stared lovingly at his man. "You got room in there for two?" Gray smiled without opening his eyes. "There's always room for a sexy fellow." "Oh, really? So any sexy dude can just walk in here and climb in the bath with ya'?" "Sure ... if he has beautiful blue eyes." "So he has to be sexy and have blue eyes?" Blue slipped off his shoes and socks. "Uh huh, and he has to have thick, wavy black hair." "Hmmm. Anything else?" Blue unbuttoned his shirt. "A thick, tasty eight-inch cock." "That narrows it down a tad." Blue unsnapped his jeans. "And he has to love Pitbulls." Blue chuckled. "You're mighty particular, my friend." "That I am. It's a wonder I can find anyone to share my bath." Blue dropped his shirt and pants onto the floor. Peeling off his briefs, he walked to the tub and stepped over the side, placing one foot inside. "Will I do?" Gray opened one eye and looked Blue up and down. "Hmmmm. Maybe. Do you like Pitties?" Blue smiled and stepped his other foot into the bath. "Love `em." Gray scooted up and waited for Blue to sink down into the water, facing him, their legs intertwined. He reached forward and twined his fingers with Blue's. "You'll do just fine." And they kissed. *** Old farmhouses aren't known for their soundproofing. Dallas lay in his bed, listening to the unmistakable noise of two people having a passionate session of lovemaking in the room just above his own. They moaned and squealed, then hushed each other, giggled and moaned some more. Dallas stared at the ceiling, imagining what must be going on up there while slowly stroking his own massive cock. He could picture them now. Well, he could picture Drew, at least. He knew what Drew was packing. He could still remember the boy's long, tapered cock and gorgeous bubble butt. Dallas spit on his hand and rubbed it all over the head of his own cock. He remembered the hot sex he and Drew had enjoyed in the back of the store's delivery van. He remembered the way the boy's ass squeezed down on his monstrous cock as he forced himself through the tight pucker and up into Drew's guts. He pictured the way the boy's ass stretched and tugged as he slid in and out. Dallas grabbed his balls with his other hand and squeezed them, pushing them down, wriggling them around. He groaned and worked his cock faster. He remembered the way Drew moaned for him as he pounded that round little ass for all it was worth, banging his belly against Drew's butt, slapping his heavy balls against Drew's thighs. Dallas' hand was a blur on his cock, sliding over the skin. He heard a drawn out moan from the room above. It was the same sound he remembered Drew making in the back of that van when Dallas' long dick struck Drew's love button over and over. Oh, Drew, take it, bro! Take it hard, you sexy little fuck! Oh, shit! FUCK! Dallas arched his back and gripped down on his cock, hard. Hot globs of cum shot out, striking his chin and coating his chest and stomach. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His cheeks were blushed, his chest bright red underneath creamy splatters of juice. "Drew, I want you so bad," he whispered. "Gray can't make you as happy as I can." *** Gray came out of the library holding his cell phone. "Blue, I just got a call from the county shelter. They have five abandoned dogs coming in this morning, and they want us to take as many as possible." "Shit, Gray! Five dogs?" "That's what they said. They're all in bad shape. Some might not make it, so they need me to come down right away." "Yeah, go on, my dude. We got this." "Thanks, champ. I need you and Dallas to head down to the barn this morning. Check over the empty kennels. Make sure they're ready. But leave the kennel next to Mamma Mia and Fernando empty. She's still getting used to the place." "Yep. Sure thing. Come on, Dallas." Dallas followed Blue down to the barn. "What's going on, bro?" "County shelter might have some new dogs for us to take in. They call us on the really bad cases, like abused or abandoned dogs. They know the dogs stand the best chance of survival with us." Blue opened the barn door and led the way inside. There were eight empty kennels. "We gotta get five of these kennels ready. I don't know if they'll send all of `em to us, but we oughta plan for that, I reckon." "Okay. So what do I do?" "You see how each kennel has an outside run connected to a little covered house. The house is where the dogs sleep. Make sure it's clean inside, and put a bed, water bowl, and food bowl in each one. I'll spray down the runs. Then I'll hit everything with flea and tick spray. Lotta abandoned dogs come in covered with ticks and shit." The two young men got to work right away, with Blue shouting instructions to Dallas from time to time. In less than an hour, they had five new kennels ready to take in new guests. Blue held up his fist, tapping it against Dallas'. "Good job, dude! Thanks for the help." Dallas smiled shyly at Blue. "No problem, bro. I enjoyed working with you again." Blue glanced at Dallas, then grinned back. "Yeah. I guess we always made a good team." "That we did. Except I'm used to calling the shots and you following my lead." "Hey. Times change. Now, I'm DA BOSS!" Dallas laughed and threw his arm across Blue's shoulders, pulling the boy into a sideways hug. "You're my kind of boss." Then Dallas leaned over and kissed Blue on the side of his neck, gently. Blue pulled away, surprised and a little annoyed. He and Dallas weren't that close anymore, and besides, he and Gray were devoted to each other. Dallas looked down, embarrassed. "I probably shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry, Drew." Drew pulled away slightly before turning to face Dallas. "It's okay. Don't worry about it." Dallas stared at his own feet. "It's just that ... I got to be honest with you, Drew. I miss being WITH you, you know, like we were in Amarillo before everything went to hell." Blue reached out and gripped Dallas' arm. "It's okay, dude. I understand. It's just that we ain't those kinds of friends anymore, you know?" Dallas looked back up at Blue. "I know, Drew, but that doesn't change how my heart feels. It keeps telling me to try again, `cause I really think we COULD have that kind of friendship again." Blue shook his head. "Sorry, Dallas. I get it, dude. I really do. And if things were different, I might be willing to try starting all over with you. But that ain't possible anymore." "Because you found someone else?" Blue nodded. "Sorry, Dallas." Dallas sighed. "The story of my life. Everyone finds someone to make them happy except Dallas Anderson. Fuck my life." Dallas turned and trudged out of the barn, broken-hearted and miserable. Blue shouted, "Dallas! Wait. Dude!" But Dallas ignored him and kept plodding along. *** "Hello." "Hi, Gray! What's it lookin' like?" "Good so far, Blue. I'm waiting for the vet to finish checking all the dogs. Three are in serious condition, completely emaciated. I think they'll live, but they're going to need a lot of TLC." "Are they comin' here?" "Yes, all three. The other two are in better shape. The county shelter is planning to keep them a couple of weeks and try to adopt them out. I offered to take them also if they don't find homes." "What breeds are they?" "Hard to tell. Mixed breeds. Mongrels. Could be some type of shepherd with some retriever or Labrador blood in there." "When will you be back?" "An hour. Maybe two. Are the kennels ready?" "Yeah. Dallas helped me ... but ... ummm, Gray. We got a problem." "Uh oh. What's that?" "Dallas sorta kissed me, just on the neck, but he admitted he wants to be friends with me again." "But not the buddy-buddy kind of friend, I'm guessing?" "Nah, he's wantin' to start over again. With me. He's kinda miserable, wishin' he had someone in his life. I told him I can't be that person `cause I'm with someone already." "Is that going to be a problem? I mean, do you trust him? It would be a mess if he told people you and I are together." "Well, I think we can trust him, but I didn't exactly say that you and I are together. I just told him I was with someone, but I didn't say who." "You don't think he'll be able to figure it out?" "I imagine he will. It ain't exactly a secret how we feel about each other." "That's true. I don't know, Blue. I'm not feeling too comfortable with this. We don't know Dallas all that well, you know?" "Yeah. I know him a little better than you, and I think he'll be someone we can trust eventually. It's just that right now, he's one hurtin' little puppy. Just wish there was somethin' we could do for him." "We'll think of something. In the meantime, let's try to keep him busy. Keep his mind occupied, okay?" "Sure thing, Gray." "See you in an hour or so." "Yeah. We'll be ready. Oh, I see Dallas comin' back now. I'm gonna check on him. See how he's doin'." "Okay, Blue. See you soon. Love you, champ." "Love you, my dude." *** Gray pulled his pickup straight out to the barn where Blue and Dallas came running to help him unload, their earlier squabble apparently resolved. The transport crates in the bed of the truck held the latest pitiful examples of how horrible humans can be to their best friends. The dogs were hunched over, heads drooping, eyes dull and hopeless, spine and ribs pressing through paper-thin skin, coats patchy and matted. When Dallas saw the animals, he froze, his heart pounding. His mind couldn't wrap around what his eyes were seeing. These dogs were alive, but death seemed to be reaching out for them, trying to claim them at any moment. How could anyone stop the inevitable? Blue noticed and grabbed Dallas by the forearm. "Come on, dude. They need us." "I know they look bad," Gray said, understanding the young man's hesitancy. "But I wouldn't have brought them here if I didn't believe we could help them." "We've had `em worse-off," Blue added, "and they made it. Grab the other side of this crate and help me carry this one inside the barn." Dallas shook his head to clear it and stepped up, taking the handles on the side of the transport crate and lifting. With Blue on the other side, they carried the crate inside the barn and set it down beside what would become the dog's new home. Gray jumped up into the bed of the pickup and slid the next transport crate out onto the tail gate, readying it for the teens' return. Working together, the three soon had all the dogs unloaded and moved into their respective places inside the barn. They spent the rest of the afternoon with the new dogs, cleaning them, medicating them, loving them, feeding them several small meals, and leaving them with a bowl of water and a gentle pat good night. Around the supper table that night, conversation was muted but hopeful. Blue and Gray kept reassuring Dallas that the new dogs would be fine, that they would gain weight quickly and be happy, playful animals in no time. Dallas listened to their comforting words, but his heart was still heavy. He excused himself without eating desert and walked out the front door, with Crash on his heels. Walking down toward the lake, hands in his pockets, he searched his soul for an answer to his current dilemma. All afternoon, he'd held back tears as he worked with one of the abused dogs, a quiet little female with coal black eyes who sat patiently, staring him in the eye, allowing him to untangle her severely matted black-and-brown coat. He'd listened to Blue and Gray calming talking to one another and the other two dogs. He'd witnessed the love they had for each other and for these animals and the way they gave themselves unselfishly to the task. And now, tonight, Dallas was beginning to question everything he knew. Arriving at the lake shore, Dallas sat down and allowed Crash to climb into his lap. He scratched the young dog's neck and thought about how everything here on the farm seemed to come together with love. The dogs loved the humans. This pup in his lap had just met him, yet he adored Dallas and was devoted to him, making Dallas feel ten feet tall. All the animals trusted them, depended on them, and responded to them with gratitude. The humans loved the dogs and each other. They demonstrated their love with gentle words, soft touches, and affectionate glances. It wasn't at all what Dallas had expected. He'd been told that Gray was a monster. That Gray was a sexual predator, a pervert and a beast who was corrupting Drew and destroying the teen's life. But that wasn't the Gray that Dallas saw. Dallas saw a man who had opened his home to animals no one else wanted to understand. A man who fought for those dogs, who championed their cause, who stood up for them and refused to accept the venomous hatred others poured out on them. Also, Dallas saw a generous and hospitable man. A man who had welcomed a complete stranger into his home. A man who had offered Dallas a chance to be a part of something amazing. A man who not only showed Dallas friendly affection, but who also encouraged Drew to do the same. And then there was the love between Gray and Drew. There was nothing predatory or perverted about their love. It was tender, playful, and uplifting. It was filled with laughter. It challenged them to be better. Gray wasn't destroying Andrew. He was inspiring the young man to grow into a confident, loving, dependable adult. When Mr. Wright had first told Dallas about his plan to bring Drew home, Dallas had been so upset by what he thought Drew was going through that Dallas had been more than willing to help. After all, he would be benefiting Drew, saving him from a pedophile who was molesting him. But now ... Now he was beginning to think he'd been lied to, or at least misled. And he just wasn't at all sure he wanted any part of this. The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Thirty