Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 20:14:46 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 32 Disclaimer: Usual stuff. This is fiction. Didn't happen to my knowledge. Some of the parts I hope never does. This story is dedicated to several people: My friend Bob in Illinois who's constant love and support over the last few years has seen me through some very rough times. Thank you, Bob, for always being there. My friend Geoff in England who's love and concern saw me through some of the very rough patches I went through writing this. My friend Joshua, wherever you are. I promise, Joshua, that I will never forget. And last, but NEVER least - to all Gay and Bi-Sexual members of the United States Marine Corps who continue to serve with bravery and distinction despite the persecution that they risk. To me, they are the true Heros. MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - EPILOGUE Part 32 The Narrator of the story is now narrated by Troy Meadow's - Mike Collin's lover and Eric Meadow's son. By RimPig (c) 2002 "Mike, what time did you say the tables were supposed to be here?" I yelled to my lover out on the back deck. "They said they'd be here by two this afternoon!" Mike yelled back. I walked over to the french doors and out onto the deck. "Well, it's almost 2:30 and they're not here." I told him. I was starting to worry. "Don't worry, they'll be here. I've never had them fail me." Mike said, walking over and putting his arms around me. "I just want everything to be perfect!" I said leaning my head against his shoulder. He reached up and began stroking my hair and the back of my neck. I started moaning at the touch of his hand. We'd been together for almost eight years now and I still got horny every time I got near him! And, of course, it helped that with my face pressed into his shoulder, I could smell his scent as well. "Everything will be fine and your Dad and Randy will love it all. I promise." he said gently. I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his and we kissed deeply as my arms snaked around his body and grasped his butt-cheeks through his jeans. God! I loved his ass! I loved to feel it, to smell it, to eat it and to fuck it! But Mike pulled away from the kiss and grabbed my hands and pulled them off his butt. "If you start that, then nothing is going to get done. Not to mention that fact that I don't think you want to have your cock in my ass when the rental company truck shows up with the tables, now do you?" he laughed. "No." I groaned. Mike was right. This night was just too important! It was a combined celebration - the 5th anniversary of my Dad and Randy's marriage and Dad's passing his State Medical Board Examination making him a Nurse/Practitioner. There were a lot of people coming from the hospital to celebrate these two events - events that many of them were involved in. "In fact, I think I just heard a truck pull up outside." Mike whispered bringing me back to reality. "Oh! Good!" I said, breaking away and heading to the gate to let them into the back yard. It was the rental company truck and I directed the guys on where to set up the tables for the party that night. At the same time, I heard the front doorbell so I ran inside to answer it. Pulling open the door, I saw Shirley who used to work for my Dad but now she and my mom own their own events planning business. "I see the tables are here." Shirley said as she grabbed me and kissed me on the cheek. "Yeah! They just arrived. I'm showing them where to set up." I said, giving her a kiss back. "Well, the caterers are supposed to be here in an hour. I thought I go and make sure everything is ready for them in the kitchen." Shirley said. "Well, if they're not - blame Mike, not me! That was supposed to be his job!" I laughed. "Oh, dear. Then I'm glad I showed up early. Your lover is somewhat absent minded!" she laughed. "Oh, I thought that was only when I was around and he couldn't take his eyes of my beautiful body!" I laughed with her. "Well, that might do it, too. But not at the office!" she howled. "Hey! What's all this hilarity about?" Mike said, coming in the french doors. "There's work to be done. These guys need to know where the tables go." he said, looking at me. "Ok, let me get out there. You know where the kitchen is." I said to Shirley as I ran out on to the deck. I got the table straightened out and got the men to set up the folding chairs before they left. I then went back into the house to find Mike. He was in the kitchen with Shirley talking. "Five years! Where does the time fly?" Shirley was saying. "Yeah! I know. It's almost eight years for Troy and me. And yet it still feels like we're newly- weds." Mike said. "That's because we're still very much in love with each other." I said. They both looked at me and Mike grinned. I walked over and he put his arms around me. I nuzzled my face into his neck, gathering in his scent as I did. Almost eight years and the smell of him could still get my cock hardening in my jeans! "Yes, we are still very much in love." Mike murmured to me. "Well, that's the way it's supposed to be! Though for the life of me, I can't understand one thing." Shirley said. "What's that?" Mike asked. "With the penchant you males have for blowing relationships, how the four of you have managed to stay together!" she laughed. "Maybe we're not as bad at relationships as you think we are?" I said. "Well, evidently not! I mean, your Dad flies in to see you and he and Randy take one look at each other and it's just all over with. At least that's the story I heard." Shirley said. "That's about what happened. But I think there was more to it than that." I said. "I think Dad and Randy were really 'ready' for a relationship. It was something they had needed for quite a while. I think that helped." I said. "I think you're right in that, Troy. After all, I was certainly ready for one when you came along. I didn't know it, but I sure didn't fight it very hard, did I?" Mike said. "Oh, you had some hang-ups about our age. But you got over them." I said. "Yeah...well...you were jailbait in those days! I was afraid of ending up in a cell with a lover named Bubba!" Mike laughed. "Where's mom?" I asked Shirley. "She's at the printers picking up the place cards. She should be here any time soon." she said. "So how's business going?" I asked. "Wonderful! We're so busy we don't know which end it up!" Shirley said. "I'm sorry to hear that." Mike said. "I was secretly hoping it would fail and you'd come back to work for me!" "Oh, right! That's why you invested $25,000 to get us started, huh?" Shirley laughed. "Just hedging my bets." Mike said. "Well you and my mom are really great at what you do!" I said. "Well, we've had enough practice from this house alone!" Shirley laughed. "Three weddings and now the second 5th Anniversary party! We probably could make a living just on you four alone." "How about mom? I know she's dating some guy, but she won't say who!" I asked. "Oh, I'm not allowed to say anything, but if you watch carefully tonight, you should be able to figure it out for yourself." she smiled. "You mean he works at the hospital?" I asked. "That's all I'm going to say. Your mother would skin me alive if I let the cat out of the bag." she said. "Well, whoever it is, I hope she's happy. Janet deserves some happiness in her life." Mike said. "I couldn't agree more!" Shirley said. "Amanda is coming?" I asked. "Miss Nikon herself? You couldn't keep her away! Of course, she's coming. And I'm sure that she'll get lots of great pictures." Shirley assured me. "Good. I want to make another album for Dad and Randy of tonight. Just like I did for the wedding." I said. "Uh,oh! I hear another truck. Must be the caterers! Excuse me." Shirley said. "So what say we get out of everybody's way?" Mike said. "And just what exactly did you have in mind?" I asked, smiling. His hand drifted from my shoulder and down my side to my butt. He pulled me close to him and began licking at my neck. I started moaning at the feel of his tongue. "I was thinking about the Jacuzzi upstairs with perhaps a stop in the shower?" he murmured. "Mmm. That's sounds perfect!" I said. With our arms around each other, we walked up the stairs to our bedroom and then into the large 'wet room' that Mike had built for us. We kissed as we slowly began to undress each other. I never ceased to marvel at my lover's body. Even now that he was 41, his body still was hard and enticing to me. He's gotten a little hairier over the years, which is just fine with me! I've also developed some hair across my chest and a nice treasure trail down to my cock. At first I was worried that Mike would not like the hair, preferring the smoothness of my adolescent body. Quite the contrary. He says that the hair is far sexier and I know he loves to play in it, just as I've always loved playing in his. When we were finally naked, I took his hard cock in my hand and looked up into his eyes. "I'm thirsty." was all I needed to say. Mike grinned and put his hands on my shoulders as I dropped to my knees. I put his cock in my mouth and my tongue began to lick inside the hood of his cock. I could taste the tang of head- cheese and began licking around, trying to scarf it all up. I'd found out from Randy that my Dad loves head-cheese, too. And piss. I guess, like Dad says, I'm a 'chip of the old block'. I like to think I am - in more ways than just sexually. I could feel Mike's cock begin to soften somewhat and knew that I was about to taste his wonderful yellow juice. I no more than thought this then the first tentative blast hit my tongue and I started swallowing. I knelt there, nursing on Mike's cock like a baby on a tit while his piss flowed into me and I swallowed every drop. I loved the taste, the heat, the feel of Mike's piss as he pissed in my mouth. This was something that had never changed since that first night with him. I knew we both saw it as a 'bonding' between us - something that was our way of sharing completely ourselves with each other. It sent thrills through my body every time I drank from him. At last his piss ran out. I was going to continue and suck his cock deep into my throat but, instead, Mike reached down and pulled me to my feet. I guess he was as thirsty as I was because he immediately went to his knees and gathered my cock into his mouth. I was ready as soon as I felt his lips. I relaxed and began to feel my piss flowing through my cock into his hot, wet mouth. I cannot describe the feelings that I have as I piss into Mike's mouth and watch him swallow all of my yellow juice. It is almost as thrilling to me as cumming but goes on for such a longer time. I'm amazed at the feelings of love and connection I feel from this terribly intimate act. The only time better is when we are lying in bed and drink each other piss at the same time. That is the most wondrous feeling in the world! When my piss ran out, Mike got to his feet and pulled me over to the Jacuzzi. He got the water hot and bubbling and then we got into it. I immediately moved into his arms and we kissed deeply, tasting our own piss in each other's mouths and moaning. "I love you so much! I love you so much more than I ever thought possible!" I told him. "And I love you. Totally, completely and utterly. You have made me happier than I ever thought possible. You are the best thing that has ever happened in my life." Mike said. I know I blushed at this because I could feel my cheeks getting hot - and it wasn't the Jacuzzi. "Do you know, you are still incredibly cute with you blush!" Mike said. I laughed and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Do you know, you're the only one that can get me to blush?" I asked. "Yes. It's one of the things I love to do because I know I can still get to you - even after all these years." Mike said. "I'm sorry Melissa couldn't be here tonight." he said. "Yeah, she is, too. But what with her about to make me a grandfather for the second time, the doctors didn't think an airline trip from Seattle was a very good idea. She and Pete did send their love and a present for you Dad and Randy." I said. "Yeah, there's so much family history out on that deck, isn't there!" I said. "Our wedding, Dad and Randy's wedding, Melissa's wedding to Pete. So many happy times." "Yes. But the happiest times for me, is when we're alone like this and you're in my arms." Mike said leaning over and gently kissing my cheek. "Oh, speaking of presents. There's one I need to talk to you about. I've been trying to get around to this for the past week but we've both been too busy." "Yeah, and when we're finally alone together - we're too busy!" I laughed. "Well...yeah. But here's what I want to talk to you about. I want to give your Dad and Randy a special present - but you have to agree to it." I said. "What is it?" I asked. I couldn't imagine what Mike had in mind. "The house." he said. "What?" I asked. "The house. And, of course, the cottage. I want to put their names on the deed along with ours so that this will truly be their home as well." Mike said. "Oh, Mike!" I said, throwing my arms around his neck in my excitement. "I think that's wonderful! I agree completely!" "Good. I've had the papers drawn up and all we have to do is have them signed tonight. Shirley's still a notary, so she can make them legal." Mike said. "Oh, God! Mike! I don't know what to say! I'm so happy!" I enthused. Now I knew that my Dad and Randy would stay permanently. I certainly didn't want them moving someplace else and I had begun to get the feeling that they felt like they were 'imposing' on us. Nothing, of course, could be further from the truth. I loved having my Dad around. Now that he was sober and back to being my Dad, I spent as much time with him as I could. Each year, all four of us went back to California for at least two weeks and spent time at Dad and Randy's cabin. Dad's friends Mick and Brian always were there as well. I knew that Dad had put Randy's name - along with mine - on the deed to the cabin when they got married. I remember the first time we had gone out there. Mike fell in love with the place, as I knew he would. We spent the whole two weeks naked - as everybody else did as well. We must have made love at least three or four times a day! It was a great vacation. There was one very poignant moment that I remember though. It happened the first morning. I had woken up early and had slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom. After I pissed, I was going to go back to bed. I was half asleep, however, and without realizing it, I climbed the stairs to the loft, just like I used to do when I was a little kid and would climb in bed with Dad and Uncle Matt. It didn't dawn on me what I had done, until I made it to the top of the stairs and saw Dad and Randy sleeping in each other's arms, just the way that Dad and Uncle Matt used to do. I looked, and for a second I thought Randy was Uncle Matt! I unconsciously gave a little yelp and Dad woke up and saw me. He rose up in bed and looked at me. "Troy, what's wrong, son." he asked. "I'm sorry Dad. I didn't mean to wake you up. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came out, I came up here without thinking. I guess I was remembering what it was like when I was little. Then I saw you and Randy laying there in each other's arms, just like you and Uncle Matt used to do and for just a moment, I thought Randy was Uncle Matt." I explained. Dad motioned for me to come around and sit on the bed next to him. He put his arms around me and drew me close to him and kissed me on the forehead. The warm scent of him filled me with memories of his love and affection and I nuzzled my face into his shoulder and kissed it. "It's ok, son. This loft seems to have some kind of effect on people. The first time Randy and I made love to each other up here, we both thought that we heard Uncle Matt and Jamie talking to us. We still don't know what happened that day, but we don't worry about it. Uncle Matt loved me and Jamie loved Randy. If the loft is 'haunted', it's haunted by loving spirits, I guess." Dad said. "Yeah, it was so weird, Dad. For a moment, Randy looked just like Uncle Matt. But, then again, maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me because I wasn't fully awake." I said. "Anything is possible, son. I have to admit, I would give anything to sleep with your Uncle Matt in my arms just one more time. Not that I don't love Randy. I do. With all my heart. But...well, you understand, don't you, son?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy. I understand. And I'm sure that Randy feels the same way about Jamie. Don't you think?" I asked him. "Yes, now that you mention it, I suppose he does." Dad smiled down at his sleeping lover and softly brushed his hand over Randy's dark hair. "I see you still have the picture I drew hanging up here." I said. "I could never get rid of that! Oh, I wanted to at one time. I was stupid enough, one night, to burn every picture I had of Matt and me in one of my drunken rages. That's the only picture I have left of him. Just something wouldn't let me destroy that." Dad said. "God! Dad! I never knew that! You mean you don't have ANY pictures of you and Uncle Matt?! None at all?!" I exclaimed. "None. Not a one. It's my own stupid fault, though. Nothing I can do about it." I said. "Yes there is! You didn't destroy the negatives. I've got a lot of pictures of you and Uncle Matt at home! I just never mentioned them or showed them to you because I didn't want to bring back any bad memories for you! When we get home, I'll give them all to you!" I told him. He sat there looking at me and then I saw tears streaming down his face. He grabbed me and hugged me to him very hard. I held him and stroked his head, just the way I did Mike when he gets upset. "Oh, God! Troy! You don't know what this means to me! I had no idea that any of those pictures still existed! Oh, son, I can never thank you enough for keeping them for me!" Dad said and kissed me on the cheek. "Hey, guys! What's up?" Randy's sleepy voice came from beside us. Dad leaned down and kissed Randy deeply. "Troy just gave me some wonderful news!" Dad told Randy. "He'd better not be pregnant! I ain't gonna be no grandfather!" Randy moaned. "No! Asshole!" Dad laughed. "You know how I told you that I had destroyed all the pictures of me and Matt?" "Yeah." Randy said. "Well, it seems, I didn't destroy the negatives and Troy has all the pictures at home! He just didn't know that I didn't have them!" Dad said. "Oh, God! Eric! That's wonderful!" Randy said, sitting up in bed, grinning wide at Dad's news. "I'm so happy for you! Thanks, Troy. That is a wonderful thing you've done for your Dad." "I'm just glad I kept them all these years. Of course, I could never think of getting rid of them. I loved Uncle Matt too much." I told Randy. "And he certainly loved you, son. Do you by any chance still have that picture of him holding you when you were first born, sitting in the rocking chair and you both asleep?" Dad asked. "That was always my favorite! The two men who I loved most in life, and you asleep in his arms." "Yes. I have that one. In fact, there are two copies of it. Mom has a copy of it as well." I told him. "Your mom does!? How did she get it? I never showed her that one!" Dad asked. "No. I did. We were talking about Uncle Matt one night and I mentioned it. She told me she didn't remember a picture like that so I got it out and showed it to her. She asked me for a copy of it." I said. "I wonder why?" Dad asked. "Mom said that in so many ways I had two fathers but she didn't have any pictures of Uncle Matt. She did really love him, Dad." I said quietly. "Yes, son, I know she did. I'm so sorry I couldn't have been honest with her in those days. Maybe it would have all worked out differently. But there's no sense wondering about what 'could have been'. I'm just happy they turned out the way they did. Otherwise, I wouldn't be married to this smart-aleck doctor!" he grinned and leaned down and kissed Randy. "Yeah! And I wouldn't have met this bone-headed Marine who somehow has managed to make me about the happiest man alive!" Randy retorted. "And I would have never met Mike. I can't imagine life without him. I love him so much. But, of course I would." I said. "Why's that?" Dad asked. "Because he's so much like you." I grinned and gave him a kiss on the shoulder. Dad pulled me tight against him, hugging me close. "I don't know what I did to be blessed with a son like you. I just know I thank God every day for you." and turning to Randy he said, "And you, lover." We all ended up in a group hug and then I offered to go down and start the coffee. Looking back on that trip and all the subsequent ones, I don't know of any time that I'm happier than when we're all at the cabin. "Hey! Where are you?!" Mike said in my ear. "Oh! Oh, sorry! I kind of drifted off. I was remembering that first trip we made to the cabin with Dad and Randy." I said. "Oh that was a great trip! In fact, every time we go there is wonderful! There's something about that cabin! I don't know what it is." Mike said. "Dad and Randy believe that it's haunted by the spirits of Uncle Matt and Jamie. At least that's what Dad told me." I said. "He was kidding, right?" Mike looked askance at me. "No, I don't think he was." And I proceeded to tell him the story Dad told me of what happened the first time that he and Randy made love in the loft. I also told him about the morning I accidently went into the loft and saw what I thought was Dad and Uncle Matt sleeping in each others arms, just like the picture I had drawn. "Well...I don't know what to think. I guess your Dad and Randy could be right. I know that there certainly is a feeling of love that fills that cabin. Who knows?" Mike admitted. Mike and I finally got out of the Jacuzzi, took a shower and then laid down for a while. We knew that this party was going to be a late one. Shirley and mom had even arranged for a DJ and there would be dancing. I couldn't wait to get Mike out on the dance floor. I hadn't danced with him since Melissa's wedding a couple of years ago. I loved being in his arms and gliding across the dance floor. We just didn't go the type of places where we could do that. As Mike and I got dressed later that evening, I was thinking about Dad and Randy's wedding. Just about half the staff at the hospital had shown up. They all knew about Randy's loss of his first lover, Jamie and they were all happy for him finding someone new to love. It was a very strange ceremony in one way. Fr. Gray, without my Dad and Randy knowing about it, had included one very traditional part from the heterosexual wedding service - but with a very different 'twist' to it. At the beginning of the ceremony, when Dad and Randy met at the altar, Fr. Gray asked the following questions: "Who gives Eric to be married to Randy?" At this point, I saw Dad and Randy look at each other in confusion. But Mom and I stood up and shouted, "We do!" and everybody started laughing as we both walked over and hugged and kissed Dad. Then Fr. Gray asked, "And who gives Randy to be married to Eric?" At that point Mike stood up and said, "I do!", who then walked up and hugged and kissed Randy. Of course, Fr. Gray had arranged this after I had talked to him. We all wanted a way to let Dad and Randy know how happy we were for them. It was also when I knew that Mom and Dad had really become friends again. I'd even be willing to bet that if Mom gets married again, she walks down the aisle on Dad's arm! Or mine. That night, at the party, we finally got Dad and Randy up in front of a microphone and presented them with their presents. For their anniversary, I had painted Dad and Randy just the way I had painted Shirley and Amanda - their arms around each other and gazing into each other's eyes. They were dressed, however, in 'hospital greens'. Dad presented the new deed to the house and we all signed it, with Shirley acting as notary. Then every one insisted that Dad and Randy say something. "I want to tell everyone," Randy said, going first. "How incredibly lucky I feel to have found Eric and to have been allowed to become a part of his life. After I lost Jamie, I never thought that anyone could ever come along and make me that happy again. But Eric has done so, every day since I met him. I also want to say publically what I've said so many times to him privately - how proud I am of him for going back to school and achieving this level of professional certification. His work with people with HIV/AIDS will benefit this community greatly. However, what is a real joy for me is that Eric is continuing the work that Jamie started before his death." Then turning to Dad, Randy continued. "Eric, you know I'm not all that good with words. But just as I said five years ago, I love you and will love you as long as I live and beyond. My life would be empty without you. There is nothing in this world that means as much to me as you do." Randy said. And then he and Dad kissed each other. Then it was Dad's turn. "There was a man named Matt who I loved with all my heart and soul. He died a hero, serving our country as a United States Marine. But I dishonored his love by destroying my own life after his death. And not just my own, but the lives of two people I cared very much for - My son Troy and my former wife Janet. I did some terrible things which I am still ashamed of and deeply sorry that they ever happened. Through the Grace of God, the Fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous and a wonderful priest named Father Robert Gray, I was able to be re-united with my son and ex- wife who have graciously forgiven me for the hell I made of their lives. At the same time, God allowed me to find a man that is every inch the equal of my former lover Matt. The moment I saw Randy, it was like my heart had been in a deep freeze and suddenly thawed and started beating again. "I was trained by the Marine Corps as a killer. That was my 'job'. To kill the enemies of this country and to train other Marines to do the same. I am not ashamed of that. Unfortunately, there is evil in this world and to protect the citizens of this country, it is necessary for our armed forces to kill those who would do this country harm. "But I could no longer remain in the Marine Corps, hiding who and what I was. And I could no longer justify to myself, the training I had received. I knew that I wanted to find a way to give my life not in defense but in service to others. When Randy told me about the Jamie - the lover he had lost - and about the work that Jamie did, I knew immediately that this was the answer for me. To help heal those who are ill, to give myself in service to others who suffer from this dread plague. And with Randy's love and support, I received my certification as a Nurse/practitioner from the State Board of Medical Licensing. "There are no words that are adequate to express how much love I have for two people in my life - my son, Troy, and my lover Randy. All I can say to you, Randy, and to you, Troy, is that I will love you both forever and beyond." At this Dad and Randy hugged and then they called me up to be hugged by both of them. We all three had tears in our eyes and we weren't the only ones. Many of the people sitting there were very moved by Randy and Dad's speeches - especially coming as they did from their hearts. Later that night, I got to dance not only in Mike's arms but, for the first time, in my Dad's. Dad had refused to dance at he and Randy's wedding, claiming he didn't know how. Randy did get him up for one short dance but that was it. This time, Randy made him practice so that he could dance with him and with me at the party. What was most curios though, was when Dad danced with Mom! And then took her over and handed her to Dr. Doug Cartwright, the neurosurgeon who had treated Jamie. That's when it dawned on me! Mom was dating Dr. Cartwright! I leaned over to Randy to ask him. "Is my mom dating Dr. Cartwright?" I asked. "Well...actually...yes, she is."Randy said. "Though for some reason nobody's suppose to know about it. Of course, it's already all over the hospital." And Randy laughed at that. After a while, I noticed that Mom and Dr. Cartwright had disappeared. I wondered what exactly was going on but didn't think much about it. I danced with Dad again and with Randy and even got another dance with Mike when all of a sudden, the music stopped and Dad was at the microphone again. "Friends! Please excuse the interruption but I have some news that I think all of you will want to hear. It is with great happiness that I want to announce that my former wife, Janet Meadows and Dr. Doug Cartwright have just this evening become engaged to be married!" Dad announced. Suddenly there was pandemonium! Every body was on their feet clapping and yelling and Mom and Dr. Cartwright were brought up and everybody drank a toast to the newly-engaged couple. I hugged and kissed mom and told her how happy I was. Randy hugged Dr. Cartwright and then Dad shook Dr. Cartwright's hand and ever hugged mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I was standing next to Dr. Cartwright and Dad when they shook hands. "I didn't think I would ever say this to anyone in my life but, Eric, I'm awfully glad you are Gay and found Randy!" and he smiled. Dad broke up laughing and so did I. We celebrated long into the night and it was after 3:00 a.m. when Mike and I finally got to bed. As we curled up in each other's arms, I leaned over and kissed him deeply. "What was that for?" he asked, smiling at me. "Because I cannot believe how happy I am and how much I love you. I feel like somehow you've been responsible for all of my happiness." I told him. "I wish that was true, but I think there were a lot of people who had a hand in that. Like your Dad, your Mom, Randy, Fr. Gray, Shirley, Amanda - a lot of people." he said. "Yes, but it all started with you. You gave me your love when I needed it more than anything. And you've kept right on giving the whole time." I told him. "And just what do you think you did for me? I was so desperately in need of your love I had no choice but to give mine to you. I will always love you, Troy." he said, taking my hand and kissing each of my fingers. I moaned at this, because it always has sent chills through me! "And I will always love you, Mike." I said and kissed him gently on the mouth. "Oh, you think you're going to get away with just that?!" Mike smiled. He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. We didn't go to sleep until the sun was already past dawn. The End of "MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND". I hope you enjoyed the story . If you did, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. I love to hear from my readers. Also, if you'd like a listing of all my stories on the Nifty Archive, I'll be glad to send you one if you request it. Also, if you did enjoy the story, please consider making a donation to the NIFTY ARCHIVES to keep this site running and FREE! 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