Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 17:44:49 -0500 From: paul paris Subject: The Arena 2 This story has come from my imagination. Yes it is fiction. I have written stories about men and boys before. The action between a man and boy is illegal so do check that your country permits this type of story. I have the copyright to this and other stories so please ask if you wish to use this for any reason. Fee paying site will be rejected. I am sorry. I am dyslexic and suffering cancer. I allow the computer to do all my work. While resting I find writing the best way to accomplish this. I am so grateful for all the letters I have received and quite overcome with the response to "The Arena." I was not expecting the mixed letters that I got. The feeling of Love and hate it generated was surprising. Well I have been told it should have been longer so I hope Arena 2 lives up to its starter. I had been doing stories I wrote a long time ago but this will be the first new one in a long time. To all the letter writers I am very grateful. The Arena 2 I had many letters asking for the Arena to be extended. I did say that I hoped you did not expect me to tell you where the plane took Cullen and I. I have had a lot to think about so I will need your assurance that this story will go no further. I found the plane okay, but only after I found a house near to Southern Spain. The house was a traditional building that showed its worth. Arrangements were made with the local officials to turn a blind eye providing they got some sort of remuneration for being not around while things were being arranged. I did meet the top people and I shook hands with a brown paper bag every time. The big boss of the boys' trading post had set up things, as I had become accustom to calling it. I know that no matter how much hate I had I did want the people younger than I to be safe. The house was a well-hidden place, very much like the plantation houses of the 1800s. Cullen was still thrilled that I had taken him with me. I must be honest with you. The feelings I had for him were like a younger brother but in a way it was different. I was told the house was colonial. I would have said Sergeant because I had seen enough of the Colonel type people come for boys to please their needs, sexual and otherwise. I was given some staff to assist me but instilled within them that it was the boys who made them money so keep that in mind. Nine boys rooms an office then the bedroom with a round bed naturally. Six bathrooms. A dining room, followed by a large pool. The rest of the building was shaded so the boys who came would get fresh air. I sat in the study to review the rules. Being this was my place I would do things my way. The people who thought they were in control got a shock when I told them the good news. The answer was providing there were boys to trade and money made I could swing upside down on the chandelier for all they cared. Cullen had the main room while I began to get ready not knowing what would happen. I think I can hear some people say, "Why the fuck did you just not get out of it?" Well there is a simple answer to that. The boys about to come had a choice, owner, not me, but maybe a sadistic person who would beat the boys so their bones of their bodies showed. Yes I hated what was going on. Yes I had a fumble with Franc and no matter how many times I said no or vomited I was drawn to this new kind of whatever it was. Sounds a pretty week excuse I know. Cullen I bought. He was different. He never showed any feelings towards me except when he leaped across the table after being told he was not up for sale. I could feel the bile forming when I knew from the start that I had to find a way of training them. I did see that I had no den with which to inflict torture on the boys. A man wanting to chat to the Cougar called me. What had these people got with animals? I assumed he wanted me. "I have 2 boys in the car. We will be with you in ten minutes. I told Cullen the news. "Here we go again." A simple hug I am sure was needed but I could not face the look from Cullen with a feeling of something. A tall man called. He had with him two boys. I was handed the books before a word was spoken. Hakia and Sim. They had been involved in a war between feuding rival factions. They had been originally taken to serve the winning leaders. Suddenly he had been gunned down and they were alone. After a conference the boys decided to give the house a try knowing that here was much safer than the war torn streets where they were first brought up. The boys were 11 and dressed in the native costumes. Each had a sheet that had a hole in the middle. That's where your head went. For the first time I came across a problem, language. So I was the fool. The boys could speak English. They had learned at an early age not to because that would get you killed. I got Cullen to get the boys a bath followed by a change of clothes. I had not seen the clothing cupboards yet but on a plan I found they were in a storeroom in the basement. I quickly read every book I could find. I saw a training manual. I looked in the mirror but could not believe that a former council worker would be getting boys to do the things I was repulsed at. The boys all returned. Yes the conformity had begun. I arranged some food for us but even with eating implements on the table Hakia and Sim used their hands. I asked Cullen the ultimate question. "I want you to show the boys what they have to do in every way. By doing that I hoped that the boys would become the fastest items we could turnover. More money and the boys were away from the war. I had to sign the obligatory badges and found out what there true meaning was. The better the boys' actions the more badges could be removed. I still never understood why the boys would allow themselves to become commodities like this. I would never in my life get my head around that. Three further boys arrived. Two black plus one Albino child stood facing me. The black boys were from Gambia while the Albino was Dutch. Aman with his brother Eran, both 12 while the Albino were called Jared. He was 12. They had been sent from another house that was full. I could not believe what these boys had gone through to be accepted by people who needed a thrill from them Amen and his brother were traditional slaves who would do anything just to be wanted. Jared was a boy who would be seen as someone special. Cullen had a busy afternoon. I could not face the steps that had to be taken for the imitation. I found a bin. I knew I had to get one because the readings of their files were so powerful. Cullen gave me a list of the clothing used. "You have to understand, we are all here because this life is ten times better than what we had. Try not to think about what we do, just think about who we are." Well there you have it. This boy who I bought was giving me a lecture on getting the boys ready for the future whomever to buy and molest them. I was going to be paid so this could happen. I wrote a list of things I expected the boys to do. I was free to talk to them at any time. I never mentioned that this house would not punish them, because to even rise my hand or any object against them would cause me twice as much harm as them. All the boys had travelled a long way. I did get them to bed early after tea. They all slept well. I finished my diary. Yes I had started a new one to insure the boys that I would know any person who made a request for the angle for his life. It was almost midnight when I got a call asking for a fully trained boy within two weeks. I read what was required. Just like a butchers as I may have said before, there was a list from a sad person eager to get their hands on someone who would make him scream in sexual delight. I did try to shower but I think I saw the water and ran away because I did feel dirty about this work and becoming clean would never be something this job would allow. I found a message from Cullen saying that he was free if I became lonely. I could not hate myself any more now than I did. It was a new round bed so took some time to settle. In the dark I heard the door open. I knew this was an impending disaster. Maybe Cullen wanted company. I did not mind his company, but it was not he I held the sheet tight going through the diary in my head writing a list that contained one word. "Pyjamas." It was a hand on my arm that gave me the bad feeling. Tonight I began to wonder. Whoever, their legs sat it between. His feet were doing all the work that caused the impending bile to creep into my stomach. His soles caressed my organ while I was almost in tears because it was responding to the feather light touch. Each toe moved in a different way. Each ribbed detail of the organ had a toe that complied with it in some way. I know that my breathing was beginning to take separate breaths. I sat up but the sheet never fell. I tried to pull, but the feet carried on with the task they had started. For a moment there was a change. A tongue replaced the toes. Lips and tongue fought a battle to win the war. I knew what was going to happen. I knew I could not stop it. The call of sexual frenzy crescendo through my whole body till it escaped from my lips. The never-ending suction gave me the shock normally associated with electricity. The expert was swallowing all that I said I hated to happen. Again a boy had exposed the internal feelings that if I thought about them I would vomit but when it was done this way I hated myself for the enjoyment. The boy reversed his position. I grabbed his hand. I became gentle realising that the strength I had forcing to hold his hand was not what I wanted. I was gentle with him Maybe I was saying thank you. The next morning I was showering when Cullen came in. So shorter time ago I would have shouted some kind of obscenity. Now I just carried on washing hoping that Cullen would not be in too much of a rush to leave. I realised what I had been thinking, I called Culled and demanded he find out who came to my room last night. It was lunchtime when he told me he had failed. All denied it. I sat with them all explaining the badge system. I then told them about my mystery visitor during the night. "Did he do a good job?" asked Jared. I explained that I could only talk to the boy who did it. Aman and Eran both looked blank. Hakia and Sim the same Cullen got angry and shouted. I explained that I was a trainer so whoever did it may need some help to get rid of his badges. Yeah that worked like a hedgehog crossing the road to see his flat mate. I decided to show the boys how to use the oil. "I want you all to take your shoes off." Now I remember the toes all right so maybe my hands would get me the information. Now my suggestions always fail and this was again one of those times. They got use to the oil but I got no further with my investigation. I gave up. I did have a slight emergency Jared had hurt his wrist. It looked like a simple sprain but to be on the safe side I called the local Doctor who I did not know. He was privileged to the information that the house was about. A swift bandage, the doctor got a quick thrill. He got to examine all the boys at great length that is except Cullen who must have had the words keep off printed on him. I took in the final 2 boys for that stage. William and Russell were two boys who originally had come from New Zealand. They were 12 and 13. They had run away from the people who were looking after them. The government had arranged this. They had been physically abused so ran away which is where they go involved in the house of boys. The carers had taken a long vacation but never got to the destination. Now this is something that confused me. You get a boy who is beaten. He asked the wrong person for help and they are told what to do to get help. The adult is dealt with and the boy is trained to be subservient. Adults turn up who buy the boy only in some cases to beat him again. The boy is supposed to be happy. Being here the one thing different was that we were to teach the boys to give pleasure. The boys would also get something for being good at what they do No beatings or punishments by the owner (What a thing to call them) or they would loose their heads in more than one-way. I decided that I could not put off what had to be done. While Russell and William were getting a bath I spoke to the other boys explaining what might be expected from them. I had to listen when the boys told me that they had done so many things already to stay alive. The brothers from Gambia stayed with a man who let his friends use them. (I thought that interesting, to Use them.) Jared was called a weirdo because of his looks. He did not want to upset us but the only people who liked him were the people who would undress then touch his white skin. He found friends that way. The brothers from the war zones were proud of what they did. "We got all the information for our friends just by letting some general touch us." William and Russell got to us and heard the story of the others. "I had to do things with my brother and a lot of people watched. We did get a lot of money until we went off with some men who watched us. It could have been worse but we got away." I got a record book for the doctor. Most had had the children's problem Jared had a scar on the right hand side near his hip I knew that was appendix. I listed all the ailments so was happy with that. I sent them off for lunch while I checked the rest. I was going to have to let the boys know I loved them all while training them and to smile while being abused. After lunch Cullen called me. "Its one of the new boys. I think there is something wrong. I called the doctor just in case but Russell was slumped over the table in his chair. I looked at him. He was sweating real badly. His speech was slurred and I could here he was asking for a doctor. "Help. First Aid." I carried him to the sick room, our infirmary. The doctor came. He was in with him for less than a minute. "Don't let anyone go in there with him. I believe from what he told me he has Aids." Now I do not panic as often as I did when this all started but I did not know what to do. I called for the people who brought him to the house. Nothing was said. They wrapped him in a blanket and left William was worried so I had to tell him. "Oh I knew that. He had that last year from a man we both knew. He put his in Russell. It never happened to me. After the last beating the man got sick so we ran away." There was no bin so the floor got covered. The doctor took blood tests from them all. By the end of the day the tests at that time were all negative. All the boys looked at me believing that they were going to die. I got checks done every week for proof they were not ill but that was last time Aids showed its head in the home. It was frightening to experience that. I took boys in turn and started to train them. It was not enjoyable. To have a boy and undress him till he stood naked was quite easy. To get them to want to do what they read was very hard. I even thought that maybe two boys together would work but it failed. I did give each boy a book to read. This was what I was to train them in. I gave the boys plenty of time to learn then I said they could try it with me. I was pleased that they all said no. Cullen told them about the flags. I had to make some headway so dropped a flag every now and again. The first night Hakia visited me. I did not do anything but because of the dark it helped him. He stood on the bed, feet either side of me. I saw him strip and wait to be coached. His body had just been oiled so when we got together we slipped and twisted together. I could tell he was drawing on what he had done before the house because his actions were nothing like the book described. He was the one who did all the work so when I touched his body he withdrew. I then told him to show me what he could do. I still hated this but it was funny watching him try his hardest to please. He used both his hand to excite me. With all his effort it never happened. I took him and he slipped under the covers with me. I could feel him shaking. I held him tight. I did without thinking try and tickle him. I kissed his nose. That was the point when his shyness went. He took over using his skills learned combined with the oil he made me explode. I was happy for him. He even knew how to wash after to ensure he was clean. That was his first and last appearance. The following day a schoolteacher also an escape from the feuding called me and over the phone money was transferred. Hakia and his brother Sim had a place to go. Aman and Eran I never did get to know well because they had gone the next day as well. A farmer wanted a couple of boys to keep him company and heirs to his estate. So after all that had gone only Cullen, Jarred and William were the ones left. I had a child gone to somewhere and two lots of brothers hopefully safe. I thought a lot about what I was doing. I had to make my mind up. Money is not everything. That night Jarred paid a visit. He was very lonely. I was so sure that he was the quietest of the lot. I slipped back the sheet convinced that he just wanted a cuddle. How wrong can you be? This boy became naked as soon as the sheet was back. His cuddle involved all the kissing and touching I could need. I could say he was an expert if I understood more about what made him tick. His hands stroked me so I became hard and very close to finishing the trip he had started. I moved him away. I handled his pole that pointed to the ceiling. Jared knew how to kiss, touch, feel, and examine the human body. I was able to take the head from under his skin and manipulate it so that it was almost an inch higher than the skin itself. He was not cut but this albino had all the thing s going for him. I turned the light on and saw him in his glory. This boy did not make me sick. He was doing something inside of me and I could not control it. His lips went from mine to the organ wanting to be played. The gentleness soon had me in his power. His hand finished what his lips started. Several squirt shot from me. I had a small amount in my hand of his. He was not fulfilled. His staying power was unlimitless. Jared kept teasing and twisting till I had to say stop. Jared was a boy with no reason to be taught. He had his own way to make you happy but he was all self taught. I was up the next morning and feeling very guilty. I had held Jared last night wanting all he could give me. I took it and begged for more until I could take no more. I saw Cullen and he did not know. I decided that today was going to be different. I got the three boys together I escorted them all to the pool. Without warning I stripped and jumped in inviting them to join me. Jared was the fist happily jumping in to keep me company. William followed with a little nudge from Jared. I took the bull by the horns. "Cullen can I undress you?" He walked forwards. He took his shirt off. I opened his trousers. With just his briefs on I looked at him and smiled. One hand was enough and he was naked. I had never seen him face first I had only remembered him lying on the bed in the infirmary. I lifted him in the water. We were like a family just the three boys and me. I held Cullen till he started to get hard. I could not do this anymore. No I could not sell the boys anymore I had to escape with them so that I had no more to do with the boy sellers. We spent about an hour together and told them of my plan. They all agreed providing they would be free. Back in the office I cleared the bank account then called the main number saying that another boy could have Aids. They took this seriously telling me to get it checked out. I packed enough clothing for us to make an escape. The four of us set off at nightfall. We headed for the mountains. The trip was going to take a while so we had to keep off the main road. The going was tough so as soon as we saw a closed space we would stay for the night. We got lucky. There was a cave and even though the weather was fine it was best we hid out so as not to draw attention to ourselves. I had to make this seem like a camp out but no matter what the boys had agreed that they had gone through enough. Well it was not bad as camp outs went but seeing we all ate from tin cans I doubt if the campers out there would say that this was true to the letter. We did leave the cave early. The summit was so far away that no matter how we walked we could not quite seem to make as much headway as I would have liked. I did try and take the quiet path but so many breaking branches from no trees just took the realism of an early escape out of our heads. Stop. No trees but I am hearing branches break. Something shot past my head and imbedded into the stump of a dead tree just waiting to be pulled. Another, William said, "That sounds like a gun." We doubled our efforts to move but the shots got closer. Two men were close behind us. I saw one so stopped. It took 30 minutes to get to us but there was the man called Cave from Italy and the guy that had been in prison. "We meet again. I see you have three of my boys and I have come to collect them. I tried to argue this with him and even showed the papers that allowed Cullen to travel as my son. "Oh well I can grant you that but the other 2 are coming with me. I can get a good price for the Albino." Cave walked towards me and pointed the gun at Cullen. I had to protect him. The human head is a very soft object full of bone, sinew, blood and a brain that acts all on its own. You may ask how I knew this? Did I have a book that described it in detail in my rucksack? Did I have an early laptop and managed to get on line somehow and find a medical site to explain it all. The answer is simple. I was looking at one. Never threaten a son if his father is around. This plain old council worker had become a killer. I grabbed Cave's shotgun flipped it over then went to hold the metal ring around the triggers. I missed. I hit both triggers and both barrels blew poor cave's head almost off his shoulders. The pieces went in all directions. When part of brain combined with bone and blood hit the guy giving the orders things changed. "Take it easy there. All you had to do was explain. We can come to some sort of arrangement. I have found Williams Uncle and there is a reward." I could not give a dam but William did. "You guarantee that William will be safe and I will take the other two boys. I am heading for the harbour. If I see you again I will," I used every name for the police I could think of. "I will have a car waiting with papers giving you the all clear. Jared is now yours." As I turned to leave I heard "We have now done each other a good turn do not let me see you again." I was flicking the bone fragments off my boot as we walked away. I threw the gun into a fast running stream. Jared was shaking. It was strange. We had taken so long to get up the mountain but it seemed like 10 seconds to get down. A lorry gave us a ride to the harbour. The limo was there. "Hello sir, I have been told to take you to the airport. The jet is fuelled and waiting to take you wherever you want to go. I thought hard as we drove. The boys looked so worried. The jet was there. On the plane I asked him to take off. I had taken the cell phone so made a few calls. I had made one friend. After a long flight we landed in Florida. I told the captain that I was thinking of taking in Disney world. We parted company then got to a hotel. For 1 hour we washed and changed clothes. We then left everything behind. Thanks to Franc's new owner, sorry it's a bad word but okay for now, he had sorted out a few things. I told him that I had escaped with 2 boys who were going to go to a sadistic owner who had already killed one boy. After that he was only too willing to help. I got a car then drove to JFK Airport. Long drive. We got tickets that were waiting for us with Jared's passport and flew out to Safe Haven. Now do not get greedy you cannot expect me to say where we went. Someone told me that if you make your own choice of safety and heaven then you would not be far wrong. If any clever people say "Its an Iceberg." Sorry you are wrong. One night we could be sleeping and A Titanic thing could hit us Its beautiful, green, flowers and fresh fruit everywhere. A beautiful sandy place for a swim, it has everything. I had a suggestion that an island would be a good place to be. Well I will give you an idea. Being this story is from my imagination then close your eyes and think of the perfect place you could be. I then doubt if you are far wrong. We lived in an old house while the House I wanted was built. I managed to transfer all the money I could get my hands on so many times that I almost lost where I put it. The off shore account is very, very healthy. I get the top rate of interest so could live on that for a year. I had a pool and tennis court while I had a few extra rooms in case I saw some people that needed my help. Jared caused quite a stir. People could not take their eyes of an Albino boy. I had to ask him to change. We did colour his hair. With a little effort I used Cullen's contact lenses and Jared had changed. A meeting was arranged between Franc's new dad and I so that I could give him something in case anything happened. He was very happy to help and stayed having a great time with the people who liked the beach. His camera never stopped working and he thought my choice of living was so much better than most. He was still there when the house was finished. I had Aegean Turf laid all around. Very hardy and could handle all kinds of weather. I even got a letter from Franc and Sim with a suggestion that they could come with Dad sometime for a holiday. While I was shopping I heard of a family who lived close to the town. They had an accident. Because they used bottled gas for the entire household cooking, one day it exploded and all but 1 member of the family were killed. A boy who was just 11 was on his own. His name was Nima. I decided to sponsor him. He lived with us for a short while before a friend of Francs dad contacted me. He was a circuit judge and alone. He would love to get the boy in a safe environment so that schooling and better education would be possible. No fees were paid and the boy was collected. He is doing very well. I started to get asked from all over and that's when war commenced. In one year I got a home for 17 boys and 3 girls. My name was passed around certain places and "The prisoner," was told. He managed to take some children before they got to me. I left the boys with a housekeeper and confronted him at the house in Italy. We had a big fight but Interpol got to hear about his set up and I was told to get out. I took William with me. He never got to a family member he had been abused both physically and mentally. I got him to Safe house. That was our own place of rest and recovery. The papers in New Zealand were plastered with Williams picture. It took 1 month before an Aunt contacted me and a meeting was arranged. I never told her what had happened. We made up a story about him getting lost and loosing his memory. That seems to work. He showed the right emotions when told his parents were dead, but he knew that already. The woman, his aunt, was also his godparent so as in a lot of places have the obligation to take care of him. She had offered a reward but like a noble person I refused. The police rousted the houses in Italy and Spain. 16 boys were there and 2 adults got what was coming to them. The prisoner was one of them. I followed the trial listening to every detail that could be got. One adult got 2 years for transporting children without the right paperwork but "The Prisoner got 20 years. For child slavery and knowledge that this would cause abuse of a standard never known before a court to this day. I gave the judge a drink while we read the transcript together. Of course you did not know Franc and Sims Dad was now a high court judge. He got the boys from me not "The Prisoner. Well with all that taken care of I became a bad boy. I had the numbers of "The Prisoner's," bank accounts. I transferred everything to my off shore account. I brought the boys some gifts and went back to them. It was a strange feeling to see them running to me. The first thing I did was to turn Jared back into who he really was. Now come the part that gets this whole thing in the right way; me a council officer, I looked after drains, become a prison visitor. I knew the rules but the first day I never followed them I was placed in a position to help a man inside. It was not the man who needed help it was the boys. I had, I have to admit become a child peddler. That was until a child who I vowed to protect was viciously attacked and killed by a man posing as a servant of good. The man in prison had many boys die while training them to like the abuse they took. I myself had on 3 or 4 occasions been tempted and had felt the things that the boys had been taught. Being sickened by it I tried to escape but became a murderer to protect children. The real criminals had been caught and would be in prison till most of the boys were adults and have back the control of their lives. There was one thing I did and that was to help and save some children who had fallen on bad times. I was now rich and living somewhere with Cullen who had been a battered child and Jared an Albino who could command the highest money in a slave auction. I never would let that happen. So presents aside I was home. I looked at my diary realising it was all over. I walked around my ground and the sun was falling. Cullen brought me a drink. I looked at him. "Cullen this is scary for me but I have been thinking like this for almost 3 weeks. I do not know how or what to say in this circumstance. Forgive me if I get it wrong." Cullen looked as scared as I was. "Cullen I want you. I want your hair. I want your body. I want to feel like I felt when you saw me hugging Franc. I want to know that its you I have needed all my life." I knelt up. My fingers were all over the place as I opened the buttons of his shirt. He did turn so I could take it off. "Cullen do not do this if you feel that you have to?" Standing in his vest and trousers I looked at his striped belt. Touching the metal snakes that entwined together I pulled them apart. The popper at the top sprang open. I knelt up high so that I was almost the same height. Slipping my hands inside the trousers I pushed down. The zip opened on its own. My hands remained inside till I could feel the ankles. Cullen lifted each foot so the trousers could be removed. He did have half a smile standing in vest and red briefs but I was not sure I could last. I repeated, "Cullen do not do this if you feel you have to." He took the vest off and my boy stood there in the red briefs that had a tent in front. Did you hear that? I have said it now, my boy. With a small pull the front came down. He was so stiff. "Cullen does this mean?" He took them off. "Oh my loves, my trainer, ever since you came to the house and refused to beat me I have known. I prayed every night that you would flag me. I have wanted to be yours for all time. Now I give myself to you. Will you accept me being that I have been with another but all I have ever searched for is a man like you? I know and have read the men who do things with boys are weird but being that I want you am I the one who is weird?" For the first time I became worried. Not because of what had been said but because I did not feel sick. I could see Cullen naked in the sunset. He was undressing me. I wanted this with all my heart. Is that love? Together we just sat while our hand examined each other's bodies. We both had the combinations with which to open the most powerful love any one person could give to another. The examinations we gave each other, I am sure found the locks that were easy to open. Just dial in L.O.V.E. I was so erratic telling Cullen things that I would never believe would come out. "Cullen now I have the answer I want us to seal this tonight. I am sorry you are so young and I understand if this is confusing you. I could Love you all the rest of my life. I would still love you if you went away, got married then had 10 children." His look changed. "I could never want to go from you. Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be 13." Shit I had forgotten. "I want you to give me just what I need for my birthday." I kissed him "Cullen I want to fuck you but its all wrong my knowledge tells me that." His kiss stopped for a moment. "Ever since we met you have been doing wrong and that never stopped you. Don't stop now." We both fell into each other's arms crying tears of happiness. I had said a long time ago, who would want a man with two heads and the figure who never knew love till the grass and sunset had made him realise it. I did not need help I slipped as if ice into the warm hole of my love. We fell passionately with each other causing the sweat from our bodies and dew from the grass to mingle together and become one. When I exploded my love, Cullen sprayed what he had been storing for all his 13 years. We stayed for an hour then went into the house. We showered together then slept all night. Jared called in the next morning. "I will give you both 10 from what I saw last night. I am glad you both have found each other. Maybe every now and then you can tell me what its like to be in love." Well it was not long before Jared had a friend. We all never left where we had settled. Both Cullen and Jared had good schooling. Jared is a Doctor while Cullen well he works from home. It was the only way we would have it. We still help the odd child but our love is a starting block for all to use. We both hope that all lost children we help are as happy as us and all readers of our story can feel the same. Be happy with us and if you shed a tear try and remember it is all done for love. I have asked Cullen to Marry me but he laughed saying what could a few words do that we did not have already. Well the head of my beautiful boy had a point. My Final point to this story is. I wont tell you my age now but that small piece of grass is still well used. The End.