Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 11:55:05 -0700
From: Scotty <scottyyates@earthlink.net>
Subject: poor white trash - 13

			     POOR WHITE TRASH

			      By Scotty Yates

				  Part 13

First, I would like to say thank you to all of you, my readers, for your
patience.

Normally, I would offer my thanks and support to my friends who have been
supporting me, but this time I am going to say something I really feel
should be said.  Over the last two months several things have occurred in
my life.  I am not going to go into detail other than to say that my two
best friends (one in a vehicle accident and the other from cancer) died
along with my uncle.  It has been a very traumatic experience for me.  As a
result of their deaths, I have learned two things.  One don't put off until
tomorrow doing the things you should.  You have no guarantee tomorrow will
come.  The second is don't be afraid to tell someone you love them, and do
it often.

I would like to say thanks again to all of you who have responded to the
first parts of this story.  Your responses have been simply incredible.  I
really do appreciate all of your comments, support, and encouragement.
Because of your continued excellent responses, I will continue this story
for a while longer, and will post my other stories (Friggin Freak,
Tailspin, Hugging A Tree, and Me and Guess Who) after Poor White Trash is
concluded.

This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are
based on experiences of my friends or drawn from a similar personal
experience in my own background.  Any resemblance to anyone living or dead
is purely coincidental. This story deals with mature subject matter of a
homosexual nature.  It is not advised to allow minors to view or read this
material.

Reproduction of this material is prohibited without the written consent of
the author which may be obtained by requesting, through e-mail, such
permission.  Please include any pertinent details when making such a
request.

email: scottyyates@earthlink.net


                        POOR WHITE TRASH

                        By Scotty Yates

                            Part 13


"Right Now!  Uhmmmmm!  I don't think so.  If you are going to take me home,
don't you think you ought to get dressed?" As I said this I busted up
laughing.  "I mean, I like looking at you, and you have a "GREAT" body, but
I am not sure you are going to like everyone seeing you this way.  Besides,
I would prefer that I am the only one to see you like this.  Anyway, I need
to change clothes.  For some reason, these are a little sticky right
now. (snicker, snicker)

With a very determined and obviously serious look on his face Brandon said,
"Billy Joe, I am serious!  I am going to take you home "RIGHT NOW"!

"Brandon!  You can't mean that!  Why would you want to take me home NOW?
We just got together.  I thought you wanted to be with me!  I thought you
wanted us to be together!"

"I do Billy Joe!  More than I can tell you, but I did everything wrong.  I
don't want you to feel like I own you.  I want to take you back to your
home.  I am going to get your name changed back to Cantrell, and then I
would like for us to work on being friends over the summer.  If YOU choose
to go to FSU in the fall, then we can decide then what to do about living
arrangements.  I don't want you to feel forced into anything.  I love you
too much.  I want you to choose to be with me.  I want us to be together
because you want to be with me, not because I forced it.  If you want to go
out with girls or even other guys, that will be your choice.  I hope you
don't, because I know you are the only person I want in my life, but
everything has to be up to you.  Any decision by you to be with me has to
be your decision alone.  We need to start out right.  I would like very
much for us to be together permanently.  But, I want us to be equals.  I
want our relationship to be a 50/50 partnership."

The look on Brandon's face was one of pure agony.  I could see the desire
he had for me in his eyes , but in his mind he obviously was trying to take
us back to a point in time before the events of the last two days.  I knew
Brandon in his own way was attempting to put us on an equal footing in our
new relationship.  He was willing to make any sacrifice necessary to bring
us to the point where we both could feel comfortable and not intimidated or
overpowered by the other.  In my heart I knew there was nothing I wanted
more than to be with Brandon.  All thoughts of the unfairness of what he
had done to get us together had simply vanished.  I saw his efforts only as
the outward manifestation of his love, resolve and determination to fulfill
his goal of being with me even though he could only see insurmountable
obstacles in our normal lives.  It was up to me.

"Brandon, SHUT UP!"

"But!"

"Brandon, I SAID SHUT UP!  I seem to remember us having a very similar
conversation a short time ago and I told you then what I wanted.  I want
YOU!  Get that through your thick head!  I WANT YOU!"

"But Billy Joe, I want you to come to me freely, not because I won you in
some stupid bet over a pool game."

My voice became much more firm as my frustration with Brandon multiplied.
I said, "Look Brandon!  I love you.  You love me - at least that is what
you said.  Do you really think I would have been acting the way I have if I
didn't want to be with you?  You have to know me better than that!
Regardless of whether you won me in that stupid game, changed my name, or
if we had been friends for years nothing could have caused me to give
myself to you like I have except I wanted to do it.  NOTHING!  I gave
myself freely and unreservedly to you because I love you."

In a much quieter and softer voice, I asked, "Brandon, do you love me?"

"Yes, of course!  I told you that.  I wasn't lying."

"Do you know what you want?"

"Yes, Definitely!"

"Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes"

"Do I want to be with you?"

"Well, uhmmmm, you said you did."

Again my voice rose as I said, "Did you force me to say or do any of those
things?"

"Well, not exactly.  I did force you into being around me."

"Brandon, DID you FORCE me to say I loved you?"

"No."

"DID you FORCE me to say I want to be with you?"

"No."

DID you FORCE me to make love with you?"

"DEFINITELY NOT!"

"Then why are you persisting in trying to separate us now?  I chose to tell
you, 'I love you'.  I chose to make love with you.  And I am making the
choice to STAY with you.  Is that clear?"

With that Brandon stepped closer to me, as tears rolled down his cheeks,
pulled me into his arms, and said, "Billy Joe, I love you.  I want to be
with you so much.  I will do whatever you want.  I just want to be with
you."

By this time there were tears streaming down both of our cheeks.  I could
feel his tears dropping onto my shoulder, and I am sure he could feel mine.
Both of us were whispering 'I love you' as we tenderly caressed the other.
My hands began roving over Brandon's back muscles, feeling them relax.  I
felt his lips very softly and gently kissing my shoulder.  His lips were
like velvet touching my skin.  I can't describe the sensations that began
flowing through my body.

I pulled back slightly from Brandon and looked him in the eyes.  That fiery
look, which I now knew was Brandon's love for me was blazing forth.  Very
softly I said, "Brandon, do you think we could go to bed?"

There was a sudden flicker in the fiery look in his eyes as momentarily
Brandon thought I was wanted to go to sleep.  I had already felt that
wonderful part of his lower body rising to attention.  But just as quickly,
as he looked into my own eyes and seeing the look of love and desire
reflected there, the fiery look reappeared.  It immediately had come back
as he realized I only wanted to move our love making with each other out of
the living room and into the bedroom.

Brandon very reverently reached down, clasped my hand in his and led me
into one of the bedrooms.  This was not the one in which we had deposited
our new clothes earlier in the evening.  I looked at Brandon questioningly.
Seeing the question in my eyes, he said, "This is the bedroom I use
whenever I come down here."

I looked around a room distinctively decorated in the typical style of a
young man.  There was a queen size bed against the middle of one wall.  I
looked mischievously at Brandon and said, "How come your bedrooms, both
here and at home, have queen size beds in them?"

Brandon looked at me with a similar look in his eyes and said, "Well, I
have always made sure there would be plenty of room for the both of us in
my bed" as a little wicked grin spread across his face."

Brandon very gently led me over to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
There was a hint of a question in them.  He was ever searching, trying to
assure himself I was comfortable with what was happening.  All I could do
was let him see in my eyes the love and desire for him.  With one last
questioning look in his eyes, he dropped my hand and then very cautiously,
as if he were afraid he was going to break me, he placed both of his hands
on my hips.  He then began to slide his swimsuit slowly down my legs.  (Bet
you forgot I was wearing his suit due to our getting them switched when we
frantically got dressed down on the beach.)

He had to tug gently to get the swimsuit to slide over my fully aroused
cock.  Oh yeah, my body was already expressing its' desire to be with him
again.  This must have been a new record! Brandon and I had made love with
each other 3 times in the space of just 4 hours.

Brandon slowly dropped to one knee as he lowered the swimsuit down my legs.
During all of this time his eyes had never left mine.  Only when he dropped
to his knees did his eyes leave mine.  I could feel his eyes caressing my
skin as he moved them and the swimsuit slowly downwards.  Even his breath
as it flowed over my skin was as if he were touching me.  My cock, already
at attention, had sprung up and was standing fully erect.  I heard Brandon
gasp.

"Beautiful!  Billy Joe you are so beautiful.  You are even better looking
than I have ever dreamed you would be."

The touch of his hands on my legs was sending a flood of tingling
sensations throughout my already excited body.  Every sensor was in
overload.  I didn't know how much longer I could stand him touching my body
so gingerly.  Brandon leaned into my groin with his face and I could feel
his breath as he placed his nose in my pubic hair.  He was inhaling my
scent and moaning ever so softly, "Billy Joe you are so awesome!  You are
beautiful!"

He pulled back ever so slightly and began softly and tenderly caressing my
erect cock with his lips.  He slowly encircled it continuing to move ever
outward to the head.  When he reached the head he leaned back and looked up
into my eyes.  Yes I was looking down at him, and he saw the full extent of
my desire reflected in them.  He moved back to my cock and slowly encircled
its head with his lips.  He sucked only a small part of it into him mouth
and began to suck.  After a few moments of this Brandon pulled back a bit
and all of a sudden the most intense feelings exploded within me.  I made a
very loud audible gasp and groan.  Brandon immediately jerked back causing
my cock to drop from his mouth.

He looked up at me and said, "Did I hurt you?"

"God, NO!  Brandon.  That was awesome!  What did you do?"

"So you liked that did you?"

"Yes, I did!"  I moaned.  "I still don't know what you did, but it was
absolutely totally awesome!  Whatever you did, you have my permission to do
it as often as you want.  What did you do?"

"Well, all I did was let my tongue go in between the crown of you cock head
and your foreskin.  I let it caress that area just below the base of your
cock.  Was it really that awesome?  I thought you were going to jump right
out of you skin."

"It was absolutely totally awesome.  I have never felt anything so
fantastic in my life."

"Well, I loved it also, so let's see if we can do it again."

With that he moved his mouth back over my dick.  Reaching up with his hand
he took my balls in one hand and began to softly knead them.  With the
other he grasped that part of my dick not in his mouth and very slowly
started stroking it.  At the same time I felt his tongue continue its'
foray as it slid between the head of my cock and the foreskin again.  I
don't know what I said, but I know I screamed as I felt his tongue touch
that sensitive part.  When I did I felt Brandon's hands move quickly around
to my hips as he grasped them.  Only his quick reaction prevented me from
dropping to the floor.  I was totally consumed by the feeling of his
ministrations to body.  I had never sensed anything so fantastic in my
life.  This was to become one of our favorite activities.  Mine because the
feeling was so intense, and Brandon's because he loved to make love to me
so intensely that I would lose all control.

We had only just discovered the joys and feelings of loving each other, but
it was like we were rediscovering it all over again. Only this time, it was
far more intense.  I reached down and grasped Brandon's arms and pulled him
back up to a standing position.  My arms closed around him and he began a
slow rotating grind, his hips undulating, his rigid cock kneading and
exciting my own in an ever increasing urgency. My fingers danced and played
along his back and finding their way slowly downward to his beautiful
little butt.  The image of watching Brandon walk up the stairs in front of
me the night before catapulted into my mind.  My hands spread over his
cheeks and I grasped them firmly as Brandon and I established a rhythm so
intense, it was as if we had become one. His lips found mine and once again
we explored the silky recess of each mouth as our tongues dueled allowing
our all- consuming passion to explode within us.

Brandon pulled away and began very slowly and gently kissing my
face. Tenderly, he began nibbling and sliding the tip of his tongue over my
earlobe.  The warm air of his nostrils hitting the inner recesses of my ear
sent shivers throughout my body.  He moved his mouth allowing it to slowly
descend down across the side of my neck, teasing and exciting my flesh with
his soft velvety lips. After placing loving kisses all over my neck he the
began moving downward on to my chest.  When he found my nipples he applied
intense attention to each one.  As he did gentle moans of hunger escaped
from his throat.  All through this an abundance of continuous flowing
pre-cum was lubricating our groins and spurring us onward. I cradled his
head against my chest, running my fingers through the soft black curls of
his hair.  He still smelled wonderful, his manliness and desire emanated
out of every pore of his young body.

He continued his exploration of my body, drawing him ever closer to my
rigid cock.  His lips eventually reached the edge of my pubic hair where he
greedily licked and tugged at them.  He inhaled deeply. I looked down at
his face, and saw it flush with ever increasing desire and passion.

"God, you smell awesome Billy Joe.  I can't get enough of your wonderful
body."  Brandon managed to groan as his mouth closed around the cap of my
manhood.

His tongue was again doing those things to that area at the base of my cock
where my foreskin began. I reveled in the feeling just as had before,
allowing soft moans to escape my lips.  My body jerked as it writhed with
the intense feelings Brandon was giving me.

He nipped at my skin in a never ending march of nips and licks and tender
bites. For someone who only hours before had experienced this for the first
time, he had already surpassed my inexperienced and solitary fantasies of
the most wonderful and passionate lover I could possibly create in my
imagination. As I gazed downward at him, I realized that Brandon was the
most beautiful, handsome and awesome person I had ever seen. He was just
plain gorgeous! How I ever deserved to be in the same bed with him, to this
day I will never know.

I didn't know how much more I could take as his mouth suctioned deeper and
deeper until his lips pressed tightly against my hairs. His throat was
contracting, his tongue sliding from side to side as one hand gently held
and caressed my balls.  He reached up with the other hand and began to
tenderly alternately twist each of my erect nipples. I could feel the heat
burning deep in my groin, as wave after wave of sensations flowed over my
entire body.

I couldn't let that happen yet. Not now! I wanted to pleasure him equally,
before it was too late. I rolled him to the side causing him to quickly
disengage his lips from my swollen cock. I reached down and pulled him to
me once again. His own was cock emitting a rich, thick flow of sweet
pre-cum, making the deep crimson head shine like a beacon in the night.

"Lay down Brandon, It's my turn", I smiled tenderly.

He settled onto his back, his long slender 7 1/2" to 8" cock jutting
upward. It was time without a doubt, and his eyes and tender smile told me
he was ready. I wanted to just stare at him and memorize this moment and
his body. His hard, yet soft body stretched out fully, his flawless silky
smooth skin, the gentle definition of a six pack honed to the perfection of
youth.

I looked at the soft black hairs covering his chest that extended down
through to his navel and then down from there to his pubic hairs. The
downy-soft, short curly back hairs hugged the base of his cock, shrouding
him in splendor. If there was an ounce of fat on his frame, I wasn't able
to find it. His tiny golden brown erect nipples perfectly spaced on his
youthful chest, the slender Roman nose accented by his blush stained high
cheek bones, and those eyes, those deep penetrating blue eyes.  They
absorbed and pulled me into the recesses of his heart like a laser
beam. His lips were so perfect, you could only want to gather them to your
own and savor the soft warmth of his kisses.

As much as I just wanted to behold him for hours, my need to bring pleasure
to him was far greater than my need to imprint his body in my mind.  I knew
that this would not be the last time I gazed upon Brandon's body and let it
fill my heart, mind and soul. As my eyes met his, I felt the need and
desire swelling within him.  Pleadingly those eyes drew me to his body to
fulfill his every need. I spread his legs like an eagle's wings, knelt
between them and lowered my head to his rigid cock. A stream of clear
pre-cum was flowing down his cock. I didn't know anyone could produce such
enormous amounts of this rich seminal nectar. As I gathered it into my
mouth hungrily, Brandon gasped and moaned deeply. I could sense his
expectations as his body tensed for my warm mouth. I lowered my mouth and
lips to his cock and drew him in tenderly, just holding the flaring crown
of his penis between my lips, allowing the continuously flowing precum to
stream out onto my tongue.  I then began swirling it around before closing
my mouth firmly and drawing his slender shaft fully within the depths of my
throat. My fingers traced the contour's of his waistline, eliciting
shudders as his body arched beneath them.

"Oh my God", he cried as the tips of my hands did circles around his erect
nipples and my tongue danced just below the crest of his cock. Several more
rapid sucks and his whole body began to vibrate with wave-like shudders. It
can't be yet, as I restrained myself from continuing my
ministrations. 'This should last forever', I thought as I released his
cock.  I gazed up at him intently watching the throws of passion sweep
across his body.

I slid to my stomach, raised his legs high into the air, and pressed my
lips delicately to his balls.  They were drawn up tightly to his groin and
looked like two golf ball sized globes encased in satin smooth flesh. My
tongue flicked and bathed each one of them drawing groans from the depths
of Brandon's throat. The rich aroma of his loins wafted deeply into my nose
as I worshiped the orbs of his manliness. I followed the pink line below
them that led me to the valley created by cheeks of his butt.  It twitched
expectantly as my lips pressed forward and my tongue fondled and probed his
delicate sphincter.  The circle of skin surrounding it was a dark brown
just like the golden brown orbs on his chest.

Brandon's pulled up his legs and hooked his arms behind his knees pulling
his legs further upward.  His flower opened wide allowing my tongue to
press further inside of him.  He began moaning with short high pitched
sighs. "Please Billy Joe, Oh God, Please put it inside me!"  His now
oscillating voice pleaded! I was stunned momentarily and rose up to my
knees.  "Brandon," I could barely speak.

"I don't want to hurt you.  I am afraid if I did it now, it would hurt.  I
want our love making with each other to bring pleasure. Not pain.  I don't
think there is enough lubricant."  I said frantically.

There was no way I would hurt him.  I know you are wondering how I knew
this much about the possibility of hurting Brandon.  Well, I guess I am
like many other boys in that I had played around a bit by sticking my
finger up my own butt.  I knew it felt good, but it also hurt until I
learned that a little bit of butter, soap, or lotion made it a lot easier.

 "Wait!  Just a second." he gasped as he thrust his hand over and into the
drawer of the nightstand.  He moved his agitated hand around in the drawer
of his night stand until he pulled out a tube of lubricant.

In a desperate voice he said, "I use it to jack off sometimes," as he
tossed the lubricant to me.

He then grabbed one of the pillows by his head and began jamming it under
his already exposed bottom.  He pulled his legs to his head groaning in
excitement, "Please hurry Billy Joe.  Please hurry!"

There was no questioning whether he was sure. There was no need to delay
the inevitable joining of our lives through this act of his giving himself
to me totally.  There was only pure need and desire for the complete and
ultimate joining of our bodies displayed in his eyes.  I am sure what I was
seeing was only a reflection of a similar look in my eyes.  I did not think
it was possible that I could control myself as I did, but I very slowly and
precisely squeezed the clear soothing lotion onto my fingers which I then
transferred very tenderly to his flower.  I massaged the entirely of his
flower and using my lubricated middle finger slid a large amount of the
lubricant into his love channel.

As I slid my finger into his hole to prepare the way for the entrance of my
shaft into his body, Brandon screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He then groaned, "Please hurry Billy Joe.  Please hurry!  I want you inside
me." over and over.

I then inserted two fingers in my attempts to expand his opening to accept
my shaft.  I didn't consider myself exceptionally thick, but it definitely
was thicker than even tow of my fingers. He continued to groan and plead
for me to enter him.

"Brandon please take it easy, I don't want to hurt you and I need to get
you opened up completely.  I promise it will be very soon.  I promise."  I
said, as I attempted to satisfy his need, but taking the necessary time to
prepare the way.

Even though my own body was totally in sync with Brandon's need and desire
for me to enter him, I knew that this was something both of us would always
remember.  This would be the ultimate surrender of his body to me.  It
would be the joining of two bodies that were already joined through our
love for one another.

My swollen and fully erect cock was again dripping with my own precum.  It
now was joined by the generous amount of lubricant I applied to my cock as
I prepared to place at the entrance to Brandon's flower.  This act would
join us together as one.  With utmost care and ever so slowly I pressed the
tip of the head of my penis against his waiting love channel.

"Oh my God that is awesome!" came screaming out of his mouth as the crown
of my cock head slowly inside of him. I started to pull back thinking when
I first heard his gasp, but then realization set in that Brandon was
enjoying the feeling.

"Deeper, Deeper!" he pleaded as he grabbed at my waist.

His slender fingers grasped me firmly around the waist and pulled me
forward into him as he thrust his groin violently at my surging cock.
Suddenly and without warning, my cock slipped inside. He fully enveloped me
and our union was at last complete. I leaned forward slowly as Brandon
wrapped his sinewy legs around me crossing his feet in the small of my
back. We were inescapably and completely locked together.  Two lovers in an
embrace of life. I leaned forward and our mouths met in a passionate kiss
with our tongues dancing together.  I felt the rigidity of his awesome cock
pressing against my stomach as our tongues found their own rhythm of
love. We were beyond sex now, my Brandon and I had moved inexplicably into
the realm of complete and real love. We were so absorbed by one another
that I don't believe either of us could have told where one body ended and
the other began.  There was no sensation of moving as our hips as we thrust
forward and backward, again and again. It was as if we were one body moving
in a natural motion of life.

As we continued our joining, sweat broke out hard on both of our foreheads.
Our chests heaved as we thrust totally in sync with the other.  With his
tightly locked legs over my back Brandon held me sheathed in a cocoon of
our love. The groans and moans emanating from each of us were those
expressions of our deep seated devotion and love.

"Oh Billy Joe I love you so much.  I never dreamed it would be as fantastic
as this."  Brandon groaned as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over him.

"Please cum in me now!" he yelled as his body was struck violently in the
throws of orgasm.

His cock began exploding in profuse streams of white hot cream onto our
stomachs.  As he exploded, his anal muscles clamped down with a
constricting force on my cock which propelled my own seed upwards and
outwards.  It exploded into his love canal.

For a few moments neither one of us were breathing.  It was like both of us
were in a state of shock.  I knew that if I had any say in the matter
Brandon and I would be frequently joined in this same manner.  It was
totally awesome.  I just hoped he had enjoyed our union as much as I had.
I had already determined at some point I wanted Brandon inside of me.  I
just hope Brandon wanted it also.  If the feelings he had received as a
result of our love making were anywhere near mine, I knew that I very
definitely wanted to experience having Brandon's cock inside of me.

If I hadn't heard the roar of our two hearts beating I would have known we
had passed over and weren't coming back. Gentle pulses were all that
remained now as the last of our sperm was expelled and we collapsed.
Brandon had released his leg grip of my body and we laid there for what
seemed like hours, just basking in the after glow of the wonderful moment
of the fulfillment of our love for one another.  We rolled over onto our
sides and still holding fast to each other.  As we became more aware of
each other we began teasing each other with short, but very sweet butterfly
kisses on the others cheeks.

"Brandon, I love you." I whispered. "Do you know that?" I asked.

There was no answer from Brandon except for shallow breathing which was a
clear indication to me of Brandon's totally relaxed state.

I lay there for the next few minutes thinking about how over the last two
days my life had totally changed.  Here it was in the early hours of
Saturday morning on June 17th.  My father was to be married this afternoon.
Two days ago I had turned 18 thinking I had my life laid out before
me. Then came the pool game and bet between Brandon and pa.  I had wept
because I saw my whole plan for my life going down the drain.  I had
assumed as a result of that game, that I had lost everything.  I had no
idea where things were going.  I had expected the worse. But, I had slept
with Brandon in his bed.  A dream I had had for several years, but it had
not occurred as I had dreamed it would.  I had found I had family I never
knew existed, and then Brandon took away all of my own identity.
Everything was gone.  There had been those few hours during the day when we
had dined, shopped and dined again where I had gotten to know Brandon.  I
had liked what I had seen and heard.

I had always hoped and dreamed some day I would find someone that would
love me.  Who would want to be with me.  I had seen and loved Brandon from
a distance. And then that love was shattered by the actions he had taken in
his efforts to be close to me.

But in the last 6 hours or so, I had found what I had perceived as the
total destruction of my life, was in fact the beginning of the fulfillment
of all my dreams.  I had found a man, ok so he was only 19, he was still a
man, who was willing to do anything and everything just to be with me.  Not
only did he want to be with me, but he loved me.  He had loved me for 12
years.  He wanted to be with me for the rest of my life.

Thinking back over the occurrences of the past 30 or so hours, given the
love I had found, I knew I wouldn't change a thing.  I loved and wanted
Brandon with all my heart, and it was very clear to me he loved and wanted
me just as much as I wanted him.  Maybe more so. He had committed his life
to somehow working out our lives so that we could be together even though
in the normal realm it would have never occurred.  What more could I ask
for?  Would I have done what Brandon did?  No.  I would just let things go
there on way, and hoped that things would work out.  But not Brandon.  He
made it happen.  Sure, I would have preferred for him to consult with me,
but it really didn't matter.  We were together, and if I had anything to
say about it, we would be for life.

I was still cuddled up close to Brandon and it felt so natural to be there.
In a few moments I also drifted off into that blissful state of rest.  I
didn't know what the future would hold, but I was confident Brandon and I
would be together.

Just as I drifted off to sleep my mind returned back to something Brandon
had said earlier.  I knew there was something I had to know and the sooner
the better.  Why had pa gone along with Brandon's idea?  Why?  Why?

TO BE CONTINUED.

Well, here it is.  I apologize for the delay, but it just couldn't be
helped.  Considering how I have been feeling I am really surprised I have
been able to get this segment out.  At my office everyone thinks of me as
being good, old solid Scott(y).  Most people think of me as being like
granite, but with the deaths of my friends, Grandma (a nickname for my
secretary) came in and told me she has never seen me this emotional.  Does
that give you a clue how it has affected me?  I know it will take time, but
I do hope that you will take my advice I gave at the beginning.  Please,
don't be afraid to let those you love know it.


Scotty