Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2010 17:06:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: luckylex@luckymail.com
Subject: Caleb's Arrival - Gay/High School

`Oh shit, not again!'  I thought as Dad's phone conversation took a
familiar turn.  Mum and Dad are foster parents for the local authority, and
I think they must be pretty high up the list judging by the number of kids
we've shared our house with over the years.

Of course, I realise that these kids needed somewhere to stay when their
families broke up for whatever reason, but did it always have to be us?

We've had everything from bed-wetting six year olds to spotty adolescents.
From pudgy pasty-faced girls to acne-riddled oily-skinned teen boys.
Fortunately they usually stayed for just a few nights before moving on to
somewhere more permanent, but I overheard Mum and Dad say that they
wouldn't mind taking on another kid permanently and giving up the
short-term fostering.  I just hoped that it wouldn't be anyone too hideous,
and hopefully it would be a girl so I wouldn't have to share a bedroom.

Maybe I should tell you a little about myself.  I'm Chris Westbrook, I'm
sixteen years old with brown hair and blue eyes.  I hate all sport except
cross-country running and tennis.  I've got a slim build and down below
I've got a little over six inches hard, which doesn't shrink too much when
it slackens off, so it always looks pretty respectable down there and
judging by the glances I get in the showers, some of the other guys are
pretty envious; either that or they're gay like me and just wish they had
the guts to reach out and grab.  Oh, and I'm uncut by the way, just like
most English kids.

When Dad put the phone down he turned sympathetically to me and said,
"Sorry son, it's another boy."  When we had a boy to stay Mum and Dad
usually put him in my room in case he felt lonely or upset.  At least I'd
be there to give him some support.  Unfortunately so far there hadn't been
a single kid who was remotely fanciable.

"OK Dad, tell me the worst."

"His name is Caleb Westfield, and he'll be fifteen next week.  He lost his
father in a motor accident two years ago and his mother has had difficulty
holding it together ever since.  From what I gather the poor kid's had an
awful lot to put up with because the woman's been on hard drugs ever since
she's been on her own.  She sold practically everything the family had to
fund her drug habit and Caleb suffered as a result, but apparently about a
year ago she put him forward for a modelling job and he's had a steady run
of work ever since.  The problem is that she's also spent every penny of
his earnings on drugs.  Things finally got to the stage where he couldn't
cope any longer, and rather than see her get any worse and do nothing about
it, he called social services and asked to be taken into care.  When they
turned up to see what was going on and looked at the state of the house,
not only did they take him into care but they convinced his mother to
undergo a rehabilitation programme.

Having said all that, I'm assured that Caleb is a well-adjusted, confident
young man, and I hope you two get on together.

"Caleb ... what kind of name is that?"  I asked.

"I think it's biblical."  Mum said.

"You say he's fifteen next week.  I suppose that's not too bad."  I said.

"Well, we'll find out in a couple of hours.  He should be here at about
eight o'clock.  Are you OK to share your room with him?"  Dad asked.

"Yea, sure."  I said, thinking that if he had been modelling, he should be
pretty good looking.  Maybe even as hunky as the kid who modelled the
really tight briefs in Mum's catalogue.  Now he really must have had
something shoved down his front.  No kid could look that good at that age.

"Chris, you'd better go upstairs and straighten things up in your room."
Dad said.

"Yes, and make sure all of your smelly socks are in the washing basket."
Mum added with a laugh.

"My socks do NOT smell!!" I said, feigning hurt.

"Not to you, maybe, but they sure do to me."  She replied, patting my butt.
"Now get upstairs and get tidying."

It was Friday evening and I was going to tidy my room over the weekend
anyway, so it wasn't really a hardship.

I made sure that everything was tidied away, put all my dirty washing into
the laundry basket and made sure there were empty drawers for Caleb's
clothes and a space in my wardrobe for anything that needed to be hung up.
Mum came in and made up the spare bed, which was identical to mine and was
parallel to mine with a single bedside cabinet in between.  It wasn't a
huge room, which meant that the spare bed was against the wall, and by
virtue of this fact I always managed to get a good look at foster kids when
they undressed, as they had no choice but to face my bed.  There was room
for a desk, which had my laptop on it and there was an armchair in case I
wanted to sit and read in peace.  After a quick glance around, Mum gave her
nod of approval before going back downstairs to get dinner dished up and on
the table.

I didn't realise it at the time, but there was one item that I hadn't put
in its proper place, and that item that would quickly break the ice between
Caleb and me.

Shortly after we'd finished dinner and cleared the table at about 7.50 the
doorbell rang and Dad went to answer it.  I heard Shelly's voice; Shelley
was the lady from Social Services who usually brought our foster kids, and
then I heard a pretty well-spoken adolescent voice, which was obviously
Caleb's.  He certainly sounded okay, but I left it to Dad to sort things
out in the hall and waited in the living room.  Eventually I heard Dad say,
"Just leave your things at the bottom of the stairs, Caleb, and I'll get
Chris to show you upstairs shortly.  Come into the living room and meet the
others."

I'm certain my bottom jaw touched the carpet when I saw Caleb for the first
time.  Not only was he like the undies model in Mum's catalogue, he WAS the
undies model in Mum's catalogue.  And was he cute or was he C-U-T-E?

"Chris ... Chris ... Chris ... I hear Mum saying.  "Are you okay Chris?"

I dragged myself back to the here and now and apologised.  "Sorry, folks, I
just sort of zoned out there."  I said.  "Hi Caleb, I'm pleased to meet
you."  If anybody cared to glance downwards, my cock would have shown them
just how pleased I was!!  "Come on, Caleb, let me show you upstairs."  I
said, leading him from the room.  I picked up one of his bags and he took
the other and followed me upstairs and into the bedroom.

"Hey, not bad." He said as he came through the door.

"Probably not what you're used to, you being a top model and all that."

Caleb hung his head.  "Oh, you know about that then."  He said.

"Yup, know about it and seen the pictures."  I said.

"You HAVEN'T!!!" He said, blushing.

"Mum has the undies catalogue."  I said.  "You look pretty good, though."
I added.

"Shit, that was the worst one of the lot.  My mum made me do it.  I never
wanted to in the first place, and it was soooo embarrassing."  He said.

"Why embarrassing."  I asked, sitting on the bed.

Caleb threw himself into the armchair.  "Well, there were two other boys
there.  One was about five and the other was about eight.  I was thirteen
then and we had to share a dressing room.  Of course, as we were modelling
underwear we got to see everything the others had.  I wasn't exactly
interested in them as they were much younger, but they were certainly
interested in what I had.  I'd started to get hair down there too, so you
can imagine the questions they asked."

"Wasn't there an adult there?  What do they call them, a ... a ..."

"A chaperone, yes there was, but he didn't really take any interest.  Plus
the photographer's assistant was an absolute pervert and he kept appearing
in the dressing room every time I had to change."

"Dirty bugger," I said, secretly wondering what it took to become a
photographer's assistant.

"Did you ... um ... well,"

"I know what you're going to ask me."  He said.  "Everyone asks the same
thing, but no, there was no padding, it was all me."  He said with a grin.

"Lucky boy."  I said.

"I suppose I am, I've always been advanced for my age.  I got my first
fuzzy pubes when I was eleven."

"No kidding!!" I said.  "I suppose I'm pretty average down there."

"Wanna compare?"  Caleb asked, hands on belt.

`Hold on,' I found myself thinking.  `I've only known this kid for five
minutes and he wants to get into my pants.'  Then I thought again; `What am
I saying?  I want to get into his pants just as much.'

"OK," I said before I had time to think again.  We both lowered our
trousers to our knees and I saw that Caleb was wearing tight white briefs,
and if I wasn't mistaken there was some movement inside them.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Just a minute."  I said as I shuffled across the room and locked the door.
Rather than shuffle back I kicked off my jeans and walked back to him.
"OK, Ready."

We both lowered our pants and, sure enough, Caleb's cock was throbbing with
his heartbeat and growing at every throb.  Of course, under the
circumstances I had no control over my own manhood and it too was
stiffening up.

"Shit, you're bigger than me down there."  I said.

"Not much though," Caleb said, staring.  I had to swallow hard because I
was salivating at an alarming rate and almost stared drooling.

"And you're not even fifteen yet!" I marvelled.

"Not until next week."  He replied.

"Are you decent, boys?"  Mum's voice asked from outside the door.  You have
never seen two kids stuff their cocks away faster than we did just then.

"Just a sec, Mum."  I said, battling to get my jeans back on while walking
to the door.  I looked around to make sure that Caleb was covered and saw
that he was sitting on his bed looking flushed but presentable, so I opened
the door.

"Why did you have the door locked?"  Mum asked.

"Oh, I was just having a heart to heart with Caleb and thought we'd be
better in private."

"Oh, I'm sorry to have interrupted you."  She said.  "It's just that I
wanted to check that Caleb would eat pork chops.  I'm sure he must be
hungry and I could cook him one quickly with a few chips (that's fries to
our American cousins)."

"That would be great Mrs Westbrook."  He said.

"OK, I'll leave you to your talk then."  She said and closed the door
behind her.

Caleb let out a huge sigh of relief.  "Man, that was close."  He said.

"Sure was."  I said, shoving my hand down the front of my trousers and
adjusting my hastily wrapped package.  "But Mum never comes in without
asking.  She caught me once, and she's always been wary since then."

"Caught you what?"  He asked.

"What do you think?"  I replied.

"No shit!" he said.  "Bloody embarrassing."

"For both of us."  I replied.

"Still, it's good to know that we won't get caught."  Caleb said.

I didn't comment at the time, but I thought that that statement was full of
promise.

"Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is, then I'll give you a hand to
put your things away."  I said.

"You know, I was dreading coming here."  Caleb said as we walked along to
the bathroom.  "I didn't know what to expect, but I'd heard rumours that
foster parents are only in it for the money, and they treat their foster
kids as servants.  But somehow I don't think it'll be like that here."

"Mum and Dad are pretty cool," I said.  "I'm not saying that you'll get
away with murder, but they're fairly easy going."

"Just as well," Caleb replied.  "With my Mum the way she is, I think this
may be a long-term thing.  If you'll all have me."

"So far, so good."  I said.  "I think it could work okay."

"While we're here, I need to pee."  He said.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it."  I said.

"Don't worry," Caleb said.  "You've already seen what I've got, and I'm not
exactly modest, at least; not with you."  He said, pulling out his now limp
cock and letting loose with a golden stream.

I began to get hard again, so I walked back to the bedroom, readjusting
myself as I went.  I was joined a couple of minutes later by Caleb who took
the first of his bags and began to unpack.  "I want to get out of this
school uniform," he said, "but my other gear is not very presentable.  Mum
didn't spend much money on clothes, but she always made sure that I looked
good for school."

Caleb's casual clothes were pretty shabby, and very well-worn.  "I think
Mum and Dad will probably take you out and get you some new gear."  I said
as he changed into them.

"Would they do that?"  He asked.  "I don't want to be a burden, or for them
to be out of pocket."

"I wouldn't worry about that."  I said.  "We're not the wealthiest of
families, but we're not short of cash.  Mum and Dad are thinking of moving
to somewhere bigger, but Mum grew up in this house and she's reluctant to
move, even though we could afford somewhere a lot bigger."

"Yea, but even so, I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not."  I said.  "At least, not in my opinion."

"I don't know what we're going to do about school."  Caleb said.  "I go to
Collis Hill Secondary, but that's across town, so it could be difficult."

"Well, in the past we've managed to get foster kids into the local school.
It's not bad there, and Mum teaches languages there, so kids tend to leave
me alone."

"What do you mean, leave you alone?"  He asked.

"Well, ... ... the truth is ... ... well, you're going to find out anyway.
I was outed last year."

I waited for Caleb's reaction, expecting fear, hostility or worse.

"Outed?  You mean you're gay?"

I nodded, still apprehensive.

"Wow." He said.

"Wow?  That's all you have to say?"  I asked.

"Yea.  If you're gay, you're gay.  I don't have a problem with that."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't like putting labels on people."  He said.  "I don't know what I'd
call myself.  I've had fun with boys and girls, and I like both.  I
probably like boys best at the moment, but I'm keeping my options open."
He added.

"I've never been with a girl."  I said.  "Girls just don't do it for me.  I
have a very good friend named Charlie.  She's been a good friend for
several years.  Originally she was trying to get into my pants, but when I
was outed, rather try to convert me to being straight, she became a really
good friend.  I think if I could fancy a girl, she would be the one, but it
just doesn't work that way with me."

"What about guys?"  Caleb asked, continuing to unpack.

"Yea, I've had a couple of flings, but nothing serious.  The only boy I
really liked was the one who outed me.  I misread the signals and came on
to him and be blabbed to the whole school."

"Just a minute," Caleb said.  "Your Mum teaches at the school, so does that
mean that she knows about you being gay?"

"Yea."  I said, "Mum and Dad know, but they think it's probably just a
phase I'm going through.  I've told them it's not, but they think they know
best.  They're OK with it at them moment, but when they realise it's for
real, they may not be so accepting."

"Well, I hope for your sake they are."  He said.  "Now, where can I put all
this stuff?"  He asked.  I pointed out where everything went and he began
putting stuff away.

"Oh, and anything you might need during the night you can put in the bottom
drawer of the bedside cabinet."  I said.  Caleb grabbed a book and an
inhaler and opened the bottom drawer and then stopped dead.  He looked into
the drawer and then began to giggle.

"And what, may I ask, is this?"  He asked pulling out a disreputable piece
of yellow-stained cloth with the tips of his fingers.  "Is this what I
think it is?"  There was a sneaky smile on his face as I realised what he
was talking about.  Of course, it was my `clean up' cloth, and this was
what I referred to earlier on as the `ice-breaker'.

"Shit, Caleb, I'm sorry.  I didn't realise I'd put that in there."  I said,
snatching it off him.

"I'll bet."  Caleb said, snatching it back.  "Hmmm, sweet."  He said,
raising it to his nose.  "Wouldn't mind tasting the fresh stuff a bit
later."

"Caleb, that's GROSS!!"  I said, snatching the cloth back again and hastily
shoving it into the top drawer.

"I usually use these."  He said, putting a box of tissues into the bottom
drawer, "But no doubt you'd have found that out before very long."

"Caleb, is nothing sacred?"  I asked.

He thought for a moment.  "If we've got to share a room, then no."  He
said.

"Your meal's ready, Caleb."  Mum called up the stairs.

"Come on," he said.  "We'll talk more later."

"Just talk?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"We'll see, you randy perv."  Caleb said, "Ummm ... I don't have any
slippers."  He said.

"Don't worry." I said, "As you can see, I just wear my socks, or I go
around barefoot.  They won't mind."

"See you downstairs."  He replied and disappeared out of the bedroom door.

I put Caleb's empty bags on top of the wardrobe, tidied around a little and
then went downstairs to join the rest of the family in the kitchen, which
is where we usually gravitated to if one or all of us were eating.  As I
entered the room the conversation stopped abruptly.  "Somebody talking
about me?"  I asked.

"Now why would you think that, big head?"  My Dad asked with a grin.

"Why else would you have stopped?"  I asked.  "Come on, tell me all."

"You'll never hear good of yourself that way."  Mum said.

"Ah, so you were running me down then."  I said in jest.

"No, your parents were asking me how we were getting on, and I told them
the truth."

"Not the whole truth, I hope," I said with a grin.  Caleb grinned back at
me as I went to him and ruffled his hair.

"Hey, you're behaving like brothers already."  Dad said.  "It's good to
see."  He gave me a wink and mouthed the words `thank you' behind Caleb's
back.  I gave him the `thumbs up' and sat down next to Caleb and pinched a
chip off his plate.

"No tomato ketchup?"  I asked.

"Can't stand the stuff."  Caleb replied.

"Hooray," Mum said.  "Chris eats enough for two as it is."

"How can you NOT like ketchup?" I asked, stealing another chip.  Caleb
slapped my wrist as I did so, then wondered if he had overstepped the mark
and blushed.

"Looks like Chris has met his match at long last."  Mum said, putting Caleb
at ease.  He was certainly tucking into his food.  "Is that all right for
you, Caleb?"  Mum asked.

"Fantastic, Mrs Westbrook.  I've had nothing but microwave ready meals for
as long as I can remember.  I'd forgotten what real food tasted like."

Mum preened herself with pride as Calvin gave me a wink, showing that he
was piling on the flattery.  I think he could probably charm the birds out
of the trees.  He certainly had my parents where he wanted them; and if he
played his cards right, he could have me where he wanted me too.  But that
would come a little later on.

As there was no school the following day Caleb and I were allowed to stay
up pretty late.  It had been a horrendous day for Caleb, all things
considered, but he seemed to have come through it very well, but just
occasionally I caught sight of a chink in his armour and saw the vulnerable
young boy hiding behind it, not sure of his future and not wanting to go
back over his past.  Mum and Dad sat in the two armchairs and Caleb and I
shared the sofa.  As the evening wore on we changed our position, laying
with our backs to the arms with our feet together in the middle of the
sofa.  Mum and Dad were pretty engrossed in the television programme and I
let my foot slide between Caleb's legs until my toes were against his
crotch.  I gave him a little rub and he turned and grinned at me, then
slipped his foot up and began to massage my cock which was already at half
mast.  After a few minutes stimulation I was approaching the point of no
return and it took all my strength to push his foot away from my crotch
before I went over the top, and the whole thing turned into a mini
wrestling match.

"Hey you two," Dad said.  If you're going to horse around, you'd better do
it up in the bedroom and leave me an your mother in peace."

"OK Dad," I said, I'm pretty bushed anyway.  I'll see you both in the
morning.  Are you coming, Caleb?"

"Yea, sure.  Goodnight Mr And Mrs Westbrook.  I'll see you in the morning."

"OK Caleb, but just a couple of things before you go up.  We'll have to
decide what you're going to call us if you're going to be with us for a
while, but we can do that tomorrow if you want to give it some thought.
The other thing is just to say if you need us during the night, don't
hesitate to wake us.  Chris is a pretty good shoulder to cry on too, and it
wouldn't be the first time.  I know you're with strangers in a strange
place, but try to get some sleep and we'll see you in the morning.
Goodnight."

There was a tear in Caleb's eye as he left the room and he was sniffing
hard as I followed him up the stairs, admiring his cute bubble butt on the
way, and once we got into the bedroom the floodgates opened.  I held out my
arms and he came to me, so I really was `a shoulder to cry on'.

I sat him down next to me and just held him while all the angst came
pouring out.  Caleb kept trying to apologise, but I told him just to let it
all go.  The sobs slowed almost to a stop several times and then started up
again.  I didn't know quite what was going through his head.  All I could
do was be there for him and make soothing noises.  A little later I heard
Mum and Dad come up the stairs and it was during one of Caleb's louder
moments.  Dad tapped on the door and popped his head around it.  "Are you
OK, Chris?" he asked.  I smiled and nodded and he gave me the `thumbs up'
and closed the door again.

"You've all been so good to me," Caleb wailed, "and all I do is cry my eyes
out."

"Don't be daft," I said.  "It's a good thing that you've been able to let
it all out.  Just think of it as letting out all of your unhappy past, and
only the happy memories will be left.  Then you can face the future with
more positivity."

"Are you sure you're only sixteen years old?"  Caleb asked looking up at
me.  "You seem to me like an experienced philosopher."

"Just remember, I've had foster kids here before."  I said, gazing down
into his beautiful eyes.

"And do you treat them all like me?"  He asked.

"Not quite."  I said as I leaned down and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"Are we going to get undressed now?"  He asked with a grin.

"Yes please."  I said, waggling my eyebrows and looking as lascivious as I
could.  Caleb laughed.

"That's a good sound to hear," I said as I reached down and pulled the
bottom of his T-shirt upwards.  Caleb leaned away from me and raised his
arms so I could pull it right off.  His nipples stood out like organ stops
and I couldn't resist kissing each one lightly causing him to moan softly.

I unbuckled his belt one-handed while I ran the other over his chest, then
reached down and unzipped his fly.  Caleb stood and his jeans fell to his
knees revealing his hard erection trapped inside his briefs.  He pushed
them down and off and with them went his socks.  Even his feet were
perfect, and believe me I don't have a foot fetish, bit in his case I was
willing to make an exception.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready and waiting."  Caleb replied.  I took the waistband of his
underpants and pulled it out and down over his wonderful boyhood, which was
standing almost to attention and pulsing with every heartbeat.

"Gosh, you are big down here," I said, leaning forwards and kissing the tip
of his exposed glans.

"Wow. That feels good."  Caleb said, "But let me get you undressed now."

We stood, and before Caleb had a chance to begin stripping me, I couldn't
resist reaching out and gently caressing his rampant cock, which had begun
leaking precum."

"Please be very careful, Chris," He said, "I'm almost there."  I bet over
and kissed his glans again and he pushed me away.  "Don't!  Not yet,
please."  He begged.

I stood and let him unbutton my shirt.  He pushed it back over my shoulders
but as I hadn't unbuttoned my sleeves it acted a little like a straight
jacket as he leaned forwards and nibbled on my nipples, causing them to
stand proud.  He continued to nibble as he rubbed his hand against my
package.  I was uncomfortably swollen inside my clothes, but it felt sooooo
good.

Before I knew it my shirt was right off, my belt was loosened and my zip
lowered.  The pressure was released to some extent an my hard cock burst
out of my flies, still covered by my underpants which now had a huge wet
patch on the front.  Speaking of wetness, a bead of precum from Caleb's
cock was beginning to form a hanging string, so I quickly scooped it up
with my fingers and placed it on my tongue.  It was a little salty, but not
unpleasant.

Unceremoniously Caleb wrenched my underpants down to join my trousers, then
he pushed them down to my ankles and I stepped out of them, and then raised
one foot at a time so he could remove my socks.  He stood and stepped back
and we stood gazing at each others' naked bodies.  I couldn't believe that
Caleb was so much younger than me.  It's true that he was smaller
physically, but sexually he was slightly ahead of me and certainly had a
great set of equipment between his legs.

Without warning Caleb dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.
First just the head, while his tongue went to work on my glans, then I felt
myself disappearing further into his mouth until I felt his nose in my
pubes.  Never had any other guy managed to get so much of my cock in his
mouth, so I knew that Caleb must have had a lot of experience.  I would
have to ask him about that, but just at this moment I was unable to form
words in my brain, let alone with my mouth.

The next thing I knew I was being pushed backwards on to my bed and Caleb
knelt across me and once again began playing with my nipples.  While he did
this his precum was dripping into my pubes, which was turning me on even
more.  "Can you reach the bottom drawer?"  Caleb asked.

"I think so, why?" I asked

"There's a little blue and white tube in there.  Would you pass it to me?

I reached down and opened the drawer and pulled out the tube in question.
Immediately I saw the letters `KY' I knew what this was, but only because I
had read about it in stories.  "We're not going to ... ...?"  I asked

Caleb took the tube from me, nodding his head and grinning hugely.

"Oh yes we are."  He said.  I want you to fuck me."  He said.

"But I've never ... I mean ... we can't ..."  I stammered

"You mean you're a virgin, don't you?"  Caleb asked.

I nodded.  "Don't tell me you've already ... well ... done it?"  I asked

"I shagged a girl once, but I've never actually been fucked."  Caleb said.

"But you want me to ... well ..."

"The word is `fuck', Chris."  Caleb said.  "Don't be frightened of saying
it."

"Not only am I frightened of saying it, I'm frightened of doing it."  I
said candidly.

"Why?"  Caleb asked.

"Because a) You're too young.  b) My parents are responsible for what
happens while you're here.  c) We've only just met, and d) ... ... ..."

"OK, OK," Caleb said.  "It's just that, well, I like you, Chris.  I like
you a lot."

"God, the feeling is mutual, Caleb, but we don't have to rush into things.
Let's just ... well, mess around together for now."

And mess around we did, that night and many nights thereafter.  Caleb's
mother completed her spell in rehab and rather than leave her to manage on
her own she came to live with us.  After a couple of months we were all
getting on so well that Mum and Dad decided to move into a the bigger house
that they had been promising themselves.  It was a bit of a wrench for Mum
because she was born in the old house, but we did it.  Because of the new
set-up Caleb's Mum agreed to become our live-in housekeeper.  Mum and Dad
surprised us be asking if we wanted a double bed as we always seemed to
sleep together.  I had no idea that they knew, but they obviously did and
they accepted it.  Years afterwards they told us that they suspeced from
the first night that Caleb and I were going to be a couple, but were a
little frightened to admit it to themselves.  Over the years I occasionally
had to put up with Caleb chasing after a girl, but I knew he'd always come
back to me.  If he'd gone after another guy I'm sure I would have been
furious. But that never happened.

Caleb's Mum stayed clean for around ten years, but then she disappeared one
day and was found dead three months after her disappearance.  She had gone
back to her old ways and finally had overdosed.  Caleb fell apart for a few
weeks, but eventually pulled himself together with our help and support.

Today we are as happy as we were way back then, and the sex gets better
every time.  I say a silent prayer every morning thanking God that he gave
Caleb to me, and I pray that we will always be together and as happy as we
are today.