Date: Fri, 05 May 2000 09:48:15 PDT
From: Chip Dyp <chipdyp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Judgment Error 1-2

	The following program contains material suited for a mature
audience.  If you are not over 18 you should be leaving now.  Of course I
can't control you and neither can anyone else really.  This story is
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Judgment Error- Chapters 1 & 2
by:  Chip Dyp  (chipdyp@hotmail.com)


CHAPTER 1

	We had moved from the big city of Toronto to a small city on the Canadian
prairies at the end of the school year.  My father had gotten a promotion in
his company and had leapt at the chance to move back to his home province.
That would allow him to be closer to my remaining grandparent, his mother.
My parents had broken the news to me at Christmas and I had waged a losing
campaign to stay in Toronto on my own for grades 12 and 13.  So as the
school year finally came to a close, my friends and I said our tearful good
byes and made the customary promises to write and call often.  There was
only one thing that would have made the move any harder.  Due to dumb luck,
my ex, Colin, had broken up with me after he had finished university for the
year.

	I just realised that I have not properly introduced myself, an offence for
which I beg your forgiveness.  My name is Ian Reynold.  I am seventeen
although my friends constantly tell me that I look all of 12 on a good day.
I stand 5'2" and weigh a whopping 105 lbs soaking wet.  I am also an albino.
  Now just for the record let me say that I have no problem with my looks,
although the light sensitivity part sucks.  My hair is long and snow white,
while my eyes are a pastel pink.  To avoid making people too terribly
uncomfortable, I have taken to wearing cosmetic contacts that turn my eyes a
piercing green.  My hair is always tied back and when the light is too
bright for my eyes you will find me behind a pair of black Ray Bans.  I am
also gay and I am out of the closet so to speak--or at least I was before
the move.

	During the long drive across the gaping expanse that is Canada, my mother
suggested that I might want to keep my sexuality under wraps.  She explained
that although I had been accepted in my old High School, the students in my
new school might be a little more homophobic and closed-minded.  I wasn't an
idiot.  I was catching her drift.  Why expose myself to taunts from the
rednecks when in all likelihood there would be no gain?  I made a conscious
decision to remain celibate until I could move onto university.  Hopefully
there, I'd be able to resume my life without a lot of fear.  At least that
was the plan until I met Stefan.

	I had few expectations of what my new home would like.  My parents had
bought it when they had been out west during Easter break and told me that
its appearance would be a surprise.  I was pleasantly surprised.  The house
was larger than our old house on the outside and much to my delight had a
pool out back.  I slowly walked through the main floor of the house
exploring every nook and cranny.  My parents sat on the stairs leading to
the second floor and watched as I took in my new environment.  I slipped
between my parents and walked upstairs to examine the sleeping quarters.
Aside from the master bedroom and a full bath there were two additional
bedrooms on the second level.  The first that I examined had a bright red
carpet and had a flowery design on the wallpaper.  The second bedroom was no
better having a bright blue carpet and Sesame Street wallpaper.  I walked
out of the bedroom and headed towards the stairs.

	"My furniture doesn't exactly match the colour scheme in either of those
rooms," I said.  I stopped on the stairs behind my parents.

	"We know.  However we thought you might like the bedroom downstairs.  We
had it redecorated in a style more suited to your taste," Dad explained.
"Would you like to see it?"

	I gestured for my parents to lead the way and my mom and dad ushered me
towards the door to the basement. They flipped on the light and let me take
the lead. The basement lights were dim compared to upstairs and I realised
my parents had gotten the contractor or decorator to lower the wattage of
the bulbs so that I would not have to wear my shades in the basement.  I
removed my sunglasses and took in the empty family room. Running along the
right side was a hallway that held the doors to three rooms.  I opened the
first door and poked my head in.

	"That's going to be a storage room," Mom explained.

	I pulled the door shut and walked to the next door.  I opened the door and
flipped the light switch.  The room was a bathroom.

	"Your bathroom.  If you want we can get you some dimmer light bulbs if the
lights are too bright," my father said.

	"No, these ones should be good."

	I walked to the final door and reached for the light switch.  I found what
had to be a dimmer knob so I gave it a twist to bring up the light level in
the room.  The shock immediately registered on my face.  The room was
massive and had a colour scheme that I instantly approved of.  The walls
were a flat matte black and the carpet was a dark grey.  My parents left me
alone in my room once they were sure I was happy with it.  Before they left
though my father handed me an envelope.  I sat in the middle of the room and
opened the envelope and was surprised to find an invoice for a brand new
Power Mac G3.  Also included was a note that said that my father knew that I
didn't want to be in Saskatchewan but that he hoped that I would be able to
stay in touch with my friends using the computer and an Internet connection
that he was going to pay for.  I lay back on the floor and closed my eyes.
Maybe this living in Saskatchewan wouldn't be too bad after all.  Then I
heard chimes, which I assumed, must be the doorbell.

	I sat up and decided that I should put my best foot forward.  Maybe making
new friends wouldn't be so hard.  I turned off the lights in my room and
walked up the stairs.  When I opened the basement door I was assaulted by
the bright sunlight streaming through the windows.  I quickly put on my
omnipresent shades and emerged from the basement.  I made a mental note that
I would have to remind my parents that reducing the light level would
probably be a good thing.  I walked towards the front door to see who had
come a calling.

	My parents were standing at the door chatting with a couple that were
obviously eager to meet their new neighbours.  I glanced towards the door
and was greeted with an expression of surprise from the woman.  My
expression did not change as I was used to get some weird looks over my
appearance. My mother introduced me to Mr. and Mrs. Boychuk and their son
Stefan.  From my vantage point I couldn't see their son but I assumed that
he was there.

	Mrs. Boychuk smiled at me and asked in that condescending tone that adults
sometimes use with kids, "My you're a big boy.  And how old are you?"

	Mimicking her tone I shot back, "I'm seventeen. And how old are you little
girl?"

	My mom shot me the look that told me to smarten up and apologized for my
behaviour.  Mrs. Boychuk said that no apology was necessary and then pushed
the most perfect man I had ever seen in front of her.  He was at least six
feet tall and had medium length brown hair.  He was wearing a pair of cut
offs and had on a t-shirt from Moist's last concert.

	"This is Stefan," Mrs. Boychuk said.  "He's seventeen too, aren't you
Stefan?"

	"Mom, I can talk for myself.  Hi Ian."

	"Hi Stefan."

	"Did you want to go do something?"

	I shrugged and said sure and then looked to my parents for their tacit
approval.  They told me to let Louis and Lestat out of the Blazer and to
bring them into the house before we went anywhere.  I walked over to the
Blazer and took the cat carrier out of the back.  Stefan came over and took
a look at the Siamese cats that I had named for a pair of Vampires.

	"Would you like a hand with the carrier?" he asked.

	"Sure.  You take the carrier and I'll grab the litter box and their food."

	Stefan lifted the cat carrier and gently carted it into the house.  I
grabbed the remaining cat essentials and closed the back door of the Blazer.
  We put the cats into the house.  I dropped the food and litter box in the
front hallway.

	"Not too long Stefan.  We're having the Reynolds over for supper tonight."
Mrs Boychuk told her son as we walked out the front door.

	"Okay.  We'll just go to the park."

	With Stefan leading the way, we headed over to a park I had seen as we had
driven past.  Stefan grabbed a basketball from his house as we had walked by
and was dribbling it on the sidewalk as we walked and talked. Upon arriving
at the park, we took turns taking foul shots as we talked about ourselves.
After shooting foul shots for a bit we got competitive and started playing
Horse.  It was a close game but I had nowhere near the amount of skill that
Stefan had on the court.  But then again my mind was not on the game at
hand.  Instead I was admiring Stefan's hard body and his well-packed basket.

	As we headed back to his house for supper Stefan asked me if I wanted to go
and see a movie that night with some friends of his.

	I thought for a quick moment about the offer.  I didn't want to tag along
if he didn't want me around, but then again this would be a great way to
meet people.  "I'd love to."

	"Great.  I think you'll like the guys."  Stefan said with a smile.

	We entered his house and he ushered me to the door that led to the
basement.  I removed my shoes and followed Stefan downstairs to his room.
He flicked the lights on in his room and turned on the stereo.  He looked at
his answering machine for a minute and then told me he was going to have a
quick shower before supper and that I could play on his N64 while he was
gone.  He pulled off his shirt and I sat there with my eyes fixed on his
muscular but hairless chest.  I quickly averted my eyes as he continued
taking off all of his clothes.  The desire to look at this muscular young
man was great but the desire to keep my little secret protected was greater.
  Stefan wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the adjoining
bathroom.  Once he closed the door to the bathroom I started breathing again
and I silently urged my slowly stiffening cock to go soft again.  I turned
on the N64 and turned my attention to flying an airplane and not crashing.
I was concentrating so hard on keeping the plane flying that I didn't hear
Stefan emerged from the shower a few minutes later. However I did see him
out of the corner of my eye.  Needless to say the plane crashed.  Stefan had
the typical abdominal six-pack but yet was not overly muscular.  His soft
4.5" cock dangled between his legs backed by a pair of low hanging balls.
Stefan slowly finished towelling himself off and I pried my eyes off his
body, hoping that I hadn't been caught looking.  Stefan pulled on a pair of
boxer's and a pair of jeans.  As he rummaged around in his drawers for a
shirt to wear he described his friends.  They sounded like a nice group of
people, and I was a little nervous about meeting them.

	After a barbecue supper, Stefan and I hopped into his parent's car and
headed to pick up a couple of his friends.  After picking up his friends and
meeting them we drove to the theatre, where we met up with his other
friends.  After the movie ended we went for coffee at Humpty's and talked
about our plans for the summer.  I found that most of Stefan's friends had
cabins at a nearby lake and that they spent most of their summers there.  A
couple of his friends were heading to Estevan for the summer to work in the
oil patch and were hoping to make enough to go on the European trip that the
school ran every year.  It appeared that Stefan and I were the only ones
without any real plans for the summer.  After three hours of enjoying the
free coffee refills the waitress told us to scram so we all headed home.
Stefan dropped off his two other friends and then headed back to his house.
He pulled the car into the garage and I thanked him for inviting me to the
movie.  He smiled his killer smile and asked what I was doing the next day.
I shrugged.  I had no plans but I had no idea what my parents had planned.
I told him to stop by the house tomorrow, as we wouldn't be getting phone
service until tomorrow afternoon.  I said good-bye and I headed to my new
home.  There was still no furniture in the house but that would be remedied
tomorrow when the moving van arrived.  I grabbed the sleeping bag and my
suitcase that my parents had left for me by the stairs and I headed down to
my room with Louis and Lestat both following close behind.

	After cleaning up for the night, I unrolled my sleeping bag in the middle
of my room and bunched my clothes up into a makeshift pillow.  I always
sleep in the nude and tonight was no exception.  I closed my eyes and tried
to get to sleep but I couldn't.  My balls needed some release after having
no release for three long days.  As accepting as my parents were about my
sexuality, I had no intention of letting them catch me doing anything even
remotely sexual.  My mind quickly slipped into my favourite masturbation
fantasy, and I felt my prick beginning to rise. Finally, my cock reached its
full seven-inch length and I could feel the tip ooze out precum into the
lining of the sleeping bag.  I unzipped the bag and slowly started working
my hand up and down the length of the cock. I used some of the precum to
lubricate the head of my cock and I provided supplemental lube in the form
of saliva.  Slowly my strokes increased in tempo as I drew closer and closer
to the eagerly awaited climax.  Finally I felt my balls draw up and my cock
erupted spewing the cum all over my chest and belly. I carefully stood up
and walked to the bathroom so I could clean myself up.  After washing my
stomach and chest off and taking another piss, I crawled back into the
sleeping bag and fell promptly to sleep.

CHAPTER 2

	I awoke the nest morning to a knocking sound on my door.  I opened my eyes
and looked towards the doorway.  My father was standing at the door.

	"Get a move on sport.  The movers are here and I'm sure you want your
stuff."

	I groaned and said I'd be up in a minute.  My dad turned and headed
upstairs with the two felines following close behind.  I pulled on a clean
pair of briefs and dug out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the depths of
my suitcase.  I rolled up my sleeping bag and tossed it and my suitcase into
the washroom where I hoped they would be out of the way.  I quickly brushed
my hair and my teeth and put in my contacts.  I pulled the door closed and
made my way up to the kitchen where I hoped that I would find some sort of
breakfast.

	I had put on my sunglasses before emerging from the basement and was
rewarded by not being temporary blinded by the morning sun.  I walked into
the kitchen where I found my mom and dad talking.  On the table was a box of
Timbits and a coffee that I assumed were for me.  I took out a couple of
Timbits and slowly chewed on them while drinking my coffee and looking out
the back window at the pool and deck.  Then I heard my dad snap his fingers
in an attempt to get my attention.

	"Ian, I need you to go pick up a few pool supplies while your mother and I
supervise the movers."

	"Sure.  What do we need?"

	"I made up a list.  All you have to do is go to Canadian Tire and pick it
up.  Here's the Canadian Tire Card.  Also you can pick up your new computer
and set up your Internet access at The Computer Store.  It's all paid for so
all you have to do is tell them what you want for an email address."

	"Cool.  Did you want me to go now?"

	"If you could.  Did you have other plans?"

	"No, no other plans.  If Stefan stops by tell him I'll talk to him later."

	"All right"

	I examined the list that my father had handed me.  We needed the usual
chemicals as well as a skimmer and a pool vacuum.  In addition I noticed
that my mother had added a variety of safety items at the bottom of the
list.  My dad handed me the keys to the Blazer and gave me the standard be
careful while you are driving speech.

	I walked to the front door and just about ran into Stefan, as I wasn't
watching where I was going.  "Morning," I said as I quickly regained my
composure.

	"Morning.  Whatcha up to?"

	"I've got to go buy some pool supplies and run a few errands.  Want to
come?"

	"Sounds good to me.  I can give you a little tour of town and all of it's
wondrous attractions."

	We both started laughing the minute Stefan mentioned wondrous attractions.
Very few of his friends were enamoured by the town and were eagerly awaiting
their chance to escape.  We walked over to the Blazer and I unlocked
Stefan's door and then walked around to the driver's side of the vehicle.
Stefan had no trouble climbing into the Blazer, while I had the typical
difficulties.  They don't make Blazers for short people, that's for damn
sure.  I adjusted the seat and the mirrors so that I would have some idea
what was behind the vehicle and started the engine.  I cautiously backed out
onto the street, put the Blazer in drive and we were on our way--in the
wrong direction as Stefan so kindly put it once he found out where we had to
go.  I turned the Blazer around and we were off to the Canadian Tire for the
pool supplies.

	Once I had collected and paid for the pool supplies, Stefan and I pushed
the cart out to the Blazer.  I opened the back door and we loaded the
chemicals into the back.  Once we had gotten everything loaded, I pushed the
cart out of the way and we headed to The Computer Store.

	At The Computer Store Stefan went and looked at the games while I went to
collect my computer.  I showed the salesman the invoice and he got my
computer out of the back room.  Stefan came over and whistled as the
salesman ensured that everything listed on the invoice was indeed there.
Once he had finished checking the order over he had me fill in a few forms
for my Internet connection and I was done.  The salesman hauled the boxes
over to the Blazer and helped me pack them in.  My errands done I asked
Stefan what he wanted to do.

	Stefan shrugged.  "Don't you have some unpacking to do?"

	"Yeah but I can do it later."

	"Would you like some help?"

	"You want to help?  All I really have to do is put things away.  The movers
are supposed to bring everything downstairs to the room."

	"Nothing else to do.  Besides, I want to see how fast that computer of
yours really is."

	"Sounds like a plan to me."

	I put the Blazer into gear and began the drive home via the scenic route.
We arrived at the house a short time later and I backed into the driveway
beside the moving van.  I shut down the Blazer and hopped out of the
driver's seat.  I opened the back door of the Blazer and then realised I had
no idea where my father wanted to store the chemicals.  I told Stefan to
wait there for a second while I went to talk to my dad.  I dodged movers as
I entered the front door of the house, and I found both mom and dad
directing the movers and instructing them where everything was to go.  I
caught my dad's attention and asked where the chemicals were to go.  He came
with me to the garage and pointed out which corner of the garage was to be
the new home for the chemicals.  My dad then slipped back into the house to
ensure that there were no problems with the movers.

	Stefan and I unloaded the chemicals and put them into their corner.  My
stomach growled as I walked towards the Blazer indicating that it needed to
be fed.  Stefan heard the gurgling and laughed at me.

	"I don't know about you man but I only had Timbits for breakfast.  Are you
as hungry as I am?"  I asked as I carefully pulled the computer out of the
back seat.

	"Yeah, but I'm a growing boy.  I'm always hungry."

	"Tell you what I'll treat you to lunch once we have the computer in the
basement.  It's the least I can do for all your help."

	"Sounds like a plan."

	We lugged the computer and the other components that made up the system
down the stairs into the basement and into my room.  Stefan was visibly
impressed as we walked into the box and furniture filled room.  We dropped
the computer off beside the other boxes, and headed back up the stairs.

	After a quick lunch, we arrived back at the house just as the movers were
leaving.  We walked into the basement and attacked my room in an attempt to
make it at least habitable.  It didn't take long to move everything around
and full boxes quickly transformed into empty boxes.  Once we had unpacked
the final box from the move, we worked on setting up the computer.  It
didn't take long and soon we were surfing the web.

	Stefan hadn't done a lot of surfing on the net so I let him click
everywhere as I watched with amusement.  We explored a couple of anime sites
and checked into a few Star Wars sites.  We lost complete track of the time
and were surprised when we heard a knock at my door.  The door opened to
reveal my mother.

	"Hi Stefan.  We are just about to eat would you like to stay for supper?"

	"I'll have to call my mom.  Oh wow, I'm late.  Can I use your phone Ian?"

	I quickly closed the net connection and handed him the phone.  He dialled
his number and I got up and gave him a little bit of privacy.  I walked over
to the door and asked what culinary dish my mother had prepared for supper.

	"Colonel Sanders did the cooking," was her reply.

	I smiled.  There was nothing better than greasy fried chicken.

	"If Stefan can stay for supper come on up.  It's here and your father is
fending off the brave little hunters.  You know how they love chicken."

	I laughed as the image of my grandmother chasing the cats around her house
after they had stolen a couple of pieces of chicken from an unguarded bucket
came to my mind.  I nodded my head.  "I'll be up right away.  I'll just wait
to see if Stefan can stay."

	My mom turned around and headed upstairs.  I spun around just as Stefan
hung up the phone.

	"I can stay.  My mom wasn't happy, but I convinced her that your mom didn't
mind."

	"Cool.  Well let's go before the cats manage to steal it all."

	We walked up the stairs and I cautiously opened the basement door in an
attempt to protect my eyes.  The sun had gone down far enough that my eyes
could handle the light without my sunglasses and so Stefan and I sat up to
the table where my parents were waiting.  As we slowly worked our way
through the bounty that the Colonel had so thoughtfully provided, my parents
played the role of the Spanish Inquisition.  My parents had the inquisition
down to a science and Stefan found himself being bombarded with questions on
every aspect of his life.  I just smiled at Stefan and rolled my eyes as my
mother asked question after question about the town and about the school.
To his credit, Stefan acquitted himself quite well as he answered question
after question.  As supper slowly wound to a close my mother surprised me
with a question.

	"So what are you boys doing tonight?"

	I shrugged.  I had no idea what Stefan wanted to do and I had nothing
planned.  I looked at Stefan and asked if he wanted to go swimming.  Before
he had a chance to answer my dad cut him off and informed me that the pool
needed till the next afternoon to be ready as the chemical levels had been
really out of balance when we had arrived.

	"Did you want to watch a video?" Stefan asked once the pool idea had been
nixed.

	"Sure.  Let's watch a video."

	My parents were satisfied with the answer and after tossing the garbage
into a garbage bag, Stefan and I headed down to my room.  As we walked
through the family room I noticed that the Entertainment system still needed
to be set up--a task I knew would take at least two hours.  As I was not in
the mood to start hooking a bunch of cables up, I asked Stefan if we could
watch the movie at his house.

	"Shouldn't be a problem.  We can use my TV and VCR."

	"Cool.  I'll drive," I replied as I grabbed my keys to the Blazer, "You can
be the navigator."

	We arrived at the video store and after a quick look and discussion we
agreed on The Full Monty, and Romeo and Juliet.  We made a quick stop at
7-11 and picked up some drinks and headed back to Stefan's house.  We went
downstairs, and Stefan popped The Full Monty into the VCR.  We both made
ourselves comfortable in Stefan's room with him grabbing a seat on his bed
and I grabbed a piece of the floor at the foot of his bed.

	After the movie ended I got up to go to the washroom.  I glanced over at
Stefan and noticed the outline of what could only be a hard cock.  I hurried
to the washroom and thought nothing of what I saw.  After emptying my
bladder I washed my hands and headed back into the bedroom.  The movie had
just finished rewinding and Stefan had gotten up to change the movie. I
quickly assumed Stefan's spot on the bed.

	"Move over squirt.  There's more than enough room for two of us to sit on
that bed," he said when he saw where I'd parked my butt.

	"Squirt, huh?  I may be small but I'm mighty."

	Stefan laughed and then picked me up and dumped me gently on the floor.
"Man you can't weigh more than a hundred pounds."

	I didn't respond to his statement but instead just sat up on the floor.
"Shall we start the movie He-Man, or did you want to use me for some more
weight lifting?"

	Stefan laughed as he pulled me up.  "Come on.  There's room enough for both
of us on the bed and I don't bite."

	I sat down on the bed next to him and we watched the classic tragedy Romeo
and Juliet in all it's modern glory.  I became engrossed in the movie and
didn't even notice until near the end that Stefan hadn't been paying much
attention to the movie.  He had been staring at my bare legs as they rested
beside his.  I didn't want to jump to any conclusions, so I kept my mouth
shut.  In the meantime however my cock had started growing from the
attention that Stefan had been paying to me and from the thoughts I had
about Leonardo Dicaprio.  Okay, I admit it.  I have a crush on Leonardo
Dicaprio.

	The movie finally ended and I looked over at Stefan and noticed that he had
a big wet spot on the front of his jeans.  I looked into his eyes and tried
to make a joke.

	"It looks like you enjoyed the movie, or are you just happy to see me?"  I
asked jokingly.

	His expression instantly changed and I found myself on my back with him
straddling my chest.  "What do you mean?"

	"Nothing, never mind."  I was scared.  His expression and manner had
changed so suddenly.  He had become super aggressive and I didn't know what
was going on.

	The next thing I saw was his right hand winding up and I felt his hand as
he slapped me across the face, hard.  My head rolled to the right from the
force of the blow.  His left hand moved down to my throat and he started
choking me.

	"Are you calling me a fag?"  He started choking me even harder and my hands
moved up to try and take some of the pressure off of my windpipe so I could
take a breath.  Stefan's wound up with his right hand again and started
feeding me a steady diet of right hands to the face.  I could taste blood as
my teeth cut my lip and I could feel my eyes growing heavy as my oxygen
starved brain started shutting things down.  Stefan delivered one more right
to my head and I blacked out from oxygen starvation.

	The next thing I knew Stefan was reviving me.  He had a panicked look on
his face.  I realised that I had passed out, and fearing that Stefan would
try something else I quickly thought up an escape plan.  I drove my knee as
hard as I could into his crotch and when he rolled to the ground in pain I
ran out of his room and up the stairs.  I grabbed my shoes and ran out of
the house.  I quickly made it into my house where I knew I was safe.  I ran
downstairs to the bathroom before my parents could come down to check on me.

	After I had locked the door and turned on the lights I looked in the
mirror.  My nose was dripping blood onto my shirt.  My lips were bleeding.
That was likely from cuts that I'd gotten from the blows Stefan had
delivered.  My left eye was puffy and was starting to swell.  I had bruises
on my neck where Stefan had been choking me.  My face was a mess. Then, to
make things worse, there was a knock on the door.

	"Who is it?" I called through the door.

	"It's Mom.  How were the videos?"

	"Great," I lied.  I didn't need my parents to find out that I had been
beaten on my second day in Saskatchewan.  They were trying their hardest to
ensure that I wasn't miserable.

	"Your father and I are going to Regina to pick up a few things tomorrow.
Did you want to come?  We are going to be staying at Aunt Martha's for the
night."

	I wrinkled my nose.  Even under the best circumstances I hated Aunt Martha.
  She was a good catholic and she felt it was her duty to inform me that I
was going to hell for being gay.  "I'll pass.  Send my love."

	"Okay.  Good night.  We'll see you Thursday night at suppertime.  Do you
think you can handle making a salad and defrosting some steaks for supper
that night?"

	"Yeah.  Leave me a note though just in case I forget. And have fun in
Regina."

	"We will.  Night."

	I heard my mom walk back up the stairs to the main level and I heard the
basement door close.  I looked at myself in the mirror again.  I grabbed a
washcloth and after wetting it, I wiped my face very carefully.  My face was
in pain but I didn't think that I had any broken bones.  I pulled off my
shirt, and sat down on the toilet.  I put my face into my hands and started
sobbing.  I had managed to fuck everything up after only a day and a half in
my new home.

	Once my nose had stopped bleeding, I got off the toilet and walked into my
bedroom.  I pulled off my shorts and my underwear and tossed them into the
laundry hamper.  Louis and Lestat both looked up to see who had dared to
disturb their nap.  I started pulling the covers back and both of the cats
took the hint and got out of the way so I could crawl into bed.  I shut the
light off in the room and pushed the door halfway closed so that the cats
could come and go as they pleased, but I could have a little privacy.  I
crawled into bed and immediately felt the cats curl into a ball by my chest.
  Their contented purring combined with my quiet sobs was like a lullaby and
I fell fast asleep.


Continued.