Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2008 23:31:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Teague teague <teague1007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drew's Daddy Chapter Ten

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Copyright 2007 Teague, All Rights Reserved.




Drew's Daddy

By Teague



CHAPTER TEN

Drew woke up feeling rested. He stretched out his legs and turned his body
slightly expecting to rub up against Max, but he was alone in bed. He
frowned, confused for a moment because he could smell Max with him. He sat
up and looked around. His window was closed but he could see it wasn't
locked. He glanced at the door to his room and found it closed but unlocked
as well. Max must have done that before he left. Drew noticed something on
his pillow. It was a white ribbed muscle shirt, the kind that Max always
wore. Drew brought it to his face. He could smell Max all over it. He
smiled to himself thinking of his new friend and how much like his Dad the
boy was. He climbed out of bed, careful of his arm and put Max's shirt in
his dresser under his own clothes.

After his shower he went downstairs to have breakfast with his mother and
Charles. Charles said nothing to him of speaking with Adam about what
happened, let alone bringing Max up in the conversation. His mother however
seemed pleased.

"He seems like a nice boy" she said about Max. "When you see him again make
sure you invite him over for diner honey"

Drew nodded his head, not telling his mother that Max had slept with
him. He knew better, from years of being with his Father.

"I'll drive you to school today" she said, taking some more bacon. Charles
looked surprised.

"Are you going to be speaking to the principle about what happened?"

She shook her head. "No. I think the matter will handle itself" she
finished, drinking her orange juice. Charles looked over to Drew, clearly
confused. Drew shrugged his shoulders not knowing what was going on either.
It wasn't like his mom to run from a fight.

After they ate Drew packed himself into the car and thought about Max as
they drove to school.


Adam needed information and he needed it fast. After trying on his own and
failing, he realized of the many ways to get what he needed, there was one
way that guaranteed results. He parked his truck to the side of the
building and walked through the front door. April saw him immediately. Her
eyes locked on him like a heat seeking missile and Adam smiled her way as
he innocently walked down the first isle.

He waited until her line was clear and then walked up with a case of
soda. He didn't drink it himself, but it was Drew's favorite and he would
have to buy it at one point or another, and at the moment, he needed an
excuse to see the girl.

"Hi April" he said with a soft, deep voice. Had the girl been made of wax
she would have melted on the floor.

"Hi" she mumbled from her constrained throat. Her face was bright red and
her reaction to him was anything but unfamiliar. Adam was afraid of this,
which is why he waited until no one else was around before he came to
her. She was just a girl and Adam had been the prince in every dream she
ever had. He had no expectations that she would be able to hide her
attraction to him in public. Now however, he was counting on just that.

"You busy?"

April shook her head and looked around. No one was there.

"I have a break anytime I want" she said, a little too quickly. Adam pushed
the soda toward her and nodded to it. April took the hint and scanned it
for him.

"I'm parked around the left side of the building near the air
conditioner. I'd like to talk with you for a few minutes if you have the
time?" He gave her a slight grin and leaned in a little, just enough to
make her feel his presence.

Her face flushed even more than before and she choked her words out.

"Sure...I can go now!"

He shook his head and looked around. "Why don't you wait about five
minutes? Ring some more people up and then come meet me. I'm in no rush"

She understood what he was trying to tell her. He didn't want anyone to
know they were meeting. It was exciting for her on a level that only a
teenage girl could understand. This handsome, mass of muscle wanted her and
April was going to move heaven and earth to make it happen.

"Of course" she nodded, pushing his case of soda to him. He lifted it with
no effort and she couldn't help but glance at his thick bicep as he tucked
the box under his brawny arm. She felt herself swallow as her mind wandered
to another time, when her dream with him had become real. She watched her
prince walk out of the store and felt lost as he moved away from her. Two
people came up to her line and it took a moment before she realized she
wasn't alone. To April, the room could be full of people, but as long as
Adam Blake was absent; she really was alone.




Drew had an uneventful day at school. He had become a sort of curiosity
because of the sling he wore but everyone treated it as something cool
instead of the injury that it was. Had he had a cast he would have been the
center of attention for the whole day. He walked outside, his backpack
raised over one arm and he headed for the school bus when he heard a
whistle.

Max was leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette and wearing his
baseball cap, lid to the back and an open blue button up shirt, showing off
another white muscle shirt underneath. Apparently he never left home
without one.

Drew grinned and waved to Max, his backpack putting pressure on his good
arm. Max waved him to come over. The school, like most, was fenced in and
Max would draw attention to himself if he attempted to come on school
grounds. Drew worked his way around to the gate and came up to Max.

"Hey little buddy!" Max grinned at him and moved up to ruffle his blonde
hair. Drew smiled back. "How was your day?" Drew shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay"

"And the arm?" Max waved at his sling.

"It doesn't hurt so much anymore" Drew tried to sound tougher than he
was. Max reached over and lifted off Drew's backpack and hoisted it up
around his thick arm.

"Come on, I'll take you home"

They walked down the street until Drew saw the same car Max was working on
at his house. He looked up at the boy.

"I have to drive it around, get the engine rolling. It's almost ready for
the road full time" He opened the door for Drew and he climbed in the
passenger seat. Max worked the seatbelt across him and made sure it was
locked. Just like his Dad would have done, Drew thought to himself, as he
breathed in Max's scent. He looked at Max's strong neck as he bent over
him. He was so much like his Father, it was no wonder he like him so much.

"All set!" Max grinned.

As they drove away Drew decided to ask Max about what happened that night
he left him with his mother. Max put his hand on Drew's tiny knee.

"I told you little brother, I took care of it. Don't you let it bother you
again" He squeezed his leg and gave it a reassuring pat before he put it
back on the wheel. As they drove, Drew admired the ease at which Max
handled the car. It was a stick shift, and the teenager's body seemed to
blend right into the vehicle as it moved down the street. His big legs
worked at the clutch and peddles, while his strong arms moved the wheel and
gear shaft at exactly the right time, making the engine purr like a cat.

"Do I have to go home?" Drew asked him hopefully.

"Not if you don't want. I have to pick up some parts for this girl" he
patted the dash board. "You could help me if you want?"

Drew nodded. "Okay Max!"

"You have to tell you mom though. I don't want her freaking out when you
don't come home"

Max reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a cell phone, handing it
to Drew. Drew flipped it open and punched in her work number. She wouldn't
be home for another three hours and if Drew had it his way, he wouldn't
either. As the phone dialed he turned to Max.

"She really liked you"

Max's eyebrows rose up. "That's a switch. I usually have the police called
when I'm around!" He grinned.

Drew spoke into the phone and asked his mother if he could hang out with
Max. Max didn't hear her end of it, but by how Drew answered, it didn't
seem like she had a problem with them being together.

"She wants to know if you'll bring me home?"

"Of course. I'm not that far away. We'll get a pizza and then I'll bring
you back"

Drew told her what Max said and hung up the phone, handing it back.

"She wants you to come to diner this week to thank you for helping me"

Max looked over to Drew. "Man, this really is a first for me. I don't think
I've ever been invited anywhere but OFF the premises before!" he
grinned. Drew watched him drive.

Max was as perfect a brother as he could ever imagine.




April found her way to Adam's truck and she gently tapped on the glass. She
was trembling in anticipation of meeting him and the last ten minutes had
seemed like an eternity for her. She rang up customers at blazing speeds
and made change faster than the machine could keep up with her. He reached
over the seat and opened the door for her. April climbed in next to him and
before she could move, he pulled the door closed behind her, leaning over
her with his broad shoulder and giving her a moment of intimate closeness
she longed for.

"How have you been?" she asked him, making conversation.

"Good April" he said with his deep voice that April memorized and played
over and over in her mind. "I wanted to come see you to make sure you were
alright after..." he didn't have to finish. She knew what he meant.

"I took some time off from work. Just a few days"

He nodded to her. "I know. I came in the store the next day and didn't see
you there. Hope you're alright?"

"Oh yeah" she replied, wanting to sound more mature than she
did. "You're..." she paused, looking for the words. "...so big" she
finished. Adam grinned at her.

"Yeah, sorry about that" He leaned back in the seat. "I knew it wouldn't be
easy for you. You were fantastic by the way" April's face blushed and Adam
knew he said exactly what she wanted to hear. "I'm not usually in the habit
of having sex with such a young girl, but after what you did for me and my
Son, well...I just wanted to thank you properly"

April's eyes ran over Adam's muscled body. His legs pushed at the fabric of
his jeans, showing off his hard muscles and his shirt was stretched to the
limit around his shoulders and upper arms.

"No, it's what I wanted" she told him truthfully. "I would do it again" she
admitted, turning her eyes away.

Adam reached over and put his hand on the back of her neck, rubbing it
gently. "April I have no regrets about being with you. I had a great time"
She turned to him and Adam could tell at that moment that she would give
her soul to be with him if he asked. "I need something April" he
began. "And I think you're the only person that can help me...just like
before"

April was confused. She knew she lied about seeing what the boys did to
Adam's Son, but aside from that she had no interaction with the big man,
aside from her constant fantasies about him that is.

"April my Son doesn't live with me. He lives with his mother and I only
have him part time. One of the boys who were at the store that night lives
real close to him and I need to find out where exactly. He isn't listed in
the book and I'm not sure what other name to look under"

She nodded her head, following his words but not understanding where she
came in.

"I found out he's been spending time with my Son and I have to put a stop
to it. Drew doesn't understand what's going on and I don't want to involve
his mother because I would have to tell her what happened at the store that
night"

April nodded again. "Sure"

"So you see, I have to deal with this on my own. I need to know how to find
him. His name is Max"

April waited for more but Adam just looked at her.

"I don't..."

He interrupted her. "Your brother" he finished.

"He's a cop" she said, stating fact.

"That's right April, he is. He can find out anything about Max. His full
name, his addresses and everything else about the boy"

Her eyes lit up. She understood.

"April, I need this information as fast as you can manage" He rubbed
strongly at her neck. "If you're willing of course?"

"I'll do it!" she blurted out before she could think. All she knew was his
hand on her body, compelling her with his touch. "I can find out"

Adam looked at her for a moment. "He can't know I asked for this"

She nodded. "Sure, I understand"

Adam moved closer to her. "I'd be more than happy to show my appreciation
anyway you'd like"

She felt her body quiver in pleasure at his words. Something deep in her
mind took over and she said, "You're so big..."

Adam smiled at her. "I know April. We don't have to do that again if you're
not ready" He reached between her legs and rubbed at her moist pussy
through her jeans. She spread them willingly, giving him no resistance
whatsoever. "There are many other things we can do without my size getting
in the way" He leaned over and pressed his mouth against her. Her lips
parted as he sunk his thick, warm tongue inside. After an eternity in
heaven he pulled back and grinned at her.

"Trust me"

April nodded, lost in another world all together. He handed her a piece of
paper and told her to call him when she had the information.




Max stopped at an auto store but instead of going inside he walked around
back. Drew stayed in the car because Max said he would only be a few
minutes. He came back with a box that must have been heavy because he held
it with both hands. He put it in the truck of the car and sat back in the
driver's seat.

"I have a deal with the owner of the store" he grinned at Drew who didn't
completely understand. Max was involved with acquisitions of various car
parts that the owner found to be invaluable, if not illegal. And Max was
Johnny on the spot with them, provided the money was right.

They drove to Max's house and he pulled the car around back in the same
spot it was before. He popped the trunk and hood before he got out. Drew
reached for his backpack but Max beat him to it and lifted it from the back
seat before the boy could get to it. There was a table outside and he put
the pack on top asking Drew if he had homework.

"Yeah, but it's not much. I'll be able to help you real soon!" he said
eagerly. Max grinned.

"Don't worry little buddy, I'll be at this for a long time. There'll be
plenty for you to do"

Drew took out his books and some paper and set up to do his homework. Max
went inside and came out with some soda and chips for Drew. He had taken
off his shirt and was left wearing only his white ribbed muscle shirt that
hugged his strong frame and showed off his big arms and tattoos. He laid
the parts from the box out on a work table and lit a cigarette as he looked
them over. Drew watched fascinated as the teenager smoked and surveyed the
car parts like new found treasure. Max held the cigarette in the corner of
his mouth and moved the parts around with his hands, lifted them up,
testing their weight, as if to assess their value. He seemed happy.

Drew began his math homework, looking up at Max every few minutes as the
boy removed parts and pulled apart the engine with one tool after
another. When his hands became too dirty Max wiped them on his jeans and
Drew couldn't help but wonder how many pairs of pants he went through. His
mom would kill him if he ever got his clothes that dirty. But Max wasn't
Drew. His life had been very different from the sheltered life the blonde
boy had.

Max bent across the frame of the car and reached deep inside. Drew watched
his strong back flare out as he struggled with whatever he was doing. Drew
thought Max was incredible, but as perfect as the teenager seemed, Drew
could only be so impressed. It wasn't that Max was so muscular or cool, or
seemed to know so much about cars that impressed Drew. Drew saw in him what
he would become. He imagined his Dad must have looked a lot like Max when
he was younger; strong, handsome and popular. Drew didn't see the other
side of Max, the side that made him a target for police and the terror that
Max could be when he wanted, which was most of the time. Drew saw Max years
from now; bigger and stronger than he was. Drew knew real strength. In fact
he had intimate knowledge of it. Impressed is what he was whenever his Dad
walked into a room. When heads would turn, and voices would get low. The
way women looked at him with a hunger in their eyes and men moved out of
his way. When Drew looked at Max it wasn't the teenager he saw, it was his
Dad's thick arms and broad shoulders.

Max, to Drew, was a starter mold, years away from the finished product that
was his Father.

Max looked up and smiled at Drew, blowing smoke from his mouth. There was
no question the boy was cool.

Drew grinned and went back to his homework.




It took only eight hours for April to use the number Adam gave her.

"You got it already?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I didn't even have to ask him for it" she replied. She told him how
her brother's computer was hooked up to the station and he was using it
when she came home. She knew he used it for work, but never took an
interest to ask him about it. He seemed only too happy to show her when she
asked. He showed off the features and how it was tied to the database at
the police station. She watched as he pulled up information on someone and
pointed to April all the different things it showed him, the most valuable
being the cases he had worked on in the last few months.

Her mind raced with the possibilities and when she began to think of a way
to shift the conversation to Max. But fortune smiled on April when his cell
phone rang, and after a moment of conversation he got up and left the house
to take the call on the front porch. April moved quickly and clicked on the
case file she needed. It was highlighted by the date that April would never
forget. It was burned in her mind because it forever changed her
relationship with Adam, and brought her into womanhood the way few of her
peers would ever experience.

The computer had a wealth of information about each person involved. Her
eyes stopped lovingly at Adam's name, his birth date and address branding
into her memory. Max was found at the top of the list under
`suspects'. April clicked on his file: MAXWELL POSTON.

She looked to the front door and decided to risk it. She pressed the print
button and it immediately spit out page after page of information about the
boy. It took less than thirty seconds for four pages to come out of the
laser printer, and April quickly snatched them up as she moved back to the
home page on the computer, just as her brother had left it.

As it turned out she had plenty of time. He didn't come back in the house
for another ten minutes and when he did, he called her over to show her
more. April stood by his side and watched with interest but not really
listening. She was thinking about how grateful Adam would be, and how lucky
she was to be back in his life again so soon.

"I can come now?" she said eagerly. It was only eight at night but Adam
decided against it.

"April can you get out of the house without your family knowing?"

"Sure, that's not a problem"

He told her he would pick her up at midnight, well after everyone was
asleep.

"You could come now, but I figure you'd rather spend a little time with me"

April quickly agreed. "No later is better!"

Adam hung up the phone and finished packing his bag. He stuffed some jeans
and tee shirts inside and put it in the back of his pickup truck, along
with a blanket he took to meet with April. He moved to the shed beside his
house and took out some rope...for his meeting with Max.




Drew sat on the sofa in Max's house watching television and eating pizza
that they ordered. Max's house was a far cry from Drew's but it wasn't the
surroundings that Drew liked as much as the company. He was with Max and
that was enough.

The teenager was dirty from working on the car. He let Drew watch and hand
him tools once he was finished with his homework, but he was careful not to
let any grease touch him. The last thing he wanted was to drop Drew off,
filthy from his first officially allowed visit to his house. He took a bite
of his pizza and a large swallow of beer and looked at Drew sitting next to
him.

"You have a good time today?"

Drew nodded. He would spend every day with Max if the teenager would allow
it. He looked at the beer and asked if he could have some. Max raised his
eyebrows.

"You ever have any before?"

Drew shook his head.

"You're not gonna rat me out if I let you have a sip?"

"No" Drew smiled. Max held the bottle up to Drew's mouth. The top was wet
with Max's spit and coated with beer. Drew felt the cool glass touch his
lips as he took a mouthful inside. His face twisted up in disgust and Max
laughed.

"Yeah I know, it's not for everyone! Stick to your soda" He brought the
bottle up to his mouth and took a large gulp as Drew struggled to
swallow. Max's tongue snaked out to meet the bottle as he tipped it back,
running it against the opening. Drew felt warm as he realized why the top
stayed moist. He licked his lips as the beer raced down his throat. Drew
smiled at him.

Max reached over and ruffled his hair, as he did whenever Drew did
something funny.

The phone rang and Max picked it up. Instead of saying hello he said,
"What?" Drew thought how different Max was from anyone else he'd ever met.

"No, not now, I'm busy" he said into the cell phone. He was busy hanging
out with me, Drew thought, happy that the boy wanted to spend time with him
instead of whoever was on the other end of the phone. "Maybe later" Max
hung up and put the phone on the table. He pulled out another slice of
pizza and handed it to Drew. It dripped of grease. Max stuck his fingers in
his mouth and cleaned them off. He watched Drew take a bite and when the
pizza sauce ran down his chin, Max scooped it up with his index finger
before it could fall on Drew's shirt. Drew watched him lick it off his
finger and couldn't help feel how personal the act had been, however
innocent.

It was almost time to go home and Drew went to use the bathroom. Max's
jeans were hanging up on the shower rod and another white muscle shirt was
on the floor. When he came out Max told asked him if he had enough to
eat. Drew satisfied with his four slices of pizza nodded his head and sat
next to Max, closer than before. Max put his arm around the boy as he sat
down, letting the muscled limb hang off his small frame. Drew leaned into
him and Max brought the beer bottle up to his lips. Drew took another sip,
though not nearly as much as before. He just wanted to touch the bottle
like Max did. He put his tongue out and licked the top the way the teenager
did as he took the cool fluid in. It wasn't nearly as smooth as Max did it,
but the teenager had years of practice and this was Drew's second time.

Max watched Drew and smiled as he took his sip. He ruffled the blonde hair
on Drew's head and took the bottle to his own mouth as the boy watched
him. Drew sighed in content and rested his head against Max's side. Max
gave him a quick hug with his arm and felt his cock thicken up between his
legs. He wasn't sure if Drew noticed in the darkened room but Max made no
effort to hide it.





April was true to her word.

She had walked down the street to the corner where Adam waited in his
pickup truck. He started the engine after he made sure she wanted to go
with him and drove off into the night. It took all of five minutes to come
to a vacant lot near her house, where they wouldn't be disturbed. He turned
on the overhead light and looked at the papers she brought. Max's life was
laid out before him, all the information he needed was there, page after
page of it.

April watched him as he read the information. In the patchy light that fell
from the roof of the truck, Adam looked even more rugged than she had ever
seen him, certainly more so than in the store friendly illumination of the
family supermarket. And here she was, alone with him again. She felt
herself shudder at the thought of what was about to happen. She knew he
wouldn't hurt her; he could have done that anytime.

He looked up and smiled. "Thank you April, this is exactly what I needed"

She nodded her head, happy to help him again. He folded the pages and put
them in the driver's side door pocket. He reached up and turned off the
overhead light. The cabin flooded with moonlight and changed the mood in
the truck drastically. He moved the steering wheel up and out of his way,
turning to April.

"So, how can I thank you?" he said with his deep voice. April felt herself
become wet.




Max pulled up to Drew's house and once again grabbed his book bag before
Drew could get it. They walked up to the front door and Drew used his key
to open the lock. Sue was waiting for them in the living room and moved up
to meet them at the door as they walked in. She held out her hand to Max.

"I'm Drew's mom, Sue" He shook her hand. Max put on a clean shirt, knowing
he would be facing her this time around. Drew watched the interaction with
interest. He had never seen his mother so happy to see one of his friends
before. "Max you'll have to come over to dinner so we can get to know you
better, especially after what you did for Drew"

Max looked down at the blonde boy who watched with big eyes.

"It was nothing really" he tried to deflate his actions.

"I would hardly say that" Drew's mom countered, not letting Max off the
hook so easily. "We don't usually have any problem in this neighborhood,
but there are some troublemakers nearby that we would rather not have live
near us"

Max couldn't help but think he was cast in that lot. It was clear this
woman didn't know who he was.

"It's not so bad. They're just kids, and sometimes they need to remember
there's always someone bigger on the block"

"I'll say" Sue said, looking Max over. "Well we're glad Drew made such a
good friend. You're welcome to come by whenever you want. Drew doesn't get
out so much since we both work full time"

Max looked around the large house. He didn't know anyone who lived on this
street, let alone this neighborhood. The furniture in the living room was
more expensive than any car he ever drove.

Charles came out to meet him. The man was small and Max remembered what
Drew said about him not being able to fix his bike. He looked like a clerk
in a store and nothing like the imposing man Drew called Dad.

"Nice to meet you" he said, shaking the thin hand. Charles adjusted his
glasses and looked Max over.

"Thanks again for fixing Drew's bike and helping him out like you
did. You're a real life saver" Charles said.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. Drew's a good kid"

Drew flushed at hearing his name from Max's mouth.

"Drew, go take your things up to your room and say goodnight to Max" Sue
said. Drew nodded and told Max he had fun. As he walked up the stairs he
turned to look at Max. His mother was speaking but Max took the second to
look at Drew and give him a quick wink with one eye. He heard them
downstairs for a few minutes before the front door closed.

Drew put his things away and looked at his bedroom window hopefully. He
went to it and unlocked the latch, lifting it up just enough for someone to
open it the rest of the way. He took a shower and when he came out he
looked around. The window was the same way he left it. Drew sighed and went
to the dresser, took out Max's white tee shirt. It still smelled of the
boy. He pulled it over his head and let it billow around his tiny body. He
crawled in bed and turned out the light, giving the window one last look
before he laid his head on the pillow and fell asleep.





April straddled Adam's lap. He had moved to the center of the bench and
held her small body against him as they kissed. Her hands moved over his
impossibly strong shoulders. The strength in his body was intoxicating to
her and her fingers gripped at the hard flesh, barely making an
indentation. She moved down to his chest and ran her hands against the
powerful muscle. Adam sunk his tongue deep inside her mouth and she sucked
hungrily on it, like she had so many times in her dreams.

Adam's big hands roamed over her slight back and dipped down to her ass and
thighs, squeezing them firmly in his large fingers. He pulled her down
until her panty covered crotch rested on his bulging mound. She bounced
slightly on it, moaning when she realized what she was touching. She moved
her hips back and forth rubbing at it as his tongue snaked around in her
mouth. His hands pulled and pushed her, making her actions more aggressive
than she intended.

He broke the kiss and looked down as April continued to move against
him. His hands came up and he gently rubbed his fingers against her small
tits.

"Good girl. That's it" he encouraged her. He looked into her eyes and April
leaned in and kissed him again. Her tongue pushed at his lips and he took
her in as deeply as her small mouth would allow. He worked her shirt off
her body and her bra came off next. He pulled and twisted her sensitive
nipples gently in his big fingers, making her squirm around in pleasure. He
moved away and took one of her small breasts in his mouth, sucking hard on
her supple flesh.

April moaned loudly as his scruffy face scrapped her smooth white skin. His
hands were so strong and roamed around her body as he sucked on her, making
April feel as if she had died and gone to heaven. He took her by the hips
and pulled her down on his heavy mound. He moved to her other breast and
sucked it into his mouth. His hand dipped down between her legs from behind
and felt her wet panties.

"Let's move this outside" he said, lifting her off his lap. He opened the
door, stepped out and reached in, pulling her across the bench. He scooped
her up in one arm and carried her to the back of the truck. She hugged his
thick neck and buried her face against him, kissing his warm skin. Adam
grabbed the blanket from the back and walked to the trees that lined the
lot. The cool air hit April making her cling to Adam even more. He moved
just past a few trees and found an open area for them. He put her on the
ground and laid out the blanket. He knelt down and pulled her down on her
back. He covered her with his large frame and pushed his tongue back in her
mouth.

April looked up past the trees and saw the stars in the night sky. She felt
his muscled body move against her and she spread her legs apart, wrapping
them around his waist. He moved his hands down her back until they found
her panties. He gripped them with both hands and ripped them apart. April
lay naked under him, fully exposed to his probing fingers. They dipped
between her lips and found her clit, erect and eager for his touch. He
stroked it for her and April felt herself explode under his strong body. He
lifted up and looked at her wriggling on the blanket. He smiled.

"Well now, looks like you've missed me"

April's hands moved up his thick arm and around his neck. She looked down
at his hand between her legs. He was so big; old enough to be her Father,
but April never wanted anything more in her life.

Adam moved up on his knees, towering above her. He lifted up his shirt,
showing off his heavily muscled chest. Her hands reached up and ran through
the brown hair covering his torso. He slowly unbuckled his belt and April's
eyes moved down to the bulging mass between his legs. She moaned.

"Don't worry, we'll only do what you want" he said softly. April watched
eagerly as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He dropped his
hands to his side and looked at her. She could see the dark patch of hair
between his legs. He wasn't wearing any underwear. April reached out and
sunk her hand inside his jeans, coiling her fingers around his thick
shaft. She tugged at it, but it didn't come out.

"Pull harder" he grinned. April had to sit up some. She pushed her hand
deeper inside his pants and pulled at his big dick. It came out like a
regal serpent, thick and full, warm to her touch. It seemed even larger
than she remembered, if that were possible. Her hands stroked the heavy
shaft for a moment as if she didn't believe it was real. Adam began to
stand up. April lost her grip and watched as he stood over her.

"Suck me"

She moved to her knees but she wasn't tall enough. Adam had to bend his
legs until his massive prick was in front of her face. April opened her
mouth and took him inside. His hand moved to the back of her head and held
her in place as she began to devour his throbbing cock.

She was eager if anything, Adam thought, as her lips wrapped around him
hungrily. The girl had almost no experience and wouldn't win any awards for
talent, but it was clear she wanted this more than anything else. And, as
it would turn out, Adam once again owed April a debt.

He pulled her head forward and sunk more of his big dick into her mouth.

"That's it angel, suck it"

April did the best she could with the incredible girth in her mouth. Her
spit began to run down his shaft as she sucked on him. She was unable to
completely grip him in her lips. The head of his dick rubbed against her
warm tongue and bumped the back of her throat.

He moved her head around from side to side and slowly pushed his cock past
her lips, giving her just enough before pulling it back. In his whole life
he only had three people who could take his dick down their throat.

The first two times he was a teenager.

His high school English teacher gave him an `A' after demonstrating her
expert oral skills during a supposed detention. Adam found it was a good
excuse to get him alone, and he happily let her suck him off when she
promised a passing grade. It took her a good ten minutes to work his big
dick down her throat and Adam watched with pride as she struggled with the
dilemma she found herself in. He had to hand it to her; she worked harder
in that time than he did all year in her class.

The second time was two years later on his nineteenth birthday. Adam got
his first full time job working at a construction site when he found the
foreman getting high during lunch. The man offered Adam to join him, and
before long, Adam was as stoned as his boss. At some point, Adam watched
the man's hand reach out for his crotch. He continued to smoke as the man
rubbed and squeezed his big dick.

"You mind?" the man asked. Adam shook his head, too stoned to care. The man
got on his knees, unzipped Adam's jeans and pulled out his cock. He
whistled at the size and Adam grinned. He watched with awe as his boss
sucked inch after inch down his throat until his lips found the base of
Adam's fat shaft.

"Damn" Adam groaned, as he breathed more pot into his lungs. That was the
second time Adam had ever had sex with a male, but by far the most
rewarding. The man sucked cock better than anyone, with the possible
exception of his English teacher, and it was through him that Adam now had
the building company that he did.

The third time, well...Adam smiled to himself, as he watched April
work. The title was by no means in jeopardy of being lost, certainly not by
her. April was lucky to get two inches in her mouth but Adam didn't care;
this wasn't for him, it was for her.

"Take your time" he told her as she gave the second blow job in her life.




Max sat outside Drew's window and watched the boy sleep. He carefully
lifted the glass and sat half in, half out, as the boy breathed deeply,
lost in dream. His arm rested against the window sill and he thought about
his life as he looked around Drew's room. The boy's family was well off,
and from what Max knew, it most likely came from the Stepdad. He seemed
like the high paying type. Max's Dad never had any money, certainly not
enough to ever give him. Max could remember working at the earliest of
ages, any odd job that would put some cash in his pocket. His room never
looked like Drew's, that much was true. It wasn't just the toys and
posters, but the clothes and furniture that Drew had, that set him so far
apart from where Max came from.

He twisted his body and took out a cigarette and felt sharp pain shoot up
his side. It still hurt where his father hit him. It wasn't has if it were
unexpected, but Max was surprised by the brutality of it all. He couldn't
remember a time when his dad didn't win a fist fight but when Drew's Father
put him in the dirt, Max saw a whole new side to him. The angry, impossibly
strong giant didn't seem so big to Max anymore, which is probably why he
beat him so hard.

Max ran his hand up and down his side, trying his best to soothe the sore
muscles as he lit up his cigarette. He blew out a cloud of white smoke and
looked over his shoulder at Drew, still sleeping soundly. What it would be
like to be him, Max thought. To have family who loves you and gives you
everything. Maybe that's why he took so quickly to Drew; the idea that he
was part of this made Max feel better about himself. Drew looked up to him
like a brother and when his mother spoke to him tonight, Max felt
everything fall in place.

The Stepfather's position seemed to be pretty defined from what Max
saw. The man supported the family, but the woman made all the decisions. He
couldn't imagine Adam allowing another man to take his place in his Son's
life, but Adam wasn't here, and Max was. If Drew needs a strong male figure
in his life Max could step up, he was sure of it.

He took a long drag of his cigarette and put it out on the roof tile. He
stood up and carefully moved inside Drew's room. He left the window open
but locked the bedroom door just to be safe. The mother might like him now
but he doubted she would feel that way if she found him alone with her Son
in his bedroom.

Max kicked off his boots and took off his baseball cap, setting it on the
stand next to Drew's bed. He slowly sat down, careful not to wake Drew,
lying next to the sleeping boy. Drew didn't have his sling on, but he
cradled his arm protectively by his side and Max made sure not to press on
it. He looked at Drew breathing deeply and laid one arm across the kid's
body.

Drew moaned lightly in his sleep and moved back until he was pressed
against Max. Max waited for him to wake up but it didn't happen. If anyone
got in bed with him, he would have been awake immediately, Max thought to
himself. But Drew had a different life than he did, and didn't suffer from
the same nightmares that plagued Max's dreams.

He was so warm and Max buried his face in Drew's soft blonde hair,
breathing in the smell of fresh shampoo and clean linen.

Max fell asleep with no care in the world, not knowing someone was thinking
about him at that very moment.




Adam was ready to leave, once April was fully paid back for her aid. He had
Max's address, thanks to the girl. He lived with his mother part time,
apparently whenever he needed a new place to crash. Adam recalled the
numerous offenses the teenager committed, getting away with almost all of
them despite the evidence against him. Max was a player and an escape
artist as far as Adam was concerned...but all that was about to change.

Adam thought about Drew and the things Charles told him. Charles was naïve
and unaware of Max's other relationship to Drew. He actually believed Drew
was hurt by kids at school and Max was just conveniently there to save
him. Just like his bike.

Well Adam was going to be there for Max as well; be there to bring him back
to reality. But Adam wasn't going to use cold water to open the teenager's
eyes; Adam's methods were going to be far more primal.

He was lost in thought and pulled April too far, making her gag on his
thick cock. He quickly released his grip, letting her move back until she
could recover. He stroked her hair, trying to relax her again and let her
nurse on him in her own way.

Long minutes later, Adam gently moved her away and pushed her down on her
back. He knelt above her and lifted her up by the hips, spreading her legs
apart as he did. He buried his face between them and roughly licked at her
moist pussy. April cried out in pleasure and squeezed at his head with her
thighs as he devoured her cunt. She pushed off the ground with her hands in
an attempt to push more of her into his mouth, but Adam, as usual, was in
complete control, and by keeping her suspended in the air he dictated how
the sex would play out.

He forced his tongue as deep as it would go and licked at April in a place
few men would ever reach. The girl was delirious from the intense
stimulation and groaned on the blanket. Adam sat down and pulled her
closer. He reached out with one hand and stuck his fingers in her mouth,
trying to quiet her down. She sucked on them right away as he continued to
ravage her teenage cunt with his rough snaking tongue.

With his other hand, Adam spread apart her lips and strummed at her
throbbing clit as he continued to lap at her soft flesh. April started to
shudder in his grasp and he quickly pushed his fingers deeper into her
mouth, thinking she was about to cum. He moved his fingers away as he
licked at her and waited until she calmed down before he started all over
again. Over and over, he brought her to the edge of climax, just to let her
fall back to earth before she could.

April was in agony. Adam made her writhe on the blanket like an animal as
he ate her out and fingered her clit. His tongue dipped so deeply in her
body that April felt electricity jolt up her spine as waves of pleasure
rolled over her. But he toyed with her, playing with her body in a way that
she couldn't even do herself. How was he doing this, she asked herself, as
she ground her pussy against him. His thick fingers moved in her mouth and
she sucked on them as if they were his cock instead. He was in both her
holes, controlling her completely. April stopped struggling and went along
for the ride.

Five eternal minutes later, he let her cum.

He held her tight as her body bucked in his grip, struggling with the
orgasm. She couldn't cry out as much because of the fingers in her mouth,
but her moan vibrated through the trees nonetheless. Her eyes fluttered as
she finished and Adam watched her carefully by the moonlight, licking
slowly at her dripping pussy, making sure she was still with him. He gently
put her back on the blanket and lifted her legs up until they were wrapped
around his throbbing prick, which lay firmly against her wet lips. He
hugged her legs to his body and started to fuck between her thighs, rubbing
across her sensitive cunt and making her growl around his hand. He took his
fingers back and watched her.

She opened her eyes and looked up as he moved over her. Once again the
electricity he created moved from her cunt to her spine and ended somewhere
deep in the animalistic part of her brain. His massive prick jutted out
from between her legs like a baseball bat and April couldn't imagine
wanting something more than she did at that very minute.

"FUCK ME!" she moaned out as her pussy freely coated his thrusting shaft.

Adam looked down at her. It was almost too easy and in many ways not fair
to someone like April. She was just a child, and so far out of her element
that he felt sorry for the first teenage boy she would ever be with.

"Remember last time?" he said softly, suggestive of how sore she was when
he took her virginity. April shook her head, not caring either way. She
wanted him. Adam moved back and opened her legs up. He rubbed the head of
his cock against her quivering lips and pushed inside.

April cried out at the massive prick invading her body. The cool air ran
across her skin and the sound of rustling leaves made the moment perfect
for her. She gripped the big hands holding her waist as he began to move
slowly into her teenage orifice. She tried to open her legs up more in the
hope that it would be easier, but he was just too big for it to make any
difference.

Adam watched her carefully as her body responded to his heavy prick. She
moved from side to side, testing herself, seeing if he could fit easier in
another position. He gave her a few minutes to get used to his size. Her
pussy was slick with her juice and Adam intended to give her the ride of
her life.

He pulled back until just the head was in her pussy and sunk himself to the
limit of her small body. April moaned loudly and squeezed his hands with
all her might. Adam was amazed at how some kids could take getting fucked
at such an early age, when someone like April, who was built for a man, had
such a hard time. Granted, he was no ordinary man, but still, a boy half
her age just took him with relative ease, which made Adam think of
Drew. But now as he watched April, once again struggling with him, he lost
hope that Drew would ever take him. The boy was just too small, and unlike
Adam's other companions, Drew couldn't perform miracles.

He held her firmly by the hips and started to saw his heavy cock in and out
of her pussy. Her moist hole completely coated Adam's probing shaft and
dripped between her legs on the blanket. He took it easy on her or as easy
as possible under the circumstances; but Adam intended to give her exactly
what she wanted. He listened to her moan and when she finally opened her
eyes at him, he smiled.

"Is this what you dream about April?"

Her hands reached down and wrapped themselves around his solid cock and she
nodded her head, unable to find the words to answer him. She tugged at his
big dick as he pumped it deep inside her.

"Let it go angel. Let it out" he said hypnotically. Her legs seemed to
relax and her eyes rolled up as her body gave up the fight and came all
over his massive prick.

April's cries echoed off the trees but Adam did nothing to silence her. She
had to get it out of her system. He twisted his mighty pecker inside the
tiny girl, forcing her juvenile lips apart with every thrust. She kept a
firm grip on his cock during her entire orgasm; as if afraid he would take
it from her too soon. But Adam let her finish at her own pace, never
stopping or moving too fast. He just kept fucking in and out of her with
rhythmic motion, as she creamed around.

He pulled out when she was finished and quietly stood up. His cock was
still rock hard and Adam felt the cool air wrap itself around his flesh,
newly freed from April's steaming pussy. She was still on her back but her
legs were to the side and her hands covered her pussy protectively. Her
eyes were closed and she moaned softly to herself, still coming down from
the impossible heights he took her too.

He waited almost five minutes for her to completely finish. If she noticed
he was standing, she didn't acknowledge it. He quietly walked around her
tiny body as it recovered on the ground below him. Finally, when she was
still, he stood at her feet and looked at her. She could have been
asleep. He couldn't help but smile. April was so inexperienced; it took the
smallest of efforts to bring her off. He could simply kiss her to orgasm if
he chose too, or finger her eager clit until she screamed. But April needed
the real thing, because in the end, this is what she would be dreaming
about.

He waited long enough. Adam moved down and pulled her legs apart. Her hands
still covered herself but he moved them aside with no effort. April was
still out of it, unaware of what was about to happen. He lined his big dick
up to her abused hole and pushed himself back inside.

Her eyes opened up and her hands came up defensively. Adam was already on
top of her and her hands ran into his massive chest.

He started to fuck her again.

"NO!" she cried out, unable to prevent his huge cock from leaving her wore
out body. Adam paid her no attention. He fucked her over and over as she
clawed at his chest and arms, pushing at him and shaking her head from side
to side. He didn't try and stop her. It excited him as she fought against
it. He wanted to feel her small hands on him, urging him away. He lay on
his elbows above her as she flailed under his strong body. Her pussy was
soaking wet from her thunderous orgasm minutes ago, making Adam's job
easier.

He looked down at her face and smiled.

"I know what you need April" he told her, his deep voice seemed to
encourage her struggle. He stretched out her young cunt as he hammered into
her with ever increasing speed. He barely noticed as her hands pushed at
his face.

April was going to remember this for the rest of her life.






Drew woke up in the middle of the night. He felt so warm; he reached for
the blanket to pull it down some, when he came in contact with a strong
muscled arm. He turned his head and found Max fast asleep curled up with
him. He quickly looked at the door and found it closed. He couldn't see the
lock because it was too dark, but he figured Max had taken care of it
already.

Max wasn't under the covers with him. He lay on top of them pressed against
his back. Drew carefully turned himself around so he could face the
teenager, but as he did Max moved away in his sleep. He lay on his back and
lifted his left arm above his head exposing his armpit to Drew. The boy
waited, making sure not to wake Max and moved in carefully to breathe in
the muscled teenager's scent.

Drew let out a small moan before he could catch himself. Max smelled almost
as good as his own Father did. The boy had thick dark hair under his arm
that made Drew's mouth water. He leaned in, but when his nose touched the
hair Max stirred.

He's not like my Dad, Drew realized. He could lick gently at Adam's armpits
while the man slept without fear of waking him, but Max, it appeared, slept
far lighter than his Dad. Drew didn't mind, he reached out his arm and
wrapped it around Max's firm chest and laid his head on the strong boy.

It took minutes for Drew to fall back asleep, the sound of his big
brother's heart, beating in his ear.





He watched his Son, careful he didn't see him. Drew wore a sling on one
arm, his backpack slung over the good one. He was moving from one class to
another in a mass of students that circulated around the school yard, going
every direction imaginable in a sort of orderly chaos. It was almost
uneventful until a large kid stopped Drew with one hand. He was speaking
harshly to him and other kids gathered around to watch. Drew stood his
ground and shook his head as the overweight boy continued his barrage.

He reached for the door handle, not really thinking of what he was going to
do, when a teacher came out and moved quickly to Drew's side. He waited,
watching patiently for what she would do for Drew. She pointed to the large
boy and waved him aside, anger in her eyes. The other kids laughed and some
even patted Drew on the back.

Well at least he has friends, he thought as his Son continued on. Once Drew
was out of sight, he watched the other boy move closer. He was wearing a
red and white striped shirt with worn out blue jeans. In many ways he
didn't belong here, he seemed like an outcast, an odd sort of child to be
in a school with all the others. There were many like him, in every school,
he imagined; kids who didn't fit in, kids who went where they went because
they were bused in or because the system told them they had too. The
differences would become more and more apparent as the years progressed and
the kids grew in different directions. Some, like Drew, would have the best
opportunities and the best family life, while others, like this boy, would
be left behind, forgotten and forced to fend for themselves. They would
become angry and take their pound of flesh while they could; before the
distance between them was too great.

That's what this boy was doing to Drew, taking while he could.

He sat back, unhappy with what he saw. This had to be dealt with because
Drew's future was already laid out and it was time for his Son to come
home.

But first he had to do one thing.






Max put down the wrench on the kitchen counter as he washed the grease off
his hands. He came home before Drew woke up and decided to call the boy's
mom and see if tonight was a good night for dinner. He didn't expect
company so he was surprised when the front step groaned as someone climbed
them. He turned to look at the door but his hands were still under the
running water. Old homes make lots of noise and Max couldn't help but
wonder how quiet Drew's steps probably were.

The front screen was pulled open and Max turned off the faucet before the
expected knock would come. It didn't come, at least not the way he thought
it would.

A tremendous noise filled the house and Max saw his front door exploded
inward. It broke apart in front of his eyes and Max saw a brown work boot
and a large leg wrapped in blue jeans ram through.

Adam Blake stood in front of the broken door, leaving only space between
him and Max. The man's eyes were wide and filled with fury. Max hesitated
for only a second. He picked up the wrench and turned to run out of the
house by the back door. He grabbed the cordless phone off the wall as he
did and kicked the screen door open. As he jumped down the few stairs to
the ground, he turned the phone on, dialed 911 and threw it away, hoping it
would stay on.

He heard heavy footfalls behind him. Mr. Blake had closed the distance
between them with unfair speed. Max took off as fast as his legs would
carry him and headed for the garage beside the house. He didn't look back
as the screen door was ripped off the frame and Adam bounded toward
him. Max grabbed anything he could and pulled it behind him hoping to slow
the big man down.

He could almost feel his presence behind him and Max saw an
opportunity. The garage had a split door and the bottom half was open. He
ducked at the last minute and dove through just as Adam's massive fist
slammed into the top half. The wood split but held miraculously. Max didn't
wait; he rolled to his feet and kept going as Adam's shoulder made short
work of the obstacle before him. Max moved to the other side of the
cluttered room, hoping to god the front door was unlocked. He pulled at the
handle and it swung open. He moved, almost out of reach but not
quite. Adam's hand grabbed at his back and took a fistful of his white
muscle shirt, yanking him back. But Max had a grip on the door and pulled
with all his might. The shirt ripped and left Max bare-chested but free
again.

He had to make for the trees, it was his only hope.

"YOU FUCKING PUNK!" he heard Adam howl right behind him. Max stretched out
his legs to the limit, a thousand questions in his mind. They would all
have to wait; right now he needed to survive the next few minutes. He
bolted down the dirt driveway, seeing the tree line before him, but
something stuck his legs and he tripped. Adam had thrown a board at
him. Max stumbled but didn't fall. It didn't matter though because Adam
closed the gap and his massive hand wrapped itself around Max's bicep.

Max panicked and swung the wrench still in his hand. He used all his
strength and had he made contact he would have laid Adam Blake on the
ground. Unfortunately his swing was met in mid air as Adam's other hand
caught the heavy tool before it connected with his head. He saw Adam's hand
was bleeding. It must have been from punching the door. He felt the wrench
twisted from his hand and saw it fly across the yard as Adam tossed it
away. It was over and Max knew it. His only hope was now gone. The man
hauled back his arm, made a frighteningly large fist, and threw it at his
face.

It felt like a semi-truck struck his head. His vision blacked completely
out and the entire world turned upside down. If Max made a sound he didn't
know it. He didn't hit the ground. Adam still held him up by one arm and
Max's vision was level with his thigh. He made a fist and punched as hard
as he could, hoping to connect with the man's crotch. Adam turned and
deflected the blow harmlessly off his leg. Max was yanked up in the air and
he thought of his Father just then, and how the same thing happened to him.

Déjà fucking Vu! He thought.  But Adam didn't punch him again. Instead his
body continued to rise and the man took hold of his leg until he was
hoisted above his head. Adam threw him in the air and Max landed on the
windshield of his buddy's car. Glass cracked in a spider web but the window
held. Max rolled up to the roof from the force of Adam's throw and he
twisted his body in an effort to keep going. It worked. Max rolled down the
back and off the truck to the cool ground. It was only a short escape and
Max wished for a miracle.

He saw Adam's boots from underneath the car, moving in his direction. His
head throbbed and his eye was badly swollen. He pushed himself up, hoping
to run the other way, when he saw a partial piece of cinder block at his
feet. He grabbed for it, stood up and hurled it at the massive man.

Adam raised his arm as Max threw it and he managed to block it with his
forearm but it bounced off at an odd angle and struck Adam in the head as
it passed. The man staggered back from the blow and Max didn't wait around
any longer. He took off running for the trees and cried out for help.

Adam screamed behind him. "I'M GONNA BURY YOU SO DEEP IN THE EARTH, GOD
WON'T FIND YOU!"

Max's heart felt like it would burst. His legs were numb and his head felt
like it would explode. He ran and ran, not stopping to look behind him, not
trying to hide; he just wanted to get as far away from the man as he
could. He couldn't hear anything but his heart beating in his chest. If
Adam was behind him it could have been an inch or a mile. Max didn't know,
he just kept running.

Branches hit his face and grabbed at his legs but Max pushed through. He
ran until he didn't; passing out on the ground in a heap of sweaty,
bleeding, and bruised flesh. He tried to scream into the ground but he
blacked out before he heard his own voice.




He was angrier than he could ever remember. It wasn't supposed to be like
this. His Son needed him and where was he when he was hurt. This had to be
fixed and fixed now. He moved through the trees and waited, waited for the
time to strike.

It took only moments for him to see the boy. He didn't think he heard him,
sure of it in fact. He was hunched over reaching into his pocket for
something, not aware he wasn't alone. No one was around. The boy never saw
him coming. He reached out and put his hands around his neck, stifling
whatever cry he would make for help. He wanted the kid to see him, see how
angry he was. He pushed him to the ground and turned him over, punching him
once in the face. He wrapped his hands around his neck once more, and began
to squeeze.

The boy looked at him frightened and confused.

"Don't you know who you've hurt?" he asked him. "Don't you know who I am?"

The boy gripped his arms, tears running down his face. His legs kicked out
but were ignored. It took three minutes before the fight was over and his
hands dropped to the ground. He stood over him watching for any signs of
movement. He smiled.

The boy was dead.




Adam was picked up by the police as he drove off Max's property. They drew
their guns and held it on him until he surrendered. He was pushed against
the truck and handcuffed as another squad car drove up. They searched the
area but Adam knew they wouldn't find Max; at least not there. They asked
him questions but he stood there, refusing to answer. Finally he was put in
the back of a police car and driven away, as some of the cops walked into
the woods.



They handcuffed him to a table. The room was empty except for the two
chairs, one of which he was sitting on. It had been three hours since they
put him in the cell. The door opened and a man in an expensive suit came
in.

"Mr. Blake I'm special agent Nicholas Speets"

Adam looked up. The man was in his early 40's if a day. He sat in the only
other chair in the room and looked at him.

"Well, first off I want you to know who I am. I work for the FBI
Mr. Blake. And right now I need information I'm hoping you can provide"

Adam looked confused.

"Why the fuck does the FBI care about me or that fuckup Poston!"

The agent stared at him deeply.

"We don't" He took in a breath. "In fact if it wasn't for Max, you and I
would be having a VERY different conversation right now"

"What are you talking about?"

The agent pulled out a folder from his briefcase and laid it on the table
in front of him. He took out a photo and held it up, looking it over. Adam
waited.

"Do you know a boy named Sammy Anderson?"

Adam became annoyed. "No. Who the hell is he?"

Agent Speets paused for a moment. "Sammy Anderson is a nine year old boy,
responsible for a fight your Son got in a few days ago"

"His arm?" Adam said, more to himself than anything.

"Yes" the officer replied, understanding. "That's the boy"

"AND?" Adam said impatiently.

The agent put the photo down and leaned in toward Adam.

"And...this boy was found dead in the woods today. He'd been dead between
three to five hours"

"JESUS!"

The agent looked at the handcuffs holding Adam in place. Adam looked
around.

"What the fuck does this have to do with me?"

He pushed the photo to Adam. "This was found forty two miles heading west
out of town by the interstate" and turned it over so Adam could see it. It
was a backpack with the flap turned out. Inside was a name clearly written
in black marker...ANDREW BLAKE

The agent waited for him to look up.

"Mr. Blake? Where...is...your...Son?"






Drew woke up, never being as tired in his life. He didn't know where he
was. His vision swam in front of him. He felt so heavy. His eyes felt like
bricks were on them.

"It's alright Son, everything is alright now"

Drew used what little control he had over his body and turned his head to
the voice. He looked up.

"You're not my Dad..."



....To be continued