Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2012 22:49:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: CJDenton <mcitywriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corpus Crispin 3

Thanks for the feedback about the first two chapters. Let me know what you
think of this one.

-CJ :)
http://cjwritesfilth.blogspot.com


Chapter Three: Crispin

Thursday. 9:30 AM. New Orleans, Louisiana

"Good morning, little one," Jag peeled back the down comforter I'd burrowed
into after he'd gotten out of bed and taken away the warm muscle cocoon I'd
fallen asleep in. "We need to start the day," he kissed my forehead, pushed
back my hair, rubbed my back as I hugged the pillow and captain tiger.

"What we're going to do?" I mumbled into the pillow.

"I have a surprise for you. Do you like surprises, little one?" Jag leaned
over me, shirtless and scruffy.  His olive cheeks pushed up as his soft,
pink lips curved up into a smile. I nodded against the pillow, realizing my
thumb was wet. I hadn't woken up with a thumb in my mouth in years, but Jag
pretended not to notice my embarrassment.

We got dressed. Jag pulled on a tight pair of jeans that barely covered his
muscled butt. He pulled a tight, black long-sleeve on over it, it vee'ed
down to show a bit of chest hair and a small gold chain he had on. He
gelled his hair into a ruffled mess that looked carelessly fashionable.

I put on a long-sleeve red t-shirt with a white short-sleeve t-shirt that
had red splatters across the chest, jeans and skater shoes. We wandered
down through the narrow streets of the French quarter. Daddy had brought me
here on business before and I recognized some of the pricier restaurants
we'd eaten at.

We crossed a cobblestone side-alley, dodging a horse-drawn carriage
carrying an elderly, obsese couple wearing straw hats and sipping beers.
Jag gave a brief, disgusted look that made me laugh.

Our house is pretty focused on fitness. My daddy has always prodded me to
eat more and bulk up a little. He's pretty convinced I have an eating
disorder, but it seems anything I put in my mouth gets burned away pretty
quickly. It was probably a side effect to my severely energetic childhood.
Jag was his own temple of muscles, he stood a few inches shorter than daddy
and they matched each other in gym workouts and marathon runs.

Jag grabbed my hand as we crossed the street and he checked both ways as he
pulled me along. We wandered over into Marigny and into a small internet
café. He parked me at a table and told me to sit for a minute as he
flipped open his cell phone and made his way to the counter. I watched him
as he covered his mouth and nodded a lot. His eyes looked a little red and
occasionally he sniffed. He caught me eyeing him and gave a smirk of
assurance, then turned his head away.

A waiter came over a few minutes later and set down a coffee and an orange
juice, a plate of croissants and some fruit. Jag came over a few minutes
after as I was biting into an apple slice. He carried a red laptop with a
logo on it matching the coffee shop. He set it on the table and started it
up.

"Are you ready for surprise?" Jag said as he took a sip of coffee and
waited for the desktop to appear.

"What is it?" I raised an eyebrow not really sure what he was getting at.

"You see, little one, soon soon." Jag smiled and pet my hair, then went for
a strawberry. He clicked through a few windows and then my daddy appeared
on the screen.

I dropped the apple slice onto my shirt and it stuck there as I leaned
forward excitedly. "Daddy!!" I yelled a little too loudly for the quiet
coffee shop.

"My baby!" daddy turned towards me, "You're ok?  Everything's ok?" He
looked frantic. I'd never seen him tear up.

"Uh yeah, we're fine. We're in New Orleans! Oh wait, should I not have said
that?" I turned to Jag, thinking maybe the cartels would find us.

"It's fine, it's all safe now... right sir?" Jag turned to daddy who was
ignoring him and staring at me with a look of relieved hope.

"What's wrong, daddy? Everything is ok, isn't it?" I asked, stopping to
pick the apple off my shirt and pop it past my lips.

"Yes baby, it's all ok. You can come home now. I miss you, baby boy." Daddy
sounded serious, breathy. The tone made me uneasy.

"And he has something to tell you, right sir?" Jag looked expectant and
somewhat annoyed at daddy. I stared between the men, seeing a weird mix of
emotions on their faces.

"Yes, umm. Ok... baby..." Daddy spread his hands and fumbled like he had
something he didn't know how to break to me.

"Yes sir?" I looked again between the men. Something was up... Jag took my
hand under the table and squeezed it.

"Well Jag and I are together. We... we love each other very much... I
didn't know how to tell you, but... I do love him and I want you both to
come home now... since it's safe and everything." Daddy stared at me,
looking for reaction.

"Uh... oh... O...kay," I breathed out heavily and let go of Jag's hand. I
scooted away from him a little. We hadn't done like real sex stuff, but I
felt things for him. It was different with Rylan (the guy I thought I'd
been secretly seeing at home until Jag told me that both he and daddy knew
about him). Rylan and I hadn't done anything other than a lot of talking
and making out a few times...

Except for the time we ended up falling asleep watching a movie
together. We'd woken up a few hours later and rubbed on each other until we
both finished in our shorts... But things with Jag were so much more
mature, shameless. I felt sick at the thought of touching a dick my dad had
enjoyed.  OMG my daddy likes dick.

I was really lost in thought and probably going through emotions on my
face. I looked up and saw both Jag and Daddy looking at me waiting for my
verdict. I knew things with Jag weren't right. If he made daddy happy, then
I would be happy about this. Then I worried daddy would find out...  what
if he hated me for the things I did... what if Rylan hated me for it...

"I... great!" I feigned a smile and nodded, shoved another slice of apple
in my mouth and chewed it slowly as an excuse to not keep talking.

"Well ok then," Jag smiled and put his arm across the back of my chair. I
didn't make eye contact with daddy. I knew that would be a dead giveaway to
the things I'd done. He'd see it. He'd know it instantly. I stared at
daddy's chest through the monitor and nodded happily.

"The little one is happy, sir is happy, everything is safe and we can come
home," Jag said excitedly.

"Today!" daddy said. "I'll book a flight out of there as soon as you can
get to the airport."

"Ok, yes, we can be there in an hour," Jag's lips broke into a big grin.

They talked about the arrangements as daddy clicked away on the keyboard
and I finished the fruit. He sent the info to Jag's phone and we went back
to the hotel to get our things and captain tiger.

### Thursday. 5:15 PM. Corpus Christi Int'l

Daddy was waiting under a giant blue dolphin suspended from the ceiling in
the lobby of the small airport. He walked towards us as Jag pushed me
gently through the security exit. Daddy, dressed in a blue business shirt
tucked into pressed khakis, sped up as I ran towards him. I felt like a
little kid as he picked me up and hugged me to his chest.

I buried my head in Daddy's shoulder. He felt tense and held on to me a
little too tightly. Jag hugged us from behind me and I felt his chin scrape
against my head as he leaned in to kiss daddy.

"Sir," a strange voice sounded from behind Jag, "We need you to come with
us quietly, please."

I felt Jag pull away from us and I lifted my head. Daddy held on to me
tightly. Three men in business suits were standing in semicircle around
Jag. He backed away from us and looked at daddy with betrayed rage. His
lips formed a thin, straight line and his chest heaved with labored
breathing.

Jag reached down towards our bags and the men backed away a few feet and
reached into their sports coats, exposing their gun holsters.  Jag quickly
pulled captain tiger who was poking out from my bag and held his hands
up. He came over and offered me the captain. Daddy took it and set it in my
arms. Jag backed away and allowed one of the men to put him in handcuffs.

"Goodbye, little one. It's ok, don't be scared," Jag gave me a despondent
smile. He sighed and turned away from us, not addressing daddy or how the
situation had changed.

Daddy backed us away slowly as Jag was lead away. Daddy rocked me gently in
his arms as Jag disappeared with the men through the sliding glass doors
that led out to the setting sun.

"I'm so sorry, baby," daddy said as he finally set me down and went to pick
up the bags, "I promise I'll explain everything." Daddy got out bags and
led me out to a new Mercedes. He must have gotten it when we'd gone into
hiding.

"Jag got arrested?" I asked when we'd settle into a private table at the
private club overlooking Corpus Christi bay. The waitress here always made
me a special fruit shake with a crazy straw.

"I don't know where to begin..." Daddy took a swig of his scotch and pushed
the bread basket across the table to me. "I was so irresponsible to bring
him in to our lives. We needed security. I've gotten so many threats from
the cartels and if anything ever happened to you... I can't lose you. I had
to protect my family." Daddy was clearly rattled and uncomfortable with
opening up like this. He'd always been a behind the scenes,
trust-what-I-say, do-as-you're-told, father. I felt grown up with him
sharing this.

"I fell in love. I allowed things to cross the line between employer and
employee. It worked, for awhile," Daddy took a break, sipped his scotch and
then sighed. "And then I found out some things he'd been up to behind my
back and... relations he was having. It was a difficult choice to untangle
him from our lives... from the dedication he had to keeping you safe. He
watched every move you made. I didn't have to worry."

"So he was cheating on you?" I interjected with a twist in my stomach.

"Uhhh," Daddy winced at that. My father is the peak of class and success in
his circles of the CC elite. "You could say that... Yes, yeah he was. And
then I decided to just drift away and I met Adam."

"Adam? Your paralegal? That's why you hired him?" I was fully engaged in
this conversation.

"Cris... I'm not going to discuss my personal affairs with my child. I'm
only telling you this to explain what you went through." Daddy finished, "I
think that just about brings you up to where you came in on this story."

"So you're going to have Jag put in jail for kidnapping?"

"Jail? No, no. I don't want the press on that. Those men will keep Jag safe
for a few days while I pull his work visa and we'll send him first class
back to Israel. I'll talk to him tomorrow and make him understand his
options... Plus I'll set him up with enough to start his security firm back
there." Daddy chugged the last of his scotch and pushed my uneaten plate of
shrimp towards me. I'd forgotten what it's like to eat dinner with him and
his need to make sure I clean my plate.

### Home. 8:30 PM

I had to call Rylan. Daddy said he'd left a ton of messages on the house
phone while I was gone and he finally had to tell him I'd lost an Aunt and
had to go to Chicago for the funeral. I'd never been to Chicago.

"I'm so sorry about your aunt. You must have been close.  I can't believe
you didn't take your phone," Rylan said with a hint of annoyance mixed with
relief when he answered the phone.

"I... yeah... It was sudden," I was getting good at lying. It was
unfamiliar territory... but then another thought hit me and quickly escaped
my lips, "You missed me?"

"I... I guess," Rylan started to backtrack. "I just... it was sudden... you
know, just wondered what happened."

"Oh... Sorry..." awkward silence.

"I... I want to see you," Rylan broke the awkward, sent a little twist to
my stomach.

"I want to see you too... I thought about... It's nice to be with you."

"You too, Crisp-Crisp. Tomorrow? I'll come over?  We can get some beach
time?" Rylan laughed in that unsure way he usually accompanied with a bite
to his lip. We have a small walled off section of beach in our
backyard. It's a novelty in this town where most of the beaches are public
and dirty brown sand. Daddy always pays every spring to have a fresh layer
of white put down.

I tried to get some sleep after that. I had grown used to sleeping next to
a heated muscle curled up around me and I missed Jag. It really wasn't all
that troubling thinking that he'd kidnapped me. I felt so safe with him, so
eager for his touch. I didn't feel like the same little naïve teenager
that I was a week ago. Something had changed in me. It felt lonely and cold
in my bed.

I couldn't fall asleep so I crept down to the living room where Daddy had
the sports channel on, clicking away on his laptop, stretched out in gym
shorts and a tank top. He saw me, closed his laptop and patted the couch
next to him. I padded over and flopped down next to him.

"Can't sleep?" he asked. I shook my head and laid it against his chest. He
pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and spread it over me,
hugging me against his chest. I fell asleep nestled in his side, against
his heartbeat.

I woke up against his chest, sunlight streaming in from the bay. He must
have carried me up to bed with him last night, it hadn't waken me
up. Captain Tiger was nested between us. It was one of the first times I
didn't wake up with a hard on. A father's touch has a way of keeping that
at bay. I laid there on his chest for awhile, reassured by his rhythmic
snore and the rise and fall of his chest.

The doorbell stirred me next. I started to get up, thinking maybe Rylan had
ventured out at an early hour, but daddy put his hand to my chest, "I'll
get it, wait here."

Daddy got up and stretched in the morning sun, then went out in his gym
shorts and tank top, hair ruffled and sleepy-eyed. I followed a few steps
behind him, ignoring his order to stay in his bed.

"I brought breakfast, he's home? He's safe?" Daddy's paralegal... er
boyfriend? Adam was standing at the door holding a bakery box and a holder
with three coffee cups.

"Yeah, uh," Daddy looked back towards me with an awkward smile. I nodded
and smiled that it was ok for him to come in. "Yeah, he's home.  He's
safe," Daddy held the door open and motioned for him to come in.

Adam, dressed in black slacks and a red button up. Adam, mid-20's, smaller
than daddy and definitely not stacked like Jag. Adam, slight but energetic,
sun-kissed blonde, brought a smile to daddy's face I hadn't seen in
awhile. It wasn't the smile of relief he'd had in seeing me again at the
airport. This was daddy's look of interest I'd seen when Jag would come up
from a workout in sweaty running shorts. I hadn't had a name for that look
before the revelation.

Adam joined us for breakfast but was apologetic when he heard that I don't
drink coffee and wasn't about to bite into one of the tasty looking donuts
he'd brought. But I got my bowl of fruit and apple juice and joined them
trying to act excited for their happiness. I was glad though when the
doorbell rang again and Rylan showed up.

"I don't think he's ready for visitors," daddy told Rylan as he opened the
door to the happy, expectant 18 year old football player who showed up to
see his child. I appeared behind daddy though and pushed in front of him to
greet my visitor.

"I invited him... I kinda just want to hang out on the beach here for a bit
today... Is that ok, daddy?" I looked up at him with a look that said, "You
got your visitor, now time for mine."

Rylan looked a little hurt, but I gave him a reassuring smile as daddy
grunted approval and opened the door the full way to welcome him in.

Rylan, dark muscles and a Spanish nose. Rylan, brown eyes and sun-scorched
light brown hair. Rylan, way too cute for me; way too straight to know
where I stood with him. Rylan, standing in our entryway in a light blue
tank top, board shorts and flip flops with an old bath towel tucked under
his arm.

He lived far from the beach, far from the wealth of our neighborhood. He
was at our academy on sports scholarship and didn't fit in with the typical
assholes I'm supposed to be friends with. My father's got more money and
influence than most of the families around us so no one gives me
trouble. Rylan's had to fight for every ounce of acceptance he gets.

"Give me two minutes to get my stuff on, k?” I pointed Rylan into
the breakfast area where Adam gave him an appreciative smile. Daddy offered
him a donut and my coffee.

"So... hi," I bit my lip nervously when we made it out to the back patio
and stood for a minute watching the waves wash in.

"Hey," he laid his arm along the railing behind me and smiled; eyeing me
with that awkward young flirty way that lacked all the confidence Jag had
had with me.

We stood there smiling at each other for a minute and then I lead him down
to the beach, spread out a neatsheet for us Rylan stretched out and propped
himself up on his elbow, kind of insinuating I could get a little close to
him... I did. I sat next to him and leaned over, traced a finger down his
side. He shivered, gave a nervous laugh.

"I really like you..." I said, putting it out there.  Something about the
Jag experience gave me some boldness in opening up to what I want.

"Yeah, you're cool," he smiled ambiguously then looked out over the water,
"I mean... we have fun together." The wind was brisk this morning but the
sun was waking up and clearing away the last of the fog off the bay.

I let my hand rest on his left hip, his shirt was pushed up a little and
the waistband of his hanes peeked out above the board shorts. He didn't
pull away. I slid my hand slowly up his side, under his shirt, over his
taught brown skin. "We haven't done this in awhile," I leaned over, wanting
to kiss his skin.

"I... woah, uh what if someone see's us?" Rylan scooted away and pulled his
shirt down, "Your dad's kinda scary."

"He's ok, he's occupied and none of the neighbors can see us in this
spot... don't be scared. Just two guys who like each other... You like me,
right?" I looked into uncertain brown eyes. I had no idea what was going on
in his head.

"Yeah... I like you... but... I'm not gay, Cris... I just like you," Rylan
sat up, turned away from me towards the bay.

I wanted to point out that I wasn't a girl, but something inside me told me
not to push it; not to push him away. I scooted up to sit next to him and
laid my hand open between us. He looked around and then put his hand over
it. Warm, strong brown fingers reminded me of the security I felt when Jag
held me. We held there for a moment.

The back door slid open and daddy yelled my name across the beach, causing
Rylan to grab his hand back and slide away a few inches. He got up and
stripped off his tank top and ran towards the water as I turned to see what
daddy wanted, but he was just giving me that look of "I know what you're up
to, knock it off." I nodded and slipped off my t-shirt and ran into the
water with Rylan. We splashed around for a long time until the sun was
starting to get the better of my skin and we decided to head inside.

Daddy didn't seem to be around but Adam was watching us from the back patio
when we padded up wrapped in towels (I got Rylan a nice beach towel from
the pool cabinet).

"I'm supposed to keep an eye on things, your... father will be back in a
bit. He's meeting with a possible new security guy for the house," Adam
smiled nervously, probably feeling like a perv for watching two dripping
teenage boys.

"Why do we need another security guy? Can't we get dogs?"  I rubbed my hair
with the towel and arched my back, noticing Adam's eyes wander down my bare
tummy. I cleared my throat; he lifted his eyes and shrugged with a nervous
smile. Adam's cute, but he's daddy's happiness right now. I turned to see
my happiness looking back towards the water and absent-mindedly rubbing his
tummy.

"We're going to go in to change for dry clothes," I turned towards the door
and Rylan followed me inside and up to my room.

"Uh... I forgot to bring clothes," Rylan said as he wrapped the towel
around his waist and pushed down his board shorts followed by a pair of
soggy red hanes boxer briefs. We'd laid our shirts out on a chair next to
the pool to dry in the sun.

"Um, I can throw them in the dryer," I did what he did and wrapped a towel
around my waist and then slipped down my swim shorts. "Do you... want to
hop in the shower?" I pointed towards my bathroom.

"Uh yeah, ok. Guess I should wash off the sand," Rylan went through to the
bathroom and closed the door behind him. I sighed, collected the wet
clothes and went through to the upstairs laundry room between my room and
daddy's.

I came back in my room and paced around. I felt like I'd gone back in time
after the time I'd spent naked with Jag, uncaring about modesty or privacy
or judgment. I really wanted to push open the door and hop into the shower
with him and suck his dick. I wanted to kiss him and slide around in the
oversized tub. I wanted him to hold me and get that feeling I'd had with
Jag...

But Rylan isn't Jag. He's a boy, like me, feeling what I felt when Jag
broke through and pulled me into this new and crazy feeling I knew I could
have with Rylan.

I paced around for a few minutes, walking towards the door and then away. I
set down on my bed, towel around my waist, heart racing to build up
courage. I heard the water turn off and I jumped up. He'd be walking out
soon and I didn't want to look like I'd been waiting around. I walked over
to the little sitting area by the window alcove and picked up a comic book
and sat down.

I heard the door open and I jumped up and turned to face him. "Hey... good
shower?" stupid question. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Yeah, you have a really nice bathroom," Rylan had the same beach towel
wrapped around his waist. A few drops rolled down his chest.  He didn't
have the impressive chest of Jag. It was smooth, nice definition, but teen
skinny. He was definitely more filled out and muscled than I was. It was
nice and it made me bite my lip and look away.

"Thanks... I built it," I don't know why I just said that!!! What the fuck!
Rylan just laughed though and came towards me. He stopped a few inches from
me and put his hand up to my face, pushed back my hair and just looked me
over.

"The answer is yes, you know?" Rylan said and rubbed his thumb over my
cheek.

"To what?" I asked, not really caring what the question was. He was
touching me, why the fuck would I question that?

"To everything... If I missed you... If I like you... If we're...
boyfriends."

"I didn't ask if we were boyfriends..."

"Oh... I assumed you wanted that," Rylan pulled his hand back, but I
grabbed it and put it back to my cheek.

"Ok, we can do that..." I smiled.

"You're amazing," Rylan laughed and leaned in towards me.  He put both
hands on my cheeks and his lips to mine. I parted mine and let his tongue
slide in, let him do whatever he was going for. His hands slid down and
around my waist and he pulled me in to him.

We were fully poking each other from under the towels and he rubbed his
hips against mine. He must have been better at securing a towel because
mine fell apart and slid off. His hands went down to cup my ass. He
squeezed at the cheeks and kept kissing me hard. I wasn't sure what to do
with my hands, so I put one against his chest and the other on his back.

I slid the hand on his chest down over his well-defined abs and rubbed the
outline of a very ample cock through the flimsy beach towel.  He made happy
noises as his tongue worked circles inside my mouth. I rubbed my palm
against his cock in slow, rhythmic motions. He started to grind against my
hand and squeezed my ass, kneading my cheeks in time to the cock massage I
was giving him.

He broke his lips away from mine and started to moan as he rubbed his cock
against my hands. That towel of his still held. That's a boy scout... My
cock was pointing straight up my tummy but he didn't seem interested in
anything other than my hand or my ass at the moment. I felt a finger trace
a circle around my hole, it wasn't pressing in just massaging, making me
anticipate the crazy things we could do at some point. His cock had worked
it's way out between the part in the towel and I grabbed at the head and
started to wank it as he bucked his hips.

And then it all fell apart. Step one, Rylan leaned in to me, started to
shiver and shot white, sticky, heat across my palm as he breathed heavily
in my ear. Step two, the door opened behind us and daddy yelled out, "Hey!
No! What the?" Step three, Rylan, in mid convulsion, wrapped his towel
tightly around his waist and fell backward against the bed and slid down to
the floor. He looked up at me with horrified eyes.

"Uh... daddy... you didn't knock?" I quickly remembered my complete
nakedness and grabbed my towel off the chair where it had settled and
wrapped it around my waist, cock tip and all.

"I don't need to know in my own damned house with my own damned child! This
is not ok!" Daddy was pissed and came towards me. A strange man behind him
poked his head in. He was another hot pile of muscles but I didn't get a
chance to check him out properly as daddy lifted me up into his arms and
carried me through the room and into my bathroom. He set me on the counter
and went into my closet, a smaller closet in my bathroom with older
clothes.  He came back out with a pair of briefs I hadn't worn in forever,
a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Dress! Now!" he set the clothes next to me on the counter and paced around
as I started to dress, stopping at the window and taking a deep breath. He
went back to the door to my bedroom and yelled at Rylan to "Stay put young
man!" He came back towards me and asked, "How long have you been having
sex? Is it just with him?  What do you know about it anyways? You're a boy,
a tiny little boy. You're way too young to get into this stuff. Is this as
payback because I came out? Is that what you're doing, baby, trying to get
back at me because you're upset about things? Is it some kind of
psychological thing because of all that happened to you being taken by Jag?
Is that it?... Well? Answers boy!"

"Um... I guess so?" I swallowed hard and it occurred to me that a few tears
would be appropriate right now. I sniffled and hung my head.

 "Oh sh...jeez, aww baby," daddy came over and pulled me in for a hug as I
wiggled into the t-shirt.  "My baby, I'm so sorry... Is it Rylan? Is he
taking advantage of you?"

"No daddy," I sniffled a few times to add realism, "No, he was trying to
comfort me and... things got out of control. Please don't be mad at us."

"I'm not mad," daddy hugged and rubbed my back, "I was shocked... It's not
something you expect to walk in on." Daddy sighed.

We hugged for a few minutes and then he led me back out to my bedroom where
Rylan was sitting on the floor and the new pile of muscles guy was standing
in the doorway looking menacingly at him.

"I didn't let him leave, sir," the new guy said.

"No, no, it's fine, we're going to talk this out. It's fine, thank you,
Pedro, you can go over the security map now. I have it under control."
Daddy dismissed Pedro and then turned to us. "Where's his clothes?"

"In the dryer, sir," Rylan said, getting up and holding firmly to the towel
around his waist.

"Well let's get dressed and um, I'll give you two a few minutes to say
goodbye for the day," daddy rubbed my hair and then went out to get Rylan's
clothes out of the dryer.

We talked for a few minutes. I was so scared he wouldn't want to talk to me
anymore after all that, but he said daddy was actually kind of cool about
it. We didn't get to say much before daddy reappeared and escorted Rylan
out the door.

I was all excited after lunch thinking Rylan must want to talk some more,
but when I got to my phone it was from a strange number.

"Cris?" Jag said when I answered it.

I scurried up to my bedroom, luckily daddy was in his home office working.
"Where are you? I'm not supposed to talk to you," I said in whispered
excitement. I knew it was wrong but my stomach jumped at hearing his voice.

"I'm so sorry, little one. I need to talk to you. I need you to know the
whole story. Can we meet tomorrow? If you ask to go to the mall, I can meet
you there. You know your daddy hates malls. I'll be near the east entrance
of La Palmera. I'll wait between one and two if you can get there. I miss
you." Jag said. I had no idea how to answer that. I took a gulp of air and
thought for a minute.

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think of this one.

-CJ :)
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