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Chapter Thirty-Five

- Tracer -

The door opened and I looked up from my work to see Janet walking into the office.

"This place is looking great, Hon," she said. "I can't believe how nice a space it is!"

"A combination of a great design and good workmanship," I replied. "It's really a luxury after the old office."

"I see that the old space is completely gone."

"Yeah, they tore it down the day after we finished moving in here. Burt's not wasting any time, which is good cause I hate being in that trailer!"

"I'm sure most of the alternatives would be worse," Janet warned.

"Much worse. I honestly don't think I could've lived inside the house while it's a construction zone."

I got up to get files out of a cabinet.

"Tracer, Hon, are you gaining weight?"

"Yeah, so is Erik. I've gained about ten pounds since April; he's gained a bit less."

I could almost see the wheels turning in Janet's brain.

"That's a lot of weight in four months and I don't think it's going to the right places."

"Since we moved into the trailer, we've been eating out a lot! The kitchen in that thing is almost worthless. When Will and Ryan were home between the Summer sessions both of them gave up trying to cook anything."

"It can't be that bad," Janet scolded.

"Trust me, it is. If I'd seen that thing before Erik bought it, I would've stopped him cold. When they left, Will told me he was glad to be going back to school. Lucky for them they'll only be home about three weeks total while we're stuck in the trailer. The stove is shot."

"Let Momma Janet give you some advice; don't let the bad kitchen cause you to gain weight."

"I'm not sure what else I can do."

"Why don't you come over to my place one evening and make a few dishes. Then you two can microwave them at meal-time."

"I don't wanna intrude on you," I answered.

"I don't offer what I'm not willing to do. Do some shopping tonight and come over tomorrow night after work. We can whip up a few different things."

"OK," I relented.

"What are ya'll going to do with the trailer when you're done with it?"

"Erik's planning on selling it, which I think is wrong. That damn thing isn't worth anything."

"What if you put a new low-end stove and a little other work into it?"

"That might make it worthwhile, but I doubt Erik's going to go for spending more money."

"I'll have a talk with him," Janet stated. "I can convince him. He can be a real skinflint when it comes to his personal life."

"I've never known him to be anything but generous. If anything, he's very giving."

"Oh, don't get me wrong. He'll give you, Ryan, and Will the shirt off his back. He'd do that for anyone. The issue is he won't do what he needs to for himself."

"I guess I hadn't noticed that."

"In the mean-time, you're coming over tomorrow night to cook. Hopefully I can convince Erik to get a better stove for you too."

"That would be great!"

"Now let's get to the auditor's reports."

We spent the next two hours reviewing the accounts and dealing with the auditor's reports on the company's books. Janet and I were setting things up so that we could implement the changes to the farm's ownership when Ryan and Will finished school. I had argued a bit with Erik on this. Why make them wait? He'd stood firm, using ownership of the farm as a carrot to finish school.

It was late afternoon when we finished all the financial work.

"When are y'all getting faster Internet service?" Janet asked.

"It's going to be installed for the office in a few weeks. We're not really that rushed; the only thing that goes slow is uploading the account data to you each week."

"You could do your school work from the office if you had it."

"My classes aren't requiring research right now. But I will need it this fall, which is why they are installing it soon."

"How many more classes do you need to take?"

"I'll get my Associates Degree next May if I keep to my plans. All is well," I said, as I worked to think of a new topic. "Would you like to see the house? Burt's crew should be leaving now, so it's safe to walk through."

"Sure. I've seen the floor plans, but seeing the structure will make things easier to visualize."

We walked over to the house and walked in through the gap that would become the new backdoor.

"This will be the kitchen, dining area and the great room. The fireplace remains where it was in the den saving a lot of cost."

"It seems a bit off there," Janet remarked.

"Yeah, it's not the best position. But it was part of the compromise to keep costs down. We're going to have a built-in entertainment center put here to balance things out. That will - how did Jim put it? - give us two focal points on the wall."

"Balance, that makes sense. I can imagine tearing down the old fireplace and putting up a new one would be costly."

We continued the tour with me pointing out how things would eventually look. Janet seemed impressed.

"It will finally be big enough for the four of you," she said.

"It was big enough for us before," I replied.

"I guess what I mean is that it will give you enough room to be two couples living together without getting into each other's hair all the time."

"Yeah, there is that! It's going to seem really weird when Ryan and Will come back from school. I'm getting used to being alone with Erik and not having to worry about them being around."

"Making a relationship between two people work is difficult enough. Balancing that with having another couple sharing the house with you would be extremely difficult."

"Agreed," I said. "But we're committed to it."

We finished up the tour and walked back toward the office. Janet saw Erik head into the barn, so she followed him while I went back to my desk.

About thirty minutes later, Janet popped her head around the door of the office.

"See you tomorrow," she said. "And bring the measurements for the oven. We'll run out and pick out a reasonably priced one to order."

"Shame we don't have more options around here. It would be nice to just go pick one up tonight. Regardless, you're the best, Janet!" I exclaimed.

"Any-time, Hon." She blew me a kiss and left.

A short while later Erik came into the office.

"I hear we're going grocery shopping tonight," he remarked.

"So I was told. Then I get to go cook at Janet's tomorrow night."

"Why didn't you tell me the oven was that bad?"

"As I recall, I did. And so did Ryan and Will."

"OK, I wasn't paying enough attention. Sorry."

"It's OK. But we are both suffering the impacts of eating out too much."

"Yeah, I hadn't noticed it till Janet pointed it out to me," Erik admitted.

"Well, we'll be eating better from now on. No more going out for fast food."

"Well, a few more nights," he replied. "We don't have the new oven yet. Do we need anything else to make the kitchen work?"

"No, I've dug through boxes to get everything I want."

We went into town that night and picked out a new oven. Fortunately, it was only going to be three days before it would arrive. After the store we stopped at a local restaurant. We both ordered salads. After the meal we went grocery shopping.

The next night I went over to Janet's to prepare a few meals. I portioned out each meal to make sure that Erik and I didn't over-eat until we lost the extra weight .

A few days later I woke up as Erik was climbing out of bed.

"Baby, it's only four-thirty. What's up?" I asked.

"I'm going to go for a walk. I want to get some exercise."

"Huh? You walk and do physical work all day long."

"We both sit on our butts a lot during the day. I never really get my heart rate up like I should. I figured a long walk would be a good thing."

He was in his sweats by this point and had grabbed a pair of running shoes.

"Wait for me, I'll go with you."

It didn't take me many moments before we were out the trailer door and walking at a brisk pace toward the riding trails. We walked in silence for a long time, Erik was setting a very fast pace and I started to huff and puff a bit.

"I thought we were going to walk," I stated.

"We are walking. We have to do it at a good pace to make it exercise."

"OK. OK. I'll keep up."

The sun was barely peaking over the hills when we started out, so the woods were rather dark.

"You know, I never really get out here at this time of the day," Erik commented when we were far on the trail.

"It's been a while since I've been out here early too. Maybe in addition to walking the trails for exercise we should try riding them for fun once in a while."

"Riding for fun," Erik laughed. "When did we do that last?"

"Not since the guys left for college," I replied.

"We need to remedy that and make a little more time for us."

"How?" I asked .

"What if we hired a part-time person to run the office?"

"Huh? You'd want to do that?"

"Sure. To me it's a personal thing. I don't want the farm to take so much time that we don't have a life."

"I learned about that in school," I said. "They call it quality of life issues. Employers want to make sure that the company doesn't impact their employee's quality of life."

"Makes sense, but we're the employers and the job is impacting us. The farm's grown a lot over the last few years. The rental business is busy from March to late October. I figure we can find someone for half a day to do a lot of the office work and let us free up more of our time for the back-breaking work."

"That would be great. I don't want to have to wait another three years till we get some down time."

"Neither do I," Erik replied.

Erik had slowed his pace slightly while we talked. He reached over and took my hand as we kept moving. Unfortunately, even at the slower pace walking hand in hand was awkward, so I finally let go. It was just really nice to spend quiet time with him.

We got cleaned up after the walk and I made a good breakfast. Janet had spent a lot of time talking to me about ways to make meals more nutritious. Having fended for myself for a long time, I never really thought about what made a meal healthy.

We were out feeding the horses when the guys arrived. Everyone got busy with their assigned duties and the day blurred away. At the end of the day, I was sitting in the office finishing up the day's paperwork when Hank walked in.

"I hear y'all are going to be hiring some office help," he said.

"Yep, it will be good to push a lot of the paper work off on someone else," I replied.

"I've got a niece that needs to make some extra money. She worked in an office until she had her second kid. With two of them, day care got too expensive. Now the younger one has started kindergarten and she has mornings free."

"That would work out great. What about the summer-time?" I asked.

"Well, why don't I have her come around and talk with you? Maybe she can work something out."

"Sounds like a good plan."

I met with Hank's niece the next afternoon. I walked through the type of work we needed done and we discussed her skills. To me it seemed like a fit, I took her out to the stables and introduced her to Erik. He talked to her for a short time. Shaking her hand, he looked at me, smiled and winked.

When we got back to the office, I offered her the job. She seemed really excited about it and we decided she'd start the next day. We started training immediately with both Erik and me taking turns showing her how to deal with different issues.

One quiet morning, I got up to start the coffee. When I got back to the bedroom, I decided to climb back into bed.

"Morning," Erik said to me quietly.

"Morning yourself, Sleepyhead. Ezra and Hank are going to cover things this morning, so you and I get to sleep in."

"I don't know about sleeping," Erik replied.

With that he rolled over and positioned himself on top of me. He leaned his head down and started a deep kiss. Our moustaches merged as he pushed his tongue between my lips.

"What a way to start a morning," I moaned as he broke off the kiss.

"I'm going to show you just how good a morning can start."

Erik turned his body and disappeared under the covers. Within seconds his warm mouth enveloped my awakening dick. His maneuver had placed his cock right over my face so I took the head between my lips.

As I worked his shaft deeper into my throat, I heard happy sounds coming from under the covers. I took the sheet and comforter in hand and threw it off the bed.

We each continued to work up and down on the other's dick. Erik's hands were wrapped around my legs helping him stay in position. Lying flat on my back, I was able to let my hands roam up and down his back, ass and legs -- my fingers playing with all the fur!

Erik started pushing his dick in and out of my mouth, attempting to pick up the pace. I started bucking up into his mouth in response.

Suddenly, Erik tightened his grip on my legs and started to roll to one side. I realized what he was doing and followed his roll. We ended up lying side-by-side, the sixty-nine never broken. With better access, Erik's hands started to explore my body. It didn't take long till I felt his hands playing with my ass .

His hands trigger a need in me. I pulled my dick out of his mouth while I let his slip out of mine. I reached down and rolled Erik flat onto his back. Positioning my ass right over his face, I leaned forward and took his cock back in my mouth. My efforts were rewarded when I felt Erik's goatee start to tease my ass.

I groaned as he pushed his hairy face into my ass crack. It tickled and felt good all at once. I held still and let him work his tongue into the crack till it touched my hole.

"Mmmmm..." I moaned around his cock.

He let his tongue twist and turn, playing over my hole. It felt wonderful having him tease me. Erik was an expert, now, on making my ass feel really good.

I pushed back a little and felt the tip of his tongue slip in a bit. He started using his tongue to work my hole open, relaxing it. The spit from his tongue also started to lube it just a bit. Erik continued his ministrations on my ass as I continued to slobber all over his dick.

I felt Erik's hands pushing up on my ass. I lifted up a bit, but Erik kept pushing.

"On your back, Big Boy," he ordered.

I lay on my back and pulled my knees to my chest. Erik got his face between my ass cheeks and restarted his efforts on opening up my hole. His tongue slipped back in, and in this position he was able to stream a lot more spit up into me.

I felt a second invader join his tongue. He pushed a finger in with his tongue to help open me up more. The two were doing a good job and my hole twitched a lot, confirming to me I was ready to get fucked.

"Fuck me, Erik," I begged. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me fast! Just fucking fuck me!"

Erik pulled his tongue and finger out and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He quickly added a squirt to my hole and then slicked up his dick. He lined up the head with my hole and slowly eased in.

I reached up and wrapped my arms as far around his back as I could, pulling his body to me and pushing his dick deeper and deeper into my hole.

"Ah, that's it," I moaned.

"Fucking hot hole," he replied.

"Fuck it!"

Erik pulled his dick back until only the head remained in my ass. Then he pushed slowly back in.

"That's it, Baby," I encouraged.

He continued the long, slow, almost leisurely fuck strokes. His dick was meant to be in my ass and I clenched my hole as he slid in to show him how much I wanted it to stay there.

Erik's strokes hit all the right buttons with me. His cock kept sliding over my prostate sending shivers throughout my body. Then he picked up the pace a bit and changed his angle. The head of his dick battered a new spot in my ass and I loved it -- groaning as he did. He kept switching his pace and angle as the fuck continued. My hole spasmed as he continued to show me how much he knew about fucking it.

After a long period of pummeling my ass, he again changed angles and this time his dick lined up straight into my hole. He accelerated his pace. I started clenching my ass around his dick on the in strokes .

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned.

I clenched a bit harder as his thrust slid in.

"Oh, FUCK!" he yelled.

His dick pulled out and then plunged in deeper.

"FUCK!" he screamed.

I felt his cock spasm in my ass and felt the warmth of his cum filling me up.

He collapsed on top of me and I raised up a bit and kissed him.

"Wanna walk this morning, or was that enough exercise?" I asked him.

"I think a short walk is still in order."

It was late August and the guys were due back from Blacksburg for the two weeks between the Summer session and the start of the Fall term. Christine had left at noon, so when I heard the phone ringing I walked over to the phone in the stable and picked it up .

"Hello. How may I help you?"

"I'm trying to reach Erik Chamberlain and Tracer Klein," a deep voice said. "This is Trooper Wilson speaking."

"This is Tracer Klein. How can I help you?"

"Sir, I have you as an emergency contact for a Will Klein. He and Ryan Chamberlain have been in an accident. They are currently at Bluefield Regional Medical Center."

"What?" I nearly screamed. "How are they?"

"Both young men were conscious when they were transported. I just arrived from the scene and they are currently being evaluated by the ER doctors."

"OK, OK, I'll get Erik and we'll head over immediately. We should be there in an hour, I'd guess."

I hung up the phone and ran towards the back of the barn. Erik wasn't anywhere to be found, but I found Ezra.

"Ezra, where's Erik?" I asked. Panic filled my voice.

"He and Randy road out to the back fence to look at some damage that Randy found. What's up?"

"Ryan and Will were in a hospital. I mean they were in an accident and are in the hospital."

"They've got a radio," Ezra said. He grabbed his walkie-talkie off his hip. "Ezra to Randy."

We waited a moment. "Randy here, what's up?"

"Erik with you?"

"He's a bit ahead of me. What's up?"

"Get him back here now. The boys were in an accident."

"Oh, SHIT! We'll be back fast."

I stood there with Ezra. He did his best to keep me calm while we waited. About five minutes of this nervous waiting and I heard hoofs at a full gallop. Erik and Randy rode right into the stables.

"What happened," Erik yelled as he dismounted.

"A trooper called. They were in an accident and are at Bluefield. They were conscious when transported. That's all I really know."

"That's it?" Erik's voice was more panicked than mine was earlier.

"Yeah, let's just go!"

"We'll take care of Midnight," Ezra assured us.

Erik's horse taken care of, we ran to Erik's truck. He backed the truck out of his parking space, pointed towards the road and took off like a bat out of hell. We'd been driving a few minutes when I decided to look at the speedometer.

"Erik, please slow down."

"I want to get there!"

"I do too, but I want to get there alive!"

Erik didn't say anything for a few moments. Finally, I put my hand on his leg.

"Erik, slow down. I don't want to go to the hospital myself."

This time I felt his leg relax just a bit. The truck slowed down slightly.

"OK. OK."

"I know you're worried. I am too, but killing us to get there won't help," I said.

"Did the officer say anything about the accident?" Erik asked.

"No. I figure we'll find out when we get there."


We drove in silence to the hospital.

Erik found a parking space and we ran to the ER.

"I'm Erik Chamberlain, my son Ryan was brought here after an accident."

"I'm Tracer Klein, my brother Will was also brought in from the accident."

"One moment, Gentlemen. Let me check the status," the receptionist said.

We stood there for a few minutes while the receptionist made a couple phone calls. A few moments later, a tall Virginia State Police officer walked up to us.

"Gentlemen, I'm Trooper Wilson," he said.

"Officer, what happened?" Erik asked.

"The boys' vehicle was coming off Route 460. At the first light, witnesses indicate that a tractor-trailer ran a red light and hit the truck. The primary point of impact was the bed of the truck. To be honest, having seen the pickup, if the truck had hit the cab I don't think they'd have survived."

"Oh, shit," Erik muttered .

I couldn't really think of words to say.

"Any idea how bad they are?" Erik asked.

"As I mentioned on the phone, both boys were conscious when they were transported from the scene. I waited on site with the driver of the tractor-trailer until backup arrived," the Trooper explained.

"What happens to him?" I asked.

"He's being charged with running a red light and reckless driving. Beyond that, the accident investigation team will determine if other charges are necessary. The pickup is going to be towed to a local lot. I don't know what was left in it that should be removed. I'll write the address down for you."

"Thanks, Officer."

"Mr. Chamberlain?" a voice asked from behind me. I turned to see a doctor standing behind me.

"I'm Dr. Smith. I'd like to talk to you about Ryan."

"What's his condition?" Erik asked.

Dr. Smith was about to start his explanation when a second doctor approached .

"Mr. Klein?"

"That's me," I answered.

"I'm Dr. Jaroneski. I understand you're Will's brother. I have a status if you've got a moment."

I looked at Erik, his face was pale white. I didn't want to miss hearing either doctor's report and I guess my panic showed.

"Doctors, we'd both like to hear the condition of both boys."

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