Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 20:00:55 EDT
From: Bentedcol@aol.com
Subject: Last Resort Chapter 11

This is the same old warning with the same old stuff, telling you to do the
same old things. If you are offended by material that contains sex between
young boys, continue no farther. Go away now. Leave. Now that you are
reading this portion, I am assuming you're not offended. However, if it is
illegal in your area that you live to read this sort of material, then
leave, go away. Still with us? Either it is legal for you, or you have no
respect for the law. Now, if you are under the age of 18..why bother
telling you, you will read it anyway. So enjoy the story and remember that
this story is completely fiction and is also copyrighted. Enjoy!!!

The Last Resort
Chapter 11

	All the eyes turned and saw Dan Simmons walk in. His eyes were
blood shot and read. He pulled out hanky from his back pocket and sneezed
really loud, causing Billy to jump at the table. He blew is nose with a
thundering blast that sound like a sick flock of geese. "Pardon me, it's
these damn allergies."
	"Brad, who died?" asked Janie.
	"Someone died?" asked Dan as he walked into the room.
	"That was Deputy Kane. Cody Wilder was killed tonight."
	The room went deathly silent. Louise and Janie both had tears form
up in their eyes. Billy sat there with his jaw wide open, not believing his
ears.
	"Oh my God, how?" asked Bob.
	"He took out the garbage tonight for his mom and evidently there
was a bee's nest near the dumpster in the back of the ice cream parlor. He
stumbled upon it, causing the next to swarm after him. Cody was deathly
allergic to bee stings. By the time his mother found him, he was blue and
convulsing. By the time they got him to the hospital, he was dead."
	Jason, Billy, Ozone and Dizzy sat there looking at each other
dumbfounded. They just saw Cody this afternoon. How could he be dead?
	"Deputy Kane wanted to give us heads up for tomorrow. He's not sure
how the other kids will react." Brad sat down and wiped the stray tear from
his left eye. He looked over at the table where the boys were sitting. A
wave of melancholy and darkness had flooded the room.
	Silently and quietly the four boys stood up and went upstairs to
their bedroom. They each flopped onto their cots. They were still only half
believing the depressing news that they just heard. How could someone their
age be dead?
	Earlier that night, Billy had hoped that he would find some action
with Ozone and Dizzy and possibly with Jason, but now it was different. He
lost the mood. All he could think about is Cody be stung by a swarm of bees
and no one was there to help him.
	One by one the boys drifted off to sleep. As the catch lights in
their eyes were succumb by their eye lids, so was the stars succumb by the
incoming clouds. The breeze picked up and the occasional heat lightning was
flickering.
	Ozone found himself on the pier. He heard something move in the
boathouse. He crept to the door and peered in. He could hear two male
voices, but couldn't see anything. He quietly slid inside and hid behind a
boat that was sitting on braces out of water. Ozone could saw two boys
sitting in another boat that was floating in the water. They were sitting
side by side smoking cigarettes. The first boy was short and pudgy. His jet
black hair was slicked back with gel or some greasy byproduct. He had a
black t-shirt on, jeans that were cuffed at the bottom, white socks, and
what appeared to be a pair of black converse basketball shoes.
	The second boy had bright orange hair that was shaped by a crew
cut. He wore thick black frame glasses with a piece of tape wrapped around
the middle portion of them. He had a plain white t-shirt on and a pair of
pants that were cuffed at the bottom. He had his shoes off. He took a drag
of the cigarette and flicked the tiny butt into the water.
	Both boys appeared to be 15 or 16 years old. They sat very
comfortable next to each other and just mumbled small talk to each
other. The black hair boy reached down beside him and pulled out a bottle
of beer and took a swig. He passed it to his friend, who in return took a
swig too. The black hair boy stood up and walked to the back of the small
boat and unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis
	"Hey Matthew, can I hold it?" asked the redhead crew cut boy.
	Matthew turned and gave the other boys a devilish smile. "You can
always hold it, Jeremy."
	Jeremy stood up and walked over to Matthew. He reached around and
pulled Matthew's penis out further and aimed it at the water. Matthew
groaned in relief as a strong stream of golden flow hit the water, causing
a ripple effect to happen. The tiny ripples were soon stopped when they
would crash into the closed boathouse garage door. Once Matthew was done
peeing, Jeremy shook it five times.
	"You know, you shake it more then twice, you are playing with it."
	"That's exactly what I am doing," assured Jeremy.
	"If you want to play with it, just don't shake it. Really play with
it."
	Jeremy knelt down onto his knees. He pulled Matthew's pants down to
his ankles. There before him was a hardening dick that was surrounded by a
dark patch of pubic hair. Growing from the top of the patch, leading to the
belly button, was a thin trail of small, dark hair. Jeremy began stroking
the cock and within seconds, it was hard and firm. Jeremy stuck out his
tongue and began licking the purple head. A small amount of clear semen
began to ooze out of the slit. Jeremy plowed it up with his tongue and
stood up, taking Matthew's shirt off as he did so. With his tongue still
hanging out, he slipped it into Matthew's mouth. The two boys embraced each
other and gave a long hard passionate kiss to one another. As they were
kissing, Matthew took off Jeremy's shirt, breaking the kiss only long
enough to get the shirt over Jeremy's head. Then his fingers started to
fiddle around the black leather belt. Once the tops of the pants were
undone, Matthew broke the kiss and knelt down to the raging hard on of the
red head. Matthew swept his fingers through the red pubic hair and brought
his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He then brought his nose up close to
Jeremy's body. The tip of his nose was touching his skin in the middle of
the pubic patch, while pubic hairs ran up his nose and tickled the
inside. Matthew inhaled through his nose slowly, taking in the sweet aroma
of young boy. He stuck out his tongue and ran it gently and teasingly up
Jeremy's 6 « inch throbbing cock. He reached up and started to fondle
slightly hair covered sack as he took only the head of Jeremy's cock in his
mouth. He teased it with his tongue and slowly took it into his
mouth. Jeremy moaned with pleasure and closed his eyes to enjoy the
sensations that were sweeping through his body. Matthew began to bob his
head up and down, taking in the boy's aroma every time his nose pressed
against his hair covered skin. Jeremy started to thrust his hips, matching
the same rhythm as Matthew. Matthew pumped harder and harder, continuing to
fondle Jeremy's balls. He felt the excited testicles begin to move up
closer to Jeremy's dick. Jeremy's breathing became uneven and rapid.
	"Now!!!" yelled Jeremy.
	Matthew quickly took Jeremy's cock out of his mouth. He began
pumping it with all his might in his huge hands and old faithful blew her
top, blasting four powerful squirts into Matthew's face. Matthew moved his
head around; as if he was washing his face off with Jeremy's white, sweet
smelling cum. Matthew bent over and stuck his tongue out to catch the
dripping drool leftover. He slowly leaned back and there was a small clear
string of goo connecting the two. It snapped, leaving a trail of goo down
the center of Matthew's chin.
	With cum splattered and dripping all over his face, Matthew led
Jeremy to his hands and knees, exposing his pale white ass. He climbed
around Jeremy and buried his cum covered face into Jeremy's crack. Jeremy
could feel the slime between his cheeks and the sweet sensation of
Matthew's tongue probing his rose bud.
	Ozone stood behind the boat and watched with awe as Matthew began
to slide his hard, throbbing cock into Jeremy. Ozone was had his hand down
his pants and was stroking himself. He could feel his hand being covered
with lots of precum. Ozone's hand began to match the pumping motion of
Matthew. Then a bitter odor swept past Ozone's nose.
	The slapping sound increased as Matthew's lower front whammed into
Jeremy's reddening ass cheeks. Through the grunts and groans Jeremy said
"Matthew, you smell something?"
	"Not now, almost there" cried Matthew.
	"It.smells..like...gasoline." said Jeremy in between thrusts.
	Ozone heard a clinking of chains and a click. He saw movement
fluttering through the slats of the boat house. He ran towards the door and
it was locked. Somebody had chained it from the outside.
	"Whoosh!!!" the sides of the boathouse lit up in bright fiery
flames, causing Ozone to fall back into a rack that held up fishing poles.
	"Holy Shit!!!" yelled both boys in the boat. They quickly got,
stumbling over their pants that were wrapped around their ankles. They
clumsily and franticly raced tot eh door. They shook it with all their
might.
	"It's locked," cried Jeremy in pure terror.
	"Quick the garage door," yelled Matthew. They raced to the door,
jumping into the not quite waist deep water. Both boys were coughing as the
smoke entangled itself in their throats. They were gasping for air.
	"It won't open."
	The boathouse was howling in pain as the fiery demon bore its
flaming teeth into the dried out skin. Ozone stumbled back to his feet and
ran to the window. A ban of flame was wrapped around it. Ozone heart's
stopped and his hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end when he saw
eyes, evil eyes peering in on them through the window.
	The boathouse howled again. The slats and beams screamed with pain,
as it finally gave way. Ozone looked at the Jeremy and Matthew's terror
covered faces as they look up and put their arms up in front of their eyes
to block what was coming. Ozone looked up and saw the roof began to topple
upon them. Connor put his arms up too, to block the flaming avalanche and
he let out a terrifying cry. He quickly stat up in his cot, covered with
sweat. His heart was racing and pounding hard.
	Dizzy felt the coolness of the rain fall upon his face. It was
light drizzle and the air the surrounded him, was cool. A small flash of
lightning and a gentle rumble that followed, brought a stable into view for
Dizzy. He saw someone with a jacket over his head run into it. Dizzy
followed.
	Dizzy's nose twitched as he could smell the aroma of horses in the
stable. Some of the horses made noises as if it was sneezing. He walked
halfway down and saw this one beautiful gray mare.
	Inside the mare's stall was a boy, about 17 years old. He was
wearing only a pair of pants, baring his masculine chest and six pack
abdomen. His chest was smooth and tanned. He had shoulder length brown hair
and blue greenish eyes. His large hands were combing the mare.
	The distant thunder began to draw in close and get a little
louder. Dizzy didn't see the person who came running in. He knew it
couldn't be the boy that stood grooming the horse. He was too tall.
	Dizzy stepped into the neighboring stall, be careful where he
stepped. He peaked over the side and saw another boy. This boy was only 11
or 12. He was very thin, not undernourished, but just really thin. His
white blonde hair was done up in a bowl cut. He had baby blue eyes that
caused Dizzy to stare at constantly. The boy was wearing a pair of pants, a
button down white shirt and his bare feet hid under the hay that laid below
then.
	"Brett, are you going to help me get that feeling again tonight?"
asked the young lad.
	"If you want Kyle," smiled the older boy.
	"When will I shoot the white stuff like you do?"
	"You just turned 11 last week. Give it another year or two."
	"I like when I get that feeling."
	"I like it too."
	"What is that white stuff that comes out of your pipi?"
	"It's called sperm."
	"Sperm? Well whatever it's called, it's nasty tasting. I don't want
you to pee it in my mouth again."
	"Whatever you want Kiddo," smiled Brett.
	"Why do you have sperm and I don't?"
	"Because your body don't start making it until you are around 12 or
13. I was almost 13 before I shot my first load."
	"I liked it when you put my pipi in your mouth last night. That was
neat."
	"I liked it when you had my member in your mouth," said Brett as he
finished up grooming the horse.
	"Yeah, it was okay. You kept gagging me, because it is so big. Then
I thought I was going to throw up when that white stuff came out. How big
is your pipi?"
	"Almost seven inches."
	"How big do you think mine is?" asked Kyle as he pulled down his
pants and a little boner sprang up.
	Brett looked at the smooth, hairless boy. He could feel himself
starting to get excited. "Oh I don't know without measuring it. But I am
guessing between two and three inches."
	"Will I ever get as big as you?"
	"Maybe when you get my age."
	"Hey kiddo, you want to try something neat?"
	"Yeah, what?"
	"First of all, go ahead and take off all your clothes."
	The young boy did as he was told. This was the fourth time doing
this in front of Brett. It was only four days ago when Brett first
introduced to him the dry orgasm. Brett took off his pants, revealing his
large cock that was surrounded by a mount of pubic hair. He guided little
Kyle onto his hands and knees and told him to stick his bum up in the air.
	Dizzy felt his own member get hard as Brett's face cheeks came in
contact with Kyle's ass cheeks. Dizzy could hear the slurping noise of
Brett's tongue penetrating Kyle's tight virgin asshole. The thunder started
was starting to get louder and clash like cymbals.
	"That was the Token and their number one hit, The Lion Sleeps
Tonight," said a voice from small transistor radio laying in the corner or
the stall. "1962 is such a good year for music, but let me take you back to
last year with Cliff Richards and the Shadows title song hit to their movie
The Young Ones"
	Kyle left out a scream at the same time the thunder roared. Brett
just place the head to his aching cock inside Kyle's ass.
	"That hurts" cried Kyle.
	"You want me to come out?" asked Brett sympathetically.
	"Will it feel better if you keep going?" asked Kyle who was so
anxious to please the older boy.
	"It should, just need to stretch your insides."
	The young boy cried and yelped again as Brett pushed half his cock
inside the boys bowels. He stopped and waited for a few minutes. Brett
finally completely emerged himself into the young, crying boy. He kept
asking Kyle if he wanted him to come out, but Kyle was a little trooper and
through his tears, he said keep going. Brett slowly and gently thrust
himself in and out of Kyle. He tried to do it as painless as possible for
the boy. He didn't' want to hurt the boy. He truly loved the young lad. He
fell in love with him the first time he saw him. It was the day when his
family hired him to be the stable boy at the Manor. Kyle tried to pump
slower, but his hormones were flying rampant through his body. He held onto
the boy's hips and pulled him closer to him as he thrust inward. Kyle could
feel Brett's dick swell and soon he felt a gush of warm liquid flood out
his insides. Beads of sweat were dripping off of Brett's forehead and onto
the bare back of Kyle. Brett slowly backed out of Kyle helped him up. Brett
stayed on his knees as Kyle stood naked before him. He gave Kyle a peck on
the lips and then lowered his head and took in Kyle's balls and penis
completely into his mouth. With in minutes Kyle gasped and shook all
over. He had had a dry orgasm. The two boys laid on the hay wrapped up in
each other's arms. They soon fell fast asleep.
	Dizzy heard something. He saw someone. A small pistol of some sort
was raised up in the air. As the thunder outside cracked with power, smoke
flared from the gun. The gray horse in the stall with the two young boys
bucked up on its hind legs and screamed as it came back down. The horse did
this over and over again. Dizzy stood there speechless, powerless. None of
his muscles would move. He watched as the horse continued to stomp on the
two boys, until the blood bubbles forming from their mouths, popped
releasing their last breath.
	Dizzy was frozen with terror. He wanted to scream, but his voice
was taken from him. He wanted to run, but his feet were bolted to the
floor. He wanted to close his eyes and make the image before him disappear,
but something was keeping his eyes forced opened. He managed to turn his
head and saw eyes. An evil set of eyes.
	Dizzy finally woke up and screamed a silent scream. Sweat was
dripping off of him, as if someone had thrown a bucket of water on him. He
looked around in the dark, searching for those evil eyes. Making sure they
were there in the same room as him.
	Billy saw an eerie light glowing out of the cracks from the door
ahead of him. He crept down the tunnel. Chills pierced his body as he heard
a loud slap with a crying of a young boy. He continued to walk, stopping
each time he heard that hair raising slap. He stopped at the door and
opened it as quietly and slowly as possible. He poked his head in to see a
shadow of a hand with a leather hide strike down hard on a boy. Billy
looked at the silhouette before him. The figure sharply turned his head
around and his eyes, evil eyes pierced through Billy. Billy screamed in
horror.
	Billy sat straight up in his cot. Those eyes. Those evil eyes. He
heard Ozone scream and sat up in his cot. Although Dizzy's scream was
auditable, Billy heard him sit up too in terror. Billy was angry because he
had forgotten to set his alarm. He looked down and those too familiar
numbers appeared on the face of his watch. 2:37.
	Jason stirred in his cot and pulled the pillow over his head to
shut out the screams. He was incoherent to what the other boy's had just
experienced.
	"Dizzy, you awake?" asked Ozone who was out of breath.
	"Yeah, you?"
	"Yeah."
	"Did you guys have a nightmare?" asked Billy.
	"Yeah, it was horrible," said Ozone.
	"Let me guess, it was about two boys being whipped to death with a
raw hide," suggested Billy.
	"No, mine was about two boys being burned to death in a
boathouse. I was trapped with them." Ozone felt a surge of pain on his
right arm. He took his flashlight and shined on the arm that he had used to
block the falling flaming beams in his dreams. His entire arm was covered
with a first degree burn.
	Boathouse? Bill thought to himself. He never dreamt about a
boathouse before. Matter of a fact, there was no boat house on the
premise. This was new to him.
	"My arm hurts. How did this happen?"
	"Dizzy, did you dream about a boathouse?" asked Billy.
	"No, I was in the stable. I believe that it was the stable on the
other side of the field that we got the rocks from the other day."
	"What did you see?"
	"It was horrible. These two kids, one was younger then us, the
other older, were having sex in one of the horse's stall. Then there was a
loud bang and the horse bucked and landed down..." Dizzy's voice trailed
off.
	"What made the horse buck?" asked Billy.
	"Someone was in the stable and shot a gun in the air, spooking the
horse, I guess."
	"Ozone, what started the fire?"
	"I think it was arson. I walked into the boathouse, but when I
tried to get out of it, the door was chained shut from the outside."
	"Billy they were just dreams right? I mean they felt so real,
realer then any other dram I have ever had, but nevertheless, it was just a
dream. Right?" asked Dizzy.
	"I don't know," was all Billy could say.
	In the morning, Billy woke up only going to sleep about two hours
prior. HE could feel his body want to go back to sleep. The lack of sleep
the past few nights were starting to take a toll on him. But he was awake
and he had to go check some stuff out. He got up, threw some clothes on and
looked at Dizzy and Ozone both sleeping. They were stirring in their cots
constantly, neither of them sleepy well. Jason was in his normal
position. The sheets and pillow over his head and his bare feet exposed to
the world.
	A cool mist lightly grazed Billy's face as he went outside. The sun
was waking up itself, but could not be seen, for the dark, dismal clouds
covered the sky. Billy went down to the pier on the lake. He started to
look at the pier more closely. He never noticed it before, but there were
burn marks on some of the posts that were in the water. Billy looked in the
water on that side of the pie and saw that at one time, a structure did
stand there. But it was gone. The only thing left behind was two pillars
with charcoaled ends, barely popping out of the water.
	Billy went back to the Inn. When he entered the Inn, his nose
welcome the aroma of French toast, bacon and home fried potatoes being
cooked. He went into the kitchen and saw him mother and Louise pouring
themselves a couple of coffee.
	"Morning Sunshine. How did you sleep?" asked his mother.
	"Same as always." Billy then ran up the stairs in back into his
room. By this time, Ozone and Dizzy couldn't fight the space between the
conscious and unconscious state, so they gave into the conscious state.
	"Good, you guys are awake. How much history do you know about this
place?"
	"Nothing really. It's always been closed and off limits," said
Ozone.
	"Have you ever heard of any stories of kids being murdered here or
anything>"
	"No, why? Do you think our dreams were real?" asked Dizzy.
	"Real at one time." Billy then explained everything he and Andrew
had went through since they had arrived. He told them about the underground
railroad tunnels, the nightmares, the body grabbing him out of the lake and
the mirror. He told them about the newspaper articles at the library. As
unreal and unbelievable it sounded, Dizzy and Ozone believed every word he
said. If Billy would had told them the day prior, they would thought that
Billy was loony, but not now. Not since they had those dreams.
	Billy, Jason, Ozone and Dizzy stood on the porch out of the rain,
as the bus pulled up. The kids filed out of it and into he Inn. Jason
followed Mindy into the house. Boomer was the last one to get off. He was
pale and seemed to be a bit shaken. His eyes were a little red and he
seemed to be holding back tears. He walked up to the porch looked at each
boy in the eyes, then he burst out in tears.
	"Cody is dead,"
	"We know," said Billy. He went over and held on to him. Dizzy and
Ozone joined them, and the four boys stood on the porch embracing and
hugging each other. Once they pulled themselves together, they went and did
their assigned tasks, but without energy and motivation.
	The rainy day dragged on. Most of the kids worked in
silence. Although none of them really knew Cody, they still felt a
loss. Right before the kids were about to load up the bus and call it a
day, Deputy Kane gathered the kids around.
	"I just got word that tomorrow is Cody Wilder's funeral. It is at
10 a.m. Since tomorrow is Saturday and a non work day for some of you,
although not required, I hope you will go pay Cody his last respects and go
the funeral. As for you kids who work tomorrow, Mr. Townshend agreed that
these are special circumstances and there will be no work day tomorrow, but
he encourages you to attend Cody's funeral." Deputy Kane then loaded the
kids up and soon the bus departed down the muddy driveway.
	"Dad, can we go to Cody's funeral?" asked Billy.
	"Yes you can. Your mother and I were already planning on going."
	"How about us?" asked Jason.
	"We're going too," assured Bob.
	Billy sat in his cot. He looked at his watch and saw it was almost
10 at night. In 12 hours they would be burying a boy around his age. This
gave him the creeps. He let out a yawn and made sure he set his alarm. Then
he drifted off to sleep. No sooner he fell asleep, it felt like his alarm
just went off. He woke up and sat up for 20 minutes. As soon as the deadly
time went by, he drifted off back to sleep.
	Billy woke up to a loud boom. He jumped out of his bed. Dull gray
light was piercing through his window. He looked at his watch and saw it
was 8 in the morning. He went down stairs and saw the adults up and
drinking coffee. His mother was already wearing the dress that she was
going to wear for the funeral. Before long, Billy and his family stood
outside at the bottom of the stairs to a small country chapel in the center
of town.
	Billy saw Ozone and Dizzy walk down the street together. Dizzy's
mom and his two sisters were with him, and Ozone's mom was with him. Boomer
and his family were walking down on the opposite side of the street.
	Dizzy and Ozone reached Billy first. "Any dreams last night?" asked
Billy.
	"Nothing like the other night," said Ozone.
	"No dreams here," said Dizzy.
	Billy looked and saw Jason over with Mindy. They were holding
hands. A small surge of anger flared up in him, seeing this. He didn't
understand how they could do what they have done and then go to the other
side.
	Billy, Ozone, Dizzy and Boomer sat together. Billy felt someone
push him down the row a bit to make room for them. He turned and saw Andrew
sitting down. They didn't' say a word to each other. The five boys stared
up front and saw Cody's lifeless body lay in a small coffin. None of them
wanted to go up front and get a closer look, but they could tell he had
marks all over his face, touched up by the mortician as best as he could.
	The old minister delivered a nice sermon and soon the funeral
recession lead to the cemetery just outside of town. Billy looked around
and saw that every juvenile delinquent was there paying their last
respects. This made Billy feel good. After the body the final prayer was
spoken and Psalm 23 was read, Cody's father escorted his devastated wife to
the car.
	Billy, Ozone, Andrew, Dizzy and Boomer started wondering through
the cemetery, kicking stones and branches, with their hands in their
pockets. They were slowly heading back to the row of cars that were parked
on the dirt path that divided the cemetery. Dizzy stopped suddenly.
	"Oh my God, look!" he pointed to a grave stone.

Kyle Alexander Born: April 12, 1951 Died: April 17, 1962

	The other boys looked at it and read it. "Yeah, so?" asked Boomer.
	"His name was Kyle. It was 1962. I remember."
	"What are you talking about?"
	"I had this dream where a kid who had just celebrated his 11th
birthday died. It was in 1962. I remember that from my dream. This has too
be him."
	"Come on Dizzy. Even for you this is pretty crazy."
	An elderly gentleman with a black tuxedo came walking past them. He
stopped and looked at the gravestone that they were looking at. Billy
recognized him to be one of the funeral directors.
	"Kyle Alexander, poor kid. I remember that as if it was yesterday,"
said the old man.
	"You know him?" asked Billy.
	"No, not really. But the reason I remember him is that he was found
trampled to death in the stable at Dunstin Manor. I just signed on to be an
apprentice and he was the first corpse I had to work on. It was very tough,
because he was so young."
	"What about the other boy? Brett," asked Dizzy.
	The Funeral Director had a very surprised and shocking expression
his face. "How, how did you know about Brett?"
	"Uh," paused Dizzy.
	"Just through ghost stories at the school cafeteria," chimed in
Ozone.
	"That's odd."
	"Why?" asked Billy.
	"No one was supposed to know about Brett. He was an orphan with no
attachments to society. His death was given a very hush hush funeral."
	"Why was that?"
	"Ah, nothing that you kids needs to know."
	"Who was Kyle Alexander?" asked Billy.
	"His parents owned Dunstin Manor at the time. But a year after
their son died, they were killed in a car accident. Anyway, you better get
going. The rain held off long enough, it's looking like it is ready to rain
again. Besides, I'm sure your folks are waiting for ya." The funeral
director then went on his way to the parked vehicles.
	"Why was Brett's funeral kept quiet?" asked Ozone.
	"Maybe because the Alexander's didn't want anyone knowing that
their son was found dead and naked with a boy, not to mention that he
probably had cum spewing out of his butt," suggest Dizzy.
	"Yeah, they wouldn't want anyone knowing that Kyle was gay," added
Andrew.
	The boys stopped talking and thought about what they just learned
as they headed to their cars. Boomer just let the words go in one ear and
out of the other. He didn't believe any of the ghost stories they were
telling.
	Everyone went back to the Ice cream Parlor for the typical after
burial refreshments. Billy saw Boomer go out the back into the small back
yard. He decided to go follow his friend. Then the hairs on the back of his
neck stood on end. He felt eyes upon him. He turned and saw the old man in
the wheel chair across the room, eyeing him down. He noticed that the old
man had longs a suit jacket on, and he did his best to keep pulling the
sleeves down to cover up a bunch of band aides on his arms. The old man
stopped looking at Billy, when he saw Billy was staring at his arms. He
grabbed the little wheelchair operating handle and pushed it forward to
move into the crowd where Billy couldn't see him. Boomer came back in,
before Billy could join him.
	Billy walked up to his parents. They were socializing with some
people he never met. His sister, Molly was hiding behind her mother's
dress. He saw Ozone's mother approach his father.
	"Excuse me, Mr. McDowell?"
	"Please call Brad/"
	"Okay, Brad. I just wanted to thank you and your wife for watching
Tommy for me the other night."
	"Tommy?"
	"Yes, Tommy Maxwell. Everyone calls him Ozone. I am his mother,
Ellen Maxwell."
	"Nice to meet you Ellen. This is my wife Janie."
	The two ladies shook hands.
	"I work double shifts a lot to make ends meet and I hate leaving
Tommy home alone at night. Kelly Edwards has been a real doll and help me
out."
	"Ozone was really good and we would love to have him stay the night
with us again sometime," said Janie.
	Ozone came out of the crowd and he heard his name and only part of
the conversation. He had a big grin on his face. "What's that? I'm spending
tonight with Billy?"
	"Not tonight, Ozone. Mrs. Edwards said she will watch you again."
	"He can spend the night tonight, if it is alright with you."
	Billy and Ozone got very hopeful. "Can I please, mom? Maybe Dizzy
can come too."
	Before Brad, Janie, Kelly Edwards, Ellen Maxwell and Boomer's knew
what hit them, all their sons were spending the night at Dunstin Manor.

To Be Continued..

I hope you really enjoyed this chapter and still enjoying the story. I am
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suggestions or ideas where you would like to see the story go, feel free to
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from you all soon. -Ben