Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 11:42:13 +1200 From: arthur Subject: Tigerman part 3 TIGERMAN Part Three By Arthur. Brett along with the two boys moved to the rear of the small restaurant and as they sat Brett took the chair against the back wall as the boys took the two chairs oposite him. The restaurant specialised in Italian food and the smells of olive oil and garlic along with fresh tomatoe paste's and frying onions was heavy in the air making for some very mouth watering thoughts. Fore had pulled his chair a little closer to Stewarts without trying to make it to obvious but the feel of Fore's knee gently pressing against his own gave Stewart a comforting feeling. The waiter, a young guy, came over to them and with a secretive smile and looked at Brett. "Hi Mario, how's your Dad?" "Bella, Brett, what would you and your guests like tonight?" "Something filling and tasty Mario, you decide, we're not in any hurry so just take your time with it and we'll have a bottle of Chianti to keep us wet." "No problems, be right back." Mario was about twenty years old and had the swathy good looks of the mediteraenian, his skin was smooth and without a blemish. The body under the cloths looked compact and he moved with a feline grace as he left the three alone. Fore reached over and laid his right arm over the shoulders of Stewart in a comforting way that had feelings of safety running through Stewart's body. A small pressure from Fores arm and Stewart leaned into the warming influence of the older boy. Brett looked at the two of them as they sat there together and thought of what they had been through and the obvious developing relationship. A thought flashed through his mind as he saw Stewart lean into Fore, that they would be able to overcome any obsticle put in their path if they could maintain their trust and love for each other. Mario Appeared with the asked for bottle and after opening it with a flourish, poured out the first of the rich red wine for his guests. Brett looked up and nodded his thanks and with a smile and a wink turned back to the problems of the protection of these other two boys. Stewart looked up into Fore's eyes as the boy hugged him just a touch closer and Stewarts mind soured with the closeness he felt for the street boy, in his head he heard the tinkling of crystal wind chimes and the buzzing of an insect followed by the small grunt from Brett in what he thought was agreement to their feelings for each other. The burning sensation that Stewart first felt on the side of his face was like a gigantic blush but the loud 'CRACK' That seemed to follow it was like a spark of lightening striking his ear. Stewart thought his world was going to be like roses as the view before him turned into a soft red glow as he saw Bretts face become crimson and the wall behind him began to change colour. Stewart felt himself falling downward and a heavy weight descend from above him as the floor beneath him appeared to rush upwards to meet him. From somewhere in the far off distance he heard a scream followed with the crashing of tables and chairs as people tried to rush away from where the three friends were only moments ago sitting with the blood red wine sparkling in the soft candles at the center of the table. 'BLOOD RED' "FORE.......FORE?" The weight on top of Stewart moved cautiously as Fore began to look around and as Stewart tried to lift his head he felt Fore's hand holding him down and the voice of his love coming out in short sharp words. "Bastards....fucking Bastards.....I'll kill you fuckers....bastards." Confusion both in Stewarts head and in the surrounding room, filtered through Stewarts numb brain cells as he tried to see what was happening. "Fore....what's going on?" Stewart had at last managed to lift his head from Fore's protecting arm and the first sight to meet him was the slumped figure of Brett with his head back against the wall and a large hole just above his nose that was still oozing blood from the mangled forehead. "Oh god.......oh god.....FORE." "Baby....it,s ok....you're safe for the moment....it was meant for you baby....I'm gonna kill the fuckers." Stewart looked down at Fore's hand and saw the small Barretta held tightly in the slim fingers, the skin dead white over the knuckle of the finger resting on the trigger. "Wh....what happend?" "They tried to kill you Baby, but when you leaned into me they missed but got Brett instead." The loud crashing and rough voices brought Stewarts senses back to the here and now as four cops ran toward their fallen co-worker and with a quick glance at the two boys the senior of the four spoke to Fore. "You the boys Brett was protecting?" "Yeah." "Which one are you?" "I'm Fore, and this is Stewart." An almost perceptable smile brushed the lips of the older officer. "So you're the one,...ok what happened." Stewart was to paralysed to speak but Fore seemed to gather a determintaion that was far beyond his years and with precise detail set out what he had seen and done. At the end of his tale Fore then lost it completely and broke into tears as the realisation of what had happened hit him like a sledge hammer. Stewart pulled him close just like Fore had done for him and with a pleading look at the officer began to softly rub Fore's back. The officer called out to one of the others that were surveying the shambles of what had been a happy and friendly restaurant. "Mike, call headquarters and give them a report, then ask for Kedgely to organise a safe house for these two boys, better get that bloke Bryant from social services to come here as well, no wait, forget Bryant, that mob only fuck things up." The officer looked down at the two boys as they held each other and then with a start looked again at what Fore was holding in his hand. "Where the fuck you get that gun boy?" "Brett gave it to me for protection in case anything happened." "Well it's happened now boy." A strange look came over the cops face as he saw the two boys holding each other. "Shove it in your pocket boy, I haven't seen it and I don't want anyone else to see it, if Brett trusted you enough to give it to you then I think I can, but no one else on the force is to know you have it, clear?" "Yeah, sure....and thanks....why you doing this for us?" "Personal reasons." "Wha...?" Fore and Stewart watched the older cops face begin to disintergrate before their eyes as he shuddered then with a herculean effort pulled himself upright. "I suppose you have a right to know, but it goes no further." The cop had now hunched down to the same level of the boys as they sat on the floor almost under the table. "Fore, I know you're working the streets so you may remember last year, there was a young boy, Maxey, he was thirteen and walking home from school one day and then went missing, we found him five days later in a dumpster all beaten and sexually assaulted." "Uhm, yes I think I do remember that, he was a real cute kid from memory, why him?" The look on the officers face told Fore all he needed to know. "He was......he was your....Son?" "Yes, we're till hunting for the bastard, I had almost been ready to let him lay in peace when Brett got that other fucker, then this new one turns up." Stewart was taken aback by the appearance of large tears running down the hard lined face of the cop. "Brett had been doing most of the investigative work on the street because he knew the boys and how to get about with them, now we're not sure what to do about it all. I'm sorry guys but we're going to have to put you in protective custody until we can make some sense out of it." To the surprise of both the cop and to Fore, Stewart spoke up with such surety that neither of them wanted to argue with him. "NO,...this has got to end Fore, if we're going to have something together then I'm not going to skulk around waiting for them to find us." "What the hell you going on about son?" "Simple. if they want us then they're going to get us, so why hide, let them come to us on our terms." "You mean you want to be the bait for them, shit son, they're just as liable to shoot you on sight." "I don't think so, if we were seen alone and without protection I think they would like to play a bit first. That seems to be what they do with the boys they get. I think they tried to shoot me because of Brett being a cop and protecting us, if we were alone they might try to get their revenge by holing us for some fun." "Hell, I can see your reasoning but shit boy we might never get to you in time before they hurt you bad." Stewart felt the shivering of fear deep down in his belly at the full realisation of what he was proposing and then from no where a calming voice that sounded much like his fathers, ran through his head. 'Always remember my boy, overcome your fear of fear and you will always win.' That thought ran round and round inside Stewarts head as his face showed all the conflicting emotions of what he was proposing. "Yes Sir, but my dad always said to face up to anything that came along and if you are right then you will win." "Sounds like your old man was a good father, son, but what you're suggesting is bloody dangerous and as I said we might not get to you in time." "Yes I know, but Brett said you had these new beeper things you were trialing, we could wear those all the time and you'd know where we were." "Ah yes, those, it means you would have to have a small operation, they go under the skin so they can't be seen or detected." "Yes those ones." "Hmmmm.....well yes that might work but I have to talk to the boss about it all first, what does your...ahh friend think about it?" Fore's breakdown in front of the others had subsided as the realisation of what his lover had in mind took root in his head. Fore looked up at the now composed face of the older cop. "Stewart is my Boy Friend, where he goes I go, what he does I do, if he thinks this is the only way then I'm going to be there with him. Look at it this way, I have no family any more, well not that wants me anyway, Stewart has just lost his whole family in an accident, both of us have nothing but each other to lose. I'm sure that Stewart feels the same as I do, if we can get these bastards and save some other kids then we have to take the chance." "That's a big commitment for a couple of street boys." "Sir, they are after us so let them come get us, at least then you'll have some leads to follow." "Ok son, you've convinced me, now all we have to do is get the boss to agree. Look I'm going to take you in to the station and then we'll work something out to tell the boss about what you want to do." With a confidence he wan't sure he had the older cop reached down and helped the two boys to their feet and with a small pressure on their shoulders began to guide them toward the doorway. Brett's body was now laying on the floor and covered with a few table cloths to await the arrival of the forensic team. At a disguised signal from the cop the two boy realised they were surrounded by the four men that had been the first to answer the desperate call by Mario. Both boys were well covered by the much bigger men as they made their way toward the patrol car parked by the curbside and with little ceremony they were bundled into the back seat with a cop on either side of them so that they were crushed together in the middle of the seat. The dark beligerant look on all four faces of the officers told the boys they were well protected and the smouldering anger just under the surface bode no good for anyone stupid enough to come near the car. The ride to the station was done in the silence of supressed emotions as the body guards kept their eyes on everything that moved near them. Once at the station the two boys were covered as before with two officers in front and two behind as they were hurriedly taken to an empty room in the rear of the station. The room was not a cell nor an interagation room but appeared to be the station cops canteen. As soon as the boys were seated an officer went over to the small kitchen and began to heat water for hot drinks. "What would you guys like? tea, coffee, milo?" Both boys looked up and asked for the chocolate rich taste of the milo, with a small smile the cop turned off the hot water jug and took out a saucepan and filled it with fresh milk then put it on the single electric cooking ring and turned it on to heat. Stewart and fore sat side by side at the small table as they held each others hand underneath and hoped the tough looking cop would not notice them as Fore gently squeezed Stewarts fingers for comfort. The cop looked at the two boys trying to hide their hands under the table. "It's ok guys, Brett was my cousin, you want to hold hands in front of me then go ahead, Brett came out to me years ago so I understand how it is, I don't say I'm completely at ease but I do understand how it is for you. We're not all as bad as the public thinks as far as you guys go but I do admit that there are a few who can be a bit over the top when it comes to gay stuff." The two boys visibly relaxed at these words but were still to shy to bring their hands above the table so Fore just shuffled his chair a little closer to Stewarts so that their knee's were once again in soft contact. "You're Fore aren't you?" Bretts cousin looked at Fore from the bench where he was now pouriong the hot milk into the three mugs. "Yeah, why?" "Brett told me a lot about you, I think he was a bit soft on you, you know sort of liked you a lot more than any other of the boys. You two done the nasty yet?" Fore laughed loudly in the stillness of the room at this straight question. "MYOB." "Myob, what the hell is myob?" Fore laughed again as the tension in the room eased at this extrodinary question coming from the big frowning straight laced cop. "Means, Mind Your Own Business." The cop let out a loud snort followed by his own raucous laughter. The three sat at the table now like old friends as they drank their hot milo's and waited for the next event to take place. Stewart began to feel drowsey as the hot drink calmed his shattered nerves and without thought leaned over until his head was resting on Fores shoulder. The feeling of his new loves body next to him gave Stewart a peaceful floating feeling and his eyes closed slowly as the tension went out of his body. So much had happened so quickly that his mind needed to shut down to absorb all that had happened to him in the last fourty eight hours. Fore continued to talk with the friendly cop as his left hand raised unconsciously to Stewarts face and he gently stroked the downy soft cheek on his shoulder as Stewarts eyes closed and his body relaxed into peaceful sleep. The cop looked across at the boys opposite him and for the first time seemed to understand that any love, whether it was two gay guys or a straight couple, was better than no love at all. He looked the two of them over gain, the tough street kid, still dressed in his tight body revealing leathers and the smaller preppy looking younger guy who was obviously from a good home, as they held each other for security and comfort. Half an hour later and the door to the canteen was opened and three new cops arrived with the older one that had been with the boys earlier. The four new additions to the room stopped and looked down at Stewart as he rested on Fores shoulder oblivious to their presence. "So these are the boys, Nate?" "Yes Sir." "You really think these two young kids could pull off something like you suggested?" "Yes Sir, there's a toughness inside these two you don't see very often, besides we have to stop those pricks,..oops..sorry sir." "It's ok Nate, we all feel the same way after what happend to your boy." "These guys can do it Sir, we just have to give them everything we can to stay safe." "You mean we should arm them Nate?" Nate thought back to the small pistol hidden in Fore's pocket but kept his face stonelike as he answered. "Ah, no Sir, not that, but I think we shoudl give them every chance to live through this." "And you want us to use them for the trial on the new locators?" "We couldn't have a better chance Sir." "Hmmm, how many men would you think you'd need?" "Not many Sir, the less there are the better the chance of not alerting those....well those other guys." "Ok, how long you going to need men tied up on this Nate?" "We don't have a clue Sir, could be a week, could be a couple of months." The senior officer stood there with the facts running through his head and the process was showing on his face as the possible difficulties came to his mind. "Ok Nate, you've got three months, six men full time and any equipment you think you need, see me in the morning and I'll make it official." "Thank you Sir, we won't let you down." "I know you have a personal stake in this Nate that's why I think you can make it work with the help of these boys, so good luck and get those pricks off the street for us." With a smile the senior office turned and left the canteen with only a backward glance at the boys as they held onto each other, a small smile played on his lips as he went through the door and Nate was sure he heard him mutter. "Cute as hell." As his footsteps receeded down the hallway. Nate turned to the other cop in the room as he took a seat with the others. "You want in on this Brian?" "Damn right I do, there's something about these two that sort of makes me want to tear those fuckers apart." "Ok, so who else you think?" "How about we get a couple of cadets along as well, might find a couple that would be able to be on the street without attracting to much notice, we could get Fore to teach them how to behave." "Now that's a good idea, what you think Fore?" "Can do Nate" "Right Brian who else, I was thinking of that new guy that's doing the trialing on the locators." "Yeah he'd be ok, bit of a geek type but he does seem to know what he's doing with elctronics." "Yeah he would be the best bet for this little scam, now we need a good driver that can't be shaken off?" "Only one I know of is Milly." "Fuck, Milly hasn't been out on the beat for two years, and she's putting on the beef a bit more now days." "That's true Nate, but she can still outdrive anyone on the force, you know she's still leading the four wheel drive rally points, that girl can make a car sing, we got to have her, besides you ever tried to do self defense against her?" Nate gave a chuckle at the memory of his sore ass the last time he tried to put big Milly on the mat. Milly was a huge woman with a heart so big and soft that the powers that be in the police force thought she was to much of a softy to patrol the streets even though her arrest record was as good as any mans on the force and her skills were second to none. "Ok Milly is it, if we can get her boss to let her out." Both cops became aware of a soft purring sound in the quiet room and looked over to see Stewarts head snuggled deep into Fore neck as it was tenderly stroked by the street boy. "Ok Brian lets get these two into a private room at Terrys place, that's about the safest one I can think of and no one will get past him if he doesn't want them to." Nate and Brian came to their feet and Nate moved over beside Fore as he sat holding Stewart. Nate leaned forward with his arms open. "Let me take him Fore, he needs to sleep." "Where we going Nate?" "To Terry's place, he's an ex cop and will make sure you don't have any unwelcome visitors." "What about us two though, he's not going to be happy with a street whore and a kid in his place." "Don't worry about it, Terry is about sixty five years old and has seen it all, he'll know how to keep you both safe till we get everything set up." Fore scrambled to his feet as Nate took Stewart gently in his large arms and lifted him to his chest. Stewart felt the difference in who was holding him but after a flutter of his eyelids he settled back against Nates chest and drifted off again into the warm safe world of dreamland where Fore soothed his worries and held him tightly. The Motel was not what Fore expected an ex-cop to be running, while his expectations of the Motel were pretty low the reality was far from his imagination. It was quite modern and there was only one entrance that was like a covered way with the reception office set under the canopy. A vehicle barrier stopped anyone from entering before they had been cleared at the office which effectively stopped any unwanted access to the accomodation area. Terry was also not what Fore was expecting, he was of medium height with a rugged looking face but there was an underlying hardness to his eyes and features. Terry took a quick glance at Fore and the other boy now lying in his arms in the back of the patrol car and lifted one eyebrow at Nate in askance. "Hiya Nate, this the boys then?" "Yep Terry, can you do the job for us?" Terry looked deeply into Fore's eyes as though searching his very soul and Fore felt a shiver go through his body at the optical invasion. "You been doing it hard boy?" These words were directed at Fore as the eyes continued to bore deep into him. "Ahm, yes Sir, sometimes it gets hard." "Hmph, grab your boyfriend and take the last room on the left, you'll be safe here." Terry turned toward Nate and gave a short nod of his head as Fore tried to gently wake his sleeping lover. "Good kids Nate, they'll be safe here, no bastard's going to get to them while I'm on my feet." "Thanks for this Terry, everything is to be charged to the force, I'll have an order number for you in the morning." "No worries Nate, anytime." "One thing Terry, ahm, do you still have your shed at the back?" "You know me Nate, got to have my play time." "Ok, well this is ahm...off the record so to speak." "Sure, what you want?" "Brett gave the kid an equaliser, little one, can you run him through it, I should take it off him, but if Brett gave it to him then he can be trusted I think." "Well young Brett would know if he can be trusted, street kid or not, ok will do for you. That kid looks as though he would go through a brick wall to keep the other boy safe, so he might as well be able to have a chance." "This is strictly on the QT Terry." "Shit Nate, you think I got to be this old by being a mug?" Nate laughed at the often used phrase from Terry and just nodded his head in reply. "They eaten yet Nate?" Fore had by this time helped Stewart from the car and was leading him down the length of the accomodatioon block toward the far end where their room was waiting. "No not really Terry, just so much happening so fast, I don't know if they're even hungry." "Fuck me Nate, they're kids, they're always hungry, ok leave it to me, you go back and do whatever you young cops do to keep happy now days." Nate gave the old ex-cop a smile and turned back to the car and began to reverse out of the entrance way and with a lift of his hand sped off down the street. Terry watched as Nate disappeared and then lifted his hand in acknowledgement to the mufty car parked by the gateway with the two young cops sitting watching the entrance. Terry was now alone in the Motel, his wife had died five years previously from cancer and his life had almost become a meaningless ramble through old age but now he felt a stiring of old habits at the thought of again being a cop, albeit only in a secondary role. Terry had spent all his working life on the force and had refused promotions so he could stay on the streets as that was where he felt he could do the most good. He had never hesitated for a minute when the phone had rung asking him to take the two boys in and protect them, he had seen it all on the beat, the boys being found out there were getting younger all the time and the conditions they were living under had at times brought tears to the old cops eyes as he saw them trying to make a living from the darkened streets of the night. Terry had always wanted a son but he and his wife had been blessed only with a single daughter who was now a Sub Inspector but although he had doted on his daughter he had missed that special something that a son would have brought to his life. Terry looked once again at the mufty car and then turned and moved with surprising agility into the office area and then through to the kitchen to get something to feed the two boys. Fore carefully turned the key that hung in the door and with a little hesitation helped Stewart into their new home. The room was nothing like what he expected it to be. The entrance led straight into the lounge area that was far larger than anything he had previously been in. The seating was set out around the room with a large coffee table in the center. At the end of the open room was a small kitchenette divided from the lounge by a breakfast servery. The bedroom was on an open messanine floor with a narrow staircase leading up to it and was furnished with a large double bed and built in cupboards and wardrobe. A large mirror took up half of one wall and the carpets were deep and soft underfoot. Fore had never been in a Motel room like it, and he had seen a lot of Motel rooms in the last two years. Fore steered Stewart over to the couch and helped him to lay down then went upstairs to find a duvet to cover him as he slipped back into his dreamland. Fore was startled about fifteen minutes later when a loud knock came on the door and a voice called called out to him. "It's Terry, boy, got something for you to eat, thought you might need it." Fore's stomach rumbled at the sound of food, telling him that it was a long time since lunch, he went and opened the door to let Terry, with tray laden hands, enter the room. "You ok boy, room suit you?" "It's amazing Sir, didn't know Motels were this good." "It does the job Boy, now Nate tells me you have a little helper in your pocket, so I'm going to give you some lessons in the morning but for now I want you to listen to what I'm going to tell you, this is for the safety of both of you, ok?" "Yes Sir." "Just Terry boy, don't hold with that Sir rubbish. Right first thing, you never open that door to anyone, even me, without first checking through the spy hole in the door. If you can't see who it is you don't open it and keep your hand on that little helper in your pocket at all times. Next I'm going to use a special knock whenever I come here, if you don't hear that knock then get your boyfriend and youself up on the messanine behind the bed and be ready to use your helper." "Yes ahm...Terry." "Now let me see what Brett gave you." Fore produced the little Barretta automatic and held it out for Terry to take. "Ah shit, he would give you this little thing, when they're working they're ok but they can be a little bitch if they jam. Ok we'll get something better for you tomorrow and your boyfriend can carry this one. You got the street smarts boy so I think you can handle something a bit better than this bloody toy. Now last thing, in the area here you should be pretty safe as there's only one entrance and the Motel, as you saw, is in a solid square around the center court and there's no larger buildings to overlook us but I want you to keep your eyes open just in case something goes wrong, ok?" "Yes Terry." "Good, now what's your names and then I'm out of here so you two can eat and sleep and by the way, don't mess up my sheets to much." The last was said with a faint smile on Terry's face but again for the second time that day Fore felt the start of a blush rising on his face. "My names Fore and my friend is Stewart." "Hmm, your friend or your boyfriend?" Fore shuffled slightly at the personal questions from Terry and muttered an answer. "Hold your head up Fore and be proud of who you are, don't hang your head for any man. Look Fore I may be an old hasbeen cop but I've seen all you guys having to try to make in on the streets at one time or another. You look as though you've found something special in Stewart and while I'm not sure I understand how things work with two boys I'm not that old I don't know what's going on and that it's been going on for longer than any of us have been alive. Now what's your real name and is Stewart your boyfriend?" "I don't like to use my real name Terry and yes Stewart is my boyfriend." The last had been said with a new feeling of pride in Fore's voice and a lifting of his head as he recognised that the old ex-cop was right, he loved Stewart so why be ashamed of his feelings for him. If others could not understand then they couldn't criticise as far as he was concerned. "That's better Fore, but I want your real name for a reason ok?" "It's Bradly, but I hate it, it's also my old mans name and he hates me so I hate his name." "It's ok, I'll still call you Fore but If I call out your real name then don't open the door or answer me ok? it will mean I'm not alone out here so you get your ass upstairs and behind that bed. Now when I come over and everything is ok I'll knock two,two,one like this." Terry leant down and rapped out the signal on top of the coffee table. "Got it Fore?" "Yeah thanks Terry, I'm sorry we're causing you so much trouble." "Nate told me what you and Stewart are going to try to do, if this is the only way to help you both out then the least I can do is keep you both safe while you're here. Now my boy get your friend up and get this food inside you both, I've got work to do, see you both in the morning." A sudden feeling came over Fore as he looked at the old man standing before him and without hesitation moved toward Terry and with a genuine feeling wrapped his arms around the other mans waist and hugged him close. "Thank you Terry for everything, I don't know how we would have got on otherwise." The rugged tough exterior of Terry's face melted at the touch of the boy and for a split second his heart softened at the show of affection from him. Terry felt the slight blush come over his face at the feeling of trust coming from the young boy holding his waist. "Hrumph, yes....well...ahm...thanks Fore, ok go eat, see you in the morning, and hey?" Fore stepped back from the hugging and looked up at Terry's face. "Yes Terry?" "Remember my sheets." Terry chuckled as he turned and left Fore standing with a red face in the center of the lounge. Fore closed and locked the door and then went to wake Stewart who had slept through the whole thing. Fore leant down and began to gently shake Stewart by the shoulder as he tried to awaken him. "Hey babes, come on wake up,.... food time Babes,....come on up you get." Stewarts foggy mind heard the tender words and as he opened his eyes he was met with the loving orbs of Fore above him. "Hrmph.....sorry Fore, love you...been to much today...needed to sleep a bit." The smell of food in his nostrils soon had Stewarts mouth watering as he realised, or his stomach realised, that they had hardly eaten all day. "Ok Babes, we eat then upstairs to sleep, I'll tell you what's happened while you slept." "Wh...what's happened? what'd I miss?" "Nothing Babes, just stuff Terry told me so we'll be safe. Ok lets eat, this smells great and we both need something in our bellies." Fore reached over to the coffee table and lifted the plate covers off the meal of roast chicken and salad as Stewart struggled up to a sitting position with a glazed look in his eyes as the effects of the food smells hit him full force. Both stomachs rumble in unison as the food steamed on the plates in front of them. With quick glances at each other the boys fell to inhaling the hot food, forgetting to use the cutlery provided, besides you can't feed your lover with a fork, fingers are much better to push succulent chicken between his lips. the salad was a bit harder but they seemed to get most of it into each others mouths and then took enough time to suck on the others fingers until they were clean. As Fore ran his tongue over Stewarts palm to clean off the last of the chicken juices he looked up with a smile into Stewarts eyes. "Hey babes, shower?" "Shower." "Together?" "Together." "Now?" A tinkling giggle escaped from Stewarts lips at the one word game. "Now." "Come?" "Ok." The two boys stood up and with a hand holding giggle they made their way up the stairs to the bathroom attached to the bedroom area on the messanine. Their clothes were spread from the bottom of the stairs to the sliding door of the bathroom showing their slow progress to the cleansing water. TO BE CONTINUED: