Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 15:42:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Sixty-Two

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Chapter Sixty-Two:  Brad's Idol


The week following the homecoming dance proved to be full of surprises.  We
had fun at the dance.  When we learned other kids had learned how to line
dance and we started teaching each other new dances, it was fun.  However,
we, or at least I, did not understand that a major unwritten rule was
violated.  Somewhere along the way, who knows how many years back, the rule
was 'understood' that only the ninth graders had any say over what music
was played and what dances were acceptable.  Now, I don't know who came up
with that marvelous piece of garbage, but even if I had known about the
rule, it wouldn't have done any good.  Such a rule is only a challenge to
show people they have no right to stop us from having fun.  It seemed that
no one, at least the ninth graders, appreciated my attitude, either.
Rumors quickly spread that certain eighth graders were going to have to
have their butts kicked and the rules would be enforced.

The rumors kept spreading all day long on Monday.  We pretty much laughed
them off.  Common sense said they wouldn't try to take ten or twelve of us
and cause any kind of trouble.  The worst thing that happened was between
my last two classes.  I was walking down the hall when this guy bumped into
me and knocked my books to the floor.  A couple of his books fell also.

"Hey, dumb-ass, why don't'cha watch where yer goin'?" he said to me, not
sounding very bright.  I just looked at him, picked up my books and started
to my class.

"Hey, dumb-ass, you deaf and stupid?  You knocked 'em down, now pick up my
books."  I just looked at him and smirked.  This guy was a real loser.

"Pick up your own books.  You're the one that was so clumsy," I retorted
and walked off.

By the end of the last period, half the school must have been talking about
what happened in the hall.  I didn't understand what the big deal was until
I learned the guy was also the school bully.  No one talked to Jake like
that.  At least, rumor had it that no one talked to Jake like that and
lived to not regret it.

When we got on the bus that afternoon, kids were looking at me and the buzz
was on.  I would have felt better if I'd known whether the buzz about me
was good or bad.  Good meant I'd probably live; bad meant I'd probably wish
I hadn't lived.  What I wanted to know then was, why was it always me that
got picked on?  That kid needed to pick on someone his own size.

                                            ****

After dinner, Uncle Ray was in his normal place and I decided to plop down
with him.  I still couldn't quite figure out why a dance, that I wasn't
sure about going to, that turned into a lot of fun and new friends, was now
turning into a nightmare.  Uncle Ray was usually pretty good with his
advice.  Pretty good, meaning he was realistic and didn't give me too much
advice that could be classified as 'you gotta be kidding'.  That kind of
advice was when you told an adult about the bully problem and they said you
should go tell the teacher or principal.  Yeah, right; and get tagged as a
snitch and cry-baby for the rest of your years in school or until the
family moved out of town, if not the country.  I decided the best way to do
that was to straddle his lap, which always made sure I had his attention,
and say it straight out.

"Uncle Ray, we got a problem."  That was about as simple as I could say it.

"Whose 'we'?"

"You know, 'we'!"  I moved my finger in a circle to indicate the whole
house.  He still looked at me like I was speaking some foreign language.

"Okay, and what problem do 'we' have?"  He put a little too much sarcastic
emphasis on the 'we'.

"It seems like there's some ninth graders that want to kick some butt, mine
included.  Larry's too, I think."  Uncle Ray looked over at Larry who just
shrugged his shoulders.

"What are ya shruggin' your shoulders for?  You know the rumors goin'
around school."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one that ran into Jake today neither."

"Whoa, guys.  Would one of you care to start at the beginning and make some
sense?"

"Uncle Ray, it's easy."  I started a nice, simple explanation.  He should
have understood what was going on.  "We went to the dance last Friday and
danced.  We also showed other kids how to do some of the dances we learned
and they showed us some they learned.  Everybody had fun, right?"  He
nodded his head and looked at me like I was talking some foreign language
again.

"Well, it seems that there's this dumb rule that only ninth graders can
choose the music and they get first chance at the dancin'.  Understand?"

"No, but keep going.  I'm sure I'll catch up some where along the way."  He
kept a straight face but I could tell from his eyes that he thought this
was a joke.  It wasn't!

"It's easy.  Ninth graders think only they have the right to choose the
music that's played.  Then, when the music is goin', they have first chance
at using the dance floor.  No one else gets to use the dance floor unless
it's empty of ninth graders.  Now do you get what I'm sayin'?"

"I get it; sounds a little dumb to me.  Who wrote this rule?"

"That's just it; it's not a written rule.  It's a understood rule."

"Okay, it's an understood rule and I'm guessing that you two and some of
the other kids broke the rule, right?  So what?"

"What do ya mean 'so what'?  Now, the ninth graders are goin' around school
sayin' that some eighth graders need ta have their butts kicked.  Guess who
one of those eighth graders is?  This afternoon, one of 'em deliberately
bumped me in the hall and knocked my books to the floor.  He also called me
a dumb-ass.  He was tryin' ta pick a fight with me."

"And what did you do?"

"When he told me to pick up his books I told him he could pick up his own
books; he was the one that was clumsy."  Now the moment of truth was at
hand.

"Alright, let's get serious for a minute."  I thought I was already
serious; he just now caught up.  "First thing, there will always be silly
little rules like that in school.  They're not really rules, more like a
tradition.  Some may be valid, some not; who knows for sure?  I'll assume
that after you told this kid he could pick up his own books, you walked off
and went into your class?"  I nodded.  "Good.  You're right; the kid was
probably trying to pick a fight and that probably wasn't the end of it."

"Uncle Ray, the last time I got in a fight at school, do you remember what
my dad did to me?  Remember?  He took his belt and did a job on my butt.
That was one of the arguments you two had."

"You don't worry about your dad; leave him to me.  No one is going to do a
job on your butt unless you're the one that starts the fight.  If this kid
keeps pushing then I understand you have to stand up to him or be marked
for the rest of your school career.  However, you just make sure that you
are defending yourself; let him be the one that gets in trouble.  Also,
remember, that if you can't take him, make sure he knows you were there and
doesn't want to come back for a second helping.  Sometimes, victory can
taste not so sweet.  How big is this kid?"

"Big, and I mean big.  This kid's big enough to be a double flunker."
Uncle Ray looked at me like I was talking in a foreign language again.  I
wondered what kind of language they spoke when he was in school.

"You know, a double flunker."  He looked completely lost. "Uncle Ray, a
double flunker is a kid that's flunked a grade more than once.  You know,
he flunked at least twice.  A double flunker."

"Okay, I understand.  You remember this, there's no such thing as rules and
fair play in a fight.  That kid will try to hurt you, so you just make sure
you hurt him back.  If he's that big, and assuming he pushes you back or
hits you, you look him straight in the eyes and go for them.  The trick is
that when you get close enough and he's worried about blocking any punch
you throw out, kick him as hard as you can right in the gut.  If you can,
land a hard punch square on the end of his nose.  It hurts and most people
panic at the sight of their own blood.  That should be enough to make him
back off.  One other thing, never try to hit a kid in the forehead or on
top of his head.  That's the hardest part of their body.  Hit them wrong
and it will hurt you more than them; you could wind up with a broken hand."

I snuggled down in my usual spot to watch a little television before bed.
I could just imagine what a great day tomorrow would be.

                                            ****

Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul came into the principal's office together.  Jake's
and Bobby's dads were already there carrying on about what thugs and
hoodlums Donny and I were.  On top of that we'd just gotten a really long,
not so nice lecture from the principal about why we shouldn't be fighting
in school.  The principal was also threatening to expel us.  He wasn't
threatening to do anything to Jake and Bobby; of course, they did look a
little the worse for wear at that point.

When Uncle Ray came in he stepped straight over to me and asked me if I was
alright.  I could hear Mr. Paul doing the same thing with Donny.  When he
knew I was alright, he looked over at Jake and I think it really registered
on him what I meant by 'big'.  Then he turned to face Principal Anderson.
I hooked two fingers through a belt loop and made sure Uncle Ray didn't get
too far away from me.

"Mr. Anderson, good afternoon.  Paul and I received a call that there was a
little trouble here at the school that our boys may have been involved in?"

"MAY HAVE BEEN!" Jake's dad jumped up and started hollering. "Look what
that kid of yours did to my son.  It's my boy that's hurt by that little
hoodlum!"  Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul made sure they stood in front of Donny
and me.  Thank God!  I already knew Jake's dad was mad and wanted to tear
into me.  He probably would have too, if the principal hadn't been there.

"Alright, everybody calm down.  Let's all take a seat and we can work this
out."  Jake's dad didn't sit down. "We can either all take a seat and work
this out here or I can call the sheriff's office and he can send a couple
of deputies to keep the peace.  Your choice, gentlemen."

"Brad," Principal Anderson spoke to me, "would you like to tell your uncle
what happened?"

"Yes, sir," I answered respectfully and turned to face Uncle Ray.  "Jake
came up behind me in the hall and pushed me real hard.  My books went
flying and I hit the floor.  I got up and went after him.  I looked him
straight in the eyes, just like you said, and when I thought I was close
enough I kicked real hard to knock the breath out of him.  On his way down
I punched him in the nose as hard as I could.  I did just what you said.
He cried and was real bloody.  When I did that, Bobby came after me.  He
hit me with something on the side of my face.  The next thing I knew I was
on the floor and I saw Donny hit Bobby.  That's how Bobby got the swollen
eye; it'll pro'bly be black in the morning."

"Brad," Principal Anderson interrupted, "don't you think you left something
out?"

"Yes, sir," I looked at Uncle Ray again.  "Well, ya see, it was like this.
When I went ta kick him in the gut and knock his breath out, I kinda
missed.  I was a little too close and I wound up crackin' his balls."
Uncle Ray made me turn around and face the principal.  I couldn't see him,
but I could feel his body shake while he tried to smother his laughter.

"Jake," Principal Anderson tried to sound serious. "What do you have to add
to what Brad just said?"  Jake turned to his dad.

"Dad, what he said ain't true.  He didn't try ta kick me in the gut; he
deliberately kicked me in my balls.  He tried ta ruin me for life!"

"Jake," Principal Anderson sounded very unhappy at this point, "that's not
what I'm talking about.  Did you or did you not push Brad down.  Remember,
I can go to the classes and get about a dozen kids that saw the whole thing
if I need to."

"Brad," Uncle Ray whispered in my ear.  "If you want to come out of this
clean, you need to apologize to the principal.  You helped disrupt his
school."

"Yes, sir, I did," Jake admitted, "but only because he bumped me in the
hall yesterday."

"Now Jake, I heard about that little incident yesterday and talked with
some of the students.  They told me that you were the one that deliberately
bumped into Brad.  You know, when you plan on doing something like this,
you might want to consider not telling half the school that you're going to
kick Brad's butt.  Not only have you and Bobby been going all over school
running your mouths about what you were going to do, you even told a few
kids when you planned on doing it."

"Uh, Principal Anderson, sir?" I broke in, looking first at him and then
back at Uncle Ray and back to the principal, "I really don't think I owe
Jake or Bobby an apology for what I did ta Jake, but Uncle Ray says I
should apologize to you for messin' up the school schedule and peace.  So,
I'm sorry."

"Well, Brad, I think that's a step in the right direction, and your Uncle
Ray is right."  The principal paused like he was thinking.  "However, I
hope all of you boys understand that I can't just let this slide.  If I
did, there would be absolute chaos at the school every day.  Therefore, I'm
going to have to give each of you a suspension."  I started to protest, but
Uncle Ray's arm, nearly squeezing the breath out of me, told me to be
quiet.

"Brad, I understand, that you were defending yourself and that Donny was
just trying to help protect you.  However, I think your uncle will explain
to you that self-defense works only if you have no other choice.  One of
those 'other choices' is always to just walk away.  I also understand how
the world works in middle school and know you couldn't do that.  Understand
that if I let you guys get away with this, then my school will be marked."
I relaxed, understanding what he meant, even if I did think it sucked.

"Jake, as for you and Bobby, well, you started this whole thing.  You and
that dumb unwritten rule that's been around since before I was a student
here.  When it comes to the Halloween Dance this year, I plan on making
sure I won't have to hear about that rule again.  You two also had a
choice, but you made the worst choice available to you."  The principal sat
there thinking again.  I just wanted to get this over with and go home.  My
other problem was, if he suspended us, what about my grades?  My dad would
really get pissed over that.

"Jake and Bobby, I'm suspending you for five school days.  I'll ask your
teachers to prepare assignments for you to complete while you're out.  What
happens to your grades will be strictly up to you.  However, I would
suggest that neither of you can afford to let them slip right now.  As for
Brad and Donny, you both are suspended for the rest of this week.  The same
statement I made to the other boys about their school work goes for you.
The assignments will be ready for pick up after lunch tomorrow."

"That ain't fair!" Jake screamed out.  "How come they . . ."

"Shut your mouth, boy," Jake's dad said, sounding very angry right then.
"You heard what the principal said.  Be happy you didn't get expelled.
And, you will get all the work done.  And, if I hear of you pickin' on
these boys again, I personally guarantee that I will come to this school
and introduce the board of education to your butt right in front of
everybody.  GOT IT!?"

Wow, and I thought my dad could be tough.  It was time to go home.

Mr. Paul had to go check on a job his company was trying to get finished.
Uncle Ray dropped Donny and me off at the house.  When we got out of the
car, Uncle Ray put his window down and called out to me.

"Brad, you were right about one thing, kiddo.  That Jake kid did look big
enough to be a double flunker."

                                            ****

It was still early afternoon and Donny and I had missed our lunch periods.
The first thing we did was make sandwiches and pull out the chips and
cokes.  We stood there looking at each other and realized we were so hungry
we hadn't even bothered to get naked yet.  Putting our food on the patio
table, we stripped right there, leaving our clothes lying on the patio.

"Donny, is your dad mad at you?"

"Why would he be?  We didn't do anything wrong.  All that stuff the
principal said about walking away was a crock and everybody knew it.  As
long as I keep my grades up, my dad's fine with everything.  You're not
worried about your uncle, are ya?"

"No way.  We talked last night.  I told him what Jake did in the hall
yesterday.  It was Uncle Ray that told me how to fight Jake.  Only thing
is, I don't think he believed me when I tried to tell him how big Jake is.
You think they'll try to give us trouble when we go back?"

"Maybe; maybe not.  You saw how mad Jake's dad was with him.  I wouldn't
wanna be Jake right about now."

"Me neither." I grinned as I took a big bite of my sandwich.  We were both
eating bologna and lettuce with mustard on rye with chips and coke.  It was
one of my favorites ever since Donny's mom fixed them for us down at the
nudist camp.  The only problem I ever had with bologna was that it always
made me fart a lot.  But, who cared?

"Donny, thanks for bein' there and helpin' me."

"What are friends for?  Hurry up and eat so we can go swimmin' before the
water gets too cool."  He was right.  It was early October now and the
water sometimes got a little cool at night.  Uncle Ray had a heater for the
pool, but he hadn't turned it on yet.

When it was just Donny and me in the pool, we played around, but not like
when other kids were around.  We weren't as wild and silly.  Maybe I could
venture to say that we were a little more mature?  Donny enjoyed using the
diving board, so he and I would usually just follow one another doing the
same dive.  I always liked watching him hit the water.  He had this ability
to turn his body almost as soon as he entered the water.  I asked him how
he did it and he showed me how he would interlock his hands and use them
like a plane on a submarine to make himself go up or down.  He always put
his right thumb in his left palm and set the fingers of his right hand over
the fingers on his left hand.  By pointing his fingers up or down he
controlled his depth in the water.

The other thing he did that I thought was cool was the way he propelled
himself through the water.  I always used a scissors kick to push myself
along.  Donny kept his legs and feet together and used what he said was a
dolphin kick.  It made it look like his whole body moved up and down in a
waving motion.  I tried it and quickly learned it wasn't as easy as just
deciding you were going to swim that way.  I'd start out okay, but after a
couple of movements I'd always wind up almost in a fetal position, like I
was trying to pull my whole leg up to my chest.  As soon as that happened,
I stopped going anywhere in the water.  My other problem was I wanted to
separate my hands and use the sweeping motion of pulling my arms back to
pull myself through the water.  Old habits were hard to break.

After we had both done several dives, we needed to rest.  On the last dive
Donny did a back flip and entered the water almost like a knife cutting
soft butter.  I duplicated the dive and felt my butt hit the water.  It
felt like somebody popped me a good one, so I guessed I didn't go in quite
as smooth as Donny.  Swimming underwater, I looked ahead and could tell
that he had sat on the steps in the shallow end.  As I came up he reached
out and pulled me in, turning me on my back as he pulled.  I let myself
settle between his legs just as we did when riding Pony or when we swam in
the river at his grandparent's.

He wasn't sitting straight up, but leaned back against another step or the
side of the pool.  I drifted against him and could feel the rise and fall
of his chest against my back.  Leaning my head back on his shoulder, I
closed my eyes, as the warm sun bathed my body, and relaxed.  I felt his
finger travel across my forehead as he brushed my hair back.  My mind went
blank.

I relaxed to the point that my body began to float.  Donny's arm lay across
my chest to keep me from floating into the center of the pool.  Neither of
us made a sound as I felt his finger gently brush across a nipple.  The
sensation registered subconsciously as my arms floated out and feelings of
pleasure gently ran through my body and mind.  Something touched me softly
underneath the water.  I couldn't tell if it was a finger or something more
prominent, but it tickled as it traveled across my butt cheek.  I didn't
react except to lay there and enjoy the sensations.  Soon, the play with my
nipple became stronger and the sensations coursing through me increased;
sensations of pleasure began to dominate my mind.

With my right hand, I reached back and gently brushed the side of his face.
His skin was soft and smooth.  When I turned my head a little, his tongue
entered my ear.  The evidence of my arousal was impossible to hide.  I lay
there and let him caress me, enjoying every moment.  After a few minutes I
rolled over and, placing my hands on his shoulders, pulled myself up to
look him in the eye.  Nothing was said as our lips touched.  We twisted our
heads so our lips brushed across the other's, slowly.  As my lips passed to
the side for the umpteenth time, I parted from his lips and bent down to
lick the side of his neck.  I felt him go tense as his head dropped back
and a sharp breath passed through clenched teeth.

Donny was a friend, a good friend.  This wasn't the lust I enjoyed
occasionally.  This wasn't the passion and love I wanted from Uncle Ray.
This was two friends, each trusting the other, enjoying the pleasures that
nature intended.  As my breathing became deeper and harder, I worked on his
ears and neck while I felt his fingers travel into the deepest recesses of
my crack and massage my treasure.  Another hand tickled a cheek.  I worked
myself down to his nipples.  His hands were on my back.  As I moved down I
gently took his arms and moved them to his side.  I wanted to please him,
this time.  After I worked through his navel I slipped my palms under his
cheeks and signaled for him to rise.  He shifted up so that he sat on the
edge of the pool; he lay back and let me please him.

Donny had taught me how to deep throat so I could please Uncle Ray.  Right
then, I took those skills and used them to please a good friend.  I didn't
think about what would feel good to me, although I was aware that I was
hard and ready.  No friend had ever stood by me the way Donny had that day;
no friend, that is, except Uncle Ray, but they were different kinds of
friends.  I remembered Uncle Ray saying that I would want to have sex with
others and that I shouldn't feel guilty about those feelings.  They were
natural and part of the learning and growing process.  As I lay in the
water between Donny's knees, flexing my throat muscles and enjoying hearing
his moans of passion and pleasure, I felt at ease; guilt never entered the
picture.

When Donny started losing himself in his passion, and wanted to buck his
hips, I lay my shoulders over the top of his legs to hold him down.  I
wanted him to lie back and relax, let me do all the work.  There was as
much pleasure to be enjoyed by me in doing this for him, as he was feeling.
He taught me well.  I never let him go.  I knew how to back off just enough
to breathe while massaging his glans.  When he started gasping for breath
and I could hear the forced stifling of his outcries of pure pleasure, I
knew he was close.  I slipped a finger to the edge of his hole and lightly
massaged him there.  When I thought he was right at the edge, I swallowed
hard and then pushed my finger in, searching for his magic spot.  He
flopped around like a fish out of water.

While he regained control of himself, I let him go and moved up to lie on
top of him.  He felt me and hooked his wrists under my arms and pulled me.
Intuitively, he hooked his legs over mine and the age old ritual of humping
began.  I whimpered and squirmed, he smiled and laughed, holding a cheek
firmly in each hand until I found relief.

                                            ****

"Brad!  Hey, Brad!"  Larry made his entry a little more excited than
normal.  Heaven help him if he ever had to sneak up on someone.

"We're in the living room," I called back to him.  After rinsing ourselves
off in the pool, Donny and I decided to play a little inside pool or
billiards.  Larry looked shocked when he walked in and saw both of us
wearing jeans.  Given what had happened that day at school, we weren't too
sure Larry would be coming home alone.  For Larry to see the two of us
together naked was one thing; for other kids that might be with him to see
us was completely different.  We didn't need that kind of trouble.

"Man!  You oughta hear the talk at school.  You guys are real heroes!  Can
you believe it?  Brad, you took down the biggest bully in school and Donny
took down his partner.  Man!  You should hear the kids talkin'.
Every-body's talkin' 'bout how you looked him straight in the eye and then
just put him down with one kick to his nuts!"  Larry was so excited we
thought he was going to hyperventilate.  "You guys took out the two biggest
bullies in school.  Man!  I can't believe it!"

"Lar, calm down.  I admit, it's kinda nice ta know we don't have half the
school hatin' us, but I think I gotta pop your bubble.  When I kicked Jake,
I missed my target.  I was supposed to hit him in the gut ta knock the
breath out of 'im.  He deserved the crack in the balls, but that's not what
I meant ta do."  Talking to Larry was like talking to a wall at that point.
Donny and I just stood there and watched him; he was having a good time.
"Lar, just do me a favor, okay?  Don't say anything with Uncle Ray around.
If you do, all we'll get is a talkin' to about how you should down-play the
fightin' part."

"Actually, that's correct, kiddo."  Holy shit!  Uncle Ray came home early
and heard me.  Now we were really in for a miserable evening.

"Uh . . oh, hi, Ray.  Didn't realize it was so late.  Guess I better get
home."  Donny was trying to duck out before the lecture started.  "Brad,
can I borrow your bike?  I'll return it tomorrow."

"That's alright, Donny, I'll take you home," Uncle Ray volunteered.  Donny
had a look of pure panic on his face; he was almost trapped.  "Besides, I
have your books and assignments in the car.  You can't carry all of them
and handle the bike, so I'll run you home."  Donny looked defeated; he was
trapped.  I was having a hard time not laughing and Uncle Ray just looked
at us.

"Guys, why do I get the feeling there's something going on here I don't
know about?  Are you worried about me giving you a long lecture about how
there's no real glory in fighting?"

"Nooooo, what are you talking about, Uncle Ray?"  Worried? No, scared to
death he would, but smart enough not to admit it.

"Guys, since you already seem to know it, I won't punish you with the long
lecture.  But there is a short one.  There is no glory in fighting, but
there's even less glory in running.  You did what you needed to do to
protect yourselves, and Donny, thanks for being there for Brad.  Seems he
was able to handle Jake, but there's no way he could've handled Jake and
Bobby.  Who are those boys anyway?  They looked pretty big to be in middle
school."  Saved.  Thank you guardian angel.

"Uncle Ray, don't you remember me sayin' they was double flunkers?  They
really are.  They're not too bright neither."  I stopped for a minute while
all of us tried to stop laughing.  Those guys really were losers.  "Did you
see how Jake's dad was talkin' to Jake.  I thought Jake was going to pee in
his pants.  He looked like he was almost afraid of his dad."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that now," Uncle Ray stated.  "I
would suggest to all of you though, that when you get back to school you
try to move along, just as though this hadn't happened.  The best way to
cause more trouble would be for those other two to think they'd been
belittled by the rest of the kids.  I'd like to think this will all calm
down."

"Uncle Ray, you gonna tell my dad?"  He just looked at me with his 'is that
question really necessary expression' and I knew the answer.

Uncle Ray called my dad to let him know the situation.  He let us know when
he was making the call; Larry and I decided that was a good time to take a
shower.  Larry wanted to fool around some but I was more into timing things
so we got out about the time Uncle Ray was hanging up.  I didn't think
there was anything to really worry about, but why take the chance?  Larry
kept pushing to fool around, so I did jerk him off and stuck a finger in
him while chewing a nipple.  Poor guy, he wasn't sure which felt the best
and just danced all over the shower.  It was a good thing we were near the
wall or he would have sunk to the floor.  While Larry dried off, I
shampooed my hair and took care of other matters.  I walked into the family
room and took my spot in Uncle Ray's chair.

"You gonna tell me what he said?"  He was reading his paper like nothing
had happened.

"If you're asking me if he's mad with you, the answer is 'no'.  He does
expect you to get your assignments done and do them well."  I found out
later that my dad also said that if the kid tried to give me anymore
trouble I should crack his balls twice.  I think there was a reason that
Uncle Ray didn't tell me that part.

I settled into my usual spot and remembered hearing Uncle Ray tell Larry it
was time for bed.  Right after that, I felt something nice hit my skin and
he started rubbing me very gently.  I don't know when he got it but I was
glad that he did; I was getting an old fashioned powder rub down.  Soon, I
was his little wet puppy, again.  I woke up just enough to wrap my arms
around his neck as he carried me to bed.

End Ch Sixty-Two.

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson @
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