Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2023 10:54:08 -0500
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Hey Guv 3

Hey Guv

Monty was making breakfast. "The Kitchen Sink" was the twins favorite and
he decided it would be a good way to start the day. The twins would need
plenty of energy for what he had planned. It had been three weeks since the
twins had moved in, and the pandemic had only gotten worse. The entire
country seemed to be shut down.

Jude and his mother still hadn't made it to Denver. When Jude got to New
York they both contracted Covid, and although they ended up with a
relatively mild case, it prevented them from traveling, then the airlines
and trains shut down, stranding them in NYC. Fortunately Jude had hired
some experienced people to keep his food trucks on the street, so his
business kept running. In fact, Jude's kitchen actually was busier than
ever. In addition to his own trucks and the take out business, his kitchen
was helping several other truck owners with their food prep after their
commissaries closed. The twins were helping out at the kitchen two to three
times a week, which gave them some cash, and Monty some alone time.

One of the ironies of the pandemic was that while he couldn't go out to the
clubs and bars, Monty's cock had never gotten as much action. He mused that
the only time his hand touched his penis now was when he needed to pee. The
twins' sexual card game was working out well, and they were even working on
a new version of the game for when this one ended. The week before the
twins had drawn their Kink Club card and decided on some light
bondage. Monty spent most of the day tied to his bed, blind folded, and in
a state of arousal. It was also the first time either of the boys fucked
him, so Monty was more than happy when the next day the card was massages
and soaking in the tub.

The reason the twins would need their energy was that on Monday the card
drawn was Monty's Kinky Club card and he said he wanted to wait until
Friday to use it. All week packages had been arriving from Amazon, and the
twins were wild with curiosity. When breakfast was ready, Monty woke the
twin and told them they had five minutes to be in the kitchen ready to
start the day.

"You made The Kitchen Sink," Gavin said with a smile.

"That's our favorite," Gregg added.

"I thought you needed a good breakfast to start the day. You do remember
what day this is?"

Gavin and Gregg nodded and smiled.

"So, here is the first rule of the day, you will no no longer be able to
communicate with words unless I give you permission, the only exception is
the safe word, Lassie. Are we clear?" Both boys again nodded.

"Good, then let's have some breakfast." Monty grabbed two stainless steel
bowls and made two large Kitchen Sinks with extra gravy on each of them. He
then set them on the floor along with two bowls of water. The twins looked
confused until Monty put down Teddy's bowl filled with a serving Kitchen
Sink on the floor. It suddenly began to sink in that the kink of the day
was puppy play. Gavin gave a little woof, and Monty petted the top of his
head and said, "Good boy."

The twins started eating their breakfast without the assistance of
utensils, or even their hands. The extra gravy Monty had ladled onto the
biscuits made eating particularly messy. When they finished, the twins
started licking the mess off of each other's faces with the assistance of
Teddy. Monty couldn't help laughing at the site.

After breakfast it was bath time. Monty took the twins into the bathroom,
but before getting them in the tub, he asked, "Does anyone need to pee?"
Both twins gave an affirmative woof. Monty opened the shower, and over the
drain stood a plastic fire plug. The two crawled into the shower on all
fours, they each lifted a leg and pissed on the fire plug. The sight was
amusing and erotic at the same time. When they were finished, Monty said,
"If you have to take a shit you are human, I am not following you around
with a little baggy to pick up your poop."

Next the twins got into the tub and Monty gave them a bath. As Monty washed
them, Monty mentioned needing to make an appointment with the vet for shots
and get them neutered. The boys whined at the mention of neutering, and
Monty massaged each boy's nuts then he opened a sack and got out two
chastity devices. The cock cages were made of black silicone and fastened
to a hinged stainless steel ring that locked behind their balls to keep the
device in place. Monty smiled and said, "I hope I don't forget where I'm
putting the keys. That would make for a very interesting call to a
locksmith."

After the bath, Gavin and Gregg climbed out of the bath, and before Monty
could get them dried, they shook their bodies and got Monty wet. Monty
laughed at their playfulness. Next, Monty took them to the bedroom. He gave
Gregg a box wrapped in blue paper, and he gave Gavin a box wrapped in red
paper. He then said, "Go ahead and open these and put on what is
inside. You can stand unless I order you to get on all fours. Each of the
boxes contained a black jockstrap; the only difference was Gregg's was
trimmed in blue and Gavin's was trimmed in red. Also in each box was a
chest harness, a dog collar, and a neoprene hood/mask shaped into the head
of a dog. Each boy's costume was also black with either blue or red
secondary colors. When they were dressed Monty walked around the boys and
admired their appearance. Three weeks of work on the Bowflex was paying
dividends and the chest harnesses helped to frame their results.

Monty clipped a tag onto each of the boys' collars. Gregg's said, Skippy;
and Gavin's said, Spot. "Hummm, There still seems to be something missing,"
Monty said. "I know what it is!" Monty pushed the twins chest-down on the
bed. Then he opened another box and pulled out two silicone tails attached
to butt plugs. The twins couldn't see the tails, but knew something was up
when Monty started applying lube to their holes. When they were loose and
lubed, Monty slid the plug ends into their butts and said, "You'd better
not let these slip out."

Monty smiled as he reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pushed the
buttons on two remotes. Gregg and Gavin began to twitch and howl as the
plugs vibrated in their asses. Slowly Monty increased the intensity of the
stimulation to their prostates. Monty knew the cock cages must be growing
increasingly uncomfortable. Mercifully, Monty tossed each twin the key to
his lock. As they fumbled with the locks, Monty changed the rhythm and
intensity of the vibrations. Once they had the restraints off their cocks
it took only a few strokes before both boys began to cum. Soon there was a
puddle of cum on the hardwood floor in front of each of them.

"Make sure you clean that mess up.  Then get busy with your classes. Oh and
don't forget to lock your dicks up and bring me the keys." Monty said, and
then went to do some writing. The boys quickly lapped up the warm jizz.

Monty decided it was impractical to have the boys continuously on all
fours, especially when they were on their computers doing class work, so
the twins were standing at the breakfast bar. The reason they were standing
was because Monty wouldn't let them take their tails out. Randomly, Monty
would push the remote button to give them a buzz. When that happened the
boys would grab hold of the bar and dance around while their cocks strained
against their confinement.

At one point, Gavin was on his knees begging for Monty's attention.

 Monty petted the top of Gavin's head and said, "Yes Spot you may speak."

"I have a Zoom discussion for one of my classes, and..."

Monty laughed, "You don't think your professor would find your persona, or
should we say pupsona, appropriate."

No, she's pretty humorless, also there are a couple of guys from the soccer
team in the class."

"You can take off the hood and mask, and put on a sweatshirt."

Gavin looked hot in his DU soccer sweatshirt, jockstrap, and puppy tail. On
camera, Gavin looked normal, except for the collar with the doggy bone tag,
but he didn't always act normal. Monty would occasionally buzz Gavin's ass
causing him to twitch or grimace. At one point Gavin was in the middle of
making a comment when Monty pressed the button. Suddenly, Gavin's answer
became incoherent. Monty and Gregg had to try hard not to laugh so loud
they could be heard by the class.

After Gavin's meeting, Monty decided it was time for lunch. While Gavin and
Gregg's lunch was still served in stainless steel dog bowls, the twins were
allowed to remove their tails and sit at the table. The masks unsnapped
from the hoods so they could eat, and Monty decided he wanted conversation,
so he gave the twins permission to speak, although each statement had to
begin with a woof or there would be punishment.

"So how do you like being a puppy?" Monty asked.

Gavin smiled and said, "Woof, it is both fun and a turn on. Woof, I hope
things get more intense."

"Yeah," said Gregg, "I like role play, but I've never been an animal."

Monty looked at Gregg and said, "Bad Skippy, what did you forget."

"Woof," Gregg said submissively.

"Yes,

Monty then turned to Gavin and asked, "So did anyone in the class notice
your weird behavior?"

Woof, No. Woof, they were too focused on Preston Nance. Woof, it looked
like he was getting a blow job during the discussion."

"Really?" Said Monty.

"Woof, at one point his screen went blank, and when he returned he claimed
the internet went down. Woof, Thad Martin typed into the comments, `I
didn't know your girlfriend's name was Internet.' Woof, the class broke up
in laughter, even the professor."

"What did she do?"

"Woof, she gave us all a lecture on Zoom decorum and dismissed class for
everyone except Preston and Thad."

Monty and Gregg were both laughing.

After lunch Monty asked, "Do you want your punishment now or after supper?"

"Woof, after supper," the twins said in unison.

"Good, then let's go for a walk. We need to make a few adjustments before
going out in public." Monty had the boys remove their hoods, masks, and
their tails. They kept on their jocks, cages, collars, and tags. He then
handed each of them a butt plug with a light that lit up when
activated. When they had the plugs in and their pants pulled up, he told
them to turn around. Monty hit the remotes, and the twins began dancing
around, and to make it complete, light from the plugs made it look like the
boys' asses were glowing.

When Monty finally stopped laughing, he said, "Let's go, and remember, no
speaking words. Oh, I almost forgot, we have to wear masks." Monty handed
the boys face masks printed with the muzzle of an English Sheepdog.

After a few minutes walking on the Cherry Creek trail.  Monty spotted
Andrew and his current partner Weston. Andrew was in his early 60s,
charming and sophisticated, but Monty suspected he was hard to live
with. They spent a few minutes chatting and Monty decided it was time to
give the twins asses each a buzz. Soon the twins were squirming and
shifting their weight. Andrew noticed and gave Monty a questioning
look. Monty just smiled and increased the intensity of the vibrations. Then
Weston noticed the lights that appeared to be coming from the boy's butts.

Andrew and Weston got a good laugh from the boys' predicament. It was
particularly funny when a group of middle-aged women walked by and Monty
turned the plugs to their most vigorous setting. A couple of the ladies
realized what was happening and at first they appeared to be shocked then
amused as the two athletes struggled not to lose control.

After saying goodbye to Andrew and Weston, Monty, Gregg, and Gavin
continued their walk. It was a nice day and it seemed everyone in Denver
had the same idea. The three walked in silence for an hour, then Monty
decided it was time to turn around and head for home. "Well boys, we are
about a mile and a half from the Acoma, what do you say we race back."

The twins nodded.

"Okay," Monty agreed. "On your mark, get set, go." Just as Gregg and Gavin
took their first step, Monty turned the plugs on their highest setting and
jogged off in the direction of the Acoma, leaving the two to gingerly make
their way home.

Once Gregg and Gavin finally made it home, Monty told them to get back into
costume except for their tails. The three spent the rest of the afternoon
working out on the Bowflex. Watching the boys muscles strain as they
competed to outdo the other made Monty so horny. Several times he almost
reached for his cock as he enjoyed the show. However, he needed to save his
energy and cum for later.

After supper Monty announced it was time to administer the accumulated
punishments of the day. Monty blew up two balloons and told the boys to
hold them with extended arms. Monty then retrieved a whip from the hall
closet. While their masks hid their expressions, Monty could see their eyes
were filled with fear. There was even a bit of whining.

Monty grew up on Indiana Jones, and when he was thirteen asked for a whip
and fedora for his birthday. His mother wasn't at all keen on the idea,
arguing that it was foolish to give a kid something like that. She had all
kinds of scenarios from terrorizing his sister to the old standby of
putting someone's eye out. None-the-less, Monty and his father prevailed
and Colorado Harrison was born. Monty and his father spent hours that
summer practicing cracking the whip, knocking cans off the fence, and
laughing. Of course there were a few mishaps: things like catching the
business end of the whip with his face while trying to make it crack, or
destroying one of mom's tomato plants while attempting to pick the fruit
with the tip of the whip. However, in the end, Monty became quite good with
the whip and often demonstrated his tricks whenever the Boy Scouts had a
talent show.

As Gregg and Gavin nervously held their balloons Monty smiled, and then
lightning fast cracked the whip twice and broke each of the balloons. The
loud crack of the whip, the bursting of the balloon in their hands, and the
speed with which Monty accomplished it was unnerving. Then Monty told the
boys to bend over the back of the couch. Monty noticed the boys' cheeks
were shaking as they waited for their punishment.Then without warning the
whip cracked twice and the boys nearly jumped over the back of the couch;
however, the reaction was from being startled, not from pain. Monty again
demonstrated his talent by getting close but inflicting no harm, nor
leaving any marks.

Monty pulled the boys into a hug, and said, "I couldn't do it. It would be
like vandalizing works of art." He then grabbed one of each of the boys'
butt cheeks, and added, "Plus, I have a better use for these later
tonight."

Monty sat down on the couch and the boys curled up next to him and put
their heads in his lap. Monty loved watching old sitcoms and one of his
favorites was MASH. While they watched Monty was drinking beer, and after
the third episode stood up and said, "Damn, I need to take a piss. Do
either of you."

"Woof, woof!"

"Okay boys, let's go." When in the bathroom, Monty went to the toilet and
the boys' to their fireplug.

"Damn, that felt good!" Monty said while shaking the last drop of pee from
his dick. "Now, go back to the other room. I'll be there in a second."

The next time the twins saw Monty, he was wearing a black jock, a black
chest harness, and a black and rust mask that made him look like a Doberman
Pinscher. The boys immediately rolled on their backs in a display of
submission. Monty growled, and sniffed the submissive twins crotches and
pits. None of them had showered after the afternoon's workout and a
masculine musk hung in the air.

"Are my bitches ready to get bred?" Monty growled, and the two puppies
woofed.

For the next two hours "The Big Dog" owned the twins' asses. As he fucked
one of the boys, the other was told to sit and watch. When he was balls
deep, Monty would occasionally squeeze their nipples or tug on their balls,
knowing full-well how uncomfortable they must be with their cocks
confined. Normally, Monty wasn't much of a talker during sex, and he almost
never used language to control and domination, but as he fucked he found
that voice and the twins' became all the more eager to please their
stud. When he'd finally satisfied his libido and ego, Monty collapsed a
sweaty mess onto the floor. He knew it wasn't too many years away that
vigorously fucking for two hours and repeatedly dumping loads into hot
bottoms would be a mere memory. However, when that time came, he intended
to have a vault filled with memories to recall with pride and satisfaction.

Soon the puppies were nuzzled next to Monty and whining as they rubbed
their imprisoned cocks against the Big Dog's thighs.

"Oh okay," Monty said, and he retrieved the keys to their cages and
unlocked them. As soon as they were released the boys' cocks swole to full
arousal. Soon the puppies were wrestling for domination, first Skippy then
Spot would gain the advantage, but neither could hold it for long. Monty
laughed when the boys resolved the standoff with a game of odds and
evens. As it turned out Gregg won and was the first to breed his brother's
well loose and well lubed ass. Then it was Gavin's turn. When they
finished, Monty said, "Let's go grab a shower."

Normally, when the three showered together there was a lot of sexual
touching and exploration, but this time the touch was tender and
familial. At one point the three simply stood under the rain shower head to
hug and softly kiss.

After they dried off, the three crawled into bed. It didn't take long
before the boys were cuddling up next to Monty and using his large
shoulders as pillows. Eventually, Monty asked, "Were you guys okay with
today."

"I was," Gregg said. "So was I," added Gavin, "Although, the whip was kinda
scary."

Monty laughed, and said, "Yeah, that was over the top. I just happened to
see it hanging on the wall in the basement when we were at my parents
getting the Bowflex. It brought back some memories. So, I went back and
picked it up for old times sake. I'm not sure what made me think it fits
into puppy play."

"I was wondering," Gregg said, "Can we change Kinky Club to Puppy Play
permanently?"

"What do you think Gavin?" Monty asked.

"I'm with Greg. This was fun and sexy."

"I'm fine with that, but there are a few changes I want to suggest. First,
we don't pee in the shower. That was a one time thing. Second, we don't
start until 3:00. That way we can all get our work done."

"Can I make another suggestion," Gregg said. "I think suppers should be
meat with big bones."

"We can do that, but we will be using forks and knives. I am not having my
wall ruined by you biting into a steak and shaking it to tear off a bite
you can chew."

The twins laughed.

"So Gavin, are there any rules you want for Puppy Night?" Monty asked.

Gavin thought for a moment, then said, "I want them to end like tonight,
sharing a shower, and cuddling in bed."

"I like that," Monty said, and gave each boy a kiss on the forehead.

Finally, a month after Monty took him to the airport, Jude made it back to
Denver with his mother. Between settling his mother's affairs, selling the
furniture and household items she wouldn't need, a 10-day quarantine
following a Covid exposure, and driving cross country, Jude was gone much
longer than he expected. Then for the first week back, Jude put in overtime
dealing with all the issues that couldn't be handled by phone or Zoom.

So, Monty was happy when one day, around three in the afternoon, his phone
began playing "Hey Jude" by the Beatles. "What's up buddy," Monty said when
he answered.

"My patience and my cock," Jude replied. "I need to see you tonight."

"Sure, you sound stressed."

"I have been playing catch up all week. I had two people come down with
Covid, so I had to man one of the trucks today. I'm living in a one-bedroom
apartment with my mother, and sleeping on a sofa bed in the living
room. Then to top it off, last night mom needed a glass of water, and when
she turned on the light, there I was completely naked and jacking off. It
was like I was 15 years old again and forgot to lock the bathroom door."

Monty started laughing.

"It's not funny," Jude said.

"Sorry buddy, maybe she didn't notice," Monty said, trying to be
sympathetic.

"No, she noticed. I know there are a few floors between our apartments, but
I'm surprised you didn't hear her scream. White stripes on a black belly
are pretty easy to see."

Now, Monty couldn't control the laughter. Finally, Monty was able to regain
control, and said, "Come over whenever you are ready. I'll be waiting. If
the hooligans haven't drank it all, there is some of that Red Stripe you
Jamaicans call beer at the back of the fridge."

"Listen mon, anyone that drinks Coors has no standing to dis anyone else's
beer."

Monty laughed, and said, "I am looking forward to seeing you."

"And don't bother cooking anything. I'll be bringing food."

"Damn, now I really can't wait to see you," Monty said.

Monty was stripping the bed, to put on new sheets when the boys came in to
workout. "What's going on," Gregg asked.

"Jude is coming over tonight, so you guys will have to sleep in the other
room."

"Or, we could just make it a party in here," Gavin said impishly.

"Not tonight. This is the first time Jude and I are spending any time
together since he went to New York. Oh, and don't eat a bunch of crap
before supper. Jude is bringing supper."

The boys' faces lit up. The mention of Jude's food almost made up for not
being included in the night's activities.

At a bit after six, Jude arrived with Jamaican Patties, Jerked Chicken,
Rice and Peas (kidney beans), Pepper Soup, and Bammy (Jamaican
flatbread). Working in Jude's commissary, the twins had become familiar and
fond of Jamaican cooking. Jude handed them the thermal bags with the food
and told them to set it out on the table.

"Where's your mother?" Monty asked.

"When I told her I was spending the evening, and maybe the night here, her
response was `Thank God, I need some time alone.' It seems we have both
been getting on each other's nerves."

"I understand." Monty said. "A weekend in Aspen with the family is about
all I can take. My parents want to tour Europe when we can all travel
again, and since My sister and brother-in-law have `real jobs,' and now a
baby, I have drawn the short straw to go with them. I am sure that by the
time we get to Switzerland, I will be looking to apply for emotional
asylum."

"Does your mother know...?" Gavin started to ask.

"That I'm gay? Yes. She actually told me that I was gay."

"Huh?" Gavin said in disbelief.

"Yes, although my mother is a Christian, she has powerful dreams. One
morning, she just walked into my room and said, `I was told in a dream you
will be needing these, and threw a sack on my bed. When I opened the sack,
there was a pack of condoms, a bottle of lube, a pamphlet on AIDS, and a
copy of `The Joy of Gay Sex."

"What did you do?" Gregg asked.

"I threw that shit into the back of my closet and told my mom her dreams
were crap. I was so deep in denial that I had even myself fooled. However,
sixteen months later, the pages of that book were well worn, and I needed
more condoms and lube." Everyone laughed.

After supper, the group moved to the sitting area to watch a movie; Monty
served coffee and ice cream. It was Gavin's turn to pick the movie and he
chose `Spider-Man: Homecoming.' When the movie ended, Monty and Jude said
good night and headed for the master bedroom.

They stripped off their clothes and headed for the shower. Jude was in
front, and Monty took the opportunity to study Jude's tight runner's glutes
in action. Monty turned on the shower and asked Jude if it was too hot.

"No, this is just what I need to get the kinks out. I've been sleeping on
the stupid hide-a-bed and it had my body tied into knots. Frankly, I don't
know what has me more excited, having sex with you, or sleeping in that
mammoth bed of yours."

Monty was beginning to soap Jude's pecs, and Jude moaned purred with
contentment. Monty said, "Well big guy, you're in luck. I'm running a two
for one special of fucking and sleeping."

"I'll take it!" Jude said.

Monty ran his fingers over Jude's tired muscles and aching muscles. Jude
had spent the day inventorying and restocking the refrigerators and
freezers at the commissary, which meant moving heavy boxes of meat and
produce in the cold. Jude wasn't a bodybuilder. His arms and legs didn't
bulge. Instead, the muscles were like tightly wound ropes under his
skin. Jude's build was long, sinewy, and athletic.

As Monty's hands began to move down Jude's torso, they both began to
stiffen. Jude was was fully erect when Monty finally took hold of his cock
and softly stroked it. While Monty's hands worked on Jude's cock, his
tongue worked on his sensitive nipples. It had been weeks since someone had
teased Jude's nipples, and he was reveling in the moment. Their height
difference made sex in the shower impractical, so Jude finally said, "We
need to take this to the bed."

Once dried and in bed, Jude lay on his stomach, and Monty poured oil on him
and began massaging Jude's shoulders, back, and glutes. "Oh fuck, that is
sooooo goooood," Jude moaned. The oil turned Jude's skin a glossy black
that picked up the soft lights of the bedroom.

Monty began massaging Jude's ass cheeks; and as he did so, he would spread
them and run a finger across Jude's hole.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good. I need you to fuck me."

Monty spread Judes cheeks and kissed his tight pucker. Jude's ass hadn't
seen a cock since the night before he left for New York, and Monty knew it
would need some gentle foreplay. Monty began licking, then probing, the
tight hole. Eventually, Monty moved from tongue to fingers, and finger by
finger, Jude relaxed. Finally, Jude said, "I'm ready. I need your cock in
me." And, soon it was.

Monty started slow and deep, and Jude's low, breathy moans told him he was
hitting all the right spots. Fucking Jude was was like driving a sports car
with a standard transmission, you didn't need to look at the tachometer to
know when to shift gears, you listen to the sound of the engine. Over the
next hour, Monty expertly and smoothly shifted from low to high. In the
end, Jude was on his back with his long, athletic legs spread wide as
Monty's cock slid in and out like a piston.

For a few agonizing minutes, Jude hung on the edge....wanting to
cum....needing to cum....yet, unable. Then Monty took hold of Jude's
swollen cock, and with just a couple of strokes, Jude moaned loudly and
shifted into overdrive. Cum began shooting from his cock in an arch and
coating his chest and abs. The sight of Jude in the midst of an intense
orgasm was what Monty needed to push himself over the finish line, and he
dumped a trunk load of jizz in Jude's ass.

When both Jude and Monty caught their breaths, and their minds were again
able to focus, Jude said, "That was the best, and just what I needed. Are
you sure it's alright I sleep here tonight?"

"Of course you can, anytime."

"What about the boys?"

"They have a bed. I told them that you had priority. So, whenever you need
me, just say so."

Jude was asleep almost before he got "Thank you" out of his mouth.

Monty pulled up the covers and opened his iPad to read. He wasn't tired
yet, but he also wanted to stay next to Jude. Somehow, Monty felt his
presence would help Jude to relax and get the sleep he very much needed.

At 5:30 the next morning, the alarm on Jude's phone went off, and Jude
headed for the shower. He had another long day in front of him, but after a
good nights sleep, he could face it. Monty opened his eyes just as Jude
exited the bathroom still drying his hair. `Fuck he's hot,' Monty thought
to himself.

"Are you coming over this evening?" Monty asked.

"No, madda is cooking supper tonight, and we are going to talk about what
next. She is really anxious to get to Jamaica to help my sister and
brother-in-law get on with getting the hotel in shape. With the country
closed to tourists, and locals are needing work, this is a good time to do
some of the things that really need doing. However, even though she is a
citizen with family in the country, we're not sure they will let her in."

"I thought your mother was planning to stay here until Covid is under
control."

"Actually, if she can get into Jamaica, the infection rate is much lower
than in the States. So, it would actually be safer for her on the island."

"I see. Well, if I can help, let me know.... Hey, Linda isn't an
international lawyer, but I bet she knows some. Do you want me to give her
a call?"

"That would be great."

Later at breakfast, the twins tried getting information out of Monty about
what he and Jude did the previous evening. However, Monty told them that
his bedroom was covered by the "Vegas Rule."

Monty tried to spend some time writing after breakfast, but all he seemed
to do was get frustrated. The plot line of the new novel seemed weak and
disjointed, he thought the characters were too one dimensional, and the
dialogue seemed stiff and unnatural. All in all, it was a bucket of
crap. He needed a change of scenery and fresh air.

So, at lunch Monty announced, "I called my parents and am getting the keys
to the family cabin in Aspen. You guys are welcome to join me if you
like. There is good wifi in the cabin, so you can still attend classes
remotely."

"Have they reopened the ski slopes?" Gregg asked.

"No, they're still closed, so is much of the town. However, I know some
trails that won't be closed, and I plan to do some cross-country skiing. I
can scrounge up a couple of more sets of cross-country skis if you want to
try it. Other than that, it's going to be mostly sitting around the
fireplace, drinking beer, and naked hot tubbing."

"Count me in," Gregg said excitedly.

"Me so," added Gavin.

Monty made a quick call to Jude to tell him about the sudden need for
mountain air, and to invite him up to the cabin. Jude said he doubted he
would have time, but thanked him for the offer. "Well, buddy," Monty said,
"feel free to crash in my bed. You'll sleep better and your mom won't walk
in on you stroking your python."

Jude laughed, and said, "That I will definitely take you up on."

So, after a hurried couple of hours of packing and shopping for provisions,
Monty and the twins were headed West on I-70 into the Rockies.

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