Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2018 08:20:18 -0400
From: Yellow Stang <mrfnfd@gmail.com>
Subject: Dorence Part 8

Dorence Part 8

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Waking up to a blanket of white outside his window, Dorence hugged his
pillow, inhaling Mark's scent from the other night, realizing he should
change his sheets before they got up and walked away. Looking up at the
ceiling, he thought about what he just did, feeling the guilt, he realized
he was no better than Trey.  Trying to rationalize his anger and
loneliness, he knew deep inside, he needed closure with Trey, if that's
what it's supposed to be.

Feeling the cold from the winter storm, Dorence wore his robe to the
shower, he thought it would be nice if he had a shower in his apartment.
Fiddling with the spigots, he quickly stepped out of the robe and into the
warm shower.  The warm water felt good on his body, each time he stepped
out from the spray he was greeted the unwelcoming chill.  Turning off the
shower, he quickly grabbed his towel, determining it was too cold to stand
in the garage naked, he carefully went to his apartment, trying not to
slide on the concrete floor.

Not able to stay warm for long, he went searching for his heavy union suit,
he wanted to wear under his coveralls, which was perfect for winter days
like today.  Dressed in just the red union suit, Dorence stood in the
kitchen boiling water for his oatmeal and making a fresh pot of coffee.
When the kettle whistled, Dorence poured the water into his bowl, mixing
the oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar.  Letting it sit, he poured
himself a cup of piping hot coffee.  Sitting at the table, he looked
outside to look at the peaceful snow fall.  He knew it would be a light
day, the television announced local closure advising everyone to stay home.

After breakfast, he pulled on his overalls over his union suit, feeling
comfy he headed into the cold garage to work on Mr. Schneck's tractor.
Removing the parts from the engine, Hank greeted him with a "Brrr", as he
stomped the snow off his feet.  Hank looked out the window, watching the
snow lay on the ground, looking up, he asked Dorence, "What's up?"

Looking at Hank, Dorence smiled, "I think I know what the issue is with
this tractor."

Hank walked over, agreeing with Dorence as he patted him on the shoulder,
"I knew you could locate the problem."

Taking a breath, Hank asked Dorence, "How are you doing?"

Shaking his head in despair, Dorence replied, "Hanging in there, bud."

Not knowing what to say, Hank asked, "Is this Trey thing bothering you?"

Looking down at the ground, Dorence nodded his head yes, "Saying he felt
like shit, I'm not any better than Trey, sleeping with Mark."

Looking glum, as he placed his hand on Dorence's shoulder, "Long distance
can be tough."

Turing to head back to the office, Hank ordered the part needed to fix the
tractor. Dorence continued working the tractor, trying to take his mind of
Trey. Tears welled in his eyes as he concentrated on working the wrench
around the bolts, occasionally cussing when they wouldn't budge.  Adding
more muscle and a few smacking's of his knuckle against the engine, Dorence
finally succeeded.

Announcing he's stepping out, Hank left to pick up the ordered part.  When
he returned, he mentioned the roads are getting bad, they will have to
eventually go out and plow. Going back outside, Hank filled both trucks
with gas, he was glad he hooked the plows up the night before.

Seeing the frustration on Dorence's face, Hank suggested he plow the
parking lot.  Looking at his greasy hands and bloodstained knuckles,
Dorence quickly cleaned up before grabbing his winter jacket, beanie and
gloves.  He started the garage's truck with the plow, clearing the snow in
the parking lot.  Knowing Hank also helped Mrs. Frace, he drove down the
road, making a few passes to clear the snow in her driveway.  He retrieved
the snow shovel from her front porch, clearing her sidewalks.  Being very
thankful, she invited Dorence in for some hot cocoa and a piece of her
mince pie.

She always enjoyed the company, since her husband passed, she was glad
there were people like Hank and Dorence to help her out. Listening to tales
of previous snows from her past, Dorence slowly ate the pie as he sipped
the hot cocoa.  Enjoying the warmth and her company, he announced he
regrettably had to leave.  As he put on his beanie, coat and gloves, she
followed him to the door, when he stepped outside, she told him to take
care of that Carson boy.  Dorence smiled, saying he will, knowing what she
was hinting at. Opening the door as he walked toward the driveway, "He
fancies you, and so do his parents." Blushing, Dorence gets in the truck.

Thinking about what she just said, Dorence did not want to hurt Mark, but
he had to figure out what was going on with Trey, though he thought he knew
the answer, not liking it at all one bit.  Driving back to the garage, Hank
greeted him and thanked him for helping Mrs. Frace.  Tapping his fist on
Hank's arm, reassuring, "No, problem."

With the tractor part sitting on the counter, Dorence finishing fixing the
tractor, when Dorence started it up, the motor ran beautifully.  If the
snow wasn't falling, Dorence would have to take it for a test run later.
Hank commented on how smooth the engine sound, announcing he was heading
home as his better half was concerned him being out in this weather.
Saying good-bye, Hank closed the shop, heading home.

Seeing how dirty he was from fixing the tractor, Dorence stripped out of
the overalls, he headed to the shower to wash the grime from his body.  The
water stung his tender knuckles as he scrubbed his hands and nails
clean. As he stepped into his apartment, his phone rang, running to answer,
Dorence heard Mark's voice on the other end of the line.  Mark was excited
to hear Dorence's voice claiming he was trapped in his parent's house.
Mark announced he heard tonight's class was cancelled, and telling Dorence
he missed him.  Swallowing as tears formed in his eyes as he listened Mark,
Dorence warned him to stay inside and keep warm, Dorence thanked him for
the call.  Wanting to be with Dorence, Mark asked if could talk to him
later tonight.  Without thinking, Dorence said, "Sure", before he said
goodbye.

Realizing he was hungry, Dorence stood in his union suit as he cooked his
dinner, taking his mind off of Trey and Mark.  When he sat down to eat, the
torment resurfaced in his mind, turning on the television for distraction
didn't work either.  Watching the news as they talked about the weather,
Dorence knew he was going to be in for a long cold night.  Conflicted, he
was unfairly missing Mark but wanting to ease his anger, he wanted to know
what was going on with Trey.

Cleaning up after dinner, Dorence called Trey to see if he was around,
getting his voice mail he said, "It's me", before he hung up.  Feeling
lonely, Dorence gathered his `dirty' magazines from the shelf, he paged
through the explicit pictorials reaching into his fly of his union suit to
touch his cock.  Teasing his cock head with his fingertips, he reacted with
the blood engorging his cock.  Pulling his hard cock and ball through the
fly, he wrapped his palm and five fingers around his throbbing shaft,
stroking as he ogled the action on the glossy pages.  While fantasizing
about being with the two hunks on the pages, he slowly edged himself, as he
slowly turned the pages. Noticing some pages were stuck, he peeled the
pages apart, he realized someone else had enjoyed the fuck scene as well.
His thoughts turned to Trey lying back, stroking his cock as they lustfully
browsed through the pages.  To add more to his burning fire, he fingered
his ass as he thought about Trey's naked body, his cock ooze, with the
slime gathered at the tip.  Desiring to taste the sweet nectar, he dabbed
the precious juices onto his fingertip, lifting his hand to his mouth to
taste. When he placed his finger to his tongue, the sweet flavor stimulated
his taste buds causing him to drool.  Feeling the exhilaration, he reached
down, scooping the remaining secretion from the tip of his cock, lifting
his finger to the tip of his tongue to taste the sweetness.

Lifting his other hand to his mouth, he coated the index finger with his
thick saliva, placing the fingertip at his hole, slowing wiggling the tip
as he entered his hungry hole, he continued to stroke his leaking cock.
Placing his feet on the table, he spread his legs further part, giving him
access to bury his finger deep inside his hole.  Feeling his ass suck his
finger inside, his cock continuously oozed, he slowly stroked himself, and
the nectar flowed down his fingers and shaft.  Slicking up his cock with
his own juices, he moaned softly, rolling his head back in the chair.
Feeling the discomfort of his ass clinging to the fucking finger, he
withdrew his finger from his dry ass, place it in his mouth to lube his
finger, only to reinsert deeper, wiggling it around as he slid it
in. Sitting there with his legs on the table and toes spread apart, he
pleasured himself with both hands, he clenched his ass cheeks, determined
to hold off from climaxing as long as possible.

Looking back down at the magazine, all thoughts of Trey temporarily
dissipated. Reaching to turn the page, he saw the two hunks add a third
person, his hand returned to his aching cock as he gazed at the incredible
body of the third guy.  Turning to the next page, he viewed the two hunks
working the third guy's body.  Stroking on his cock, he felt his balls were
ready to explode, feeling he was just about to release, he stopped touching
his cock and pulled his probing finger from his ass.  Stopping just in
time, his cock twitched a few times, but subsided, feeling relieved, his
balls retained the pending thick load.  Sitting there breathing hard, he
waited for the feeling to subside.  Once he thought it was safe, he spat on
his finger used for probing and in his other hand for stroking.  Placing
his slicked hand around his dripping cock, he inserted his finger deep
inside of him, continuing where he left off. With a desire to suck cock,
Dorence continued his self-pleasure, his toes curled as he lifted his hips
off the chair and his breathing grew more rapid.  Arching his back in the
chair, his body convulsed, allowing the pent up desire to explode, his head
flew back, moaning loudly, as he thick cream ushered out his cock, into the
air, landing all over his body.  The last of the eruption thickly dripped
down his fingers, while a few beads appeared on his cock head.  Feeling the
intense release, he suddenly felt embarrassed, waiting to catch his breath
before he tried to clean up the evidence.

Wiping the telltale puddles from his union suit, he looked at his think
spunk, examining the consistence of the creamy heavy load.  Holding it up
to his nose, he inhaled the scent, before rubbing his finger through the
warm slime.  Licking off the tip of his finger, he tasted the blandness of
his load, satisfied, he threw the paper towel into the garbage, leaving
dark wet spots of evidence on his stained union suit.  He quickly stuffed
his softening cock back inside, before collecting the last over the juices
on his finger to taste.

Not expecting a call, he jumped when the phone rang, he answered on the
second ring, hearing Trey on the other end.  Trey sounded very professional
at the other end, Dorence wasn't sure if Trey realized he called him.
Asking if he was naked, Dorence responded that he was reading a
book. Thinking that Trey was returning his call, he was disappointed when
he heard, "Oh, Dorence, it's you! I'm finally glad I got a chance to call
you." Try to rebound from his blunder, he asked Dorence how he was doing.
Sensing something was different in the conversation, Dorence didn't hear
the usual tone in Trey's voice. Feeling like he was trying to cover
something up, Dorence listened, as Trey scrambled to make conversation,
apologizing that he was so busy that he could find the time to read with
him.

When he asked Trey if he would like to read with him, Trey replied, "Not
tonight. You don't need me to read along with you anymore, you're doing
fine."  Continuing to try to have a conversation with Trey, Dorence felt
like he was pulling teeth.  Wishing to see him this weekend to discuss
matters, Trey didn't seem enthused, he mentioned he had to work in the
evening.  Pursuing the subject, Dorence said they could spend time in the
afternoon, as Dorence said he wanted to talk.

Trey replied, "But we're talking now."

With seriousness in his voice, "We need to talk, talk."

Trey hears the tone in Dorence voice, sounded non-committed, "Oh, if you
insist."

Hearing someone in the background asking about sex, Dorence heard Trey put
his hand over the phone, mumbling something to whoever was there, Trey
removed his hand, announcing he had to go.  The phone went dead before
Dorence could say goodbye.

Feeling sad, Dorence sat there trying to make light of what just happened.
He stared down at the pages of the opened magazine, closing it in disgust.
Placing the magazines in their proper place, Dorence pulled the covers down
to get into bed.  He pulled his cock out to piss in the chamber pot, as it
was too cold to go outside to use the toilet.  Almost spilling the chamber
pot when his phone unexpectedly rang, answering it, he heard Trey on the
other end, Dorence called out to him, but Trey didn't seem to hear him.
Dorence stayed on the phone and listened to Trey's conversation.  Trey was
quoting prices as the other man was asking for sexual favors.  Trey asked
for the money up front, and Dorence heard them making out, the guy in the
background telling Trey what to do.  With tears in his eyes as he heard too
much, Dorence hung up.  With his heart in his throat, Dorence lay across
the bed, head buried in his pillow as he sobbed.

The phone rang a second time, Dorence stifling his crying, answered,
hearing Mark's voice on the other end.  Sensing something was wrong, Mark
asked Dorence if he should come over. Sniffling and holding back the tears,
Dorence told Mark it wasn't a good idea.  As soon as they hung up, Dorence
returned to crying.

Not knowing what time it was, Dorence was startled by the banging on the
door, he looked at the time, concerned it could be an emergency he turned
on the shop lights.  Standing at the door covered in snow and holding his
duffle bag, Mark waited patiently as Dorence opened the door.  Quickly
stepping inside, Mark commented about the weather as he wiped the snow from
his coat, pants and hat.  Stomping his boots, as he looked at Dorence
saying, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Still shocked to see Mark standing there, especially in this weather,
Dorence quickly ushered him into the apartment. Asking, "What in the god's
sake are you doing out in this type of weather?"

Removing his outer clothing, Mark looked into Dorence's eyes, saying, "I
just had to come over, I knew something was wrong.  It's Trey?"

Hearing the dreaded name Dorence shook his head, "I don't want to talk
about it."

Mark continued to strip down to his underwear, hugging Dorence before
walking over to the bed.  Pulling down the covers he eased Dorence into
bed, climbing in next to him, holding him as he kissed the side of his
face.  He wiped the tears from Dorence eyes, telling him, "Things will get
better."

Turning toward the window, Dorence lay on his side, watching the snow fall,
trying to hold everything inside.  Feeling Mark's arm wrap around his chest
to hold him, Dorence laid there in silence as Mark spooned holding him
without saying a word. Wanting to be alone, Dorence's broken heart felt a
little more secure with someone there.

Listening to Mark's breathing as he lay there, Dorence kept thinking about
what Trey said and what he heard.  Tears rolled down his face and onto the
pillow, he never wanted it to come to this.  Dorence felt like a john with
his high priced call boy next to him. Knowing it wasn't fair to Mark, it
was Mark's decision to come over to comfort him, while Trey is blowing some
stranger for a hundred bucks.

With the snow stopping, but the wind blowing, Dorence got up early to plow
snow.  The bitter cold greeted and whipped in his face, as he was all
bundled walking to the truck.  Shivering as the truck warmed up, Dorence
was thankful Mark came over, but regretting getting involved with him.
Putting the truck in gear, Dorence cleared the parking lot before heading
to Mrs. Frace's house.  She waved from the window, as he cleared her
driveway.  She was ecstatic when he shoveled her sidewalks.  She asked him
to come I for something warm, but Dorence declined, saying he had more
places to plow.  She reminded him to stop back afterwards as she is making
him hot cocoa.  He promised he would.  She told him to remind Hank as well.

Checking to see if Hank needed help with his driveway, Dorence drove up to
his place, seeing his truck with the hood up, Hank was looking inside. Hank
was glad to see him.  Hank said his truck needed a jump.  Dorence followed
him to the truck, Hank grabbed the jumper cables, hooking them up, before
asking Dorence to pop the hood his truck.  Hank got in his truck, Dorence
sat there with his foot on the gas, was Hank's truck slowly churned,
eventually starting.

Hank asked if he could help with the Hopper place, as well as Peter's.
Dorence turned the truck around, plowing a path back to the road.  He went
on his way to Mrs. Hopper's house, plowing through the drifts as the roads
blew shut.  She turned on the porch light when he arrived, she waved from
the door as he cleared her driveway.  Shivering from the cold, he shoveled
her walks.  She was so grateful, he handed him an envelope.

Heading back to the garage to get more gas, Mark got in the passenger side,
saying he wanted to help.  Dorence pumped the gas, enjoying the peace after
the snowfall.  Knowing Hank would want him to plow more driveways he filled
the tank.  Smelling of gas, he got in the warm truck heading to the
Peter's.  Smiling just to be with him, Mark greeted him with a good
morning, resting his hand on his thigh.  Dorence welcomed the smile.

With the winds blowing over the barren snow covered the fields, the driving
conditions worsened, Dorence headed to Peter's, where the trees blocked the
blowing snow, he quickly cleared their driveway.  Mark jumped out of the
truck in the bitter cold, shoveling their sidewalk.  With help like that,
Dorence could quickly clean up more places.  Checking to see if Hank was on
his two way radio, he asked if there were more people who needed plowing.
Informing Hank he had help, Hank gave him a list of five more places.

Mark got back in the truck shivering, he commented it was warm inside.  The
two made a good team, Dorence plowed and Mark shoveled, when they were
done, Dorence headed back to Mrs. Frace's house.  She greeted him with a
warm smile, looking up to see Mark as he removed his hat, she shrieked how
good it was to see him, and she hugged him close to her body.  She insisted
the two have another piece of pie for all the hard work of plowing all the
neighbor's snow.  Serving the hot cocoa, they heard another truck in the
driveway, going to the side window looking out, she excitedly announced it
was Hank.

Opening the door, she welcomed him.  Pouring his cocoa in his special mug
she had just for him. They listened to her reminisce about winters past,
talking about her husband.  Pinching Mark's cheeks, she said, "It was so
good to finally see you with Dorence.  I use to watch you, you were always
infatuated with him, and you always glowed when he was around. I also
pitied you when the other boys tormented you." Looking at Dorence, "And you
didn't even notice it, he could have done cartwheels in front of you and
you wouldn't give him the satisfaction."  They both sat there wondering how
she knew, she walked over to Hank, placing his hand on his shoulder, saying
how her son use to date Hank's handsome brother, and God bless his soul.  I
always told your mother, "You always fancied Eleanor's son."

Mark's jaw dropped, he didn't realize his mother knew, heck he didn't even
know he knew.  Mrs. Frace apologizes for running on at the mouth.  Reaching
over to pinch Mark's cheeks, telling him she was always rooting for
him. The three smiled as she continued on with other stories.

Radioing his wife, Hank asked Dorence if he wanted to plow some more, as he
had four more jobs for him and then he can call it a day, as he winked at
him.  Dorence gladly accepted, asking Mark if he was ready.  As they walked
out the door, Mrs. Frace commented they were such handsome boys.

Getting behind the wheel of the truck, Dorence was smiling from the kind
words of Mrs. Frace.  Looking over at Mark, he wore a smile from ear to
ear.  He leaned against Dorence holding onto his arm, as he drove to the
next house. Mark muttered, "My parents know."

It was early afternoon when the two boys returned to the garage.  Hank
radioed his thanks, saying he would see the two in the morning.  Parking
the truck on the side of the building, Mark followed Dorence into his
apartment.  Turning up the heat, Dorence wanted to get warm.  They removed
their outerwear, placing it by the heater to dry.

Once warmed up, Dorence went into the kitchen to make dinner.  Asking Mark
what he would like, Mark got up and joined him.  Entering the kitchen, he
stood behind Dorence putting his arm around him, pulling Dorence to his
chest.  Kissing him in the middle of his back, Mark inhaled Dorence's
natural scent.  Wanted to feel Dorence all over, he lowered his hand from
Dorence's chest to down his front, heading south to grope the package that
Mark desired in Dorence's pants.  Turing around to face Mark, Dorence
placed his hands to the side of Mark's face, leaning in to kiss him on the
lips as he looked deep into his eyes.

Reaching up on his tippy toes, holding the back of Dorence's head, Mark
passionately kissed him, holding each other chest to chest. Reaching down
for Mark's shirt hem, Dorence pulled his shirt up over Mark's torso and
head.  Raising his arms, Dorence pulled the shirt off Mark's body throwing
it to the floor before holding him closely to his chest.  Standing half
naked, Mark reached up to unbutton Dorence's shirt, sliding it off his
body.  Standing in his union suit, Mark undid the buttons, pulling the
union suit off his upper body and letting it hang around Dorence's waist.

Walking over to sit on a kitchen chair, Dorence pulled Mark toward him, he
guided Marks face to his mouth, kissing him passionately.  Placing his head
against Mark's stomach, he rubbed his chin on his abs inhaling Mark's musky
scent.  Kissing his navel before reaching for his belt, Dorence unbuckles
his pants, pulling them down to his knees.  Standing in his underwear,
Dorence placed his mouth against Mark's groin, breathing on the material
that confined his cock.  Reaching down, Mark held onto Dorence's head,
moaning as he felt his breath against his cock.  Mouthing the shaft
confined in his underwear, Dorence's drool was absorbed by Mark's
underwear, feeling the warm wet spot grow on his expanding cock.
Intoxicated by Mark's scent, he reached up grabbing for Mark's waistband,
pulling the underwear down his thighs, Mark's hard cock was revealed.
Placing his hands behind Mark's hips, he gazed at the mouthwatering rod,
placing Mark's cock to his lips, he delicately kissed the tip before
running his tongue around the bulbous crown.

Standing there in front of Dorence, Mark moaned as he felt Dorence take his
aching cock into his warm wet mouth.  He gasped when he felt his cock slide
down Dorence's welcoming throat.  Holding onto his head, Mark trembled from
the cock sucking, sensual sensations surged through his body as Dorence
bobbed up and down on his straining cock.

Wrapping his hand around the base of Mark's cock and balls, Dorence
continued to suck Mark's glistening cock, reaching up to wrap his free hand
around his balls, feeling the boys in the palm of his hand.  Dorence head
continued to bob back and forth on Mark's shaft, as Mark held onto the back
of Dorence's head, guiding his face down to his base, while he moaned.

His breathing grew rapid as his body started to shake, Mark could feel the
impending orgasm as it approached.  Dorence moaned as he took Mark's cock
deeply, hoping he would taste his reward for the effort he was putting in.
Reaching into his pants, Dorence stroked as he bobbed on Mark.  Shuddering,
Marks' knee grew weak, buckling when his balls' released, shooting his warm
thick juices down Dorence throat.  Holding onto Mark's balls, he worked his
cock coaxing more of the thick load into his mouth.  The sweet, salty
tasted filled his mouth, as he furiously stroked his own cock.  Feeling the
blast the last of Mark's load down his throat, Dorence greedily swallowed,
feeling his own balls rise.  Removing his mouth from Mark's cock, Mark
stroked his aching shaft in over Dorence's face, dripping remaining drops
of his thick cum onto Dorence's face.  As he felt the remnant land on his
face, triggering Dorence's cock to unload inside his union suit, drenching
his hand as well as his crotch in his own juices.

Dorence savored Mark's thick load in his mouth, pulling his hand from his
pants, he held his hand to his mouth, licking the thick juices from his
fingers.  Mixing the two loads in his mouth, swallowing with a smile on his
face.

Satiated from the action, Dorence collapsed in the kitchen chair, feeling
completely drained of energy.  When his energy returned, Dorence adjusted
himself feeling the wetness on his cock and pubs, he returned to the
kitchen.  After dressing, Mark stood next to him, asking what he could do.
Dorence suggested he cleaned the beans in the refrigerator. Working
together, they made a good team in the kitchen. Wanting a romantic evening
of the busy day, Mark lit some candles after he set the table, turning off
most lights, they ate dinner in the ambient atmosphere. After cleaning up,
they both cuddled to watch TV.  Dorence excused himself to check the road
conditions outside.  While he was out, his phone rang, Mark answered,
hearing a man's voice, "Hi, Dorence."

Feeling funny, Mark replied, "This isn't Dorence, this in Mark."

The man on the other end of the phone, mumbled incoherently, Mark hears the
end of the conversation, "I have the wrong number," as he man hung up.

When Dorence returned, the phone rang again, Dorence answering, recognized
Trey was drunk.  Seeing the look on Dorence's face, he knew it must have
been Trey.  Holding his hand to his ear, he tried to hear what Trey was
saying, apologizing for something. Disgusted, Dorence hung up, becoming
very quiet, Mark is noticing the mood change.

Announcing he was tired, Dorence dressed for bed.  Shocked that he never
saw Dorence wear clothes to bed, Mark climbed in with him.  Dorence turned
to face the window, tears ran down his face.  Lying there next to him, Mark
held onto him listening him to sniffle, himself turning sad.

Awaken by Dorence's angry outburst, Mark tried to calm Dorence down during
the night.  He didn't get much sleep, but eventually Dorence fell asleep,
he lay there calmly the rest of the evening.

Waking up in the morning, Mark notices his irritable mood, placing his arms
around Dorence, Dorence moves away from him.  Mark lay there, thinking what
he had done.

Keeping his distance, Mark wished Dorence a good morning, suggesting they
get a shower before he has to head home.  Not realizing Mark had to leave,
Dorence sigh, quickly getting out of bed.  Sensing Dorence didn't want to
take him home, he revealed he had to work evenings the next few nights,
Mark suggested he would like to spend time with Dorence this weekend.
Gulping, Dorence informed Mark he was heading out of town on Saturday,
saying it was important.

Looking into his eyes, Mark asked, "Trey? Was that him last night?"

Nodding his head, `yes', turning his back to Mark, Dorence didn't want to
discuss it any further. Turning to Mark he softly admitted,"You shouldn't
have come here."

Standing in his underwear, Mark suddenly got quiet.

Stripping naked, Dorence turned to the garage to get a shower.  Stepping
into the warm water, Dorence lathered himself from head to toe, before
rinsing off.  Thinking Mark might be making breakfast, He waited under the
shower, waiting for Mark, when he didn't appear.  While Dorence was in the
shower, Mark exited out the back door with his belongings.  When he
finished, Dorence opened the door to let Mark know the water was hot. Not
seeing Mark, he suddenly panicked, soaking wet, Dorence opened the backdoor
door, seeing the foot tracks in the deep snow heading toward the road.
Shutting the door when the cold air chilled is wet naked body, he dried
himself. Not wanting Mark to leave, Dorence quickly dressed to go after
him.  When he reached the front door, Hank was pulling in.

Looking at Dorence, Hank said, "Hold on Cowboy, I saw him walking, I picked
him up and drove him home.  What did you do? He was crying."

Dorence said one word, "Trey."

Hank shook his head putting his arm around Dorence, "You know, this one is
a keeper. He's trying hard for you to like him. You know I don't like to
tell you how to run your life, but I think you owe someone an apology."
Dorence knew he was right, he looked down at the floor feeling guilty.
Tears flowed down his face, he knew he was no better than Trey,