Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2024 16:48:19 +0000
From: Steve <cutrose406@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke's Big Adventure - 21

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Luke's Big Adventure

Chapter 21

Over the next few months, Luke began to recuperate from his collapse,
although the days were not uneventful. The British teen used all his
strength and determination to enable him to manage his life. Top of his
list was, of course, his relationship with his boyfriend, Jake, although
this was closely followed by his desire to do well at his physiotherapy
sessions, build up his strength and fitness, ably abetted in this regard
by his mum's meals, and take his important school exams.

Jake had been a continuing source of strength in all these endeavours. As
soon as the British teen was home from hospital, the American had spent
as much time as he could with his boyfriend, sliding into bed to cuddle
up close to him even though Luke slept for long periods. Although he was
aware of his lover's presence, Luke was too weak to do more than offer
grateful thanks and the occasional squeeze of Jake's prick. Gradually,
however, as his strength returned, the British teenager became more
active, wanking his boyfriend to completion and once or twice performing
oral sex on him. For his part, Luke was unable to raise more than the
feeblest of hard-ons and quickly exhausted himself. This failure caused
him to suggest to Jake that he would understand if the horny American
wanted to find satisfaction elsewhere. The proposal was met with
indignation by Jake who protested,

`The hell I will! I love you, Luke! You!! Nobody else! I will always
love you and together we will get you back to full health!'

On hearing this, Luke had turned away as he felt his eyes welling up with
tears and was comforted to feel his partner's arms embracing him and
pulling him into a tight hug.

Once he was strong enough, Luke was visited by many of his friends from
school and the swimming club and he enjoyed these visits, but they were
often tiring, and he needed to rest after they had left. Aside from Jake,
Luke always looked forward to the visits from his oldest friend, Mike,
who came up from his school as often as he could, with his boyfriend,
Sam, driving him. On one of the visits, Mike told Luke that Sam was
teaching him to drive and that he hoped to take his driving test over the
summer. Jake had also begun taking lessons and Luke had intended to do so
as well but his medical condition had put that on hold for the time
being.

Every day, including weekend, Luke attended physiotherapy sessions or did
exercises at home, once again pushing himself harder than might have been
considered wise. Nevertheless, he persisted, and his efforts were
starting to pay off and some feeling had returned in his left side, but
movement was still extremely restricted. Luke attended regular
outpatients' clinics but the doctors there gave no clear medical
prognosis over how much use he would regain even with intensive
physiotherapy. Regardless, Luke was determined to try to maximise his
recovery.

The school had been extremely helpful as far as work was concerned. They
also made accommodations to allow the teenager to return to some classes
once he was deemed able to do so. In the meantime, a teacher brought him
work every week and collected any written work he had completed.
Fortunately, Luke was right-handed so the weakness on his left side did
not affect his writing, but it did sometimes make him move awkwardly and
caused some discomfort. Jake, who shared several of Luke's classes, also
brought back notes and other worksheets so that his boyfriend could keep
up to date. Finally, the day arrived when Luke was deemed fit enough to
return to school. Jake and Luke's dad drove with him to the entrance and
the teenager limped into the schoolyard with the aid of a stick and was
greeted by a host of friends and well-wishers as he made his way inside.
It was decided that, to start with, the teenager should only attend for
half a day and go home at lunchtime, a taxi coming to drive him back.
Nevertheless, Luke regarded this as an important step towards normality.
Some days, however, when he had been at school and then attended a
physiotherapy session, Luke was completely wiped out and had hardly the
strength to eat his dinner.

One source of disappointment and frustration was that the weakness of his
left side made the possibility of returning to the same level of swimming
capability as he had previously enjoyed a distant prospect. He expressed
this frustration to his therapist, who undertook to investigate what
options he might have. A few days later, Rosie, the chief
physiotherapist, came in and said with a smile,

`Luke, I've got some news. I've spoken to you old swimming coach,
Brian, and he says that he is willing to offer you a solo training
session to assess your needs and ability. He suggests next week. How does
that sound?'

Luke let out a sigh of relief and grinned back,

`Thanks, Rosie, that's ... awesome.'

Jake and his mum were the first people Luke told when he got back from
the therapy session, and they were both delighted. However, Molly urged
caution,

`Don't get too overoptimistic. It is, after all, only an assessment and
you need to be careful and take things steadily. Don't rush it; if Brian
thinks there's a chance, I'm sure he'll tell you so and advise you on
the next steps. Furthermore, your dad and I don't want you neglecting
your exam work, there'll be time for swimming once they are over.'

Luke knew that his mum was right, and her words were backed up by Jake,

`I want you back fit and well, not knackered by overdoing it. All being
well after the exams, we can still go on the big trip we've been
planning. I know that Ahmad, Mike, and Sam are still keen.'

Before his collapse, the little group of teenagers had been planning to
spend a couple of weeks touring Western Europe. Sam would fly out to join
them for the last week but would have to get back to his work while they
spent a couple more days on vacation. The teenagers wanted to return home
in time to get their exam results in the middle of August. The plan was
to take the train to France and then on to Italy where they would explore
some of the cities and museums and `get some culture' before working
their way back to the Mediterranean coast for some lounging on the beach.
The plans were well advanced and provisional bookings had been made for
Rail passes and hostels before Luke fell ill. Initially, it had looked as
if the teenager would have to miss out, however, he was determined not
only to go on the trip but also not to be a burden on the others. This
meant that he would need to be able to look after himself and walk on his
own, albeit with a stick and not require more than the minimum of
assistance. It was for this reason that Luke had agreed not to push
himself too much regarding his swimming but concentrate on other aspects
of his recovery. Always keen to have a goal in his sights, this was one
target that the teenager was confident he could achieve.

Looming over most of the teenagers was the imminence of the exams which
would determine what university they would attend. The school had
discussed Luke's needs with the Examination Board, and they had agreed
certain concessions during the exam itself and would consider his medical
situation when determining his final grade. As far as the teenager was
concerned the exams had gone as well as he could have hoped and, although
tired by the time they finished, he was pleased with his performance.
Jake shared his optimism having gained in confidence thanks mainly to
Luke's support and he was pleased to have been able to return the favour
to his boyfriend when he needed it most.

Several of the students decided that they wanted to celebrate after they
had finished their last exam. A group made their way to the local pub and
Luke and Jake tagged along with them. Neither of the pair drank alcohol
but were happy to join in with the celebrations, although Luke began to
tire after only a short time. Jake had agreed with his mom that she would
pick them both up once they were ready to return so that they would be
ready for the barbeque the American's parents had prepared to celebrate
the end of the exams. Luke's parents, along with those of Ahmad and Mike
had also been asked to come around and join in. In the early evening,
Luke, who had slept for a couple of hours when he got home, was the first
to arrive with his parents, and sat down in the shade awaiting the rest
of the other guests. Jake was assisting his dad with the preparations but
as soon as his younger brother, Ethan, had seen Luke, the youngster had
made a beeline for the British teenager.

`It's great to see ya, again!! I've missed ya'll! Are you better?'

`Getting there, little buddy, getting there.'

`I'm glad, but not as glad as Jake. He's been kinda mopey since you
got ill. I hope he'll cheer up now you're getting better.'

The arrival of more guests interrupted the conversation and Ethan skipped
off to meet them, leaving Luke to sit quietly on his own enwrapped in his
own thoughts. Once everyone was present, the food was served, and Luke
managed to limp towards the grill and collect a plate of food but had
some difficulty balancing the plate and his stick and Ahmad offered to
carry the food to the table the teenagers had commandeered for their
personal use. While the youthful group ate their food, there was a lot of
good-natured banter and Luke found that he was not only enjoying himself
but also joining in just as he did before he got ill. To an extent, he
felt that he was getting ever closer to a normal life. Eventually, the
conversation turned to the proposed summer trip, and everyone was
expressing conflicting views on what they wanted to do first and where
they would start their tour. In the end, it was agreed that they would
discuss each set of proposals in turn and decide democratically which
ones they would do. They began the debate but were interrupted by Robert
and Molly who asked if they could have a word. The group agreed and
Luke's dad told them that he and his wife were concerned that the trip
could be too much for him and that he might become a burden on the others
if he couldn't keep up. He suggested that instead of doing the whole
trip, Luke could join them for the beach holiday part. Although he could
see the point his parents were making and he agreed that he did not want
to hold up the others' progress, Luke still believed he could complete
the whole trip. Jake agreed with his boyfriend and said that he would be
more than happy to make himself responsible for looking after Luke during
the time they were away. The rest of the group indicated that they agreed
with the American and would also be willing to help if needed because
they would not want to go without Luke coming too. Having heard the
discussion and recognising the level of support that would be available
to their son, Luke's parents indicated that they would no longer object
to him going and thanked the rest of his friends for their understanding.

The news that his holiday with his friends would go ahead was not the
only good thing that happened to Luke that evening. Whatever the cause,
as he was sitting close to Jake, the British teenager felt his cock begin
to spring into life for the first time since his collapse. Quietly and
without giving away what he was feeling, Luke took hold of his
boyfriend's hand and discretely placed it firmly against the bulge of
his jeans. The American could obviously feel the fact that the cock
beneath was hardening, and his eyes widened with delight, and he let out
a sigh of pleasure as he grinned at Luke, who responded with a slight nod
of his head. As Jake kept his fingers firmly around the tumescence, he
whispered,

`I was beginning to think I'd never feel you this hard ever again. I
can't wait to try it out for real!'

`I thought much the same, but I guess I'm ready now and, as for trying
it, perhaps you'd like to stay at mine tonight?'

`You don't know how pleased I would be to accept your invitation!!
I'll let my parents know and, as soon as you are ready, we can head on
over.'

Luke did not want to break up the party but, on the other hand, he had
been waiting some time for the moment that his cock began to show signs
of life and he couldn't wait to see how well he could perform. Without
saying anything too much, the horny British teen stood up and announced
that he thought it was time for him to go home as he was feeling tired,
and that Jake was going to see he got there in one piece. The other
members of the group nodded, knowingly, and Mike gave his best friend a
conspiratorial wink and leaned across to Jake and whispered,

`Don't wear him out or kill him!'

Jake winked and nodded and then he and Luke went in search of the
American teenager's parents. Luke thanked his hosts for a great party
but said that it had been a long day, and he was getting tired, and that
he hoped it would be OK if Jake saw him home and stayed the night. As
this was not unusual, permission was granted, and the pair left with Jake
walking slowly beside his limping boyfriend as they made their way back
towards Luke's house.

When they arrived at the British teen's home, Luke and Jake wasted
little time in getting into the bedroom, and, moments later, the pair
were naked and tumbling onto the bed. Knowing that his boyfriend was
likely to find some positions difficult to maintain, Jake took charge and
started by arranging the pair of them in the `69' position with Luke on
his back and himself kneeling above him. Greedily, the American used his
lips and tongue to roll back Luke's foreskin and slide his mouth down
the fast-hardening shaft. Luke moaned with pleasure as he felt the wet
tongue and lips engulfing his cock for the first time in many weeks and
reached up to draw the American's dick into his waiting mouth. The pair
slurped and sucked on each other's rampant hard-ons for several minutes,
but Jake suddenly stopped and asked,

`Are you OK? I don't want to tire you and we can stop whenever you say.
I do want us both to cum, but I'm just soo happy that you've got your
drive back.'

`Don't worry, Jake. I've dreamed of this moment for long enough and I
want us to do whatever we want to make sure that we reach a mutually
satisfying climax. I've still got some energy in reserve, and I want us
both to cum as much as you do.'

Jake moved position, leaned over and kissed Luke passionately before
manoeuvring himself so that he could lower his waiting hole onto Luke's
still rampant cock. As he felt the tip of his cock enter Jake, Luke gave
out a loud sigh of pleasure and relief and slowly felt himself being
swallowed into his boyfriend's love channel. When they were both
comfortable the horny American began to slide up and down on Luke's cock
gradually riding it with increasing pace and sighing with pleasure each
time he felt his prostate being teased by the cock inside him. Luke was
gasping for breath and moaned,

`I can't hold out much longer. I'm ... cumming ... oh ... fuck ...
yeah!!!!!'

Jake tightened his arse muscles and enjoyed the feeling of his lover's
cock throbbing deep inside his bowels. Luke felt that the torrent he was
unleashing would never end and groaned with pleasure as his balls finally
emptied. Jake was wanking his cock and sighing with pleasure, but Luke
asked him to stop and turn around so that he could suck him off. The
American knelt over the British teen who lovingly licked the circumcised
head that was covered in slick pre-cum before swallowing the full length
into his throat. Jake began to shake and moan,

`Oh yeah!! Suck my prick ... make me shoot my spunk into your throat!!
I'm gonna ... cummmmmmm!!!'

As soon as his piss-slit widened, Jake pulled his cock back slightly so
that his spunk splattered onto the British teens lapping tongue and the
roof of his mouth before sliding down his throat. Jake continued to shoot
his ball juice into his boyfriend's welcoming throat until the last
dribble had landed on Luke's tongue and then, slowly he withdrew and
flopped down by the British teenager's side.

Luke, who had recovered first from his orgasm, tried to lean in to kiss
his lover but found that it was too difficult, but he did somehow manage
to find a position in which their lips could meet. They kissed
passionately for several moments before Luke broke off and said,

`I love you, Jake!! You'll never know how much I've looked forward to
being able to do what we've just enjoyed again!! Thank you, you have
been the best friend I've ever had, and I will love you always!!!'

Jake had recovered sufficiently to respond and said,

`I love you too, Luke and I feel the same way! I've longed for the
moment we've just had together, and I look forward to many, many more!!
You are the kindliest, bravest, and most beautiful person I've ever met!
I, too, will always love you!!'

Jake was about to say more but, when he looked across at his boyfriend,
Luke had already fallen asleep. The American teenager snuggled in close
and wrapped his arms tightly around his British boyfriend and very soon
afterwards he also fell asleep.

Unusually, it was Jake that awoke first the following morning, and he
slid out of the bed and made his way to the shower. He was standing under
the warm spray when Luke hobbled in and stood next to him, and they
showered contentedly together soaping each other and touching intimately
before getting dressed and going into the kitchen for breakfast.

Molly was already cooking, and the kitchen was filled with the wonderful
aroma of a classic full English breakfast with eggs, bacon, beans,
sausages, mushrooms, and fried bread. This was a diet that Luke would
have baulked at when he was training for swimming, but the need to build
up strength trumped such qualms, at least for the moment. Jake was also a
hearty eater, and the two teenagers consumed the food with vigour. As
soon as the boys had moved on to tackle the mountain of toast that had
been prepared, Molly said,

`You had better not eat too much, Luke, because Brian telephoned to say
that he wondered if you'd like to come to the leisure centre this
afternoon. He said he had agreed with your physios that he would assess
how close you were to being able to swim again safely.'

If getting his sex-life back on track had been the highlight of the last
couple of days for Luke, the news about the swimming ran it a close
second.

After a leisurely morning hanging out with Jake, Luke decided to change
into his swimming shorts at home and it felt quite strange to be wearing
them as it had been several months since he had last been in the pool.
His mum drove him and Jake to the leisure centre and announced that they
would wait and take him home. Brian was at the door to the pool to
welcome the former star and gave Luke a big hug and said,

`OK, Luke. Let's get you into the pool and see what sort of problems
you are going to face and how we might fix them.'

The coach held the teenager steady and watched as he dived into the pool.
In the past, one of the secrets of Luke's success had been the fact that
his starting dive often took him beyond halfway down the first lap, which
meant he had saved sufficient energy to fuel his final sprint towards the
finish. Today, however, the dive was ragged and, although he stayed under
the water for some moments, he had drifted at an angle rather than the
arrow straight progress he had previously executed. When he surfaced,
Luke found that the weakness in his left side greatly inhibited his
ability to swim smoothly and in a straight line. The strain on his
`good' side was tiring and his attempt at a tumble turn was shockingly
bad. Brian came over to the side of the pool and jumped into the water
beside the clearly upset teenager. Luke looked distraught as he sniffled,

`It's so hard. I'm never going to do it right. If I can't swim well,
I don't want to swim at all!'

Brian took hold of Luke by the shoulders and said, sharply,

`Look, Luke, you need to stop this self-pitying attitude. I don't know
what you expected this first time. I knew it was going to be hard, but
you have always been tough and hard-working and that is why I agreed to
take you on and coach you again. Of course, it will be difficult, and it
may take some time, but I know you can face up to the ups and downs and I
also know that you have the personal resilience to win through. So,
let's do it again.'

They tried a few more times but there seemed, at least as far as Luke was
concerned, to be no noticeable improvement and he began to lose heart.
Noticing this, Brian brought the session to an end and, after helping the
teenager out of the pool, asked if he needed any help getting dressed,
but Luke shook his head.

For several moments after he reached the changing room, the despondent
teenager sat on one of the benches and cried, his shoulders were shaking,
and large salty tears ran down his cheeks. Eventually, he managed to limp
into the shower and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water washing over
him. Luke managed to dry himself off and get dressed. He had chosen
carefully and had brought a pair of elasticated shorts, a sleeveless
T-shirt and slip on shoes. By the time he had finished dressing, Jake and
Molly were in the leisure centre foyer waiting for him. He limped over to
where they were standing with Brian who was obviously giving the waiting
pair an account of the training session he and Luke had just finished.
The coach's words were ones of encouragement and reassurance, but the
limping teen remained unconvinced. Nevertheless, after giving his mother
a reassuring smile, Luke agreed to continue with the training, not least
because it reinforced the physiotherapy he was already receiving.

When they got home, Jake and Luke sent straight to the British teen's
room and shut the door.

`OK, Luke, how did it really go?'

Tears welled up in Luke's eyes and he sniffled as he replied,

`It was awful, worse than I could have imagined. I couldn't swim in a
straight line. My useless fucking arm and leg weighed me down, but I
won't give up! I mean to be fit in time for the holiday we planned
before all this happened.'

`Are you sure you're well enough to go? After all, it is only ten days
away.'

`Yes, Jake. I'm determined to be fit and to go as we planned. We can't
delay it because we need to be back for our exam results.'

Mike, Ahmad, Luke, and Jake had planned a trip to Europe which would
involve visiting Paris and Rome before spending a week at the beach
getting a tan and preparing for the outcome of their exams. Mike's
boyfriend, Sam, would join them for that part of the holiday. They had
devised a detailed timetable, bought rail passes and pre-booked some
hostels and camping sites so that everything would be ready. As soon as
the final school-leaving formalities had been completed, the four
teenagers would be free to travel. Initially, after he was debilitated by
the sudden illness, it looked as though Luke would not be able to go but
he steadfastly refused to allow the others to cancel the trip, setting
himself the goal of being able to take part.

The date for their departure was looming larger and Luke's parents
remained anxious about him going and even more concerned that he would
prevent the others from enjoying themselves. For his part, Luke was
determined that that should not happen. Thus, in the intervening days, he
pushed himself as hard as he could to ensure that he was as fit as he
could be under the circumstances. To his delight his swimming showed some
signs of improvement and, although he still walked with a limp and needed
a stick, he felt he was making progress in that direction as well.

At the school leavers assembly, Luke was the last student to appear, and
he walked hesitantly onto the stage with the aid of his stick. He managed
to shake hands with the headteacher, who not only wished him well but
also added a few words of encouragement, congratulations, and thanks for
his past achievements. Luke thanked Mr Andrews before he walked off the
stage without limping too badly. Jake, who had preceded him, was waiting
for his boyfriend when he emerged from the side of the stage and the
American took a firm hold of his lover as they walked together back to
their seats, receiving a generous round of applause from their classmates
and the assembled parents and friends.

As they sat down, Jake squeezed Luke's hand and whispered,

`You did it!! You fucking nailed it!! Awesome!!!'

Luke grinned and nodded but did not feel ready to share with his
boyfriend the supreme effort of will that it had required or how
exhausting he had found it.

Before the assembly broke up, Mr Edwards gave a short address in which he
complimented all the students on their performances over their years at
the school. He pointed out that some of those present had succeeded in
various activities as well as academically. He made a special mention of
Luke Townsend not just because he had gained a place in the Team GB
Swimming squad but also because of the way he had coped with adversity
after his collapse. These words were greeted with prolonged applause and
cheering, which caused the teenager to blush with embarrassment. After
the noise had died down, the head finished his speech by saying that he
hoped all the school leavers would all go on to lead successful and
fulfilling lives, always remembering the grounding they had each received
at the school.

As the assembly broke up, several of Luke's friends and teachers
approached him and shook his hand, wishing him all the best. Always one
to avoid the spotlight if he possible could, Luke tried to escape but his
weakness made moving fast an impossibility. Jake tried to help by
supporting his boyfriend and guiding him away from the crowd and towards
the school gates where Molly was waiting to drive them home.

During the journey, Luke stared stony-faced in the passenger seat and
refused to engage with either his mum or Jake. As soon as the car came to
a stop, the teenager got out of the car and went straight to his room,
slamming the door firmly closed. Molly exchanged a look with Jake who
appeared to be as upset and bewildered as she was.

`What was all that about?', Molly asked.

`I have no idea. He was fine until Mr Edwards gave his talk and then he
couldn't get away quick enough. Do you think I should try to talk to
him?'

Molly nodded in agreement and the teenage American went to Luke's door
and knocked gently. In response, Luke shouted angrily,

`Whichever one of you it is, go away!! I don't want to see or talk to
anyone right no. Just ... leave ... me ... ALONE!'

This was the first time in their relationship that Jake had failed to get
through to his boyfriend and he was taken aback by the vehemence of
Luke's response. The young American retreated to the kitchen and shook
his head at Molly, trying hard to show just how upset he was feeling.
Molly gave Jake a hug and said, quietly,

`Perhaps it would be best if you went home. I'll leave him there for a
short while and then try to coax him out. He sometimes behaved like this
when he was much younger and things weren't going his way, but he
hasn't done it in such a long time. I'm beginning to think the illness,
the training and the holiday are just getting too much for him.'

Jake could not really think of much to say in response but tried,

`You are probably right. Maybe if he has a rest today, he'll feel
better tomorrow. Please call me and let me know how he's doing and if
there is anything I can do.'

Having received this reassurance, the American teenager left and returned
home where he poured out his heart to his mom.

Sometime after Jake left, Luke finally emerged from his room and asked
his mum to drive him to his physiotherapy and swimming sessions. When
Molly hesitated, he angrily responded,

`Well, if you won't take me, I'll go by taxi!!'

Anxious not to upset her son further, Molly took the teenager to his
appointments but managed to speak privately with both Rosie and Brian to
update them on Luke's mood.

To everyone's surprise, the physiotherapy session went extremely well,
and the teenager made a big effort to show how much he was able to do;
similarly, in the pool, Luke had his best session to date, swimming more
strongly than ever since his illness. It was only in the changing room
that he felt the effects of all his efforts. Every part of his body ached
from the effort he had put in and strain he had put it under. It took him
longer than usual to get dressed but he went as fast as he could so that
the others would not suspect how hard he was finding it. Unwilling to let
his mum know how sore he felt, Luke used his last ounce of strength to
cross the foyer, smile at his coach and limp out to the car park.

When they got home, Luke followed his mum into the kitchen and stood
awkwardly as he considered the exact words he wanted to say,

`I'm sorry, mum. I behaved like a real idiot earlier. I think it was
the fact that everything is so frustratingly slow in healing, and I was
embarrassed by what Mr Edwards said. I took it out on you, and I
shouldn't have done so. I love you and I really am so sorry.'

Molly came close and hugged her son tightly and said quietly,

`Thank you, Luke. I love you too and want what's best for you, always.
However, I'm not the only one who deserves an apology. Jake was deeply
upset when you shut him out. He was almost in tears when he left but he
still asked me to let him know how you were. I think you should call him
and tell him how sorry you are and make up with him as soon as
possible.'

Luke nodded and said, as he left to go to his room,

`I will, mum. Thanks for being so ... so ... mum-like.'

Back in his room, Luke called Jake,

`I'm calling to say sorry for what I did and said this morning, I was
so frustrated and upset and I'm afraid you and mum were just in the
firing line, you, especially. It's just that it was so fucking
embarrassing for me having to limp onto the stage, listen to the remarks
from Edwards and endure the clapping and cheering. I hated it. I didn't
want it and then, to make matters worse, I needed to be helped to get to
the gate, I couldn't walk a few yards without you holding me steady. I
did appreciate the help you were giving, but it only emphasised how
lacking in independence I really am. Nevertheless, thanks for what you
did, and I am truly sorry for behaving the way I was. Please forgive
me.'

Jake did not reply for several seconds,

`Of course, I forgive you, I love you. I understand how you must have
felt but you have done so much for me over the last year I couldn't help
but do what I did and, if necessary, I'd do it again.'

`I know you would, but please understand that I would rather you
didn't. I need to learn to stand on my own feet and only attempt
whatever I know can successfully achieve. I think you need to talk to
Mike and Ahmad about the holiday, I don't want to drag you guys back. If
you say you don't want me to come, I'll willingly drop out.'

`What? And have you throwing another hissy fit. No way, man. You are
going even if I have to carry you on my back around Europe!'

"That's precisely what I don't want, but thanks anyway. Promise me
you'll speak to the other two, please.'

`OK, I'll talk to them tonight, but I already know what they'll say.
They love you so much but nowhere near as much as I do!!'

`I feel the same way and love you even more than you love me!!'

`That's not possible. Bye.'

After he ended the call, Luke sighed and lay down on his bed in the
foetal position and drifted off to sleep.

To be continued?

I hope you liked this story. If you would like to hear about the
continuing adventures of Luke, Mike, and Jake and their partners, please
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