Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2024 13:38:19 -0700 From: Boy Mercury X Subject: All In Good Time 2, Eden This story is a fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between men who are closely related. It is intended for adults only. This story is in no way an endorsement of such relationships in real life, and this author adamantly rejects any justifications for such relationships or activities in real life. Copyright, Boy Mercury X, 2024. Nifty is a free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please give generously at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find me on Twitter @TheMercuryJones, or email me at boymercuryx@gmail.com. I'd love to hear from you. ALL IN GOOD TIME, PART TWO: EDEN 1. Ryan watched the passing landscape on his bus ride to Eden Washington, where his daddy had sent him. It was one of a stretch of rural towns along the coastal area, he told the boy, named for biblical locations. Ryan didn't know much of the bible. He did know his ass was still sore from last night's rough fuck. He didn't mind though, because it was probably the last ass fucking he'd get from his daddy, and if it ached forever and always that would be okay with him. His daddy, Jim Proctor, had sent him away because, he said, maintaining the boy had got to be too much trouble, that maintenance being his meals and the boy's insatiable desire for his cock. Not that Jim would have minded the latter, in other circumstances. He and the boy were a match in that regard. But he was trying to breed himself a family, with his mail order bride and her mail order sisters, as she called them. In a battle between head, heart and hard on, this time the hard on lost. Ryan was met at the bus stop by a big man who Ryan took to be the man his daddy had arranged to take him, Luke. He had a farm, Jim said, and needed a boy like Ryan for farm work, odd jobs and such. Ryan wasn't much qualified for any work but taking dick, looking pretty and building muscle, but he was strong and obedient. "Your body is a machine for inspiring lust and relieving lust," Jim told him. Luke was taller than Jim, who said he stood six feet tall, but built even bigger than Ryan in the shoulders and chest. He had a thick belly, which he carried like a real man, not a sagging squishy type Jim would have scorned. Nicely for Ryan, he had ginger hair similar to Jim's but close cropped, and a ginger beard that was more grown in than Jim's. It made him seem familiar. He identified himself to Ryan, eyed him up and down, and without more to say had the boy climb into the back of his pickup truck, for the ride back to his farm. He wasn't friendly, but he didn't say anything mean. Maybe that was normal for men, of whom Ryan knew precious few, other than his daddy. He'd had a man teacher at school once, but Jim said school wasn't for him, so that didn't last. And Jim mocked the teacher behind his back. Said he was a queer, and soft as pudding, and not good looking, which was his tragedy in life. Normal men who get with other men like them good looking, either pretty like a girl, or handsome and fit like Ryan. At the farm they drove by Luke's house, which was so big that four or so of Jim's house could fit in it at least. Then Luke pulled up the a barn, about a quarter mile away. It was in good shape, clean and so big Luke had split it up into sections. There was one area with a lot of gym equipment, weights which Ryan knew, but new looking, and a treadmill and what he took to be a rowing machine. In another section there was a sink and a refrigerator and a storage freezer. And in one corner was a mattress. In the barn, Luke had more to say. "Your daddy says you're a good boy. Strong and obedient. If that's so, stay that way. Barn's where you stay, so keep it clean. There's your bed, and there's a shit and piss bucket over in that corner for you. I'll bring food by when we do the livestock, which'll go in that fridge there. That's for you. That's the gym I set up for my boys there. Mine's in the house. Go ahead and use it, but keep it clean and tidy like you see it now. I don't need any stink on it when the boys are home." Ryan took this all in. "You look like you know your way around weights. Let's see." He indicated with a circular motion of his finger that Ryan should turn around. The boy stripped off his shirt and then pants, to show how he looked, in just his briefs that were hand-me-downs from his daddy, Jim. The boy was way better shaped than Luke had a right to expect. Muscular, like a beginning bodybuilder, but with promise. Luke could take care of that. His skin was smooth and white as eggshells, with soft looking nips, the same rose color as his pretty lips. Handsome too, masculine but still boyish, with thick dark hair and gray eyes, like his mama, whom Luke had met once. "You'll do," Luke said. "So I'm your new daddy now, not meaning to call me that - I'm Sir to you is all. And not meaning I'll dote on you like him, cause I won't. But like you'll do as I say. That's what he'd want." "Two thirds of your weekly pay goes to your daddy, one third's for you. After room and board and your necessities, and your daddy's cut, that'll be $20 a week. I'll hold onto it for you. You won't be needing any spending money here on the farm. " Ryan didn't know he'd be getting wages, much less that his daddy would be getting his proper share of it. But it was comforting for Ryan to hear. He was glad Luke wanted to be called Sir, but because he didn't want to call anyone else but Jim his daddy. And it pleased him to think that when he obeyed Luke or made him happy, he'd by extension be doing the same for Jim. Luke left Ryan on his own, to get to know the place, and said he'd see him in the morning. 2. Ryan was surprised when Luke came back that night. He had a little plastic bag in his hand, and a stern face, and he didn't talk this time. But he did pull his overshirt off, and just like he seemed clothed, he had big shoulders and muscular man tits with quarter sized nipples, and a belly, all covered in rough ginger fur that spread onto his shoulders. He crawled onto Ryan's mattress on his knees, where the boy lay on side, the twin moons of his rear even paler than the rest of him. He reached into his plastic bag and pulled out something white that looked like a snowball. Then he put that down between Ryan's butt cheeks and rubbed it onto his hole, and Ryan could tell it was smooth and cold. Luke pushed, and it went straight up into Ryan, and made him shudder and shiver. That was something new for Ryan, but it felt good, and Luke's fingers were strong and big, which felt good too. Sir, what's that, Ryan asked, feeling the cold moving up deeper into him. Frozen Crisco ball was what Luke told him. He didn't need too much of anything like that, he told Luke, having been spit-lube trained as he was. "This'll be bigger than you're used to," Luke said, unbuckling his big leather belt. He undid his jeans and dropped them so his cock could drop free, and then rise of its own accord, like giants up from the earth in olden times. It was the biggest dick Ryan had seen, which was only the third counting his own. But still, Jim told him that both of theirs were bigger than average, and Luke had them both beat. It wasn't even full hard yet. Luke seized the boy's ankles and flipped him full onto his belly, and then crawled on his back, jeans still around his ankles. This wouldn't take long, the older man surmised. He'd gone for some time without, and the boy's ass looked like a good place to unload. Ryan gasped as the head and the first fourth or so of the big cock entered him. It was fatter than Jim's and longer, and he writhed his slim hips to find the right position to take it, if there was one. "Jesus fuck," the older man roared, gasping at how the boy's hole and insides struggled to accommodate his member, following in the slick path set by the melting lube ball. It occurred to him the boy's bowel resisting might feel better in its own way than accepting. By the time it was all the way in, Ryan was breathing hard and twisting his hips around to find a way to take it all. But before he could, Luke pulled back and then pushed forward again, fast and hard. He rode the boy in fast thrusts, to make it clear how he liked it, right from the start. And he figured it must not be too bad because the boy's gasp and whimpers weren't screams. And true to expectations, Luke shot his load up into Ryan sooner than he'd have liked. He was breathing hard and dropped his full weight on the boy, which Ryan liked. He asked Luke to keep the cock in him, because it felt better as it softened and shrank, so he gave a few more thrusts to help the boy cum. Jim always said his dick was made just perfect to tap Ryan's ass clit, but Luke's punched it. Luke got out of him, rose to his feet, and although disgusted by the mess on his cock shoved the heft of it back into his jeans. Ryan noticed he didn't even ask him to clean off his dick with his mouth, like Jim might have done. "Sorry to rearrange your guts," Luke said, and by sorry he meant glad. "They'll adjust." On his way out, Luke added, "Tomorrow we'll work on blow jobs." Ryan used the shit bucket when it was time, and tried to clean off as good as he could. He didn't know if Luke would come back again that night. 3. Luke had a prosperous farm, unlike Jim who had only a scrubby patch of land. He'd done well for himself, though the money making business was not near the house or the barn. They kept that looking nice for anyone who might see it. He had a wife, Lena, and three boys, the youngest about Ryan's age. They all were in college, and said they would not toil away on a goddamn farm when they were done. You see what college does to a boy's head. Lena was a good wife in most ways. Industrious and pretty, but small. She was so tiny that when Luke married her, his brothers made lewd comments about how he'd never fit in her. Luke scoffed at them, but in the long run they were right, because she finally told him enough was enough, and she couldn't take that dick of his anymore. She had health problems. A woman's vagina can accommodate a whole human baby, he argued when she cut him off. *But not every night,* was her reply. And it was his giant babies that almost wrecked her to begin with, more than his giant dick, especially the last one, causing her health problems. Though the last one was years ago, she wouldn't risk getting another baby of his in her again, and she didn't trust any man made birth control was proof against that sperm of his. Luke was forced to acknowledge she'd done her job, so he couldn't turn her out. But he was only just past 40 years old, and too young to be done with fucking. And to make matters worse, his lifelong habit of weightlifting and fitness left him healthy and vigorous, unlike some other men his age. He considered taking up with whores, but they struck him as dirty and unhealthy. The thought of their venereal diseases repulsed him, and it didn't seem right to pay for sex. It occurred to him if he got himself a cocksucker to keep around, a young strong one, but legal aged, he could kill two birds with one stone. A good cocksucker will do things a woman won't, neither whore nor wife. But also a fit boy could help out around the farm. And all for a fraction of what he'd have spent on whores, and paying for farmwork was not undignified like paying for fucking. The first morning after he rough fucked the boy's ass Luke brought him supplies. There was a mixing bowl filled with hard boiled eggs and a box of protein drinks. He gave him a toothbrush and toothpaste, nail clippers, a comb, and a big bottle of fiber pills too, of which he told the boy how many to eat each day, to keep his shitter in good working order. Ryan said his shitter worked pretty good, but Luke just said take them anyways. It was all a bit of an outlay, but if he was going to keep his own cocksucker on the farm he'd want to keep him pleasing to the eye. Ryan hungrily ate his breakfast, and he asked what kind of chicken laid eggs with no shells, and Luke told him they were shelled by machine. Lukes's main business was chickens and eggs, and that's what they kept out of sight from the house and barn, because chicken farming is an ugly business. What Ryan took to be their farmland was more of a hobby. Luke got into Ryan's mattress, to let the boy play with his dick, to familiarize himself with it, and to try sucking it. He liked how he could wrap both hands around the length of it and lick and suck the head, making Luke ooze precum. And he was glad to stretch his mouth wide to see how much of that monster he could get in there. Ryan tried to suck the whole thing, but that seemed impossible, so he did as much as he could, bobbing his head up and down, turning it from side to side and using the flat of tongue to tease it. Luke helped the boy by shoving his head down to swallow more when he couldn't do it himself. He gagged and snorted, and his throat mucoused up, which was a good lube. Luke said he was a good boy, and shoved his cock deeper into Ryan's throat. Every time Ryan thought he'd done all he could, Luke would shove another half inch saying to open that mouth, get it in his throat. By lunch time he'd gotten Ryan's lips down to the pubes at the base of the monster cock, and when Ryan's head sprung up and he gasped for air his eyes were bloodshot and there was snot coming out his nose. Luke brought Ryan's head back down so he could pump into it, not as hard as he did the boy's ass the night before, it being only his first day. And when Luke groaned and his hard cock swelled even more, the cum ran up from his balls into Ryan's throat. The boy croaked and his body buckled, but Luke helped keep his head locked where it was. And when he swallowed, his throat opened and closed around Luke's dick head, that was paradise. Ryan nursed on the spent dick to get any last jizz, and Luke ran his rough hands over the boy's body. He was way more fit and clean looking than Luke expected out of a cocksucker. Easy on the eyes. He was built, a little like Luke had been at that age, but shorter, and his skin was so smooth and soft, barely a freckle or birthmark on it. He'd planned to let the boy hose off with a horse brush, but instead decided he'd set up a shower in the corner, and get some soaps like Lena used, to keep him soft and smooth like this. "That was a good first try," Luke said. "You'll get better, with time." 4. It was the fall, so there was plenty of farm work to be done. Picking, digging, hoeing, weeding. Even on a hobby farm, the work was hard. Just stay clear of Lena, Luke told the boy. You see her or hear her, you make yourself scarce. And don't ever talk to her or look her in the face, if you get caught. You're just a cocksucker, and not suitable to trouble her. That was okay with Ryan. He didn't much know what to say to a woman anyway. The farm work left him so tired he sometimes crawled into his mattress with barely enough energy to exercise. But Luke was sure to prod him to do that too. Boys never knew what they were capable of, without encouragement. And there was fucking and sucking to to tend to as well. Luke kept working Ryan's holes, and just like he said they would, Ryan's guts did rearrange, little by little, till he could take the full length and girth without squirming or trying to get out from under Luke. He was glad to please Luke, and liked their time together. Luke did have some ideas that were different than Jim's. He liked to have his man tits sucked, and while they were to fondle his own balls. He liked getting Ryan's face in his bushy armpits, and Ryan licked so much of Luke's body that some days his tongue had a rough sandpaper feel. Then one day Luke got on his back, hiked up his legs to expose his furry ass, and the pucker buried in it, and told Ryan to tongue his shitter. Ryan had not seen much of another man's ass, much less touched one. But he licked it, which made Luke tremble, so he licked it more, and spread the cheeks to plunge his own tongue into it. It tasted a little bitter. He kept it up while Luke jerked his own massive cock until he was ready, and then he spun around to face fuck the boy. So Ryan figured Luke liked to have a tongue up in his shitter, but not to cum from it. Ryan was glad to serve the man acting as his new daddy so well, and it made him feel good to learn even more things that he hoped he could do with Jim if he ever got back home. 5. The thing about Luke's chicken business being out of sight was that sometimes the wind blew the wrong way. When that happened there was a stench so bad that Ryan gagged and thought he'd vomit. Luke changed with the wind too. Some days he was near as nice as Ryan's daddy. He'd drop by with Luke's dinner, and while he got blown he'd talk about some interest of his, while he decided whether he'd want to fuck the boy's rear or throat that night. Ryan didn't always understand Luke's interests, but it was nice to hear his rough voice while working his big dick, and just to be talked to. Those were good days. Other days not so much. Luke gave Ryan instruction in his work outs, showing him how to work every muscle harder. Ryan was an apt and able student and that was nice. His form improved and his muscles grew even bigger. "My daddy told me not to get too swole," Ryan said one day, on his back on the weight, ready for some barbell work. "Well your daddy ain't here, is he?" Luke replied, sliding more weights on. It looked like a lot, but Luke said he'd spot the boy, so when his muscles got fatigued Luke would assist with the last lift. But what he really meant was when Ryan couldn't lift anymore, Luke would push down a little, adding some of his own weight, his furry balls hanging in Ryan's face. Sometimes he'd leash the boy to the treadmill with a dog collar, to run barefoot, so he could see all that muscle, and the bouncing tits and dick and ass. The leash, he said, was to help Ryan not quit. He'd set the time, and then keep turning up the speed till Ryan could barely keep afoot. Luke had a tricky tongue, the boy realized. His daddy, Jim, never lied to him. But with Luke, sometimes even when he said a true thing, some words meant the opposite. So when he'd say *Don't trip - I'd hate to see you strangle that way* it meant he'd like to see it if it happened. When Luke finally hit the red stop button, Ryan's legs would go out and he'd slide down, his head held up by just the leash that tethered him, and his heart felt like it would explode in his chest. Even when everything seemed good, it was easy to make a mistake, like the day Ryan asked if Luke ever fooled with his own boys like they did together.. "What'd you say?" Luke asked. His face looked hard. He gave Ryan a crack across the face that knocked the boy to the ground. Luke picked him up and put him against the wall, eye to eye with Luke, which left his feet dangling. Luke wrapped his big hands around Ryan's neck and choked him, and as the boy blacked out his pink lips went lilac. When Ryan came to, he was lying on the weight bench, and Luke was stripping his clothes off. His face was red and hard and so was his cock. Ryan didn't know how it could have been bigger and harder than normal, but it was. You think I'd fuck my own boys, Luke asked. Ryan didn't see why not. When Luke was done with him and his mouth and ass, he asked again, *you think I'd do that to my own boys?* Ryan said no, he didn't think so, but the truth was he didn't even care any more. After that things got hard on Ryan. 6. Once when Luke was getting his evening blow job, he said "You sure like that dick, don't you?" He liked when Luke was friendly like that, so Ryan said he did, which was true. Luke said Lena had shut him out of her bedroom, and it was a shame too, as she still had eggs in her. That made Ryan laugh, because even he knew eggs came from chickens not women. That made Luke angry, but it gave him an idea. The next night he came for his blow job, and brought Ryan his bowl of eggs, which this time he set beside himself on the mattress, not in the fridge. As the boy sucked on his big cock, Luke asked if he'd ever seen the movie Cool Hand Luke. No sir, he'd ever seen any move at all. Luke scorned him for being so ignorant, but went on. It starred Paiul Newman, Luke said, the prettiest man that ever was. Not pretty like a girl, but like a man. Sort of like how Ryan was built hard with muscle, but was soft at the same time. Luke saw it when he was Ryan's age, or so, and it was a formative experience for him, he said. Luke reached back into the bowl and pulled out one of his frozen Crisco balls, which he hadn't used in some time, due to the mess. But he had this one, and he reached out to slide it right up into Ryan's rear, and gave him a playful slap on the ass. Ryan shuddered as he felt the cold ripple through him, and he guessed that was what ice cream would be like if he ever got to eat some. "That's a good boy," Luke said. Then he reached into the mixing bowl and pulled out a hard boiled egg, peeled as usual. "How many eggs do you think you could take up your cooter?" he asked. Ryan said he didn't know. He'd never tried such a thing. But he figured a lot. Luke reached over to rub the egg against the boy's lubed hole and slid it up into him, easily. "That gelt good," he slurred, his mouth full of Luke's erection. Luke slid in another. And then another. As Luke worked through the contents of the bowl, Ryan gyrated his hips, lifting his rear to take them each. But as the eggs increased, his arousal became discomfort, and it became harder to take more. But Luke kept at it, adding another, and another, teasing his hole with the next. "I think that's all I can take," Ryan groaned, when in truth he was past that point. "Oh I think you can take a little more," Luke said, sliding it in, though it took more force. When he was out of eggs he let the boy stand up. Ryan's belly was distended, but still muscular. He walked funny, and with those muscle tits of his it gave him a pregnant look. Luke told him to arch his back more to make it feel better, which he didn't know it would, but it made the boy look more pregnant and fuckable. Luke ran a hand over the boy's big belly. It was firm, and tight as a drum. *Not so funny now, is it?* thought Luke, and that made his hard on even more stiff. He could hardly wait to fuck the boy now. Luke had Ryan lie on his back, spat on his own cock and tried to slide it into the boy, but it was plain nothing more could fit, and even if it could it wouldn't be comfortable for Luke So he let the boy shit out some of the eggs, straight out into the mixing bowl. It wasn't hard to let them out, but it was hard to stop when Luke said so. When he let enough out, he bent the boy over and teased the hole with the head of his cock, and then entered him. Luke had never felt anything like it before, all the lubed eggs pressed tight around his cock, heated by the boy's body and squirming like something alive. He pulled back and then in again and groaned out loud, and so did Ryan, but from a different feeling altogether. He knew he wouldn't last but a few minutes, so he switched to the position he had most fantasized about. He got down on his back on the mattress, and told the boy to sit on his cock, cowboy style. When he did, their bellies met, the boy's pale and pregnant like, his furry and manly, sandwiching the boy's own erection. The greased eggs made it feel so good in the boy, he tried to take long slow thrusts, until he reached up to hold the big muscle titties, and his cock erupted. Only God knew how there was the space for his load. When his erection finally slipped out, he let the boy shit the eggs out. "Count `em up," Luke said. He'd need to know if one got lost in there. He told the boy if that happened he'd have to call the veterinarian in to get it out, though he knew more likely he'd greased up his hand and go looking for it himself, But with the size of his hands that wouldn't do the boy any favors. The eggs totaled up right, were put back in the mixing bowl, and then into the fridge, for the boy's rations that week. 7. One morning when the days were getting long, Ryan came back from his farm work to find three boys, or men maybe, fooling with the weights in the barn. They were young, maybe like him, but acted older. And they all had a similar look about them, like someone had taken one person and stretched them out three separate ways. And they all had the ginger coloring of Luke. "You're the cocksucker?" one of them asked. Ryan said yes, because he was. The boys laughed, and one of the boys shook his junk at Ryan through his pants, in his hand. "I got some cock for you to suck." He was good looking - they all were - and Ryan said okay, which made another of the boys howl with laughter. Ryan dropped to his knees and pulled down the shorts of the boy who shook his junk at him. A nice big dick flopped out, not all hard yet, but growing, and a good shape with a nice big head. Luke took it in his hand, and engulfed it in his mouth, whole. The boy took in a trembling breath, and his dick began to go full hard, and the other boys watched, looking amazed. Ryan began to work the cock in his mouth, nesting the head in his throat and gulping, to massage it, and pulled out his own erection in his hand. But then the boys heard a sound, and one said they had to go. The boy pulled his dick out of Ryan's mouth, a string of spit hanging, and pulled up his shorts. "You can finish this later," he said. They left fast, and a few minutes later Luke was there. His face looked real hard, and he asked if anyone had been there. Ryan lied and said no, not because he wanted to, but that's how scared he was. Luke told him to get dressed, and together they got in the pickup truck Luke had first brought him to the farm in, but this time he let Luke sit up in the front seat. They drove down to the chicken farming area. If the odor of it was bad at the barn when the wind blew funny, it was a hundred times worse up closer. Ryan fought to not vomit, harder than he ever had to from ny throat fucking. They didn't get out of the truck, but Luke told Ryan that if he wanted to be a trouble, he'd end up working there, shoveling chicken shit and worse. Ryan didn't know who was worse off, him or the chickens. The way things were going it seemed sure he'd end up there. He'd told his daddy he'd stay soft, but he didn't know how he could in a place like that. 8. Ryan was rescued by an unlikely source. One day Luke's wife, Lena, came to see him in the barn. She looked repulsed by the whole affair but took to it anyway. Ryan tried not to look at her, but he could see she was a tiny thing, like Luke said, but firm. She had brown skin and white hair, and a stern face. Her boys were home for the summer, she told him, and they were wild, or two of them at least. Lena didn't know any more than she had to about boys and men and their dicks, but she knew there was no way those horny boys would be on the farm with a cocksucker and not use him up. And she didn't want them or their dicks spoiled for their future wives. If they came to it later, like their daddy did, that was another matter, between them and their wives, and she'd be dead then anyway. But in the meantime Ryan would have to go. He told her he didn't want to go, that he'd be a good boy. But she was firm. It seemed to her humanity would be better if God had granted man and woman each their half the globe. But in his wisdom, he had not. "We're all broken inside," she told him. Ryan didn't feel broken inside, not even after Luke had busted him up some there. A man and woman can find a partner in each other, she explained, to make up for their own broken parts. But a cocksucker is a solitary creature born with evil luck, like Cain always longing to be something they're not, and always longing to stay where they can only visit. She had wondered sometimes, in her most secret heart, if cocksucking was the true sin of Cain. It was purported that in the dawn of time Cain killed his brother Abel, because God loved Abel's sacrifice better. But when she thought about it, this was in a time when there were no women but Eve, and Cain and Abel only had each other. So it seemed it could be that Cain loved his brother Abel better than he loved God, and so his descendants would never have a home, but the story was changed up to be less shameful. "This could be my home," Ryan ventured. But no. He would have to go. Luke came by later, for a last visit. The boys were taking a trip in the morning, a treat for them, which as it happened was where Luke had figured Ryan could go. They'd take Ryan to where they were going and leave him off. Ryan asked where that would be, but Luke didn't care to say, but that it was a place for boys like him. Ryan asked if Luke could instead send him back home to his daddy, but Luke said Jim didn't want him no more. "Maybe he changed his mind," Ryan ventured. Luke looked at Ryan like he was an idiot. "You saying I don't know my own brother?" Ryan didn't understand that, because his daddy told him Luke was a man of his acquaintance he did some work for. He never said he had a brother. Well Luke said he was his brother, and that was all there was to it. He'd even been to Jim's wedding to Ryan's mother. A pretty thing, all Black Irish prettiness. So Luke was his uncle, which explained the similar looks to Jim, and the propensity for boy ass too. And as his uncle, he couldn't just throw Ryan on the side of the road or dump him in a stream in a bag, like one-kitten-too-many, though it had occurred to him. Luke let Ryan nurse on his man tits and lick his armpits, and then he throat fucked the boy as long as he could, till he came and the boy ate it up. He'd never had anyone who could take his whole dick like Ryan. God damn he'd miss this. In the morning Ryan got dressed, and saw the same three boys he'd met, the one whose dick he'd sucked just a little. They were Luke's boys, which maybe wasn't so surprising. Lena didn't care for the plan, but where they were heading was men's business. They were Luke's heirs. What was his was theirs, and he couldn't deny them what they had coming. If they dipped their wicks once this summer, it wouldn't hurt them. Luke said a few words to his boys and told Ryan to get in the back of the pick-up, and they left. If there'd been anyone back there to see him they wouldn't even see how he cried, because it rained the whole way. - END PART TWO -