Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2009 09:08:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Parker <joejoeparkertex@yahoo.com>
Subject: I think I'm in trouble. Part 1, Chapter 13

I THINK I'M IN TROUBLE

Part I

Chapter 13

(Jake)

'When the Savior calls, I will answer,
'When He calls for me I will hear,
'When the Savior calls, I will answer,
'I'll be somewhere list'ning for my name'
The singing sure sounds a lot sweeter
with the Jarrows here.  Like wow it's way
better!

Ever since Miss Carol got rid of that
ratchety old organ, things have been quite
a bit better at church.  At 90 years old Mrs
Honeyfellow is the oldest person in the
congregation except for Miss Carol and
she plays at the speed of paint drying.

I'm just so glad her arthritic fingers finally
won the battle.  I know I'm mean for saying
that and I need to repent etc but I can't
help it, at least I'm in the right place.
The main thing I think about every Sunday
is how am I gonna stop myself from being
so bad all the time.  I know I have a lousy
attitude and I have to work on conquering
my natural urge to attempt worldwide
domination, wreaking havoc and causing
unprecedented mayhem.

I pray to God to make me be nice, smile
more, say please and thank you and all
that.  I pray that He will stop me from
tapping my foot the moment 99.9% of
everybody opens their damn fat mouths.
I pray that I will keep my own nasty
thoughts to myself and let other people be
as lame and as stupid as they wanna be.

I must be doing something wrong, I
somehow manage to end up at exactly the
same spot every Sunday.
All these things I pray each week and fail
within minutes of the sermon ending.
Sometimes even before the sermon ends
depending on whose turn it is to preach.
We don't have full time preachers here, it's
shared around.  I notice they have never
asked me...

When I was a kid I truly thought that the
reason I had to be quiet during sermon
was because other people were trying to
sleep... it sure sounded like it.
I do listen though, contrary to popular
belief and I do believe that God does have
a purpose for me.  I think He wants me to
own people and give them the
smackdown for being so clueless all the
time.  Hey! - the 'Avenging Angel' had to
start somewhere you know!

Henry Taylor preached from the Book of
Luke today, about how Jesus was having
dinner with a 'wise man' and this
prostitute chick barged into his house
uninvited and washed Jesus feet with her
hair, I guess that's why chicks have long
hair.., ick!

The wise guy tested Jesus and
questioned Jesus authority since He let a
whore wash His feet, surely the 'Son of
Man' would not let social filth near Him?
Then Jesus totally like owned him..,
He told that parable about the creditor
who had two debtors, one owed him
maybe $50 bucks and the other owed him
thousands, but neither of them could
cough up.

The creditor writes off both their debts
Jesus asked the wise dude, 'Which of the
debtors would be MOST grateful?'
Wise guy answers logically - 'The one
who owed the most'

I really got this lesson eh.., that broad was
the town whore, she was dirt, filth and she
came to the house of one of the elite and
gave honor to a guy that was soon to die
for all their sins.  She upstaged the host in
his own house and taught him an object
lesson.

There are elements of today's society
which are treated like filth eh.  The
breeders do all they can to make others
feel bad about themselves and they
skewer pure religion to do so.
But anyway, I ain't no political
commentator and I ain't the preacher
either so I'll just go back to doing what
has been so entertaining for the past 30
minutes.  Watching Felix.
I do like how cute Felix looks today.  He
has combed his hair out straight instead
of the usual gelled spiky look and he
looks totally adorable.  He's wearing a
white shirt with a red tie and khakis that
show off his ass to perfection, does he
know that?.  He looks at me and blushes,
my heart skips a beat, he is my honey.  If I
am the Avenging Angel, then he is the
other one - the nice one -- whatever his
name is... Lets just call him the nice, Sexy
Angel.

I know I really shouldn't be having these
thoughts in this place but like I said, I'm a
sinner - I am here to find absolution.
This is the first time the Jarrow's have
worshipped with us.  They have been
going to the local strychnine and
snake-charmer church down the road but
Miss Carol invited them to join us here at
our undenominational church and well,
here they are.  I'm glad, I don't want Felix
to get bitten by some manky snake!  I
don't have enough faith for that.

And as for drinking poison?  Well this
ain't Romeo & Juliet.  I got into trouble in
english class last year for writing that
Romeo & Juliet was 'The Greatest Suicide
Pact of all time' even if they were meant to
fake it, they were still successful or is that
unsuccessful - shrug.  And like DAMN! -
wasn't he like 14 and she was 12?...,
DAMN!  Naturally Jessica got the highest
mark on that assignment for her 'Romeo &
Juliet - the Greatest Love story ever told'
crap.., grrrrrrr I was robbed.

Well anywaaaaay.., as I was saying, the
Jarrow's sure sing purdy, they listen for
the gaps and fill them creating a seamless
harmonized sound that has really
improved our singing.  They tell me that
my Mom was in another league, that she
was able to capture, hold and transport
anybody who listened to her ethereal
voice.

I have been encouraged to sing a little
louder adding my bass baritone to the alto
of Momma Felix', Uncle Gary and Grandpa
Jarrow's deep bass voices, and Granny
Jarrow's mezzo soprano.

Felix has that same light as air tenor that I
heard the other day when I sneaked up on
him and the kids.
He wants to get together later on this
afternoon and mess around a little with
him on guitar and me at the piano.  I
wanna get together too, but it doesn't
involve guitars or piano's!  I start to bone
up and my mouth goes dry, I lean forward
and take my suit coat off, placing it over
my lap which looks like there's a popcorn
party going on inside.

I look around guiltily and SNAP!  Felix'
eagle eyes are on my crotch, all glazed
over.., mouth hanging open.  I grin and
lean back placing myself on display
again, all guilt forgotten.  Felix begins
swallowing rapidly and he wipes his
forehead with his handkerchief.
Hmmmph, interesting.

And then my eye is caught by my old
friendly rival Mark Fisher who I must admit
cuts a dashing figure when he's all doxied
up, not that I'd ever wanna go there, and
besides - what the hell is he doing here?
He's meant to be a heathen, a non
believer, his ancestors were the monkeys.
 He has that annoying knowing look on
his face as he mouths the words "You
dirty boy!" to me.  I just smirk and let my
eyes travel over to the whole reason his
skanky ass showed up today.  What is
5'10", has long blonde hair and the most
exclusive rack this side of Hooterville?
Yeah I think you get the picture.

Mark's eyes follow mine and he starts
glowing a very sinful shade of penitent
pink.  Yeah, guilty as charged.  It's an
unusual little churchbuilding coz the
seating is arranged in a U-shape so
everybody faces one another.  Some
people find it quite confronting and don't
like it.  I rather enjoy it, it's nice to see all
the faces playing at being good folks for
an hour or so.

I tried for two whole weeks to be good, to
get myself right in the head so that I could
go and present a new me, a better me to
my Felix.  After that wonderful/horrible
first afternoon up at my house I knew it
was time for a major overhaul.  I knew that
if I was to have what my heart screamed
out for, I was going to have to put some
things to bed in my life.

I look over at Jessica, so serene, so
wholesome, almost majestic.  My advice
to any guy that gets a chance to have a
girl like her would be to not let go, ever!
Any guy but me that is.  I hope this puts
into perspective somewhat the way I feel
about Felix.., the way I value him.
When I was 12 - Dad, on one of his rare
visits to the outside world, took me to
London and one of the places we went to
see was the Crown Jewels in that Tower
place.  He was fiddly and paranoid all trip
long but even his irksomeness wasn't
enough to distract me from the wonder of
that incredible royal regalia.  Even the 9
strong security team and all the other
hanger-oners that surrounded us like a
forest...

Even they were forgotten when my 12
year old eyes beheld those gem
encrusted golden crowns.  And what was
I thinking?
I was thinking 'By Jove! - Jessica is like
this!  She is like the Crown Jewels of
England!'
After that trip across Britain and Europe I
would return home and ask Jess to
become my girlfriend.  I didn't know much
but I knew that she was something
extremely costly and precious beyond
measure.  And though so many of my
thoughts and views have changed since
then.., that 12 year old realization remains
the same for me today.  And I will tell you
now that it will never change.

And what about Felix?  Well you see this
is the thing.  If Jessica is the Crown
Jewels, then Felix is the spirit of what
makes them so precious in the first place.
I can't help it, to my mind he just
supersedes all past precedents.

If she ever deigns to give Mark even half a
chance, he will be the luckiest breeder in
the world.  The way I treated her and Felix
that afternoon was unconscionable and I
felt/feel dreadful.  I knew I had to make it
up to them both.  I began with Jess.

I wrote her a 9 page letter.  Not e-mail, no
text message but a letter.  She made it
absolutely clear that she did not want to
see me or talk to me about this.  It was
over and that was that.

So I wrote her this letter and I poured my
heart into it.  I admitted my guilt in the
whole messing around with Felix thing.  I
wrote that I was the one who instigated it
and I begged her not to take it out on him.
I praised her for her nobility of spirit and
for the amazing love she had given to me,
undeserving as I have always been.  She
came down to me in our relationship, it
wasn't me who had to make sacrifices and
overlook serious character flaws.

I implored her to remain my friend
because even though I ruined everything,
I still needed her counsel, her
genuine class but most of all her priceless
friendship.  To have a friend like Jess is to
have a lifetime of sparkling support.
Finally I threw in a good word for Mark
(lol), yes I wrote that although she may
not be interested in what's out there right
now, I knew of one guy in particular who
would give anything to have a shot at
catering to her in the way that I had failed
to.

All in all I thought it was quite a well
written read if don't say so myself,
especially for the likes of me.
I knew she would never write back or
even mention it - that's Jess for you.  But
the softening in her sapphiric eyes was
enough to tell me she had taken heart
from the letter and while she still kept her
distance, I knew things would thaw
eventually.  I was glad.

She's totally ignoring Mark though, she
won't be ready to consider another
relationship for a long time.  But Mark can
handle that.  I have always been envious
of the cool, calm and collected way he
does everything.  He is good at everything
he does but what he excels at is
communication and managing people.
I am good at that also but they all hate me
afterwards.., with Mark they all love him
and would follow him to the ends of the
Earth.  Daddy says he would make a good
politician, but I think he's too honest to
ever be one.  Good luck to him.

Suddenly - speak of the devil,  Dad leans
over, hooks me by the shoulder and
draws me into his side.  To anyone else it
just looks like he is being fatherly and
showing some affection, but I know better.
"Pull your head in son,"  he whispers in
my ear.

"Quit all the shuffling and pay attention to
the lesson.

We have important visitors here today and
I need you to behave please"  he kisses
me behind my ear and I rest my head on
his shoulder.

Phew it wasn't so bad after all and I WAS
listening to the lesson!  I even told you
about it didn't I?  See? - I'm damned if I do
and damned if I don't.  I squirm
indignantly and get a poke in the ribs from
my father.

I sit still and once again my mind wanders
off into Felixland.  For two weeks I did my
best to avoid him.  Do you realize how
tough that was?  Holding my breath
for two weeks would have been easier.
Having to see him at school was awful.
Visiting each others houses was worse.

And he looked so sad and miserable and
it was all because of stupid me.  I would
cry myself to sleep every night thinking of
the wrongs I have committed against him.
Traditionally I have only really cried coz I
felt sorry for myself, but these tears were
wetter, they were not selfish, and they just
hurt more.  I would curl up in a ball every
night,  hug my pillow and bawl my eyes
out until an unsettled but thankfully
dreamless sleep finally claimed me.

Eventually I was losing so much sleep
that I went and found Mr Wolfy, my
childhood security toy.  I held him close to
me, his one remaining eye and doggy
smile comforting me through the
subsequent lonely nights.
One day I just snapped Dad and I were
visiting Momma Felix' and Lenore had
been teasing me mercilessly all afternoon.

I stormed out of the room and caught
none other than Felix snooping around
and spying on me!
His eyes went wide and I felt my heart
trying to make its way up my throat willing
me to grab him and love him.  I couldn't
hold off any longer.  I picked him up and
we ended up in the bathroom,  I was
delirious at the mere touch of him and I
was gonna ravish him right there, have my
way with him right there!

I know I made stupid threats about Mark
but that was my desperation talking.  I
seemed to recoup strength in those few
delicious moments that I held him.  I
trapped him close to me, right up against
me, letting him know just what he could
do to me.

I soaked up all the sweet smelling,
wonderful goodness of him.  He made
every part of me feel good, even my ears
felt good!  I told him that I love him...  his
reaction just made me love him even
more.  He's such a dufus haha, he seems
to have a habit of missing the forest for all
the trees.  I tell him something Jessica
has never heard and he totally misses it
the first time round.  He does pick it up on
the second thought - there's hope for him
yet.  The realization of what I have just
intimated to Felix is not lost on me.
I know full well what I have said and I
know what it means.  I am madly in love
with Felix Jarrow.  I love him in a place
where neither time nor space exist . It's a
forever kind of love, people can scoff and
laugh but do they have what I have?

It's my first time, I don't have to wonder
about it anymore.  I have love for the first
time in my life, the way is clear and in my
mind it's just him and me.  I can see in his
eyes that he loves me.  Do you know what
that does to me?  How that makes me
feel?  He can say whatever the hell he
likes but his eyes don't lie.

When he looks at me I know that it's true.
He loves me too.  Every moment he is with
me I can feel him slowly leaving behind
his old life, his former bonds, his
childhood.  He is beginning to identity
himself with me - as a new being.  He is no
longer Felix, Kathleen's child.  He is Felix,
Jake's lover.  He is gonna be the love of
my life.  I am so overwhelmed by these
feelings that I have to leave him standing
there my intended actions unfinished.
I race outside, run down to the end of
Cross Street and call up top for a car.  I
wait till I'm home before I call Daddy and
tell him I went home sick.  He sounds
dubious..,

"This doesn't have anything to do with
Felix right?"

I need to tread carefully here,  "No Dad I
got a tension headache from school
today, I just wanna lie down"

"Well alright then, I just find it interesting
that your little buddy here has also gone
to bed with a headache,

I inhale sharply, my baby isn't feeling
well?

Dads voice jolts me back to awareness,
"What did you two do at school today? -
knock heads?"

"Ummm no nothing like that, I'm gonna go
lie down now okay Daddy?"

"Hmmm okay son I will come and check
on you later alright?"

"Yup" - He tells me he loves me and
hangs up.

I don't have the energy to leap onto my
custom made kingsize bed, I just flop onto
it and sigh.  It's amazing how changed
Dad is, I don't know for sure but I think he
is really serious about exploring the
possibilities between him and Momma
Felix'.

He no longer seems so old to me.  He
walks different haha.  He walks a lot more
like me, like a stud heh.  He is brighter,
more chirpy, and he dresses more sexily
than I've ever seen lol.  I am almost
starting to see some of the things other
people profess to see in my Dad.., almost.
One thing that impresses me about Dad is
the fact that he doesn't act stupid and silly
around Momma Felix'.  Apart from that
very first day when he was an absolute
retard, he's been totally suave.  That's not
to say that he isn't a dork any longer haha
coz he is.  But not around her.  It seems I
have a lot to learn.

***

I am amazed at how easily my
grandparents get on with people from
different backgrounds.  They just start
chatting and before you know it they are
friends, swapping recipes, discussing the
weather and shooting the breeze.
They greeted the Senior Jarrows warmly
at church and had them sit with them and
Miss Carol down the front.  Miss Carol
wept when they met her and she held
hands with Granny Jarrow throughout
Worship.

I can tell they are all a little overwhelmed
being up top, that includes Felix and his
Mom too.  Only the kids seem to feel
completely at ease unlike their bewildered
father.  This is Uncle Gary's first time up
top and he is mighty impressed and keeps
shaking his head.  He's the most practical
guy I've ever met, and I bet he's just
perplexed at the way things are up here.

He probably can't see the need for most of
what he sees.  He and I have spent some
time together in recent days and I really
really like him.  First thing he asked me
was do I know how to hunt, fish and
shoot.  He was really pleased when I
nodded in the affirmative.  Dad and I go
out perhaps 30 times a year, maybe more -
using crossbow and rifles.  I was
surprised when he said that he and Felix
would take Daddy and I back to their
favorite hunting spots in Kentucky some
day.

I don't know why but I was kinda
surprised at learning that Felix was an
accomplished outdoorsman.  I said that I
looked forward to pitting myself against
him and Uncle Gary laughed cryptically
and ruffled my hair.., adults are so weird.

Clearly there were many levels to this
strange and wonderful creature called
Felix.  These thoughts reminded me of
when he and I played basketball just the
other day.

Although he is an evil little cheater, he's
got game and I was taken with the
shooting, ballskills and athleticism he
displayed.

Hmmph he was almost as good as me
even!  But his strategic decisions left a lot
to be desired.

I was a fair and considerate player the
other day, he couldn't stand to lose so he
cheated blatantly!  He even ran away
immediately after that jerkweed Junior
consummated their unholy act at the other
end of the court.

Both of them running off like that was tacit
proof of their guilt as far as I was
concerned.  Junior whined that he ran off
coz I would have killed him otherwise.
Well that's a dirty lie!  I was only gonna
question them both that's all.  Felix claims
that I said I was gonna kill him too, I don't
recall saying anything of the sort.

At first when he scrambled up the tree I
thought I had him.  I went to climb up and
the cunning little livewire tried to squish
my precious fingers.  We ended up in
somewhat of a Mexican stand off him
being all hysterical up the tree and me
stationed beneath, rationally and
calmly trying to talk him down from there.

I was seriously thinking about calling for
the men in white coats, the way he was
hollering and gesticulating up there.

Then he picked some debris out of my
hair and it all went straight to hell from
there.  My grievances were immediately
forgotten the moment his exquisite,
enormous eyes honed in and locked on to
mine.

I wanted him out of that tree and in my
arms right there and then, and seconds
later I had my wish.  I carried my baby to
the truck and I did not give a flying f..., uh
damn who saw me either.

I asked him to be my boyfriend and he
was overjoyed at the idea and then we
went back to his house.  We did sinful
things to one another and I showed him
as much as I could that I was totally and
completely comfortable with him.  I
wanted him to know he could touch me,
feel me and love me any way he wanted
to.  I think I surprised him there..,

"Jake, Jake!.., Jake???"

I look up at the sound of my baby's
questioning voice.

"Sweety you ain't listenin to a word I'm
sayin are ya!"
He says and I nod my head slowly,
transfixed by the sight of his pink lips
moving.

We are in the Music Room
and he and I have been messing around
on the grand piano and his guitar.  We've
both been shamelessly showing off to
one another too and we are both liking
what we hear.  Felix does all the singing
coz I am still too self conscious to sing in
front of him.  I just play along obediently
trying to follow the music he is playing
and singing so sweetly.  He has an
awesome voice.
Like honey and sunlight.

It's making me hard, I can't help it.  I
guess this is not the reaction he wants me
to have to his singing but I just cannot
control myself.  My voice is all husky
when I ask,
"Felix uh, lets uh go up to my bed - I mean
my room and umm take a nap or
something"
He smiles brilliantly and
waves his finger in my heated face.

"Y'alls want me up in y'alls bed huh?"

"Unnh huh"

"To nap you say"  He runs his finger
along the line of my jaw.

"Nah aah! - I mean uh huh, if you want"

He lets out this low laugh and it makes me
so hot!
"Mmmmm I'm kinda tired too sweety"

He's taken to calling me his sweety, I
kinda really like it.  We take the main
elevator up to my quarters.  Felix holds
my hand all the way, it feels great.

"Jake can you show me round this place
some time?"  he asks.

"Sure thing, but not right now baby"

We kiss slowly and my hands go around
his back, his slide up around my
shoulders.
DING!

The doors open to the Ante-room and
then the main entrance to my quarters.
Felix keys the pin number into the keypad
(he likes doing this for some reason),
and we are in.

We kiss and do this kind of shuffle dance
all the way to the bed, tongues swirling
hands traveling each others bodies.
He fits so perfectly into me, he maybe
smaller than me but he's all man.  He
yields at times and then at other times he
is clearly on the prowl.  He he excites me
beyond imagining and I mean that too.
Not even in my fertile imagination can I
equal the sum total of everything that is
Felix.

Somehow I have missed the part where
we landed on my bed but here we are.
He's on top of me, grinding away hehe.
He makes these little purring sounds that I
love.  He's my cute little kitten.  He's lying
on top of me gyrating his hips into mine
slowly, seductively, our tongues swirling
in a passionate tango of wills.., dueling
for ascendancy.

My hands roam over his jeans clad ass, I
been thinking about this ass all day long!
Ever since I saw him in those khakis this
morning.  He has changed into these hot
CK jeans but for now they're just in my
way.  I signal to him with a double hump
morse code kind of message and he gets
it.  I love how in tune we are.
He raises up a little and pulls his t-shirt off
while I undo the snap of his jeans and
slide the zipper down.

It's not easy when he's hard as steel.
He flops over onto his butt,
cradled in my arms and I run my
hands down to the flaps of his jeans and
pull them down over his strong lengthy
legs.

Licking his neck and smelling his
glorious hair.
His snowy white boxers are distended
with the clear and undeniable evidence of
his reaction to me.  I'd like to think that I'm
the only one who will ever make him feel
this good.  I'm determined for that to
always be the case.

I begin ticking his heavy ballsac and he
lifts up with a languorous groan,
"Ohhhh Jake what's that you doin?"
"You know what I'm doing baby"
"Mmmmmhhmm I can't take it Jake"

I've now slipped his boxers down his
thighs to join his jeans and he kicks both
of them off in a frantic caterpillar like
movement.  I laugh and he turns his head
snuggling into me.  We kiss as we
undulate to a slow, ancient, primal tune
that only we can hear (but I'm sure
everybody knows it).

Our hearts are the drums, our breathing is
the horn section, his fingers pluck the
strings and mine play the keyboard of his
passion and his yearning.  His penis is a
real beauty, long slender, smooth and
brimming with life (literally lol), just like it's
master.

Kissing him has distracted me and I see
that he's got his hands around his own
cock.  I growl and shoo them away, I don't
want nobody's hands on him but mine -
not even his own.  He chuckles and rolls
over again so he is straddling me.  My
hands are still on him, one wrapped round
his cock, thumb sliding over the corona of
his maleness, the other  stroking the
underside of his silky hairless balls.
He makes me release him for a moment to
take my top off.

My hands seem to scream in protest and
quickly return to their quarry at the first
opportunity.

He then unsnaps my own jeans and peels
them off me.  I laugh at the look on his
expressive face, it's like he's unwrapping
a gift at Christmas.  Maaan this is gonna
be an awesome Christmas this year!
He discards my own boxers, nice
conservative churchgoing plaid today.

I don't really wanna face the Lord in some
sexy little number you know.  Even I have
some scruples.

"Wait, sec baby"

I lean over to my right bedstand and
produce some KY jelly.  He sees it and
lets out a musical laugh that rushes
straight from my dick to my heart and then
back again.

"Woah Jake you naughty boy!"

"All the better to uh grease you with"

I stumble over my words as my lubed up
fingers find his ass and spread his cheeks.
His eyes pop and he groans
appreciatively, spreading his legs and
letting my finger circle his tight ass hole.

He starts wriggling and mewling in that
kitten voice again and it's driving me nuts.
Speaking of which his hand has found my
nuts and the KY and he is giving my balls
the inspection of their lifetime!  His other
hands is milking my joystick and I'm not
gonna last long.

Even sexually we are so in tune slithering
along together in syncopated rhythm.

"Mmmbaby" he says panting as my finger
slides in and out of his core.

"Put your dick there"

Now it's my turn to pop my eyes out...

"Whha-what? - you wanna go there"

My cock has just boned up more than it's
ever been.  I hope he doesn't look down at
it, he might change his mind.

"Naw I just wanna feel it rubbing against
the outside of me"

I'm not disappointed, I'm kinda glad
actually, I'm still not ready to go all the
way and we only have another hour till
dinner,  I would like to have lots of time for
this.  But I have no hesitation in placing
my raging cock right there at his back
door!

We make that vital connection and he
starts writhing all over my manhood and
squealing.  I can't believe it, does it feel
that good?  I'm gonna cum crazy with him
bouncing away like that!  I'm not even
inside him and it all just feels so gooood!
My hands latch onto his dick like magnets
and he screams as I stroke his
supersensitive cock to an enormous
ejaculation.

"Arrrrrrghh dammit!"  he screams as he
shoots all over me.

I was only a second behind creaming his
wonderfully reactive hole and everything
around it and especially below it.  I've got
cum all over my dick and balls.

He's laughing now and I join him.  He lays
down on me and we kiss and laugh, laugh
and kiss, laugh and laugh and kiss and
kiss.  I'm not sure why we're laughing
really but I am sure why we are kissing.
We are happy, we are making each other
feel good and we are in love.  Do we need
any other reason to kiss or even to laugh?
- that would be a nope.

"Felix baby, you ever had a jacuzzi?"
"Naw"  - He's so cute, I kiss him again
long and slow, my finger returns to his
hole and we both quickly bone up again -
recovered already.

"Well lets uh rinse off quickly in the
shower and then jump in the tub okay?"
"Uh huh"  He's now rubbing his body
frantically on mine making sure to get my
finger as deep inside him as it will go.  I
oblige and stroke his inner nut till he and I
both explode again.

We never did make it to the jacuzzi that
day, we ran out of time, it was Felix' fault..,
he's just insatiable and who am I to deny
him?

We got to the shower for our 'quick rinse'
and he was ready to go again.  He jumped
up into my arms, wrapped his arms and
legs around me and we ground each other
to our third climax in 30 minutes.  After
that we only had 29 minutes before dinner
and there was no way we wanted to try
Dads patience again.

Dinner was wonderful, it was no banquet -
our guests felt enough out of place as it
was.  To have too formal a dinner would
be to isolate them.

They lit the fire in the Great Conservatory
and we had dinner out there with starlight
above and a chilling wind howling
through the mountains around us.  But we
were toasty warm and well fed.  There was
cobb salad, roast beef and potatoes with
yorkshire pudding and green beans.

I enjoyed it all especially the scallop pie
and miners treacle tart with french vanilla
icecream for dessert.  Felix and I ate the
house down and as we sat next to one
another sipping our iced pineapple juice
we chatted a little about how things went
this weekend.

Since the basketball game everything had
worked like a charm.  Meeting my
grandfolks was amazing, connecting
through them back to my mother was
even more amazing. But having Felix
there loving me, talking to me, smiling at
me - nothing compares to this.

My Dad is happy, Felix' Mom is happy, my
Grandparents are really happy and it's
clear they and Dad have been in serious
discussion this afternoon with Uncle
Gary, Momma Felix' and my Jarrow
Grandfolks.

I would have liked to have been there to
listen but uh.., well Felix and I - we were
otherwise engaged.  Miss Carol rocks
away in her rocking chair.  She has also
been rather preoccupied today as well,
with the kids.

With the help of one of the younger staff
ladies she seems to have thoroughly
enjoyed herself looking after the kids.
And watching them now sleeping
peacefully tucked safely under her huge
old arms takes me back.  I envy them.

In all their future travels, they will find few
places as safe as where they are right
now.

Felix has placed his right hand on my
chair, on the arm rest.  I smile at my baby
and place my left hand right next to his,
just barely touching.  He glances at our
hands and then shyly smiles back at me
blushing slightly.  I bite my lower lip and
tell him..,

"I love you Felix"

"I love you too Jacob"

I hope that he always will.

***

(Miss Carol)


Well, I ain't de only one who see those
fingahs entwined ovah there!  The boys
Momma notices also, Mothers always do.
Somin else been on my mind more an that
though!  At church today I felt an
evil presence.  Somebody who came but
not stay... It be a woman that I can
tell and she were down the back but I
can-not see that far no mo.

She sure leave quick like and she ain't
happy, she wish ill upon us all.
Yes Lord, I hear you.., I live for reasons I
do not know but I live yet longer
still.  Till this here lil child restin on me is
growed up nuff to carry on I
must abide a lil while longer.

"Speak Lord sssspeak" she mutters to
herself as she rocks the slumbering
babies.

Miss Carol kisses the chosen child, and
thinks about how old she will be before
the child is old enough.


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