Counting

Chapter 16

by Tux

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Hey guys it's Tux and I can't express the joy that I have that you all love reading my story. I wasn't really sure in the beginning but working with Andrew, he built my confidence and I wrote my story down. I'm so excited to keep writing the story and bringing you more emotional connection, drama, and victories for young AJ and Zack. After writing so far into the story, I've become very attached to AJ and Zack, more than I thought I was going to be able to, and I look forward to sharing the rest of his story with you.

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Chapter 16 - Consequences

AJ

The rock and roll music over the speaker is overly excessive, and the water rains down on my head. I'm not even sure anymore if it's drool or water coming out of my mouth. Hand prints litter the glass door, and my knees are so weak that I have to use my head on the door to keep me upright. I can't think straight. "Ooohhhhh... Aaaaaahhhh ugh, ugh... Aaaaahhhh! Again, hurry, do it again!"

Zack pulls his tongue out of my butt, quickly stands, and positions himself behind me, lines up his cock, and pushes with all his might. "Damn AJ, I can't believe you want me to keep going!" He pushes hard, harder than anything so far, and my feet lift off the floor and his left hand wraps around my waist, catching me, suspending me in midair. His right hand hooks the two fingers, that were in my butt earlier, in my mouth. I can still taste myself on his fingers.

"More ugh, ugh... aaahhh... harder, come on Zack, make me cum!" He hikes his right foot on the step molded into the shower wall to get leverage and begins to ram me harder than ever. His fingers muffle my screams, and he is making the most noise of us both this time, but not as loud as the radio. Suddenly he drops me and pushes me to bend over, grabs a wash rag and puts it in my mouth. Then he started ramming me again.

"AJ... I'm sooo... closssse..." I push myself off his cock, without him knowing I am going to, and spin around, taking his cock into my mouth. I suck desperately for my lover's cum. Gripping his butt, I pull his cheeks apart and push in two fingers, causing him to stand up on his toes. His hands lock onto my head and tangle into my soaked hair, holding onto my ears. He grunts deeply and his breathing quickens right before I receive the first of many gushes. It almost overfills my mouth with his sweet and tangy cum. I swallow as fast as I can, but after the third jet, he pulls out halfway, and I rub my tongue along the bottom of his cock. He grunts again and rams it back into my mouth, causing me to gag and choke.

Zack pulls out of my mouth and the tactile feeling of my tongue wrapping around his dickhead causes him to sigh loudly and shoot three more ropes all over my face. He stands over me, shielding me from the shower water. His hands rest on my shoulder, holding him upright and looking down at me. Zack is breathing heavily and smiles at me. His eyes stared through my eyes and into my soul for like ten minutes. "You know what? I'm trying to decide what is more sexy, my cum all over your face..." I lick my cum-covered lips. "...or the fact that your asshole is leaking about a gallon of my cum as you swat in front of me."

Zack takes my head in his powerful hands and lifts me from my knees. As soon as he can connect with me, he leans down to kiss me, but before he does that, he licks a bunch of cum off my face and shares it with me. Tasting him on his tongue is so sexy that my toes curl. Someone begins to bang on the door, and he pulls off my face with a smile. He yells to turn off Dexter's radio and spins me around, using the water to wash my face.

"Yeah!!" He calls out to the person outside the door.

"You two begin to finish it up, we've got a day planned," my dad yells through the door. I giggle, and Zack shushes me as he reaches for the body wash.

After Zack washes me from head to toe and inside my sensitive butthole, the door cracks open. My head slips out looking around as I put my glasses on, "We're good. The coast is clear." I whisper loudly. With a `Smack,' my bare butt stings and I giggle, holding it as I hurry out the door naked. Zack rushes out naked also and quickly looks around, catching up to me while I open the stairwell door. When he gets there, I tease him by wiggling my butt at him, and he swats me again, `Smack.' I laugh really loud and hurry up the stairs on all fours with my rosy butt cheeks jiggling up in the air.

I rush into the room and search through my dresser drawers looking for a clean pair of boxers. Zack is walking towards me, saying something, but it's only mumbling to me at this distance. I wiggle my butt again, showing how much energy I have. Sex is great. I want it all the time. He takes my hearing aid from the nightstand. He saunters over to me, swinging his big penis at me. He puts my hearing aid in my ear and I prepare to go down on him for my fourth helping of boy juice. He pulls me back to my feet, denying me my snack, messes up my wet hair, and says, "We should have combed this too."

I hurry to the bed and jump on it naked, rolling over to sit upright with my legs spread wide. "Suck me to tingles again, pleassssee," I say with the best puppy dog eyes I have.

He looks at me and smirks, "How can you orgasm again? Didn't you have like four or five in the shower." He turns to the empty drawer I was digging through. "And how are you out of boxers? Are you wearing more than one pair a day?" He asks as he pulls on a clean pair of his boxers and tosses them over his shoulder.

Ignoring his questions about wearing more than one pair of boxers, I decide to answer his first question, "Six, I'm sure of it. You made me cum when I was sucking you. I didn't even have to touch my penis for most of them. I love having your dick in my ass."

He walks towards me, holding my last pair of clean briefs. "Let's get serious for a moment before dad comes up here and dresses us both. You're going to have to wear these Superman briefs. I honestly think it's better for you to wear briefs from now on anyway."

I pulled my legs in close and put my feet soul to soul. "I don't want to! You're not wearing briefs, big boys wear boxers," I say as a matter of fact.

He spins my briefs around his finger and says, with a sigh, "I'm not having... accidents." His face changes when he sees my embarrassment and shame. "I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, little bro, just trying to protect you."

I hold back my tears and give him a little nod. I take the briefs with a yank and hold my legs in the air to put them on. He watched me till I put my legs down. "Your butthole looks puffy. Does it hurt?"

"Nope," I tell him honestly.

He looks at my eyes for a moment, then smiles, "It was fun right? I like doing it hard once in a while, but I think I like it more like we do at night." Nice, slow, and gently." I watched his face and really believed him. It doesn't matter to me, but he's right, the hard stuff was fun.

He gets dressed and I pull the clothes I want to wear from my dresser. He looks at me and shakes his head, "No buddy, you look like a clown. Let me look at what you got clean." Zack pulls out an outfit, and he's right, it does look better than what I had picked out.

When we come down the stairs, Zack stops and holds me back. He holds his finger up to his mouth and motions to be quiet. Out in the hall we hear, "Give me the laptop, is the blackmail video on here?" My mom asks. "You better not have any copies. Give me your iPhone, iPad, and keyboard for the computer." We hear Missy say something, but can't make it out, and mom responds, "...no Missy, you raped that boy. It's a crime. You blackmailed him and if you gave a damn, you would have noticed that he hated it. Not all boys love sex with girls! I'm not sure what's going to happen? We'll decide after we fix what you broke in Zeke."

Then we hear Missy's door shut and mom goes down the steps. Zack turns around and looks me in the eyes, saying, "Zeke didn't betray you. He doesn't like Missy any better than you. He hates her even more than we do. Do you understand?" Some tears slowly trailed down my cheeks in relief. I nod, not sure what to say. He wipes my tears and kisses my forehead. "For now, let's give him the benefit of the doubt."

Zack

AJ hops on my back and I take us down the stairs. In the living room, Mom and Dad are putting their coats on. I grab our coats, and AJ grabs my cane and his crutches out of the closet. Then I put AJ's coat on and zipped and buttoned it up. Dad helps me with mine and then puts both mine and AJ's cowboy hats on. Mom helps AJ with his crutches, then and only then does AJ say, "I have to pee."

"You can hold it till we get to the hospital," mom says, and ushers us towards the garage door.

I pull dad's coat sleeve down to get his ear and whisper, "Best let him go." Dad turns to me and questions my statement. My eyes look down to my crotch, and I pull my coat up as Dad looks down. I yank my boxer's waistband out and mouth, `last pair.' He looks at AJ as he starts to cross his legs.

"I'll take him, it won't be a minute. Just take Zack and get the SUV warmed." Mom nods and she takes me out to the truck. We sat in there and they took a little longer than I would have thought. The terrible thought, `I hope he didn't have another accident' races through my mind. Then mom opens her door and I quickly blurt out, "I'm sure they won't be much longer." She turns back to me and I think about saying something else, but the door opens and dad is carrying AJ with his crutches in his other hand.

Dad hands me AJ and I help him into his booster seat as he hurries around the front and gets behind the steering wheel. "Everything okay?" Mom asks dad.

"Of course, just a guy thing, that's all." The garage door opens, and dad turns around to back out and gives me a wink. I give him a smile, and AJ gives me a little hug and then grabs my hand.

The family is pretty quiet while we drive to the hospital. AJ's head rested very comfortably on my shoulder. I turn my head slightly and ask him in a whisper, "We're you on time?"

He nods and then gives me one of his 100-degree whispers in my ear that little kids are famous for, "Dad said we could talk to the doctor at the hospital about it." He smiled and returned to my shoulder after I returned his nod. I'll have to talk to dad to make sure AJ didn't lie to him. I hate that I can't trust him anymore, but I have a nagging voice in the back of my head that tells me to always double check him. I squeezed his hand and leant my head on him.

At the hospital, we all walked in together, with dad carrying AJ and his crutches. "Let's switch boys." Mom looks at him questionably and agrees. AJ and I exchange `bye' waves when he and dad get into the elevator to the physical therapy floor.

Mom hurries and gives Dad a kiss before the elevator doors close. As the doors shut, we can hear AJ laughing at dad.

Mom walks next to me on the way to check in and matches my speed. She asks, "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

I smile and look up at her and answer, "It's a boy thing." She laughs a little and I ask her, "You going to tell me how serious you are with my dad?"

"That isn't any of your business," she answered, a little shocked I asked.

"Hmm, it must be serious then," I say childishly. She blushes, pulls me into a little hug, takes off my cowboy hat, and messes up my hair.

Later in the patient room, "Hey champ," my doctor says when he comes in. He walks over and takes off my leg brace. "Okay young man, drop those pants. Mom, let's step out and give young mister Zack some privacy." He gives me a folded hospital gown, then holds the door open for mom. I don't waste any time changing. The last thing I want is the doctor and mom walking in on me while I change.

I hopped on the table, and it wasn't too much longer before they returned.

"Let's see," he says as he rubs his hands together to warm them up. He takes my leg and begins to feel around. "Well, I can tell a few things. First off, you're not using your cane. Am I wrong?" I shake my head `No' and he sighs, "The other thing is... you've had pancakes for breakfast." My eyes go wide and I sit there in disbelief.

He and Mom exchange looks, and Mom starts laughing. "I'm kidding, I asked your mom out in the hall, but you haven't been using the cane in the house. Up and down the stairs and who knows where else."

"Is it messed up?" I ask sheepishly.

"Nope," he says as he gets up off of his stool. "I think you're done. No chores yet, but you don't need this brace anymore."

"Yes!" I shout and fist pump my enthusiasm.

"Okay, mom, let's go take care of some paperwork, and Zack, you change out of that stylish outfit."

AJ

"So, AJ, do you want to tell me how long you've had this... problem?"

"Ummm," I look to dad and he nods. "Since I was here and that thing happened."

"Did something happen while he was here?" He asks dad and they step out into the hall to talk about it, I guess, leaving me in the room with the male nurse.

As soon as the door shuts, the male nurse smiles at me and licks his lips. Suddenly, I'm extremely afraid. He steps closer to me and licks his middle finger. I mash my eyes shut and I white knuckle the chair handles. Closer and closer, he steps towards me. I peek and he's standing over me and is reaching for me. I started screaming, "Nooooo! Stay back! Stay back! Don't touch me!"

The door reopens. My dad and the doctor rush in. The nurse holds up his hands, and then I realize that the nurse hadn't moved. I whine out loud and squirm closer to the edge of my chair. Sliding out of it, I squeeze my hands over my ears and hurry to my dad with a few tears falling down my cheeks.

"I didn't even do anything, I swear!" The nurse says and dad picks me up.

"I'm sorry," Dad says as I bury my face in his shoulder. "Last time he was here, one of the male night nurses molested AJ here, for about two months before his brother spent the night with him and was included. Zack told the hospital the next morning when it was safe." He checks on me and I nod into his coat, "And we have had a bladder problem ever since that started, right?" He double-checks with me, and I nod again. "We were wondering if there was some medicine that you could prescribe him to help."

"Let's go out in the hall, thanks Tom. I'll finish off here." The nurse nods and moves out of the room.

We make our way out into the hall, and Dad puts me down by the door. "I'm gonna step aside and talk to the doctor about the best way to handle this. You're going to be okay; you can watch me from here. I'm gonna step over to the nurses' station and talk to the doctor. Don't move," I hug him once more and he takes a few steps away. I can't hear them talking, but I never take my eyes off the until...

"AJ!" Zack yells out my name. I turned and looked down the hall, seeing him coming my way. I hop up and down and hold on to the hand rail. "Look I got my brace off," he says, motioning me to his leg. I don't even look. When he's in range, I hug him and catch him off guard, almost knocking him over. He wipes my tears away and asks, "Whoa? What's wrong?"

Dad joins us and kisses mom, "Nothing, he was just left alone with a male nurse and got spooked. It's my fault. I didn't even think about it." Dad looked real sorry and mom hugs him telling him it's okay.

I get close to Zack's ear and whisper, "I peed my underwear..." He looks surprised. "...and I need to finish," I continue to whisper. I feel terrible and embarrassed, so I begin to cry harder.

"Dad... can AJ and I go to the bathroom," Zack asks. Dad looks at Zack, then at me.

When he sees my tears, his eyebrows go up, and he says, "Sure Zack, we'll wait for you here."

Zack spins around, I hop on his back, and he heads to the bathroom. "Don't worry, little bro, we'll get you all fixed up."

"Aren't you afraid I'm going to pee on you?"

"Nope, cause I trust you to hold it," he says while we hurry in and out of hallway traffic towards the bathroom.

Leaning as close as I can, I pull my little penis out through my fly and I look over my shoulder to make sure Zack watches over me. Then I look up to the guy on my right and left. Their huge penises are peeing next to me. The man on the left looks down to me and catches me looking and smiles at me. He gives me a nod after looking at my penis. I look away down to the floor and begin to count the tiles while mumbling, "...one...two...three...four...five...six..."

Zack must have heard me counting. He touches my shoulder and I jump. "Hey buddy, are you okay? I thought you had to pee."

I whisper to him, "I can't pee with everyone looking at me."

Zack looks around and picks me up with my pants around my ankles. I hold on to my penis to make sure if it pees, it's in front of me instead of on me. He walks into a stall and sets me down, then closes the door. "There, now pee." I give him a nod and try and relax. Soon a steady stream blasts from the end of my penis and relief takes over. "Aaaahhh, that's so good."

Behind me, Zack giggles at me and rubs my back while I pee for another minute. "Wow, you really had to go. I'm glad you didn't let that go while you were on my back." I giggle a little while I shake it three times, and then turn around. "Let's check on the damage." He pulls my underwear up to my knees. He sees the yellow markings all over the front and watches it drip into my jeans. His eyes rise to mine and he looks me in the eyes and says, "Look, I'm not going to fib to you. You've peed your underwear pretty well. So, the choice you have is to go commando, no underwear, or wear the pee underwear."

His face softens as I try to decide and tears start falling from my shaky eyes. "I'm sorry, Zack. Don't be disappointed." He smiles and kisses me on my lips and moves me to sit down on the toilet. He slides off my pants, then my underwear, and then he leans down, taking my penis in his mouth. I moan slightly. He slid a finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it to keep quiet. The little more deeper and intimate moans slip through. He pulls off, licks his lips, and goes back down. He licks around my penis and balls, causing me to whimper.

He sits up and smiles at me, "Well, I have to get you clean." He puts my pants back on, fits my cowboy boots on tight, and smells my underwear.

"Yuk, don't those smell like pee?"

"Yup, but it's your pee, I love everything about you. I will never be disappointed in you AJ."

I meet Zack's smile with one of my own and he spins around, so I climb on his back. After washing our hands, he throws away my underwear and suggests we ask for a couple of new packages of underwear when we are at the store. As we leave the bathroom, I look back to see a man taking my pee underwear out of the trash, slipping them into his pocket after smelling them. Some people are just weird.

We rejoin our parents and Zack hands me off to Dad, and he allows me to climb on his back. I lay my head on his back and Zack holds my knee. I'm not a huge fan of commando, honestly. It kind of rubs on my penis, giving me a stiffy, but it could be worse. I could have peed in my underwear.

***Zack

On the way to the Farm & Feed store, dad stopped at a medical store. AJ looks at me, and I can clearly see that he's upset. "Hey buddy, calm down. We'll only be here for a little while."

He looks at his mom and turns a shade or two of red. He looks to me embarrassed to tears, "I don't want to do this now!"

"AJ, honey, I'll stay in the car. Jack will help you, okay?"

I nod and give AJ a reassuring hug. "Do you want me to come too?" I ask.

He whispers, "Yes," as he hides his face in my shoulder.

Dad helps AJ out of the SUV and hikes him high in the air on his shoulders. AJ looks behind dad at me and I reach up with his crutches. Tapping him on his back with his own crutches, making him giggle as he swats at them.

Once we get onto the sidewalk dad puts AJ down and I help him with his crutches. Opening the door, I watched him hobble into the store. Dad and I follow and the smell of a hospital wafts over me, curling my nose. It doesn't seem to bother AJ. I think he just wants to get this over with.

"Okay young man, now on every trip after this, I will bring you here and you will have to come in by yourself to get your own pull-ups. AJ spins around on us and dad kneels down in front of him. He looks at me with his famous puppy dog eyes. "Don't look to him for help, he won't be with us. Listen son..." AJ looks at him when he mentions the word `Son.' I want to hug him, but I know dad is trying to do something, so I wait and watch, "...you're having a wetting problem. We will give you the things you need to fix it, but soon, the only person that can fix it is you. Not me or Zack, I'm guessing it was a defensive measure against what Micheal was doing. But now your body can't stop. So today I'm going to show you what to buy, and from now after this, it's up to you, okay?" AJ looks ashamed, smaller somehow.

Dad lifts AJ's chin and says, "Don't be ashamed, AJ. I had a major bed-wetting problem when I was your age. This is what my father did, and it worked. I'm proud of you to tell Zack and me about your problem. That is the first step. This is the second." He picks up AJ and hands me the crutches. "Let's see what will be best to fix our problem." He gives AJ a little bounce on his hip and heads down the hall.

Standing in front of the pull ups, kid diapers, we find AJ's age and end up finding his waist size a couple years younger. I look around to make sure there isn't any other kids here. I don't want any of our friends to see us here. Dad pats my chest and says, "Eyes forward there, Zackary." He used my full first name. He never does that unless he is disappointed in me or he is really, really pissed. AJ looks at me as if he's upset with me, then Dad gives him a little shake, grabbing his attention. "AJ, I need pure honesty here. What type of problem do you have?"

He shrugs, "I don't know."

"Well, I don't think you're peeing your pants, just your underwear. Have you peed your sheets?"

"No," and he shakes his head back and forth.

Dad looks at me and I shake my head, `No.' He puts down the pull-ups and picks up the other package of something called, Under-Pads. "I'm thinking you only need these during the day since you only have a problem with dribbling. I can smell it at the end of the day. These things have a sticky side that Zack will help you put in your underwear in front of your umm... penis. So, when you go back to school Monday..." and he gives AJ a little squeeze. "...you will be protected from small accidents. This is not a license to pee your pants, AJ. The idea is that you make it to the bathroom, so you don't need these." AJ takes the package and looks it over, nodding to dad.

"Now let's see what we can do at night to help. If you're not peeing the sheets, then you're still getting up to pee, just not in time," says Dad as he leads us to an electronics section. He looks through the boxes and picks one to show us. "This is a damp alarm. If you start dribbling at night, it will go off at the first sign of dampness. When it wakes you up, get to the bathroom quickly."

We take our items to the counter and I place two packages of little boy underwear, one of briefs and one of boxers, on the pile. "He needs these," dad nods and pays for them.

Gateway Academy

My three roommates are in the room with me during study time. The senior is on his bed and the junior is on his. The freshman is at my desk, and I sit cross-legged on the floor to his right... naked, following rule one. I don't want any more punishments. He periodically reaches down and plays with my hard-on, keeping me hard going on two hours now. It hurts so badly, I need to cum. I can't wait till they let me just jack-off and release.

***Room Rules:

Rule one: The youngest is to be naked at all times or he will receive a punishment.

Rule two: Every night there will be a suck day or fuck day for the youngest.

Rule three: the door stays open so everyone walking by sees my shame, or he will receive a punishment.

Rule four: the youngest will always keep the room clean and orderly. If the room gets a demerit, then he will receive a punishment.

These are the rules that I now live by. The rules were set upon me by my roommates and supported by the management of this school. Just a bunch of homos as far as I'm concerned. The freshman reaches down and begins to jack me off to keep me hard. He does it till I start breathing heavily or until my body jerks a little, then he stops. If I cum, then he get's a punishment. I don't think he's a complete faggot. Whatever he is made to do to me, his face isn't enjoying it and he normally says he's sorry. When he is made to fuck me, he cries and whispers in my ear, begging for forgiveness. What a pussy.

The junior, on the other hand, is so into this that I'm surprised he doesn't rape me every night and kidnap me so he can have me all to himself. He's always willing to hurt me and normally does it even if he's not asked to. One day last week, the senior had to pull him off me and a med student had to come stop the bleeding from my ass. He's a right o'sicko.

The senior is the fucking leader. Half of the time, he doesn't even participate. He has me suck him on those days, but he only fucks me when his girlfriend blue balls him. He's more into humiliation and punishment than the actual sex act. With the junior here, he just has to instruct and then sit back and watch. He doesn't need to participate.

There is a knock on the door and we all look up, my cheeks flush red a little when the head boy walks in. "I see you boys are having fun. The eighth-year has a couple of visitors," he says and winks at me.

"Who is visiting you, cocksucker?" Spits out the senior and swings his legs off the bed and reaches over with his foot and pushes my head a little. "You can have your visits here in the room. Because you didn't clear them with me before hand, you get double-the-fucks tonight!"

"Yes!!" Cheers the junior. "I love double-the-fucks night!"

I sigh and wonder who the hell is here. He foots me across my head and has me stand up so my hard-on is more presentable. We wait for my visitors to walk in. Soon, two large men walk in, a white and a black man. They take in the room and scan the hall to make sure they remember everything in their surroundings. My eyes shift back and forth between them, flashing a little anger.

"About fucking time!" I shout and walk over to the dresser and get out a pair of underwear. The three roommates look at me with questionable looks as I put on the briefs. "Tell my dumbass roommates your names."

The white man is a little taller, in a olive green sweater, a crew-cut, black slacks, and looks like he can win Mr. Universe. He says, "You May call me Franklin. Your father sends you his love and is sorry it took this long to get approval for us to be here."

The black man is bald, in a button-up shirt, a black open jacket, black slacks, and his hands are on his hips. "My name is Rick; It's nice to see you sir."

"You have no idea what these assholes...!" I stop, take a breath, turn around, and grab a pair of school pants, then notice the looks in my roommates' eyes. "Oh you three must be lost. These two men work for me. They have been my bodyguards for five years. They have hidden bodies for me, so don't think for a moment they won't do exactly what I tell them." I pull my pants up and fish out a shirt with a jacket with the school symbol on it out of the closet. "Okay, let's get something straightened out. I like your rules, but from now on, they don't apply to me, they apply to you three." I watch their faces, and the junior is the only one licking his lips. The freshman and senior look like they are about to hyperventilate.

Tying my shoes, I look up to the three, "Wait... not me you faggots. I'm not queer like you lot. But unfortunately for you three, Franklin and Rick here are. They normally pay top dollar for three queens like you guys. One of them will always be here in this room and the other one will always be at my side." I grab my books and stop at the door, "Let's see, tonight was double-fuck night, no time like the present."

Rick undoes his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles. He swings his adult, eight-inch dick from leg to leg as I walk out. I hear the freshman say, with tears already in his eyes, "But they forced me. They forced me now for two years. I told you how sorry I was and I would never do that to you willingly..."

I drop my books and rush at him as fast as I can, pushing the freshman down to the ground and hopping on his chest. "BUT YOUR CUM IS IN MY ASS AND MY STOMACH! THERE IS SO MUCH OF YOUR CUM IN MY BODY, I CAN TELL YOU THREE APART WHEN IM BLINDFOLDED!" I take a minute and shake the visions of the same fear I saw in AJ's face, and for a moment, I'm yelling at AJ. Looking at the boy's face, he's just a year older than me, but he seems to be thinner and his face more girl-like than boy.

I get up and fix my jacket before walking back to the door. I look to Franklin and Rick and instruct them, "Not the little one, he belongs to me from now on. Franklin, call someone, he is going to need new sleep wear, something pink and pretty." Franklin picks up my books and pulls out his cell phone to make his call.

End of Counting - Chapter 16 - Tux

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