ate: Wed, 06 Oct 1999 20:16:27 +0930 From: papernquill@hotmail.com Subject: sdwt2 part 5 The secret Diary of Toby Wilson II Part5 The scene opens to a picture of pure sloth. Craig is laying on the couch, in his socks and boxers. A bag of half-eaten Dorito's are on his chest and the dog is laying across his feet. "Yeah I just about crapped myself when I heard that door rattle." Craig reaches into his boxers and pokes his willy back into place. (The dog has a habit of licking anything new.) Toby is on the other end of the phone. The scene there is fairly similar except that Toby is lying on his bed, drinking a huge coffee from a soup mug. Toby is quite an amateur author; he always drinks a huge 'Mug of the black stuff' with loads of sugar, while he's writing. (snap) "Craig?" The tone changes to serious. "I really want to have another try", Toby whispers and throws a pillow at his door, which slams it shut. "At doing it, again." Toby's heart begins to beat as pictures, and feelings felt washed over his minds eye. Craig's loins began to react, and he had to move the corn chips over his willy. The dog was not impressed. The sickly feeling, that Craig had experienced earlier in the day returned, and burnt at his stomach. He was sure he wanted to have more serious sex Toby, but was not sure if Toby was ready for a serious relationship. Damb! he wasn't sure. "Yeah, that would be great. Hopefully we want get disturbed this time. Perhaps we could mess around during the sleep over?" "Cool! We can either wait until everyone is asleep, or we can meet in my sisters room, she's going to Suessan's." ((Toby's sisters exact words rang more like," If you think Im going to sleep in house packed full of testosteronic males you're dreaming. I could wake up pregnant by just breathing the air hahhaha !")) "Cool!" Craig sat up and brushed the crumbs out of his belly button. "Listen Craig Ive got to get off the phone. Toby's sister had opened the door and leered in through the crack . "My sister is giving me those looks." Toby's sister had this special way of staring at Toby that reminded him that he was the youngest, and would foul to age further if he didn't meet certain requirements. "ok Tobs see you tomorrow dude." "See you Craig." Toby hung up. Craig placed the phone the hook and turned in time to see the dog leaving the room with his packet of Corn chips in his mouth. "hey Barney, bring them, back!" ____________________________ David ____________________________ David and his Dad were sitting at the table. David's mother was a nurse, and was never home much before 8.00pm, so it was not unusual to find David and his Father the only ones home. "Did you get to school on time this morning David?" Asked his Dad covering his food with acres of salt. "Yes Dad, I got there just on time." "What the hell were you dreaming about boy, you looked awful?" David found it easy to talk to his Dad but could not tell him what was in the dream, David's face turned red while he thought of something. "It was nothing Dad, just some dumb dream..I……" David's Dad reached for his hand over the table, and gently rubbed his fingers. "Look Dave don't be embarrassed we've all had wet dreams why I uses to wake up in a pool of……" David began to laugh a little. "I know about wet dreams Dad, and it wasn't one of those." lied David." It was just a stupid dream. Dave's Dad could see he was not going to get anywhere and let it go." Ok David, If you're sure. You know, you can ask me anything, you can't shock your old man." "Thanks Dad, I know" David loved his Dad, they were very much alike, but he knew if he told him about his dream he would have a seizure. They carried on with their meal in silence. David's Dad was sure there was something eating at his son, this was confirmed when David stopped to speak. "Dad? What does it mean when you both, dream and constantly think about someone, not on purpose, but they just keep comi….popping into you head?" " That's pretty normal David, it means you either, have or are going to share something really special with that person. I used to dream about your mother all the time, now I try and dream about Pamela Anderson hahahahahaha." The guys laughed as they finished their meal and stood to put their plates in the dishwasher. David's Dad put his arm around his son. "David Who or what ever it is you are dreaming about, don't fight it let it happen. You will only tie yourself in knots over something that is happening in your head. Don't ever try and make sense of your dreams, reality is confusing enough." David felt a little better. He had forgotten what a comfort his father could be. They disappeared into the lounge room and planted themselves in front of the TV. David allowed himself to sink into the chair, it took the literal pressure off his shoulders. He felt much better that he spoken to someone, ever though it was slightly miss directed by David's lack if true information. It dawned on David that know matter what he dreamed or who ever he dreamed about, it was private and could not effect the anyone but himself. The one thing he could not talk away or explain, were his newfound feelings for Toby and Craig. David has no Idea that these feeling could only be dealt with in reality. … ____________________________________________________________________________ well I hope you enjoyed part 5. Part 6 is on the way. Everyone seems to be waiting for the sleepover?? please feel free to drop me a line all comments welcome good or bad. papernquill@hotmail.com thanks The Bard