The Travis Theory 20

The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs

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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs

CH20

I heard mom yelling in the distance to get up and dressed for school. Knowing it was Saturday morning, I stayed put. I rolled over and

Travis was not in bed. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes. The next thing I heard was dad coming in the room, "Wake up bright eyes, it's Friday, the last day of school for the week."

"Daddy, its Saturday. Where is Travis?" I mumbled.

I felt a hard smack on my bottom, "Come on sport, and wake up so you can eat before school, and Travis better be at home, if he plans on spending the weekend." He said as he left the room.

I sat up and looked around the room. I looked at the clock. Dad would not make the mistake of what day it was even if mom would. My head felt cloudy, nothing felt right. I fumbled to the bathroom and took care of business and then took my shower, thinking it would get me out of the cloud. It did not help.

I dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I sat and looked at the food. It was my favorite, eggs on muffins, but for some reason it was not appetizing. I looked up at mom, "I am not hungry."

She gave me a frown and came over and felt my forehead, "Honey get the thermometer, Stevie feels like he is burning up."

I heard dad in the bathroom and he came out with an ear thermometer. He handed it to mom and she put it in my ear. A few seconds later it went off, and she announced, "It is 101F, you won't be going to school today."

"But it's Saturday anyway. Where is Travis?" I know, I whined.

Dad frowned, "You are really out of it. You get out of your clothes and go back to bed. I'll be up in a minute."

That is all I needed. My own dad was going to give me a physical – again. He had done it all my life but he was my dad, and now I just felt weird. I went back upstairs and pulled my clothes off and prepared for what was coming. I had cold chills and I was thirsty.

Dad came in and sat on the bed with me. Open mouth insert tongue depressor, ahhhh. Does it hurt here... ouch that hurts... "Dad!"

"Lie down, cover up... I'll send the pharmacy over with some meds and juices. You stay in bed, and when they get here put on shorts before you answer the door." He covered me up, kissed my forehead, and left the room.

Now although I was in no condition to be thinking about anything, it occurred to me that I had one hell of a dream. I looked at my thumb. Before I fell asleep, all I could think of was my chocolate mint thumb. I was sick enough; I just put it back in my mouth and fell asleep. Maybe I would have that sweet dream again.

Could anyone possibly have a dream so realistic? Could they dream they slept with someone they loved and did things to them that they would never consider doing while they were awake? Or was it that the brain was saying I want to do that and I will make you do it one-way or the other? It sure did not seem like it was a dream. I felt everything.

"Hey Stevie wake up!" I heard Travis fussing, "You have to wake up and take these pills, drink a glass of apple juice and then go back to sleep." I turned my head and opened my eyes. The angel was dressed, sitting on my bed. When I grinned, I bit down on my thumb and quickly pulled it out of my mouth, trying to hide it. He sat there with a smirk, with two pills and a glass of juice, "When you weren't at school I called here and no one answered so I called your dad's office, they gave me crap but said you were home sick. So I came over and there were groceries and pills from the store and I brought them in and saw your mom's note to you. So I am your nurse the rest of the week."

I sat up to take the pills. I was thirsty so the apple juice did not last long. He went downstairs to get another glass and I sat up in bed properly, using a pillow to prop myself up. He came back in, and stared at me, "You are not staying up. You drink this, go pee if you have to, and get back in bed." He handed me the glass, "If you started sweating and got the bed all wet I already have dry sheets. The note says you are supposed to stay covered up, and why are you looking at me like that?"

"I had a dream about you." I was trying to grin but I am not sure he could see it.

"I dream about you all the time, but I am sure you don't want to hear about my dreams of us. So what did you dream?" He grinned.

"I am not saying but it was real!" I answered then finished the juice and sat it on the nightstand.

"Lay back down, you are not using me as an excuse to stay sick. I'll be in the weight room so use the intercom if you need something. I'll check on you every couple of hours." The phone rang and he picked it up, "Hi mom... Yes, I came home when I saw he wasn't in school. I brought the groceries and meds in when I got here... Yes, he took them just now. I will take care of him after my University classes in the mornings... No, I don't need to worry about the grade school stuff. I will have Tristan bring home our homework; we won't get far behind... I found his sheets so I will change them and take care of everything. Yes, I will feed him if he gets hungry but right now, he is about to fall asleep again... Two glasses of juice so far, but we will probably need more... He keeps staring at me weird but he is okay I think... Okay, I'll call my mom... and mom, you have to tell him I am the boss because once he starts thinking he is well he won't listen anymore." Travis handed me the phone.

I listened to a lecture about behaving and how Travis was going out of his way for me and I best behave and not give him a hard time. "Can I at least watch television when I am awake?" I asked, as I was looking for Travis' expression.

Travis took the phone back, talked for another minute and hung up. He looked at me, then reached behind me and pulled the pillow out from behind me, "Now lay down, I'll say when you are well enough to watch television." He helped me get repositioned, and I started falling asleep when I heard the doorbell ring. Travis looked at the clock. School was not out so I wondered who was at the door. Travis went down stairs to see. The front door was too far away for me to hear him talking. When I closed my eyes, I fell back to sleep.

It was dinner time and Travis sat on the bed holding a platter with a bowl of chicken soup on it, "I don't know if you are hungry yet, but I brought up some chicken soup. Your dad will be up in a few minutes. Your mom just left. Just so you know I have been sitting here watching your wiener. I know you are sick because he didn't move at all. I covered you back up before your mom came in. I have to go home and eat. Your dad wants me to stay home at night but I can come back in the morning. He doesn't want me to catch whatever it is you have. He thinks it could be the flu or bubonic plague. It's probably the mumps or something terribly worse. You may survive if you listen to me and him."

I sat up and looked at him, "I am thirsty."

He sat the platter on the nightstand and ran down for more juice. He came back up in seconds and handed me the glass, "Drink it slow." He commanded.

After I finished, I looked at him, "You're making that up."

"Maybe I am maybe I'm not, it don't matter as long as you listen to me." He grinned.

Dad stepped in, "Nurse Travis how is the patient doing?"

Travis' grin widened at the statement, "He is doing fine. No puking or gut wrenching poops so far. He has gone through five boxes of tissues, and he talks like he has a frog in his throat. Except for his insistence he is not sick, everything is fine."

I was too sick to argue with anything he said. Dad sat on the bed and hugged me, then became a doctor and took my temperature and "vitals." He made sure I had been taking my pills every four hours, and drinking a lot. He said I didn't pee much yet cause I hadn't made up the electrolytes that my body needed to start cleaning itself, so he enlisted Nurse Travis to force eight ounces of water down me each hour as well as a glass of juice. The juice had to be mixed vegetable juice, white grape juice, apple juice, or orange juice; it seems suddenly we had an abundance of all of them. Everything became a daze. I was wiped out physically, I just wanted to sleep, yet at the same time I had terrible dreams. People kept moving me.

When I finally woke up... Travis was sitting there on the bed reading a book. "What time is it?" I asked.

He turned at looked at me, "Six-thirty in the evening."

"I don't believe I slept all day." I yawned.

He smiled at me, "Do your diapers fit well?"

I laughed, thinking he was joking. When I realized he wasn't, I pulled up the blankets and saw that I was actually wearing a diaper. While I was doing that, he called out for my mom and dad telling them I was awake.

The diaper I was wearing was wet. I heard mom and dad coming up the stairs and I carefully walked to the bathroom. My legs felt like mush. Travis grabbed me and helped me, "Maybe you should have waited for me to help!" He said.

I pulled the wet diaper off and threw it in the trash. Then I realized there were several diapers in the trash. I looked at Travis, "What is going on?"

"You better take a shower. I will get underdressed and help you." He smiled.

Dad came in the bathroom and saw me in the shower and Travis getting undressed. He sighed, "Well, once Travis has you smelling decent mom and I would like to hold you... if that is alright with Travis."

Travis said nothing and stepped into the shower, making sure the water was decent before turning it on me. Dad grabbed the trashcan half full of diapers and left the room.

I watched Travis for a bit, "I can still wash myself." I proclaimed.

"Maybe, but you are weak Stevie. It is going to take me months to get you back into shape." He answered.

"Get me back in shape?" I asked.

"You can't lie around sick for three months and expect to do somersaults Stevie." He explained as he kept washing me.

"It's only been a few hours, a day at the most. What do you mean three months?" I became worried.

He stood up and then I could see he was as tall as or maybe even a little taller than me, and he had more muscles. I looked at my own lack of muscles. Before this I was looking good, now I looked like a string bean that had been starved.

"You had some kind of flu. It's a pretty big outbreak but they the worst is over. I have been with you almost every day. Some of the other kids have come to see you. No one but you got that bug so far at least. The only reason you didn't end up in the hospital is because your dad is a doctor and could get anything you needed."

As he washed me I looked at my veins. There was no doubt in my mind they were feeding me through tubes, and I had lost my weight. That would explain how Travis grew taller than me... and something else grew too. "What about the diapers?" I asked.

"Lucky for you your mom and dad changed the ones you shit in. I sure wouldn't have, they were gross. I changed the wet ones though, not that it was much better." He smiled.

I was taken aback by his vulgarity. I didn't ever remember him speaking like that before. He continued, "It will take you a couple of weeks to put any weight back on. If we just do mild exercises after that we can probably get you back to where you were in three or four months. Stevie are you listening to me?"

Although I felt I was only half there with him, the image of his privates stuck in the forefront of my mind. He was gentle and thorough and when he finished he dried me off. He helped me put a pair of shorts on, and then we went down the stairs slowly.

Mom and dad were all over me with hugging and kissing and holding. Travis was watching me. I was not sure what he was watching me for, but he was intense. I sat on dads lap while mom went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of juice.

They filled me in on what happened for the last three months. Travis watching over me took up most of the conversation with dad and mom at work. I had been in the hospital about two weeks, and was taken home. Dad of course kept IV's in me to keep me hydrated and with food. I lost weight and muscle but I survived.

The doctors said it wasn't the flu. They didn't know what it was, and they had no hope for me to recover. In my case I did recover. Oddly mom, dad and Travis didn't catch whatever I had.

There were cards and gifts, mostly chocolate's, that were from the kids at and some of the teachers at school. Between the three of them, they told me everything they could remember. Still there was more to it. I could see it on Travis' face. The grandparents from both sides came over as well as a few aunts and uncles, and some of my cousins. Travis stayed with me during the time visitors came over.

By the time I was well enough to stand on my own and take care of myself half the school year was almost over. Travis had taken me for short walks for a while and then longer ones as time went by. He was very patient, and when he thought I was ready, some of the guys started joining us.

One day we were at the pool. Travis was setting next to me and out of the blue said, "You know your dad took blood sample from you every day. He put them in a box and sent them to something called the CDC in some other State, but I don't remember the name of it."

"It was probably a blood testing site. Since no one knows exactly what I had I can understand that." I answered.

He pursed his lips, "Every day though? How much can blood change in twenty four hours?"

My dad was a pretty important person as far as Surgeons go. If he took a vial of blood everyday there must be some reason to do it... but now that I am well he is still doing it. "Maybe we should ask him tonight. After all it is my blood and although I am not running and playing yet, I am well, and he is still doing it."

"Your dad told me you were so sick you didn't grow that whole three months and now I am taller than you." He pulled my wiener, "A lot bigger down there too."

I smacked his hand, and looked over at his, "Well so what. Mine will grow just like everyone else's."

He looked at me and frowned, "If you say so. Even if it doesn't grow I still like it."

I looked at him and he had a devilish grin on his face. I know I smirked but didn't mean to, "So you are big and strong and can make me do anything. Do you think that's right?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I can get you in that water easy enough and just rub. Just like all the other times you would melt."

For whatever reason, I was not in the mood. I hadn't been in the mood for months, at least since I had got well. Maybe I wasn't well after all. I stood up and wrapped a towel around me and went into the house. I am sure he was gawking in disbelief. He followed me in and joined me at the kitchen counter. "Have I done something wrong Stevie? Don't you like me anymore?"

I shrugged, "I love you. I am just not ready for things like that yet. You just don't understand." I didn't understand it myself, so how could I make him understand.

I didn't know what to say. He was trying to read my expression, if I had one at all. He looked like I stabbed him in the heart. "I don't like it and I don't understand but I want you happy." He replied.

Then he changed the subject, "I think you are well enough to go back to school."

"I think so too, but I have so much to catch up with." I answered.

"I will help you do that." He smiled.

The out of the blue I said something stupid, "Travis why are you always there for me?"

He stood up with his growing wiener flopping. He looked around for a moment or two, and then stared at me, "Because I love you. I guess more than you love me. I thought if I was sick like you were, or worse you would have been by me the whole time."

Okay I deserved that. "I didn't mean it like that. Of course I would be by your side. You are just upset because I just don't feel like I am one hundred percent ready yet, and you probably have been wiggling since I got sick."

The front door opened and his mom came in and saved me. "How are you boys doing? Would you mind getting some shorts on and helping me bring in the groceries?"

We got our shorts and went out to... a van full of groceries. The guy driving it was already out with the back door open loading boxes onto a dolly. He smiled and said "I'll get the boxes don't worry they will be too heavy for you. You can get the things out of your mom's car."

I looked at Travis who was grinding his teeth at the statement, but he went over and opened the car door and started getting things out, only giving me the light packages. He didn't say much while we put everything into the kitchen. The living room was full of boxes... an entire truck load of boxes. I finally asked, "Does your mom always shop like this?"

"She has finally lost it... she is nuts." He started looking in the boxes, "Cereals, dried milk? Peanut butter... flour... what's up with her anyway?"

She led us downstairs, where Mac or Travis' dad had built a whole basement full of storage shelves, "Boys I want you to bring those boxes down here one at a time and put the contents on the shelves. There will be several trucks coming today and then tomorrow they will be at Stevie's house, I expect you to help Stevie over there."

Travis looked at me and shrugged with a warning not to say anything. She supervised as we brought down box after box. Only a few boxes had brand name stuff in them, most of it was store brands, the cheap stuff. Finally, after the third truck Travis piped up, "Are we having a giant party?"

"No dear, Stevie's mom and dad talked us into buying in bulk lots in case of disaster, like a tornado or earthquake." She explained.

I didn't buy that story and neither did Travis. We heard the front door open and close and Mac came running down the stairs and looked around, "Sorry I wasn't here to help but you guys did a great job. I'll smash the boxes down and put them in the dumpster."

Travis frowned, "We did the work we get to have the fun, and you can take them to the dumpster after we smash them."

Mac had a faint smile and shrugged, "Okay you win!"

I was helping Travis bust down the boxes, but my mind was elsewhere in the basement. There were four beds there, not bad, but the frames were made of metal. There were medical supplies which blatantly had dad's hospital logo on them. My stomach became queasy. I turned to Mac, "Who built those beds?"

"I built them, cool huh?" He asked.

"Are you expecting relatives?" I asked.

Travis stopped and looked at the beds. I pointed to the basement door, "You replaced the basement door with a metal one? You have a new kitchen down here too. What are you guys up to? Are you expecting a nuclear war?" It wasn't just a new kitchen, it had normal kitchen counters and a sink, but the cabinets were old, the stove looked like it was older than my grandpa and the oven seemed to be inside the stove. There was a toilet and simple shower installed in another corner.

"I have been working on your house and our house for weeks, just to make your dad happy Stevie. I have no idea what it is about." Mac answered.

I couldn't tell if he was lying or not but I needed to go home and see for myself. "I will see you tomorrow Travis, I have to go home now. I forgot my clothes as I ran down the street and around the corner. I was in my underwear standing at the front door trying to open it. My key was in my clothes back at Travis' house.

I was a little upset at myself and sat on the top stair of the porch. I waited until dad came home and opened the door, "Still a little chili out isn't it to be running around without your shoes and shorts?"

I ignored him and once the door opened I burst through it and went to the basement. "Hey buddy, slow it down, what is wrong?" I heard dad ask as he quickly came over to me.

The door was a metal one. You could tell it was heavy and it was solid, "When did we get a new basement door?" I asked.

"While you were sick in bed Stevie... what is bothering you?" He asked.

The door had a deadbolt on it, and not a cheap one. It was all made to look like a regular door, but I knew it wasn't. "Would you please open it and let me look?"

Dad sighed, "You look scared Stevie... here is the key you can open it yourself."

I was sure he was not going to let me go down there, but I opened the door and went down the four stairs into the basement. Dad followed me. He grabbed my shoulders, "See nothing unusual."

"I know I haven't been down here much, but isn't that all new shelving, and why is there a kitchen and bathroom down here? You have sealers all over the basement windows and stuffing in the vents. You have a space heater down here and a small weird looking air conditioner. You have three beds. What is all this about?"

Before he was able to answer I noticed a new stainless steel door in the corner. I walked over and opened it. It was a walk in freezer, stuffed with meat. There was another door indie it, and I opened it up to a large cooler. Mostly filled with water jugs and bottled water. I came out after closing the door and looked at dad. I didn't realize I was shaking or crying. I just looked at him, "What is all this for?"

He came over and hugged me tight like he wouldn't ever let go, "Some other people caught what you had. They live on the other side of town. This is just in case a lot of people get it."

I looked up at him, "You told my friends parents?"

"All of them baby, all of them. Some believed me, some didn't think it would be a problem, and some thought I was nuts. I can't tell you which was which; I had to get to a lot of them quickly. Travis' parents believed me from the first. They are hoping Travis didn't get the flu from you."

I settled down and hugged him as long as he would let me and then took a shower. Okay it is about the flu, now I understood, if mom and dad got sick at the same time then they needed me to take care of things. I couldn't run to the store all the time, so it was best we were stocked up for at least three months.

I pulled my underwear on and my shorts and ran barefoot down to dad. He was drinking coffee in the family room and looked up at me, "Is everything okay?"

"I have some questions, like why are you still taking my blood everyday if I am well?" I blurted out the question.

He sat down the coffee cup and motioned for me to sit next to him. I went over and sat on the couch waiting. He smiled that melting dad smile no kid can stand, "Well there are people getting sick out there. Some of them are pretty bad off. You and others survived, and by having samples of your blood, they may find a cure for it. That is the only reason I am taking samples, and that is to save lives."

"Save lives? Do you mean people are dying from what I had?" I asked because he puzzled me.

"Well we do not even know if they are related to what you have. It is just a precaution. Maybe you had something new and we want to protect others, or maybe it's nothing more than pneumonia that took what seems like forever to get rid of. We just do not know yet."

"It wasn't pneumonia though was it?" I asked.

He squirmed and dropped his eyes, "No it wasn't. We still do not know what it was."

"If you knew would you tell me?" I asked.

He looked back up at me, "Yes I would."

"Okay if my blood is that important, then what is the real reason you are taking it? Travis says you are mailing it overnight someplace."

He turned slowly, grabbed my knees and looked into my eyes, "There is a new type of flu going around. Mostly it is in the bigger cities. There are a few people in Phoenix that have it. The Center for disease Control wants blood samples from everyone that has it, or survived it. Like I said before we do not know yet if it is the same thing that you had. Since we do not know what you had, they want samples."

Well that made sense; at least he wasn't selling me to some vampire. I thought about the basement, "Why is the basement closed off like a separate house?"

He frowned, "You know most of our friends are doctors, their kids come over to play with you. When they start putting people in the hospital and they don't know why the people are sick, we call in specialists. We think this flu could spread, and if your mom or I get sick, you have a place to take care of us that is secure. The heat and air conditioner and the filers on everything will hopefully stop viruses getting through, and that is saying it doesn't get to you again. Tomorrow like at Travis' house you boys will bring in supplies to last at least six months."

He pulled me up by the arms and held me close and whispered, "The medical community here in Scottsdale is worried about what is going on in Phoenix, Some of us are just preparing for the worst, and I hope you can adjust and come through for your mom and me." He paused, "We might have a reason to be worried, and we would like to be as safe as possible, and your friends too."

I was settled down for the time being. I went to my room and played games until I heard mom come home. When I heard her in the kitchen talking to dad I ran down the stairs and hugged her. "What have you been up to today?" She asked.

I told her about seeing the food at Travis' house and our basement. She raised an eyebrow, and whispered, "I think your dad has a loose screw, and there is nothing to be worried about it is just the flu. He is just trying to scare you."

"Well it is sorta working mom." I said looking into her eyes.

"Honey don't mind what Mac and dad are doing, they are doing big man fantasies and they will probably end up using those rooms as a guy place. You wait and see, before long they will have a big screen television down there and the basement will be stocked with beer or worse." She smiled, "This flu thing that you had, you were worn to a frazzle when you got it, and it just a long time for you to recover. Your dad may not be over reacting to that, but on everything else he is. Now come, I'll make a snack for you. Where is Travis?"

I slapped my forehead and stood grabbing the telephone. I speed dialed Travis. He answered the phone, "Thanks buddy for leaving me with all the work!"

I sighed, "I was scared."

"That was four hours ago. I will be over after I take a shower and eat dinner. Just remember I would never run out on you like that." He stated. Then the phone went dead.

I looked at mom. I was upset and sad of course, "I think he is upset at me. He will be over after dinner... I think. He really is mad though."

She frowned at me, "What did you do this time?"

I squirmed and wiggled. "Stop that Stevie, now what did you do this time?" she asked again.

I sighed, "I was supposed to help bring in the groceries and smash down the boxes and I came home instead."

She shook her head so I knew I was a bad boy, "Yes I suppose desertion would be something to be upset about."

That didn't help at all. I didn't actually desert him, I just left. Okay so it sort of was desertion, but it wasn't intentional. Regardless he would be really upset when he came over. That meant all weekend would be ruined and I had to go back to school on Monday.

After dinner I sat next to dad on the couch while he was watching television. He wrapped his arm around me while mom was busy. I figured if Dad had me all Travis could do was give me dirty looks. Of course he had a lot of patience and would simply wait until bedtime then get me. No, he wouldn't hit me, but he would make me feel like poop. All I had to do then was to stay awake longer than him, run up and get in bed and I would be safe. He would wake up and come up later, but I would be asleep and he would leave me alone... I hoped.

While dad watched television, I watched the clock. At 7:30 P.M. the front door opened, I checked the clock. I heard the door close and Travis walking past the living room into the Family room. Dad turned around and gave him a warm welcome. Mom brought in a juice for him, and he sat in the overstuffed chair so he could see me and dad. He would ignore the television of course.

He was cheery to mom and dad, but as soon as they went about their business, he just stared at me. I tried to ignore him but I failed miserably. I tried my smile on him. He tilted his head and looked at me as if I had lost my mind.

I gave up and finally pulled away from dad and looked at Travis, "Okay so you are mad at me. I did you and Mac wrong. I got scared. I should have just stayed with you and found out later." He was still staring at me and I continued, "I am sorry. I was in the wrong."

His head came back up, "Well, tomorrow you are going to have to make up for it." Then his lips became twisted a little, "I will help bring the groceries in, but you are going to have to do all the stocking to make up for it. If you do a good job, I may help you break down the boxes and wait for you to take them to the dumpster."

"So you are not mad at me?" I asked.

"I can never be mad at you... well anymore. Maybe I am a little fussy... no I am a whole lot fussy, but I will get over it."

A commercial came on and dad heard the last part of what Travis said, "What are you two in deep conversation about... and whispering at that?"

Travis smiled, "We didn't want to bother you while you were watching the news." He looked up at dad, "Maybe we could play a word game?"

So then began a word game – several in fact. Mom had made popcorn for us, juice for Travis while the rest of us had soda. The game was actually between Mom, dad and Travis. I did not have their vocabulary, or drive, to even try.

Two hours later mom told us to get ready for bed, which meant go to bed. We went upstairs and got undressed and climbed in. Travis looked at me, "I am bigger than you. You know that right?"

"I noticed." I answered, "It is just as well you have always been bossy. Now you are bigger and will probably be even bossier."

He pulled the sheet down, "I was talking about down here."

I looked, "Well, you didn't have to make it big. I already knew it was bigger than me."

"There is more to play with now." He smiled.

"Braggart!" I said.

"I thought you would like it." He frowned.

"Did it occur to you Travis that I am older than you and tougher than you, and now you have more muscles than anyone and a wiener to go with it? Don't you realize how that makes me feel?"

"I don't know about being tougher than me, I really doubt that." He rolled on top of me and I could feel that monster on my pelvic, "Anyway it just makes you my baby."

Now it was my turn to frown and he started rubbing his hands all over me, as well as rubbing his monster on my tiny. He was winning and he knew it. It had been a long time and he was taking advantage of that. Of course I had no idea what he had been up all that time. Travis touching me again felt good. I began to melt.

My legs spread and his legs went in between mine. His right hand went under my back to help him push me up to press against that big monster. His other hand was touching me all over.

Then there was the kiss. I knew he was going to do it. He always loved kissing me. I was too weak and just let him. After an hour he had word me out. He smiled, "Well, I guess you are strong enough to last a little while. He got off me and cuddled me the rest of the night.

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