Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 28: Flashback

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	"Get the directions out of the glove compartment, will you, Ed?"
	Ed reached in and grabbed the slip of paper. He handed it to Arnold
who had driven the car into a gas station and was pulling up in front of
the attendant's booth. His huge cock had long since deflated and now was
laying across his thigh under the front tails of the short sleeve shirt he
had on. As he approached the island a woman in her early twenties stepped
out and waited for the car to come to a stop. She leaned down to take
Arnold's gas order and her gaze immediately dropped to Arnold's crotch. Her
eyes widened and she whistled in amazement.
	"Whoowee! S'been a long time since I seen anything that big." She
looked over at Ed and saw the prominent bulge in the front of his gym
shorts. "What is this? A club. You two boys have enough for half the
state. Whad'cha do, get in line twice? Looks like you got in for thirds,
handsome."
	Ed was laughing uproariously. Arnold was taken a bit aback by her
forwardness, but went along with the joke.
	"Don't tell anyone, ma'am, but we just borrowed them for a little
while. There's a town back down the road a bit that doesn't have any dicks
right now."
	The attendant slapped Arnold's shoulder and hooted loudly. Then she
returned her hand to his deltoid and gave it a hard squeeze."
	"Damn, boy. Looks like you got more than your share of a lot o'
stuff. Including looks. I ain't seen no one as pretty as you in quite a
while. You got some nice bulges there. Mind if I give 'em a squeeze?"
	"Careful. I bruise easily."
	The woman ran her hands over the surface of Arnold's shirt, seeking
out the mounds of strength which lay beneath the fabric. Her fingers glided
across his abdomen and then quickly grabbed the bottom of his shirt,
yanking it up to reveal Arnold's tumescent member laying across his waist
and down towards the car seat. Arnold gasped, Ed roared with laughter and
the attendant moaned with a low rolling sound that spoke volumes of desire.
	"Does this come with the usual service, or is there an extra charge
for checking under my hood like this?"
	"Buddy, this and everything else is free of charge if you let me at
this monster."
	Arnold had decided he would deliver the car filled and cleaned. The
tank was near empty and the outside was filthy from all the miles of
road. The station had an automatic car wash in the back and he had hoped he
could run the station wagon through it, improving his chances of getting
his full deposit back.
	"What d'ya say, handsome? How about I fill your tank if you fill
mine?"
	"Who'll watch the station?"
	"Listen. With the way I'm feeling right now, and the way you look
right now, I don't think we'll be gone long. What about your friend
here. You interested in a blow-job?"
	"You do this all the time?"
	"Only when I meet up with two super-hung studs who both look like
they need to get their rocks off in a hurry. What's your name, handsome?"
	"Arnold. And this is Ed."
	"Well, Ed. What d'ya say? Looks like you're getting ready for a
little action there."
	Indeed, Ed's gym shorts were displaying signs of an internal
disturbance and he reached down to press the palm of his hand against the
bulge to increase the sensation.
	"Pull your car around to the side, there. I'll meet you in the
office."
	Ed was suspicious.
	"Tell you what, ma'am. It takes my friend a little while to get
real hard. Why don't you fill 'er up while Arnie's working on gettin' it
up."
	The attendant raised her eyebrows, but took another look at the
huge cock and decided it was worth it.
	"Sure. Just don't you go getting to excited and do the job for
yourself."
	"No worry there, ma'am. He's got plenty to go around." He punched
Arnold in the shoulder and laughed again. The woman let go of his shirt and
went back to fill the car's tank.
	"Come on, Arnie. Get to work. She wants that fucker nice and hard
by the time she's done pumping. Gas, that is."
	"Great. Just when I get this thing under control, I have to go and
get it hard again."
	"By the looks of it, it'll be worth it. I know I'm getting awfully
hot. I'm ready to start driving nails." He reached into the leg of his gym
shorts and took his rigid shaft out and beat it against the seat. The
thick, hard shaft thumped heavily and Ed gave it a hard squeeze just to
increase the sensation.
	Arnold's own cock was starting to get hard, as well, and it slowly
rose and crept back up his abdomen, finally reaching its maximum size, the
head just kissing the belly of his left pec. He ran his hand down the shaft
and grasped his balls, gently caressing and rolling them between his
fingers. Ed watched and felt his own cock leap as he imagined his tongue
licking and sucking those two egg-sized prizes.
	"Hey, Arnie. Is it okay if I watch? I wanna see that big cock of
yours fill this lady's cunt."
	"I suppose that's up to her. I don't have any objections."
	They heard the nozzle being removed from the tank and the cap being
replaced. The little door slammed shut and she rammed the hose into its
receptacle on the pump, then returned to the car window, wiping her hands
on a rag, and pulled the front of Arnold's shirt out and peered down
inside. The sight of the head of his cock so close to the top was more than
she had expected.
	"Holy shit. You got a spare one in there you tape to your chest?"
	"You said you wanted it hard. It's hard."
	"You two studs pull over to that office. I'm gonna wash up and then
we'll take care of business."
	Arnold started the car and pulled it up to the side of the
building. The attendant disappeared into the ladies room on the side of the
building, emerging a few moments later with clean hands and a shit-eating
grin on her face. She motioned to the two boys to follow her, went around
the corner and into the office.
	"Take the keys with you, Arnie."
	"I'm way ahead of you, Ed. Looks like this is our welcome to the
big city."
	They got out of the car, locked the doors and headed for the
office. Neither of the boys made any attempt to hide the huge hard-ons they
were sporting as they paraded into the glass room. They followed her into a
rear office filled with two desks, a couple of chairs, lots of paperwork
and what seemed like several hundred photos on the wall indicating the
occupant's taste. From floor to ceiling were pictures of every size showing
well-developed men in the nude with huge penises in various states of
hardness. Arnold casually ran his eyes over the gallery of studs and saw
there wasn't a single one who could compare to his attributes. Few of them
even had a physique to match his own.
	He removed his shirt and T-shirt and stood in the middle of the
room defying comparison. Both Ed and the woman stared at him and drank in
the incredible sight of his beauty and body and cock which was still
protruding from the waist band of his gym shorts, hard, dark, stiff, thick,
pulsing.
	"What's your name?"
	"Jennifer."
	"Jennifer. Nice name. You have an interesting art
collection. Friends of yours?"
	"Just casual acquaintances. We all have sex together, regularly."
	"It must get awfully crowded in here."
	"Not as crowded as it's about to get."
	With that, Jennifer unfastened the belt of her jeans, unsnapped,
unzipped, and dropped them to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath
and Arnold suspected she had removed her underwear in the ladies room. The
imprint of an elastic band was evident around her waist. Arnold
reciprocated by removing the rest of his clothing, as well. She quickly
unbuttoned her shirt and revealed two firm, round breasts with hard, dark
brown nipples. She walked to Ed and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards
one of the desks.
	"Sit up here, bucko. I want to suck that lovely cock of yours."
	Ed hopped up on the desk and Jennifer pulled his gym shorts down
around his knees. Ed's large cock leapt up and slapped his stomach.
	"Hmmm. Nice. Suck my tits, Ed."
	Ed's mouth dove for Jennifer's breasts and began licking and
sucking vigorously. He took one of her nipples between his teeth and gently
but firmly rolled it back and forth between them. She moaned loudly.
	Arnold moved up behind her and reached around to her other breast,
grabbing the nipple and duplicating Ed's movements with his fingers. She
cried out loudly and thrust her crotch against Ed's knee then grabbed his
cock and began to run her hand up and down the shaft, kneading and
squeezing it, making Ed squirm with excitement. Arnold pressed his massive
organ against her ass, reminding her of its presence.
	"Ooo yeah. Gimme that big cock."
	She bent over at the waist and presented her cunt to Arnold's
waiting, eager cock which he thrust smoothly, slowly into her hungry,
dripping orifice.
	Jennifer shouted loudly as her cunt was quickly filled to capacity
by the huge penis. She drove herself back against the stiff shaft and
consumed it to her limit. She then opened her mouth and sucked Ed's sizable
organ in, taking it right to the base of the thick, hot shaft.
	All three bodies began a concerted movement which seemed to be
orchestrated by some outside force. They lunged and thrust towards each
other with a precision that would have indicated a long time partnership as
the three hot, hungry participants raced towards their own and each other's
sexual fulfillment.
	Jennifer would occasionally pull her mouth off of Ed's cock to gasp
for air and would shout encouragements to Arnold as she sensed herself
approaching orgasm. Her entire body vibrated with the tension of imminent
explosion as Arnold's turgid shaft stretched her cunt and pressed against
the walls of her vagina with maddening insistence.
	"Pump my cunt. Pump. Pump. Pump. Oh yeah. Oooh, I like that,
yeah. Big cock. Big. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, God. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Do it. Do
it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Oh fuck. Oh baby. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh,
God, I'm cumming. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
	Jennifer's cunt exploded with the first thralls of orgasm as she
dove down onto Ed's swollen, blood-red shaft, driving him to climax as
well. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed his cock into the deep
recesses of her throat as load after huge load of cum rocketed up his
shaft, exploding into her thirsty, sucking throat.
	In the mean time, Arnold had set a rhythm to his deep, filling
thrusts. As he drove his huge shaft into Jennifer's clasping, begging cunt
he gazed around the room at the myriad of photographs and posters on the
wall. The subjects of those photos seemed to be all looking on at the
ensuing debauch. He imagined all these men actually being in the room with
them, their swelling pecs and distended members being displayed for his
stimulation. Their faces all wore looks of envy as they watched his
magnificent, immense cock fill the sex-mad cunt of this woman with a
completeness that none of them could offer.
	Directly in front of him, just above and to the left of Ed's head,
was the photo of a man with attributes that almost rivaled Arnold's. He
grasped his long, thick cock in both hands and was obviously jerking-off,
seemingly very close to orgasm. His well-developed physique was bulging
with the effort and sharply-defined muscles swelled all over his body. The
eyes in the photograph locked firmly on Arnold's own and he thought he
could feel the heat coming from the subject's own passion. The man's teeth
were gritted, his face contorted with the strain of his exertion and every
fiber of the man's body showed the tension of total sexual involvement.
	Arnold clasped Jennifer's ass firmly between his hands and caused
all his body to tense. Every muscle jumped as he clenched his teeth and
drove his huge shaft deep into the cunt before him. He locked eyes with the
muscle-bound stud in the picture and dared the man to be as hot, as horny,
as fulfilling as he was. His cock swelled larger and an incredible
tightness consumed his huge, swinging balls as they beat, time and again,
against Jennifer's clit.
	The constant attack on her clit was driving Jennifer mad and she
felt it grow harder and longer, more sensitive and desperate. As Arnold's
cock increased in girth, the walls of her cunt were pressed against with
even more friction and she quickly approached her second orgasm. Even
though Ed's cock had already shot its load, she couldn't bring herself to
let go of it. She continued to suck and bite and lick the thick shaft and
it became rigid again. She swallowed all its length and Ed swooned, falling
back on his elbows, his tight, hard abdomen flexing with each thrust into
her mouth. Jennifer held the base of his cock with one hand and cupped his
scrotum with the other, rolling and squeezing his swollen balls back and
forth between her fingers.
	Ed couldn't believe the sight before him. Here was this incredibly
beautiful man driving his unbelievably huge cock into the cunt of this cock
sucking woman and all around him were pictures of men more hung and more
sexy than any he had ever seen. Arnold seemed to be fixated on a point just
above Ed's head and he leaned back to see what had attracted his
attention. In the center of the wall, occupying some place of importance,
was a picture of a hunk with a huge dong and muscles that swelled under the
strain of exertion as he worked his own cock to climax. Ed looked back at
Arnold and saw the same tension, the same drive towards orgasm. The sight
was awesome. His pecs bulged to frightening size, filling with blood as he
strained towards release. His biceps were huge, vein-covered mounds of
flesh that cried out to be touched. Ed forced himself to sit up so he could
see the huge, pounding shaft as it pulled nearly out of Jennifer's cunt
each time before ramming back in, driving her mad, sending her into a wild,
heaving dance that shoved her ass back against his attacking cock with each
thrust.
	He wanted that cock. The next time Jennifer removed her mouth from
his distended prick for air he slipped down off the edge of the desk and
moved back under her undulating abdomen to the juncture of their two
bodies. Her cunt lips were stretched around the mighty shaft, filled with
blood. He watched as Arnold's cock traveled in and out. It seemed to take
forever to reach the limits of its journey before reversing direction. The
massive scrotum with its two huge eggs hung deliciously beneath the base of
the penis. He readjusted his position and turned his head so he could reach
up with his tongue and lick Jennifer's clit and Arnold's cock. He began his
attack and Jennifer and Arnold both let out a loud shout as the additional
contact increased their sensual stimulation. Ed grabbed onto Arnold's huge
balls and began to massage them as they traveled back and forth. This
caused Arnold to increase his speed and Jennifer's own vocal reaction
attained a new vigor.
	"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my God. Lick my
clit. Lick it. Lick it. Lick it. Lick it. Lick it. Lick it. Lick it. Lick
it. Lick
it. Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Oh,
baby. Yeah. Lick it. Oh. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."
	She began to cry as the tension became too much for her. She
clamped down hard on Arnold's cock, trying to force him to climax. She had
never been driven this far before and was beginning to get scared. The huge
cock and talented tongue of these two studs was far more than she could
handle, but she also knew she couldn't stop. The orgasm she was heading for
was undeniable. Her head spun, her knees weakened, her nipples ached, her
cunt cried for release.
	Ed grabbed his own cock and began to work it as he felt the
physical tension in the room build to the point where he could see it, feel
it, taste it, smell it, hear it, sense it. Faster and further and harder
and longer and more furious than he had ever experienced. The three bodies
strained towards ultimate fulfillment, but just when they thought the
moment was at hand, that they could climb no higher, something drove them
on until they all lost track of themselves and became a single thrusting,
writhing organism with a final goal that surpassed their previous sexual
experiences by leagues and miles and parsecs.
	Finally, Arnold sensed the height of the moment and tightened his
ass, shoved hard and his balls released the torrent of cum inside them. He
screamed loud and deep and ground his hips against Jennifer's ass. Cum
gushed from his cock, out around Jennifer's cunt and flowed down into Ed's
eager, lapping mouth. Jennifer's own release was triggered by the onslaught
of Arnold's orgasm and her cunt poured out juices mixed and mingled with
Arnold's, giving Ed plenty to lick up. Her orgasm rattled every cell in her
body and she cried out at the sudden, violent sensory release. Never before
had she cum so hard and it felt as though something inside her
broke. Nothing physical, but a bind, a tie, a chain around her soul was
shattered and her mind soared up through some dark, dank depth she hadn't
even been aware of. It broke the surface and the light blinded her, she
screamed in relief and her body suddenly erupted into a fury of movement as
the sudden freedom danced in her being. She cried out and let the ecstasy
wash through her body, sending her nerve endings dancing, humming with
rapture and joy.
	Arnold's own orgasm seemed to reach down into his center and pull
his soul up through the end of his cock. He could feel the light-headedness
of his own delight lift him to a higher plane of sensory input. All the
photos on the wall became brighter. The hundreds of cocks and pecs and
biceps and deltoids and anguished, hardened faces burned with an intensity
that seemed to feed off of his own orgasmic experience. Ed's hand on his
balls worked to increase the effect of his cumming and he felt himself spin
around inside himself. The entire universe collapsed down to the head of
his cock and he felt he could sense each, individual sperm as it erupted
from the huge slit in the swollen head of his massive, driving prick. His
entire body flexed and the sensation of his muscles under full tension also
worked to heighten his sexual experience. Ed's tongue expertly licked and
prodded at his shaft and forced the orgasm to sustain itself long after it
should have faded away. Ed's mouth filled with the combined juices of the
two sex organs suspended above him. Their heaving, thrusting movements,
their loud, crying shouts, their heat, their joy, their fulfillment filled
the room. Sweat covered his body and he continued to lick at the thrusting,
blood-engorged organs above him as though his life depended on it.
	The movements of the three finally slowed and then came to a stop,
but they remained in contact for several moments, not wanting to break the
incredible bond created between them in the hot forge of this incredible
sexual encounter.
	Jennifer was leaning on her arms against the desk, her breath
ragged and deep. She was still crying and the reality of what had just
happened slowly sunk into her mind. She was scared. She was mad. She was
happy. She was changed. She pulled herself away from Arnold's still rigid
cock, turned around and looked at the two men before her. Her sob-wracked
body lunged at Arnold, beating on his massive chest and arms.
	"You sonuvabitch. You asshole. What the fuck did you do? What the
fuck are you?"
	Arnold let her beat on him for a moment and then slowly enfolded
her in his huge, muscular arms. Her attack dwindled away until she
collapsed against his chest. She continued to cry.
	"All I wanted was a good fuck. All I wanted was a big cock and a
good cum. Why did you do that?"
	Arnold didn't know what to say. He had gone with the moment and fed
on what he had felt. The moment had been a heated one, he had been very
horny, Ed was there, Jennifer was there, he was there. The moment just
was. It seemed he had some control to learn, he thought. Not every sexual
encounter has to be earth-shattering. Sometimes it could just be for fun.
	He felt something touch his cock and looked down to see Ed still on
the floor. He had wrapped his hand around the massive, stiff organ and was
working it up and down.
	"You gonna have to get this thing soft if you're going to drop that
car off."
	Jennifer backed away from them.
	"Don't look at me."
	"Let me. I'll suck you off."
	Ed rose to his knees and grabbed the huge shaft with both hands and
took it into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could and then began
moving his head back and forth. Arnold moaned passionately.
	Jennifer stood there dumbfounded. This huge cock had just driven
her to the most explosive, mind-bending orgasm of her life and it was still
in need of attention. She watched as the other boy licked and sucked
it. Her eyes wandered over the scene before her and came to rest on Ed's
own, still-rigid cock.
	"Oh, what the fuck!"
	She moved behind Arnold, got down on her hands and knees and
crawled between his parted legs, taking Ed's cock into her mouth for a
second time. Ed hadn't realized her objective and it took him by surprise,
but he was thankful for the relief. He knew he had to cum again, as well,
or wear a hard-on for the rest of the day. The sight of this huge cock, the
taste of it, the feel of it as his mouth stretched around its massive
girth, the smell of Arnold's sweat-soaked, cum-juice-coated cock drove him
crazy and he let the feeling of Jennifer's mouth wash over his whole
body. He began coordinating his movements with Jennifer and imagined this
was his own cock being sucked. He closed his eyes and fantasized that he
was the one sporting this eleven-and-a-half inch hard-on. Suck it. Suck my
big cock. Take it all. Make me cum. I need to cum. Suck my big dick. Suck
it. Suck it. Suck it. Suck it. Suck it. Suck it. Suck it. Suck
it. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Huge
loads of sperm rocketed out of the hot, hard cock in his mouth and traveled
down through his body, shooting out of his own eleven-and-a-half inch
hard-on. The mouth around his shaft sucked and swallowed and drank and
drained him and he sucked and swallowed and drank and drained the huge cock
in his own mouth and then it slowly became softer and he continued to lick
and suck and it slipped from his mouth and he clasped and squeezed and
dreamed that it was his own and then it hung thick and heavy before him and
Ed gazed up at the rigid abdominals and enormous, swollen pecs and the
swollen, vein-coated biceps and the beautiful face of this beautiful boy
with the beautiful soul and he sighed.
	Jennifer finished drinking her fill of Ed's cum and pulled back
between Arnold's legs. She sat back on her knees and gazed at the gorgeous,
tight ass before her. She ran her hands up the backs of Arnold's thick,
muscular legs and grasped each of his cheeks, molding them with her palms,
delighting in the way he flexed and squeezed them in reaction to her
touch. She moved her hands down between his legs and reached through to the
huge, flaccid shaft and heavy swaying balls that hung between his thick,
trunk-like thighs. Stroking the back of the thick rope of flesh she
remembered the feeling of it filling her so completely. Her cunt tingled
and she began to yearn for that fullness again. She looked around at all
the pictures on the walls. They all seemed so empty, so vacant, so
minimal. Nothing was going to ever be the same again. Again she felt her
emotions well up and she began to cry once more.
	Arnold turned around and picked her up off the floor, cradling her
in his huge arms, swaying back and forth, cooing softly to her. Ed stood
and came around in front of them and added his own embrace to the
reassurance. He wasn't quite sure what had happened here, but he sensed it
had been a lot harder on Jennifer than himself. He also realized his own
time was soon to come. The thought both frightened and excited him. He had
just had a glimpse of what the world would be like. The shade drawn across
his soul had been momentarily lifted. The light had been bright, too bright
to see anything clearly, but he knew he would have to face what was on the
other side before too long if he was going to hang out with this most
unusual young man.
	Arnold finally sensed what Jennifer's fear was. He set her down and
held her away from him at arms length, running his eyes up and down her
glowing, naked body. He bent down and deeply kissed each of her nipples,
sucking them to erection. She squirmed against his attentions. When they
were both as hard as they could get he straightened up and looked her right
in the eye.
	"You're right. It will never be the same. You'll take all these
posters and throw them away because they'll never mean anything to you
again. You're different now. But now the hard part comes. Instead of
keeping all this energy bottled up in a room full of naked men on the
walls, you have to take it out to the real world. I've given you nothing. I
only showed you the way. No one you have sex with from now on will ever be
the same, if you give it as freely as you did with us today. You're very
beautiful, Jennifer. Thank you for sharing you with us. Now we have to be
going."
	Without another word they all gathered their clothing and dressed,
looking at each other, not wanting to loose the last glimpses of the bodies
that had just shared this experience with them. Arnold left the T-shirt off
and just put on the short sleeve one. His huge pecs peeked through above
the third button. He noticed that the other two were looking, so he flexed
his chest causing the muscles there to expand and push against the
fabric. Jennifer rushed to him and grabbed the massive mounds of flesh,
caressing and feeling their power and size.
	Arnold gently pushed her away. "Do you have a map of the area. I
need to find the house I'm going to."
	Jennifer reluctantly released her grip of his pecs and nodded,
indicating that he should follow her. They went into the service area and
together they located the street the Patterson's lived on and the train
station. Arnold made a note of how to get there then Ed and he got back in
the car.
	"Can I run this through the car wash?"
	"Sure. Here's a token."
	She held out a large copper coin, but when Arnold reached to take
it she held on for a moment longer. Their eyes met.
	"I don't know what you've done to me, but I have a feeling I either
want to kill you or kiss you."
	"Just let it happen. Pass it on."
	Arnold took the token, started the car and backed away from the
building. He drove to the car wash at the back and deposited the coin in
the box. A light came on and he pulled into the building to the designated
stopping point. The boys rolled up their windows just as the water spray
came on, shutting them off, temporarily, from the outside world. Arnold
looked over at Ed who was staring at his own feet.
	"What's up, Ed? You don't like getting laid?"
	Ed didn't respond for the entire first half of the wash cycle. When
the machine began its second pass of the car he finally turned to Arnold.
	"Arnie, I think you had better just let me off at the train station
and forget about the rest of our plans, okay."
	He looked over at Arnold, who had a thoughtful, almost saddened
expression on his face.
	"Okay?" he repeated.
	Indeed, a sadness did shudder through the young man's body. Was
this how it was going to go? First Sam. And now Ed? How could he have
gotten so close to this young man so quickly, only to lose him just as
fast?
	"Okay."
	That was the last thing they said to each other. Ed grabbed his
duffel bag from the back seat and held it tight to his chest, as though
Arnold might attack him right there and this was his only defense. The
machine finished, Arnold started the car and pulled out of the building and
onto the road, drove to the train station and pulled into the passenger
drop-off loop. Ed had the car door open before Arnold could come to a
complete stop, hopped out, slammed the door closed and walked straight into
the station, never looking back.
	Arnold pulled away from the curb, out onto the street and was down
the block before the whole world went fuzzy. He quickly pulled the car over
to the curb as huge tears began running down his cheeks. He didn't quite
understand why he was crying, but it had something to do with being
abandoned. His parents, Sam, Ed. Never had he felt so alone. He had hung an
awful lot of hope on having Ed help him get through the first difficult
days in this new place. Now he didn't know what to anchor himself to.
	There were the friends of Sam and Mr. Ridell that he was going to
stay with, but he didn't know what to expect there. There was the guy that
Tom and Judy had told him about, but that was an even greater unknown. He
wiped his eyes and looked out the side window. Hundreds of cars whisked
past him, each carrying a single, lonely person. Only they didn't know just
how lonely they were, because they had never not been lonely. They had
never gotten as close to another soul as Arnold had learned to do in the
last few weeks. They had never opened themselves up to the rest of the
world and experienced the un-loneliness of others with them. Arnold had
been very alone for most of his life. And then he had met a whole group of
wonderful people who changed his life and his view of it. Suddenly they all
were gone and he had nothing but himself.
	He looked to himself to see what he could find that would help him
over this moment. He felt a presence there that assured him he was okay. He
heard it tell him he was equipped to handle everything life was about to
throw at him. He looked to see where that voice was coming from and
realized it was himself. He was alone, but not lonely. He had himself. As
long as he could hold onto the fact that he was okay, there would be no
problem. Nothing could help him through anything better than himself.
	Arnold used the last of the small pack of tissues in the glove
compartment and then pulled back into the flow of traffic. He followed his
route through the commercial district that crowded the perimeter of the
highway and then widened out into a residential area with large, green
lawns and huge houses and several cars in every driveway. He made several
turns along winding, tree-lined streets and finally pulled into the long
driveway of a massive, Tudor-style house with old trees and manicured
gardens. He stopped the engine and looked at his watch.
	Three-thirty.
	Well he had said late afternoon.
	He hoped someone was here to sign for the car.