Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2007 19:04:48 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Little House on the Prairie 11-12

Chapter 11
Beginning My Work

The next morning I got up early and started getting dressed. My mother
heard me and came into my room in her robe. We had one of her 'little
talks' and I told her I was very happy with all the new games I was
learning and that I really liked all the attention the men were giving
me. She said she was very glad I was happy and that if anyone did
anything that I didn't like or that if anyone hurt me that I was to tell
her or the bouncer immediately. I promised her that I would and asked her
if the bouncer was my daddy now. She said that he wasn't my daddy but
that he really liked me and that I could depend on him because he was an
honest man. I gave her a hug and kiss and we went down to breakfast.
Cook brought me strawberry crepes for breakfast and when everybody else
wanted some she said that they couldn't have any, that they were hard to
make and that they were a special treat for me. I stood up in my chair
and gave her a big hug. I whispered into her ear, "You don't mind that
your husband and me played around yesterday do you?" and she whispered
back, "No." I felt her blush and she whispered even more quietly, "You
got him all wound up. He gave me the best time last night that I've had
in bed in years. Anytime you want to get him excited like that, you go
right ahead, Honey." I smiled and kissed her cheek. She swatted my bottom
and told me to eat my breakfast before the hot got cold and the cold got
hot.
While I was eating my crepes (de-licous!) I asked Aunt Betsy if we could
go shopping that day. She just gave me one of her hard looks and I asked
her if I'd been a bad boy? She looked hard at the bouncer and the
handyman and said, "No. You're the only good little boy I've got around
here."
Both the men ducked their heads and started working seriously on their
food. Aunt Betsy asked me why I wanted to go shopping and I said that I
had a surprise but that I needed to buy some stuff. She said that she'd
trade me one shopping trip for one strawberry crepe. I yelled, "Deal!"
and jumped out of my chair. I took the last crepe to Aunt Betsy and she
asked me if I wanted something else to eat since she was taking my crepe.
I said no, that I was already full anyway. She laughed and called me a
scamp, swatted my bottom and told me to run upstairs and change into some
going-to-town clothes. Staring hard at the bouncer and the handyman she
said that maybe she'd better take me shopping so that some work would get
done around the place for a change.
I went over between the two men and reached up and put an arm around each
thick neck. I pulled their heads down to me and kissed each of them on
the cheek. With a, "You guys be good boys today and maybe you can go
shopping too!" I laughed and ran out of the room before they could grab
me. I heard the girls laughing at them all the way up the stairs.
I put on my blue velvet suit and gold buckled shoes and went downstairs
to wait. Aunt Betsy, my mother and Sally showed up, dressed to the nines,
and asked me to escort them to town. We took a horsecar down Nob Hill to
the shopping district. Where, after a bit of hunting, I got everything I
wanted. We went to "La Parisian" and had real French food for lunch. Cook
made better food as far as I was concerned, but I didn't tell the waiter
because I didn't want to hurt his feelings. After lunch I had to go to
the bathroom, so the waterboy showed me where it was. He only had a
little bit of pubic hair, but he gave me a big mouthful of extra-sweet
tasting cum for dessert. I went back to the table and told the waiter I
was full when he asked me if I'd like an after lunch sweet. The waterboy
and I giggled at each other and Aunt Betsy gave me one of her famous
'looks'.
When we got home Sally reminded me that her gentleman was coming that
evening and asked me if I still planned to join them and I said that I'd
been looking forward to his coming all week. Aunt Betsy and my mother
said that since I wanted to stay up late that I should go upstairs and
take a nap. I'd checked on my pony before changing clothes that morning
so I knew he was OK. I went upstairs and saw the handyman. He helped me
get undressed and even let me suck out some 'vanilla' cum before he put
me into bed. I played with his balls and told him that if he was
especially nice to cook that night that I'd have a special treat for him
the next day. He smiled at me and told me that dinner might be late
because he was going to go downstairs and give her a good mid-day fuck
right then and that she hadn't had one of those since she was much
younger. I told him that was nice and went to sleep.
My mother woke me up and said that I should get ready. She was already
dressed so I knew that it was time for the parlor to open for the evening
already. I put on my robe and ran downstairs for dinner. The food was
especially good that evening and cook had a smile on her face that the
devil couldn't wipe off. The girls tried to tease me into telling them
what my surprise was for that evening but I teased them back and wouldn't
tell anyone what my secret was.
After dinner I went out to visit my pony in my robe. The handyman had
already fed and watered him but I'd brought him an apple and some carrots
from the kitchen and he and I talked for a while as I fed him his treats.
When I finally went back inside, the girls and customers were already in
the parlor. I went out to the bathhouse and quickly cleaned myself and
then went up the back stairs to my room.
First thing, I greased my bottom hole with goose grease from the pot the
handyman and his wife had given me as a gift. Once my bottom was prepared
I pulled my leather chaps on my naked legs and buckled them on tight. I
smoothed them down with my hands, just enjoying the feeling of the
leather on my body. I looked in the mirror mounted on the wall of my
bedroom across from the bed and really liked the way the chaps looked on
my naked body. Then I put on the fancy new cowboy boots I'd picked out
that day and the tooled leather vest that a man had made while we did
some other shopping.
Most special of all, I opened up a big round box and took out my brand
new, never worn, dove gray Stetson hat in just exactly my size. I went
back to the mirror and put on my new cowboy hat just the way the salesman
had shown me. I looked so good my wiener got hard and wanted to play.
Instead, I took a red silk handkerchief out of the bag from the
haberdashers and carefully tied it around my neck like the cowboys did. I
turned around and around in front of the mirror, approving more and more
of how I looked. Just one last, final touch.
I went over to the small night table next to my bed and opened the
drawer. There was my tail, neatly coiled and clean. I took it out and
greased it up with more of the goose grease. I pushed it into myself very
carefully because my bottom was a little bit sore from all the exercise
it had gotten the day before. Once it was firmly up inside me I walked
over to the mirror and adjusted it so that my tail hung just right. Now I
was the Ponyboy. I walked back and forth in front of the mirror. Because
of the plug in my bottom I had to walk with my feet a little further
apart than usual, but that just made my tail swing even more, so that was
OK. I had a hard time tearing myself away from the mirror so I could go
downstairs.
I was very pleased with the reaction I got when I entered the parlor. The
girls made a great fuss over me and my outfit and some of the gentlemen
visitors seemed to feel impelled to inspect me closer and ask me
questions about my outfit and just how my tail was held in place. Aunt
Betsy broke things up finally and shooed the men back to their girls. She
took me aside and made sure that I was comfortable wearing such a daring
outfit and I told her I was, so she said it was OK for me to dress like
that, at least until she figured out if it was good for business or not.
I started serving drinks and was very busy because it seemed as though
every man in the place seemed to be very thirsty suddenly. The girls were
disappearing by ones and twos, only to reappear dressed in their cowgirl
outfits that they usually only wore when the rodeo was in town. The
evening became quite festive and very western. The men became very eager
to avail themselves of the ladies services and most of them didn't leave
afterwards, but asked me for another drink and bought a girl a drink and
maybe went back to the room again. The gentlemen tipped me really well,
and some of them wanted me to join them and their ladies, "for a little
fun upstairs." I politely explained to them that I would like to play
with them but that on Thursdays I had a date and was not available, could
they come back another night and take me and their lady upstairs? The
girls were pleased because all of those men said that they would be back
for a special (extra cost) party.
Suzzy's gentleman friend finally showed up and I ran across the parlor to
show him my outfit. I danced and pranced in front of him until, laughing,
he picked me up and held me. He asked me why I was dressed like a pagan
and I whispered in his ear that it was because I wanted everyone to know
how special I thought he was. He kissed me on the forehead and patted my
bottom and told me he though I was pretty special too. I made him put me
down and led him to the settee that I had saved for him all evening. Then
I ran across the room and climbed up behind the bar. I'd made the bouncer
show me how to prepare the gentleman's drink so I was able to set up the
brandy warmer and light its alcohol flame, pour the cognac from his
special bottle, and carefully warm it to exactly the right temperature.
I put the glass of warm cognac on my silver serving tray and delivered it
to the gentleman. Once he was settled in and comfortable, I went to the
kitchen where Suzzy was waiting for him to arrive and told her that he
had come. Suzzy and I went out to the parlor and she sat next to the
gentleman while I got her a glass of sherry from Aunt Betsy. I served
Suzzy and then climbed up into the gentleman's lap. I sat on his thigh
and draped my tail over the outside of his leg. Then I leaned my head
against his chest and snuggled into his warmth, casually dropping one
hand into the center of his tailored pants. Following the maxim that
children should be seen and not heard, I quietly listened as he and Suzzy
talked.
Finally, the gentleman asked me if I'd like to join him and Suzzy
upstairs. I told him that I would like that more than anything. I tried
to get down off his lap, but he just stood up and parked me on his hip
with my legs wrapped around his waist and my tail hanging over his arm.
Suzzy put her hand through the elbow he offered her and he took us across
the parlor and up the stairs to Suzzy's room. All the other men in the
parlor watched the gentleman with great envy and respect. I could tell
from the way he walked that the gentleman was very proud of both Suzzy
and me.
When we were safely inside of Suzzy's room, Suzzy told the gentleman how
very proud of him she was and how honored she felt by the way he had
treated the both of us. She offered him a kiss and he accepted, putting
his arm around her to pull her closely to his front. They pressed my leg
between them and I felt another leg growing between the gentleman's
thighs with the same proportions as my own  The gentleman caressed my
bare bottom as he kissed Suzzy and I reached behind me and guided his
middle finger to the hole I had so carefully lubricated while cleaning
and dressing myself. The gentleman carefully entered me with his finger,
feeling around my butt plug and giving me a good frigging as he continued
kissing his harlot. My little wiener quickly became erect from the
gentleman's ministrations and I leaned forward to run my hand under his
starched white shirt and feel of his wonderfully hairy chest as I kissed
his cheek.
The gentleman turned his head and gave me a big kiss on the lips and
stuck his finger as far in me as he could as he told me what an
extraordinary young boy he thought I was. I pressed my leg into his groin
and put my arms around his neck to say "Thank You" and to kiss him
back. Suzzy began unbuttoning the gentleman's shirt studs and I soon
slid to the ground to help her by unfastening his belt and trouser
buttons. When his pants finally fell to his ankles, Suzzy helped him
remove his coat and waistcoat and then had him sit down while she hung
them up in her closet. I straddled the gentleman's boot and lifted it
between my thighs. The gentleman put his other booted foot against my
bare bottom and pushed to help me pull his half-boot off his foot. When
the boot suddenly came loose I fell to the floor with it. We all laughed
at my clumsiness and I got up and pulled off the thin silk sock from the
gentleman's long and well formed foot. I held the sock up to cover my
nose and deeply inhaled, enjoying the gentleman's scent.
"You smell really good!" I said.
"I'm glad you like my smell, boy. Feel free to smell me anywhere you
want." he said.
"Even inside your underpants?" I innocently asked, holding my finger to
my lower lip.
"Especially inside my underpants," he laughed.
Suzzy and I laughed with him and I stuck my face in the opening of his
linen boxer shorts and took an exaggeratedly deep breath and then stood
up and went, "AHHHHH!"
He swatted my naked bottom and said, "Scamp!" in a mock harsh voice.
I laughed and ran off to the closet to put away the boot and sock. I came
back as Suzzy was removing the gentleman's shirt. I straddled the other
boot and lifted it and waited for the gentleman's help. When Suzzy went
to the closet with his shirt the gentleman put his bare foot against my
bare bottom and started to push. I wiggled back against the warmth of his
soft foot and his big toe "accidently" pushed against my tail. For some
reason, it seemed to take a lot longer to take off the second boot than
it had the first.
Once I managed to get the boot and sock off I took them to the closet and
Suzzy pulled off the gentleman's pants and put them on the clothes
horse. The gentleman stood up and gave her another big kiss. I snuck up
behind him and pulled down his underpants with a loud, "Whoops!"
The gentleman turned and grabbed me. Laughing, "I'll show you
`Whoops!'", as he threw me on the bed. Trying to follow me, he tripped
because of the underpants around his ankles and fell into the bed beside
me. I was laughing at him so hard I was almost crying. He kicked off his
underpants and attacked my ribs and tummy with his fingertips, putting me
into hysterics. I tried to escape, but couldn't get away from his
tickling fingers. We finally heard an exasperated voice say, "Boys!" We
both turned to look at Suzzy just as she removed her hairpins and her
light brown braid uncoiled and fell to her bustle.
Suzzy began undressing and the gentleman got up and sat back in his chair
so he could watch her better. I crawled up in his lap and we both avidly
watched Suzzy slowly undress herself. As we watched the gentleman began
undressing me. First removing my cowboy hat, boots and socks, and then
carefully unbuttoning my silk shirt. When he started to unbuckle my chaps
I asked him if I couldn't keep them on, at least for a while. He said
that he thought I looked and felt very sexy with them on and that I could
wear them as long as I wanted.
The gentleman became very excited watching Suzzy undress and he started
bouncing his leg up and down. I moved over and straddled the bouncing
leg. The gentleman was very erect but had such a long foreskin that there
was still a long tassel of loose skin. I took the tassel in my fingers
and used his wiener like a rein, bouncing it up and down and saying,
"Giddy-up!". The gentleman laughed and bounced me even harder, making
my tail fly in the wind. I started to slide off and he put his hand on my
hip to steady me and I just goaded him on, demanding even more speed and
bounce. Then I took his wrist in my free hand and laid it palm up on his
thigh. Then I lifted his middle finger and he quit bouncing me while I
"got in the saddle." He carefully removed my tail and set in on the
side table, and then replaced his hand onto his thigh. Once I was firmly
seated on his erect finger, I "Giddy-up'd" his rein again and we both
started laughing as he bounced me up and down on his leg and extended
finger and I again began urging him to ever greater efforts.
Suzzy came over, quite as naked as the gentleman now, and leaned over us,
asking us if we'd like to play a different game now. One of her
beautiful nipples was hanging in my face so I leaned forward and sucked
it into my eager mouth. The gentleman's finger curled inside me and
pushed on my little button as he suckled the other nipple. Suzzy backed
up and lead her "boys" over to the bed by their lips.
As she rolled onto her back on the bed the gentleman used his finger up
my behind to lift and guide me so that I could lay on top of her and
continue suckling on her nipple as he suckled her other nipple and used
his free hand to guide my own stiff little nipple into Suzzy's slick
quim. I moaned in delight as the gentleman used his impaling hand to rub
my hairless groin all over Suzzy's hirsute mound.
The gentleman surrendered his grip on Suzzy's breast and I immediately
replaced his mouth with my own, eagerly sucking up his tasty saliva. The
gentleman spread my leather clad legs and crawled in between the
double-vee made by Suzzy and my legs. Removing his hand from my bottom,
he leaned over my back and held himself in push-up position as he kissed
the side of my mouth and then went lip-to-lip with me. We kissed each
other and played with each others tongues, never losing contact with
Suzzy's protuberant, swollen nipple. The heavy suction from both of our
mouths and the extra activity of our dueling tongues brought loud moans
of approval from Suzzy and she arched and hunched up against me as she
clasped both of her men to her bosom. Suzzy's grasp pulled the gentleman
on top of me so that his heavy shaft lay in the groove of my buttocks as
his coarse pubic hair impressed itself into the smooth cheeks of my
bottom.
The gentleman didn't seem to be able to control himself, and I didn't
want him too. Both he and Suzzy were now hunching against me from the top
and from the bottom and I went corybantic with how good it felt, throwing
myself around in-between them and having a series of major dry orgasms as
both of my partners enthusiastically fucked each other with me acting as
the eager intermediary to their pleasure. Suzzy gasped and wailed with
her orgasm just as I felt the gentleman begin to impel bolts of hot fluid
into my crack and across my back. I went wild with the fantastic
sensations of both of my friends excitement and did everything in my
power to drive them to even higher levels of pleasure as the head of the
gentleman's huge thing slipped inside of me on the slickness he'd spouted
all over me.
I lay warmly trapped between the hard and soft bodies of the adults as
they kissed in post-orgasmic bliss and I plotted even further adventures
in the sensuously developing depths of my mind.

Chapter 12
Our Evening Continues

I was just beginning to feel neglected when both Suzzy and the gentleman
regained their sensibilities from where they'd been lost in the
aftermath of their adult orgasms. They both began to caress my sides and
head and ask me how I was doing and asking if I'd enjoyed myself.
Pouting a little bit, more to tease them than anything, I told them that
they may have had a lot of fun, but that they had made me all messy.
Nearly as histrionic as a group of Cheapside opera players, Suzzy and the
gentleman made great protestations of innocence and declaimed what a poor
baby I was, and, "Oh wasn't it just awful how I'd been mistreated,"
and what a shame it was that I'd gotten so messy. I told the gentleman
that he should clean up the mess he'd made of Suzzy and me and I told
Suzzy that she really ought to comfort me because I'd been abused so.
Suzzy buried my head between her great, soft chest pillows and rocked me
back and forth, darn near smothering me in the process (much to my
delight! I refused to come up for air even when she gave me a chance).
The gentleman had his warm hand on my bottom, aiding Suzzy in rocking me
back and forth as his finger probed up inside me. I was giggling and
laughing because everything felt so good that it felt like the whole room
was moving.
"EARTHQUAKE!" the gentleman yelled. He pulled Suzzy over on top of me
and tried to cover both of us with his own body. I didn't like this new
game. It was hard to breath and they were scaring me. They weren't
rocking me any more but the room was. I tried to push loose but all of a
sudden it felt like I was floating in mid-air. I started to scream but
all of a sudden I stopped floating and a huge weight fell on me and
darkness enveloped me.
It felt like a long time later when I finally woke up. Suzzy's body was
pushing down on me and I was having trouble breathing. I tried to get
Suzzy to move, but her body was cold and unresponsive. Somehow, I must
have realized that Suzzy was dead. I panicked and clawed my way out from
under her. The gentleman was arched over the top of us where he had tried
to protect us. A long piece of broken wood speared into his back and then
into Suzzy. I was covered with blood from both of them and there was
enough light from the rising sun for me to see the looks of shocked pain
on their faces. I'd seen Aunt Betsy close the eyes of a man who'd had a
heart attack and died. So I closed their eyes and kissed them on the lips
to bless them on their way just like Aunt Betsy had done for the man.
Tears streaming down my face, naked and covered with blood, I staggered
around the wreckage looking for someone to help me. I saw a hand sticking
out of the pile of debris with a ring on it that belonged to the bouncer.
A black leg could only have belonged to cook. Everything seemed to blend
together as I found body after body, some of which I could identify, all
of them dead.
Smoke had been rising from where the bathhouse was and suddenly flames
erupted from the pile of broken and twisted lumber. I stood there and
watched the fire burn rapidly towards me, welcoming immolation, any way
to end the pain. A pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind and carried
me out of the burning wreckage. I was put back down on the front lawn,
the cool grass soothing my feet and chilling me at the same time.
"Where Missy Betsy, boy?" asked a funny sounding voice.
Crying, rubbing my eyes with dirty fists, I looked up and saw an odd
vision shadowing the rising sun. An old Chinese gentleman with a long
wispy beard and traditional Chinese clothes.
"You live here, young boy?" asked the voice again.
I nodded, starting to cry even louder as I looked at the pile of wreckage
that marked the destruction of the only home I'd ever known and of all
the people that I loved and who loved me.
Insistently, the voice asked again, "Where Missy Betsy?"
I pointed and the old gentleman helped me back across the wreckage to
where I'd seen the hem of the dress I knew Aunt Betsy had been wearing
that evening. The old Chinese called out in that funny language they use
and a group of young Chinese ranging from about 12 years old to young men
in their early twenties hurried over and began to industriously tear away
the wreckage. I only took them a short while to dig down to where Aunt
Betsy's body was trapped under a beam, my mothers body lying next to
her. I began crying loudly and tried to get to my mother but the old man
picked me back up and spoke peremptorily to a couple of the Chinese boys
who immediately turned and ran off. They returned quickly. The old
Chinese gentleman handed me to a Chinese boy about fifteen years old who
settled me on his hip, my legs wrapping around his lean waist even as I
continued to struggle to get to my mother.
The boy spoke to me in very broken English, "You watch Master give honor
to Missy Betsy. Then you give honor to mother!"
I don't know why, but I trusted the rough compassion in the young mans
voice and calmed down enough to watch the elderly Chinese bow very low to
Aunt Betsy and then hold his hands, palms together, in front of his face
as he said some sort of prayer. He took some flowers from one of the boys
and placed them on Aunt Betsy. The other boy he'd sent on search handed
him a piece of cloth that the old man carefully arranged over Aunt
Betsy's face. He stood back up, bowed again to Aunt Betsy and said
another prayer. Then he motioned to the boy holding me who walked over
and carefully set me down next to my mother. I looked up at the old man
and then up at the boy. The Chinese boy smoothed my hair with his hands
and wiped my face with his shirttail. He nodded to me and I turned to
face my mother. Imitating the old man I bowed to my mother and then knelt
beside her. Reaching up with small, trembling hands, I closed her eyes
and then, crying again, laid across her cold chest and hugged her neck.
After a minute or so the Chinese boy patted my back and I heard the fire
moving closer. I sat back up on my knees, leaned forward and kissed my
mother good-bye. Another of the Chinese boys handed me the other cloth
he'd collected and I recognized the scarf that the Piano Player had
always kept on top of the piano. I carefully covered my mothers face,
just like I'd seen the old Chinese gentleman do for Aunt Betsy. The
Chinese boy who'd collected the flowers gave me the ones he had left and
I put them on my mothers chest, arranging them in a simple fan pattern,
lifting my mothers hand to cover them and clumsily putting a yellow
chrysanthemum, her favorite, into her hand. Extracting a single rose, I
turned and looked at the old gentleman. He nodded so I put the red rose,
Aunt Betsy's favorite, across the cloth covering her face. I stood up
and, folding my hands, prayed.
"God, Please take my Mommy and Aunt Betsy to heaven with you. I love
them so..."
The Chinese boy grabbed me just as I started to collapse. He swung me up
to his chest and I grabbed him around the shoulders and waist and buried
my face in his chest and began to sob, lost and alone, everyone I knew
was dead.
As soon as the boy carried me out of the depression holding my mother and
Aunt Betsy, all the other boys started to carefully build a rick of
lumber over the top of them. They quickly completed their labor and one
of the older boys brought me a bundle of burning brands. I was shifted to
the Chinese boys hip as he moved over next to the rick. The Old Chinese
gentleman looked at me and said, "You must send them to heaven now."
I looked at the boy holding me and he nodded. Lightly taking hold of my
wrist, he helped me guide the flaming faggot into one of the cracks in
the funeral pyre. The dry old lumber quickly flared up and the boy
carried me back out to the street, where we all stood and watched the
flames consume what was left of everything I'd known.
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When there was little left but burning embers and smoke, the old man
waved to put several of the older boys on watch to guard the remains. Two
of the bigger boys moved to take me from the much smaller boy holding me,
but I clung to him in my fear and confusion. Without a word he shifted me
off his hip and around onto his back, holding me pick-a-back. I buried my
tear-stained face into the blue quilted jacket covering his strong back
and he carried me off down the hill, a naked tear and smoke stained
urchin with a Chinese adolescent's long black braided queue hanging down
across his back.
I fell asleep to the jouncing gait of my protector to be awakened some
time later in front of one of the few buildings still standing in
Chinatown. Several tall, slim young men standing guard at the door of the
solidly built brick building quickly opened the door to admit us. We
entered an area of quiet bedlam. Many badly injured people had been
brought to this building and were being cared for by the old man's
students. I found out later that the old man was an apothecary and healer
as well as a marital arts instructor. He spoke briefly in Chinese to the
boy carrying me and to another, older boy who had been hurt. He then
began organizing the care of the injured as I was carried off to the back
of the building and into a bathing area. I was put on my feet, but clung
to the boy as he and the older boy undressed. They helped each other
bathe and they both washed me. The older boy got into a tub of hot water
and my protector handed me to him to hold while he climbed in himself. I
was afraid and started to panic but the boy quickly joined us and let me
get in his lap and hold onto him.
We soaked in the water for a while, but I was still trembling in shock.
Both boys began to massage me, trying to relax me, telling me everything
was going to be OK. Everything that had happened started to overwhelm me,
remembering the gentleman dying as he tried to protect me with his body
and Suzzy dying on top of me, and my mother and the black hand and Aunt
Betsy and the earth moving and the fire. I must have become hysterical
because I was trying to massage the boys so that they'd know I was a
good boy and wouldn't kill me. I thought I was massaging them but I was
screaming and tearing at them in my panic. They managed to get me out of
the water and tried to hold me safely, but I was almost totally out of
control.
I was struggling with my protector when I felt a warm hand slide down the
sides of my spine. In terror, I spun around, but it was just the old
Chinaman. His kindly voice spoke clearly to me, "You are OK. You are
safe here, no one will hurt you. Now, you must sleep." Two fingers
stroked the nerve in my neck, and I slept.


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