Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 22:18:07 +0000 From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com> Subject: Dilemma for Tony, Ch. 20 This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY! Cast of characters: Tony diMarco -- yeah -- I am he! (CA) Ben Hastings -- First love (Maui) Ben Fisk -- First sex (+4 years) Lucas diMarco -- my dad Wendy diMarco -- my mom. Joseph -- my Brother -- 17 Levi -- my brother - 15 Fred Stumpf -- 31 year old inactive member. Johnnie Weinberg -- LDS Missionary Ashton Staedler -- New friend Mike Hoffman -- Ashton's Half-Brother Geoff Redmond -- Mike's Friend Rollin James -- Hawaiian High diver & government translator Grandpa Antonio DiMarco Grandma Rose From Ch. 19: "Aw Fred, we're stressing out our friends." Said Ben. "We can discuss this later." "Yeah, you're right," said Fred, putting on his signature smile. "And besides, we have so much to celebrate! These two cutie pies are a couple -- finally, and -- even you and I have come to somewhat of a better understanding. And remember, we came over here to take these guys out to dinner. Let's go out and celebrate!" Chapter 20 "Rollie?" I said in the dark, feeling somewhat confused. "Who?" Said a voice laying beside me I suddenly was terrified. I couldn't move. "Um -- Fred? Where's Fred?" "You always wake up talking about Rollie and Fred. Maybe they have some clue to who YOU are!" I sprang away from the voice, and fell out of bed. "What the Hell! This has to be a bad dream!" I said to whomever it was with me in the dark room. "Look, I'm gonna turn on the light. But first I must tell you a little about why you're here. I don't want you to freak out - - again. First of all, do you know who you are? "Of course!" I said, indignant and annoyed. "I'm -- I'm -- I'm Tony." "Ah! Finally a name! Now we're getting somewhere! Tony who?" "Tony - - Tony - " I was panicky. I couldn't think of my last name! My defense mechanism came through for me. "That's NONE of your business! Who Are you anyway?" "I'm Marty." "Marty who?" "You don't know me, Tony. I hope that's you're name. I - " "Dammit! I TOLD you that was my name!" "So you did. Sorry." He said calmly. "Can I turn on the light now?" "I - - guess." I said, not at all sure I was ready to see this guy I don't even know. Just a minute. He grabbed something from the table beside his own bed, then flipped the light switch. I looked and saw a guy -- he looked somewhat older than I-- he certainly acted older. He had nearly black sunglasses on. The light was very bright after the dark room. "Thanks!" I said, squinting and shading my eyes from the light. "You put on dark glasses and then turn on a very bright light! What's up with that?" "I'm sorry. I'm blind, and sometimes my eyes wander. I didn't want to freak you out." "Is -- is -- this your -- room?" I asked. "Yes." If you're blind, why do you have a blinding light? I'm sorry but just because you can't see is no reason to blind the rest of us." I was still squinting, and my eyes were not adjusting to the light at all. "I'm going to turn it off again. Tony. We've been through this before, but your memory seems to not be cooperating very well. I'm legally blind, but with very bright light I can see some details. I can see that you have curly dark hair, and dark eyes. Really rather pleasant to look at, from what I can see -- for anyone who would care." "Why am I here?" I asked, still very confused but not so afraid. I got up and walked toward a dark rectangle on the wall which I assumed to be a door. It was. I felt for a switch, but there was none. "You gotta pee?" "No -- why?" "That's the bathroom door." "Oh." I said, and then reached inside the door and found a light switch. I flipped it on. A fan and light came on together. The light was dim, coming from the bathroom. "Can you see me now?" I asked. "I see a shadow in front of a gray doorway." "M-hm! Why am I here? If I have amnesia -- and obviously I do -- why didn't you take me to some authorities?" "Actually, I did -- after the first two days. You begged me not to." "After -- huh? How long - " "Three weeks. Today is the first day that you have given me any clue as to your identity." "What's you're name?" I said. "Marty." He said kindly. "Oh, yeah, you already told me. Man, even my short term memory seems to be fucked up." "Er -- yeah. (AHEM!)" He cleared his throat. "What? Did I say something wrong?" I asked. "Heh -- well you asked me not to use that kind of language." "Oh. Why am I with you?" "I'm the one who found you." "Oh -- finders, keepers, huh?" "Something like that. When I found you, I assume you were swimming out from Waikiki, but you had drifted almost down to in front of Diamond head, and way out. It was quite late. Chris and I were out sailing and - " "You? You're blind and you - - sail?" "Never alone -- any more. But I love to sail. Chris was on the foredecks and I was at the helm. We were just about to - " "How could you be at the helm?" I said. "You're -- I mean -- you -- you can't see!" "Chris was my eyes. We were out too late and were tacking against a pretty good breeze. She'd tell me whether to go port or starboard. We heard a thump on the hull of the Catamaran and felt a shudder. Chris saw you going down., and yelled to me to scrap sail and come around. She dove in and pulled you up. You were almost blue. Together we were able to get you to the canvas. You threw up almost immediately and started to -- well, you thanked us for saving you. You were cold to the touch. I took everything but my swim suit off and held you while Chris made for Waikiki. When I told you that we were gonna take you to the hospital you almost went berserk." I felt a flash of fear at the mention of a hospital. Another flash of a huge man clobbering me. "Some -- something bad must have happened to me at a hospital." I said shakily. "This is good!" Said Marty. "We haven't talked this much the whole three weeks. And you woke up mentioning a Rollie and Fred again. Friends of yours?" "Who?" I said. "You woke up asking if I was Rollie, then when I was obviously not Rollie, you asked for Fred." I strained my brain. "Shit!" I said. "I don't remember that at all. I musta been dreaming." "Well, I hate to say it, but maybe we should get some more sleep. It's only 12:45 AM." From all he told me, I felt afraid to go to sleep. "m- Marty?" "Yes?" "I -- um -- never mind g'night." "If you had something to say, we better not ignore it." "I didn't. I'm getting awfully tired." I said. "Okay. G'night." He lay down in his bed and pulled the covers half up. I wondered why, being closest to the light switch in the bathroom he didn't -- oh! I almost forgot -- Marty's blind. I left it on. "G'night, Tony." "G'night." I said, laying down and immediately feeling weirded out by the strange thing I almost asked him. Until I realized the absurdity of it, I was going to ask if he would hold me for awhile. I was glad I didn't. I was also glad that he could not see my absurd reaction to it. "Rollie?" I woke up answering to some unknown voice. I looked at the ceiling. It was flooded by light coming through the window. I had heard myself say `Rollie', yet I couldn't quite figure out why -- nor why I liked the feeling I got when I said it. "No, dude. It's Marty. You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" "Yeah -- I do. But that's all I remember. What was that name I said as I was waking up?" "Rollie. You said it last night too. Do you remember anything about him?" "No -- other than - " I felt my cheeks warming. "What? Other than what, Dude! Sorry, I mean Tony! I'm so used to calling you Dude, because I didn't know your name til last night. So what was it that you started to say?" "Sorry -- about what?" I answered. "You were about to tell me something about -- Rollie" "Oh! I dunno -- unless it was the feelings I get when I hear that name." "What kind of feelings? This may be a breakthrough!" "I dunno -- just -- maybe -- well, they are GOOD feelings that's for sure! I love the way the name kind of rolls off my tongue." When I said that, I felt a swelling in my nether parts and felt extremely embarrassed and guilty. "Well, anyway, three days ago we were interviewed by the Honolulu Star Bulletin. You picture will have been seen by thousands already. Hopefully someone will know you." "Maybe I'm not from here." I said. "Well, even if you're not, someone must be looking for you. In the mean time, Chris says that you should be getting out -- seeing people and places. She - " "Is Chris your girlfriend?" I asked. "Sort of. More like best friend. Anyway, she asked if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight -- with her friend -- and of course Chris and me." "Whew!" I said. "I dunno. Is that supposed to help?" I -- think -- so. But it can't hurt! Chris's friend is a fox! And Chris has been building you up to the hilt!" "Omigod! Do you think I can measure up to her buildup?" "Well, I'm no authority on guys, but -- you look pretty good -- I think." Pretty good coming from a blind guy! "I guess dinner might be okay." I said. I felt strange. Like maybe I should be more excited than I felt. "If she likes you -- you may get lucky!" Quipped Marty. "Get lucky" I said to myself. Why does that sound so familiar? What does it mean? Well, being lucky has to be better than being unlucky~! Dinner was Fun. He was right. Chris's friend, Melissa, was a drop-dead gorgeous Hawaiian or maybe half Hawaiian -, with red hair and blue eyes so dark they appeared black at first. Marty wouldn't allow me to go home with her. He said I might be too freaked out waking up in a strange bed. I looked at her and decided if there was a strange bed to wake up in -- hers would be the one! Anyway, she insisted on us sleeping together -- in my bedroom. (That can't be a bad thing - - can it?) so Marty and Chris slept out on the couch. I think maybe it was their first time to sleep together. I felt like an idiot when she said, "you have never done this before, have you?" I felt a strange sensation of embarrassment and pride when I said, "I dunno. I guess -- maybe not." She took the lead and kissed me. That felt kind of good, though I couldn't remember ever doing it before. She kissed all over my face, then kissed her way down to my -- nether-regions. I was quite embarrassed, but it felt so good when she took my penis in her mouth! It felt all good, all bad, and all consuming to me -- all at once. I felt like any moment I would explode, when she stopped. "Okay -- you get to participate in this too, Buddy!" she said, authoritatively and she pushed my face into her crotch. What do I do?" I asked her. "Just probe inside with your tongue!" she said. I promise you'll like it! I did as I was told, and she started to suck on me again. I know that felt good, and truthfully - - her smell and taste was not all that bad either! As I felt my climax nearing for the second time she said to let it all go!" "Huh?" I said. "Just let yourself experience all of it! Scream and yell or laugh or cry -- whatever you feel!" she said. Then she started to suck again, and bob furiously. I think I did all of the things she suggested, and as I did them, I was cognizant of remembering to thrust my tongue into her. She also started to wriggle around wildly and then started to scream too, and we both came together. When we were finished, she clung to me closely. All I wanted to do was get away from her. But I didn't tell her that. I lay there wondering what just happened. Wondering why I felt -- unfulfilled or -- something. If that was my first time, it was certainly not what I expected. She seemed happy about it, and of that I was glad. But I felt an emptiness that was deep. The last thing I remember was Marty and Chris in the other room, giggling. I woke up to the sound of a TV. " - and so the lost boy has been lost again." I heard the newswoman say. I flew to the living room door. The others were sitting glued to the screen, not noticing that I was there. I saw a picture of myself and then they were interviewing a small Hawaiian guy. "You had just thought you found your -- was it your brother?" "Something like that." The Hawaiian said. "But now he can't be found again.?" The Hawaiian looked distraught and I was projecting that I must know him, if he's looking for me, so I wondered if he really looked familiar -- or was it just my hopes getting high? "Well, Mr. James -- Rollin, is it?" He nodded, "If he or anyone else who has seen him is watching this, maybe - " I lost the rest of the story as his name suddenly came to the front of my mind. Rollin. Rollin -- oh my god! ROLLIE!!! "Hey, that must be Rollie - MY Rollie!" I yelled, and all three of them jerked ther heads my way. "Shit!" Said Marty. He didn't have any dark glasses on. "Well, he doesn't look like your brother! He must be a best friend or something." Said Melissa. "What do you think I should do?" I asked. "Should I call the police -- and then find -- um -- Rollie -- to let him know I'm okay?" "Um -- yeah." Said Marty -- pensively. "But -- maybe -- um, maybe -- I better make the contacts for you. They don't know that you have lost your memory. That way -- um -- they won't be too shocked when they first see you." "I don't see why - " "Oh, I dunno, but maybe -- um -- this Rollie -- maybe he will act in a way -- when he sees you -- that might -- um -- well, - um -- give you too much information all at once." "But I want to know, Marty. What could he possibly tell me that - " "Well, for example -- what if he told you that you were a fag!? That you are his fag partner!? That'd put ME over the edge!" "Um -- yeah -- I guess." I said, not really convinced. It didn't sound as repugnant to me as Marty made it sound. "Well, anyway, let me make a few calls, Tony. First of all, let's look up your name in the phone book, now that we know it's Tony diMarco." Marty got the phone book and put it up right next to his eyes. Helooked up diMarco. "Nothing here." "How about the internet?" Said Melissa. "There are internet sites that tell about everyone!" Marty looked slightly irritated at her, but said, "Uh -- yeah, great idea, Melissa. "You know how to access it. The computer's there in the corner." She went to the computer and typed in a site and then within two minutes she excitedly said, "Um - There's a Lucas diMarco here, but -- it's on Maui." "Let me see that!" Said Marty, running to the computer. He moved within an inch of the monitor and looked at the screen and immediately picked up the phone and keyed in a number. I was beginning to wonder if he really was blind. "Hel -- hello? Is this Lucas diMarco? Yeah, I am calling for a friend, Tony -- Tony diMarco. What? Oh." He said, looking disappointed. "So -- you don't know a Tony diMarco? Well -- sorry to bother you -- what? Yes -- it is the boy that you have heard about on the news. Okay. Thanks anyway. Bye." He looked at me sadly and shook his head. "He doesn't know of a Tony diMarco." "So -- let's call the police!" I said, running out of patience. "Oh -- yeah!" Said Marty. He pushed a number on his phone. This time, I was sure that a blind guy could not make those wild punches and get a right number. "Yeah -- I think that we may know where Tony diMarco is. Yes sir. Well, actually he's been with me -- the last few weeks. Yes sir. No sir, he's just fine. We saw his picture on the TV this morning and - " I was feeling like I should be the one talking to the police. "I gotta pee!" I said, and bolted for the bathroom. Actually, my tummy was about to explode. But it didn't. I felt confused and disoriented (duh!) I nervously thrust my hands into my pockets and was reminded of my cell phone. I took it out. I wondered how it was that I could know some things -- like how to operate my cell phone -- and had forgotten more important things like -- who my parents are and -- Omigod! Am I gay? Would the phone even work after three weeks without a charge? I turned it on. I pushed 911. "Honolulu emergency response." Said a male voice. "This is Tony diMarco. I - " "No shit!!? I mean -- sorry! I mean -- Where are You?" "I -- I'm not sure. I'm staying with a guy named Marty." Rap rap rap! Came a knock at the bathroom door. "You okay in there, Tony?" "Yeah -- I just got sick, then found my phone. I'll be right out. I'm talking to the police." The bathroom door frame splintered, as Marty's foot kicked it in. He ran to me and grabbed my phone and threw it in the toilet and flushed it. I watched it sit idly at the bottom of the toilet, going nowhere. I looked back at Marty. "What the fuck - ?" I said. Marty spoke in a forced calm as he said to me, "We're doing this for your own good. The master is in control, Tony. Just let me - " I pushed him out of the way and ran out of the bathroom as he yelled, "Don't let him get away! Mel, stop him, Dammit!" Melissa stepped in my path to the front door. I kept running, clearing Melissa out with the back of my hand to her face. I opened the front door and I heard something crash. I wondered why the ceiling was careening past me and the next thing I knew, I woke up and could not see anything. I was moving side to side and my hands and feet were bound, as was my mouth -- with some kind of tape. I figured out that I was in the trunk of a car. It was going fast -- or at least seemed to be going around a lot of curves. I saw a glimmer of light. It was coming through the stop light that was mounted inside the rear window of the car, and protruded down into the trunk. The ride seemed to take forever. I started to yell, but realized that no one in the car cared whether or not I yelled. I put together some of the things that had happened in the last three weeks. I remembered that I had had amnesia. It seemed almost surreal, because I now could remember everything. Maybe it was that last whack on the head. I remembered: Fred had taken us all out to dinner -- that is, Ben, Rollie and me -- to celebrate our -- Rollie's and my -- recent decision to be boyfriends. After the dinner, at the Sheraton Waikiki, we went down to the beach and Fred suggested we all go for a night swim. We went up to his room and he had enough swimwear for everyone. He had to wear his trademark -- almost g-string -- Speedo, but he wore a cabana shirt over it until we got to the water. We shed our outer clothing and towels and ran into the seemingly lukewarm water. When we got out to what used to be pylons for a wharf, we took off all out swimwear and put them on one of the pylons. We swam out further because it was still quite shallow. We were frolicking and playing, laughing and joking and suddenly there was a large yacht bearing directly at us. We all dove under the water. I came up too soon and hit my head on the bottom of the boat. It seemed like I blacked out, but it must have been only momentary because then the boat was beside me, still going forward. Two large arms reached out and grabbed me, pulling me up over the side. Then I was out again. It seemed ludicrous to me now, as I was rolling back and forth, between a spare tire and something else harder, that I didn't worry about Rollie and the others, but then I remembered: That's when I lost my memory. What a strange phenomenon it was remembering that I couldn't remember -- but now knowing what it was that I couldn't -- I was pondering that when the car took a sharp left, and I discovered that the other hard thing next to me was a shovel, as I rolled up onto it. I did cry out, as my face lay over the shovel's blade. But I doubted anyone heard me. I decided that it was best to keep quiet and -- even pretend to be still passed out -- when we stopped. I didn't know what I could do -- not knowing where I was, but I surely didn't want to be with whomever had -- had -- Omigosh! It just occurred to me that I have been kidnapped! The car stopped. As soon as the motor stopped I heard, "Shh!" I heard three doors open and slam shut. Then I heard a key in the trunk latch. In my heightened state of fear and excitement, I was ready to spring out of the compartment as soon as it opened, but at the last minute reverted to my original idea of feigning being passed out. As they manhandled me out of the trunk, they didn't take very much care about it, and it took all my willpower not to cry out, as they bumped my head across the bottom lip of the trunk opening. "Damn this guy is heavy!" Said a female voice that I now knew to be Melissa. "Hee hee! He sure didn't seem this heavy last night!" "You know what they say about dead weight!" Said another female voice. I assume that was Chris. "Don't even joke about that!" Said the voice I now know as Marty. We need him alive. How can the master kill a guy that's already dead? It took every ounce of my will to remain "unconscious" after hearing that. "He's not gonna be a very willing subject now that he knows who he is. I think he knows too much!" Said Melissa. "I think we should kill him now and -" "Mel!" Pleaded Marty. I wondered who was in authority here. "The master might kill all of US if we don't produce a sacrifice by tomorrow!" "Marty!" She yelled. I involuntarily flinched. She lowered her voice. "If he's not a willing - " "Something's better than nothing, Mel." I could hear fear in both their voices. "He has forgotten everything every time he's woke up since he's been with us." "Thanks Marty, that's exactly what I'll do." I thought. Marty continued, "Let's assume the best and hope he forgets again. And if not, let the master decide what to do with him." "Hah! You know what he'll say." Said Melissa. "Fuck! I wish it wasn't tomorrow! This guy is cute, and -- I'd love to play some more with him. For a novice, he is good with his tongue." "You may get your chance tonight. And if you're good, you may be able to convince him that he's only playing a game with the master. He's been pretty malleable that way since we've had him. It was a lucky fluke that he got amnesia. All that psycho-crap to get them on our side is so tiring!" "Oh yeah. Remember that little nerdy dude? He was a hard nut to crack!" Sais Melissa. "But the surprise when he figured out it was for reals! Omigosh, that was fun. I'm so glad that the master relented and let us pleasure ourselves as we watched him cut his heart out. That was dreadfully awesome!" "Omigod yes!" Said the other female voice. I only could assume it was Chris. "As that ugly little nerd was screaming and pleading just before the master cut his arteries and he had to watch as his heart was cast into the fire -- just before passing out - - That was the most awesome orgasm I ever - " "Now, Chris," said Marty, "You know we're not supposed to revel in the blessed sacrifice." Was that sarcasm I heard in his voice. I heard a door open and they carried me in and threw me onto a bed. I started to groan as if waking up. Then something told me to wait. I went limp. SCORE! They took off all the tape and left the room. I heard the door lock after they went out. I suppressed the urge to spring up, and carefully looked around the room. It must be late afternoon, and this room faced away from the sun. It was dim in the room, but it was a sparse room, so it was easy to check for cameras. None. Microphones might be another story. I silently got up. A bedspring squawked loudly. I froze. I heard them laughing in the next room. I crept to the widow. It did not open, and it overlooked a sheer cliff. No escape here! I stepped on a creaky board. "Did you hear something?" Someone in the other room said. I sprang for the bed and in a flash of inspiration, called out, "Rollie!?", loud enough to be heard in the other room and also to cover the noise of leaping back into bed. I heard the key in the door. My mind was racing. Should I just make a run for it? No, that didn't work out so well last time. Melissa poked her head in. "Hi Baby. Did you call for someone?" I turned and tried to look confused. "Huh?" I said, shading my eyes from the greater light coming from the other room. "It sounded like you called out for -- was it Rollie?" She said. "Who?" I said. "You called out for a Rollie." She said sweetly. "I don't know a Rollie." I lied. I saw color come back to her face. "Who are you?" I asked, as if I didn't know! "I'm Melissa. I'm afraid you have lost your memory. Do you remember who you are yet?" "Of course! That's silly -- I'm -- I'm - " I'm hoping I am convincing! "Oh." I said. "I -- guess -- I don't know. Should I know you?" "I've been taking care of you the past few weeks. We're trying to find out who you are." "The police - " I started. I saw a glint of fear when I mentioned them. DAMN, I'm pretty good at this! "We've been in contact with them. They have not received any missing persons report." "Um -- who's `we'?" I asked. "Chris -- Marty!" She called out. Both of them came in smiling. "You okay, Bud?" Said Marty, with a wide grin. "Still can't remember who you are today? Well, we'll figure it out. You're in good hands!" He patted me on the back. It was all I could do to not cringe. It felt more like a stab in the back coming from him. I smiled up at him. It dawned on me that both Chris and Marty were bi-gender names. I looked directly into Marty's eyes and said, "So -- you must be Chris?" He laughed easily and said, No, I'm Marty. This is Chrissie." I smiled up at her and nodded. I got up and wandered to the window. I parted the curtains and said, idly, "What a beautiful view!" "Have you ever been to Maui?" I looked from face to face, then said, "I don't know -- I don't -- remember." "Of course!" Smiled Marty. "We're on the windward side of Maui, not far from Hana." What a liar! There's nothing even remotely like this near Hana! I thought. "Oh." I said. "Cool! Maybe we can go out exploring later!" I said testing the water on that issue. "We'll see." Said Marty. Right now, you must be hungry. You haven't eaten anything since your fall." "My - - fall?" "Yeah, you fell and got a nasty bump on your head." I felt my head. I didn't have to act when my hand brushed over the bump there. I flinched, and exclaimed, "Oh! You're so right about that. Yeah, I wouldn't mind something to eat. Now that you mention it, I am starved!" "You like pizza?" "What boy doesn't!" I said. "How old are you, Tony?" Asked Chris. I saw a worried frown go to her form Melissa. "What did you call me?" I said. "Um -- er - " stammered Marty, "we -- um -- had to call you something, so we decided Tony would be good." "You look like a Tony -- so cute and Italian!" Said Melissa. "You and Melissa have been pretty chummy while you've been here!" Said Marty. "Really?" I said, pasting a surprised, hungry look on my face, to hide the very real, "Ick!" that I was feeling. "From what we heard in your bedroom last night, you must be VERY chummy!" Said Chris. I thought about last night. Now that I remembered who and - - what - - I am -- I almost choked as a wave a nausea swept over me. I worried what I could do if she starts coming on to me tonight. I'm pretty sure I can't respond like last night! "Let's go heat up some pizza!" Said Marty. I wondered why he had pretended he was blind last night. It was getting dark outside. I had to gain their trust somehow. I grabbed Melissa's hand and said, "Let's go for a walk as the pizza heats up!" "It won't take long in the microwave!" Said Marty. "It's okay, I just want to walk around the house. Oh wait! I can't go ALL the way around can I?" I laughed. I pulled Mellissa out the door, hoping that it would be too suspicious for them to protest to vehemently. My ploy worked. As soon as we got outside, I looked around. Deep jungle. I doubted my ability to make a run with her there. I said, "Oh gosh! I gotta pee bad!" I turned around and unzipped. I looked back and she was watching. "Turn around, Mel!" I said. "I can't pee while anyone is watching. Can I call you Mel?" "Su- sure." she said -- very unsure. She turned away and I ducked behind and into a thicket of Bamboo. "You're not looking, are you?" I said. Peeking through it. "No." she was! And she sounded nervous. "Turn around!" I demanded. She complied. I stepped away further and since I really did have to pee, I did so on a hollow root, so she would hear me. But as I did so, I kept moving away. When I was finished, I zipped up and then crouched low. Then said nothing. "Tony?" She said, sounding almost panicky. She stepped in the direction of where I was. I silently stood and hid behind a very thick growth of bamboo. Tony -- where are you. Are you playing with me?" I thought she was going to almost cry. As she neared me, I jumped out and hugged her. "Gotcha! Hahahaha!" I said. She got a horrified look on her face, then a very contrived and controlled smile. "You DID, didn't you?" I didn't wait for anything more, as I said, "Either I smell that pizza or I'm even hungrier than I realized. Last one in the house is a rotten egg!" I got to the door first, and that made her the rotten one, but egg was not my first thought. I opened the door and stepped in, then held it for her, sweeping my hand through the air. I giggled as I said, "At your service Ma'am!" She laughed and walked through as lightly as a lead zeppelin. She looked altogether haggard. But she bought my ruse! I was able to switch my plate with Marty's, as they were all looking in another direction -- just in case. I was beginning to worry that he may have caught on to my façade., and may have seen me switch plates. But he ate all the pizza. After we ate, Melissa made some signal to Marty and he said, "I -- uh -- I mean we -- have had a long day. I think me and Chrissie'll retire early." They went toward the other bedroom from the one they put me in. That left Melissa and me alone. She said, "Finally! I thought we'd never get to be alone!" She was not a bad looking woman, and I think she had a lot of confidence in her ability to seduce me -- again. She pulled me into the bedroom. She undressed me seductively and kissed me everywhere as she went. I kissed her too, as passionately as I could muster. She got all my clothes off and started to play with my dick. I was afraid that it would not respond. It started to get hard. I know that by this time any normal kid would already be hard as a steel bar. I heard the bathroom door close and some water running. That was my chance! "I gotta pee!" I said, I opened the door and the bathroom door was closed. (Of course!) "Shit1 I really gotta go. Well, I'll just step outside!" I went to grab my clothes and she said, "You won't need those. There isn't anyone around here for miles! And besides I just got them off you. There's something awfully sexy about a cute guy peeing naked in the jungle!" I slipped into the toes of my tennies and stepped out the door. I looked back and she did not follow! I walked around the side of the house, looking down at my nudity, and decided it's now or never1 I bent down and pulled on my shoes and was just about to break into a sprint when I heard, "Tony!" I looked and my heart sank. There stood Marty, fully clothed and zipping up. "I guess you had the same idea I did." I thought he looked at me hungrily. Notes: What had Tony gotten into this time? Well, we may have to wait until after New Years to find out ... maybe! Your notes are always encouraging -- thanks! Send any comments to: Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve