Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2008 19:48:42 +0000 From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com> Subject: Dilemma for Tony, Ch 22 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. 21: I went to my room and immediately called Ben. "Ben!" "Tony!" I quickly rehearsed to him what the conversation was in the car with Fred. "Okay -- thanks. And Tony -- I meant what I told you before you left." "Ben -- we can't - " "Gotta go, he's back! Bye!" "Bye Ben." I said sadly. Omigod! I'm not a teenager! Why am I acting like one? What shall I tell Rollie. With Fred knowing about this, I can't NOT tell him - - - - - - - can I? Chapter 21 My parents were very understanding and if not supportive, at least more than civil about me moving in with a guy -- as a lover. We discussed it a little before dinner -- before my brothers came to the table. Before I went to bed, dad stepped in my room and said, "Tony -- you wanna talk?" I started to tell him no, but he said, "Obviously something's been bothering you all evening. You wanna talk about it?" I nodded. He came in and closed the door. "What's up, Son?" "It's just so damned frustrating -- sometimes -- dad?" "You mean life in general? That I know! Welcome to adulthood." "No -- I -- well, yes, but -- no! Dad, sometimes I still feel -- and ACT -- like a stupid little teenager! Is that normal?' "Welllll -- yes! You could compare the twenties to the teens this way: the twenties are to the teens like -- the teens are to the preteen years." "Huh?" "You probably don't remember it much, but during your teens -- sometimes you acted like a responsible adult -- as a matter of fact -- most of the time. But sometimes you were a pain in the ass. It was like you reverted to when you were 6 or 7 -- or worse!" "I did?" "Yes -- just as -- well, look at your brothers. Even with both of them gone to football practice most of the time -- when they have to act cool and older - when they are home, they feel free to let it go for awhile and you know as well as I do what a pain in the ass both of them can be sometimes. "When you're that age you don't notice it so much because kids -- including teens -- are very self-centered. You don't see what an ass you make of yourself as a teen. But now that you're older -- when you act like a teen -- you DO notice it and get frustrated with yourself because you thought all that kind of crap was behind you." "It just get's so - " "Don't worry, Tony. You're just fine!" Said my (I'm going to say) wise father. Now -- if only he could tell this to Rollie -- and Fred - - and Ben! I went to sleep wishing that I had my sweet Rollie there, reassuring me and keeping me warm. I also couldn't help thinking about my last foray with Ben. But that's not what I jacked off to: I'm getting more and more itchy to get a thorough fucking from my guy! I knew I was dreaming. Somehow I even knew why I was dreaming. But it still felt real. But is was like the real that one feels when doing high events and knowing there is belay for protection. I was mountain biking down Haleakala -- the actual caldera -- and my tires slipped and I found myself suspended precariously between two rocks on a steep incline. I was powerless to save myself and there were four others reaching out to me: Rollie, Dad, Fred, and Ben. I slipped and started losing my tread, and each of them tried harder to reach me, but none could quite get to me. I could have easily reached out to one of them, but that would mean letting my bike fall down the incline, never to be redeemed. I woke up with a start. I thought I was falling, but the ringing in my ears was only my cell phone, ringing my wake up tone. I had set it for 5:00 AM. My cell phone alarm is quiet enough that it won't wake someone at the other side of the bed, let alone in another room. I woke up early enough to get some more of my stuff together to take to Rollie's. I had just turned on my bedside light when I heard a very light tapping at my door. I opened it expecting to see my dad or maybe Mom. It was Joseph. My "little" brother was 18 now and worked out when he wasn't practicing football. He's 6'-2" tall and 210 pounds, with not ounce of fat. He will graduate in June. He was shirtless, in sleep shorts, and was sleepily rubbing his washboard abs as he walked into my room, each time coming short of grazing the top of the raging wood, scarcely hidden inside his shorts. "Hi Bro!" I said, obviously surprised and amused. "You're moving out?" He said, always one to get to the point -- or so I thought. "Hi Joey!" I repeated, using his nickname. He scowled at that. He decided in 9th grade he was no longer Joey. "Sorry, Joe. It's my only advantage over you!" I said, squeezing his rock hard bicep. "I like Joseph." "You'll never be Joseph to me. I love you too much to refer to you in such a formal manner." He took a short step to me and picked me up and crunch hugged me. When he felt my own wood growing and his obviously pressing hard into my own groin, he giggled. No, Joe is not anything close to gay. But brothers will always be brothers. "Tone-tone, I'm worried about Aaron." He didn't want me to call him Joey, but he calls me the same name he called me when he first learned to talk. And our brother Levi? He decided in 9th grade that he didn't like his name. He chose Aaron for a nickname. Don't try to figure it out -- it's a Mormon thing! Everyone else in the family and extended family still call him Levi. But Joey and I call him by his preferred name. "Why are you worried, Joe?" "I think he may be -- um -- well -- gay." "Oh! And -- would I be assuming that you also worry about me?" "You're four years older than I am, Tone. I never was in a position to be your protector. But that's how I feel about Aaron." "Okay -- so what worries you? Has he been -- um -- provoking anyone -- on the team?" Aaron is built like Joey, but is 4" shorter than I, which puts him at a full 5'-8" tall. And he's blond -- like Mom. He weighs about 165. "He can take care of himself can't he?" "He could with guys his own size. But the bigger guys would have too much of a weight advantage. But that's not what I am worried about." I sat on my bed, and Joey came and stood next to me, his still major wood, a thin piece of cloth away from slapping my face. I gave him "the look" and he grinned and sat down next to me. "I love teasing you, Tone. I hope you don't mind." "No problem, Joe. I'm just glad you're okay with it." Then he continued about our youngest brother. "No, he doesn't do anything to provoke anyone. I just -- well, it's just that - " He was hedging, obviously trying to spare my feelings. "Go ahead, Joe. You can't hurt my feelings." Of course he COULD, but I know that nothing he would say will be a personal attack. "Tone-tone, I have watched you go through so much, first with just trying to accept who and what you are. I don't want him to go through all that." "Well, of course I don't either. And being short, he also has that to contend with. What makes you think he's gay?" "I -- don't think that -- well, I know he's being sneaky about it, but I know my brother. In the showers after practice, he's always looking -- you know -- at the other guys' stuff." "You mean he likes their jerseys and pads better than his own?" I said, mockingly. "You know that's not what I mean!" He said. "He looks at their dicks!" "Uh-huh. And tell me that you've never done that!" he looked extremely guilty for a second. "Joey," He knew now I meant that as an endearing term, "Every guy looks. I was scared shitless that someone might catch me looking or -- worse, that I might pop wood in the showers with the other guys. And that was before I admitted anything to myself. But I learned -- a little late -- in 11th grade psychology -- oh, that Mr. Hannah loved telling us about our sexual proclivities!" "I know! I sometimes wonder if HE's gay!" "Maybe at least bi. He actually had an affair with one of the girls in my class. But anyway, I could tell by all the nods and laughs that everyone felt the same way. He told us that all guys do that and all guys worry about being caught. Once he had told us that, I was still careful, but I didn't worry so much. Heh, I used to flip it while no one was looking so it would seem bigger in the shower! You know I'm not all that huge." "Yeah, hee hee! I do that too! Heh -- I guess the big dick gene passed you and me, didn't it!" He quipped. But Aaron has it in spades!" "Huh?" "Aaron's hung like a donkey." "Nuh-uh!" I said. "Geez, you know I haven't seen him since he was about 12!" "Anyway -- I know all that stuff you're telling me. But still something tells me Aaron might be gay." "Joey," I said sweetly, "Have you asked him?" "Yeah. He said -- and I quote -- `FUCK NO!' I think he was trying too hard -- you know -- to make me believe him." "Shh. It's still early. I don't think Mom or Dad would like to wake up to that. And -- don't you think most guys his age would react the same if someone accused them of - "" "Well, maybe, but still - anyway, I don't know how to - " "Did you want me to talk to him?" "If you think it would do any good." "I'll see what I can do. Go back to bed, Joey. We'll talk later -- k?" I called Rollie. It was a little early, but I was sure he wouldn't mind. "Hi my sweet Tony!" he said, obviously having been awakened by the phone. I could hear his smile. "Hi Ralls. Hey, I have to come back there today to see the sheriff, but still have some stuff to do here. I'd like to bring my little brother, Aaron with me, probably just for tonight." "You don't have to ask to have company, Tony. Unless we have something planned. Sure! I can wait another few days. I assume you don't want to do me with your brother in the next room! Hee hee!" "Great! The sheriff is picking me up. I'll call you as soon as he's through with me. Bye." "Ahem!" said Rollie. "Aloha!" "Oh. Sorry. Got a lot on my mind. I love you." "Love you too! Bye!" I could still hear the smile! "Dad?" I opened his bedroom door. "Hi Son." He said opening one eye. "come in." "It's Tony." I said. Joey, Aaron and I all sound pretty much alike. I padded over and sat on the floor by his face. "Dad, what would you think if I asked Levi to come to Honolulu with me today?" "I don't want my youngest son going over to that horrid place!" Said Mom, instantly awake. "Now, Wendy, it's not that bad. Why Tony? Are you gonna tell him?" "Tell him what?" I said, astonished and not quite believing what my premonition was telling me! "Tony, we don't blame you at all, but -- we have been wondering too -- if Levi is gay too." "Whew!" I said. "I'm sorry. I know - if there's anything a Mormon mom and dad want less than a gay son - - it's two gay sons!" "No one -- Mormon or otherwise -- wants their child to have that kind of challenge, Tony. Anyway -- I think it might be a good idea if you talked to him. You may be able to do it without challenging him -- as he would probably perceive if it were one of us. I don't even know if he knows about you. We don't really discuss it." I went to my bedroom and started to pack a few things, knowing that I'd be back here in a day and take some more stuff then. I was amazed at how much stuff had in my little bedroom. I had a hard time choosing what to keep and what to throw away and what to take. One reason was the conflicting feelings that were going on at several levels. First was that I was still plagued by my recent activity with Ben, and the feelings I still had for Fred. Then there was the worry about what the sheriff wanted from me. But the number one worry -- and guilt -- was the fact that I felt almost elated that my brother might be gay. No one knows more than I how hard it is to be gay. Well, I suppose there are some, whose families just reject them altogether, who maybe know better -- but I certainly -- on the surface -- don't want my little brother to be gay! But - - under a very thin surface -- some part of me wanted that so much! And I felt extremely guilty about that! And don't misunderstand -- I would never touch my brother -- that seems just wrong! But there's a selfish part of me that seems to want someone -- in my family -- to understand. Okay, I had to do some self-talk: "Self? Are you listening? I officially DON'T want Aaron to be gay!" I'm not sure self was convinced! "Hi Tony." I turned and Aaron was standing in my doorway, looking somewhat perturbed. "Dad said you wanted to talk to me." I thought he looked worried. I spoon decided he just didn't like being awakened so suddenly. "Oh!" I said, "Yeah. Sorry to wake you so early." His expression told me I was right. He smiled begrudgingly and said, "S'all right." God I love this little 15-year-old! "Aaron -- I've been thinking -- you and I are 6 years apart - " "Six and a half!" he said, " - and until now we haven't had much in common." He frowned a little at that. I wondered if he anticipated anything. "But now that you're a little older, I think we have a lot more in common, and -- maybe we need to get better acquainted." "Huh?" He said, now clearly confused. "Listen, I am going to Honolulu for a couple days and I asked Dad if you could come with me." "No shit?!!" he said, then caught himself. "Oops! I mean -- really?" he corrected, excitedly. "Yeah. I really want you to meet my -- my -- partner -- Rollie. And the three of us can hang out for a day or so." "You mean your room mate -- right?" "You can call him that if you want. First I have to go to the sheriff's department to give a deposition -- or something." "What's that?" "It's to give them a statement that can be used in court later." "Oh. Where will we go over there?" "Well -- for starters, I thought about the P.C.C." "The Polynesian Cultural Center? Kewl! When do we leave?" I knew he had not been there since before he was a teen. So that will definitely be a plan. "Also we might go to see Rollie dive at Waimea Falls. "Rollie -- that's your room mate - he dives?" said Aaron, still trying to put it together. "Look, I don't have a job there, yet, so I'll have to talk to Dad about helping out with your PCC entrance. But let me worry about that, k?" "Anything you say!" My little brother looked at me like I was some kind of rock star. I hope I don't let him down too hard. "Um -- if you don't have a job -- why are you -- um -- moving there?" "To be with Rollie." I said. "Oh. You really like him, huh?" "Yeah. We'll talk about that a little more while we're gone." I said. "Get your things together." I said, and left to finish my own packing. One of the reasons that I was still a virgin before I met Ben Hastings is that we were pretty sheltered from worldly things. Mom home schooled each of us in grade school, and when we got to middle school, we were just different enough that we didn't quite fit in with anyone. I guess I played along with the rest of the family, regarding my brothers. Joey figured me out just last year -- after my mission. And apparently Joey hasn't told Aaron anything. I don't really think Aaron has a clue yet. I had a suitcase and another small bag loaded to the hilt with stuff, when Joey came bounding in. He had a scowl on his face. "What?" I asked -- though I had some idea what his problem was. "Not fair! I've never been to Honolulu -- well, not with you! Can I come? I got some money. I can pay my own way." His scowl had turned to a pleading look. "I -- um -- Look, Joey -- I just don't think I can talk to Aaron with you there." "Sure you can! You can sleep with him and I'll sleep in your bed!" "My bed is - - Rollie's bed. And they're in separate rooms." "Ew! I didn't wanna hear -- um -- It's just not fair!" He was almost 18 and now looked about 12, with his lower lip protruding far enough for a peacock to perch on it. "Look, Joey, You can come see us later -- and for a longer time. You'll be 18 in just a few weeks and -- well, I'd rather have you all to myself than with Aaron." "Well -- okay." He said, still pouting. "Tony?" "Yeah?" "Um -- I want to tell you something." "What's that, dude?" I said. "I really love you!" He quickly followed up with, "Tony -- I mean -- you're like -- well -- I want to be just like you." "JUST like me?" I said, and laughed. "Well -- not in EVERY way." He said, grinning. "B ut -- like you said -- you know -- that you wish you weren't gay?" "Yeah?" I said., now worried and more excited than I wanted to admit. "Well, yeah -- that and -- um -- well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but -- I feel the same way." "HUH?!" I exclaimed. "I mean -- I'm glad I'm not gay! But -- what I was wondering -- was -- do you think -- I mean -- your -- um -- your mission - " "Yeah -- what about my mission?" "Well, you know -- I've been thinking about -- about -- mine and stuff -- you know -- whether I should go or not - - and stuff." "Why would you not go? I didn't know you were even questioning it. Joey! It'll be the best two years of your life." "That's what everyone says. Can you honestly say that your mission was the best two years of your life?" "Joey -- it was hard sometimes -- I'll admit that - it was! Having to be with a guy -- sometimes a guy that I was really -- well -- attracted to and Joey -- I loved all of my comps. But there were a few -- a couple really -- that I felt like I was in love with. That was hard. But -- it still was the best two years of my life." "What about - " "Dude! There is something -- I dunno -- ecstatic or something -- to see someone -- or sometimes a whole family -- change for the better. And to know that I was -- I mean I know that God prepared them and everything, but that I was the vessel through which they drank the purity of the gospel from. That's a great feeling." "But -- I guess what I'm worried -- I mean -- what I wondered about was -- er -- I mean is -- um -- do you think your mission had anything to do with you being gay?" "Omigosh, Joe! Not -- not -- NOT at all! I mean -- I may have figured out that I was gay -- you know -- for sure -- during my mission. But it didn't make me gay -- or even any gayer." "Oh. I just was -- I mean thought that -- I mean -- not at all, huh?" "Joey! Not at all! No! Got it?" "Yeah. I guess. Thanks." I told myself right then that I HAD to have some more alone time with THIS brother too. "But - " he persisted, "um -- I was just thinkin' -- if I had to be with a girl -- um -- that I thought was -- um -- well, I mean -- HOT -- you know?" I nodded. "I mean, if I had to be with her 100% of the time -- even at night -- I dunno how I'd -- I mean I'd be so -- um - " "Horny?" I said, smirking a little. "Well - - yeah!" He blurted out. I couldn't help myself. I said, "DUH!" "How did you handle it?" He said. "Mostly - - with my right hand." I said, keeping a straight face. He looked at me curiously at first, not sure if he heard me right. Then he broke into a grin and then so did I. Then he burst out laughing. He threw his arms around me and whispered into my ear, "My big brother might be a fag, but he obviously is just a horny boy -- just like me!" Then he bit my ear playfully. We both laughed and when he let my ear go, I pecked him on the mouth. "I love you, Joey!" I said. "You're gonna have to come to see Rollie and me real soon!" "Kewl!" He said, and squeezed my butt -- then laughed again. "What's all the frivolity in here?" Said my dad. Poking his head in my room. "Joey's coming to visit me in a couple weeks!" I said. Dad didn't exactly frown, as his eyes panned down to Joey's hand still on my butt. "I was only kidding, Dad! Gah!" "Maybe that's not something to kid about, Boys." Said Dad, keeping a pleasantly straight face. "Or at least keep it more discreet -- maybe?" "Yeah, your right, Dad." I said. "Sorry." Joey just shrugged, like he didn't see any big deal. "I'm ready!" Said Aaron, bounding into my room. Then we were joined by my mom. "You take extra good care of your brother, Antonio diMarco!" Said mom. She hugged us both, and quickly walked out of the room, calling after, "Breakfast will be in five if we're to get you two to the airport in time!" We arrived at the airport in plenty of time. After we got sat down, Aaron said, "Be right back - I gotta take a pee." When he came back, he smirked and said, "There was this guy in there -- at another urinal -- he was checkin' me out." "Hmm. Well, as I understand it -- you got quite something to check out. What did he look like?" "Hah! He wasn't as big as - " he stopped mid sentence. "So!" I laughed. "You were checkin' him out too!" Aaron turned red and said, "That's what guys do - - isn't it?" "They do." "Do you?" He said. "Or -- is it mostly just teenagers -- like me." "No -- I think everyone does it. Maybe some -- more than others." "You mean - - fags?" I could tell by his expression and tone that he really doesn't have a clue about me. "Well -- take you for example," I started. "Wo, now! Wait a minute!" "No -- really -- how long has it been since you -- um -- got so big?" "How did you know I was so big?" his physical height had not changed, so he knew what I was talking about. "Joe told me." I said. He started to say something else, but I forged on. "When did your's get so big?" "About six months ago." He said, getting redder by the moment. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Aaron. How long did it take to get that big?" "Sheesh, Tony! No one's ever asked me that before." "Can you guess at it?" "It all happened last summer. Last time I was in the showers at school, last year, I had this little dink. When I went back to school it was -- huge and -- shee-yit -- I couldn't control it, Tony. Did you have that problem?" "Yeah. Most guys do. But no one really notices -- and -- do you know why?" "No. Why?" Because all the rest of the guys -- and the girls too -- are all going through so many changes that -- they are so paranoid about everyone else seeing and making fun of them -- haha -- they don't notice everyone else." "They noticed me! The guys in the showers -- well, some of them -- call me donkey-cock now!" "Well, anyway -- if you grew that fast and -- that big -- I'd be surprised of you DIDN'T check out guys -- maybe more than most." "Tony -- it was creepy and -- well -- kinda cool all summer long." "What was?" "Because it itched so much! It was all I could do to not be rubbing it all the time!" "I'll bet it was. I can remember when I went through that." "You too? You itched like that?" "I don't remember itching like that -- no. I grew slower and -- not so huge." "I never said it was huge. Is that what Joe told you?" "Uh-huh. But Aaron -- I still found it hard to keep my hands off it." "Oh. Are you gonna give me the masturbation talk now? Is that why we're going to Honolulu -- so you can tell me all about how it's not evil to masturbate and everyone does it and just don't get addicted to it?" "Haha! No. Sounds like you already had that talk." "The bishop talked to all us guys together." "Cool. Bishop Waite never told us that. He told us it WAS evil and we should not be touching it all the time." "I'm glad we got a new bishop before I had to hear about it. Bishop Gates is so cool!" Our flight was announced and we went to the gate and climbed up into the plane. Aaron was in front of me and I saw the young flight attendant staring a hole in the seat of my brother's pants. And he WAS cute! As we took off for (we thought) Honolulu, the cute flight attendant, Ron, buckled himself in, facing us, his back to the cockpit. So he could not see what we saw, looking out our windows. I said to him, "Wow -- it looks like we're landing on Lanai." I guess he was quite new. He jumped up in a panic almost, his eyes almost popping out of his head. He looked out the tiny port hole in the door and then ran to the cockpit to ask what was happening. He returned and told us that they were making an unscheduled stop on the Island of Lanai, to pick up a bunch of guys that had been over there deer hunting. "Wow," whispered Aaron to me, "did you think that steward guy kind of overreacted a little?" "No, I thought he overreacted a lot." I replied. "Even if he were worried, he should never have let us know it." "How come you keep staring at him, Tony?" "Heh. I -- uh -- well -- he is kinda cute and -- obviously he thinks you are too." "Huh!!?? What makes you think that?" "If he had laser vision, there would be a hole in the seat of your pants!" Aaron looked at me strangely, then said, "Maybe I should be a flight attendant after I graduate. I think I could do better than that guy's doing." "Give him a break, Bud. He's probably just new. Did you know that a majority of male flight attendants are probably gay?" "Really? Hm. Well, it looks like a pretty cushy job." We landed and the hunters got on the plane. They were still in their safari gear, and Ron seemed to like the look as he eyed each one of them from head to foot. He looked like a kid in a candy store. I looked at Aaron, and he seemed oblivious to Ron and to all the macho guys. Well, they didn't really move me either. Not my type. The sheriff met us at the Honolulu airport and drove us to a nearby substation, and took my deposition, showing me pictures of the 2 women. I identified them and also saw a picture of Marty -- but he was beyond recognition. He was all broken up and bloated. I asked if Aaron could come in with me to see how the process works, but this time they said no. After seeing Marty, I was glad. He didn't need to be subjected to that. Neither did I, really. I felt a fleeting moment of sadness. Even though he pushed me in the first place, he WAS the one who pulled me back to safety. In all honestly I don't think he would have tried to save me if he thought it would be his last act. It was like an involuntary reaction. But still - - When I got back to the waiting room, Aaron was standing, looming at the wanted posters on the wall. "What a bunch of losers!" He said to me as I walked up. I looked and there were several guys who looked Aaron's way, any one of which could have been on that wall. "Let's get outa here!" I whispered. As soon as we were out the door, "Aaron! You have to learn to hold your comments. I'm sure some of the men in that room were not there because they wanted to be. They probably were there to visit guys like are on those posters. Be a little careful where you say things!" I realized by the crushed look on his face that I maybe overreacted. My little brother is pretty sensitive, I guess. "You okay, Aaron?" "Yeah." He almost squeaked out. I had to remind myself he isn't even 16 yet. "Okay -- look -- no harm done. But just remember, it could have been uncomfortable -- or worse. "One or more of them could have followed us outside -- and -- maybe I'm a little sensitive, since I have been attacked twice, but -- let's try to be careful - - okay Bro?" "Sorry." He whispered. I had called Rollie from the sheriff's office before we started the deposition, so he was waiting for us in the parking lot. When I told Aaron, he was shocked. "What? That's your new room mate?" he exclaimed. We were still 50 yards away so Rollie couldn't hear us, but he was standing outside his car, all smiles. "Well -- uh -- yeah." I answered. "He's -- Hawaiian!" Said Aaron, in a tone I didn't really like. "You mean you are good enough friends with a native to room with him?" He sounded astonished. "SHH!" I said. "Aaron -- he's -- I mean -- we're -- um -- more than just friends." I really didn't expect that my little brother was quite this dense. "Oh. So -- you're like -- best friends, huh? That's -- um -- nice I guess. Most of the Hawaiians I go to school with won't give me the time of day. I mean - " "Aren't there any members in your class -- I mean of the church -- Hawaiians." "Naw. And if -- hey -- he's small!" "Shh!" We were close enough that if the wind were blowing right, Rollie would have heard that. "Damn, Aaron, Grow up!" I said. He looked wounded again. Rollie strode to us now and walked up to me and hugged me closely. Then, when I was slow to react and introduce them he smiled broadly at Aaron and said, "You must be the famous Levi I've heard about! Geez, Tony, you didn't tell me your little brother was so cute!" Aaron blinked and blushed. "I -- I -- I -- yeah. That must be me." He said, offering his hand. Aaron grabbed it and pumped it enthusiastically. "Well, lets get home. You like to swim, Levi?" Notes: Well, this is getting interesting. I wonder where it'll go? Tune in to the next chapter and we shall see! If you'd like to comment, please address it to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ^Å Love, Steve