Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 16:51:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Fifty-Three

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Chapter Fifty-Three: Brad's Idol

"Uncle Ray, we need ta talk."  I tried to sound serious and like I was a
little upset with him.  He knew the whole time where Donny was asking me to
go and never said a thing.

"Good morning, Brad," he answered, smiling, "I'm fine, thank you for
asking; and yourself?"  I always hated it when he did that to me.  I had a
good mad going and he deliberately tried to break my concentration.

"You knew . . ."  he was staring at me and I knew what had to be done.  No
matter what you wanted to say or how you felt, you never forgot common
courtesy.

"Good morning."  I said, trying to keep my mad going.  "Uncle Ray, you knew
where Donny was askin' me ta go, didn't ya?"

"Would you like some breakfast this morning?"  He was still ignoring
me. "Maybe some scrambled eggs with toast and bacon?"

"Yeah."  He stared again.  "That sounds good, thanks.  Can I do anything to
help?"

"Yes, it would be a big help if you set the table and poured us some orange
juice.  Then, when we sit down, I'll talk to you about your problem."
Experience had taught me not to argue with him.  I set the table and poured
the juice.  Finally, we sat down to eat and talk.

"Now, what's your problem with going with Donny and his family?  I thought
you might enjoy the trip; new experience."

"That's not the word for it!" I exclaimed.  Uncle Ray was talking like me
running around naked with a bunch of people was something I did every day.

"You talk like it's something we do everyday.  I've never been to a nudist
camp.  There's prob'bly goin' to be a bunch of strange people there running
naked."

"You say you've never been to a nudist camp or that it's something you
don't do everyday.  What do you call what you do around here everyday?
Aren't you our number one resident nudist and exhibitionist?  When we go to
the beach you always want to wear those special shorts that show your
little bubble butt.  So why do you care if people see the rest of you?"  He
tried to keep a straight face, but I saw him smile.  He thought this was
funny.

"That's not the same and you know it, Uncle Ray," I responded, beginning to
sound more like I was whining than mad.  "I do that to tease you and that's
a lot different.  The only people around here that see me are you, Larry
and Ben."

"I believe I recall Donny seeing you naked, and you seeing him naked not
long ago.  Also, as I recall, it was you that kept telling me how hot Donny
looked.  Have you changed your mind about how he looks?"

"Noooo," I was really losing this one. "But that's different."

"Brad, listen to me, son," he changed his tone, trying to let me know he
wasn't laughing at me, "right now you need to eat your breakfast and head
on out to school.  Before you say anything to Donny, why don't you ask him
where you will be going and what you'll be doing?  Don't make any quick
decisions and I promise to sit down and talk with you tonight.  Okay?"

"You promise to really talk to me tonight and not pick on me?"  He nodded
and I agreed to wait.  After giving him a hug and a kiss, I headed for the
bus stop.

The next stop after I boarded the bus was Donny's.  When he got on he
looked around, spotted me and took the seat next to me.  We bumped fists
and after looking around to make sure no one could here us, I had to
confirm my suspicions.

"Donny, are we goin' where I think we're goin' this weekend?" I whispered.

"Well, where do you think we're goin'?  If you think it's my grandparents'
place in the middle of the state, then the answer is yes."

"Ohhh, shiii-iit," I mumbled.  I was right.  His answer shouldn't have been
a surprise and shouldn't have bothered me.  It was like Uncle Ray said, we
practically ran our own nudist camp at home.  The big difference was
strangers.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked me, sounding worried.

"Nothin'. Nothin'. 'Cept, are there goin' to be a lot of strangers there?"

"Not to me because I've been goin' there my whole life.  I imagine there'll
be a bunch there to you.  That doesn't bother you, does it?"  There was no
way I could admit to wimping out.

"No, 'course not.  I'm not afraid of people seein' me naked.  It's just,
well, I've never been naked around a bunch of people before.  Bein' naked
at Uncle Ray's is one thing, but outside with a bunch of strangers?"

"Let me spice this one up for you."  He answered smiling like he knew an
inside joke.  "First, don't worry because you get used to it in no time.
Remember, everybody is dressed the same.  Second, think about this: not
only will there be a bunch of strangers there, you'll also be around a
bunch of naked girls.  How's that?"

I stopped breathing at that point.  I hadn't even thought about the fact
there would be naked girls there.  Then I remembered Donny saying that his
parents told both him and his sister they could invite one friend.  The
next thing I remembered was Donny pushing on my chest.

"Brad, hey buddy, breathe.  You know, in, out . . in, out . ."  He was
pushing on my chest like he was trying to pump air in and out of my lungs.
I was dumbfounded. I just looked at him, and he laughed.

That was one of the longest days of school I've ever had to live through.
All day long I kept thinking about all the naked girls and people running
around.  Sometimes I'd think about the naked girls and get so hard that it
hurt.  Other times I thought about them and got the chills.  Then I started
thinking about running around with Donny all the time, stark naked.  With
that body of his I knew I'd be hard most of the time and then started
worrying about embarrassing myself.  Suppose someone figured out I thought
he was hot.  What about any other boys that would be there?

Thinking about all the possibilities was bad enough, but things got worse
when I was in class.  Somehow, all the teachers seemed to know when I was
boned up and at the most embarrassing moment called on me to stand up and
answer a question or walk to the front of the room.  My pants weren't the
tightest around so I didn't have any way of poking my dick down a pants leg
and making it stay there.  Ohhh, no!  Not even my tighty whities could hold
me down so that I at least looked normal.  By the time lunch-time came
around and I could talk to Donny, I was a wreck.

"Brad," Donny laughed, "you look like hell, man.  What's up?"

"Donny, I've been thinkin' 'bout this weekend and all mornin' I've been
boned.  To make things worse, my teachers seem to know it and keep callin'
on me to stand up.  It's getting ta where it hurts ta stand up!"  Donny was
laughing so hard he was ready to fall on the floor.

"Listen, stop thinkin' about it.  That's why you're having such a hard
time.  Believe me, when you get there you'll realize nobody cares, really.
There will be families there.  There's gonna be boys, girls, young adults,
and old people.  Now, wait till you see the old people.  That's scary, and
I mean real scary.  To you it should be just like being at your uncle's
house.  No big deal.  You'll see."

"You make it sound easy.  You haven't seen what I've been goin' through
today," I said matter of factly, letting him know I wasn't kidding.  It was
bad!

"Brad, you know this trip is something Ray was kind of hoping for, don't
you?"

"Uncle Ray?! Why?" I was really puzzled now.  "Did he call and ask you to
ask me?"

"No. I swear, he didn't.  But, I've known about you for a long time.  Ray
and my dad have been friends for several years and he's always braggin' on
you.  He's known about my grandparent's place for a few years too.  All I
know is that he made comments to my dad that he thought goin' there would
be good for you."

"Well, shit.  I think me and him's gonna have ta have a talk.  He promised
he'd talk to me tonight and be serious."  I was beginning to feel like this
whole thing was planned and didn't understand why.

During the rest of the school day I tried to concentrate more on trying to
figure out why Uncle Ray thought it was a good idea for me to go to a
nudist camp.  The not knowing and wondering at least kept my mind off other
things and helped avoid too many more embarrassing moments.  Of course, it
didn't avoid all the embarrassing moments and I did think about the kids
that'd be running around naked and what they might look like.  I also
started to wonder what they did there; I forgot to ask Donny about that.  I
did remember he said something about horseback riding.  The more I thought
about that the more I wondered how they avoided getting chafed.  The idea
of rubbing my butt raw didn't sound very good to me.

By the end of the day I was so worked up that I was shaking.  I'd thought
about the nudist camp, naked kids, Donny and some interesting things naked
boys could do together.  I thought so much that I had myself so horned up I
couldn't think straight anymore.  I knew one thing and thought only about
that one thing riding the bus home.  I needed sex, and I didn't mean gentle
sex!  I needed pure, raw, go for it sex!  Larry was really beginning to
look good.  I was ready to fuck his brains out and I needed a certain
somebody to do the same to me. After all, I reasoned, it was mostly his
fault that I was in this condition.

Larry saw me on the bus and knew something was up.  He kept looking at me
like he wanted to say something, but knew to wait till we got off the bus.
Once we were off and walking down the street, he did ask.

"Brad, what's wrong?  You don't look like normal?"  He sounded like he
wasn't sure if he should ask.  I decided to be direct with him.

"Lar, you wouldn't believe the shit Uncle Ray's put me through this weekend
and today.  Bottom line is I'm horny as hell and ready to bust.  I need sex
and lots of it.  You interested?"  He broke out with the biggest smile I'd
ever seen on him and we ran all the way home.

We started stripping before we even got inside.  We headed straight for the
bedrooms, finished stripping and Larry joined me in Uncle Ray's big shower.
We didn't say a thing to each other; instincts and experience told us what
to do.  Larry grabbed the soap and started bathing me.  I grabbed the
shampoo and spread it over his entire body.  Holding him close, I attacked
his ears and neck; he was getting branded.  There was nothing gentle about
this and him running a finger up and down my crack made sure I just kept
pushing it harder.  This was pure lust; pure animal sex and we both loved
it.  While I played with his ass, he had my dick in one hand and my balls
in the other.  In no time, I blew my first load and never even thought of
going soft.

I guided Larry so his back was against the wall and went down on him.  My
mouth became a vacuum and he disappeared almost instantly.  While I sucked
I rolled and massaged his balls till he whimpered and his knees shook.
When I let go and worked my way up, one hand held his entire package like
it was in a vice and I found his nipples with my mouth and teeth.  Soon he
blew a load and it was time to clean the insides, get out of the shower and
get to some serious, hot sex.

When Larry headed to his bedroom, I redirected him to my room with the
double bed.  That gave us some maneuvering room.  I headed to Uncle Ray's
nightstand for the lube.  When I got to my room, Larry was sitting on the
bed, grinning.  I leapt for the bed and took him down with me. We went at
it like depraved sex fiends.  The look on his face was priceless when I
dropped him on his back, lifted his legs and went straight for the prize.
I sucked on his pucker as hard as I could and speared him with my tongue.
There was no thought of being gentle because the rougher and harder I went
at it the louder he hollered and the more he squirmed.  He was in
bottom-boy heaven and I made sure to keep him there.  After a few minutes I
turned to get another blow job but stayed with his package at the same
time.

One of my favorite things to do to Larry, mainly because he totally lost
it, was to suck in his balls and then blow them out real hard.  I was
merciless when I pulled this trick and he just begged for more.  We started
on our sides and then I rolled him on top of me.  Before long we always
rolled back to our sides and then I was on top of him.  The whole time we
rolled around I kept at least two fingers jammed up his hole. Sometimes I'd
hit the right spot and his back would arch.  He'd let go and cry out how
good it felt and I'd try for the spot again.

After my mouth got sore from all the action I put him on his back and
pushed his legs over his head.  That left a perfect target for me to line
up on and push in with one solid punch.  He always cried out and finished
with a 'mmmmppphhh' or a 'yeeeeaahhh', letting me, or whoever he was with,
know he liked it.  To the best of my knowledge Larry didn't fool around
with anyone else except Ben, and he was with Ben most of the time.  Larry
was a full blown, dedicated bottom and he didn't care if we all knew it.

When I was all the way in I started a slow pumping that he hated, but I
loved to tease him with.  While I pumped I became a dedicated tit boy.  I
enjoyed nibbling and sucking and hearing him moan and whimper.  He was a
great squirmer, too.  My problem was that it didn't take long for me to get
really worked up and I started pounding his butt.  Giving somebody a good
pounding is work.

Larry liked it best if he could wrap his legs around me.  His legs were
long enough that he could hook his ankles together and pull his butt up to
meet my thrusts.  I don't know if I pounded or he pulled the strongest, but
it gave us both a great fuck.  The other toss up was which one of us would
cry out the most and the loudest.  I'd already dropped at least two loads
so it took me a little extra play time to reach the edge again.  When I
did, he was with me and both of us were covered in sweat.  He pumped out
first, hitting both of us and the muscles squeezing my tool sent me over
the edge.  After the initial shot I tried to pump harder and deeper.
Eventually, I just fell on top of Larry and rolled to the side while we
caught our breath.  When the breathing straightened out we looked at one
another and grinned.  Then it was off to the pool.

                                                           ***

After dinner Uncle Ray asked Larry about his weekend.  Larry was after
Uncle Ray to let Ben come stay the next weekend, but Uncle Ray wasn't
willing to commit at that point.  I settled down in my usual spot in the
big chair and waited.  Uncle Ray had a tendency to mellow out a few minutes
after supper and everything was cleaned up.  He always called this his
winding-down time.  He knew I wanted to talk, but he wasn't starting the
conversation.  I was patient, letting him wind down.

After about an hour I just casually mentioned I was going to rinse off the
chlorine and headed for the shower.  I made it a quick rinse and took the
normal extra time to handle the personal matters.  Before heading back I
also took care of the preparation for my intended activity.  When I got
back to the family room I sat straddling his lap, looked at him and smiled.
My feet were flat on the cushion so my knees stuck up high enough I could
prop my forearms on them.

"Can we talk now?" I asked in a very controlled, even tone so I neither
sounded upset nor mad.  He just looked at me and raised his eyebrows,
indicating he was waiting on me.

"I figured out that Donny was asking me to go to his grandparents' nudist
camp, and he confirmed it for me today.  All day, all I've thought about
was that there's gonna be a lot of naked people that I don't know there.
There's also gonna be a lot of naked kids there, boys and girls.  Then,
Donny told me that according to his dad, you kinda wanted me to go on a
trip like this.  Now, all that was the good part of my day."  He was
watching me and at least trying not to laugh, but I thought he really
wanted to bust out in stitches.

"Okay, kiddo.  I said I wouldn't tease you and that I'd be serious if you
wanted to talk.  I did tell Paul that I thought a trip there would be good
for you.  I also understand that you don't understand why I would say that;
so, I'll explain it for you.  Part of the reason is that you have to
understand the philosophy of nudism.  I'm not going into detail but I know
enough, I think, for you to understand."  As he talked he took my feet by
the ankles and bent them backward so my shins were on the cushions and I
could feel my feet hang over the front edge of the cushion.  I used to sit
in his lap like this a lot because it let me sit straight up, lean into
him, or lean back.  He would push me back to give me raspberries and
tickle.

"There's an old saying about how clothes make the man.  With nudists, there
are no clothes.  The man, or person, you see is the person you get.  What
you see is real, not a cover up.  After a while you'll think looking at a
naked person is just as normal as looking at your friends at school,
dressed in the latest fad t-shirt; it won't mean a thing.  What you will
also learn, and this is the important part, is to accept people for who
they are, not what they are.  Understand?"

"Yeah, kinda," I answered. "You want me to accept somebody for how they act
and what they do, not how they look."

"Very good." He pulled me forward and I lay with my head resting on his
shoulder.  "Another thing you'll learn is that the sun can be very healthy
for you.  Too much is not good.  Remember how a sunburn feels; how it
hurts?  Your body is telling you that it got too much at one time.  You'll
also learn to be very comfortable with yourself.  It's what we call
self-confidence."

"But, Uncle Ray, there's another problem."  I could feel his body move
while he laughed to himself.  "I'm just a little teenager.  I'm worried
about embarrassing my-self with all those people."

"Brad, what you're trying to tell me is that you're a horny teenager and
you're worried about getting stiff in front of all those people, right?"  I
nodded without saying anything.

"Believe me, you won't be the only person there with that problem.  After a
little time you'll get used to the naked people and won't think about
getting hard; you'll be fine.  Paul and Donny both understand.  Remember,
they're healthy males too and can have the same problem.  Paul tells me the
boys usually find a way to work things out.  One of the things I want you
to do is spread your wings a little and learn how other people deal with
situations.  That's how you learn."

"Uncle Ray, you don't understand.  I can just think about some people or
some things and I get hard.  I can't help it, it just happens.  Suppose it
happens right in front of Donny's mom or sister?  What'll I do then?"  Now,
I was sitting straight up and he pushed me so I leaned back against his
legs that he had brought up and propped on the ottoman.  Subconsciously, I
started playing some with his nipple and he pulled me back to him.  With my
head back on his shoulder I started giving him little kisses on the neck so
he sat me back up.

"Brad, there's something I want you to understand and learn.  All boys look
at other boys.  They take little peeks while in the school gym dressing
room or maybe while dressing at the health club.  For some reason boys, and
men, have a tendency to measure themselves by the size of their package.
At the nudist camp you'll have plenty of opportunities to look at other
boys and they'll have plenty of opportunities to look at you.  What you'll
discover is that some boys will be bigger than you, some will be smaller
than you, and some will be the same size.  You'll learn not to judge a kid
by the size of his package.  Learn to judge them by what's inside.  Okay?
Donny knows what's happening down there.  I suggest you follow his lead and
whatever he does or suggests you have my permission to do.  He understands
and he'll help you."  I leaned forward and gave him a hug.  I just wished
things were as simple as he made them sound.

"There was another problem at school today, Uncle Ray." I could tell that
my moving back and forth began to have an effect on him even if he didn't
want to let me know it. "I was thinking about all this most of the day and
I stayed stiff almost all day. My teachers seemed to know I had a problem
and deliberately called on me.  It was embarrassing to have to stand up.
You won't believe how horny I got, I thought I was gonna bust!"  This time
it was my turn to laugh a little.

"Well, I'd say judging by the looks of that bed in 'your room' that you
didn't sit around here suffering when you got home, did you?"  He
straightened me up and looked me right in the eyes and I couldn't help but
show him a guilty grin.

"No," I admitted. "Me and Larry kind of rolled around some."

"That's not true, Uncle Ray," Larry piped in. "He was so horny he couldn't
wait to get inside and you shoulda seen him on the bed.  He was an animal."
Larry was blushing loud enough to be a stop light.  "I think I'm goin' ta
bed.  Good niii-iiight."

"Did you two work something out so he would go to bed right about now?" He
was being suspicious.

"Noooo," I whispered, "But he figured out that I wanted you tonight.  I was
so wound up this afternoon that he and I, well, we were all over the place
and I wound up pounding his butt.  I unloaded three times already today,
but I still needed you.  I thought I was gonna get you to pound away on me,
but now I just want to feel you in me.  I'm already clean and lubed; I been
waitin'."

While I talked with him I squirmed around and knew I was affecting
him. There was nothing he could do so I didn't feel him grow under me.
Without saying anything, I put my hands on his legs and signaled for him to
spread them.  Stepping back I leaned over and just licked the head of his
tool like it was an ice cream cone.  He jumped and got really hard.  I
straddled his lap again, pointed his tool where I wanted it and slid down
in one smooth motion.  God, did he feel good while he filled me up.  I was
impaled on his tool; I was his to do with as he pleased.

He had me lay all the way back like I used to do.  He rubbed his hands over
my front while I got used to the angle.  Then he took my hips and rocked me
gently.  I would have jumped through the roof if I could.  He was rubbing
across my prostate with no let up.  I started gasping for breath and
whining before floating off to my own world of sexual bliss.  After a few
minutes he lifted me off his tool and carried me to bed.  When he lay down
on his back, I again straddled him and impaled myself.  This wasn't the
lustful sex I originally planned on; this was better.  This was a gentle,
passionate exchange of affection and pleasure.

He stayed in me while he controlled our position.  Once, he turned me
around and rolled us on our side so he could spoon me.  Another time he put
me on my back while he propped himself on his elbows with his legs
stretched out.  I wrapped my legs around him and pulled myself into him,
controlling the pace and what I felt.  I was at the right height so his
chest was over my face and I whimpered while I suckled his nipples.  We
finished the way we started with him on his back and me laying on top.  I
dropped two loads that were smeared between us, the last while he filled me
with his juices.  When he finished I lay my head on his chest while he held
me tightly and rubbed my back.

"Love you, boy," I heard him say while I drifted off to sleep.

                                                           ***

I got the papers from Donny the next day.  They were consent forms that
Uncle Ray had to sign for me and gave Paul permission to call a doctor if I
needed one.  The plan was to leave around noon on Friday.  I settled down
during the week after getting used to the idea of where we were going and
thinking about what Uncle Ray said.  When the day came Uncle Ray made sure
I had the note to get out of school and he packed one pair of socks, one
suit of underwear, and one fresh t-shirt in my backpack.  He said that was
all the clothes I would need for the weekend.

The class period ended at 11:55.  At around 11:54 the announcement came for
Donny and me to report to the office.  The response from everyone was the
usual round of "oooooo"s and comments on what did we do.  Donny and I met
in the hall and when we reached the office, his dad was there.  We were off
on what was a new adventure for me.  Uncle Ray said that's how I should
look at it and if I didn't like it, I didn't have to go again if I didn't
want to.  I also got another surprise.

Donny's sister was in the office with her friend who happened to be Nancy,
the girl with the nice set of boobs that lived three or four doors down
from Uncle Ray.  Great, just when I was getting used to being naked around
strangers I found out I was going to be running around naked in front of
this hot girl who was also a neighbor.  I'll admit I was excited by the
thought of seeing her naked and her looking at me.  As it turned out this
wasn't new to her and she could care less.

On the way I made sure to not be too loud and use the proper manners and
language.  Uncle Ray let us get a little loose with the language when it
was just the guys around but was strict when it came to the language we
used in mixed company.  His big thing was for no one to use bad language
around Aunt Jackie or Aunt Charlotte.  I did well until we pulled in to the
park and I got an eyeful.

"Hollly, shit!  Look at all the naked people."  Donny and the girls
immediately busted out laughing.  I slapped my hand over my mouth and then
began apologizing profusely to Donny's parents.  His mom saved me.

"Brad, that's all right.  I've heard it before and around here I'm sure
I'll here it again, especially with Donny and his father around."  Donny's
turn to blush and then he turned to me.

"Just wait, Brad." He was laughing and beaming like he really knew
something. "your experience and education are just startin'."

It took two trips to get the car unloaded.  After all, there wasn't any
luggage to take in.  When Donny said it was time to get comfortable, I
followed him to his room.  The only thing I had to put away was a
toothbrush and some tooth paste.  I stood there like I had no idea what to
do when Donny started laughing again.

"Brad, if you were home you would have been half naked before you got to
your room.  It's no different here.  Act just like you were home.  Strip
and enjoy."

I was too busy watching him strip.  What was so great was he was such a
sexual tease the way he stripped that I instantly boned.  I knew I couldn't
just stand there, so I started stripping and then realized he was just
standing there watching me.  When he got down to the tighty-whities it was
evident he was boned up as bad as me.

"Don't worry about getting boned up, it's normal when you first get here.
Least that what Dad always told me.  I've seen him do it, too."

"What do you do about it?  I don't want to walk out there in front of your
mom all boned up."  This was a serious problem as far as I was concerned.

Donny walked up to me.  He was so close I thought I could feel the heat
from his body.  He looked at me with that smile again and I just wanted to
melt.  He stepped so close our skin barely touched.  He reached out and
took my hand and pulled it toward him.  The next thing I felt was his hand
on my package and my hand rubbing his package.  He continued to stare at me
and I stared at him, each of us with a little grin on our faces as we
masturbated each other.

Nature took its course and I enjoyed what he was doing to me.  I'd dreamed
of this and now, it was happening.  The neat thing was that it just
happened.  I wondered if he planned it like this but really didn't care.
He must have known how to read my signs because he timed it so we came
almost simultaneously, coating one another with our juices.  The orgasm was
so intense we fell against one another until we could catch our breath.
When we were steady I looked at him and blushed.  After spending hours
trying to figure out if it would be okay or if he would want to fool around
with me, it just happened, and he initiated it all.  We stepped into the
bathroom and washed off.  The cold water finished handling our problem.

When we walked out into the living room everyone else was still there.  I
was still a little embarrassed at being naked in front of his mom, sister
and Nancy, so I stood behind the breakfast bar.  It was a good thing that I
did because as soon as Nancy turned so I could see her naked body, I
immediately began developing another problem.  This was the first time I
remembered seeing a live, naked girl.  I'd seen plenty of pictures, but
this was the real thing and what a set of boobs she had!

Donny was telling his parents that he was going to show me around and we'd
be back in plenty of time for supper.  I was hungry then and Donny's mom
must have figured out both of us might be.  She offered us a snack and
drink to take with us which I was more than ready to accept.  The other
thing I noticed was the way Donny's sister and Nancy kept looking at us.
Maybe I was being paranoid, but I was willing to bet they had guessed what
Donny and I just did in his room.

The girls got up to help Donny's mom and I stepped back, trying to get out
of the way.  When Nancy tried to walk by me, instead of turning her back to
me to pass like nude etiquette said you did, she faced me.  As she passed,
her boobs rubbed gently across my nipples; I prayed that I didn't groan.
Donny was ready to split a gut, he was having such a good time with what I
was going through.  He told his mom we'd get a snack later, grabbed me by
the arm and pulled me out.  Thank God!

End Ch Fifty-Three

To Be Continued: comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
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