Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2007 16:52:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Fifty-Four

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Chapter Fifty-Four: Brad's Idol

A nudist camp is a resort.  Families that come there on a regular basis
leased cabins.  There were a couple of buildings that had what were
obviously rooms, kind of like motel rooms.  Donny said that nudists
believed being naked and one with nature was a benefit to both your mental
and physical health, so there was only one building with indoor
recreational facilities.  He told me they didn't worry about being outside
in the rain so long as there wasn't any lightning.  He also told me that
many nudists started as babies and remained nudists for their entire lives.
This resort had members that covered four generations.  Donny said I might
not want to see all four generations.

Uncle Ray told me I would see people older and younger, plus some bigger
and smaller.  I thought he was talking about kids around my age and telling
me we didn't all have the same builds or the same size package.  It didn't
take long for me to learn that what he said applied to a lot more than just
kids around my age.  The people ranged from babies not able to walk yet, to
really old people.  The older ones surprised me the most; I hoped I didn't
sag like that when I got old.  While I looked I realized that Donny was
laughing again.

"Dude, what are you laughing at?" I asked, puzzled.

"You," he answered simply. "Don't worry; you aren't doing anything that
other newbies haven't done.  Brad, you need to understand that the pictures
you see in magazines or on the internet aren't real.  At least, the people
aren't what you would call average.  I can tell by the look on your face
that part of what you see kind of scares you.  Those old people haven't
always looked like you see them now.  Some of them may have been in those
magazines years ago.  It's just nature and what you learn is anyone that
sags like they do, they've been through a lot more than us and survived.
In the Orient, they would be highly respected."

"Man, I don't mean to be disrespectful or stare.  It's just that, well,
it's kind of scary to think we'll look like that one day."

"Well, how about we don't sweat it right now; we aren't even grown yet,
much less getting old.  C'mon, let's go see the pool and picnic area and
then I'll show you the barn where we have the horses; one of 'ems mine and
we can go riding tomorrow."  He started to run while he talked to me so I
chased after him.

"How come there's two pools?" I asked out of curiosity.  I'd been to
resorts where they had separate adult and kid pools, but he said this was a
family resort so I assumed everybody used the same pool.

"They started out as separate family and adult pools, but they're both
mainly family pools now."  When I gave him a questioning look, he
explained.  "When people let the babies go in they're supposed to put a
swim diaper on the babies.  Sometimes the babies go in without a diaper and
sometimes the diaper doesn't seal right and leaks.  When the baby decides
to poop and it leaks in the pool, the pool has to be closed and chemicals
added for health reasons."

"Oh," was all I could think of to say.  The idea of swimming in a pool with
baby poop didn't sound good at all.

We looked at the area where they had volleyball courts and basketball
courts.  There was a place where people could play shuffle board, horse
shoes, and the kids could just run and play.  Donny said there were other
places the kids liked to go play that were away from the main family area
and we'd see them on Saturday when we went horse-back riding.

"Hey, Donny!"  A boy about our age called out as he ran in our direction.
I noticed his package bounced up and down while he ran and wondered if it
hurt, but then figured out if it hurt he'd stop.

"Hey, Rick!  What's up?"  Rick slowed down as he neared us and I got a
better look at him.  He was about our age, but I thought a little older
than me because of the pubes he had.  He had a nice muscular build, sun
bleached hair and dark skin that said he spent a lot of time outside,
naked.  He turned and looked at me.

"Hey, man, I'm Rick.  What's your name?"  he asked and flashed a smile that
should have been on a toothpaste commercial.

"Brad," I said when I realized he was talking to me.  I knew I blushed
because I was caught staring.

"Hey, man, don't worry.  After you've been here a while you learn that all
the newbies stare a little; kind of inspecting the natives.  It's alright,
really; the natives will be inspecting you too.  Soon everybody figures out
we're just like anybody else, except that we're naked."  He spoke with a
sound of laughter in his voice that immediately put me at ease.

"Donny, you here for a while, or just the weekend?"

"Just the weekend.  I'm not as lucky as you.  My folks won't let me get
home schooled.  If they would I'd live here all the time."  That just
explained a lot.

"Well, we'll have to get together sometime over the weekend.  You gonna
show Brad some of the games the guys play?  Maybe, he'd like to join in?"

"Yeah, we'll be around and he'll have to make up his own mind.  We'll
probably see you tomorrow.  We're takin' my horse out tomorrow morning,
early."

"Great! See ya tomorrow, then.  See ya Brad."  Rick took off running
towards one of the cabins.

I was curious about the games he talked about.  When I asked Donny what
kind of games Rick was talking about, he just kind of brushed me off saying
it depended on how many guys were around.  We'd have to wait till the next
day to find out.  We headed to the barn where he showed me his horse named
'Pony'.  I thought that was a strange name for a fully grown horse, but he
said he was a pony when Donny first got him and when he was slow deciding
on a name, the family decided Pony was a good name.  After seeing the barn
we had to head back for supper.

After supper that night we sat outside with a number of other people.
Benches had been placed in a circle and a fire pit was in the middle with a
nice fire burning.  The little kids roasted marshmallows.  It was apparent
that Nancy, Uncle Ray's cute neighbor, wasn't new here because of the
number of people she spoke to by name.  Rick was at the gathering and all
three of us sat with a group of other boys.  They all talked about meeting
in the pasture the next day for some fun away from the 'rents.  After a
while it suddenly occurred to me that I was seeing a lot of people that I'd
never seen before, but I stopped thinking of them as being naked or being
self-conscious about being naked myself.  We just were.

Donny and I shared his room which had one double size bed.  When we went to
bed I lay on my side as close to the edge as possible without falling off.
Donny was on his side but as we started dozing off we both rolled towards
the middle.  The touch of his skin was electric, and hot.  When we touched
we tried moving away but it was no use.  After touching three or four times
I rolled onto my back and the flag pole was pointed straight up; Donny had
the same problem.  When he handed me a couple of tissues, we simultaneously
solved our problems.

Saturday morning we headed to the barn for some horseback riding.  I
thought about the fact that he only showed me one horse.  Donny said Pony
could handle both of us with no problem because we would just be riding
easy, no running.  After he put a bridle on Pony and threw a blanket over
his back I looked for the saddle.

"Brad, think about a saddle and the horn," he said, smiling.  "If Pony
stopped suddenly and threw us forward, where would the horn hit you?"

"Ohhhhh.  Ouch!" I responded, laughing.  "The family jewels might not
survive.  What good does the blanket do?"

"Some will tell ya the blanket is to protect the horse's back.  I'll tell
you it's to keep his hide from rubbing us raw.  Run your fingers up his
back then think about his hide rubbing your skin with every step."

I did what he said and understood right away.  Rubbing the palm of my hand
up his back was like rubbing it over sandpaper, maybe worse.  Donny grabbed
a handful of mane and swung himself up on Pony's back.  Holding his hand
out, he helped me up.  Sitting in front of him, he wrapped both arms around
me to hold the reins.

"Let's head out towards the woods.  There's a trail there that follows the
creek.  Some of the guys might be at one of the swimmin' holes along the
trail."

We moved like he said we would with Pony just walking along at a nice, easy
pace.  As we followed the trail I felt peaceful.  It was quiet, a bird flew
off or a lizard crossed our trail occasionally, but that was it.  Somewhere
along the way I leaned back against Donny and he was supporting me.  He
gave me the reins and his hands rested on top of my thighs.  Pony's gait
made his fingers gently caress the inside of my thigh which felt nice.  I
could also tell that his dick was nestled part way in my crack and moved,
again with Pony's gait.  I was relaxed and definitely at peace with the
world and everything else around me; this was livin'.  Then I felt Donny
tighten his arms around me and hold me close.

"Ohhh, gaaaahhhd!  Brad, I'm soorrry, man.  Ooohhh, shiit! . . .aaaaaahhhh
. . aaaahhhh .  . . ohhhhh fuck! . . Fuck! . . .nnnooo . . aaaaagggghhhhh!"

At first I didn't know what was happening and then I felt his dick moving
in my crack.  Pony's movement had caused Donny to get horned up and then I
felt him blowing his load in my crack.  I held his arms as tight as I could
and pulled him against me.  I didn't want him to forget where he was while
he felt his sexual high and fall off Pony.  He put his head on my shoulder
while he tried to calm his system.

"Oh, man.  Brad, I'm so sorry, man.  I knew my dick was rubbing against you
and it just felt so good.  It was hot, man, really hot!  But, I didn't mean
to blow my load on you like that."

He took the reins in one hand and held me against him with the other hand.
I could still feel his dick in my crack.  I could feel it the whole time we
were riding and didn't say anything because it felt good ^Ö exciting.  He
guided Pony closer to the creek and when we were out of the woods, I saw a
cleared beach.  We were the only ones around.  He helped me get down and
then I helped him.  We walked into the creek where we cleaned ourselves and
then started playing in the water.

"Really, man, I'm sorry.  I owe ya one," he told me.  One what?

"Donny, I felt you in my crack and I felt you moving around.  I didn't say
anything 'cause it felt good.  Don't feel bad, what happened is normal; I
thought it was kind of hot," I told him and smiled.  All I told him was the
truth; it was hot.

When we got out of the water he walked over and sat straddling a log.  He
motioned for me to come over and patted a spot in front of him.  I didn't
hesitate to straddle the log facing him.  He put a hand on each side of my
chest and tried to lift me up.  I used my hands to lift my weight and let
him guide me close to him.  I sat with my legs draped over his thighs.  He
looked at me and smiled and I melted.  I knew I wanted sex with him, and he
knew it too.  With his hands still on the sides of my chest, his thumbs
moved to cover my nipples and he pulled my close.  His head went next to
mine and he whispered in my ear, I could feel his hot breath tease me.

"Trust me?"  I nodded and let him have his way.

He suckled my neck and I thought I was being branded.  I didn't want to be
marked but in my present state of sexual euphoria, I couldn't stop him.  He
teased me a little before moving to my ear to nibble the lobe and then
tongue me.  I had an instant hard on and started panting immediately.  This
was the first time any one my own age was allowed to touch me.  All I could
think of was how good it felt until I remembered I promised Uncle Ray I
wouldn't have sex with anyone without talking to him first.  Then I began
to make excuses to myself.  This was Donny, not a stranger, and Uncle Ray
knew him.  Uncle Ray also told me Donny knew his way around here and he
also told me that I should follow Donny's lead because he'd see to it I
didn't get hurt.  What-ever Donny said was okay was okay with Uncle Ray.  I
was glad because this was hot as hell and really felt fantastic.  I was
being seduced and loving it!

He placed a hand in the small of my back and pulled me into him while he
had a hand on my chest, pushing me away.  I allowed my body to relax and
follow his commands.  As I bent backwards he worked his way down my chest
to a nipple and began to nibble.  Then he suckled so hard I thought he
would pull the nipple off.  He made passionate love to one nipple and then
the other while his hand left my chest and moved down to massage the twins.
I moaned and whimpered with pleasure.  I don't know how long he worked my
nipples and balls before he laid me down on the log.  With one hand on top
of each thigh, holding me where he wanted, he went down on me.

His warm, wet mouth surrounded the head and slid slowly down the shaft.
When he had it all, he stopped and massaged the shaft with his tongue.  I
still wasn't real big, but I was big enough for him to have the head down
his throat and I thought I would die from an overdose of sexual pleasure.
After pumping up and down a couple of times he let my tool fall free and
licked the valley between the scrotum and thigh.  With each touch I cried
out my pleasure and whined.  He stroked me a few times and licked his way
across my sac, stopping to take the twins, one at a time, and massaged them
with his incredible mouth.  He was in control, and I was more than willing
to let him do what he wanted.  He played with me, making me cry out my
passion and pleasure before he finally went down on my shaft as far as he
could and tried to suck me inside out.  When I shot off, it was incredible.
Uncle Ray was the only person to ever give me feelings this strong.  Now, a
boy my age was able to do it.

When I finished exploding he let my tool go and lifted me up.  He looked at
me with the strangest but most caring look I'd ever seen from another boy.
I was mesmerized by what he had done and the way his eyes looked at me.
There was a slight smile on his face.  He moved towards me and I didn't
move to stop him.  His lips covered mine and I felt his tongue caress my
lips.  No one had ever kissed me like this.  When his tongue wanted to move
in, I didn't resist, but opened willingly, more than willing to share his
taste.  Instead, he pushed something into my mouth.  Suddenly, I realized
we were sharing my cum.  This was so fucking hot I thought I was going to
blow another load right then.  He broke the kiss and held me close while I
caught my breath, then he pushed me back a little.

"Now, we're even.  We both got to blow a load.  Did you like it?"

"Shit!  You gotta be jokin'!  That was incredible.  That was the first time
with a kid my age 'cept for Larry, and he don't count."  I didn't even
think that the statement could be interpreted more than one way.

We got back on Pony and rode a little further.  Soon we could hear some
kids and Donny seemed to know right where they were.  We rounded a bend and
saw five other boys from about nine to fourteen or fifteen.  There was a
rope tied to a big limb hanging over the creek and they were taking turns
swinging and diving.  One of the boys was Rick.  Donny stopped Pony short
and leaned down to tell me something.  He spoke barely above a whisper.

"Brad, this is a wild group.  Don't act shocked by anything.  Just act cool
and let me control the situation, okay?"  I nodded, not having any idea
what he was talking about, but this was his stomping grounds.  How wild
could they get with a nine year old around?

We joined in the swing and dive game until all of us got a little tired.
Who could guess that having so much fun could be so tiring?  After a while
someone said something about having to head home for lunch.  I didn't know
who said it because even though Donny introduced all of them, I only
remembered Rick and the young kid, Jimmy.  We all agreed to meet at another
swimming hole after lunch.  On the ride back Donny had Pony move a little
faster and I asked him why he thought he might need to control the
situation.  What situation?

"Those guys like to get a little wild sometimes, that's all.  I've played
with 'em and don't care, but I don't want them thinking it might be fun to
play games with you and you don't know what's happenin'."

"How wild can they get with a nine year old around?"  I asked, confused.

"Brad, that kid may be only nine but, believe me, you wouldn't believe what
he knows and likes to do.  If you want to meet them at the other hole after
lunch we can go; it's up to you."

After lunch we met the guys at another swimming hole.  This time we walked
and left Pony in the barn.  I was just as happy because riding him and
having that wool blanket rub my legs was chafing me; something I didn't
need.  Not all the guys were there so we went swimming while we waited.  I
was anxious to find out what kind of game they wanted to play that could be
so bad.  While we were swimming I felt something nibbling where I didn't
particularly care to be bitten.  There were some small fish in the creek
that thought one part of my body was bait.  Donny laughed and told me the
trick was to keep moving and they wouldn't bother me. Yeah, uh-huh.

When the other guys got there everybody hollered out the typical greetings
and hit the creek.  After a few minutes, Rick wanted to know if everybody
was up for a game of stones.  I didn't know what he was talking about until
Donny explained it was like horseshoes except they put a stick in the
ground and tossed stones at it.  They measured heel to toe to figure out
where to put the scoring circles. When I still looked puzzled he explained
to me that the loser had to blow the winner and everybody else got to
watch.

I didn't want to be a wimp, but wondered if I was being set up for
something.  I also looked at Jimmy and his smile said he knew exactly what
was going on.  Donny found a stick to drive in the ground while the rest of
us looked for stones.  They tried to make it fair by picking out stones of
about the same size and weight.  Rick did the heel to toe measuring and
drew the circles.

The game was no big deal until we got to the end.  I didn't win, but I
didn't lose either; neither did Donny.  David, a fourteen year old, won.
What blew my mind was who lost and how.  Jimmy took his three stones and
hardly put anything into tossing them.  He tossed one after the other as
quickly as he could and proudly turned around and announced that he was the
loser.  He was happy!  I looked at Donny.

"Jimmy loves to do blow jobs."  Donny said it to me like it was no big deal
and everyone knew it.  "Just wait; you won't believe what he can do.  Every
time we do a game like this he always makes sure he loses.  By the way,
Jimmy is David's little brother."

We sat on the ground with our legs crossed, Indian style.  When David asked
Jimmy how he wanted to do it, Jimmy just dropped to his knees and looked up
at David who just moved up to Jimmy.  Jimmy wrapped his hand, at least as
much as he could, around David's shaft and started licking him down like
his dick was an oversized ice cream cone.  Jimmy just kept looking up at
his brother and his eyes said he was happy.  Before long David laid on the
ground and Jimmy lay on top of his legs.  When he did, Jimmy swallowed
David clear to his pubes.  Jimmy was deep throating David; he acted like a
pro!  Shit, I couldn't do that but decided I was going to learn how.

"Listen, you think this is somethin', you oughtta see when the daisy chain
gets going."  I gave Donny a questioning look, so he continued.  "A bunch
of the guys lay on the ground forming a circle.  You suck off the guy ahead
of you.  You can't let his dick out of your mouth until he goes soft again
or you lose.  If you lose then the guy you were sucking gets to either fuck
you or you're his slave for a day; that means multiple blow jobs during the
day whenever and wherever he wants it.  If you think it sounds easy you
have to remember that while you're suckin' him, someone else is on you."

That night Donny and I were in bed having a repeat of the previous night.
This time Donny didn't hand me any tissues, he turned his head and looked
at me.  Without saying a word I moved down and took him in my mouth.  I
tried to drop on him like I'd seen Jimmy do to David, but I started
gagging.  After the third time David told me not to try anymore, but
concentrate on the head.  It wasn't long before he moaned and was gasping
for breath.  I backed off and licked his balls some, and enjoyed watching
and feeling him squirm.  He teased me on the log, now it was my turn.

I heard him take a deep breath and then he grabbed my legs and turned me
around.  A moment later my erection was covered in a moist, warm blanket
with his tongue sending electric thrills throughout my body.  I moaned and
whimpered with pleasure.  We continued to sixty-nine, backing off when one
let the other know he was close.  That didn't mean we stopped, we just
concentrated on another sensitive area, especially the balls and the inside
of the thigh.  Occasionally, we both laughed because we tried so hard to
muffle our moans but, sometimes, you couldn't help it.

After backing off a few times we had all we could take and simultaneously
blew a load into the other's mouth.  This time we swallowed and were sure
to milk the other as much as possible.  When we were finished, I turned
around and lay my head on the pillow.  He put an arm over my chest,
flicking my nipples, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  I didn't respond.  I
felt guilty again for doing something I had told Uncle Ray I wouldn't do.
When Donny asked me what was wrong, I told him.

"I promised Uncle Ray I'd let him know when I thought I was ready for sex
with somebody so we could talk.  We already talked about STDs."

"Gee, Brad.  I'm sorry, I didn't know.  I just kind of thought that you
weren't a virgin; at least, not totally."  There was a hint of real regret
in his tone.  "I wouldn't a done what I did yesterday, man."

"It's not your fault.  I could have stopped you," I replied.  There wasn't
any need for him to feel guilty about something I wanted to happen.  This
sin was mine and mine alone and I would have to face Uncle Ray.  Then
again, Uncle Ray said that whatever Donny said was okay or wanted to do,
Uncle Ray said it would be alright.  I had this same argument with myself
the day before and it didn't make me feel any better either time.

                                                               ***

We all, meaning all the kids, got in the car naked.  It was one of those
dumb daring things kids like to do and think are fun.  We goofed off most
of the time, but I did spend some time looking at Nancy.  I still thought
she had a nice set of boobs and wondered what it would be like to get my
mouth on them.  I didn't find out before we were close to home and Mr. Paul
said we should put some clothes on.  I slipped my pants on and that was it.
Nancy slipped on her shorts and blouse.  The last thing we needed was for
the neighbors to see us naked.

When we pulled in the driveway, Uncle Ray came out to greet us.  He was
wearing just a pair of shorts so I knew he'd been sitting around naked.  I
did my goodbyes and told Donny's parents thanks for having me and how much
fun I had.  Mr. Paul asked me if I thought I might like to go again.  I
looked at Donny and we exchanged smiles.  I definitely wanted to go again
and maybe for a longer visit.  Of course, I didn't say that to Mr. Paul but
I did tell him I thought it'd be neat to go again.  He and Uncle Ray talked
for a minute and then we went inside.

It was getting late in the day; almost supper time.  I went to the bathroom
and started filling the tub.  Then I found Uncle Ray and told him we needed
to talk.  He knew that if I was drawing a tub of water, that this was going
to be a heavy conversation.  I always did better with real serious things
when we were in the tub and he held me.  This was no different except it
was real serious.  I had to tell him that I broke my word.  I knew he
wasn't going to be happy and only hoped he wouldn't be too mad with me.

We sat in the tub filled with bubble bath.  I leaned against him like
always and tried to relax, enjoying him bathing me.  As soon as we got in
the tub I knew I should tell him, but it was too easy to procrastinate, so
I did.  As always, the way he held me felt secure and comfortable.  He
didn't rush or push me to do anything.  After bathing me the third time and
shampooing my hair, he pulled me back close and held me tight.

"You want to tell me what's wrong, now?"  Before I could say anything, I
lost control and started crying.  I tried hard to stop the tears, but they
just kept coming.  I was scared and ashamed to tell him that I broke a
promise to him.  All I could think about was him always saying that a man
is only as good as his word.  Being horny and enjoying a few minutes of
pleasure was turning my life into a living hell.  Finally, I took a deep
breath and tried to get everything under control.

"Uncle Ray, I'm sorry," was all I could say before the tears started again.
He waited and rubbed my back while I fought for control.  "I swear, I
didn't mean to, but I knew I was doin' wrong when I did it.  I just
couldn't help it."

"Would you like to tell me what you did that has you so upset?" he asked in
a caring voice.

"I broke my promise to you.  The one about not having sex with another boy
or anybody without talking to you first."  He pulled me close and held me
while I cried it out.  I felt like a piece of crap, but he held me anyway
until I settled down.  He wanted to get out of the tub, but I felt better
staying there, so he stayed for me.

"Brad, I want you to listen to me very carefully."  He spoke in a calm, low
tone that let me know he wasn't mad with me.  "Sometimes we make a promise
or give our word that we'll do something without thinking it all the way
through.  When you made that promise to me I knew that you didn't fully
understand how difficult it would be to keep your word.  Do you really
think I let you go with Donny and his family without knowing, or at least
having a good idea, of what went on down there?  Do you want to tell me
about it?  No one forced you into anything did they; or hurt you?"

"No, sir," I answered and then sat up to look him in the face.  He
continued to hold me with his hands at my sides.  I told him about riding
Donny's horse, Pony, and what happened to Donny; how he shot a load between
my butt cheeks.  Then I told him about the log and how I knew then I
shouldn't be doing anything, but it just felt so nice and it was something
I wanted.  I also told him about Nancy and how she deliberately teased me
by rubbing her boobs across my nipples and my instant reaction.  I didn't
bother to tell him about the daisy chain game Donny told me about or the
stones game.  I just told him there was some other stuff the guys did
there.  Before I finished I was smiling again, but he ended that right
away.

"Do you remember me telling you about how important it is for you to keep
your word and maintain credibility?"  I just looked and nodded. "Well,
almost every day people will call me and ask for something and we'll
promise it to them.  The problem is that we don't always make it; we don't
always keep our promise.  The trick is to call the client and explain to
them that we can't make the deadline; in other words, communicate.  Things
happen and we have to be willing to face up to them; when we do, everything
normally works out fine."  He looked at me with that look in his eyes that
always said he loved me and things were alright.  "Thank you for caring
enough to tell me; okay?"

"Uncle Ray, we gotta get outta this tub.  My balls are shrinkin' inside."
I laughed and teased him, and he just lifted me up and set me on the floor.
"What's for supper?"

"Wait a minute, kiddo.  A few minutes ago you were worried about me being
upset with you, now you think I should feed you?"

I just looked at him and simply said, "Yeah, I'm hungry.  You made me worry
so much I hadn't eatin' hardly anything."  The love swat on my butt that
left a red mark sent me on my way.

Larry was sitting in the family room; he must have come in while Uncle Ray
and I were in the tub.  I just gave him a quick wave on my way through to
the kitchen.  It was definitely time to eat.  Larry set the table and
dished out some applesauce while I heated up Stouffer's mac & cheese, and
Uncle Ray grilled pork chops.  While we ate Uncle Ray came up with another
of his nice surprises.

"Brad, I almost forgot to tell you something.  The apartments sold."  He
said it like it was nothing and happened every day.  This was a big thing
to me; I stood to make some money for all the work I put in during the
summer.

"How much?" I asked.

"How much what?  How much did they sell for or how much did you make?"  He
was playing the games again.

"Both," I told him, really on caring about how much I would get out of the
deal.

"Why don't we just say you'll realize a little more than we originally
projected?  We won't know the exact amount until closing because of
prorations, rents, and other items, but I think you'll be happy."  My
problem with his answer was that I really didn't remember how much was
originally projected.

"Uncle Ray.  Can't you just put a simple number on it?"  That's what I was
really interested in.

"Originally the number was around ten thousand.  You'll be about twenty
percent higher." He smiled, knowing he gave me half of what I asked for and
he was making me work percentages to figure the other half out.  I used an
old trick he had already taught me and took ten percent, then doubled it in
a matter of seconds.

"Twelve thousand?  That's nice.  What are we going to do with the money?"
I thought of lots of things such as a new dirt bike, a trip, a new stereo
system, a car . . .

"There's only one thing that will be done with the money."  He said it like
he was reading my mind. "It goes into the bank in your educational trust
account.  It's for college.  Period."  Bummer.

That night I lay across the ottoman with my feet in Uncle Ray's lap.  Larry
sat on the floor next to me, leaning against the arm of the big chair.  I
kept thinking about that money and all the fun things I could do with it.
However, I also knew that when Uncle Ray said something and ended the
statement with 'period', that was it.  I decided I'd have to work on his
attitude about my money.

The three of us just vegged and watched a movie until Uncle Ray said it was
time for bed.  I had worried so much about Uncle Ray being upset with me
that it was nice to just relax.  The idea that he might come to bed and
show me a little pampering sounded good.  Usually I would lay in bed and
wait for him to follow.  The normal routine was for him to shut the house
down and come to bed right after us.  That night I was out before he came
to bed, but I did wake up just enough to find my nest.  He gave me a hug
and I felt him rub my back and run his hand through my hair.

End Ch Fifty-Four

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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