Date: Wed, 01 Nov 2000 08:59:33 EST
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Pat Part 8

Disclaimer:

The following story depicts consensual m/m sex between adults and minors,
including priests and boys.

If you are under the age of eighteen or find this form of sexual activity
offensive, STOP HERE!

Mikel Yonge
myonge@hotmail.com


The next day's trip was pretty uneventful, we got up early and drove the
remaining 3 hours straight (pardon the pun) to the School in NY State.
Because of the traffic on the AutoRoute and into the States I had to behave
myself.  Apart from having my hand on his leg rubbing it every now and then
or holding his hand on the seat between us nothing much happened.  But I
was with my man and that was what really mattered I was pretty tired so
slept most of the way anyway.

At the border crossing we had a short delay as the customs agent there
checked out the letter of permission that my parents had written to allow
Br. Pat to take me with him into the States.  The officer seemed a little
skeptical but after everything was confirmed he sent us on our way.


When we arrived at the school, we were in for a bit of a surprise when we
checked in to the school.  It seemed the prior had made some last minute
changes to the accommodations, deciding to bunk the boys together rather
than with their sponsors.  There was of course no questioning the decision
so I was lead down the hall away from my beloved Brother Pat, who was to
bunk in with one of the other Brothers in another part of the complex
altogether.  Unless I was assigned to Br. Pat during the week, we might
only see each other at meal times and in chapel, if even then.  This as not
what we had had in mind!

I was directed to a door, three down from the end of a long hall, I trudged
down and walked in to a smallish room with two single beds and a desk
between them.

On the one bed looking about as dejected as I felt sat a kid about my age.
He looked up as I walked in and said "Hi" and that was all.  I threw my
bags on the bed and reached my hand to him "Hi I'm Mike, and you are?"

I looked him over as he looked up at me. "Hmm not bad, nice face,
complexion" I thought

"Er hi... I'm Paul"... he said hesitatingly.

"Did you just get here too?" I asked.

"Yeah, about an hour ago."  He countered, but gave no further information.

"I'm from Ontario where are you from?"

He looked up, with the first glimmer of interest in his eyes, "Really?  I'm
from Nebraska"

Again we fell into silence

"So where can a guy get a shower around here" I asked. Paul looked up at me
and kinda blushed.... "It's a big open stall at the end of the hall next to
the bathroom, I hate those" He almost looked embarrassed.

" Oh I don't mind that.  No one is going to see anything they haven't seen
already" I replied.  Paul blushed even deeper red, this kid was totally
embarrassed!!!

"Well" I figured, can't make it any worse from the looks of it so I
ventured, "Well I have to have a shower, I'm all sweaty from the trip, how
about you?"

"I ...er .... well ...I don't know..."

"C'mon man... I'm not gonna bunk with a smelly partner the whole time we're
here.  Besides if we go now we'll miss the rush.  Not too many of us here
yet."

I guess so" He said reluctantly.  I was already undressing and down to my
briefs, found a towel and looking at him follow.

He got up and turned his back to me as he undressed.  I could see from the
back of his neck he was beet red with embarrassment.  As I watched I could
feel a stirring in my crotch.  He really wasn't bad looking.  He had a
fairly nice body, not too skinny although he could use a bit of meat on his
bones.

He finally undressed and fumbled for a towel which he held in from of him,
presumably so I couldn't see what he had in his briefs.  I wondered if he
was feeling some stirrings as well.  We walked in silence together down the
hall, I held my towel in my hand allowing him a good view of my crotch if
he should happen to glance over.  Don't know if he did or not.

The showers consisted of two rooms.  One with benches to sit on and hooks
along the wall to hang your clothes, which we obviously didn't need.  This
opened into a large room that had about a dozen shower spigots along one
wall.  This second room could be completely viewed from the first room,
there was absolutely no privacy.

Now came the dilemma for Paul.  I stripped off my shorts and said "c'mon"
and went onto the shower room.  He stood there for a moment and watched me
start up one of the showers and allow it to warm up...  I looked back.  He
seemed frozen in his tracks.  "C'MON Paul!!"  I turned to face him, my cock
semi-erect already.  He glanced down and then looked, his eyes widened as
he once again blushed deep red.  I looked down, my cock was now getting
hard.  I looked back up at him and grinned, and turned into the shower
pretending to start washing.

After a minute of so I noticed the shower a couple down from mine being
turned on and Paul stepped under the water.  I glanced over to see that he
too was sporting what was developing into a handsome hardon, beautifully
shaped and cut, and about 7 or 8 inches long.  I stared at it for a moment
and noticed he had looked over....  "Nice" I said.  I hesitated for a
moment "The shower is nice"

We showered in silence for a few minutes, and then I left to go and get
dried off.  He followed shortly after.

He coughed softly, and then asked; "You aren't bothered about other guys
seeing your body?"  He asked.

"Nope, I like my body, got nothing to be ashamed of" "Like I said, I don't
have anything you haven't seen before..." then I added " as I have noticed"

"You got a nice body too Paul, maybe could use a bit of beef on you but
it's nice... including..."  I let the last sentence hang in the air.  "You
know you shouldn't be ashamed of what the Good Lord has endowed you with."

"I'm not ashamed, just real shy and self-conscious I guess, always have
been."  He replied blushing still.

Then he whispered almost as if thinking to himself "You have a nice body
too."

With that he turned away and dried himself off in silence, put his shorts
back on and left me alone to finish off myself.

By now other guys had started to arrive and the hall was full of kids all
about 17 or 18 years old.  Needless to say I was noticed as I walked down
the hall in my shorts with my towel and shampoo in hand, and a not
unnoticeable, pronounced bulge at my crotch.  I calmly said hi to those I
met and entered our room and shut the door behind me.

Paul was already completely dressed right up the top button of his shirt.

"Man that was a nice shower, I needed that" I said as I entered the room.
Paul mumbled some kind of affirmative.  He sat down on the bed and picked
up a magazine he had brought.

"So what is next on the agenda for this afternoon, Do they have anything
planned for us?"  I tried to start a conversation.  "Fuck this is like
pulling teeth" I thought.

"I don't think so" Paul said... "Nothing till Supper at 6"

"Great then I think I'll just lay back for a while" Without getting dressed
I stretched out on my bed ,scratched my nuts suggestively and put my arms
behind my head and feigned sleep.  I knew he was watching me... actually
when I stretched out he kinda looked shocked.

"Aren't you getting dressed?" he asked incredulously

"Naw we got another hour and a half before supper"

"But what if someone walks in?"  He asked

"Let them, I'm not doing anything I shouldn't am I?" "I've got all the
appropriate parts covered" I returned

"Barely" he mumbled, as he glanced across to my bulge.

I scratched again and gave a couple soft strokes on my cock through the
fabric of my shorts, he blushed.

"Man you get embarrassed easily " I said "If your going to bunk with me for
the duration of this stay man you'd better get used to seeing alot of my
accoutrements.  I don't hide them and if I need to scratch I do"

"You are so crude!!" He said. "You sure you are here to take a vocation?"

"Paul, I'm sorry, didn't mean to be that crude, just you obviously need to
get over some of your shyness.  If you come here next year you will be
showering with a lot of guys and you will be seeing their privates without
fail, you have to get over that!"

He looked at me with wide eyes and blushed deeply again.  "I guess you're
right.  I just didn't think you needed to be so crude about it" he mumbled

I was on a roll and continued ignoring his last comment.

"And besides don't think that I haven't heard your comments, and seen you
look, you like what you see don't you?"

With that comment, he looked like he was about to cry.

I got up and went over to him.  "What's the matter guy?"

By now he was pulling away and he was in tears...  "Ohhnnn man this is not
going to work man!!!!"

Then again as though to himself I could hear him mumbling "I thought if I
took a vocation I would be free of this, I never thought this would make it
worse"

"What are you talking about ???"  I asked.

"What on earth was going on here" I wondered

"Ohhnnnn man !!!" he wailed

"Ok ok. "  I took hold of his shoulders, "Ok settle down guy, tell me
what's goin on"

He hesitated... tears streaming down his face

"I won't tell anyone, I promise" I assured him

He kinda looked at me, and slowly started.

"Mike I think... I'm pretty sure... my priest says I'm gay."

I didn't say anything, just looked at him, letting him continue

He bowed his head looking very ashamed of himself.  "I... Father Francis...
caught me one day a couple years ago... er ... playing with myself, he
hauled me into his office and tore a strip off me just yelling and
screaming that I was going straight to hell. "

Paul looked up at me again questioningly. I just looked back, couldn't
think of anything to say.  My mind was reeling both in a bit of shock as
well as the possibilities that were waiting for me sharing this room with
this lad.

He started to cry again. I sat down beside him and put my arm around his
shoulder and just held him for a moment.  He no longer pulled away from me.

"The priest was really tough on you huh?"  "Some of them are real killers
when it comes to what they think is sin."

Paul looked at me again; " He gave me a zillion Hail Marys and told me that
if he so much as heard that I was doing anything he would tell my folks."

"After that I started working real hard to make him think that I was on the
straight and narrow" "So last year I told him that I was thinking about a
vocation and asked him to help me"

"So here you are" I said quietly, still at a loss for words.  Paul was
still not moving and I was still hugging him with one arm...

"So ... so... uh... like you... er ... do you like guys?"  I asked slowly.

Paul blushed again "You know I don't know what's wrong with me, I never was
interested in girls... it was always boys."

"Father Francis said I was to quit, but you know it's not like I chose to
be this way.  When I started to go into puberty I just knew I liked boys.
I even tried to go out with a girl but it just didn't do anything for me."

"How can they say I chose to be gay??"

It was like someone had released his tongue. He was talking a mile a
minute.  Then blushing deeply again, he looked at me

"Ohhhn man !!! you're probably thinking 'Oh great, I'm stuck with a queer
for the week'"

I looked at him and smiled and quietly said "I'm holding you aren't I?"
"You think I would be sitting here with my arm around you if I was afraid
of being with a 'queer'?"

I leaned forward and gave him a light kiss on the forehead and then sat
back, but continued to hold him, and smiled at him.

"I know what you have been through man.  I had a priest just like your
Father Francis, but I also had a Brother Patrick and he set me straight...
well perhaps not straight." I laughed "But he helped me through a lot of
tough times."

"The long and the short of it Paul... I'm gay too"

Paul looked in to my eyes for a long time as if he wasn't sure about what
was happening to him as if this was all a bad dream.  His expression was
one of confusion and fear.  I leaned forward again and kissed him again,
this time on the lips, and this time Paul reached up and held my head with
his hand and kissed me back.

When we finally pulled away, Paul had tears streaming down his face.

"Mike what is going to happen to me?  I don't want to go to Hell but I want
to be with a man so bad, I can't help myself, it is just so strong in me!"

"Paul let's just relax for a bit.  I'll try to get Brother Pat to talk to
you.  He's here this week too, he'll help you I know it.  I just don't
think you should fight it man.  That's who you are, you'll make yourself
sick.

Just then the bell rang summoning us for supper.  I quickly got dressed and
we went to eat.

______________

As we entered the huge dining hall I quickly looked around to see if I
could find Brother Pat, but he as nowhere to be found.  Paul and I wound
our way along to find trays and pick up our supper and then went and sat
down at the nearest table we could find.

Supper itself was pretty uneventful.  This first meal would be the only
meal this week at which we would be allowed to speak.  From here on at all
meals we would observe a rule of total silence.

The prior gave us a quick run down of what the week would bring us and what
we would be expected to do.  We would work together in pairs, with the
other person who shared a room with us and each pair would be assigned a
brother .  We would be given a glimpse of what life would be like if we
were considering joining this order as brothers.  We were also given a
taste of what the school had to offer in the way of training.

Then we were given an agenda for the week and told to finish our supper and
go back to our rooms for the rest of the night, being prepared to rise at
4:30 the next morning.

We got back to our room.  I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen Br.
Pat.

It was only about 6:30 and we sort of sat on our beds and stared at each
other for a moment, "Hmmm wonder what we are s'posed to do now, I don't
want to go to bed yet!"  I said.

Paul was looking at me in a peculiar sort of way.

"What's up man?"  I asked.

"Quietly almost whispering he asked; "What did you and 'you' Br. Pat do
together?"

I didn't know what to say at first but started by relating how I had felt
before Br. Pat had come along.  I asked him if he had ever been with a man
himself.  He shook his head.

I went over and sat down beside him.

"Would you let me show you some of the things we do Paul" He nodded and
blushed

I got up and put a chair under the door knob (The door had no lock on it)


I went back to Paul and stood before him and started to unbutton his shirt.
I leaned down and gently kissed his lips as I did so.  He moaned softly as
we kissed.

He stood up and I removed his shirt.

Paul was about 5'11 and a somewhat slight build but not completely skinny.
His skin was white, he obviously did not go out in the sun much.  He had
shortish brown hair with those liquid dreamy brown eyes with which he just
stared at me as I slowly undressed him.  He had no hair on his chest, which
was almost heaving.  This kid was a bundle of nerves.

"Just relax man, I'm not going to hurt you."

I took my T-shirt off and then putting my arms on his shoulders pulling him
to myself, I kissed him. First all over his face, his eyes, down the bridge
of his nose, his cheeks.  I nibbled on his ear lobes and then worked my way
to his lips, which were quivering as we touched.  He moaned again.  I
gently probed at his lips with my tongue.  He opened his mouth slightly to
let my tongue in, meeting mine with his.

We were now in full embrace, our hands caressing each other's backs.

I brought my hands around, brushing against what was obviously a full
erection in his pants and I started to fumble with his belt.  He was
copying me movement for movement as we both eagerly, Paul a little more
hesitantly, worked at removing each other's pants.

Our pants around our feet we stepped out of them.  We were both standing in
our briefs.

I told Paul to remain standing as I continued to kiss him working down his
neck to his chest.  licking and gently sucking each nipple, while I
caressed his belly with my hands working down to his groin area as I moved
down his body with my mouth.  His cock was swollen hard under the fabric of
his briefs.  He jumped a little as I slide my hand over it.

I looked up to see tears coursing down his cheeks.  I stood up again to
kiss his mouth.

"You ok with this Paul?"  "What's the matter?"

He sobbed softly "I... I... I never felt so scared ... and so good in all
my life" His body shook with his sobs.  I held him close and we sat down on
the bed.

"You don't have to scared, no one is going to hurt you, I'm going to show
you love as you should receive it man."

"I won't do anything that you don't want me to do man" I assured him. "Do
you want me to stop?"

He nodded his head and then shook it vigorously.  "I don't know what I want
you to do, you are making me feel so good, but I'm so scared!"  he sobbed

I held him close and then almost whispering I said "Paul, I'm not going to
hurt you, I want to make you happy."

"I'm going to continue, and if you want me to stop you let me know and I
will, I promise"

I instructed him to lay on his back on the bed, and kneeling beside him on
the bed, I leaned forward and kissed him again on the mouth.  This time he
received my tongue freely and I lay down beside him as we kissed.  His
tongue now not as tentative as before, met with mine and they danced
together as Paul let me explore his body with my hand.

We continued kissing for some time, as he relaxed.  My hand found his
nipples and I squeezed each one gently between my thumb and forefinger.  I
could feel him respond as he moved his body and brought his arm around to
hold my neck and then to caress the side of my face.

He moaned softly, as I continued down his torso, gently massaging as I
went.

Presently I pulled away and started kissing first his neck and nibbling at
his earlobe... then I moved down to his chest where I kissed and sucked his
nipples, gently biting them.

I moved down his body kissing as I went, licking in his belly button.  Paul
was writhing slightly by now and groaning for me to continue.  "Oooohhhnnnn
Mike this feels so gooooood"

He seemed to have lost some of his inhibitions.

Then as I approached his groin area, his cock obviously very hard under the
fabric of his briefs, I stopped and looked up at him.  He looked at me and
murmured "yes"

With that I move right down to his feet, there taking each foot in turn I
sucked on and licked between each of his toes.  It had the desired effect,
Paul was now groaning his pleasure, calling me to continue.  After I
finished with his feet I worked my way up first one leg, kissing and
licking it up to just above his knee.  Then I went back to the ankle of the
other leg and did the same.  Paul just lay there, well that is perhaps a
rather conservative description.  He did lie there, but he was definitely
moving as I worked his legs.

I was now time for the 'coup de grace'.  Before I started on his thighs
though I once again looked up at his face.  "Paul" I said softly "I'd
really like to continue and bring you to final pleasure, may I continue, do
you want me to?"

Paul just moaned "Ohhnnn Mike I want you to do this to me."  "Please Mike"
he sobbed "Please do this to me, I want it so bad"

I reached up and took his hand that was close by and kissed it gently and
said "Thank you Paul, I want to do this with you."

I could see his cock rigid under the fabric of his briefs, with a distinct
wet spot from the pre-cum that was apparently flowing.  I pressed on,
leaning forward to 'mouth' the length of his cock through the fabric of his
shorts.  I moved my lips back and forth over the ridge of his cockhead as
he groaned loudly.  It was more than he could handle as he reached down and
removed his underwear from of his now throbbing rod.  It stood up as he
released it.  He hoarsely begged me to take it.

I grabbed it lightly in my hands holding it steady as I slide my mouth over
his cockhead.

Paul was moaning and writhing under me, begging for more as I slid my mouth
down his shaft, working it with suction and my tongue.  I was not able to
move up and down more than twice, when Paul stiffened completely raising
his back off the bed as I felt the first shot of cum out of his barrel.

"OOOOHHHNnnnnn MIKE!!!  OOOOHhhnnnnnn this is so good!!!!"  He filled my
mouth with cum from at least seven of eight magnificent 'explosions' from
his cock before he relaxed and lay back down.  I continued to suck until I
felt his rod soften.  His hands all this while were on my head, his fingers
tracing through my hair.

As I released his manhood from my mouth he softly breathed "Thank you".  I
stretched out beside him and kissed him gently.  Tears were still on his
cheeks, as he smiled at me and then held me close.  He was at peace.

We were laying there revelling in the touch of each other's bodies when
there came a knock at the door and the sound of someone trying to get in.
I jumped up and grabbed my towel to cover myself and removed the chair from
the door.

At the door stood one of the 'brothers'.

He looked me up and down and said rather frostily "We don't look doors in
this place" He looked past me at Paul, who was blushing scarlet but had
managed to get under the covers.

"Some of the boys thought they heard some strange noises coming from this
room and called me to check to see if everything was alright" He continued.

"Everything is fine here Brother" I replied "We were just joking around, I
guess we were making some noise, I'm sorry."

He looked at me again.  "I think it is time you were in bed and quiet" he
said rather sharply and with that he turned and walked away.

I closed the door and Paul whispered; "Ohhn man that was way to close" He
grinned sheepishly "I guess I was making too much noise hunh?"

I laughed quietly

I climbed back in bed with him and we kissed.  With Paul's head resting on
my shoulder we fell asleep.

The next morning at breakfast, I saw Br. Pat.  He nodded at me and winked.
I smiled back.

A few minutes later we were given our assignments for the week and more
specifically the day.  I held my breathe as our names were read out.  Paul
and I looked at each other, we would be together of course but with whom.
Finally our names came up and Br. Pat's.  I let out a huge sigh of relief.

Br. Pat came a stood beside me, and said not a word, but I could tell in
his eyes that he too was relieved with the assignments. After all the
assignments were read out and breakfast finished we quietly filed out
behind Br. Pat.

The day and the rest of the week was filled with activity and Br. Pat was a
good teacher as he led us through the life of a Franciscan Brother and
taught us about the Order, it's history and purpose.

He showed us what we could expect as brothers in the order, where our
vocation would and could lead us.  As the week progressed I was more
convinced than ever that this is what I wanted for my life.

That evening after we were dismissed from supper to our quarters, Paul and
I sitting together on his bunk talking about the events of the day, when a
knock came to the door.  I opened the door to see Br. Pat standing there.
He walked in and shut the door behind him.

I threw my arms around him and kissed him.  "Oh Pat you don't know how I
wanted to do this all day"

He glanced over at Paul who was sitting there watching with an embarrassed
smile on his face.

"It's OK Pat, he knows, and he's gay too."  I said in a hushed tone.  "As a
matter of fact I had hoped that you could talk to him as you did to me.  He
has a 'Father Maurice' too."

We all sat down on Paul's bed together, Br. Pat between us, as I began to
relate to Paul again for Br. Pat's benefit how he had helped me through my
hard times.  Br. Pat would interject with his own comments as we continued.
"So you see Paul," Br. Pat concluded "there is nothing wrong with the fact
that you are gay and have sexual feelings for men.  The problem is with
those who would have you think that something is wrong with you."

"There are many different views on how to deal with homosexuality in the
Christian faith, one of the ways, the way Mike and I and many others have
chosen is one that to be gay is no more sinful than to be straight.  We
believe the consensual love of one man for another just like that of David
and Jonathan in the Bible is a beautiful thing and should be encouraged.
There is enough sorrow and hate in this world, let's not make love, this
love, to be a source of sorrow as well.  It is too wonderful to ruin with
bigotry and judgement."

With that Br. Pat leaned over and kissed Paul and gave him a hug.  Paul who
through this had been listening intently and at points had been crying
softly, melted into Br. Pat's hug.

Br. Pat kissed him again this time I could see that they were both kissing
quite deeply.

Paul was groaning softly his hands moving up and down Br. Pat's back.  They
both lay down on the bed together as I moved over to my bed to watch as my
dear Pat made love to my new found friend.

They stopped kissing briefly to remove their clothes (seemingly totally
oblivious of my presence, although I was quite enjoying what I was seeing).
Br. Pat sat down before Paul who was standing.  He placed his hands on
Paul's waist and drew him gently to himself.

Br. Pat closed his eyes and kissed Paul's chest and then worked his way
down.  Paul held on to Br. Pat's head and was directing him down.  They
both fell on to the bed and Br. Pat repositioning himself slowly slid
Paul's now throbbing rod into his mouth.  Paul arched his back up to meet
Br. Pat.

By now I had my cock out and was stroking it as I watched these two men at
love.  Br. Pat glance up at me and with his eyes motioned me over to him.
His hard cock need attention.  He continued to bob up and down on Paul's
manhood who was moaning softly.  I crawled on the bed as well and leaned
forward to swallow down Br. Pat's beautiful rod of steel.  Oooohhnnn man he
tasted so good.  I had wanted to have him in my mouth since we last were
together some days before.

The smell his male musk was intoxicating.  I wasn't long in having this
amazing cock moving in and out of my mouth, my tongue all over it as it
moved through.

Suddenly Paul trying to stifle the volume of his voice cried out ....
"OOOOHHNNNNN Fuck I'm cumming" He was writhing on the bed as Br. Pat kept
on sucking drinking down the delicious fluid love that Paul pumped into his
mouth.

"Oooohhnnnn man that was so goooood" Paul moaned.

He looked up with half closed eyes and watched as I sucked on Br. Pat and
as Br. Pat finished him off.  He watched for a bit and then I felt him move
on the bed.  A moment later something wet and hot slid over my cock.  I
heard Br. Pat softly encouraging him and instructing him how to suck me
off.  I could tell by Br. Pat's voice that he too was nearing a climax.

I worked harder on him, my hands caressing his huge balls and then rubbing
down between his legs to his ass.  He moaned telling me to keep going.  "On
Mike I've been wanting you since we got here."

Then he stopped both of us and said " Ok Paul we're going to do something
different, I want Mike inside me while you finish off on my cock with your
mouth."

Paul looked at him curiously. But as we rearranged and I got ready to slide
my cock into Br. Pat's ass, it didn't take Paul long grab Br. Pat's rod
into his mouth, fucking his face vigorously on it.

We quickly worked a rhythm.  It wasn't long before I could feel the
intensity of my love building to a point of no return.  "Ohhnnnn Pat I love
you so much" I moaned as I felt my cum pumping and spilling into his body.

Very shortly after my orgasm started I could feel him tense and stiffen as
he groaned his climax in Paul's mouth.  We could hear Paul gagging and
choking on load Br. Pat gave him but he continued on swallowing most of it
with only a bit leaking out of his mouth.

We lay down together on Paul's bed holding each other closely for some
time.  Kissing and snuggling into each other as if we were afraid to loose
each other.

A few minutes later Br. Pat stirred and got up and said quietly "I must go,
I'll see you boys in the morning."  He got dressed and while we were still
just lying there watching, he came and kissed us both and left.

Paul got up get the pillow off my bed and came back to his bed climbed in
with me pulled up the covers and we fell asleep in each other's arms.  "I
wish I had a 'Br. Pat' he murmured as we drifted off.


The rest of the week went like a dream. While we did learn alot about the
Order, and our days were filled with tasks and silence, our nights were
filled with sexual abandon and ecstasy.  A hard thing to accomplish in
total silence.

The week flew by and all too soon we were saying our good byes. Paul and I
exchanged addresses and promised to write. But with him being from Nebraska
in the States and me from North Central Ontario, it would be difficult for
us to get together again.

Our hope of course was that we would both end up here in school in the
Fall.
  In the privacy of the room before we left we fell into each others arms
kissing and embracing as we bid our farewells.

A few minutes later Br. Pat was at the door to gather me so we could head
home again.