Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2013 16:27:00 -0500 (EST)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 5

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 5 – The Understanding.

The first couple days of the following week just sort of flew by, at least for me.
Jared and I spent some of our time watching the pool guys do their job, but I
spent most of my time writing, while Jared entertained himself.  I actually thought
he might not come down again until the crew had finished their job on the pool,
because I was concentrating on my writing and wasn't spending much time with
him, but he showed up every day and stayed as long as he could.

Surprisingly, the pool guys finished doing the work in just four days, since the
weather had been very cooperative and they didn't run into many unexpected
surprises, and completed doing everything by Tuesday night.  I had been
impressed with the way they carried out their duties, while also respecting my
property and cleaning up after themselves, so I was very satisfied with the job
they had done.

Now that the work had been completed, Jared immediately began to pester me
about filling the pool with water, but I reminded him that the patchwork and paint
needed to set for a couple more days first, before we could do that.  Undeterred,
he pressed to know exactly when we could do that, so I told him the earliest
would be Thursday night, but we might even have to wait until Friday.  He wanted
to know if we could go swimming then, but I reminded him that after the pool was
filled, then I'd have to add the chemicals and we'd have to wait at least another
24-hours after that, which of course frustrated him even more.

"Will I at least be able to go swimming on Saturday then?" he whined.

I realized he was asking this because he knew he wouldn't be coming down the
following day, since Sunday was his mother's day off from work.  I wanted to be
honest with him, but I couldn't provide him with any guarantees.

"Jared, I'll do my best, but I can't promise that will be possible," I responded.  "At
worse, you might have to wait until Monday to go swimming."

He wasn't happy with my answer, but he knew I'd do my best to make it happen,
so he let the subject drop.

All day Thursday, Jared kept asking me, over and over again, if I would go out
and see if the paint was 'dry' yet, so I could fill it with water.

"Jared, I said Thursday night at the earliest, not during the day," I reminded him.
"Trying to push me to check isn't going to make it happen any sooner, so just be
patient.  I'll check it again after dinner, but I can't make any promises."

Jared followed me around the house for the rest of the day, as I did some of my
household chores.  I was going to try to write, but I knew I wouldn't get much
accomplished with Jared hanging over my shoulder, so I did the laundry and
cleaned the place up a little instead.  Jared helped me do all of this, but I could
tell that he was still thinking about the pool, because he was acting so antsy.
Every now and then I'd see him walk over and look out the window, like that
would magically make the pool fill with water, but he never said a word to me
about it.  When it was nearly time for him to go home for dinner, he finally got up
the courage to ask me once again.

"Dad, can we go out and check the pool now, to see if it's ready?" he pressed,
while giving me his pleading look.

"We'll do that when you come back later," I replied.  "I've got to fix my dinner first,
so the pool will have to wait."

Again, he wasn't happy with my response, but he eventually went home to have
dinner, while I continued working on my own.  I realized that he'd probably be
back sooner than usual, since he was so anxious about doing this, so I ate
quickly and then cleaned up the dishes.  I had barely finished, when Jared came
bursting through the door again.

"Ok, Dad.  Let's go out and check the pool," he urged, as he came rushing up to
greet me.

"Ok, champ, but whatever I decide goes," I warned.

He merely nodded, so we walked out the back door and headed toward the pool.
As soon as we got there, I bent down and began to check it out.  Everything
seemed fine, as I moved around the edge of the pool and investigated each of
the sections, and then I finally walked down into the pool, so I could check it out
completely.  When I finished, I looked up at Jared and spoke.

"Ok, I guess we can start filling it now," I stated.

As soon as I finished my sentence, Jared leaped into the air and began pumping
his fist as he did so, which indicated to me that I had to issue him another
warning.

"Don't get too excited," I warned.  "It will take several hours for the pool to fill up,
so I doubt it will be totally filled until long after you've gone home for the day."

Suddenly, Jared looked crestfallen again.  I'm not sure if he thought he would
immediately be able to go swimming after the water was added, but I had a
feeling that he might have been thinking along those lines.  Since it wasn't going
to happen as quickly as he'd hoped, he merely sat beside me and we talked, as I
kept an eye on the pool while the water began to flow into it.  After a while, Jared
resigned himself to the fact that this was going to take way longer than he'd
hoped and eventually it was time for him to leave.  We said goodnight and I
walked him out to his bike, so I could watch him pedal up the road.

After he had disappeared from sight, I went out to the pool again, to see how
things were going, but there hadn't been any noticeable progress.  Since I
wouldn't need to monitor this process so closely, I decided to use the time to
think about my story.  As I sat there, I attempted to mentally go over some of the
details concerning the twists and turns I wanted this story to take and jotted them
down on a notepad I'd fetched for this purpose.  I then tried to iron out any
incongruities in my proposal, but I was having very little success, because my
mind kept drifting back to thoughts of Jared.  Why was I so obsessed with this kid
and why did I keep having sexual fantasies about him?  I'd moved out to the
country to get away from this type of situation, but landed right in the middle of
one instead.  What are the chances of something like this happening?

Once the pool was finally filled, I ran the standard tests on the water and then
turned on the filtering system.  I was supposed to let that run for a while before
adding the chemicals and then I'd have to wait a little while little longer before the
pool could be used.  Now that the filter was running, I went inside and tried to
concentrate on my story again and somehow I managed to complete a little more
of the chapter I was currently working on, but I wasn't sure if it was anything I
would wind up using, since I was still slightly distracted.  Seeing I wasn't having
much success doing this, I decided to go to bed early and hoped that maybe I
could get a little more rest tonight.

I don't know if it was because I was totally exhausted or if something else had
come into play, but I actually got a fairly decent night's sleep and awoke fairly
refreshed the next morning.  I didn't remember having any dreams about Jared
either, but maybe that was a good sign.  Whatever the reason, I wasn't in such
bad shape when he showed up a couple of hours later.

"Hey, Dad.  Can we go swimming today?" Jared asked, nearly as soon as he
entered.

"I finished filling the pool last night and ran the filter," I advised him, "but I still
have to put the chemicals in it first, before we can use it.  After we add the
chemicals though, we'll have to wait at least another 24-hours before we can
swim in it."

"Why so long?" he wanted to know.

"Because the chemicals take about twenty-four hours to work and then I'll have
to test the water again, to see if we can go swimming," I explained.  "That's just
the way it is."

"Ok, but why do we need to put chemicals in the water first?" he wondered.  "It's
the same water that we put in the bathtub, so why can't we just jump in and start
swimming?"

"I put the chemicals in to kill any plant and microscopic animal life that may exist
in the pool or the water, so we don't catch anything, such as a disease," I
informed him.

"But we don't do that when we take baths and it's the same water," he countered.

"Yes, but you only keep bathwater in the tub for a short time, not for many days,
like you do in a pool.  Besides, the pool is outdoors, where many different things
can find their way into the water, so adding the chemicals will make sure those
things are killed, so they don't become a threat to us."

"Ok, I think I understand now," Jared replied.

"Good, then let me show you what we'll need to put in there, so you can help me
with some of it," I explained.  "Once we're done with that, then we'll clean up the
area around the pool and pick up anything that might possibly end up in the
water later, if we don't take care of it first."

Jared seemed fine with my plan, so I explained about the chlorine and shocking
the water, before I told him what chemicals I had determined we'd have to put
into the pool, as a result of the tests I had taken.  When we finished doing that,
we raked up the small twigs and leaves out of the yard, as well as pulling the
grass out of the areas where it shouldn't be growing.  We then put all of the
debris into a lawn bag and set it out at the curb for garbage day.

Once we'd finished doing all of that, Jared said he wanted to take a shower,
because he had not only gotten fairly dirty doing those jobs, but he had also
become hot and sweaty while helping me with these chores.  Since I clearly saw
his predicament, I told him that would be fine.  I then advised him that he could
use the guest bathroom again, while I cleaned up in the bathroom in the master
bedroom, because I had also worked up a bit of a funk while puttering around the
yard.  I then followed Jared upstairs and sent him into the guest bathroom, while I
went into the master suite.  When I finished, I dried off and went back into my
bedroom, where I found Jared waiting for me, completely naked again.

"Why didn't you put something on?" I asked.  "You have plenty of clothes now."

"Yes, I do, but I didn't know what you wanted me to wear," he stated, "because I
didn't know what we'd be doing next."

Seeing him naked like this again caused my own manhood to perk up and begin
to jut out from my body.  Jared flashed me a sly grin when he saw my penis
starting to come to life.

"You still could have put on some briefs or wrapped the towel around your waist,"
I replied, slightly annoyed.  "Go put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and then
bring your dirty clothes downstairs with you.  I'll throw them into the washer and
clean them up, so you'll be able to wear them home later."

When I looked up at him this time, it appeared as if he was going to say
something, so I decided to speak first.

"And no wisecracks.  I'm not in the mood for anything like that, since you broke
your promise that you weren't going to parade around naked any more," I
explained.

"I just didn't know what I should put on..." he began, but I cut him off again.

"As I already stated, you could have at least wrapped a towel around your waist
or put on your underwear," I shot back.

"Ok, but I don't see why it bothers you so much when I'm naked, since you
obviously liked what you saw.  I could tell," he observed, but I wasn't amused.

"That has nothing to do with it," I nearly screamed.  "You'd made me a promise
and I warned you that if you didn't keep it, then I wouldn't be able to allow you to
come down to visit any more."

Jared suddenly looked panicked and nearly freaked out when I said this, so he
quickly tired to apologize.

"I'm sorry and I won't ever do that again," he pleaded.  "Just don't tell me that I
can't come down here any more.  Please, I'm really very sorry, but I didn't think it
was such a big deal."

"That's what you always say and then you do it again," I reminded him.  "You
know what effect it has on me and how I'm trying to avoid such situations, but
you continue to do things like this time and time again.  It's just gotten to the point
where I can no longer put up with it, because I'm afraid that I'll do something I'll
regret later."

"You'll regret that you love me?" Jared asked, confused.

"No, I won't regret my feelings for you," I offered.  "It's just where those feelings
might lead.  I'm having thoughts I shouldn't be having and you're not helping the
situation any by doing things like this."

"I wouldn't mind doing those things with you," Jared offered,  "so you don't have
to worry about anything."

I glared at Jared after he'd said that.

"Jared, I've explained this to you before, so you know it isn't possible," I stated.
"Maybe we should cool things for a while, because I don't feel as if I'm in control
of the situation any longer."

"NO!  I promised I won't ever do anything like this again, so don't stop me from
coming down here to see you," he whined.  "I don't think I could stand that."

"But you've made that same promise before," I pointed out.

"But this time I'll keep it," he pleaded.  "I didn't think what I did was so bad and I
just came in here to ask you what I should put on.  Next time I'll use a towel."

His lower lip was trembling and his eyes were pleading with me.  It was taking an
enormous toll on me seeing him react this way.  I didn't want to break his heart
and leave him feeling unloved, but I didn't know how much longer I could resist
the urges I was feeling about him.  The temptation was becoming far too great for
me to deal with any longer, so if he continued to do these types of things, I feared
my willpower would buckle sooner or later and I'd end up giving in.  When I
looked up and saw the tears starting to cascade down his cheeks, I decided to
relent and let him know what I'd decided.

"I shouldn't do this, but I'll give you one more chance," I offered.  "The next time
you pull a stunt like this, then we'll have to stop seeing each other for a while.  Do
you understand this time?"

"Yes, and I won't do anything like this again," he promised, as he raced over and
hugged me.

"Jared, we're both naked and this isn't helping matters any," I pointed out.  "So
go put some clothes on and meet me downstairs."

"Okay, and I'm sorry, but I just wanted to hug you for not sending me home," he
explained.

I let what he'd just done slide and then I met up with Jared downstairs a few
minutes later, so we could throw his other clothes into the washer.  While they
were being cleaned, we sat down to watch a movie.

"Would you mind if I sat beside you," he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"That would be acceptable, as long as you don't decide to get naked again," I
answered.

He looked up and studied my face, to see if I was smiling or looking stern.  When
he noticed the slight grin on my face, he started laughing.

"Ok, I promise not to strip out of these things until I get ready to change into my
other clothes," he agreed.

We then sat down on the sofa together and I let him cuddle up against me.  After
a few minutes, I lifted my arm and wrapped it around his shoulders and he just
sort of melted against my side.  About halfway through the movie, when one of
the commercials came on, I went out and took his things out of the washer and
placed them in the dryer, so they'd be ready for him when it was time to go
home.  Then I went back into the living room and we watched the rest of the
movie together.

When it ended, we went out to the laundry room and I took his things out of the
dryer.  I then told him that he could change right there, while I went out to the
kitchen to start my dinner.  When he came out to join me a minute later, Jared
was wearing the same clothes he'd had on when he arrived, with the other
clothes in his hands, so he planned to merely take those things back upstairs and
put them away.  He didn't feel they were dirty enough to need washing yet, since
he'd only worn them for a short time and hadn't been very active, so I was fine
with him doing this and watched as he raced up to the guest room to put them
away.

When Jared went home for dinner, I wasn't sure if he'd come back again
afterward, since I'd been so cross with him, but he did.  I was working on my
story when he walked in, so he immediately began to ask me questions about it.
I was trying to tell him a little about the plot while I continued to work, but that
only prevented me from actually getting anything accomplished.  Since this was
one of the few times I'd actually been productive in days, I asked Jared if he'd
mind watching something on the television while I worked, because I didn't want
to stop just yet.  He said he was ok with that, as long as I didn't send him home,
so he gave me some space and I continued to work.  When I finished what I was
doing, I went in and joined him for a while, before it was time for him to leave.

I actually slept fairly well that evening and woke up early again and I was quite
refreshed.  Once I got dressed, I went down to the kitchen and fixed myself a
quick bite to eat, and then I went out and ran a quick series of tests on the pool
water, before I started working on my story again.  When Jared came in about an
hour later, he wanted to know if we could go swimming today, so I told him I'd
already run a quick test and thought we should wait until this evening.  Jared
wasn't happy about my decision, but he reluctantly agreed to wait.

Then, he asked what I was going to do today, so I told him I'd like to continue
writing for a while, as long as the ideas were still coming to me, but I also had to
go out a little later and do some grocery shopping, since I'd noticed that I was
running low on quite a few essential items.  Jared quickly offered to watch some
DVDs while I worked on my story, but he also stated that he'd like to go to the
grocery store with me, if I didn't mind.  I told him I didn't care if he joined me,
although it would probably be pretty boring for him, but that didn't seem to faze
him in the least.  He said he didn't mind, as long as we were together.

I continued writing until lunchtime and Jared gave me all the space I needed to
do this.  He watched a couple of DVDs while I worked, although he did come out
a couple of times to see how I was doing and ask if he could get me anything.  I
did allow him to get us drinks at one point, but then he went back into the other
room, until I called him to eat lunch.

Once we finished, I drove us down to the store, so I could pick up the items I had
on my grocery list.  I wouldn't usually have gone out this early to shop, but seeing
Jared wanted to go with me, I felt it would be safe to do this.  Instead of going to
Walmart, I decided to stop at another grocery chain instead, to see if they might
have that Walmart didn't offer.  As we were walking around and checking out the
various departments, I noticed a couple of handsome boys shopping with their
mothers.  I think Jared spotted me checking them out, but he didn't say anything,
at least not until we got into the Tahoe for the drive home.

"Did you think those other boys were cute?" he asked, as I pulled out of the
parking lot.

"What other boys?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

"The ones I saw you staring at while we were shopping," he answered.  "Did you
think they were cuter than me?"

"Jared, it's just that I always notice other people when we're out," I admitted.

"Especially the boys," he reiterated, "but did you think they were cuter than me?"

"No, I didn't," I responded.  "They were cute, but not as attractive as you, so don't
worry about it."

That seemed to suffice and we drove the rest of the way home without him
mentioning the other boys again.  Once I'd parked the car, Jared helped me carry
everything inside and put it away, and then we went out to do another series of
tests on the pool, to make certain everything was fine.  After we tested the pH,
alkalinity and calcium hardness of the water it appeared as if it was ready to use.
We probably could have gone swimming then, but it was very close to the time
Jared had to leave and go home to eat and I didn't want to have a hassle with
him after only a few minutes about getting out again.

Instead, we mucked around outside for a little while longer and then I reminded
Jared that we could swim when he came back later, but now it was time for him
to go home for dinner.  After he left, I sat down to write a little more and actually
accomplished quite a bit, since I'd decided to only grab a sandwich and ate it
while I worked.  Even though I was fairly productive, my efforts were interrupted
from time to time, as thoughts of Jared popped into my mind, but overall I was
able to focus on what I was doing and got a lot done.

When Jared returned from having dinner with his mother and brother, he was
rearing to go.

"Can we go swimming now, Dad?" he asked, the minute he stepped inside.

"Let's give our dinner time to settle first and then we can take a quick dip," I
agreed.  "We can go upstairs and change into our bathing suits in about a half
hour and then we'll jump in the pool."

"Do we have to wear our swimsuits?" Jared asked, while flashing me a
mischievous grin.

"Yes, we do!" I answered, with enough emphasis so he wouldn't have any doubts
that I meant what I said.  "Not only does this have to do with your promise again,
but what if Josh came down and caught us naked in the pool?  Don't you think
that might create a problem for us, if we had to explain to him about what we
were doing?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," he agreed.  "Josh isn't like me and tries to keep others
from seeing him naked, including me, but I don't mind if certain people see me
without any clothes on."

"No!  Really?  I would never have guessed that," I shot back.

My sarcasm did not go unnoticed and Jared stuck his tongue out at me, to let me
know that he didn't appreciate my sense of humor.

"Well, you're my dad now, so why should I be embarrassed about letting you see
me naked?" he challenged, while trying to justify his exhibitionist gaffes around
me.

"It's not that I'm saying you should hide your body," I replied, "but I have the
feeling you were trying to accomplish more than just letting me see all of your
fantastic parts."

"What do you mean?" he asked, while attempting to look shocked in the process.

"You know very well what I mean," I shot back.  "I suspect you were trying to get
me sexually excited and who knows what else you had in mind after that."

"Dad, I don't see anything wrong if you wanted to do some of those things with
me," he stated.  "It would be kind of like we were friends and just trying out a few
things with each other."

"But that's the point," I answered.  "If we were about the same age, then doing
things like that might be fine, but with this huge age difference, then it's a totally
different story."

"But why does it have to be like that?" he asked.  "Why can't we just mess
around a little?  We could jerk each other off or maybe even try some other stuff
too, so why would that be so wrong, especially if that's what I want to do?"

He was almost beginning to sound like a lawyer who was pleading his case to
the jury.

"Jared, we've already covered this ground many times," I replied.  "It's because
you're underage and still considered a minor, at least in the eyes of the law."

"But it's a dumb law and we can just ignore it," he suggested.

"Ok, let's put it this way," I offered.  "If we allowed people to just ignore certain
laws, because they thought they were dumb, wouldn't everyone just do whatever
they wanted then?  Wouldn't murderers choose to ignore the laws pertaining to
them, so they could go out and kill whomever they wanted?  They could just
claim the people they killed were really bad anyways, so it shouldn't matter.  And
wouldn't thieves choose to ignore the laws pertaining to robbery, so they could
just get what they wanted without having to work for it?"

"But that's not the same," he argued.  "They'd be hurting someone else and what
we'd be doing wouldn't be hurting anyone.  We'd only be doing it because we
both wanted to and because we loved each other."

Hearing him make this argument, I began to think that possibly Jared WAS going
to grow up to be an attorney!  Now, I had to think of a better example.

"Ok, if you don't like those examples, let's say you were left millions of dollars
from your grandparents, but you are only twelve-years old," I conjectured.
"According to your logic, if you wanted to give all of that money away, then you
should be allowed to do so, right?  You wouldn't be harming anybody by doing it
and the other people could probably use the money, so it's a good thing, right?"

"Yeah, if that's what I wanted to do and the other people needed it, then it should
be allowed," he agreed.

"So let's say an older person tricked you into giving him some of your money by
making you think you were doing a good thing," I continued, "but then later you
discovered that he didn't really need the money and was using it to do bad
things.  Would that be all right too?"

"No, because he tricked me into it, so that wouldn't be fair," he reasoned.

"Precisely, so how would you know that someone wasn't trying to trick you into
doing sexual things with them, just for their own pleasure and not because they
had any feelings for you?" I challenged.  "What if they didn't really care about you
and only wanted to use your for sex?  Do you think that would be all right then?"

 He looked a little confused now, after I'd asked him this question.

"But, that's different," he finally responded.

"No, it isn't," I argued.  "You'd have been tricked to giving something away both
times, only for the benefit of the other person, and you'd be left with less than you
started with."

Jared even more confused now, so I gave him a little more time to think this
through.

"But what would I lose by doing those kind of things with somebody?" he asked,
thus exposing the chink in his logic.

"You'd be losing your innocence and maybe even your virginity," I answered.

"Wait!  I thought only girls could be virgins," he shot back.

"No, being a virgin only means that you haven't had sex before," I replied.  "A guy
can be a virgin too and it's something you might want to save, so you can share
that experience with a special person someday.  If you get tricked into giving it
away to someone else, that wouldn't be any different than the person stealing
your money or anything else you own.  That's why the law sets an age for when
they think the person is mature enough to make those types of decisions on their
own, without being tricked into it."

"But older people can be tricked into doing dumb things too!" he countered.

"Yes, sometimes older people get to the point where they are easily confused
and tricked into doing things they shouldn't," I agreed, "so that's when their
relatives or others step in and have the courts declare them incompetent."

"Yes, but people your age can be fooled too," Jared insisted.

"Yes, that may happen, but it isn't because the people my age don't have the
knowledge or experience to make the correct decision.  It might be that they just
lack the necessary wisdom to sort things out," I replied.  "A young person,
however, may lack both the knowledge to understand what the other person is
trying to do and the experience to tell when it is happening.  That's why there are
laws, to protect young people from situations such as that."

"But just because a person is older, it doesn't make them any smarter or less
likely to get fooled," he offered, defiantly, while trying to win this argument.

"True, but it's the only way the law can protect the most vulnerable individuals in
our society," I added.  "The courts often have to make rulings for those who lack
the mental ability, regardless if it is result of a form of mental retardation or if the
person has merely lost that ability due to effects of aging, injury or disease," I
pressed.  "Other than that, using a person's age is the only other fairly reliable
way to determine if a person has attained the necessary requisites to be able to
judge these situations for himself.  By selecting and setting an age when most
people would be able to make these types of decisions, then the law protects the
majority of people in society from being taken advantage of."

"Ok, I see why it is done," he said, somewhat exasperated at this point, "but who
decides what age that should be?"

"Unfortunately, that has been left up to individual states and countries to
determine, so the age requirements vary considerably between them," I replied.

"See, so it's not fair!" he exclaimed, thinking he had found the proof he needed to
convince me that he was right.

"That's only because kids in other countries don't necessarily have the same
types of experiences as children here.  They may be exposed to an assortment
of circumstances that you wouldn't be familiar with or they might find themselves
placed in situations at different ages than what you might experience," I offered.
"That's the reason we can't use the same age all over the world.  It might not
seem fair to you, especially in instances such as this, but we have to obey the
laws where we live or be willing to pay the consequences for disobeying them."

"You mean like going to jail?" he offered.

"Yes, that is one way countries and states deal with those breaking the law, but
there are other punishments that might be used to deal with those who choose to
ignore a particular law," I confirmed.

"Are there places where we could do things with each other now, without
breaking the law?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, there are," I agreed.  "In some countries the age of consent is as young as
twelve-years old, but it can also be as high as twenty-one."

"But why is it so different?" he challenged.

"That's a good question," I agreed, "but it depends on what the people making
the laws think an appropriate age is for where they live.  They base their decision
on what the young are exposed to at various ages, as well as using the cultural
norms that have been established throughout the ages."

"Well, I think the places that say twelve is old enough are right," Jared advised
me, emphatically.  "We should just go there."

"We could, but then that might put us in violation of other laws," I suggested.

"Like what?" he asked.

"They could say I was just taking you to one of those other places for immoral
purposes and that might break another law," I offered.  "Or they could say I was
kidnapping you, because we're not related."

"Damn, this is getting way too complicated now," he stated, slightly exasperated.

Suddenly, his head jerked up and he looked at me, with his eyes bulging out their
sockets.

"Sorry," he told me.  "I hope you don't mind me saying that."

"You mean because you used the word damn?" I asked.

"Yeah, my mom hates it when I do that," he confessed.

"I can understand why your mother wouldn't like it," I admitted, "but it didn't
bother me.  I knew you only did it while trying to resolve a problem for yourself
and it was probably just a slip of the tongue."

"Thanks," he added, simply.

The only problem was, I didn't think Jared was any closer to resolving his issues,
and it certainly hadn't helped me to come up with a solution for my situation
either.  I do think this exercise helped us both to think these issues through and
possibly look at circumstances in a new light, so maybe one of us would
eventually be able to come up with a workable solution for our mutual problem.
Hopefully, it would be one that would also allow us to fulfill our fantasies, while
remaining safe, but until then we would just have to abide by the current laws.

By this time, I felt it would be ok for us to go for a swim, so I suggested that we
should go upstairs and change.



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