Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2004 09:24:10 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-six

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I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-six

	So there we were, messy sheets and all.  I was just starting to get
my mind in gear again so that I might return Corey's favor when the stupid
alarm clock went off.  Damn, I'd forgotten I'd set it.  The reason I had is
because we were going to a trap shoot.  Since it had been late when we went
to bed I hadn't allowed much time for breakfast, let alone sex.  What to
do?
	"Corey, do you still want to go to that shoot?"
	Silly question.  He jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
It was pretty obvious he wanted to go.  As I started to get out of bed I
noticed there was something running down the crack of my ass.  Even I could
figure out what it was without much effort.  I'd been so wrapped up in my
own feelings I hadn't realized that he'd climaxed too.  The thought went
through my mind that one of these times he was finally going to want to go
farther in his love making, at least it appeared that way judging from this
morning and his reaction to having his cock in my crack.  I'd really like
to suggest the big step and see what he would say but I'd told him many
times that he got to decide what we did together.  While I was a lot more
experienced than he was, I wasn't what you might call real knowledgeable.
I guess I didn't ever want him to think I was pressuring him in any way.
He had to know he was in charge so he could gain some of the confidence he
needed in his life.  It was working.  When I first met him he almost never
voiced an opinion.  Now he would, although not as often as I would have
liked.  Being in charge of sex had helped him in that.  I also deferred to
his likes in food.  In fact, I tried to force him to make a lot of small
decisions without really putting pressure on him, you know, just asking his
opinion and yielding to it whenever possible and telling him my reasons
when I didn't.  So far he seemed to be responding.  He was less afraid to
say what he'd like for dinner or what we did on the weekend.  Today he
wanted to see a trap shoot.
	I grabbed a pair of briefs that were on the floor and wiped my
crack.  That way at least the floor wouldn't need mopping.
	A pleasant although somewhat brief shower followed by a quick
breakfast and it was time to go.  We loaded a couple of my shotguns and
some shells and left.  It was about an hour and twenty minute drive.
	When we arrived, the meet had just started.  There was still plenty
of time for me to sign up and so that was the first thing I did.  I wound
up on a squad that needed a leader.  A lot of shooters hate to be leader as
you have to shoot the hard lefts right off the bat.  I never saw that it
made much difference in my shooting so I didn't mind.  However, by filling
up an earlier squad it didn't allow time to see if there were any guns that
might be appropriate for him.  I had to hurry to catch my squad.  In fact,
I wasn't even able to shoot a warm-up round.  Oh well, I somehow doubted
that one round would make up for a couple of years off.  I just hoped I
wouldn't make a total fool of myself.
	I didn't do as badly as I thought I might.  Two twenty-fours to
start, followed by a twenty-five and a twenty-three produced a ninety-six.
That wouldn't put me in the money in double A class but wasn't bad
considering I hadn't been shooting much.  I will say that there was a whole
bunch of pretty weak hits.  I really needed some practice.
	When I was done with the sixteen yard targets we headed back to the
club house.  We each got a Coke and then wandered out to the rack in front
where I'd left my shotgun.  I could see that there were several guns with
signs on them.  I pointed them out and told Corey we should look them over
to see if one would work for him.
	As we strolled along, looking at the guns for sale, we saw the
usual Remingtons, Brownings, some Berettas, and other makes.  There was
even a Ljutic but nothing that seemed like what we were looking for.  Most
were overpriced for what they were and the condition they were in.  Also,
any that might have been acceptable were long barreled.  I'd found that a
thirty-two inch barrel was about as long as I liked and figured that Corey
would do well to start with a thirty incher.  Had I been taller I probably
would have wanted a thirty-four inch barrel and that's what most of them
were.  Not seeing anything we went back into the club house and Corey had a
hamburger.  I wasn't yet that hungry so I settled for a donut.
	We found a table and finished our Cokes and snack.  Several people
that I knew stopped by to say hello.  While I hadn't been shooting for a
while, about the same old crowd was here.  I probably recognized a little
over half of them.  Some I knew well enough to visit with and others I just
remembered seeing.
	We finally decided to take another look at the rack and see if
anything else had turned up.  There were a few guns we hadn't seen but
nothing we were looking for.  I was just about ready to pick up my gun to
go shoot a practice round when I saw an older gentleman set a gun on the
rack.  I could see it was shorter but he was far enough away I couldn't
tell much more.
	"Come on Corey, let's go look at that one."
	We walked over to the rack and there stood a Perazzi MX 3 Special.
Not only that, it looked to have thirty inch barrels and the stock was not
factory.  It was shorter and fully adjustable and had a recoil absorber.
	"What do you think?" I asked him.  He picked it up and I was proud
of him.  He remembered to open it and check to make sure it was empty.
Then he found a place where there was no one in his way and shouldered it.
	"The length seems about right but the comb isn't high enough."
	I just smiled.  I knew it could be adjusted.  I wondered what the
price was.  About that time the gentleman who had placed it there returned.
	We exchanged names and started talking about the gun.  Dale Metzer
told me it belonged to a friend.  The friend had bought it for his daughter
and when she hurt her arm in a car accident she had been unable to continue
shooting.  She had only had it for a few months before the accident.  Since
that time, several years ago, it had been just sitting around.  The owner
had finally decided that he ought to sell it.  Well, I thought to myself,
that would account for the short stock.  When Dale continued he told me it
was a combination set and also included the original factory stock and a
spare trigger group that was a release-pull set for doubles or you could
just use the release for the single barrel.  A Perazzi hard case was
included.  When I asked the price, I thought it was fair.
	I asked him if he was going to shoot in the handicap event and he
told me he wasn't.  With that I explained I had to go shoot as my squad was
about up and asked him to fit the stock to Corey and let him shoot a couple
of practice rounds.  If Corey liked the gun, we'd buy it.  When he agreed,
I handed him a twenty to cover shells and targets and hurried towards my
squad.
	The rust had affected the sixteen yard targets or singles as
they're called but didn't begin to prepare me for the handicap event.  I
shoot from the twenty-four yard line and a few more performances like today
would cause that to decrease.  I can't really describe how poorly I shot
but stunk comes to mind.  Let's face it; eighty-five is not a good score.
Not only that, there were a lot of targets I just dusted.  Normally I
should score in the low to mid nineties with an occasional upper nineties
score.  It was frustrating.  I knew what I was doing wrong but couldn't
correct it.  I wasn't picking the targets up properly and kept jerking
after them.  I was glad when I finished and could slink away.  Corey
definitely would not have been impressed with my performance in this event.
	When I got back they were just finishing his second practice round.
When I checked his score he had a thirteen.  Not bad for a strange gun and
as little shooting as he had done.
	"Well Corey, do you like it?" I asked.
	"It's real nice.  It doesn't hardly kick at all," he told me with a
shy grin.
	"Doesn't hardly, what kind of English is that?" I grinned as I
asked.
	He blushed.  I wondered if his brain was going into overload as he
tried to think of how to phrase his comment properly.  I swear, if there
had been gears in his head he would have stripped them.
	"It umm, doe..uhh..it hardly kicks," he finally spit out with a
look of triumph on his face.
	"Very good, do you think it would make a nice birthday present?" I
asked him.
	Once again I could almost see the wheels turning.
	"Yo,,you mean for me?" he stuttered.
	I grinned.  "Well, it is a little short for me."
	His eyes flashed back and forth between me, the gun and Dale.  He'd
heard Dale say the price was five thousand dollars.  He hadn't heard all of
our conversation as I'd made sure he wasn't in hearing range when I told
Dale to fit it to him and if he liked it we'd take it.  I was beginning to
think he was going to wear his eyeballs out from the rapid motions they
were making.
	"Bu,,buu,,,but it's a lot of mmm,,money."
	"The Colt's worth more."
	His eyes continued to flash back and forth between the gun and me.
I decided to offer a little more explanation.  "Well, your birthday is in a
couple of weeks and so far you haven't told me what you would like.  Do you
think that would be a nice birthday present or do you know something else
you'd rather have?"
	His eyes continued to flash back and forth between the shotgun and
me.  Finally his mouth opened and then moved.  I didn't hear a sound.  His
mouth moved again.  Still no sound.
	"What's the matter?  The cat got your tongue?"
	Suddenly there was a sound breakthrough.
	"Yes!  YesYesYes..."
	I grinned.  "Yes the cat's got your tongue or yes you think it
would make a good birthday present."
	He stuck his arm out holding the gun in Dale's general direction.
Fortunately Dale grabbed it.  I suddenly had my arms full of Corey.  He was
hugging me and jumping up and down.  I managed to keep my chin out of the
way of his head as he bounced there, hanging on to me with a death grip.  I
grinned at Dale.
	"I think this means yes," I chuckled.
	Dale started shaking his head.  "I think you're right."
	It took a while for Corey to calm down.  When he finally did I
started to make arrangement to pay.  I had just started when an old friend
saw me and came walking over.  His name was Kelly Robinson and he was the
manager of the local branch of the bank I used.  I'd gotten acquainted with
him when he as assistant manager of the branch my account was in.  I know
it was a promotion but hated it when he moved.
	"Hi Sam, Dale.  Long time no see.  You still teaching?" he asked
me.
	I laughed and told him that yes, I was still teaching.  It was
apparent that he and Dale knew each other.  We stood there batting the
breeze and getting caught up on each others lives.  Finally the subject of
what we were doing came up.  When I explained I was buying a shotgun for
Corey he asked me how I was paying for it.  That produced an explanation
that I was going to give Dale a check and make arrangements to pick the gun
up when the owner was satisfied the check was good.  Kelly asked who the
owner of the gun was and just laughed when Dale told him.  He whipped out
his cell phone and scrolled through the menu and pushed a button.  It
wasn't long before I could hear him telling a Mr. Arnold Morrison that he
would guarantee my check was good.  Finally he handed the phone to Dale and
the next thing I knew Dale was handing me the hard case with the rest of
the stuff in it and I was handing him a check.  All this time Corey had
been standing off to one side just kind of gently stroking the shotgun and
grinning.
	Dale and Kelly decided to have a beer and offered me one.  I
declined as I still had to drive home.  Instead I had another Coke and we
sat around bullshitting for a while and I showed Corey how to break the gun
down so it fit in the case.
	Finally I told Kelly I'd probably see him around more as I was
going to get back into shooting.  We all shook hands and Corey and I left.
When we got to the pickup I put my gun in the back as usual.  When I looked
around Corey was in the passenger's seat with the case between his legs.
He had what almost could be considered a death grip on it and it didn't
look like I would have any luck trying to pry it out of his hands.
	As I started home the cab of the pickup was filled with such words
as totally awesome, so kewl, and a bunch of others.  I really kind of
wondered why he was so thrilled but it didn't seem like I would have much
chance of finding out until he calmed down some.  I just let him babble on.
	I must admit I was surprised that he hadn't stopped by the time we
got home.  He was out of the pickup in a flash and by the time I got into
the house he had all ready gotten the cleaning supplies out and was
starting to clean it.  I showed him how to take the trigger assembly out
and clean and oil it.  By the time I'd finished showing him it was time to
start dinner.
	When Bob walked in Corey immediately launched into an excited spiel
about his new gun.  All I could do is grin and listen in.  He finally
seemed to run out of words when the dinner was about ready to go on the
table.  From the looks I kept getting I think it was a question of being so
busy swallowing that he didn't have time to talk.  His eyes kept darting
between the stove and the table.
	Dinner wasn't anything special.  Just hamburger patties, string
beans, a simple pasta dish, green salad, and biscuits.  As I watched Corey
inhale half the pan of biscuits all I could do is marvel that such a small
body could hold that quantity of food.  When we had finished I poured Bob
and me some coffee and we continued to visit.  In a few minutes I saw
Corey's hand snake out and take the next to the last biscuit.  Shortly
thereafter it had joined its mates in that bottomless pit known as a
teenager's stomach.
	Bob and Corey headed for Corey's room to work on his art lesson and
I cleaned up the kitchen.  When I'd completed that task I started in on the
papers I had to grade.  Surprise, surprise, the scores were down from the
usual ones.  Guess the team's performance had distracted almost everyone.
I hoped my students didn't think they would be allowed any slack just
because we had a team in the play-offs.  If they did, they would soon be
surprised.
	Bob finished his lesson and after a little conversation he headed
home.  Finally I was alone with Corey.
	"Well, do you think we ought to wrap it and you can have it on your
birthday?" I asked.
	The incredulous look he gave me was priceless.  He mouth opened
like he was going to say something and then moved a few times.  Just like
earlier in the day no sound came out.  A couple of quick breaths and he
solved that problem.
	"What!"
	"I asked if we should wrap it so you can have it as a birthday
present."
	"BuBuBut..."
	"But what?"
	He took a couple more deep breaths and finally seemed to get
himself under control.
	"But I thought it was mine."
	By this time I was finding it almost impossible to keep from
erupting in laughter.  I knew his brain was now in nothing less than warp
drive trying to figure out what to say.
	"It is.  I got it for your birthday, remember?"
	As he continued to stare at me with his mouth opening and closing
like a fish out of water I finally lost it.
	"You're mean!" I heard over the sound of my laughter.  I was
laughing so hard by now there was no way I could say anything.  I finally
just held my arms out, inviting him into them.
	He hesitated just an instant before he came over and almost jumped
into them.  As I hugged him I couldn't resist.
	"You should have seen the look on your face."
	He was silent for a while and we just hugged.  I wondered if maybe
I'd made a mistake when I heard the words, "Paybacks hell."  Those were the
same words I'd used several times when he got the better of me.  The soft
sly tone in his voice told me that I'd better stay on my toes.
	I finally leaned partway back in the recliner and Corey squirmed
around until he was curled up in my lap.  When he laid his head on my
shoulder I felt like I'd just made it into heaven.  This had to be one of
the best things we did together.  It just felt so right to have him in my
arms.  It made me feel like I could love him and keep him from harm, almost
like he had surrendered his life to me.  I just wanted to hold him and keep
him safe.
	His arms were loosely around my neck and my hands were softly
rubbing his back.  We just sat there, happy to be in contact with each
other.
	"Happy?" I asked softly.
	"Uhm," I could feel his head nodding on my shoulder.
	As I sat there holding him and rubbing his back my thoughts went
back to earlier when I'd wondered why he was so excited about having a
shotgun.
	"Can you tell me why?" I whispered.
	There was a long pause during which he just seemed to slowly sag
against me.  That was followed by some jerky breaths and I knew I'd started
him thinking and those thoughts were far from pleasant.  When he started
quietly sobbing into my shoulder I wished I hadn't asked.
	"What's the matter?  Do you want to talk about it?"  I just wished
I could make the pain go away but since I'd started this I figured I might
as well go ahead and see if there was a way to help him.
	"It's the first birthday present I ever got," his anguished voice
told my shoulder.
	We'd never talked much about the past.  He hadn't volunteered much
information about his life before I met him and I hadn't asked him.  I'd
always thought that if he wanted me to know, he'd tell me.  I just sort of
figured he'd tell me anything that he thought was important.  Now he'd told
me something that was important to him and I didn't know what to say.
	"God Corey, I'm sorry your mother didn't have enough money to buy
you presents."  He'd taken me by such surprise I couldn't think of anything
else to say.  After saying it I just continued rubbing his back.
	"I only remember once when she wished me happy birthday.  It
wouldn't cost to do that."  The bitterness and sadness in his voice made my
heart ache.  "I remember hearing other kids talk about presents and I
didn't get no presents to talk about," he choked out.  "Why?" his voice
sobbed.  "Why?"
	I was stunned.  As he continued to cry my mind raced, trying to
come up with some way to soothe him.  The problem was I couldn't think of
anything or anyway to take away that pain.  I suddenly understood that
there was a complex problem here.  He loved her but maybe sometimes he
hated her.  From the way he tried to please me I wondered if he'd spent his
life trying to get her approval and love and didn't think he had.  The
worst part of it was that I wasn't sure he was wrong.  Some of her actions
showed a real lack of concern about him.  Things like taking off for
several days just as she was doing now.  The fact that she was happy to let
him stay with me and didn't seem to worry about not seeing him made me
wonder if I'd misunderstood her.  If you added in her taking money from him
when some of her boyfriends or tricks, I wasn't sure which, had given him
some made me think about her in another light.  Could she have known why he
had the money?  I tried to think back and remember what he had said but I
couldn't be sure.  All I could remember for sure was that he'd said his
mother had taken the money.  I couldn't think of what to do or say.  All I
could do was hold him and rub his back.
	We must have sat there for quite a while until his crying slowed.
The thoughts in my mind were rushing around trying to settle into something
coherent.  I just couldn't seem to come up with what I ought to say or tell
him.
	"Don't she love me?" his plaintive voice asked.
	I wanted to say yes, of course she loves you but suddenly I didn't
know if she did.  Little things were flashing through my mind.  Things like
I'd never seen her hug or kiss him.  The times when she'd said she loved
him suddenly seemed like they were perfunctorily uttered.  That left me a
lot less sure of myself as to whether or not she did love him.  While I had
a hard time believing she didn't, I wasn't sure I was comfortable asserting
she did.
	"Maybe her parents never taught her how to tell you she loved you.
If they never told her they loved her, where would she have learned?"  It
sounded pretty weak to me but maybe it would get his mind off of the
subject.  After some more thought I continued, "Maybe she never had any
birthday parties or gifts.  That might be why she doesn't say anything
about it."
	He was quiet as I held him.  I wished I knew what was going through
his mind.  Maybe that would allow me to make his world better, help him to
understand how his mother might not understand how important it was that
she tell and show him that she loved him.  Maybe I was wrong but my gut
told me that this was important to him.  Maybe he needed to know she loved
him in order to make him feel he was important, that someone besides me
loved him.  Suddenly I remembered that he'd told me she read to him.
	"Corey, didn't you tell me that she used to read to you when you
were younger?  If she didn't love you why would she do that?  I think she
just doesn't know how to tell you she loves you."  I managed to say that
with what I hoped was enough confidence to make him believe it.
	He seemed to think the last statement over.  His crying stopped and
his breathing steadied.
	"In fact, I remember your saying she used to help you with your
schoolwork when you were in the first few grades," I added.  "Don't you
think that means she loves you?  I think she just doesn't know how to say
it.  Why don't you try telling her how much you love her when she gets
home?  Then, if she tells you that she loves you, you can tell her how much
you worry when she doesn't leave a note when she isn't going to be home."
	His head moved a little bit and I knew he was thinking about what
I'd said.  I didn't know if I was right but hoped I was.
	He finally squirmed around and got down from my lap.  After getting
a tissue and blowing his nose he looked up at me.
	"I was happy because I knew you loved me enough to buy that shotgun
for me.  It's expensive and I know you wouldn't spend that much money
unless you did."
	I wondered to myself if now was the time to try to make sure he
understood that it wasn't a question of money when it came to gifts.  It
was the thought behind them.  I decided to let it go for now.  I didn't
want to do anything that might confuse him.  Sometime in the future I'd get
a chance to explain that.  For now the most important thing was that he
understand he was loved.  Besides, it was getting late and we really needed
to go to bed.  Sometime when we had more time I'd try to explain about the
value of gifts.  In fact, I knew just how I'd do it.  I had a couple of
inexpensive gifts that meant the world to me because of who they were from
and why they were given.  They'd be a great way to attempt to explain both
what value is and why it can vary so much with the price one must pay to
acquire something.  I'd tried to explain the concept of value to him
several times before but I still wasn't sure he understood.  In fact, I
knew a lot of people who had never fully grasped the concept.  They still
thought that the number of dollars it takes to buy something determines its
value.  I'd gotten a bunch of money from when my parents had been killed
but there could never be enough money to make up for the loss I felt
because of their absence.
	We took a shower that was for us, very subdued.  I couldn't
remember if we had ever taken one in which there wasn't at least some hint
of fun or sexual innuendo except for this past week.  Tonight there was
none.  Things had been like this since last Thursday, sometimes the showers
were full of fun, sometimes not.  Corey didn't say anything and instead
seemed to be thinking.  I got no response from him even when I washed his
groin.  I could tell his mind was a million miles away, thinking and
worrying about his mother.  I knew I couldn't help him anymore right now
and we'd just have to wait and hope she came back, safe and sound.  Until
then all I could do was try to help and support him.
	As we were crawling into bed he seemed to shake himself.  No, it
wasn't a physical thing, kind of like he shook himself mentally.  He rolled
over close to me and kissed me.
	"Thank you."  That was all he said.  That was all he needed to say.
As I wrapped my arms around him I knew he had started to understand that
maybe sometimes, sometimes a person didn't do what was right.  It wasn't
that they wouldn't like to do what was right but they truly didn't know
what was right or how to do it.  Maybe he would be able to forgive her for
the things she hadn't or couldn't do for him.  Hopefully he'd come to
understand that it wasn't his fault.
	We just lay there for a couple of minutes.  He started to get in
his favorite position and I could feel his hardness pressing against my
hip.
	"Think maybe little Corr wants some attention?"
	Corey giggled.  Not only that, he humped against my hip a couple
more times.
	"By golly pilgrim," I said in my best John Wayne imitation.  "I
think the little maverick needs to be looked after.  Maybe I need to brand
him."  We both liked old John Wayne movies.
	I guess that was the wrong thing to say because instantly that part
of him was as far from me as he could get it and still be in the bed.  Not
only that, the giggles were now coming about as fast as they could.
	That's something that always surprises me about Corey.  He can
change moods much more quickly than I can.  Here he was, all full of
giggles and I was just starting to get in the mood.  I wouldn't have even
responded this quickly except he started giggling and I knew what he
wanted.  I'd have been happy to just hold him and go to sleep with him in
my arms.  Instead I knew I needed to help cheer him up.  Not only that, I
knew exactly what kind of cheering he wanted.
	A few quick trips around the bed and finally I said, still in my
best John Wayne voice, "Guess that there maverick needs hobbles.  Either
that or I'm going to have to get my lasso and rope him."
	I never did get the lasso but I guess you might say I threw him.
Well maybe that's stretching things a bit but I finally got my hands on him
and he surrendered.  It worked out just right, almost like he planned it.
In fact, if I had a suspicious mind, I would swear it worked out just like
he planned it.  His head was towards the head of the bed and mine was
towards the foot.  Not only that, a certain part of him was within easy
tongue reach.  Perfect.  Now to take advantage of that fortuitous fact.
	I'd just completed one tongue swipe from base to tip when I felt a
hot tongue doing the same to me.  That was about all it took to get me
really revved up.  I started concentrating on what I could do with my
tongue to that most desirable cock that was just in front of my mouth.
	By now there was a little precum flowing and I was starting to get
my ration of Corey.  I just took the head in my mouth and let my tongue
caress it.  I felt him do the same to me and we ended up just lying there,
savoring each other's taste.  Neither of us was going anywhere so there was
no hurry.  We could take all the time we wanted.
	After a while I took a little more in my mouth.  I started sucking
on it and swallowing like I was drinking something with a straw.  You know,
suck and then swallow.  As I did that I just kept taking a little more of
him into my mouth.  At this rate it wouldn't be long before I had all of
him.
	His top leg moved.  He bent his knee and moved it until it rested
on my shoulder.  I knew what he wanted.  Moving my head back I put my
finger in my mouth to wet it.  A little rubbing and another trip to get
some more saliva.  In the meantime I also doubled my top leg up.  I could
feel his finger doing unmentionable things to me.
	One more trip with my finger for a little more saliva and I started
to work in earnest.  I could feel him buck with uncontrolled thrusts.  As
my finger slipped in he thrust into my mouth and clamped down on that
finger.  I just waited as I knew he would relax soon and I could continue.
Sure enough, his hips moved back just a little and my finger was once again
free to continue its journey.
	My finger was about as far in as it would go when I felt his enter
me.  I started to move mine around, searching for the spot.
	When I hit it his hips thrust forward and once again his ring
clamped down.  I was just waiting for him to relax when his finger hit that
place that sets me on fire.
	I'd told him we ought to call such actions the fickle finger of
happiness when doing this to each other and about all I would have been
able to say if my mouth hadn't been full was WOW.
	Any more rubbing with those fickle fingers and we weren't going to
last long.  When he didn't quit rubbing I knew he wanted to finish.  No
delays, no long savoring of this, just release.  Come to think of it, I
didn't want to wait either.  The emotional roller coaster we'd been on
didn't allow for delays.
	We both got right with the program and of course it didn't take
long.  I could feel myself clamping down on his finger about the time his
ring almost immobilized mine.  I could still move the tip pretty well and I
did so all the while feeling that pressure build up inside me.
	His hips started to buck and thrust towards me just as I went over
the edge.  I pulled my head back just a little so I could taste his
essence.  It didn't take long until we were done.  When I came down enough
to once again take note of things, my hand was trapped between his thighs
with my finger still where it could send shivers through him.
	I felt him withdraw his finger and knew he was done for the night.
I got my finger and hand loose and turned around, dragging the covers over
our feet.  When I was beside him again we shared a kiss.  He then settled
into his favorite position.
	In once sense I hated having his head and leg on me after we had
just made love.  I was hot and sweaty and really needed to cool off but he
wanted to be there.  How could I refuse?  Instead I just loosely draped an
arm around him and relaxed.  It wasn't long until the sandman claimed us
both.
	To be continued...

Postscript This is the last of the finished chapters.  From here on out
there will only be postings when I complete a chapter.  Normally it takes
two to four weeks to write a chapter.  I guess it depends on how ambitious
I am.  Sometimes I just don't feel like writing.
	For those of you who have made it this far, if you'd like, drop me
an email and I'll put you on a mailing list so you can be notified when a
new chapter is posted.  The list will only be used to advise you on chapter
postings and will not be shared with anyone. Otherwise you can do what I
do.  That is I just put the directory of a story I like in bookmarks or
favorites and then check every now and then.  I have two folders in
favorites that deal with stories.  One is labeled continuing stories and
the other is labeled story sites.  I'm currently tracking twenty-six
stories and have nineteen sites I check at least occasionally for stories.
Some of the story sites I should just drop as they don't seem to be updated
any more.
	I thought about starting the list with those who had written but
decided against it.  That allows you to choose whether or not you wish to
receive posting notifications.  I know I hate unsolicited emails, although
I don't consider letters over the stories unsolicited, so thought I'd
better give you the option of being on the list or choosing not to be.
It's your choice.
	Chapter twenty-seven is almost completed so it shouldn't take long
to finish.  After that, who knows how fast I'll write.  It's taken almost
fifteen months to get this far in the story.  I keep thinking I know how
all the rest is going to be and then I come up with something more I want
to include.  Sometimes that adds several chapters to the story.
	Anyhow, thank you for reading this story and I hope you continue.
Best wishes to all.  Fritz fritz@nehalemtel.net