Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2004 23:16:52 -0700
From: fritz@nehalemtel.net
Subject: I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-nine

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	I Love Corey, Chapter Twenty-nine

	As I slowly became aware of things, I could hear Corey snoring in
his funny sort of high pitched way.  Sometime during the night he'd rolled
off of me and was now on his back.  I was just about to start waking him up
in a somewhat naughty way when my hated alarm clock went off.  If I ever
get my hands on the man who invented time I'm going to torture him forever.
God didn't give us clocks, man did.  Only man is worried about getting
somewhere on time.  After all, God created the heavens and the earth in six
days.  Now scientists say it took four and a half billion or so years to
get to where we are.  That might lead one to believe that God's days are
long and He's in no hurry.  Guess I'll just have to wait till tonight for
my ration of Corey.  I'm not as patient as God.
	I did manage to get him into the shower with me so all was not
lost.  Our activities could only be described as very enjoyable.  Wish I'd
have gotten a larger hot water heater for the bathroom but if I had, we'd
have been even later.  When the lack of hot water finally interrupted us we
had to hurry and get dressed.  I finished first and told Corey to wake JJ
and LT while I started breakfast.
	By the time they wandered out I had the oatmeal on, the coffee made
and some orange juice squeezed.  The raisin bread was even in the toaster.
I am going to have to get another toaster or a bigger one.  It only makes
two slices at a time.
	Corey and I had spent so much time in the shower that we didn't
have much time to talk.  We did manage to cover a few things.  I told JJ
and LT that they were probably outted and I didn't know what to do about
that, we'd just have to play it by ear.  That brought up the question from
Corey about what he should say.  We finally decided on saying he hadn't
asked them and wouldn't dream of asking anyone about their sexuality.  Then
he'd follow up by saying he'd never asked the person who was asking the
question about such things, had he?  If it went any further he'd say it
didn't make any difference to him.  They were still the same people today
they were last week and then say that was all he wanted to say on the
subject.  None of us were sure how this would turn out.  I was worried that
it might draw attention to Corey and me but I knew of no way to stop it.
Perhaps with Judy in our corner we'd make it past any questions.
	On the drive in I realized I felt pretty good this morning.  The
awful fear was gone and while I was still worried about some things, I now
hoped I could cope with them.  The thought went through my mind that
F.D. R. was right when he said, "The only thing we have to fear is fear
itself".* I'd been so paralyzed with fear that it had affected my thinking
to the point that I almost couldn't think.  By finally deciding to lay it
out and face my problems I was now free to concentrate on trying to solve
them.
	As usual I was the first one in.  I gathered up the stuff in my
mail box and started working on getting ready for the day.  As the others
arrived it was soon impossible to continue.  They all wanted to know all
about how things had happened and how they were going.  It wasn't long
until I had a crowd around me asking questions which I was trying to
answer.  When the subject of why I'd been chosen for JJ and LT was brought
up, I had no good answer.  All I could say is they'd have to ask Judy.  I
added that she'd done a background check because of Corey and knew I had
lots of room but that I was still surprised about the whole thing.  In that
I wasn't lying.  I was still surprised but I did leave a lot out including
the things she'd told me yesterday.  Things were going pretty well until
Les Jamison, one of the history teachers, arrived.  Then it got ugly.
	"Aren't you upset that you've got a couple of queers living in the
house?" he demanded.
	I tried to explain that it didn't bother me, that they were still
the same two people that they'd been last week and that I remembered his
saying how much he liked LT.  Boy that set him off.
	"That was before I knew he was a God Damned faggot!" he shouted.
"If I'd have known that I'd have flunked him!"  He hadn't seen Jerry come
in and walk up behind him.  "I'd have kicked him out of class," he
continued.
	Jerry's normally cheerful face suddenly looked like a thundercloud.
He tapped Les on the shoulder and told him he needed to see him in the
office.  They left and things got real quiet.  Suddenly no one wanted to
say anything to anyone.
	The office area is next to the teacher's lounge and normally one
can't hear anything between them.  Today it was different.  In most cases
you couldn't make out words but you could hear that they were shouting at
each other.  Les had joined the staff last year and was one of those people
that wasn't really liked.  He wasn't actually disliked but no one was real
fond of him.  He seemed to be a good enough teacher and went about his job
in a professional manner but had made no real friends with the rest of the
staff.  After about five minutes we heard a door slam so hard we all
jumped.  That had to be the door to Jerry's office as the others had the
usual automatic closers on them and you couldn't slam them.
	Everyone was just sitting, looking around at each other and
wondering what was happening.  We didn't have to wait long to find out.
	Jerry still had his thundercloud expression on when he stomped back
into the lounge.  He looked around and started issuing orders.
	"Marj, you take first period history, Sam you take third period,
Lanny forth," he paused while looking at his schedule list, "and George you
get fifth.  We'll sort the rest of this out later."  With that he left.
The door had no more than closed when he jerked it open and returned.
"Assembly sixth period.  Sam, Julia, be ready to take questions.  There
won't be any discrimination in my school!" he snarled.  Again he jerked the
door open and left.  The door hadn't even closed before we could hear his
office door slam.
	We all just sat there in shock.  I'd never seen Jerry truly mad.
From my colleagues expressions neither had they.  I'd seen him peeved but
this was far beyond that.  I was pretty sure he would be making some phone
calls and I hoped he waited until he'd cooled off otherwise the phone lines
might melt.  After a couple of minutes Lisa Phillips, one of the office
people came in and read the announcements.  Jerry usually handled that so
that was another surprise.  That left us just sitting there trying to
figure out what to do or say.  There wasn't much more said and finally we
left for classes.
	Of course the students in my normal classes wanted to talk about
what was happening with JJ and LT, and of course Les Jamison was also a
subject of questions.  I finally gave up and answered as best I could.  I
tried to explain that I thought they should remember Jason and LT were
still the same people they were last week.  Everything I said produced more
questions and discussions.  By the time each class ended I thought I'd made
some progress but it was clear that some of the students had reservations
about accepting JJ and LT.  There were those who just couldn't seem to
accept that they were still the same people they were last week.  No matter
how I tried, I just couldn't manage to convince them of that.  Some
students seemed to recognize that fact and I thought there was a chance
they might eventually get the rest of the student body to adopt the same
attitude.  At least I hoped so.  I was sure that the lesson would be
reinforced at the assembly.
	When I walked into the history class it was apparent that the
student grapevine had been hard at work.  None of the students seemed
surprised to see me and instead it was much like my own classes.  The word
had gotten around that Les was toast.  Of course there were lots of
questions about what had happened to JJ and LT and almost as many about Les
but not much history.  That was just as well as it would take me a couple
of days to work up lesson plans if I had to teach the class permanently.
	At lunch I was swamped.  Students kept coming in and they all
wanted to talk about the fact that JJ and LT were gay, along with the
apparent firing or at least suspension of Les.  I kept pointing out that JJ
and LT were still the same people they'd always been.  I hoped that lesson
got through to them.  After all, if they'd liked them before, why shouldn't
they still like them?  As far as Les went, I wasn't sure what to tell them.
I knew he was not here for today but had not been told if he was gone
permanently or would be back.  Their reaction to that was somewhat
surprising.  None of the students seemed to want him back.  I guess he
wasn't any more popular among the students than he was among the faculty.
	Jerry stopped by and apologized for not asking if I could take some
questions.  I assured him it was no problem and I was more than willing to
help.  At least he was once again calm.  Saying he needed to talk to Julia
he took off.  As soon as he was gone the kids filled the room again.  More
questions and the same answers.
	By the time the assembly rolled around I doubted that there was
anyone who hadn't all ready heard all about JJ and LT along with the blow
up between Les and Jerry.  During his presentation Jerry made it very clear
that there would be a zero tolerance policy regarding any form of bullying
or harassment.  Any student or teacher caught breaking that policy would
face suspension or expulsion and in the case of teachers, termination of
employment.  He also pointed out that it applied to any form of harassment
and wasn't just about sexuality.  He also passed out copies of the District
Policy Statements regarding such actions and told the students that their
parents would also receive a copy of the same statement in the mail.  When
he asked for questions, there were lots of them.  About half concerned the
policy and the other half concerned sexuality.  Of course Julia and I got
the ones on sexuality and Jerry answered those on policy.  One of the first
ones Jerry dealt with concerned Les Jamison.  His answer was that he'd been
terminated for cause, his words, and he made it clear that any other
teacher or student that wished to disregard the school district policy
would follow him out the door.
	In some cases it soon became apparent that no matter what either
Julia or I said, some of the ones asking the questions would not change
their minds.  Of course they were the ones who seemed to be the most
opposed to accepting the boys.  From their questions and follow-ups it
didn't take a genius to figure out their beliefs came from some form of
religious teachings.  Several mentioned the Rev. Langston.  Somehow that
didn't surprise me.
	When Brad Conner, the quarterback, asked what two boys could do
with each other I got some chuckles when I told him he didn't want to know.
I followed that by saying if anyone was really curious about things like
that to stop in and see either Julia or me privately.  Since there were
fifth through ninth grade students at the assembly, I didn't think this was
the time or place to give a long lecture on gay male sex play, as if I
could manage to do that.  I was pretty sure there'd be a few of the
students that would stop in and ask but maybe I could answer without dying
of embarrassment if it was more of a one on one.
	Garry Prentice, a 9th grader created the most problems for me with
his question.
	"Why did Jason and LT decide to be gay?"
	Jerry turned to me and there I was, trying to answer a question
that has been asked over and over again.  The worst part was that there is
no definitive answer.  There are lots of theories but nothing clear cut
that one can point to and say this is the proven answer.  Nonetheless, I
had to try.
	"I don't know Garry.  There's some scientists trying to find out
but so far there is no proof.  Some think it has to do with chromosomes and
some have advanced the theory that the hypothalamus controls it.  None of
these have been proven.  That doesn't mean that they're wrong, only that
they can't prove their individual theories.  There are lots more theories
floating around.  One thing is pretty well proven.  You are apparently born
that way.  Psychologists have come to the conclusion that being homosexual
is not a mental illness and should not be treated as such and attempts to
cure people of homosexuality have been both discredited and unsuccessful.
They've even gone on to state that in attempting to cure homosexuality, the
so called patients frequently ended up with mental problems that were not
present when the attempt to cure them started.  I guess we're left with the
fact that homosexuals exist.  Someday maybe we'll know the answer but for
now all we can do is accept the fact that some people are homosexual."
	The reason his question was hard was I could tell he was really
trying to understand and had asked the question, not to run JJ and LT down,
but to try to understand them.  Some of the others weren't that way.  The
only thing that saved us was that Jerry would not allow any questions based
on religion.  His answer to all of those types of questions was that the
school district took no position on religion and we were not permitted to
discuss it because of the Constitutional provision regarding separation of
church and state.  He told the students asking such questions that they
would have to take it up with their churches.  Sometimes they managed to
ask a question that didn't seem religious but turned out to be and that's
when Jerry would step in.
	In some respects I was disappointed about that.  While I wasn't
sure I was ready to take on the subject of religious teachings in the
bible, I had done some reading regarding it on the web.  There are few
actual references to homosexuality in the bible and some frequently cited
ones were lifted from context and also the product of somewhat questionable
translations and interpretations.  In my opinion, most of those could be
pretty well discredited.  That left the subject somewhat cloudy in my mind.
The one big thing was that Christ never mentioned homosexuals and made no
condemnation of them.  In fact, he told us to love one another.  There were
also the things I'd brought up at the school board meeting regarding the
Scouts.  I mean really, if you choose to believe and practice one part of
the Old Testament, shouldn't you believe all and practice all of it.
Somehow I didn't think anyone was willing to go back to living under those
rules.  Ritual sacrifice had gone out centuries ago and that was just one
of the things that would have to be started again if we returned to such a
code.  Slavery was another, not to mention women being treated like
property.  That would excite NOW.**
	It's funny the things you notice when standing on the stage looking
out over the student body.  Most of the students were acting in their
normal manner, looking around and whispering to their friends.  There were
grins and a few giggles coming from them.  It's not that they weren't
listening but clearly this wasn't the most important thing in their lives.
However there were several who were acting much like Corey.  Corey was
sitting close to the front where I could see him clearly.  He was
concentrating on everything that was being said, almost as if his life
depended on it.  So were several others.  Suddenly I wondered if those who
were acting like Corey might also be gay or at least questioning their
sexuality.  It made sense.  After all, here was a discussion on something
that they had worried and wondered about and they might also get some idea
of how their classmates might react if they came out.  I only spotted three
besides Corey with that intent look on their faces, two boys and one girl,
and I mentally filed that away.  I figured I needed to keep them in mind so
that if anything came up, I might be able to help them.
	The students managed to drag the assembly out until there wasn't
enough time to make it worthwhile to return to their regular classes.  As
soon as they were sure of that, the questions stopped like someone had
thrown a switch.  I'd seen that happen before and just chuckled to myself.
I remembered doing it when I was in school.  Anything to get out of a
class.  It was so transparent that it was funny.
	Football practice was not bad.  The team was out of questions about
anything except football.  The assembly seemed to have taken care of things
for now.  That meant we actually got some good practice in.  The team
seemed to be on top of their assignments and I was very pleased.  While
this was our first play-off, the team was focused and didn't seem
intimidated. If they just didn't get too excited on game day we should have
a decent chance.  We worked on some defenses I thought we'd need and the
offense continued to run through the regular and special plays I'd selected
for the game.  They wouldn't be much of a change from our normal offense,
just a few subtle things that I hoped would confuse our opponents.  We'd
find out Saturday.
	We stopped for groceries after practice.  Corey'd been quiet and
when Mrs. Downie cornered us he didn't add much to the conversation.  Of
course she'd heard all about Les Jamison and his termination.  In fact,
there was going to be an emergency school board meeting to confirm it
although the members all seemed in agreement, according to her.  I wondered
if Uncle Matt had purchased any phone company stock with my money as it
should go up based on the amount of traffic there must have been today.
	It took the usual ten minutes of so to satisfy her curiosity.  If
she wasn't such a nice lady and the meat and produce departments superior
to any of the others in the area I'd trade somewhere else.  There were
nights when I really didn't feel like discussing everything that had
happened at the school.  By the same token, it showed that the Downies took
their responsibility very seriously.
	When we finally gathered up what groceries we needed and continued
on home we saw Corey's mother heading towards town.  He was immediately
bubbling over with happiness.  She'd finally returned from wherever she'd
been and he was no longer afraid something had happened to her.  He was out
of the Gator headed for his house almost before I came to a stop.
	I packed the groceries in along with my laptop and papers that
needed grading and looked around.  Not a sign of the boys but I could hear
the TV in the family room.  I decided I'd better check on them.
	When I walked in JJ was lying on the sofa with his head on LT's
lap.  The smell of sex was in the air.  I took a couple of sniffs and just
looked at them.  I didn't have to say anything.  They started blushing and
looking guilty.  While I'd have kind of liked to know just what had gone
on, I figured that it would embarrass them if I asked.  JJ had a sappy grin
on his face so I decided what ever they had done had not been painful.  LT
wouldn't meet my eyes.
	I walked over and opened the patio door to air the room out.  As I
was leaving I couldn't resist.
	"Next time open the door and air the place out.  It smells like a
whore house in here."  I really wanted to turn around and look at them but
figured I'd all ready taken what little dignity they thought they had.
Instead I just returned to the kitchen snickering to myself.  Guess we
really needed to continue `the talk'.  Then again, maybe I should just let
them blunder along with their exploration.  After all, it had worked for
me.  Well, had it?
	As I was thinking about that I started putting the groceries away.
I was almost done when the phone rang.  It was the first of many calls.
Most were less than pleasant.
	Why some of the callers thought I was responsible for the
termination of Les is beyond me.  I didn't hire him and neither did I fire
him.  That didn't stop many of the callers from accusing me of it and they
wouldn't listen.  I tried to explain that the principal and the school
board were in charge of such things but that seemed to make no difference
to my callers.  The odd thing was I didn't recognize most of the names they
gave.  They also didn't mention if they had any students attending the
school.  Those that did were far more pleasant and seemed to understand
what had happened.
	Corey returned while I was on the phone.  He looked crushed.  The
happy boy that had run towards his house got left somewhere.  I finally set
the answering machine to take the calls and tried to find out what was
wrong.
	"She didn't even answer any of the notes.  Nothing, not one
answer," he sobbed.
	I was angry.  I wondered if she understood how much her apparent
lack of caring affected him.  I was left to try to pick up the pieces and
had no answer for her actions.  All I could do was wrap my arms around him
and try to comfort him.  As he cried out his frustrations and fears onto my
shoulder I wondered if I ought to discuss them with Judy.  As far as that
went, maybe he needed to talk to a counselor.
	Finally the tears stopped and I sent him to his room to do his
homework.  As he trudged slowly down the hall I just wanted to shake some
sense into his mother.  How could she cause him so much pain?  Didn't she
care?  I was left wondering what to do.  I was so mad I was shaking.  I
went back to answering the phone and fixing dinner.
	The calls finally slowed down and we ate dinner.  It wasn't the
happiest meal I'd ever eaten.  Corey was still down in the dumps and JJ and
LT still weren't comfortable enough, either around us or with themselves,
to carry the conversation.  When dinner was over they returned to the
family room and continued watching television.  Corey just sat at the
table, saying nothing.
	When the dishes were in the dishwasher I tugged him to his feet and
led him to the living room.  Sitting in my recliner I scooped him up and
just held him on my lap.  My arms were around him and his head was soon on
my shoulder.
	"I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you about your mother."  We
just continued to sit there, me rubbing his back with one hand.  It was
several minutes before he said anything.
	"Doesn't she love me?"  The way he said it about broke my heart.
He sounded so lost and alone.  It was like he didn't think anyone could
love him and was all his fault.
	"I don't know.  We've talked about this before and I still don't
know what to tell you."  I waited a little bit.  "You know I love you.
That's all I can tell you."
	We just continued sitting there.  Finally he asked something that
made fear run through my heart.
	"What'll happen to me if she moves again?  I don't wanna move.  I
wanna stay here with you," he whimpered.  I knew he was really upset
because his language was no longer very good.  He was reverting to some of
the speech patterns he'd used when I first met him.  Normally he tried to
use a better grade of English.
	I managed to stop myself from correcting his speech with the usual
want to, the words are want to, not wanna.  By now it was so ingrained I
almost couldn't stop myself.  He didn't need correction tonight, he needed
love and understanding.  I just wished I knew of some kind of answer that
would make him feel better.
	Thoughts kept flashing through my mind.  Unfortunately none seemed
to be the answer I was searching for.  I was sure he wanted some security
and of course he needed love.  How I could provide the security I didn't
know.  The love was no problem.  It just wasn't enough for him right now.
	Finally I could almost feel him pull himself together.  He lifted
his head.  "I'm sorry."
	"You've got nothing to be sorry for Corey.  I don't know how to
help you.  I'm the one that should be sorry."
	His head returned to my shoulder.  "I don't know what I'd do
without you."
	He wasn't the only one.  I had no idea of how I'd survive without
him.  In a few short months he had stolen my heart to the point that I
wasn't sure I could survive without him.  The only problem was how could I
guarantee that?  It was out of my control.  His mother was the one that
could determine where he was and I had nothing to say about it.  She could
move tomorrow and take him with her and I couldn't stop it.  Or could I?
	The conversation I'd had with Judy went through my mind.  She'd
told me she had been about to remove him from his mother's custody.
	"Corey, would you like to talk to Judy about it?  Maybe she could
help you."
	He seemed to think about that for a long time.
	"What could she do?"
	"I'm not sure.  The only way to truly know would be to talk to her
and find out."
	Again he considered things.  "Can I think about it?"
	That seemed to be the end of the discussion.  After a few minutes
he gave me a kiss and got off my lap.  While he didn't exactly look happy,
at least he now looked composed.  We went in to see what JJ and LT were up
too.
	They were sitting in separate chairs and the chairs were as far
apart as was possible to be in that room.  Both looked like they were going
to the gallows.
	What's up guys?  Anything good on the tube?" I asked.
	I swear, the silence was deafening.  Not a peep crossed their lips.
Obviously I was in trouble but I wasn't sure why.
	"Come on guys, what's wrong?"
	They exchanged looks.  I couldn't for the life of me think of what
the problem was.  All I could tell was that they were upset and I knew we
needed to get it out in the open and solve it.  If we couldn't do that we
were going to have big problems in the future.
	"Look, if you won't tell me why you're upset how can we solve it?
Talk to me."
	LT took a deep breath.  "We're sorry."  That was it.  Nothing more.
I felt like tearing my hair out.  I still had no idea of what was wrong.
	"What are you sorry about?  I didn't know you had anything to be
sorry for?"
	"Well about today..."
	I still wasn't getting it.  "What about today?"
	He wouldn't look at me.  I was beginning to wonder if he would ever
answer when finally he started to speak.
	"Well, you uhh told us uhhh not to uhh have uhh sex."
	It was finally clear.  I'd really goofed when I kidded them about
the sex.  I knew I had to be careful in how I answered it but I needed to
make sure they knew I wasn't mad.
	"LT, are you sure that's what I said?  I seem to remember telling
you to give JJ a little time so you wouldn't hurt him.  Did you hurt him?"
I waited a few seconds before continuing.  "He didn't look hurt to me.  In
fact he looked really, really happy.  Look guys, I know you're going to
experiment.  I know I can't stop it and for what it's worth I'm not sure I
would if I could.  I just don't want you to hurt each other."  I waited a
few more seconds to give them time to think about what I'd said.  "You two
looked so happy sitting there and I couldn't resist jerking your chain a
little.  I'm sorry, you don't know me well enough yet to recognize that.  I
should have waited until you were more comfortable with me before I tried
to tease you.  I will say this, Corey and I normally use one of our
bedrooms for that.  That way the rest of the house doesn't stink."  I tried
to think and see if there was anything else I should say.  "By the way,
thank you for waiting and giving JJ time to heal a little more."  I was
trying to think of what else I could do or say when Corey started to
giggle.
	"What?" I said while looking at him.
	"We never used anything except the sex room and the bedrooms," he
continued giggling.
	"Sex room!" JJ and LT spit out almost simultaneously.
	I had two boys with their mouths wide open and Corey giggling away
like mad.  It was too much for me and I started giggling too.
	When I got myself under control again I started explaining about
the sex room.  Finally I just took them down and showed them.  I even got
out the wine red bedspread that had the ruffles and a couple of other
things.  Corey was still grinning and giggling off and on.  I even
explained why I'd taken a couple of mirrors down and changed it back to
just a spare bedroom.  By the time we got back to the family room JJ and LT
were relaxed and even joking a little with me.
	We finally got back to `the talk' which had sort of run down last
night.  I managed to cover a couple more items and was only interrupted
once by the phone.  I also showed them how to access some of the sites I
had under parental control.  I kept them that way so no one could find them
by accident.  After all, occasionally there were kids on my computer and I
didn't want their parents mad at me.  If something like that got out I
could be in big trouble.
	Finally I left the boys talking and started working on grading
papers.  There weren't many because the day had been so fouled up.  I did
throw a cake together and let it bake while I graded them.  About half of
the warm cake disappeared so fast when I called them in that you may as
well have said it vanished.  All I could think of was the line from Star
Trek.  You know the one, `Beam me up'.  In fact, the cake may have
disappeared faster than that.  At least they were talking and no longer
seemed upset.
	I ended up helping JJ with his shower.  We used the one off of my
room because it had one of those hand wand shower heads along with the
fixed mount ones.  I'm sure it must have been painful but he didn't
complain.  After the salve and bandages were applied we returned to the
family room.  A little more conversation and it was time for bed.  This
time I didn't try to stop LT when he followed JJ to his room.  I was
surprised when he returned to his room a few minutes later.  However that
didn't stop Corey and me from going to bed.  JJ and LT would just have to
work out what they wanted to do.  In the meantime I had a very sexy boy to
love.
	Corey'd cheered back up.  He was now in the mood for some loving.
How did I know?  I suppose the fact that he started kissing me as soon as
we were in bed told me all I needed to know on that subject.  He was still
damp from his shower but that didn't slow him down.  As he was squirming
around and kissing whatever part of me was handy I just marveled at how
quickly he could go from depressed to happy.  I just wished I could keep
him happy and protect him from the depression his mother seemed to cause.
	It wasn't long before I no longer worried about that.  In fact, all
I could do was react to his kisses.  His mouth still tasted somewhat of
toothpaste but was unmistakably Corey.  Just Corey with a slight mint
flavor.  I could do without the mint but could no longer imagine living
without the Corey flavor.
	It had been several days since our last love-making and he must
have been saving up for this.  I know it didn't take long until he had me
under his complete control.  Not that I minded.  Tonight was just for him.
Whatever he wanted I'd do my best to make happen.
	The kissing was great.  I mean really, really great.  I could feel
the worry and tension leave me.  There was another tension that filled me
but it was accompanied by no worry, only pleasure.  As he kissed and
nibbled on me, I rubbed and felt him.  Running my fingers through his hair
I was reminded of strands of silk.  It just felt so sleek and soft.  He was
nibbling on my nipples and it felt so good I almost couldn't stand it.
Shivers ran through me and I wondered if he could feel them.  To me they
felt almost like bolts of electricity.  They made me twitch and jerk under
him.  By the time he stopped nibbling I was about wild.  He just laid his
head on my chest and didn't move.
	"Whatcha doing?" I whispered.
	"Listening to your heart."
	"What's it saying?"
	There was a pause before he answered.
	"Lulub, lulub."
	"What's that mean?"
	This time there was a longer pause.  When he finally answered there
was a smirk on his face.
	"It's saying that there's one part of you that's still alive.  I'm
not sure about some of the others."
	I was pretty sure I knew what part he was referring to and that was
an out and out lie.  He knew damn well that part was as hard as a rock and
straining for some action.  He just continued to keep his head on my chest
with that evil smirk on his face.
	If it had been within my power I'd have just ignored him but by now
that was no longer possible.
	"Why don't you check and see?" I whispered.
	The smirk got even more evil.  If his head hadn't been in my way I
could have seen that part.  It if was doing what it felt like I was sure it
must have been jumping about two inches with every heart beat.
	I couldn't stand it.  I wanted, no needed him to continue.  He'd
gotten me all cranked up and now was torturing me.
	"If you don't get with the program I'll beat your callipygian."***
	"My what?!"  He had a look of real surprise.
	"Your callipygian.  You know, shapely buttocks, cute buttocks,
whatever."
	"You think my butt's cute?"
	"You know damn well I do.  I've told you enough times."
	His evil smirk returned.  "Whatcha gonna do about it?" he taunted
	I made a lunge for him and he squirmed away.  A couple of trips
around the bed and he had me just where he wanted me.  We were nose to
crotch.  I was sure he'd planned it to come out just like this.  However I
didn't have time to worry about his plans.  There was that beautiful cock,
bobbing right in front of me.  His foreskin wasn't pulled clear up but I
knew that wouldn't be a problem.  I'd just make sure to slide it on up with
my lips.  I was just about to do that when I felt his hot mouth engulf me.
That was too much and I hurried to return the favor.
	It never ceases to amaze me how something can be so soft and velvet
like on the surface and so hard underneath.  Mind you, I'm not complaining.
As I savored the taste I could feel his pulse.  His cock tried to jump
every time his heart beat.
	After a fair amount of time spent just gently sucking and tonguing
he moved his leg.  That was the signal.  I drew my top one up also.  I
could feel a finger along side my cock.  I did the same and took a little
saliva and started rubbing.  Some more saliva and a little more rubbing and
success.  My finger entered and started seeking that spot which would cause
the most pleasure.  As his finger slipped in I tried to relax.  I could
feel him lunge when my finger found his place.  His finger hit pay-dirt and
we were off.  There would be no more hesitation or delay.
	We were both lunging in uncontrolled motions.  Release was close
and I beat him by a couple of heart beats.
	It didn't take long and we were done.  As I tried to get my breath
I could feel the rosy glow of good sex flow through me.  I was happy, Corey
was happy, all was right with our worlds.  I felt like I'd shed a ton of
worry and fear.  Circumstances were no longer crushing me.
	The straw I was sucking on was now empty.  I turned on the bed and
put my head on my pillow.  Corey soon rolled into his favorite position,
his head on my chest and one leg over one of mine.  His shoulder was tucked
tightly into my armpit.  I knew it wouldn't take long and I was right.  His
breathing soon steadied and he was asleep.
	I wondered how things would work out.  For the first time in a
couple of days I was relaxed and happy.  I knew there were lots of things
to work out but tonight I didn't care.  I soon joined him in sleep.
	To be continued...

* 	The quote "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" is from
Pres. Franklin D. Roosevelt's inaugural address of March 4, 1933

**	NOW   National Organization for Women

***	Callipygian, having shapely or cute buttocks from the "Word Lover's
Dictionary."  Not to be confused with dasypygal, having hairy buttocks from
the same source.

	  Corey's buttocks are not hairy, at least in my minds eye.  Just
cute and shapely.