Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2003 17:26:42 EST
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Point of View, chapter 1

Legal Notice:
The following story may contain descriptions of graphic sexual acts.  These
acts may be between boys or between a man and a boy.  The story is a work
of fiction and has no basis in reality.

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I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this
chapter.

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Point of View - by Erastes                         Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 1 - The encounter.                         December 2002

I had just purchased a home in the country, not because I was fascinated by
the bucolic splendor of the area, nor was I into nature, but because it was
the only way I could control my urges.  You see, I'm attracted to boys.
Not real little boys, but boys still below the age of consent, and I knew
the only way not to slip up and give in to these urges would be to isolate
myself, so there would be nothing to tempt me.  You see, I didn't trust
myself not to act on these urges I was feeling, not that I ever had, but I
felt my only hope to keep that record intact was to keep myself from being
tempted.

I know you're probably thinking that I couldn't prevent myself from running
into boys, at some time or another, but I had that worked out too.  I don't
have to go in to work, because I'm a writer, and I can work at home.  Even
shopping wasn't going to be a factor, because I would do most of that at
the local 24-hour Wal-Mart, after midnight, when there was hardly any
chance that I'd run into someone underage.  What I couldn't find there, I
could order online, so I thought I had all the bases covered.  It sounded
like a good plan, and one that would work for me, so I looked around until
I found a house in the middle of nowhere, and then I bought it.  It was a
nice house, and it even had many of the luxuries that would make it
appealing, but the best part about it was that the nearest neighbor was a
half-mile to a mile away.  Now I could relax, enjoy myself, do my work, and
not worry about anything else...or so I thought.

I hadn't even been in the house a week when I heard the doorbell ring one
afternoon.  At first I suspected it was the UPS man, bringing a package
from my editor or delivering something I had ordered online.  However, when
I got to the front door, there stood an incredibly handsome young man,
probably around thirteen years old.  He was shirtless, wearing only a pair
of very skimpy shorts, a pair of running shoes, and a very large, disarming
grin.  He also had jet-black hair, clear crystal blue eyes, and a lean,
sensuous boy body.  He was probably about 5' 3" or 4" tall, weighing in at
maybe one hundred twenty-five pounds, with long muscular legs, a tight
tummy, and an adorable little bubble butt.

"Hi, mister," he said in greeting, flashing me a huge, heart-melting grin.
"Did you just move in here?"

I didn't respond to him right away, as I was so taken in by his beauty that
I just stood there and gawked at his nearly naked form.  I don't know if he
understood what I was doing, but he continued to smile at me, until I was
able to open my mouth to answer him.  "Yes, I just moved in about a week
ago."

"Thought so.  It's been empty for about a year, so I was surprised when I
saw the lights on here a couple of days ago.  I just live up the road, with
my mother and little brother.  My name is Jared."  He didn't seem to be
bothered by the length of time it had taken me to respond.

"Hi, Jared.  I'm Robert, but my friends all call me Bob," I told him,
answering a little more quickly this time.  "Glad to meet you."

"Thanks, and I'm glad to meet you too.  Do you have a wife or kids?"  That
might be my clue to figuring out what he was doing here.  I think he was
hoping to find a playmate, but he'd find none here.

"Sorry, I live alone," I told him, but his smile still didn't seem to dim.

"That's okay.  I was just wondering.  This is a nice house, much nicer than
ours," he told me.

"Well, I'm sure you have a nice home too, even if mine might be a little
fancier."

"I guess," he answered, simply.

"Was there a reason you stopped by?" I asked him, still not positive as to
why he had rung my doorbell, other than to possibly see if any kids lived
here.  He didn't leave after he found out there weren't so maybe he had
another reason for stopping.  He didn't seem to be selling anything, and he
wasn't carrying anything else with him that I could see.

"Well, I just wanted to see who was living here, and maybe ask if you had
any work you needed done."

"No, I can't think of anything right now."  He didn't seem discouraged by
my answer.

"I can mow laws, dig holes, mend fences, rake leaves, shovel snow in the
winter, and a lot of other things.  I'm pretty handy."

"I bet you are," I told him, but my mind was already thinking of other
things he could do, but things he had probably never considered.  I decided
it would probably be best for him if he left, before I decided to act on
these impulses, so I tried to give him a gentle brush-off.  "Thing is, I
can't think of anything that needs to be done right now."

"That's okay, but if you should ever need help, I just live up the road, in
the first house on the right.  You can call me or just stop by and let me
know what you need, and I'll be happy to help.  You see, my mom has to work
two jobs just to get by, and I want to make some money, so I can give it to
her, so she doesn't have to work so hard.  She's always tired.  Why don't I
give you my telephone number, so you can call me when you need help?"  He
looked very anxious to be able to do this.

"Okay, just let me get a pen and a piece of paper to write it down on," I
told him, as he had touched my heart with his last comment, about his
mother.  I moved across the room to get the required items, but I think I
was doing this more to humor him, than to have his number to call.  When I
came back, he told me what it was, and I wrote it down, but I wasn't sure
if I'd ever really use it, because I already knew I was very attracted to
this boy.  I didn't want to put myself into a situation where I might do
something I'd regret later, and I certainly didn't want to hurt this boy.
Because of these factors, I had already made up my mind that it would be
best if I kept my distance from him.  When I had finished copying his
number down, I thanked him and told him I had to get back to what I was
doing.

"Is it something I can help with?" he asked eagerly.

"No, just work I have to do.  I work at home, and it's nothing you can help
me with."  He looked disappointed, and he was really beginning to tug at my
heartstrings.  "Jared, I'll let you know if there is anything I need help
with, but you'd better get going now, I'm sure your mother is wondering
where you are."

"She's not even home.  She's still at work.  She's a waitress at the diner
during the day, then she comes home and fixes supper, so she can eat it
with us before she goes to the 'Hitching Post', to tend bar at night."  He
didn't look sad telling me that, it was just sort of matter-of-fact.

"Wow, that sounds like a pretty tough schedule.  I guess you don't get to
see each other too much?"

"She's home on Tuesday nights, and all day Sunday, and that's when my
brother and I get to see her for a little while.  She usually has other
things to do around the house then, even though we do the dishes, the
laundry, and help keep the house clean."

"I see," I responded, not knowing what else to say, but I was already
beginning to think about giving in to him, and letting him do some simple
things around the house.  "How much were you looking to make?" I asked him
now.  He lit up before he answered, like he might have won this round.

"Anything would help.  I just want to make enough so my mom maybe won't
have to work so many nights at the bar."  That did it, now I knew I was
going to end up letting him help around the house.  I decided I'd let him
do the outdoor work, so we wouldn't actually be together during those
times, and I'd only be near him when I showed him what to do and when I
paid him.  I knew it was risky, even for that limited amount of contact,
but I decided he was worth it.

"Have you ever mowed a large lawn before?"  He flashed me an enormous grin
when I asked this.

"Yes, I mow our lawn all the time."  He was beaming from ear to ear.

"And what type of lawnmower do you use?"

"We have the regular push type."

"Have you ever used a lawn tractor?" I asked.  His eyes widened, as I
mentioned this.

"No, never, but I can learn.  Or I can just bring our lawnmower down to cut
your grass with."  He looked worried that I might change my mind.

"This yard is far too large to use a push mower on, so I'd have to teach
you how to use the lawn tractor.  How old are you, anyway?"  He swallowed
hard, and I could tell he was unsure about how he should answer this.  I
think he felt if he was honest, it might cost him the job, but I think he
realized if he lied to me and I discovered that fact, I'd never let him
work for me.  He decided to tell me the truth.

"I'm fourteen, but I'll be fifteen real soon.  I know you have to be
sixteen to drive, but this is only a small tractor.  Would that be okay?"
He had a very concerned look on his face at the moment, and I realized how
badly I had misjudged his age.  He really looked younger than he told me,
so I wasn't sure if he were just a late-bloomer, or maybe stretching the
truth a bit, so I'd hire him.  However, judging from his concerned
reaction, I believed him to be honest, and I didn't think it was worth
making a major issue over, since I had decided to give in to him before I
learned how old he was.

"Yes, that's fine, but I don't have the time to train you now.  Do you
think you could come back tomorrow to learn?"  That huge grin returned to
his face.

"Sure.  What time?"

"What time is good for you?"

"Anytime, cuz we're on summer vacation."

"But don't you have to watch your little brother?"

"Nah, he's ten.  He can watch himself."

"Doesn't he worry when you're gone?"

"Nah, we both do pretty much whatever we want to do.  He has a friend who
lives a couple of miles away, and they usually get together most of the
time.  We don't hang out together all that much."

"Don't you have friends you hang out with too?"

"There's nobody my age close by.  Sometimes I hang with my brother and his
friend, but they're kind of young, and I don't usually like to do the
things they do."

"Like what?"

"Well, they like to play soldier or super hero, and that's too babyish for
me.  Sometimes we play ball, if we can find enough other guys to get
together with, but that doesn't happen very often.  They also play a lot of
PS2 too, but I get bored with that, after a while."

"Ah, I see."

"Besides, I need to find a job, so I can make money."

"So I've heard.  Okay, you show up tomorrow morning, and I'll teach you how
to use my lawn tractor.  I imagine the lawn will take at least a couple of
hours to mow, so it won't be quick and easy.  Do you still want the job?"

"Yes," he said, enthusiastically, almost jumping up and down with
excitement.  "I'll be here real early."

"Not too early, Jared.  I like to sleep until 8:00 or so.  Why don't you
plan on being here around 9:00?  That will give me time to have breakfast,
before you show up.  Unless you'd care to join me?"

"No, that's okay.  We have breakfast with our mom, before she leaves for
work.  I'll see you around 9:00 then."

He was still smiling, as he turned around and walked back down to the road,
where he lifted up an old beat up bicycle, jumped on its seat, and began
pedaling back up the road.  Damn, that boy was cute, and I knew that being
around him would tempt me to my limits, so I'd have to muster up all the
strength I had to resist those urges.  So much for my great plan!

Even though I was working on my writing the rest of the day, I still found
my mind wandering back to that boy, thinking about how gorgeous he was, and
planning how I would teach him to drive my lawn tractor, without giving in
to my fantasies.  This wasn't going to be easy, but I was determined not to
get myself in any compromising situations, or put myself in jeopardy of
losing my freedom.  I was determined I was going to help this kid, and
enjoy the eye-candy, without doing anything that might harm either one of
us in any way.

The rest of that day seemed to stretch on forever, and I didn't get an
awful lot of work done.  Whatever I did finish, I was sure it wasn't up to
my normal standards, so I'd probably have to rewrite everything I had done.
I finally gave up on trying to accomplish any more, and I spent the rest of
my time planning how I would deal with him the next day.  It seemed simple
enough, and I thought I had everything worked out, but I've said that
before, haven't I?  Hopefully this time things would go the way I had
planned.

That night I even saw Jared in my dreams, picturing him mowing my lawn, but
he was riding on my lawn tractor totally naked.  I was envisioning every
tiny detail of his body, including how he was hung, how many pubic hairs he
might have, and whether he was cut or not.  It was a very sensual dream,
and it got me highly aroused.  Before I woke up, I managed to have a
nocturnal emission, spewing my seed all over my bedding and myself.  When I
woke up, I got out of bed, cleaned up, and dressed, before I removed all of
the soiled bedding and threw it in the laundry hamper.  Once that was
finished, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a couple of eggs, two
English muffins, and a couple of strips of bacon.  I put everything
together, into a couple of breakfast sandwiches, the type you might get at
a fast-food restaurant, and ate them.

I had just finished downing my sandwiches and was cleaning up the mess,
when the doorbell rang.  It was like music from heaven, letting me know
that my little angel was here.  I hurriedly took care of what was left,
moved as quickly as I could toward the door, and then I opened it.
Unconsciously I was holding my breath, as I swung the door inward, looking
forward to seeing him again.  There he was, the beautiful little god, the
one who had given me so much pleasure the night before, in my dreams.  He
had that ear-to-ear grin still plastered on his face, and he seemed to be
glowing in the soft morning light.

"Hi, Bob.  I'm ready for you to teach me how to use your tractor."  He
stood there wearing the same outfit he had on yesterday, or one just like
it.  This meant he only had on a pair of shorts and his athletic shoes.  I
don't know if he did this to be comfortable, to make himself more appealing
(though I'm not sure that would be possible), to get a 'rise' out of me, or
maybe it was just how he normally dressed this time of year.  Whatever the
reason, the look did elicit certain responses on my part, some of which I
was trying desperately to cover at this point.

"Okay, head out to the shed, and I'll be there shortly.  There's one more
thing I need to do first."  At that point he turned and walked toward the
shed, doing as I told him, but not before glancing at my crotch and
flashing me a devilish grin in the process.  I shut the door, turned and
readjusted myself, hoping the monster in my pants would go back to sleep
before I went out to confront Jared again.  Eventually it cooperated, and I
felt comfortable to go outside and teach Jared what I wanted him to do.

I walked through the house and went out the backdoor.  I walked toward the
shed, and Jared was standing there, waiting for me to join him.  I opened
the double-doors to the shed, hopped on the tractor, and started the
engine.  It roared to life, so I quickly pulled it out of the shed, as it
seemed to generate a great deal of exhaust.  As I pulled it out into the
sunshine, I quickly began to explain to Jared how to operate the tractor.
He watched everything I did, and listened to everything I told him, so I
hopped off the seat and let him take over.

Right from the very start he began to do things wrong, starting off in too
high a gear and going way too fast.  He didn't even engage the mower, as I
had just told him to do.  I screamed for him to stop, and eventually he
did, but he left some ruts in the lawn in the process.  That happened when
he cranked the wheel too hard to the left, and then he added more when he
jammed on the brakes.  I walked up and turned the engine off, so we could
talk, and he was very upset at this point.

"I'm sorry.  I'll fix the marks I left in the lawn and I'll even them out
for you."

"Hey, that's okay.  You're out here to learn, and when you first learn, you
often make mistakes.  It's no big deal.  Now listen up, and I'll tell you
what you did wrong."  He seemed to relax as I said this, and I knew he was
worried that I was going to fire him, even before he had done anything to
earn money.  I wanted to reassure him that wasn't the case, and I began to
instruct him all over again.

"Why don't you watch me do a little of the lawn, just to show you how it's
done."  He nodded, so he hopped off the tractor and I got back on , started
it up, and then mowed the first swath across the lawn.  When I pulled up
next to him, I stopped the tractor and got off, letting him try again.
Even though I told him to use a lower gear, he still put it is the highest
gear I had, gave it too much gas again, released the brake, and was almost
jerked backwards off the mower.  I had him stop again, but this time he did
it without doing as much damage as before, and then I began to explain once
again what he had done wrong.  This didn't seem to be working, so he made
an offer to me.

"Why don't you get on the tractor with me, so I can see how you do it," he
suggested.  "I couldn't really see very well, trying to watch you when you
drove off."

'Well, I'm not sure how we'd do that," I told him.

"How about we do it like some guys teach their sons how to drive.  You can
sit on the seat, with me sitting between your legs, and then you could show
me how to do it as we go."

"Well, that seat isn't very big," I told him.

"That's okay.  We can both squeeze on."  He seemed determined to do it this
way, and it might be easier to instruct him in that manner, so I agreed.
He flashed me another grin, but this one had me puzzled, as it seemed to be
indicating more than that he was just pleased.  I climbed on to the seat,
sitting behind him, and I told him what to do.  When he began to do
something else, I would place my hand on his and stop him, making sure he
did it exactly as I wanted.  Now he seemed to get the hang of what he was
supposed to do, and he began to mow the lawn, with me offering another
suggestion, every once in a while.

I know my lawn is not entirely smooth, but I didn't think it as bumpy as he
made it seem, because this kid kept bouncing up and down in his seat, which
made his butt rub up and down the length of my cock.  Within a short time I
had developed a raging boner, but he just continued to slide up and down
against it.  I tried to pull back, but every time I did, he would just
slide back even farther in the seat, continuing to stroke my erection with
his backside.  I was getting close to blowing my load, so I told him to
stop the tractor, and I got off.  After I gave myself a few seconds to
regain my composure, and make sure I wasn't going to cream my pants, I told
him he was ready to try it on his own again.  I thought I caught him
looking at my crotch again, giving another devilish little grin as he did
so, and I began to wonder if he had done all of that on purpose.  If he
did, he's going to be more of a problem to deal with than I first thought.

As he continued to mow the law, I stood there and monitored his progress.
My erection had now totally subsided, so I didn't have to worry about that
any more either, and he was doing his job very well now too.  As he
approached me for the seventh or eighth time, I signaled him to stop, and I
told him he was doing well enough to continue on his own, so I would go
back to the house and get back to my own job.  Though he seemed
disappointed to hear what I planned to do, he nodded his understanding.  I
walked back to the house, but I continued to monitor his progress, by
watching him from various windows in the house, continually moving from one
to another.  I wanted to make sure he wasn't having any difficulty with his
task, and I certainly didn't want the kid to get hurt, but I also didn't
want him to know that I was keeping an eye on him.

As I watched him, my mind was racing, wondering if he had done those things
earlier on purpose, or if possibly he was thinking of doing the same types
of things I was.  After considering this for a few minutes, I knew I could
never allow anything like that to happen, so I forced those thoughts from
my mind.  I calculated I had much more to lose than I would gain, meaning
it wasn't worth it for me to take that kind of risk.  Besides, he probably
wouldn't be interested in someone as old as me, and he probably wasn't even
gay, but just making sport of me.  As tempting as just the thought of doing
any of this was, I realized I could never give in to my desires, so I had
to try to purge those ideas from my mind.  This was not going to be an easy
thing to do, especially as I continued to watch him do his job, but as hard
as it might be to pull off, I knew I had no other option but to avoid
contact with him.

He was now about halfway through his job, so I took him out a soda, because
it was hot and I figured he might be getting thirsty.  He smiled as he saw
me approach, and his grin broadened when I lifted the can, to show him what
I had for him.  He stopped the tractor, took the drink from me, thanked me
for bringing it out to him, and began to down it rapidly.  I told him to
slow down, as I knew it wasn't good to drink something that cold too fast
on such a hot day, as it might trigger the regurgitation reflex in his
body.  This had been known to cause a person to start to throw up, while he
continued to drink and swallow.  This would cause them to end up
suffocating, as it closed off the airway and they could take in no air, or
they would drown in the combination of fluids.  Whatever the case, I didn't
want this to happen to him, so I made him stop and catch his breath.  Once
he finished his drink, I asked him if he wanted another, but he said no, so
I just told him to come to the house if he wanted anything else later.  He
thanked me again, restarted the mower, and went back to work.  I must
admit, he was a fairly dedicated worker, no matter what his age.

It took him another hour or so before he finished mowing the lawn, but when
I heard the doorbell ring, I assumed he had completed his task.  I went to
the door and opened it, and he was standing there, with the perspiration
running down his body in sheets.  I didn't realize the temperature had
risen so high, while he had been out there working, and now I felt bad that
I had left him out there to work in the midday heat.  I immediately asked
him if he wanted another drink, and he said after he put the lawn tractor
away, but he wanted me to show him how to do that.  I told him I'd do that
later, but he insisted it was part of his job and he would need to know how
to do that for the future, so I finally gave in and went out with him.
Once I showed him where it was to go, and how to put the tractor in reverse
and back it in, he did it, but not without some difficulty.  It took him a
few tries to accomplish that, and he banged into the shed a couple of times
in the process, apologizing profusely when he did so, but he didn't do any
serious damage to the tractor.  All in all, I thought he had done fairly
well for his first attempt.  Once the shed was closed up, I invited him
into the house for his drink.  Eagerly he followed me to the door.

Once we were inside, I got us both a soda out of the fridge, and then I
handed him one.  We opened them and began to drink, and I commented about
how much he'd been sweating.  He looked at me, and then at the chair he was
sitting on, and then jumped to his feet, worried that he was getting it all
wet or something.  I told him not to worry, but I could tell that didn't
make a difference, so I hopped up and got him a towel to dry off with, and
then he asked me a question.

"You've got a pool, don't you?"  He had a mischievous expression on his
face at the time.

"Yes, there was one here when I bought the house."

"Could I go swimming in it, to cool off?"  His eyes were pleading with me,
at this point.

"In the future you can, but I haven't cleaned it out yet.  I'll make sure I
do it before you have to mow the lawn again, though."  Now he really looked
disappointed, but then his eyes brightened.

"I'll help you clean it, if I can swim in it afterward."  He was flashing
me that special smile again.

"I really don't have the time to do that now, as I should be finishing up
my work instead.  Besides, I haven't had a chance to purchase the chemicals
I need to use in it either."  Now he looked crestfallen again, but that
didn't last for long, as he came up with another idea.

"Could I take a shower then?" he asked, giving me a wicked little grin.

"Wouldn't you feel better showering at home?" I asked him.

"No, because we don't have a shower, only a bath tub, and I hate taking
baths."  Now he let his lower lip stick out a little bit, giving me this
pathetic and pleading look, so I thought about it a moment.  I could give
him what he would need to take a shower, and then I could go back and do my
work in peace.  He could finish his shower, and then get dressed, without
causing any more disruption to my work schedule.

"Okay," I told him, and he brightened immediately.  "Follow me, and I'll
show you where the bathroom is, and get you a towel."  Obediently he
followed me to the second floor, to the guest bathroom, and I got him a
towel and handed it to him.

"Could you start the water for me, cuz I'm not used to doing that.
Remember, we don't have a shower."  I nodded, turned and started the water,
and once it was adjusted to a comfortable temperature, I set it to come out
the spray.  When I turned around to tell him he could get ready to get in,
he was standing there totally naked.  I imagine my mouth probably dropped
open, and my eyes most likely popped out of my head in surprise, but he
just stood there grinning at me, as I inspected what he had.

What a magnificent sight it was.  He had a young man's penis, showing that
he had reached puberty, but he only had a thin band of hair around it, with
no chest or underarm hairs visible.  He was circumcised, and he had a
perfectly shaped head topping off that work of art, and I looked down,
noticing a thin coating of fuzz on his legs too.  I think I began to
stutter a little, as I began talking, but I wanted to let him know he was
on his own now.  "Well, uh, Jared.  You can, uh, take your shower, and you
already, uh, have a towel.  I'll, uh, go downstairs and, uh, work on my,
uh, computer while you do that."

He had a very large grin on his face, as I left the room, and I think he
knew he had got the better of me this time.  I hurried downstairs, to get
away from that incredible temptation, but I just sat at my computer and did
nothing.  I could hear the water running upstairs, so I knew he hadn't
finished his shower yet, and I held my breath when I finally heard the
water shut off, because I knew that meant he'd be coming back downstairs
soon.  I didn't look toward the stairs, even though I heard him descending
them, but he finally spoke to me, so I turned around to answer him.

"I'm all done.  What do you want me to do with your towel?"  As I swiveled
in the chair, to turn in his direction, I realized he was still totally
naked, holding the towel in one hand, and his shorts and underwear in the
other.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him.  His face suddenly changed
from a smile to a look of horror.

"Are you mad at me?" he responded, giving me a hurt look.

"No, not mad, but why didn't you get dressed?"

"My clothes are all wet and smelly, and I didn't want to get dirty again."

"Well, why didn't you at least wrap the towel around you then?"

"Why?  Does it bother you seeing me like this?"  I didn't answer him, but
it did bother me.  I had another raging hard-on in my pants, and I didn't
dare move, for fear he'd notice it again.

"Well, it isn't customary that you'd run around naked in front of
strangers."

"But you're not a stranger.  I work for you."  He had me on this point.

"But we only met yesterday, and you don't know me that well yet."

"I don't mind.  You seem like a really nice guy."

"Well, it's not a good practice for you to get into.  Someday you might
discover that doing something like this may get you more than you bargained
for."

"Like what?"  There was no way I was going to answer that one, so I kind of
sidestepped the issue.

"Just things that could be dangerous or harmful to you.  Just try to be
more modest around others in the future."

"Does that mean you too?"

"Jared, you are a handsome young man, and there is nothing for you to be
ashamed of, but I think it would be best for you not to be such an
exhibitionist."

"What does that mean?"

"It means someone who likes to show their body off to others."

"Well, I don't mind." I cut him off.

"I know you don't, but like I said, it's not such a good idea."

"But I don't want to put these clothes back on.  They're all stinky."

"Okay, I'll throw them in my washer and dryer, and clean them for you.  But
maybe you should wrap that towel around you while you're waiting."

He did as I asked, but there were numerous times when the towel would slip
and drop to the floor, and he'd just smile and say something like, "Oops,
sorry," and then pick it up and wrap it around himself again.  Was this kid
playing me, or was I just letting my imagination run wild?

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