Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 02:30:08 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Point of View - chapter 11

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Point of View - by Erastes                       Copyright 2003 by Erastes
Chapter 11 - The end of innocence.               February 2003

Although the boys were too old for me to see them off on the first day of
school, I did make sure to be outside working on my lawn when the bus went
by that first morning.  As it passed by, I saw both boys wave out the
window at me, and I returned their waves, pleased to share that brief
moment with them.  Once the bus was out of sight, I went back into the
house and began to work on my new story.

That night they came down to my place almost as soon as they arrived home,
and they began to tell me all about their new classes, new teachers, and
which friends were in the different classes with them.  We continued to
discuss all the various aspects of their day until it approached the dinner
hour, and then I sent them home, so they'd be there when their mother
arrived to eat with them.  I knew they wouldn't be back after that, as they
had homework to do for the next day, but I did enjoy the time we did have
to spend together.  I now had a feeling this might be a nightly ritual for
them, giving us a couple of hours alone each evening, before they went home
to be with their mother, do their chores, and then their schoolwork.
However, I didn't see them the next couple of nights, so I concluded they
had only done this because it had been their first day of classes.

That Friday afternoon, which officially began the Labor Day weekend, the
boys came down to my house, toting a small duffle each, which contained
things they would need for the next couple of days.  I was thrilled they
were going to be spending time with me, even though I suspected there
wouldn't be any chance for any sexual activities, unless Jared's devious
mind could come up with a way to do that without his brother's knowledge.
I wasn't going to suggest that, nor count on it, as I was just happy to
have them around again.

The first thing we did was to take a swim together, something I had been
getting out of the habit of doing, as I was spending most of my time
working on my new book.  Swimming with the boys soon reminded me that I
should maintain a daily exercise program, which I would make sure I worked
in to my daily routine now, fitting it in the time slot after I woke up and
before I began to write.  I would exercise, shower, eat, and then begin my
writing regimen, which would not only make me feel better, but also get me
stimulated for those later tasks.  I thought this was going to work out
nicely.

After our time in the pool, we went down to the diner, to have dinner with
their mother, as I didn't want her to miss out on this time with them.  I
treated them all to this meal, though Sherry made sure we got her discount
on the bill, and it was nice to watch the boys interact with their mother
during this time.  When Sherry had to leave to go back to work, I took the
boys out to see a movie, one of the ones that they didn't think their
mother would be interested in seeing with them.  I enjoyed this time
together, as each one sat on either side of me at the theater, and I'd
occasionally feel one or the other, or sometimes both of them leaning
against my shoulders.

When the movie ended, we headed back to my place, and we talked more about
school and other relevant topics before we turned in for the evening.  As
it turned out, both boys asked if they could sleep with me tonight, seeing
I had a king-size bed, and after discussing this for a few minutes, I
finally agreed to let them join me.  I felt having both of them in there at
the same time would be safe enough, and I concluded it would be like a
parent allowing their children to join them in bed.  It seemed important to
each of them, so I didn't see how I could say no, and besides, I wanted to
do it as much as they did.

The night was uneventful, though I did enjoy it when either boy would
cuddle up against me during the evening, and I doubt that I actually slept
much that night.  Instead, I enjoyed watching them sleep, feeling their
bodies close to mine, and knowing that they felt safe and secure beside me.
I know Jared thought about something sexual during the night, as I felt his
hand exploring my nipples and genitals at one point, but I didn't let him
know I was awake, or that I knew what he had done.  I concluded he
determined discretion was the key to our continued relationship and he
didn't want his brother to find out what we might be doing.  At this point
neither of us knew Josh was already aware of some of the things we did
together.  We had never discovered the fact that he saw us on that one
occasion, as he kept very mum on that point, and we were totally oblivious
to the fact that he knew Jared and I shared a sexual relationship.

The next day we spent more time swimming, and then I took the boys
miniature golfing again, before we headed back to my house.  Once we got to
my place, we began to prepare things for the rest of the weekend, as our
time would be limited from that point on.  We laid out our clothes for
Sunday, packed up the things we thought we would need along the way, and
then we turned in for the evening.  We actually went to bed early, seeing
we planned to leave before sunrise on Sunday morning, as that would allow
us to get to the park when it first opened.

When the alarm went off a few hours later, neither boy budged, so I had to
try to rouse them myself.  They weren't eager to get out of bed, but I did
manage to get them showered and dressed, telling them they could finish
sleeping in the Tahoe on the ride to the park.  I got them both into the
back seat, strapped them in, and gave them pillows to use on the way.
After I picked up Sherry at her house, it wasn't long before the boys were
off to dreamland again, so she and I chatted as we made our way there.

The boys slept for nearly the whole trip, only waking when we stopped to
use the restrooms and get a drink.  After using the toilet and downing a
carton of orange juice, the boys went back to sleep and stayed that way
until we came to a stop in the amusement park's parking lot.  Now they were
wide awake, checking out the lists of rides and making plans about which
rides to try, and in what order.

Jared and Josh were soon dragging us from one end of the park to the other,
finding the rides they wanted to try out.  Sherry and I joined them on the
first couple of rides, with Jared going with me, and Josh riding with his
mother, but we weren't as thrilled with the rides as the boys were.  I
discovered as I grew older that the twirling, whirling, rising, and falling
of the rides merely made me want to lose the last meal I had eaten and they
didn't seem that big of a thrill any more.  I think Sherry had drawn the
same conclusions, so we chose to remain on the ground as much as possible,
except when the boys insisted we join them on a particular ride.

This frantic pace continued throughout the day, with the exception of a
meal break we took around midday.  Other than that, we let the boys do
whatever they desired, giving them every opportunity to enjoy the park and
tire themselves out at the same time.  Don't get me wrong, Sherry and I had
a good time too, but most of our fun was in watching the two boys enjoying
themselves and we reveled in their youthful enthusiasm.  No matter how much
this day might end up costing, it would be worth every penny just to be
able watch the boys having such a wonderful time.

As dinnertime approached, we asked the boys if they wanted to stay at the
park and eat, or if they had enough of the rides for one day and wanted to
go somewhere else for dinner.  After talking this over andasking the boys a
few questions, I could tell the youthful duo wanted to stay and make at
least one more round on the rides, so we decided to eat at the park again.
We picked a different spot to dine this time, trying to get away from the
fast food type of items we had eaten earlier, but there weren't a lot of
choices available to us.  We found a place we thought might do, and we went
in and were able to find something suitable.  This place had chicken,
barbequed beef, and sausage and peppers, which seemed to be a step up from
the hamburgers, hot dogs, and pizza we had for lunch.  After a reasonable
delay after eating, to give our meals time to settle first, the boys
dragged us off again, to have another go at the rides they enjoyed the
most.

Right away they wanted us to go with them on the rides they had selected,
but Sherry and I explained to them that we needed a bit longer for our
meals to settle, unless they didn't care if we just happened to barf on
them along the way.  Picturing this scenario in their minds, the boys told
us we could sit out for a while longer, and they raced off to enjoy those
anticipated delights together.  About forty minutes later they returned,
unwilling to listen to any more of our excuses and protests, and they
dragged us off to go on some of the other rides with them.

This time Josh wanted to go with me, so Jared went with his mother, and I
think they had intentionally selected the most horrendous of all the rides
for us to start this round on.  As we were lurched, jerked, and jettisoned
about, Sherry and I did all we could to keep our meals where they belonged.
I think the boys got a bit of a sadistic delight watching us suffer in that
fashion, and they would allow us only a brief respite between rides,
explaining that the closing time for the park was fast approaching, so we'd
have to hurry to accomplish all they still wanted to do.

Over the course of the next couple of hours we rode on rides that
catapulted us into the air, before plummeting us back to earth, rides that
spun us round, as they whipped around a circular track, other rides that
snapped us from side to side, and nearly gave us whiplash as they jerked us
forward, as well as enjoying the simple up and down motion of the older,
more gentle rides.  While Sherry and I suffered through these torturous
forays, the boys seem to get some enjoyment from our agony, as well as
being able to revel in the pleasures they received from the rides
themselves.  They were having such a good time that I almost felt sorry for
them when we heard the announcement that the park would be closing shortly,
although Sherry and I were relieved at the same time.  After some grumbling
and groaning from the boys, they selected one last ride for us to go on,
and obediently we followed them to our final tribulation.

As we endured this last ordeal, I gave my best theatrical performance of a
person in severe agony, and the boys laughed and chided my dramatic
abilities.  When the ride had finally ended, I pretended that it had turned
my legs to rubber, and I staggered and stumbled as we made our way back to
my vehicle.  The two boys split up and moved to either side of me,
attempting to help me make it across the parking lot.  Sherry was nearly
splitting her side in laughter, watching me milk this for all it was worth,
and the boys played along, although they were both pretty sure I was faking
it.  Once we reached the Tahoe, I made a miraculous recovery and we hopped
inside and headed for home.

I thought the boys might sleep on the way back, but they were still too
excited and wound up for that, and they kept telling stories about
everything they had enjoyed while they were at the park.  After recounting
which rides were the best, which were the lamest, and which ones were
merely okay, they then regaled us with an animated account of what Sherry
and I went through on some of those rides.  They were going totally
overboard with their animated account of what had happened, doing their
best to crack us up or make us defend ourselves in the process.  They got
very silly doing this, but it was wonderful to watch how much fun they were
having imitating our previous discomfort.  The boys managed to keep this up
for the entire ride home, and didn't let up until we pulled into their
driveway.

Immediately Jared asked if he could spend the night at my place, as there
wouldn't be that many opportunities for him to do so again, now that school
had started.  After listening to impassioned plea, his mother relented, as
she could tell how much it meant to him.  We were surprised when Josh told
us he was going to stay home with his mother, as he seldom let Jared and me
have time alone like this any more, but we gratefully accepted his
decision.  I knew before we even backed out of their driveway that Jared
was making mental plans for us, and then he began to tell me what he wanted
to do, as we drove from his house to mine.

As soon as we entered the front door, Jared was dragging me off to my room,
barely allowing me time to lock the door behind us.  "Jared, slow down,
will you?" I pleaded.  "You don't have to be in such a hurry."

"But we haven't been alone in such a long time!" he blurted out.

"I know," I sympathized, "but we're alone now and the doors are locked, so
no one will be slipping in without our knowing it.  We can take our time
now, and we definitely don't have to rush.  Okay?"

Jared looked up at me and smiled, giving me that look which told me he
trusted my judgment, so I reached out and tousled his hair in response.
"What do you say to taking a shower together?" I asked him.  "It was a long
day and we probably don't smell too fresh right now."

He grinned at my comment.  "Yeah, you're probably right.  I did do a lot of
running around today."

I guided him to my room, and when he began to take his clothes off, I
grabbed his hands and stopped him.  He gave me a surprised look.  "Let me
do that for you.  Okay?" I asked him, getting his devilish grin as a
response.

"You do whatever you want to me," he quickly offered, letting me know that
he was open to all kinds of possibilities at this point, maybe even hoping
for something different tonight.  I brushed these thoughts aside for the
moment, returning to the task of removing his clothes, which I did with as
much love and tenderness as possible.  I had no intention of rushing or
hurriedly ripping his garments from his torso, even though I was anxious to
get to the treats inside.

"You're always so gentle with me," he commented, letting me know he
appreciated my efforts.

"Gentle, huh?" I responded, having just removed his shirt and unbuckled his
shorts, when a devilish thought entered my mind and I decided to act upon
it.  At that point I pushed him onto the bed and began to tickle him
mercilessly.  "How about this?" I asked him, as he roared out in laughter.
"Is this gentle enough for you?"

Jared was fighting to break free from me at this point, trying to catch his
breath in between fits of laughter.  "Okay, okay.  I changed my mind," he
managed to gasp out.  "You're not ALWAYS gentle."

"Oh, you don't think so?" I asked, while continuing to give him my tickle
torture.  I gave him a few more seconds of that treatment, and then I bent
forward and kissed him on the forehead.  "Sorry," I told him, "but I just
couldn't let that comment pass unchallenged."

"That's okay," he countered, while placing both hands behind my neck and
pulling my head down, so he could place a kiss on my lips.  Soon I felt his
lips parting and his tongue snaking its way against mine, as he prodded to
gain entry into my oral cavity.  Willingly, I opened my mouth slightly,
allowing his tongue to slip between my parted lips, and now I felt it
roaming the moist interior.  Soon we were taking turns sucking on each
other's tongues, but soon it became apparent that Jared wanted more.  As
soon as we finished removing the remainder of our clothing, Jared slowly
climbed on top of me and began grinding his body against mine.

He was now letting his rock hard penis rub vigorously against my own, while
we continued our passionate kiss, and the friction he was creating was
astounding.  The little guy was dry humping me like a rabbit in heat,
thrusting his hips into my groin and allowing our erect masts to slide
against each other between our bodies.  With the energy he was expending,
it didn't take very long before his body stiffened and he was shooting warm
jets of semen between us, but he continued his grinding, until his body
fluids began to become just a sticky film coating our abdomens.

Now he just lay on top of me, letting himself enjoy the intense orgasm he
had just experienced, and when he came down from his high, he continued to
stay where he was, and he began kissing me again.  "I love you so much," he
told me, but I have never doubted that for even one minute.  He had a way
of letting me know that, without having to speak the words.  Now he looked
at the mess between us, and he realized something else.

"You didn't shoot, did you?" he wanted to know.

"No, but that's okay," I told him.

"No it's not," he insisted, as he slid down my body and began stroking my
penis back to life.  Within seconds it had responded to his gentle touch,
and then he took it into his mouth, making it obvious that he felt obliged
to return the favor.  Now he began to nod up and down on my shaft, with the
same eagerness and energy he had used for his own release earlier.  Within
a couple of minutes I was spewing my own load, and Jared was swallowing it
as quickly as he could, but some of my love juice managed to escape and
glide down his chin and onto my body.  Once he had drained me of my fluids,
he lifted his head and smiled at me, so I pulled him forward, giving me a
chance to clean off his face.  Now I licked the extra cum off his chin and
neck, causing him to giggle a little, and when I had finished that, I
pulled him against me, holding him in my protective embrace.

"This is nice," he told me, in a low purr.  I knew what he meant, because I
was enjoying this too.  We continued to enjoy this moment together, while
stroking and kissing each other, as we continued to share our love.
Eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms, and we ended up spending
most of the night in that position.  When we awoke the next morning, we had
a hard crusty film coating our stomachs, so we quickly showered together,
making sure to clean each other off and remove the traces of last night's
love making session.  I knew I cared far more for Jared than what I used to
consider safe, but at this point there was no turning back.

We had no sooner stepped out of the shower when the phone rang, and I had a
feeling I knew who was calling, even before I picked up the receiver.
"Hello," I answered.

"What time do you want to pick us up?" the familiar voice wanted to know.

"Good morning, Josh.  Can't you at least say hello first when you call?"

"Sure, hello, Bob.  When are you going to pick us up?"  Even though he took
my hint, I'm not sure if he caught on to the meaning of what I was trying
to teach him.  Realizing this, I decided to answer him nonetheless.

"Well, Josh, it's 8:00 now, so how about around 10:00.  That will give us
time to have breakfast, load up the Tahoe, and then pick you and your
mother up.  We'll be at the park early enough to eat our picnic lunch
there, go for a boat ride or do a little fishing, and then maybe catch a
movie later.  How does that sound to you?"

"Great!  I can't wait for you to get here."

"We'll be there in a couple of hours then.  See you."

"Kay.  Bye."

Jared wanted to know what that was all about, so I told him, and then I
went and fixed us both some breakfast.  After we ate, we went and loaded up
all the things we would need for today, putting a cooler of drinks in the
back, tossing the fishing gear in behind that, and then we strapped the
boat down on the roof rack.  Once we had everything in place, we drove to
Jared's house to pick up his mother and brother.

Quickly we helped load their things into the SUV too, including the picnic
lunch his mother had fixed for all of us.  Once everything was loaded up,
we headed off toward the lake.  When we arrived there, we decided to go out
and do a little fishing first, and after that we would come in to eat.  The
boys helped me take the rowboat off the Tahoe and put it in the water, and
then loaded our fishing gear in the boat and helped Sherry to her seat.  We
planned to fish about an hour or so, making the most of what was left of
the morning.  I know this isn't the best time to fish, but that wasn't my
only intent here.  This activity was designed to allow us to spend time
with the boys, as well as to give them a chance to enjoy this newly
discovered experience.  We didn't have a great deal of luck with the
fishing part, but we did manage to catch a couple of fish before we rowed
back to shore to grab a bite to eat.

The thing that gave us the most fun during that trip to the lake was
Boo-Boo.  At first the pup was content to lie on the floor of the boat,
watch us, and occasionally nudge us to pet him from time to time.  However,
after an hour or so of this repetitious activity, the dog decided it wanted
a little more action than we were giving him, so he began to look for
something else to do.  At this point Boo-Boo put his front paws up on the
side of the boat, so he could watch Jared and Josh cast their hooks into
the water.  After watching them do this several times, he decided the
bobbers looked like little balls they were throwing out in the water for
him to fetch.  All of the sudden the pup leaped over the side of the boat,
in the direction of the object in the water, and the boys screamed out,
concerned about his safety.

Seeing they had never had Boo-Boo around water before, neither boy was sure
if Boo-Boo could swim, but soon they relaxed, as they saw him doggy-paddle
toward the bobber.  Soon the puppy scooped the bobber into its mouth,
turned and swam back toward the boat, triumphantly carrying his prize back
to his master.  As he swam up beside the boat, Jared bent over and scooped
him up, lifting his pet into the boat and setting him down.  Immediately
after being placed back in the rowboat, Boo-Boo began to shake the
accumulation of moisture from his fur, covering the rest of us in a spray
of doggy water.

The boys roared with laughter when this happened, especially after seeing
the shocked look on their mother's face as she received more than her share
of the droplets.  After everyone settled down from that little episode, I
had the boys help me row the boat back to shore, so we could unload our
gear and prepare for our noon meal.

We went to the restrooms first, so we could wash up before lunch, and then
we unloaded Sherry's cooler, which contained all the food.  Sherry insisted
on setting everything out for us, and this lunch was a little different
than the last.  This time she had packed crackers, cheese, grapes, raisin
bread, cold fried chicken, raw vegetables (celery, broccoli, cauliflower),
and dip.  In addition to all that, she had packed both banana pudding and
cantaloupes for dessert.  It was a wonderful meal, and a nice change of
pace, but I think Sherry was trying to let us all know that we should be
eating better than we usually did, by including more fruits and vegetables
in our diet.

After we had all eaten our fill, we decided to take a walk around the lake,
before going back out in the boat to fish some more.  It was a beautiful
sunny day, and Boo-Boo was happy to run about and stretch his legs.  The
boys would run ahead of us from time to time, or go off in another
direction with the puppy, to give him a bit more exercise.  Seeing they had
more energy than we did, Sherry and I happily let them do as they pleased,
while we talked and walked along the shore.

We covered a variety of topics in our discussion, from current events to
local situations, before she finally added her thoughts about the changes
she had noticed in her boys, as of late.  She told me she thought I'd been
a wonderful influence on both of them, and she thanked me for all I'd done
for them, and then she added that she hoped I'd remain in their lives for
quite a while to come.  I assured her that I had no plans to move from the
area, and as long as she and the boys wanted me in their lives, I'd be
there for them.  She thanked me once more, before the boys came back
extremely excited and carrying a small skull.

"Look what Boo-Boo dug up!" Jared exclaimed.  I took it from him and
examined it.

"It appears to be a rabbit's skull," I told them.  "It probably died of
natural causes or was killed by a predator, and then the body decayed and
got covered over.  Boo-Boo's keen sense of smell probably alerted him to
its presence, so he dug it up."

"You should have seen him.  He was digging like crazy, throwing dirt all
over the place."

"Yes, dogs do like to dig," I advised him.  At that point Jared decided he
wanted to take the skull home with him, which didn't thrill his mother, but
she was pretty good at accepting the types of things boys like to do.
Finally she agreed to let him keep it, but only if she could boil it in
water when they got home, to kill any germs or anything else it might still
be attached to it.  Jared quickly agreed to this, knowing it was most
likely the only way his mother would give in.

After storing the skull safely in a bag in the SUV, we took the boat out
once again, so we could do a little more fishing before we had to call it a
day.  It was still too early to catch much, but I wanted to take everyone
to a movie later, so it was now or never.  This time the boys kept a closer
eye on Boo-Boo, so he wouldn't have a chance to jump overboard again, and
even though we didn't catch much, we all had a good time out in the boat.
As it got later in the day, we rowed back in to shore, packed everything in
the Tahoe, and strapped the boat back on the roof rack.  Once that was
done, I took everyone home, so we could clean up a bit, before I picked
them up to go to the theater.

The boys wanted to see a comedy that was playing, so Sherry and I agreed
that would be acceptable, and we headed for the local complex.  I bought
drinks and popcorn for everyone, and then we sat in the back, at my
insistence, and waited for the movie to begin.  Although the film was
geared toward the younger crowd, Sherry and I still found parts of it
funny, although the two boys thought it was absolutely hilarious.  I don't
think I've ever heard the two of them laugh so frequently or so loudly, and
I was glad they enjoyed themselves like that.

When the movie was over, I took them all out for some ice cream, before I
drove them back home.  When I dropped them off at their door, everyone
thanked me, and then I helped them carry their things into their place.  I
could tell Jared wanted to go home with me, but seeing he had school the
next day, he knew better than to ask.  I watched them all enter their
house, and then I drove back to mine, exhausted and ready for some much
needed sleep.  Once I was in the house and ready for bed, I suddenly
realized how lonely the place seemed again.  Having the boys around had
livened things up for me, but now it made it seem even lonelier when they
weren't here.  With school back in session now, I knew I'd better get used
to being alone, as the boys would most likely only be around on the
weekends.

I was just getting ready to get into bed when the phone rang.  I had no
idea who could be calling me at this hour or for what reason, so I hurried
to the phone and picked it up.  "Hello."

"Hey, Dad.  I just thought I'd call to say good night."

"Jared, thank you and that's sweet, but how did you know I wasn't sleeping
already?"

"Just figured you wouldn't be yet."

"Well, I almost was.  I was just getting ready to hop into bed when the
phone rang."

"See, I knew you'd still be up."  He giggled after he said that.

"Well, I guess your heart was in the right place," I told him.  "Does your
mother know you're calling me?"  There was a hesitation on the other end of
the line.

"Not exactly," he admitted, timidly.  "She and Josh went to bed, so I
sneaked down to use the phone."

"Well, I thank you for that, but now you'd better get to bed too.  I'll see
you next weekend."

"Night, Dad."

"Night, my boy, and sweet dreams."

"You too, Dad.  I love you."

"I love you too, sport."

I hung up the phone and thought about how special it was that a teenage boy
would think to call me, just to wish me a good night.  I knew I loved this
kid, but he just kept proving to me how special he was in so many different
ways.  However, I would have to speak to him about being careful about
doing things like this, as I wouldn't want him to throw up any red flags
that might make his mother suspicious about our relationship or cause her
to question what was going on between us.

The next morning I awoke early and walked down to the road to collect my
paper, just as their bus was passing by.  I saw Jared and Josh both wave at
me through the bus windows and thought it was neat they didn't let peer
pressure keep them from acknowledging me in that manner.  I waved back
before they disappeared from sight, and then I went back into the house, to
focus on my writing.

The rest of that week went by fairly quickly, and before I knew it, it was
Friday afternoon.  I didn't even realize how late it was when my front door
opened and Josh and Jared walked in, carrying their overnight bags.  Even
though they had clothes and things at my place, they always brought their
homework and anything else they thought they might need, so we wouldn't
have to keep running back and forth, between their place and mine.  They
would stay tonight and all day Saturday, returning home on Sunday, so they
could spend the day with their mother.  It was almost as if I were a
divorced dad, getting my kids on the weekends.

The boys were in a good mood when they arrived, and because the weather was
still fairly warm, they wanted to go swimming the minute they got there.  I
had no problem with that, and it sounded like a good idea to me too, so we
all put on our trunks and hopped into the pool.  The boys wanted to race
right off the bat, and I decided it was best to do that now, before I got
all tired out, so I agreed.  We had three or four races before I bowed out,
and then the boys raced a couple more times on their own, before we decided
to get out and rest for a while.

As we relaxed, the boys filled me in about their week at school, telling me
the things they'd done, and embellishing the details of things they wanted
to impress me about.  That included things people had done in their
classes, assignments they had had to do, and things that happened in
general.  They were comical as they imitated others in their classes or
their teachers, and I thoroughly enjoyed their filling me in on their week.
When they finished, I decided it was time for us to clean up and go out to
eat, and I figured we'd stop by the diner, so Sherry could see the boys
too.  We'd wait for her break, so she could join us, and then we'd eat
together.

Sherry was surprised, but pleased to see us, and we only had to wait ten or
fifteen minutes before she was able to finish up with her current
customers.  However, that gave us time to decide what we were going to
order.  By the time she sat down at the table with us, we knew what we
wanted, and we all told our waitress, one of Sherry's coworkers.  As we
waited for our meals to arrive, the boys began to relate some of the same
stories to Sherry, and soon they had her laughing at their tales.  This
continued until our food was delivered, but then they calmed down a bit
while we ate.  After having our dessert, we said good-bye to their mother
and made our way back to my place.

The rest of that evening and all of Saturday was spent doing a variety of
things, and the boys and I had a really good time.  Friday night the boys
slept in the room across the hall from mine, but Saturday night they both
asked if they could sleep with me.  After considering their request for a
brief time, and talking to Jared in private, I finally agreed.  Nothing
sexual happened that night, and I think both boys just wanted to be close,
as they cuddled up on either side of me throughout the entire night.
Sunday morning I got up, fixed them breakfast, and then took them home,
sorry to see them have to leave again.

The rest of Sunday and during the following week, I got a lot done on my
new story, and by Thursday afternoon I was already looking forward to
seeing the boys again.  When my doorbell rang unexpectedly, I couldn't
imagine who might be there, so I opened the door, only to discover two
uniformed officers standing there.

"Robert Cox?" the larger one asked.

"Yes," I responded timidly, uncertain as to why they were here.

"We have a warrant for your arrest," he stated, holding up a piece of
paper.  "You are under arrest for sexual abuse and having sexual contact
with a minor.  You have the right to remain silent."

The officer's voice droned on, but I don't remember hearing anything he
said beyond that point.  Once he had finished reading me my rights, the
other officer slapped a pair of handcuffs on me, patted me down, guided me
over to their patrol car, and guided me into the back seat.  The rest of
that time was a blur, as we drove down to the police station and they took
me inside, but I knew my life had now been changed forever.

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