Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:10:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen:  Second Time Around


Eric slipped out of bed.  He had the consideration to try and not disturb
me.  The bed jiggled only just enough for me to be aware that he was
moving, and he was considerate enough to pull the covers up.  I didn't
remember anything else, which means I went right back to a sound sleep.
When I did awaken, which was only a few minutes later, I heard the boys'
voices and had to concentrate for a minute to realize they were in the
kitchen; or, at least, around that area of the house.  Exercising a rare
opportunity, I decided to just lie in bed for a few more minutes and enjoy
the peace and quiet.  All of that changed when I picked up on the topic of
conversation.  As a normal, curious parent, I decided to tip-toe towards
the kitchen and eavesdrop.

"We gonna fix all this and then wake him and eat in here or are we gonna
take it to him in bed?"  Sean's voice.

"Depends," Frank answered. "Anybody seen a tray we can use?  Sean, how
'bout lookin' in the pantry for one?"  I heard doors and cabinets being
opened and closed.  The refrigerator door opened and closed.

"How many eggs will he eat?"  Eric's voice.

"Usually a couple," Frank again," but we'll fix the whole carton so we have
our breakfast, too."

"We got anything besides all this butter?" Mike's voice. "This stuff is bad
for ya.  How 'bout a butter substitute; we got any?"

"Mike, don't worry 'bout that.  Dad uses real butter, or maybe it's
margarine, for our breakfast all the time."

"How'd you know?"

"'Cause I'm the one that gets up early and helps 'im."  Frank was
developing his wise-ass tone.

"Hey, Eric, man."  Sean's voice. "What was it like?  I mean, what'd it feel
like when he swallowed your whole rod?  Could you feel it slide down his
throat?"

"Are you kiddin'?"  The excitement was apparent in Eric's voice. "Man, I
didn't know what ta think when he went down on me.  At first, I was scared
shitless.  I could just see my dad doin' somethin' like that to me; yeah,
uh-huh!  When he started, my knees were shakin' so bad he had ta help hold
me up.  It was unreal!  I mean, I didn't even begin ta think he'd do
somethin' like that!"

"Yeah," Sean interrupted, "but what did it feel like?"

"Outta this world!  When he went down on me it felt, at first, like I'd
bumped into something.  I guess it was the back of his throat."  Eric
sounded so excited it was a wonder he didn't have another orgasm right
there in the kitchen.  "Then, I could feel it bend and, next thing I know,
his nose is touchin' my pubes.  You saw him!  The best part was when he
started workin' his throat muscles and workin' my dick.  Oh man!  You just
gotta experience it!  Did you see him swallow my load?"  The other guys
were laughing now.

"Eric."  Frank's voice.  "Don't look now, but if I was you, I'd be careful
how close I walked up to something.  It could hurt with that boner you're
sportin'."  They were definitely having a good time.  "Looks like Little
Mikey is wide awake, too."

"I wanna know where he learned ta do that."  Michael's comment.

"Uh-uh."  Frank's response.  "I wanna know when he's gonna teach us how ta
do that."  The boys had another big group laugh and agreed.  "Sean, you
find a tray?"

"Yeah, here it is.  Whose doin' the eggs and sausage?"

"I got the toast."  Eric volunteered.

"I got the juice."  Mike spoke up and then it got quiet for a moment.

"What kind?" Frank's smart ass tone, again.  Naturally, where their minds
were at the moment, they had another group laugh.  Then it sounded like
eggs being poured into a hot, hot pan.

"Cook 'em on high, Frank.  They'll cook faster."  Mike's idea.

"They'll scorch, too," Frank retorted.

"Eric, go peek and make sure he's still asleep."

That was my que to head back to the bedroom.  I was lucky to have made it
back to the bed and under the covers.  When I heard Eric come in, I tried
faking a yawn and stretching like I had just awakened.  It was good enough
for Eric to buy in.

"Sorry, Uncle Rick, I didn't mean ta wake ya."

"You didn't; I was waking up anyway.  What time is it?"

"A little after eight."  Eric's tone revealed that he was concerned about
something.  "Uhh, Uncle Rick?  You can't get up right now, okay?  We got a
surprise for ya."

"A surprise?  What kind of surprise?"

"Just a surprise.  You stay there.  Okay?"

"Tell you what, I have a personal matter that needs immediate attention and
then I'll get back in the bed.  Will that work?"

"Yes, sir.  But hurry."  And Eric was out the door.

There was no way I was going to spoil their surprise; I just hoped I
survived it.  With the laughing and conversation they had going, I'm not
too sure anyone was really paying attention to the food.  When the boys
reached my bedroom door, I was back in bed, pillows propped behind my back
and ready to be waited on.  Frank was the first in the door and stopped
when he saw me sitting up.  I saw him put his hand behind him to stop the
others.

"Hey, Dad, how come you're sitting up?"

"Didn't Eric come in to make sure I was still here?  I assumed I was going
to get at least one visitor."

"Well, yeah."  Frank acted like I had thrown him off track.  "I brought ya
a piece of toast; thought, maybe, we could talk."

"A piece of toast, huuuh.  Okay, what you wanna talk about?"

"Last night."

Before Frank could finish his statement, the other boys came in.  Each of
them grinning from ear to ear and carrying a plate with their breakfast on
it.  Mike came in carrying the tray and set it over my lap.

"Good morning, Faaaaather."  Michael was way too syrupy.  Neither of them
called me 'father' unless they wanted something, bad; or, they were just
being wise-asses.

"Frank, you need to learn from these other guys.  You brought me a piece of
toast; they brought me a whole breakfast.  Thanks, guys."

The boys sat around shooting the bull about how they wanted to do something
nice for me because I had been so good to them.  If they had the slightest
bit of inclination that I was buying into all this, they had to be nuts.
About three-quarters of the way through my breakfast, Mike decided to let
the cat out of the bag.

"Dad," Mike tried to sound sincere, "let's skip all the bull crap.  We
wanna know where you learned to deep-throat like you did Eric last night
and when do we get to have some fun?"

"That's two questions.  Which should I answer first?"  Two of them said the
first question; the other two wanted the second question.

"Well, I think the when, where and how I learned really isn't important.
What's more important is whether Eric enjoyed it.  Eric?"

"Yes, sir!"  Eric smiled from ear to ear.  "That was great and I wouldn't
mind doin' that again."

"I imagine not," I laughed, then paused before teasing them again.  "What
was the second part of your question?" I tried to look serious.  "Oh,
something about when was I going to teach you.  Right?"  All four responded
with a resounding affirmation that ranged from a 'yes' to a nod to a
'mmmmmppphhh' with a mouthful of egg.

"We'll work on that real soon.  Since there's four of you, that should make
pairing up easy.  You guys just need to figure out who's going to gag
first." I looked at them and smiled.  "Guys, I appreciate the breakfast,
but it's time to get up and get a move on.  Are you guys going for a
morning run?"  I had no idea why I asked them that because they never ran
in the mornings; in fact, they never ran except to the food table.

"Hey, that's a good idea," Sean jumped right in, "let's run on the beach."
Eric was with him and Frank followed.  Mike looked at them like they had
lost their minds.  Manipulating these guys was almost too easy.

"Go ahead, Mike, go with them.  Run off some of those calories your
grandmother has been feeding you."

"Dad!  I'm not getting fat."  He sounded indignant.  "Look how buff I am."
I just shrugged my shoulders with my 'are you sure' look and he was out the
door.  Vain is definitely a four letter word spelled M-i-k-e.

"You notice he still didn't tell us 'bout David?"  Frank could be
persistent.

                                           * * * *

After cleaning the kitchen after the boys had taken a swipe at it, and they
did at least try, I stuck my head out the backdoor to see where they were
and what they were doing.  All of them were down by the water, and they
weren't alone.  Two boys seemed to have joined the group.

Both boys appeared to be in the same age group as my quartet.  Both boys
looked to have dark hair that was either sun bleached or suffered through a
very amateurish highlighting.  My guess was that they might be local since
both of them were wearing wet suit vests.  Local kids would think the water
a little chilly for their liking.  My boys had spent enough time up north
that they thought chilly was normal.

I watched the boys work their skim boards.  My quartet still seemed to be
spending more time flying through the air and landing on their backsides
than riding the boards, but they were also kids and didn't care.  However,
the two boys that had joined them were obviously much more experienced.
They not only rode the boards, they were spinning and turning.  It looked
as though the favorite method of ending a ride was to turn the board into
an incoming wave and do something that made the board fly up in the air.
The boy jumped off as the board flew up and the trick was to catch the
board before it could hit the ground.  The yelling and cheers told me it
was a big deal.

Riding, or trying to ride, skim boards had one effect on all of the boys.
It made them hungry.  Teenage boys can eat an enormous amount of food;
physically active teenage boys can eat and eat and eat.  No matter what
time of morning they had breakfast, their stomachs set off an alarm right
about noonish.  The foods in the fridge and pantry suggested that Mother
either stocked the kitchen or that she and Patty had collaborated.  There
was a lot more food there than I remembered Patty keeping in the guest
house; guests normally ate in the main house with the hostess and her
family.

Instincts told me that I would be feeding more than four boys for lunch.  A
quick inventory revealed there was plenty of food for everyone so long as
they enjoyed hoagies, chips and soft drinks.  Ten minutes later, my
instincts were proven correct.

"Mr. G, we were wondering if maybe James and Donnie could stay for lunch."

"Sean, would I be correct in assuming those two are James and Donnie?"

"Yes, sir."  Sean grinned and looked a little embarrassed.  I could only
assume it was because he didn't tell me who he was referring to. "They're
cousins and stayin' with their grandparents up the beach.  James is local
and Donnie's from Tallahassee.  He said his dad is a professor at State?"

"Florida State University is in Tallahassee.  When you get back down there,
tell him I said I was sorry to hear that, but things should improve.  He'll
know what I mean."  Sean looked very confused.  "Yes, there's plenty for
everyone so long as they like hoagies."

I watched Sean run back to the beach.  Sean still looked a little confused,
but the other boys understood my message and laughed, even Donnie.  A few
minutes later the boys came running in.  Frank introduced their two new
friends who I found to be very courteous.

"You must be the Gator?"  Donnie asked.

"'Fraid so," I answered.  "You must be the Seminole."  Then he got me.

"Sorry 'bout that scalpin' we put on ya this year.  Not!"  Donnie laughed.

"Oooooooo, bud," Frank chimed in, "you like ta live dangerous like."

"For that one, Donnie goes last and gets only left-overs."

Once I stepped away from the table and let the boys fix their sandwiches, I
might as well have disappeared.  In their minds, I think I did disappear.
They started rattling back and forth to one another and I only had a slight
inkling of what they were talking about.  Recognizing that my presence was
no longer required, I made myself a sandwich and slipped out the patio door
with my book.  I don't think they even realized I was gone.

One of the nicest, and simplest, pleasures in life to me was being able to
sit outside and read.  My reading material wasn't anything one would
consider cerebral.  I enjoyed legal thrillers by Grisham and a new author
named Gimenez.  The boys were in their world and I was in mine.  I enjoyed
my world until I felt a cool breeze and noticed a shadow.  It was clouding
over.  I stepped back inside and let the boys know the weather seemed to be
changing for the worse and if they wanted to ride their boards some more,
they should consider heading out.

                                           * * * *

The boys had been back on the beach with their new friends for a couple of
hours when the sky changed from threatening to just plain ugly. It was
amazing how fast it got so dark.  With the rumble of thunder not too far
off, the boys got out the water and I spotted my four running for the
house.  The rain was coming down hard.

"Man!"  Eric exclaimed.  "That rain is cold and it almost hurts, it's
comin' down so hard."

"Okay, guys, no body goes anywhere.  Freeze," I told them.  All four of
them were wet and sandy.  "Your choice.  You can either step outside, drop
the suits and let the rain rinse the sand off; or, you can step out there
and brush the sand off each other and then very gingerly walk to the
showers."

They opened the door and barely stood outside to brush one another off.
Being kids, and being in their usual silly moods, when they came in, all
four of them went up on the balls of their feet and tip-toed to the
bathrooms.  You could hear them snickering as they went down the hall.

"When you finish your showers, come back out and I'll teach you something."

"What'er you goin' ta teach us?" Mike needed to assess whether it was worth
him having to rush.

"Something you've wanted me to teach you.  You'll find out when you come
back out here."  The snickering and speculation started all over again.

While the boys showered, I retrieved my bag of personal grooming tools.
The boys had been after me, and I had promised, to teach them something
about having sex and love making.  My feeling was that they weren't so much
interested in learning how to show someone they cared, as in lots of
foreplay, but rather knowing how to perform specific physical acts so they
didn't embarrass themselves.

The problem with teaching the boys was which one was first, how often, and
what.  My solution was to devise Sex 101 for teens.  The course would
consist of personal grooming and some sexual acts they could try on each
other.  I thought this should be interesting for them and both interesting
and entertaining for me.  Having a little fun with them in the process was
not out of the question.

The boys returned about twenty minutes later.  That was longer than needed
for a quick shower and just about the right amount of time for some
interesting speculation and possibly playing around.  All four of them
returned, not sporting a full mast, but not really flaccid either.  No one
had bothered to expend the energy to put on any clothes.

"Okay, guys, are you ready."

"Yeah, what're we gonna do first?"  Mike was a little anxious.  Little
Mikey was growing.

"I need a volunteer.  Who's going to volunteer?"

"I will, Mr. G."  Sean jumped right out.

"Okay, Sean.  How about if all of us gather in front of the fireplace?  We
can light a fire and stay warm with this damp weather.  Frank, you light
the fire.  Sean, you just need to lie down in front of the fireplace.  The
rest of you - gather round."  They all did as I asked, grinning from ear to
ear.  This was going to be fun.

"You gonna do all of us; now?  Here?"  Mike was being impatient.  I just
held my hand up to him and got quiet.

"Patience, Michael, patience." I waited until Sean was lying down and the
other three were on their knees, sitting back on their ankles.  "Okay, I
think all of you will agree that appearance means a lot.  I mean, who would
want to have sex with an overweight, dirty person.  Right?" They all
agreed. "Good.  Now, look at Michaels underarms.  Notice how the hair
sticks out front and rear like he didn't bother to wash himself?  There's a
cure."  I pulled out my electric barber's razor.

"You gonna shave our hair off with that?"  Michael's impatience again.

"No, I'm going to show you how to trim your hair to be neat.  I understand
that the little underarm arm tufts are important right now, but they can
still be neat.  This thing has four different heads that allow you to trim
hair to different lengths.  We'll do the underarms to three-quarters of an
inch.  Sean, arms up, fella."

Sean looked like he wasn't too sure, but he did slowly move his arms up.  I
trimmed his underarms and everyone gave them a close inspection.  I had a
small mirror so Sean could look and assure himself that I hadn't completely
removed his underarm masculinity.  Next was a more delicate area.

"Now, with that don, you would normally look at the hair on your arms and
chest.  Since none of you has any chest hair and minimal arm and leg hair,
we'll skip those areas."  I paused for effect and to let them think about
where I was going next.

"All of you want to learn about oral sex.  Do any of you want to have to
use the other person's pubes as dental floss?"  That got three repulsive
looks and one boy, lying on the floor, began to look worried.  "To avoid
embarrassing pube floss, trim the pubes.  We'll trim these to a half-inch."

"Mr. G?"  Sean sounded a little worried.

"Relax, Sean, it would take a major slip to cut anything.  Just lie still.
You trust me don't you?"  Sean nodded with a very worried look.

"Notice that we hold his manhood out of the way and slowly pass the razor
through his patch.  Use it wherever you see hair that should be removed.
If you've ever wondered why girls wearing bikinis don't show pubes, now you
know; well, almost.  You can even safely use this razor around the scrotum
to trim the longer hairs." I finished and set the razor down.

"Now, to do a complete job, for your comfort and the other person's, you
should shave the pubes from around the scrotum and the base of the penis."

"Mr. G!  I never shaved my balls before.  You know how long it took to get
my pubes?" I had to smile.

"Relax, Sean.  If you don't like it, they will grow back.  You trust me,
don't you?" When he nodded, I reached in the bag and pulled out a straight
razor.

"No!  Mr. G!" I looked at Sean and was certain his face had turned three
shades of white.  "I mean, . . like, ya know, I trust ya and all, but
. . .OH, Mr. G, gimme a break.  Please!?"

"Sean!  I think you don't trust me.  My feelings are really hurt!"

"No, Mr. G, it's not that . . .I mean I don't wanna hurt your feelin's or
anythin', but do we really need to take a chance o' me bein' ball-less?"
Poor Sean thought I was serious.

"Relax, Sean, I'm just playing with you.  If you were to jump while I was
shaving your scrotum, you could wind up castrated and that would be the end
of most of your fun.  Right?"

"Yeah." Sean sounded as though he was ready to hyperventilate on me.

I put the straight razor away and pulled out the safety razor.  Sean
relaxed and the color returned to his face.  While I shaved around the area
he wanted to protect the most, he did relax; all except one particular
appendage, anyway.  When I finished shaving his scrotum and made sure he
was nice and smooth, I ask him how it felt.  He reached down and felt his
sac and bounced the goodies around a little.  He looked at me and grinned.

"That's weird.  That really feels good.  I don't remember them feelin' that
way before I had pubes."  Everyone laughed.

The boys were into it by then.  It took an hour or so to get all of them
shaved and trimmed.  They spent as much time feeling one another as they
did shaving.  There were lots of jokes and laughs as well.  When they were
done, the four of them stood and figured they had me surrounded.

"Okay, Dad, you did us.  Now it's your turn."

When I told them no way, they attacked me.  I played along and gave them a
little struggle, but eventually let them push me to the floor.  They seemed
to have a good time stripping my shorts off, also.  They subjected me to
the same trimming that was performed on each of them and even played the
game with the straight razor.  My biggest worry was whether or not they
were teasing with the straight razor; Michael seemed a little too serious
for my comfort. When they finished, we continued with their lesson; the
part they really wanted.

"Listen up.  Do you remember me telling you to think about the sword
swallower?  What's the trick?"

"To keep the neck straight," Eric answered.

"Correct.  Now, the other part is to be able to overcome the gag reflex.
It's mind or physical reflex.  Mental determination, physical control."  I
looked at each boy; no one looked overly confident.

"Okay, let's try.  Sean, since I picked on you first, you get the privilege
of being the first to help train . .  ." and I looked around at the boys.
Eric jumped in. ". . .Eric.  Now, Eric, if Sean is standing here, what do
you think you should do?"

"Be on my knees in front of him so I can stretch my neck?"

"Very good.  Just remember, don't try to go down on him real fast.  If you
do, you'll upchuck all over his pride and joy; not to mention the floor and
we don't have a carpet shampooer here."  Eric moved into position. "You
might want to lubricate him a little with your tongue.  Going in dry can be
uncomfortable for both of you."

Eric approached his task, lovingly.  He licked all around the head and up
and down the shaft.  The anticipation, plus having a warm, moist tongue
bathe him, had Sean going up on his toes and gasping.  My sons were in awe;
stupefied and hard would be more accurate.  Eric looked up at Sean with the
unspoken question.  Sean nodded slightly and Eric formed his lips in a
circle.  He did a good job of pulling his lips over the edge of his teeth
and slowly took Sean in.

It was hard to tell who was shaking more, Sean or Eric.  Once Eric let his
lips touch the tip of Sean's penis, he stopped and flicked his tongue over
the tip a few times.  With both hands on Sean's hips, Eric guided him in.
The glans and about two inches were in when Eric started to gag.  He pulled
off a little, but not completely.

"Eric, try to let your mind go blank.  Don't anticipate what you're going
to do, don't plan it, don't think about it; just let it happen.  If you
feel like your going to gag, stop, but don't pull off.  Try to swallow;
concentrate on swallowing.  As you swallow, pull him in a little and push
him back.  Take him just a little at a time."

Eric did as instructed, but kept gagging; he was trying too hard.  He was
also very frustrated.  Finally, he backed off and looked at me with tears
running down his cheek.

"You're trying too hard.  Remember going to the doctor and he told you to
open wide and say 'AHHH'?"  The boys nodded.  "The sound opens your throat.
Watch this."

I had Sean turn towards me and positioned myself so I sat on my ankles.
Opening wide, I said 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' and moved Sean's now very
sensitive boy part in and out of my throat.

"OHHH, GAAHD!  MR. GEEEEE!"  Sean was on his toes doing the little boy
dance.  "I'm gonna blow.  I'm sorry, I can't help it.  OHHH FUCK!! AAHHHH
. .  .AAAHHHH!"  Poor Sean just lost control, tried to pull out of my
throat, and was shooting all over me and Eric.  I pulled him into me and
held him up while he tried to recover from his orgasm.  The other boys were
practically rolling on the floor while Sean wanted to crawl under
something.  Standing, I pulled him close and held him until his breathing
returned to normal.

"Sean!" Eric exclaimed.  "What'd ya do that for?  Now who am I gonna learn
ta blow with?  Frank and Mike's too big; I'm not ready for them . . .yet."

"Eric, settle down, son." I tried to calm things. "Look at it this way.
Since he just lost a load, it will take him that much longer next time.
Give him a few minutes and he'll be ready for round two.  Right now, let's
take a quick break."

After about a twenty minute break, Sean and Eric were both ready to try
again.  Eric cautioned Sean that he better learn to control himself.  I
showed Eric a trick about pressing at the base of the uretha to suppress
the urge and control the other person.  It was funny watching, and
listening to Eric sit on his ankles, mouth wide open, saying
'AAAAAAHHHHHHHH'.  However, he persevered and made it.  I just wish I had
thought about having the camera handy so I could have taken a picture of
his expression with his face buried in Sean's newly groomed, half-inch
pubes.

All four boys had the same problems.  Actually, Sean had a harder time than
Eric because Sean learned on Mike, who swung a larger boy pole.  Frank
worked on Eric and was probably the quickest to reach bottom.  Of course,
it probably helped some that Eric was the youngest and had the smallest
equipment, but there was no way I would point that out to anyone.

The lesson made for an interesting afternoon.  I cautioned the boys that
their throats would probably be a little sore because of the stretching and
the only way to get beyond that was to practice.  Teenagers are filled with
enthusiasm when they learn something new and this was no different.  They
didn't even hassle me about supper.  They didn't turn it down either when I
let them know it was on the table.  Right after supper, they let me know
they still had some homework to do.  Yeah.

                                           * * * *

I had been in bed for a while when I felt the bed shake.  I woke enough to
realize that Michael was trying to quietly sneak into my bed.

"Mike?  What's wrong, kiddo?"

"I'm tired and those three just keep jokin' and carryin' on."

"Are they still doing homework?"

"Nah, they had ta quit.  Our mouths got too sore for that.  We got a lot
done though."  I could hear the boyish giggle in his voice.  Reaching over,
I pulled him close, but not until I popped him on the butt for his
silliness.

"Dad, thanks.  I bet no other dad in the world woulda done that.  You were
right.  If we'd tried that with some other kids, we'd a' probably tried ta
push it all in at once and hurt ourselves."  I didn't say anything.  It was
nice to know that they understood that I stopped them for a good reason.
When it was over, I was glad I had shown them.

"Dad, remember that you promised to show me somethin' else, too."

I knew what he was talking about.  This lesson didn't need to be a group
lesson.  I rolled him on his stomach and rubbed his back for him; he always
was a sucker for a back rub.  We talked a little and I tried to make sure
he understood what he might be getting into.  As we talked I continued to
rub his back and used my finger tips to tickle his butt some.  When my
fingers ran down the edge of his crack, he'd open his legs to give me
access.  Finally, I stopped rubbing his back.

The present from David was nearby and it was time to put it to use.
Reaching in my suitcase, I pulled out a tube of lube and squeezed some on
my fingers.  Gently, I put my fingers to his anus and rubbed them in a
tight circle.  It didn't take much for him to begin to moan.  Soon, he was
pushing his butt up and back, trying to get my fingers inside.  With a
little more lube, I pressed one finger in and worked it in a circle.  Soon,
a second finger was added.  He felt tight.

My fingers worked in one direction and then the other.  It wasn't too long
before I felt him begin to relax.  While my fingers worked, we talked.  I
was doing the same thing to him that David had done to me.  Without him
realizing what I was doing, I removed my fingers and pressed the tip of the
smallest training plug at his entrance.  I told him to push out like he was
using the bathroom.  When he did, the end of the plug slipped in; he
gasped.  Rubbing his back and whispering in his ear had the effect of
getting him to relax.  It took three stages, but the small plug was finally
in, held by his sphincter.  Michael whimpered a cry of contentment and
pleasure.  He was the first to get this lesson and it was special between
the two of us.

I rubbed his back for a couple of minutes and then lay beside him.  Pulling
him in to spoon me, we slept.

End Ch Eighteen