Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2001 15:09:56 -0400
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fwd: T.D.M.L.B. Book 2, Chapter 6

Due to the recent events, I have had a difficult time writing. As you know
I am a firefighter and was shocked and horrorified at the loss of so many
of my comrades. I am just as deeply sadened at the loss of so many innocent
lives in both the air and on the ground. I know that we Americans are
returning to work today, so I will attempt to do the same.

Miguel Sanchez

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The story continues. If you are not of legal age to be here, leave now or
ask your parents permission. I don't want someone's parent angry with
me. Don't lose the trust of your parents, believe this or not, they do care
about you. This story is copywrited and protected so don't copy or alter
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You may e-mail the author at: miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com. I try to
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Here sre some stories by others that are worth reading. Jonah, by OVD in
Adult/youth section (posted on 8/30/01). Houseboat on the Bay, by
Galacticflute in Beginnings section (last posted on 7/22/01). Will and
Tyler, also by Galacticflute in High School section (last posted on
9/1/01). Calvin by Tom Cup in Adult/youth (last posted on 9/13/01).


The Day My Life Began, Book 2

A New Beginning - Life With My Two Boys

Chapter 6 - A New Developement

	A lot more was said and done that evening but when they finally did
fall to sleep, they did not wake up until almost noon.
	I awoke around 8. At 9, I was wondering if those three were still
alive so I went upstairs and quietly opened the door. All three cuddled
together sleeping soundly so I closed the door, went back down stairs and
finished my coffee. Tomorrow was back to the grind for all of us. I had
work and the boys had school. Davey was spending one of his few weekends
here with us since her has to live at home during the school year.
	Finally at 9:30, I heard the sounds of someone alive. It was Bryce,
all he had on was his robe and a smile.
	Looking like the cat that ate the canary, I asked. "So, whas up?"
	As soon as he heard me speak, Bryce came over and hugged me and I
soon learned the answer to my question. "Man, those two wore me out last
night."
	I looked at him and said. "I don't need all the deatils. Did you
enjoy yourself?"
	Bryce just smiled nodded his head. Somehow I had my answer. I
poured him a cup of coffee and set it at his chair. "Are you ready for
class to start tomorrow evening?" I asked sitting down beside him.
	Bryce sipped his drink. "Yeah. I wonder who will be teaching?"
	"I don't know. I can find out when I go in tomorrow if you would
like?" I answered.
	Bryce thought for a minute and said. "It dosen't really matter. I
don't know any of them any way."
	He didn't have a clue, I thought. Dave and I are two of the
instructors for first responder and EMT program, but I didn't think I'd
have this class. I should be up for the one after his.
	I started to say something when Davey and Jimmy made their
entry. "It's alive!" I said poking fun at Jimmy.
	His hair looked like he had stuck a wool knit hat on his head for a
few hours while his hair was still wet. Hair was going in every direction
possible and his eyes were barely open. You'd have thought he had a
hangover. "Ugh, Dad. Coffee, please."
	"Did we have a hard night?" I asked adding a little something extra
on the word "hard".
	Davey looked at me and grined while fixing his love's drink. Jimmy
looked like death over easy so I thought I would spare him my usual
plesantries. After setting Jimmy's coffee on the table, Davey began to fix
breakfast for all three.
	"You guys have anything on tap for today?" I asked hoping I could
have a day of rest.
	Bryce looked up and said. "I don't. I thought I'd watch some tv."
	Jimmy and Davey remembered they still had some homework to finish
when Bryce was speaking. "Darn." Davey said. "We need to finish that report
or Mr. Cole wil have our hide."
	I decided not to ask because I wasn't ready for what I might get
started as I set my coffee cup in the sink.
	The boys finished their food and washed the dishes before going
their own way. Beyce came in and sat on the couch and started channel
surfing looking for something to watch. I heard the other two head upstairs
to attack their report.
	The day went quite uneventful. Davey and Jimmy finally reappeared
from their self imposed exile to their bedroom. I had to laugh, Jimmy still
looked like death warmed over. He tried to sit on the arm of my recliner
but in his current state, semi comatose, he missed the mark by a mile and
landed on my groin.
	"Ooophmf!" I groaned.
	Bryce sat up. "Dad, what's wrong?"
	With a very high squeek, I said. "Oh, nothing. What make you think
something was wrong."
	Davey pulled Jimmy off me while Bryce tried to get me to
stand. This only served to make matters worse. He wrapped his arms aroung
my waist and held on while my color returned from pale gray to white. I
felt him wipe my forehead with his hand. I had broke out into a major
sweat. "C'mon, Dad. Breath." I heard a voice say but wasn't sure where it
was.
 	I shook my head and cleared the cob webs. I looked at Jimmy and saw
tears starting to fall. I reached for him and wiped his face.
	"It's alright, son." I said reassuring him I wasn't mad. Little did
he know that I didn't have the strength at that particular point in time to
do anything more than I already was. "I don't use them anymore."
	Jimmy came over and put his arm around me. "I'm really sorry dad. I
was trying to sit on the arm."
	I knew what he was trying to do and it wasn't to castrate me
although I think he did succeed. "I know, son. You're innocent this time."
I thought that if he dosen't make it as a pediatrician, he could always
work as a vet turning stallions into geldings.
	I stood there holding Jimmy in one arm while Bryce was coaxing my
balls out of my stomach with arms around my waist when Jimmy
whispered. "I'm hungry Dad. What's for supper?"
	Never let it be said that my boy could ruin a perfectly good
Hallmark moment. It also ment that I had to move and that was almost
impossible. I looked like I had just spent ten days on a horse's back with
a leather saddle for a seat cushion. My legs were slightly spread so I
could at move without doing further damage to my already bruised ego and
gonads.
	I was just about to ask what everyone wanted for dinner when Davey
came up behind me and popped me on my ass and asked. "Feeling better now,
Pop?"
	Considering I had nearly been almost castrated, I thought well
hell. I just got denutted and then had them shoved back down where they
belong, so yeah son I feel just ducky. Then I let out another little "sure,
fine." in a barely audible squeek.
	Bryce turned around and glared at Davey.
	Davey suddenly remembered what he did. "Oh shit. Pop! I'm
sorry. Please believe....."
	I reached out and pulled him to me and kissed his cheek. "It's OK,
sport. Just don't jostle the lower half of my body for a while."
	Bryce got the keys to the Ram and we dicided to go out for
dinner. We went to the corral for dinner and had the buffet. I let the
boy's wait on me. Jimmy was more that willing considering all that had
happened eariler. When we were ready to leave, I could actually walk again
pain free.
	Needless to say, my kids know how to give someone a new meaning to
the word "pain." On the way back to the house, we dropped Davey off at his
house and I thought a warm bath on my aching genitals would be in
order. When I opened the door, I saw the answering maching light
blinking. I listened to the message and it said I had an important letter
in my box at the station. Why call me to do something I do all the
time. City employees, aren't they intelligent? Not!
	When the bull shit was finished, I went to my bedroom to ease my
aching balls into some warm water. I filled up my jacuzzi, fixed myself a
drink and went inside to soak in private. Right? Wrong!
	As soon as I opened the door, my god was sitting in the tub wearing
only a smile a dad could love. "Watch your legs sexy and keep you hands to
yourself." I smiled saying stepping into the tub.
	"Aw come on, dad. I won't hurt you, trust me." He said.
	I set my drink on the side of the tub and eased down between his
legs being sure not to sit on anything. As my aching nuts came in contact
with the water, they started to ache again. I eased them into the water
along with the rest of me and laid back against my god.
	"Feel good, Dad?" Bryce asked as he wrapped his arms around me.
	"Feels great, son." I said resting my head against his shoulder.
	"I love you, Dad." Bryce whispered into my ear.
	"I love you too, sport." I replied as I felt him start to massage
my shoulders. "I'll give you fifteen minutes to stop that." Bryce never
said a word after that but continued to rub my shoulders and neck. I was
enjoying this to the max. I was about to doze off when I felt something
else. His soft, gentle hand had found its way to my now very hard
tool. "Please, son." I begged.
	"You don't like this?" Bryce said.
	"You know that's not true." I fired back. "Please stop. Please."
Too late. "Oh gawd...." Was all I could say. I erupted like a volcano. I
sent five giant shots of man juice across my chest, shoulder and on to
Bryce. I laid back against my god totally spent and exhausted.
	Bryce never said a word. He got the soap and washed the both of
us. He got me up out of the tub and dired me off before getting me into
bed. Bryce cleaned up the bathroom then quietly went downstairs to watch
Jimmy until time for bed. Bryce made sure the house was secure before
retiring for the night.
	Five AM comes early when your exhasuted. I went downstairs to put
on the coffee as I felt Bryce may not have remembered to set up the
pot. Well, guess what....he did.
	I returned to my room and did my usual morning ritual. I got into
my uniform and proceeded to fix my first cup of wake up juice. At 5:30, I
woke Bryce and Jimmy so they would be awake when I had to leave for work at
5:45. When I heard a toilet flush, I knew one of the boys were awake. I saw
both boys in their bathrobes come down for a cup of coffee. "Morning Dad."
The boys said together.
	I was fixing my second cup in my travel mug. "Hi guys. Sleep well?"
They each nodded their head as I kissed them good bye on my way out the
door. I started the Ram and was off to meet the day.
	I went to the kitchen area at the station to fix my final cup of
coffee when Dave handed me a sealed envelope. I finished fixing my coffee
then proceeded to read this letter.
	"Just fucking great!" I said. "This wasn't supposed to happen until
next time." I had just been informed that I was to be the lead instructor
for the upcoming First Responder's class. I had three weeks to prepare for
this class. I know the material since I have taught it before but I like a
full thirty days to review my material and check the handouts and visual
aids. I will have assistants but I like my things in order. This will blow
Bryce's mind. "Are you assigned the class too, Dave?"
	Dave nodded his head as we went in duty room. The incoming day
shift and outgoing night shift were both talking so I went an checked my
vehicle. Someone had used it and left it a mess. I switched the siren on
full blast and got everyone's attention. "Who used my vehicle and left it
like this?" A rookie paramedic stepped foward.
	"You have 15 minutes to clean this vehicle from top to bottom." I
barked.
	Just then the Squad's captain stepped up and yelled "I gave him
permission to use it?"
	I fired back. "And leave it like a fucking shit hole? How about I
do that to one of your units? Huh? Don't start Captain. You know the rules
for the paid staff's equipment. It can be used but it must be returned
cleaned, refuled and undamaged. Go look at it!" I was pissed. I just
pointed to my new Dodge Ram Charger.
	 He walked into his office and slammed the door and I was right
behind him. "Listen Captain. Don't you ever treat me like that again. You
just let him get away with that. I don't ever jump on the volunteers
because I know they don't get paid but every person who uses the paid
members things know how to return the gear. Why was my unit needed? There
are plenty of back up units?"
	"The other Dodge went down and no one could get into the office
where the spare keys were kept for the extra units. It won't happen again,
Mark." He said.
	The captain knew I was right and I always respected the
volunteers. He knew he was in no postion to try to use his rank either. I
wore the silver oak leaf of a Lieutenant Colonel to his Captains bars.
	Suddenly I heard a voice. "Mr. Thomas, you truck is ready." The
young paramedic said.
	I saw the Ram shining. The entire shift had the vehicle washed and
vaccuumed inside and out. "I turned and looked at him. "Don't you ever
smoke in my truck again! Do you read me!?!"
	You could have heard a pin drop when I said that. Everyone in the
station knew I hate cigarette smoke and it is not allowed in my vehicle.
	"Yeeessss sir." Was all he could say.
	I walked by Dave. He never said a word because he knew me. Dave was
a smoker and he knew I didn't have a problem with that excapt I would not
ride in his vehicle because I couldn't stand the smell. We had learned to
adjust over the years and were used to each other.
	A great fucking way to start the day. I could only hope the rest of
the day went better than it started. It did. Actually the day flew by. It
was now 5:50 and I was pulling back into my parking place.  During the
course of the day, I managed to stop at an auto parts store and purchased
several peel and stick signs that said NO SMOKING. I put them in both the
front and back seat area and there was even an air deodorizer that said NO
SMOKING hanging from the mirror. I hope they got the message.
	I signed out and went over to my Ram. I thought about Bryce. I
wonder what he will say when he finds out I'm the lead instructor. I'll
just level with him and it should be fine. I turned the corner and no one
was outside. Yes, I thought. They are actually doing their homework so I
don't have to get on their case.
	Suddenly the front door burst open and one 12 year old followed by
a 15 year old came flying out at mach one. "What in the name of Sweet Fanny
Adams is going on!?! Get overe here!!!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs.
	Bryce was soaked except for his shorts. I think he may have been in
the shower. He came walking over with Jimmy over his shoulder. "Bryce Moore
reporting as ordered sir. Permission to flush his head in the loo, sir?"
Bryce said giving me an Aussie salute.
	"Denied! We don't want to get it clogged." I said. "Now what's
going on here? Did he flush the toilet while you were in the shower again?"
	Bryce snapped back to attention and said. "Aye aye. That he did,
sir. Not once but twice."
	"Ooh!" I said. I thought for a moment about what would be a
suitable punishment for Jimmy. Then I said. "You can't flush his head in
the toilet but you are free to give him a pink belly."
	Bryce snapped to attention and saluted again saying. "Aye, aye
sir. Permission to carry on?"
	I returned his salute and said. "Granted, but don't leave any
bruises." Then I went inside the house as Bryce was giving Jimmy what for
on his bare stomach.
	After about ten minutes of listening to Jimmy get tortured, I was
about to go and break it up when both boys came in and Jimmy was sporting a
very red stomach. I asked him. "Did you finally learn your lesson?"
	"Never." was all he said.
	"Hey get back here." I said.
	"Yes sir." Jimmy said.
	"Look, I don't want a war between you two because someone might get
hurt." I admonished.
	"Yeah, he will." Jimmy said heading upstaris.
	"Come back down here. I didn't say you were done yet." I satrted
saying.
	"What Dad?" Jimmy said now holding his super soaker water rifle.
	"Oh no you don't!" I said. "Bryce front and center, now!" They
appeared in front of me. "Look, this ends right now. Do I make myself
clear?"
	Both boys hung their heads. "Yes sir." Both said in unison.
	"Good. Now go finish your homework. Bryce, wait a minute." I told
them.
	I handed Bruce the letter I got at work. "Great, everyone will
think I'm your pet, Dad." Bryce repiled.
	"No they won't." I assured him. "And besides, what father would
take it easy on their own child? They want them to be better than everybody
else and I'm no exception."
	Bryce suddenly looked worried when he realized what I had said. "I
think it's going to be a long program." Then he gave me a hug and went back
upstairs to finish his work.
	Both boys were doing quite well in their classes. Even Jimmy with
all his problems in English was passing. Before we knew it, the first First
Responder's class was here. I dropped Jimmy at Dave's house and he rode
with us to the station. Class was to begin at 1930 hours (7:30 PM) but we
knew there would be one or more participants with registration problems so
we arrived early.
	While Dave and I were taking care of the new students, the rescue
squad held it's business meeting. There were two people scheduled to take
the First Responder's class so the meeting was short and right to the
point.
	Terry Adams announced there were two people seeking membership into
the squad. First was George Grissom, a 42 year old retired Navy Master
Chief Hospital Corpsman and Bryce Moore. Since Bryce was 15, there were
strict guidelines he had to follow. He had received a copy of the policies
when he finished his application. The candadates left the room to await the
vote and both were elected. After the election, Terry introduced both new
members to the group.
	All of station five members who were scheduled to take the first
responders course headed across the hall. They checked in with Dave and
were told to be in their seats by 7:30. That gave them a fifteen minute
break to do what ever they need to and be ready to start.
	As soon as my watched beeped letting me know it was time, I began
speaking. I introduced myself and recognized Bryce as my son. I informed
them that he was simply another student just like everyone else and they
would all be treated the same. I introduced the other instructors and gave
my usual talk about doing their best and joining a proud organization on
volunteers.
	Dave had the training for tonight so I just hung around and
assisted when necessary. The class went smoother than we had expected. It
never seem to fail that sometime during the class, the station alarm would
go off and the class would be disrupted while those on duty, answered the
call.
	After the class, Bryce and I stopped at Dave's, to drop him off and
get Jimmy. I wanted someone to keep an eye on him so he would get his
homework finished. I know he would do his work, but I didn't want to have
to be up until 11 while he dilly dallied around.
	The classes were proceeding smoothly and the boys were doing well
in school. Life had become quite routine. I hadn't had to get on my
attorney because of the threats of one Mr. Tom Collins. although, I still
had this nagging suspicion that I hadn't heard the last from this man and I
was right.
	It was now the first of May and the boys would be getting ready to
start taking their final exams in preparation for summer vacation. We had
looked foward to a relaxing weekend at home not doing much of anything. I
had had a particularly hectic week. I had responded on 15 calls myself and
assisted on another 40. Normally I would only handle calls where there were
multiple victims, but for some reason, we were very short handed.
	I had just awoke and fixed my first cup of coffee when the phone
rang. Now I can't organize anything until I have had at least one cup of
coffee and now I was expected to carry on a converstion with none. Fat
chance, I thought.
	"Hello." I managed
	"G'day." The voice replied. "Is this Mr. Mark Thomas?"
	Thank God for simple questions. I took a quick gulp of wake up
juice and said. "Yes, this is he."
	"Mr. Thomas, this is Tom Collins. I'm Bryce's father." the voice
said.
	Suddenly I was very awake. "How did you get my private number?" I
bellowed.
	"From the solicitor here in Asutralia." He answered. "I'm in New
York right now but I will be landing at your airport in about two and a
half hours."
	"I hope you don't expect someone to roll out the red carpet when
you arrive because that won't happen." I said very sarcastically. "Just
what are you planning?"
	"I want to see my son." He asked.
	"When hell freezes over." I snapped back.
	"I have a court order from..." He started but I cut him off.
	"You can have an order signed by the Queen herself and it wouldn't
matter. We are in America not Australia." I fired back. "So you might as
well toodle your ass right back to Sydney and stay the fuck away from
here." I slamed the phone down. I did it so hard, I broke the thing. Just
great I thought. Now I need a new phone. I went and took the old cordless
from the guest room and brought it into the kitchen.
	I hadn't realized it but, I had not been very quiet during my
conversation with Mr. Collins. In fact, I was shouting at the top of my
lungs and I woke up both Jimmy and Bryce. The fact that I woke up Jimmy was
significant. You see, he could sleep through an earthquake.
	"What was that all about, Dad?" Jimmy asked rubbing his eyes. He
was standing there in just his FOL's with his usual morning hard on.
	"Yeah, Dad. What gives?" Bryce added.
	I finished my first cup of coffee and poured my second while trying
to figure out how to answer their question. "Well Bryce, a man who claims
to be your father is in Ner York and is one his way here. I know he dosen't
have a clue to where we live but still he is on his way." I took a gulp of
hot coffee and finished answering thier question. "I need to contact
Mr. Rosen to find out what our options are."
	Jimmy looked worried and Bryce had a blank expression on his
face. I couldn't read anything from his look.
	Jimmy saw that look also and said. "Hey bro, a penny for your
thoughts."
	"You'd have change coming back, mate." Bryce answered. "I never
knew me Dad and now he wants to waltz in like everything is fine. The bloke
took off when he learned me mum was pregnant and never gave her so much as
a dime to help. He told her to get rid of it. But you can see what her
answer was. As far as I'm concerned, he can just knicker off!"
	Jimmy came over and put his arm around his waist and held him close
saying. "It's OK, man. You're here with us and we won't let anything happen
to you."
	I picked up the phone and called Neil at home. He was haveing his
coffee likewise. "Neil, sorry to bother you at home but we have a problem
here. That guy who is claiming to be Bryce's father is on his way here with
an order from an Australian court in Sydney. I don't have any idea what it
says. He will land in about two hours and I don't want him anywhere near
Bryce."
	"I'm afraid it's not that simple Mark." Neil started.
	"What the hell are you telling me, Neil?" I shot back. My voice was
raising again. You mean he can take my son and I can't do shit about it?"
	"I didn't say that, Mark." Neal said in a clam voice. Well I
thought, at least one of us was calm. "He can't take Bryce anywhere but the
order gives him the right to be heard in court."
	I had gulped down my second cup of coffee and was beginning to
think rationally. "Look Neil, I told this guy that he had to submit to a
blood test to prove his claim of paternity and he flatly refused."
	Neil replied. "I know what he said. I spoke with Mr Waters in
Australia after you and he tied into it the last time you two spoke."
	"Well, what did you expect me to do?" I snapped back. "Just open my
front door and say here you go my good man, here's my son now have a nice
life!?!"
	Neil fired back. "My my, touchy aren't we?"
	"Not funny. You know what I went through with Jimmy when his mother
died. I'm not about to go through anything like that again." I snipped.
	"OK, ok." Neil said. "Here's what I'll do. I meet him at the
airport and get him settled into that hotel and find out what it is he
actually wants. He may not even want coustody. He may just want to visit
the boy and spend some time with him."
	"No! Unacceptable!" I said. "He will not come in here and upset
Bryce with claims that have no basis or fact. I will not put him through
that. It's not fair to Bryce."
	Neil sighed. He knew he couldn't win here. "Alright, you win
Mark. I will find out what he wants and inform him that he must submit to a
blood test if he intends on making any claim of peternity."
	I sighed. "Finally you heard what I was saying. No blood, no boy! I
won't even produce him."
	"Alright." Neil said. I'll be in touch."
	The boys still had that look as if to say. "OK, what gives?"
	I took a deep breath and said. "Here it is. Neil will find out what
it is he's up to and inform him that if he intends to make any claim on you
Bryce, he must submit to a blood test to prove he is your father. If he is,
I don't know what will happen. That's up to the court but since you are
almose of legal age, I would think you would have some say in this matter."
	Bryce thought about that for a moment and said. "Well Dad, you
already know my answer. He can to straight to bloody hell. I don't want
anything to do with him."
	I thought that this topic had been assaulted enough for one
day. "You guys hungry?" I asked. Knowing full well that the only thing
these guys like more than food was sex.
	They started jumping up and down and holloring when Jimmy looked at
Bryce and said. "I don't think you can walk in the looking like that. What
do you want to do, scare all the customers away?"
	Bryce realized what he was talking about. He shucked his shorts and
said with a giggle. "Sure thing, mate. More food for rest of us."
	He had his bare butt right mear my hand. I smacked his ass and he
jumped saying. "Hey, what gives?"
	"Go get dressed or we stay home." I said trying to look angry.
	The boys flew up the stairs and dressed quickly. While things were
quiet, I wondered what was going on with Neil and Mr. Collins.
	When I was wating on the boys, I received a call from Davey asking
if everything was alright. I told him they wewre and he asked to tell Jimmy
that he would see him later. I decided to email Neil a photo of Bryce so
that he could see if there was any resemblance in Bryce and this man.
	After we returned, Davey came over and the boys went outside to
play leaving me to my thoughts. This had to be the longest day of my
life. I had almost wished that I was on duty. At least I would have
something to occupy my mind.
	At 12:30, Neil came over to the house. I let him in and asked him
if he wanted some coffee. He passed so I asked him to fill me in.
	Neil sat down and opened his briefcase and handed me the order from
Austraila. He said. "Mark, I am glad you sent me the photograph of
Bryce. It made things easier to figure out."
	I looked at him and asked. "You don't believe him do you?"
	He handed me a photograph of the person who called himself Tom
Collins and I'm glad I was sitting down. I gasped when I looked at
it. "Holy shit!" I said. "Is this right?" I had always believed that
somewhere in this world, we all had a twin.
	Neil closed his case and said. "If I hadn't met the man in person I
wouldn't have believed him. He did agree to the blood test, Mark."
	I sat back and tried to make sense of all I had just learned. The
person who said he was Bryce's father was, at least on the surface, telling
the truth. What the blood test will confirm may only seal the fact that he
is indeed Bryce's blood father. What I needed Neil to do now, is find out
why this person suddenly came foward? "Neil, did he say anything that could
shed some light on why he has decided to come foward now?"
	Neil shook his head no and stood up to leave. "He will be going
over to the hospital this afternoon to have the lab draw his blood for the
DNA test. The results will take a few days to get the results back. They
have Bryce's and his mothers results on file so when his are done, they
will make the comparrison and let us know of the results."
	Great, school is closed until Thursday while teachers prepare for
final exams and had put in for the time off so I would be here to watch the
boys. I have just sentenced myself to three days of pure hell. The rest of
Saturday went by like we were in slow motion.
	Sunday, however was a different story. We all went to church then
decided to rent a boat and do a little fishing. I hadn't taken Jimmy in
quite some time so he we more than anxious while Davey and Bryce, on the
other hand, weren't quite sure of what to make of it all. Once we got out
onto the water, they had the time of their life. I had to admit that even I
had fun.
	Soon, the sun was going down and we had a boat full of fish. I
called Mary and asked her if she would be willing to prepare dinner. She
said she would be happy to since they all loved fresh fish.
	Sally began fixing cole slaw and Dave began preparing his famous
corn bread. Mary began fixing the batter the fish would be dipped into
before frying.
	When we got back to the dock, Jimmy and I began cleaning the
fish. Bryce checked the boat back in and Davey took all the tackle and
stored it in the Ram. In no time, the fish were cleaned, gutted, filleted
and put on ice. Then it was on to Dave's house.
	When we pulled into the driveway, there were three happy but tired
boys. Mary took the container of fish out of the cooler and took it
straight to the kitchen. Dave handed me a beer and we went and sat down in
the den while the women prepared the feast.
	After we stuffed ourselves silly the boys cleaned up the
kitchen. We thanked the Anderson's for fixing the catch of the day. Dave
admitted that this was something we needed to do again.
	By the time we got home, all three of the boys were ready for
bed. I did, however, require showers since we all smelled like salt water
and fish. I locked the front door and went directly to my shower. My
clothes could have been used for bait based on their smell. I stepped into
the shower and let the hot water relax every muscle in my body. Soon,
however, I felt something else around my body. It was Bryce and he his head
burried into my neck nuzzleing me.
	"I love you, Dad." He hissed into my ear.
	The next thing I knew I was locked, loaded and ready to fire. I
quickly turned around to Bryce and just held him and I fought to regain
control of my body. When I felt my flag pole lower, I finished my shower
and went to bed. This kid had some effect on me. My prick starts think it's
a teen-ager again.
	I crawled into bed and had my God spooned against my chest with his
back and butt. That was the last thing we knew as we both drifted off to
sleep.

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What will the blood test show? Who is this person and what does he want
with Bryce. Find out in Chapter 17.