Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 14:23:19 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: traveling salesman - chapter 5

THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my
fantasies.  Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental.
Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult
and a teen-ager.  If this type of material offends you, do NOT read
further.

However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY!

---

CHAPTER 5

Jason was beginning to grow quite strong, and during his sophomore year,
Jason had begun to utilize the school weight room.  The private pictures I
took of Jason during his stay with me, only illustrated this fact.  Jason
actually took pride in his development, and would continue to walk around
our home almost completely naked.  I never complained!

The point is the boy was becoming a man.  A fact I knew would happen, but
wasn't at all prepared for.  Although he was also becoming quite popular in
school, Jason never really strayed from the house.  Sure, there was an
occasional sleep over, but otherwise, it was my Jason and I.  Again, I
didn't complain.

We closed up the house, and hopped into our cab for the airport.  I've been
to London a couple times, but Jason had never been out of the country, so
this would be yet again another new adventure for my boy.

Though the plane trip was long, we hardly slept.  The excitement of an
adventure in a foreign country kept us from sleeping.

Our new passports in hand, we drudged through Customs and answered the
usual barrage of questions, answering them succinctly and declaring
nothing.  Our Mercedes taxi was nothing like the Florida limousine, but we
were escorted to our designated hotel in fair time.

"First time in Her Majesty's Country," the driver asked?

"Oh yes, and it's so beautiful," Jason declared before I even had a chance
to open my mouth.  His excitement was enough for both of us, and I couldn't
help but get wrapped up in it.

There is a certain joy that comes with accompanying a young man on such a
trip.  As I've grown older, I tend to take things for granted, and am not
always as observant as I should be.  Jason, on the other hand, doesn't miss
a single detail, and was quickly pointing things out along the way.  "Look
over there.  Oh, My God, check that out.  Isn't that cool?  Look at that.
Oh man, this is awesome."  I swear I must be getting too slow, because just
as I'd focus on one object Jason had pointed out, he was off pointing in
another direction.  It was almost too much.  But, I had to admit, Jason was
experiencing London for the first time, and it reminded me of how breath
taking I thought it was the first time I visited.  Why, the architecture
alone is enough to leave you winded.  London, and especially the outskirts
are so elegant, extravagant and rich, and I was anxious to show Jason
everything.

We retired to our room to rest.  I was beat, despite Jason's enthusiasm, I
couldn't continue without taking a break.

The hotel was not as glamorous as I had hoped, but since the arrangements
were made by my company, and paid for, I couldn't complain.  Still, it was
comfortable and offered an interesting view of several shops and alleyways,
including the Covent Garden Market.  Out front of our hotel was a street
artist, and I vowed to get a portrait of Jason and I before we left.

I think that as Jason gets older, I treat him as though he were getting
younger instead of more mature.  Such was the case this time as well.
Jason insisted that he be allowed to roam the hotel and streets outside.
All I wanted to do was rest, and Jason was adamant that he be allowed to go
alone.  Although London is certainly not the Middle East, we were never the
less, in a foreign country, and I refused to let him out of my sight.  So
much so, that during the seminar, I insisted that he occupy a seat in the
conference hall as I spoke.  This part he didn't seem to mind.  In fact, at
some points, he would smile at me, and expressed how proud he was to be "my
son."  It was a touching moment that earned him hugs and kisses, to be
sure.

However, his desire for an escapade from the hotel, after just arriving was
not something I was prepared to deal with.

After refusing his request, I promised Jason that we'd have plenty of
exploration time, and began to undress for a late afternoon nap.  Jason's
eyes shifted almost immediately from the window to me.  The light in his
eyes indicated that he had ideas of his own that had nothing to do with
escaping from his hotel prison.

Jason walked to me, placed his hands on my face cheeks, as I had done to
him several times, and kissed me.  It was at this moment I realized how
much Jason had grown.  His eyes were in even line with mine, and as I gazed
into them, I saw from Jason more love and affection than I had experienced
prior, nor have experienced since.  His hazel eyes shown brightly and a
smile appeared on his tender lips.  "Are you sure you want to sleep right
now?"

I don't care how tired I am, or how distracted I may get, when that boy
offers himself to me, I FIND the energy.  I embraced Jason tightly, as I
pulled the both of us backwards to the bed.  "I love you more than life
itself, Jason."

He giggled, and smiled, and kissed me again.  This time his kiss held more
passion, as he began caressing and undressing me.  Jason and I had
developed a very efficient and quite romantic means of undressing each
other, without ever veering our eyes from one another.

Soon enough, Jason and I lay naked as the day we were born, and just as
warm.  I felt my body tingle as his skin touched mine, and the tingles went
directly to my swelling cock.  I could feel the lower veins pulsing and
pushing my man flesh forward.  As my cock brushed against Jason's balls on
its way forward, Jason jumped a little.  Or perhaps just readjusted, so as
to allow his own rising dick a little more freedom.  I felt his cock bounce
against my belly, and I immediately reached down to grasp it, and hold it,
and lovingly caress it.

There is no question that I love Jason's dick.  It's one of his finest
attributes, and the full development of pubic hair above his dick, and the
thickening strands on his balls, were both treasures that I loved to
thoroughly examine with my tongue.  Jason knew this fact and began sliding
upward on the bed, allowing me access to his manhood.

I wasted no time as I engulfed the shaft of his cock to the very base of
it.  I inhaled deeply, trying to permanently paint my nostrils with his
aroma.  Despite the long flight, Jason still smelled fresh.  I moved my
mouth back to the head of his dick, and began my tongue dance upon his piss
slit.  This always makes Jason precum much more, and he likes the feeling
of having the end of his dick fucked by my tongue.

Jason slowly began to rotate his body, and move his head to my own hard,
leaking cock.  In our favorite sixty-nine position, we both enjoyed our
afternoon lunch of man sausage.

As Jason began to massage my balls, I could feel my own load beginning its
lift off sequence.  Since I wanted us to cum together, I began rubbing his
balls, and fingering the sensitive skin around his boy hole.

As soon as I stuck a single finger into Jason's ass, he exploded into my
hungry mouth.  Each blast was stronger than the last, and as I began to
taste his load, I too exploded into Jason's hot mouth.

Jason had mastered the skills that I taught him, and didn't miss a single
drop of my love juices.  I returned the favor and even began cleaning off
his softening dick.

After a few minutes of giving each other a gentle loving tongue bath, Jason
moved around so that our eyes once again were aligned.  He smiled, kissed
me once on the lips, set his head down on his arm, and before I could tell
him again that I loved him, the deepening sounds of his sleeping breath
were upon me.

I pulled the bedspread around us for warmth, and dozed off to dreaming of
Jason and I.  It was, after all, the only subject that I did dream of.
This dream, however, was different.

In most of my dreams, Jason and I are happy and loving, and never apart.
This time, I dreamt of Susan, Jason's mother.  She came to me asking where
Jason was, almost screaming at me.  As I frantically looked around, I
couldn't see him.

I turned and turned, looking here and there.  He was gone.  It was that
simple, he was gone!  I grabbed Susan by the arms.  "We have to find him.
I love him.  He's my life now.  You don't understand, Susan, we have to
find him."

Susan and I begin running, and it seems that the faster we run, the slower
we progress.  Then, Susan and I are in a dark tunnel, and we're running
again.  I trip and fall, and realize that we're running along a track of
some kind.  Then, a whistle, louder and louder.  I can see Susan running
towards a light on the far end of the tunnel.  "Stop, Susan.  Come back.
Don't go that way.  Susan!"  The whistle gets louder and louder and I can't
even hear myself screaming anymore.  Susan isn't listening and keeps
running away from me.

I hear the screech of the train wheels against the metal track, and I feel
the vibrations against my stomach.  Then the scream.  "Susan....NOOOOOO!"

---

I sat up in the bed, as I heard the last of my scream exit my mouth.
"Rick, are you okay?"  Jason shakes me awake, and I remember where I am.  I
look at Jason, and then hug him, so tightly that he almost loses his
breath.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight, do you hear me?  Never!"  "It's
okay, Rick, I'm here.  It was just a bad dream.  I'm not going anywhere."

His words hit me and I realize that I'm not making any sense.  I begin to
relax and breathe normally again, and as I lay back, Jason used a towel to
dry the sweat from my face and neck.  Then, Jason rested his head on my
chest.  "Easy, Rick, it's okay.  I love you, Rick, I love you."

---

Despite the weirdness of the dream, the rest of our London visit went off
without further dreams of Susan.  I was grateful.  Not certain why I was
dreaming of her in the first place left me uneasy and wondering.  And
although I didn't discuss the details of the dream with Jason, I think he
could sense of feeling of uneasiness in me.

To break up the trip and focus on something more positive, I arranged for a
South Bank tour, which included a visit to Shakespeare's Theatre, the
Houses of Parliament, and an interesting O-X-O Tower.  Jason giggled when
he saw this one, and commented that someone didn't know how to play
Tic-Tac-Toe correctly.

We took several pictures, and as promised, re-visited the street artist on
our way back into the hotel, and arranged for a spectacular portrait of
Jason and I.  The dream forgotten, and my presentation behind me, I was
enjoying the trip.  I felt relaxed and comfortable and Jason was enjoying
the sites.  Jason was becoming his playful self again, and I was reacted
joyfully to it.

---

We parted London for the States, and though we hated to leave, we missed
home and were anxious to get back.  The long flight back home was a bit
more relaxing and Jason and I managed to snuggle up enough to sleep most of
the flight.  With only an occasional odd look from passersby, Jason
remained by my side the entire trip.

We arrived home, unpacked, and settled back into our routine.  Jason spent
most of his free time on the beach near the house, especially during the
day when I was at my office.

Three weeks passed and still my dreams were filled with only happy moments
of Jason and I.  I never realized a single person could bring such joy and
happiness.

Then, on a particularly cold and windy night, the dream appeared again,
this time, with more intensity.

---

I reached for Susan, and touched her arm.  It gave much more easily than I
thought an arm should give.  I released it, and looked at my hand.  I was
instantly drenched in Susan's bright red lifeblood.  I pressed my hand to
her arm again in a desperate attempt to stop the on pouring of blood.

"Rick, watch him.  Watch over him, Rick, please."  It was only a faint
whisper, and then just as quickly as her words came, they disappeared.

I was sitting in the middle of a huge field, covered with thousands and
thousands of white daises.  Everywhere you could see nothing but white
flowers.  Strange I thought for such a large field that no aroma appeared.

I was startled by a touch on my shoulder.  I turned to look and saw Susan.
She was wearing a flowing white gown that wisped and twirled.  Her hazel
eyes sparkled bright.  I had forgotten just how beautiful they were, and
remembered how much I adored Jason's eyes.  Susan leaned in and kissed me
on the forehead.  "Thank you, Rick, thank you for watching over my boy.  I
was right to choose you, I never doubted it.  Not for one second.  Thank
you, Rick...thank you."

She began to float upward, and I could feel my arm reaching for her, trying
desperately to bring her back to earth.  "Don't leave, Susan...wait, Susan,
wait."

---

"Rick," shaking me intently, "Rick, wake up.  You're dreaming again.
Rick!"  Jason was trying to wake me, and as I opened my eyes, I realized I
was already sitting up in bed.  Jason hugged me tightly and as my breathing
returned to normal, I hugged him back.

Now I don't normally hold a lot of stock in dreams, especially since mine,
up to this point, had been pretty harmless.  But this was scaring the hell
out of me.  Why was Susan visiting me?  What was the message I was supposed
to hear?  Was it simply an unspoken gratefulness?  Or something far more?

As Jason gently caressed my hair, I began to doze back to sleep,
comfortable in his arms.  Jason, however, had other plans to chase away the
bad dreams.

As he was caressing my hair with one hand, he reached over and began to
caress my leg with the other, making small circular motions at first, and
then broadening his reach towards my inner thigh.  With each motion, he was
reaching closer, teasingly to my crotch.  Jason always knew how to start my
engine, and he was doing a great job this time too.

Still closer and closer, until he finally brushed against my sensitive
balls.  My dick sprang awake and pushed against his hand.  "So, I guess you
aren't ready to go back to sleep after all," he giggled.  Little tease, I
thought.

I decided to do a little teasing of my own, and started brushing his inner
thighs and rubbing his balls.  I guess Jason already beat me to the
starting gate, because as I touched his dick, I discovered he was fully
erect and ready for some intense lovemaking.

I smiled at him, and he kissed me.  That was all it took.  I had Jason
rolled onto his stomach, and my face buried into those cute butt cheeks
that I had grown so fond of.

After some vigorous tongue lashing, Jason's moans indicated that he was
ready for me.  I lubed my stiff cock with our favorite Cherry Almond oil
and pointed the tip of my hot dick at his boy hole.  The touch of it made
Jason inhale deeply, and I softly touched his cheeks and said, "Relax,
Baby."

He took my command immediately and relaxed his whole body.  The head of
dick slid right in, and I hardly made any effort for the rest of my shaft
to follow.  Soon enough, Jason completely enveloped my cock.

Jason and I had been making love for several months now, and he had
developed quite a technique for giving both of us the most pleasure.  We
were in tune with each other and it was wonderful.

I began to shift my hips, pushing and pulling my hard dick in and out of
his wonderful boy pussy.  Jason matched my movements with his own hips, and
we continued this love dance for what seemed like hours.

The sweat from my body trickled down onto his, and I would lean in to lay
my body on his, using our slippery sweat as a natural lubricant for our
bodies.

My pulse quickened and I could feel my body tense.  The boiling cum in my
boils was making its way forward, and I knew I would blast into Jason at
any moment.  I didn't hold back, and pushed further and deeper into Jason's
hot tight ass.  Jason moaned at this, and I knew I was hitting his
prostrate.  I pushed again, and I could feel his ass tighten around me.
Then, as Jason inhaled again, I felt his body tense.  He moaned and tensed,
as the first rush of boy cum squirted from his dick onto the bed sheets.

The tightening of his dick was enough to send me shooting, and I emptied my
balls into Jason's ass.

As my dick softened and I pulled out of Jason, and small trail of cum
followed, hit Jason's balls, and stayed there.  I reached down, and bathed
Jason's balls with my tongue, scooping up the remaining juice into my
mouth.

We lay calmly next to each other, just holding each other.  Our dicks
softening back to sleep, and our minds following shortly after.

---

The next day was like any other.  Off to work for meetings and proposals,
and all the boring details that a salesman must endure.  And, still, the
dream kept popping into my head.  It began to feel more real than dream, as
if I could actually hear Susan's voice.  A couple of times, like a fool, I
turned around to see if she were behind me, speaking to me.  Of course, she
wasn't, and I would look around to see if anyone else noticed my
foolishness.

---


The waves were spectacular and for those boys that love the beach and the
entire splendor that the ocean has to offer, today was the day of days.
Jason wasted no time in hitting the water.  Since moving to California,
Jason had become quite the water baby.  Swimming and surfboarding were new
experiences that Jason never had the chance to have in New England.  But
here, everything seemed possible.

His love for me was growing by the day, and the new surfboard was just one
of many presents that I gave to him.

Jason spent a couple hours, shortly after dawn, enjoying wave after
intensive wave.  Jason was becoming more and more skilled in his
"boarding," and would try new and more daring techniques.  His ultimate
goal was to surf the "tunnel" that every boarder brags about.  For Jason,
that was still a way off.  Jason was determined to keep working his skills
and balance, and was getting better and better.

A few more waves, and I'll head back for lunch, Jason thought to himself.
I can't miss Rick's call.  Over the summer, I made a practice of calling
Jason over the lunch hour.  Just to say hello, ask about his day, and make
our plans for the evening's activities.

The first wave passed, small, not much of a challenge, but upon looking
back, a much larger wave was on its way.  Jason could tell by the swell of
the water that this wave was the one to master.  He turned his board around
and began the swim towards the wave.  You have to hit these things head on,
he thought.  No fear.  Just before reaching the wave, Jason turned again
facing the beach, prepared to stand on his board for his ride back down.
So smooth and elegant was Jason's approach.  Perfect, he thought.

The monster wave swelled further and gained momentum, and Jason could see
the approaching crest on each side of him.  Successfully standing on the
board, Jason began to maneuver back and forth, practicing his skill and
adding new twists of his body.  Soon enough, he had the glorious feeling of
being one with the wave.

Jason made every effort to ride this wave to the very end of it.  And it
wasn't until he was almost upon the beach that he decided it was time to
"bail out."  However, the monster had a mind of its own.  The two crests
that Jason had seen earlier took on a new life, and began rapidly closing
in on him.  The left one caught the side of his board and flipped him
backwards.  The right one toppled over him and pushed him towards the sand
base.  The outward movement of the beach water pushed him again and tossed
Jason in circles, causing him to lose his directional orientation.  Which
was up, or down for that matter?

Swimming and struggling against the strong current, Jason tried to maneuver
to the surface.  Just as his head broke the water line, another stronger
wave splashed against his surfaced board, and the tie rope pulled against
Jason's leg, sending him under the water again, before he had a chance to
gasp for air.

Swirling and spinning, he pulled on the rope to free himself, and began to
get tangled in the line.  He desperately swam for the surface again, this
time only able to use his arms.  Each stroke became weaker and he could
feel the lower half of his body becoming numb.

As he once again broke the water line, he immediately gasped for air.
Swallowing a bit of seawater, he began to cough and choke.  Another gasp of
air, all the while still trying to free his legs.

The monster wasn't finished, and another wave splashed over Jason, sending
his board airborne.  The board quickly gave in to gravity, and smacked back
down onto the water.  It quickly slid forward and hit Jason on the back of
his head, immediately sending a rush of red lifeblood into the water.

The monster then engulfed Jason and twisted his limp, unconscious body
through the water, before finally lifting him and tossing him against one
of the pylons of the nearby pier.  He back smacked against the splintered
wood and another wave pushed him once more into the pier.

The monster, whose voracious appetite for young surfers, subsided and
relaxed back to its seaward home, waiting out it's next victim, leaving
Jason dangling from an edge of the pier pylon.

One of the other day surfers had seen the board rise up, and although he
hadn't seen a body, he knew that one had to be there.  Following the bright
yellow and red paint of the board, he discovered Jason lying on the pylon,
unconscious and bleeding.

---

It was shortly after my lunch meeting that the call came in.  My secretary,
Jackson, delivered the message.  A frightful sort of codger, Jackson was
not one for practical jokes and rarely did I see a smile on the man's face.
This was no exception, so I didn't get overly excited when he rushed into
my office.

"Mr. Thompson, this just came in.  You're wanted at Mercy Hospital
immediately.  It's Jason, he's been hurt."

I refused to believe Jackson.  Hurt by what?  I dialed home, and the phone
just kept ringing and ringing.  I was brought out of my shock when Jackson
snapped, "Here's your coat.  I'll cancel your afternoon meetings, don't
worry about a thing.  I hope he's okay."

I left my office, and broke several traffic laws rushing my worried self to
the hospital.  Had the dream come true?  Was I losing Jason?  Was I losing
my world, and my reason for such happiness in life?  Was he dead already?
NO!  I refused to let my imagination play with me.  Focus, Rick!  Damn it,
focus!

I swerved hard to avoid hitting a slow car, and the screech of the tires
reminded me that this little car was not made for the Indy 500.  I didn't
care.  I HAD to reach Jason; I had to see him, to touch him, to embrace
him, and care for him.  Just like I had been all this time.  ---

"Mr. Thompson?"  The doctor appeared in front of me in the crowded waiting
room where I was seated.  "Come with me, please."

I followed the white-coated physician to the hallway, where he began to
speak in an almost inaudible whisper.  "Your son has had a huge trauma.
We've got him stabilized, but he's not responding to medication.  We won't
know for some time what kind of damage he's experienced."

I was speechless.  This was all too surreal.  Jason.  My beautiful innocent
Jason.  I needed to see him.  I HAD to see him.  "I want to talk to him."
The fire and hurt in my eyes left a clear message to this doctor that I was
not going to take "no" for an answer.

"Mr. Thompson, there's something else you need to understand.  Jason is in
a coma.  He's not in pain, at least...we don't think he is, and he won't be
able to hear you."  Doctor's can be such fools.  I refused to let that boy
be alone.

Tears began to stream down my face, and I grabbed the doctor's arm.
"Listen to me, you ... you... I'm going in there.  Now, you can make this
easy, or you can call security, I don't give a shit.  I have to be with
him!"

"Come with me, then."  I was escorted to the Critical Care Unit, and
dressed in surgeon's clothes, including those paper slippers for your
shoes.  My mask tightly attached, I was then taken to room 6.  Even before
I could enter the doorway, the familiar "beep....beep....beep" of the heart
monitor could be heard.

It wasn't until I entered the room that the horror of what was happening
hit me.  With all the bandages Jason had, he looked more like a mummy
dressed for Halloween than the angelic boy I'd grown to love.  The wires
and machinery protruding from his body made him look like a freak science
experiment instead of an innocent 15-year-old boy.

I leaned in closer, and the small amount of exposed facial skin was
scratched and raw.  I paid no attention to the abrasions and kissed his
cheek.  Jason didn't move.  I had somehow convinced myself that my single
kiss would wake him, and he would ask me "when's lunch."  Instead, nothing,
not a single sound but the rhythmic noise of the breathing machine.
Ksssshhhhht....Ksssshhhhht.  And the constant beep-beep-beep of the heart
monitor.

I pulled a chair up to the bed, lay my head on his slow moving chest, and
prayed.  You might think I prayed to God, but you see, I'm not a very
religious person.  Stop believing in "Devine Intervention" when I was a
kid.  No, this time I prayed to the only "being" I could think of: Susan.
My prayer, barely audible to anyone but me, was interrupted by the nurse,
coming in to check on Jason's machines and do another set of "vitals."

She softly smiled at me, in that "I can't relate, but I feel sorry for you
anyway" kind of look.  "Talk to him, Mr. Thompson," she said as she rested
a hand on my shoulder.  "He'll hear you.  Let him know you're here."  Then,
just as quickly and quietly as she had arrived, she was gone.

I decided to take her advice, and I began to talk to Jason, softly,
intimately, about our life together.  The beach house; the Resort in
Florida; Remember Heath, I would ask him; the trip to London, that silly
X-O-X tower; our showers together; the first time we kissed; each moment as
I could remember it, I played back to him.  The tears draining from my eyes
seemed to have a life of their own, and I couldn't help but feel angry and
frustrated; hurt and discouraged; sad and alone.

I was whispering in Jason's ear now, so close I could feel the bandage
material on my lips.  "I love you, Jason, and I refuse to let you go.  You
come back to me, do you understand?  I won't let you go!"  I squeezed his
hand, and heard a small squeak behind me.  I turned and through teary eyes
saw the doctor standing in the doorway.

He moved forward to read one of the ticker tapes of Jason's heart machine,
made a few illegible scribbles on it, and then turned to me.  "It will be a
long night.  There's nothing else we can do but wait.  You're welcome to
stay with him, but I think you should get some rest."

"I won't leave," I said half sobbing, half angry.

"I understand.  I'll have a nurse bring you a blanket.  The next bed is
empty if you change your mind.  I'll be honest, Mr. Thompson, he may not
make it through tonight.  His vitals are weak and he's not responding to
the medication.  You'll have to decide what to do about the machines."

Like an angry bull at the coliseum, I instantly saw red, and my anger,
frustration and pain exploded on the doctor.  I leaped from my chair and
grabbed both his arms.  "Listen to me, you Son-of-a-Bitch, my boy is a
fighter.  He IS going to make it, and I'm not leaving him until he's awake.
Now, get the fuck out of my face and don't come back here or I'll report
you to every fucking agency that exists."

I pushed him backwards towards the door, and the doctor caught himself
before completely falling.  The shock on his face illustrated just how much
I had caught him by surprise, and it was evident that death was not
something this particular doctor encountered a lot of.  "I'm sorry," he
stammered, "I didn't mean to imply...of course, I'm sure you're right."  He
turned and left the room.

I resumed my post at Jason's bedside and once again lay my head on his
chest.  My strong boy's chest, moving so slowly up and down, in direct
rhythm with his machine.  I held his hand and began whispering do him
again.

At some point over the night, I dozed off.  I was certainly not my
intention, but human nature is a strong force.

---

Susan floated over me in her white gown, and as she drew near, my vision
was fuzzy, and I could barely make out the second silhouette that
accompanied her.  I reached for her, but was unable to touch her.  She held
his hand tightly and smiled at me.  "It was never planned for long,
Richard."  No one since my mother died had called me by my legal name.
"Like the hours of the day, time passes and so do the ones we love.  You've
been so kind and loving.  Thank you, Richard.  You're free now.  And, I'm
taking my boy home."

"No!" I screamed at her.

"Rick, it's okay."  As I heard the familiar voice, I forced my eyes shut,
for I knew if I saw the source of the tender sweet voice, it would fade
away.  But just like the uncontrollable current of a river, my eyes opened,
and I saw him, clearer and brighter than any day awake.  My Jason, my love,
my life, drifting above me.  He glowed in bright light and I stared
intently, trying to reach his eyes.  "I love you, Rick, and I'll be waiting
for you."

The silhouettes began to rise...higher and higher, and I stood and reached
for them.  "Jason, wait...please, come back, wait...I need you."

"Rick," I heard him call back, "Rick...Rick..."

---

"Rick?"  I forced my eyes open, and heard his voice, just barely above a
whisper.

Instantly, my eyes filled with tears again.  There, staring down at me with
his beautiful hazel eyes, was my Jason, awake and asking for me.  I
squeezed him tightly to me, and he began to cough.  I realized I was
probably squeezing his breath away.  "Oh, Jason, my dear sweet boy.  I knew
you'd come back to me, I just knew it."

"I saw her, Rick.  I saw mom.  She looked so beautiful.  I've missed her so
much.  I wanted to go with her, Rick.  I didn't want her to leave again.
But she said I wasn't done here yet, and I had to come back."  His eyes too
were streaming tears.

Anyone seeing the two of us would have thought we had lost our minds, as we
hugged, and cried together.  "I love you, Jason, and I'm here for you.  I
don't want you to ever leave; I'll always be here for you."

"She knows about us, Rick.  I told her.  She knows how much I love you, and
she hugged me and told me she knew.  She sent me back to you, Rick."  Then,
exhausted, Jason lay back and closed his eyes.  He continued to whisper,
"It was so stupid.  I never should have stayed on the wave that long.  I
couldn't get out.  I couldn't see.  I knew I was dead."

I could barely make out his tender face through my tears, both of joy, and
what could have been.

"Shhh.  Rest now, Angelboy, rest.  You're alive and with me, and you're
gonna be okay."  I squeezed his hand, and whispered to him over and over
that I loved him.

Jason drifted silently back to sleep, but just before hand, he opened his
eyes again, and whispered, "Please stay, Rick.  Don't go home yet.  Stay
with me."

"I'm not going anywhere, don't you worry.  I lost you once, I won't do it
again."

Jason smiled softly, as much as he could, and then dozed off to sleep.

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Hearing of the accident, Mr. Walker immediately flew Heath on a chartered
flight to our city.  Heath and I took turns staying with Jason, and
although the same quack doctor tried to quell Heath's visits, I stepped in
again and set the doctor straight.  From that point forward, I didn't see
that doctor again, and someone else took on Jason's care.

Jason was moved to the Intensive Care Unit two days later, and then to a
normal private room after one week.  With an occasional blurriness in
vision that soon passed, Jason showed no signs of any permanent damage, and
was released from Mercy Hospital after one more week.

The incident pulled me closer to Jason than I ever thought possible.  And
Heath stayed with us the entire time.  The two boys were almost
inseparable, and the three of us became quite a family.

Heath was a huge help and even insisted on helping Jason with his "physical
therapy."  We would all laugh whenever Heath would say this, as he always
winked at Jason ever timed he mentioned "physical therapy."  I was certain
I knew what he meant, but I never pushed the issue.

After four weeks, Heath returned home; but not before stealing of piece of
my heart, as well as Jason's.

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Jason and I are still together.  He's attending the University now, and I
must admit, becoming quite the popular student and jock.  He brags that the
Pro-Scouts keep watching him, and enticing him to leave the state.  But, he
tells them all no.  He says, "This is my home, and I'm never leaving."

Heath still visits occasionally, but never as often or for as long as we'd
like.  He's taking more responsibility at the Resort than he ever imagined,
and excitedly tells us how close he and his father have become.

I've never seen Susan again in my dreams.  Her pictures on still on the
walls of our home, and occasionally, I hear Jason praying to her.  I
quietly do the same.  I think it gives both of us a sense that she's still
here and in our lives, watching over us like some Devine Entity.

My relationship with Jason continues to grow and deepen.  Our love for each
other could never be described by mere words of expression.  And, when he
looks at me...really looks at me with those bright hazel eyes, I remember
why I fell in love with him all over again.

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I hope you've enjoyed the adventures of Rick and Jason.  I welcome comments
and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.