Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 14:40:08 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Young-But Daily Growing-Part 13

Young, But Daily Growing-Part 13

By Eff Del



We are often advised to follow our instincts when faced with a difficult
decision.

This is not always the best choice of action because our instincts are not
necessarily founded upon wisdom or even experience.



Sometimes, we must examine our heart and weigh what we find there against
our best thinking: often settling upon a middle ground between the two and
utilizing that as our compass.



When uncertain, the best course of action is to face the direction we have
selected and proceed to walk forward.  In this way, right or wrong, we are
certain to reach our chosen destination.



I surprised myself by not pouring another drink after the Professor had
left me with my thoughts.

Instead I went directly upstairs.



He had obviously fallen asleep while reading, his beautiful body stretched
out on the bed.  He was wearing grey boxer briefs (apparently he'd chosen
not to get completely undressed, just comfortable). His fine young legs
were slightly splayed, one arm extended at his side while the other lay
across his stomach. Beside him, his book rested where it had fallen from
his hand as sleep had overtaken him.



His mouth was slightly open and the sound of soft breathing came gently
past his full red lips. His silky black hair spilled in unruly fashion upon
the pillow.

His young beauty was almost too much for me to bear.



Moving quietly so as not to wake him, I slipped into the bathroom and
washed my tear streaked face.

Silently, I slipped out of my clothes and crept back into the bedroom.



Lowering the lights to "almost dark", I carefully moved his book to the
bedside table. Fetching a light blanket from the cedar chest at the foot of
the bed, I placed it over his sleeping form. I slipped under the same cover
and lay next to him.



He didn't move at all, while I lay tortured by the prodigious conflicts in
my mind.



Dr. Swaim's words all rang true. He was seldom wrong about things of any
importance and in my heart I felt he was right about this.

He wasn't wrong about Sean and he wasn't wrong about me.

The problem was reconciling these things with what I felt about myself.



They were so diametrically opposed that I felt there could be no happy
solution.

 I was sick in my heart and anguished in my soul and I saw no resolution
other than to follow my instinct and fight my monster on my own terms.



Sleep took me by surprise and sometime during the night, he rolled in close
to me and threw a leg and an arm across my body.



It was our first quiet morning.

We didn't laugh and even our smiles seemed forced and insincere. We talked
very little and what we did say was inconsequential.



He knew that I was leaving.

I knew WHY I was leaving.

 Neither of us was happy.



To my surprise, the Professor was seated at our table when we came down to
breakfast. He sipped his coffee and we exchanged rather somber greetings.



Sean was subdued as well. Even his morning hugs for Martha lacked their
usual enthusiasm.



Gazing over the rim of his coffee cup, Dr. Swaim spoke directly to me;



"I thought I'd join you this morning to see if any of your plans had
changed."



I didn't look at him pretending instead to concentrate on spearing a piece
for French toast with my fork.



"No...no nothing's changed. I've got a business appointment set for this
afternoon. My ...business will keep me occupied until Friday."



I wanted desperately to lighten up the atmosphere. I turned to Sean and
said;



"I expect that by the time I get back, you'll have become quite the
fisherman." He looked at me blankly and nodded his head. He returned his
attention to his breakfast plate not saying a word.



"Have no fear of that. I expect great feats of angling from this young man.
I suspect there will be fabulous yarns to be told of his prowess."

 Dr. Swaim was suddenly my ally in attempting to ease the tension for Sean.



"Since I'm here, I'll help Sean pack up some things for the next couple of
days and we can head out to Fish Camp together. This way you can have John
take you right to the airport."



I wasn't even planning on bringing an overnight bag with me since I kept a
complete wardrobe at the apartment in the city so there was no reason not
to take advantage of his offer.



"What you are about to do, do quickly." He said looking at me pointedly.



He was quoting Jesus' words to Judas from the gospel of John. The
implication was not lost on me.



Sean didn't know what was actually going on. He just knew I was leaving and
I think he suspected that it was more than just a business meeting. He
sensed instinctively that something was not right.

 He was very unhappy about it.



I got down on my knee so that I could look at him face to face and kissed
his little cheeks as I hugged him.

He had thrown his arms around me and he pulled me tightly acting as if he'd
never let go.

Finally, he broke the embrace and managed to smile at me and bravely
attempted to sound cheerful;.



"Have a great trip Eric. I'll see ya when you get back OK?"



"OK little man." I gave him a shitty phony smile and headed for the door.



Walter was on top of things as usual, he had John waiting with the limo.



The flight took off early and landed early; one of the many perks of having
a private jet.



By two o'clock I was in the penthouse finishing up a late lunch and
preparing myself for... what I had planned.



I decided that I had time for a short nap and because it was such a mild
day for late January, I poured myself a drink, grabbed a light blanket and
stretched out on a lounge chair out on the balcony.



I nodded off quickly and must have slept deeply because I awoke to the
sound of the telephone. As I sat up, I noticed that the sun was low on the
horizon and the air had become considerably chillier.



The phone call was from security informing me that I had two visitors
waiting down in the lobby. I glanced quickly at my Rolex and noted it was
shortly after 5PM. They were right on time, but then, I would have expected
nothing less.

 I issued instructions that they be sent right up.



I took a quick glance at myself in the mirror and on impulse; I ran a brush
through my hair.  I was dressed casually but my clothes were expensive and
well made.

Despite my nap, I wasn't rumpled or in any way less than presentable.

I had a silent chuckle as I wondered why that should matter to me
considering my intentions.



The door chime indicated they had arrived.



The man in the dark grey suit introduced himself as Martin Longstreet, an
Academy Agent.  I knew of course that unless special arrangements had been
made, (such as when I'd picked up Sean personally) Nest boys sent out on
contract were delivered and picked up by representatives of the NEST.



I shook his hand civilly and invited them into the room.



The boy he was escorting was lovely. "He's much better looking than his
photos." I thought as I gave him a quick once over.



He stood about five feet seven inches and though it was hard to tell I
guessed that he weighed around 120 pounds which was in line with the
statistics the web site had listed for him.



He was wearing black tight fitting jeans and a white fisherman knit crew
neck sweater.



His straight red hair was cut fashionably short and fell just off the ears.

 His eyes were such a startling green that they almost seemed unreal-as if
he were wearing colored contact lenses. They sparkled with a keen
intelligence shining from behind them.



When he smiled, his nose crinkled up cutely and the small galaxy of light
brown freckles on his cheeks accented his pale complexion-so typical in red
haired people.



"Mr. Tucker, this is Jack. He is here as you've requested and I have every
confidence that you will find him to be a good and entertaining companion."
So saying, the man from the NEST gently nudged the boy in my direction.



The young fellow extended his hand which I accepted and shook far more
formally than I'd intended.



"Hello Jack." I looked down at him.



"Hello Mr. Tucker. It's very nice to meet you."



"I wonder about that..." I thought privately.



Although I had done this a good number of times before, I had never
contracted for a boy this young.  I also startled myself when I realized
that I'd never done this sober either.



I felt a bit awkward –uncertain as to how to proceed.



Mr. Longstreet produced a pre-printed form and handed it to me along with a
pen.



"If you'll just sign here acknowledging my safe and satisfactory delivery
of the boy, I'll leave you two to...enjoy each other's company."



I didn't care for the tone in his voice nor did I much like the implication
hidden behind the actual words he spoke. I signed his form, he presented me
with my copy and I escorted him to the door.



I shook my head and thought "Here I am planning on plowing this little
boy's ass and I've got the audacity to be miffed over that guy's attitude.
Could I possibly be a bigger asshole?"



I turned from the door to face the young man who was still standing in the
middle of the room quite obviously awaiting instructions from me.



I walked over and put an arm on his shoulder and guided him to the couch. I
realized that my hand was trembling and I felt my face had become hot and
sweaty.



"Now...Jack. Why don't you have a seat?"  He politely took a seat on the
couch keeping both feet flat on the floor and his hands folded on his lap.
He didn't look very comfortable at all.



"Well, Jack, I'll just go get us something to drink. Would you like a beer?
Are you allowed to have a beer?"



He smiled his delightful smile.

"Yes sir I'm allowed to have a beer when I'm with a client. Thank you. I'd
like one please."



In the kitchen I looked into the refrigerator and found I had quite an
assortment of different beers on hand. I was going to ask him what he would
prefer and then realized that he probably wouldn't have the slightest idea.

I remembered when I was a young teenager first experimenting with drinking
and how (in retrospect), the things I'd liked the best were in actuality
the blandest. A kid's taste would not lend itself to a sophisticated hoppy
beer...there in the back of the fridge I noticed some silver cans of Coors
Lite...that's the stuff I decided.



I popped the can and poured the frosty pale yellow brew carefully into a
tall glass creating a rather puny head at the top of the brew. Light
beer...what are you going to do?



I put two ice cubes into a tumbler and filled it with single malt scotch
and carried both glasses into the living room.



He accepted his beer with a smile and took a sip all the while looking at
me waiting for my directions.



I sat in a chair across from him and took a large drink from my scotch.



"So...Jack.  You're what...16 yes?"



"I'm 15 Sir. I'll be 16 this August" he answered"



In my mind I winced. "Why in God's name did I select a boy so young for
this?" I thought. "What in the hell should I do now? Should I just get down
to it?  Should I ask him about himself? No...Do I really want to know
anything about him. He's here to be used isn't he? Is there any need for
small talk?"



He broke the ice.



"Shall I get ready for you sir?"



"Eh?"



"Shall I get ready for you...do you want me to get undressed?"



This was moving very quickly. I felt as though I had lost control and then
realized that I'd never actually had control since opening the door.

I only knew that now I was sweating profusely. I couldn't think clearly.
What the hell was happening?



"Uhhh...Yes. That's a good idea Jack why don't you do that...you can uhhm put
your clothes over on that table."



"Do you want a fancy strip or shall I just undress?"

I blinked; momentarily confused.



"What?...no... no fancy uhm ...just take your clothes off...that will be fine."



He nodded and got up from the sofa, walked over to the table in the corner
and began to methodically undress- first his sweater and tee shirt and then
his sneakers, socks and jeans. He folded the clothing neatly and placed
each item on the table top.



When he was standing in nothing but his beige briefs I motioned him over to
stand in front of me.



I got up from my chair and walked around him slowly-inspecting the prize
that was now mine for the taking.



I brushed the fingers of my right hand down his cheek, his neck and around
one reddish brown nipple.

His lips formed a small half smile as my hand moved down and across the
bulge in the front of his briefs.



I looked into his emerald eyes and gave him an almost imperceptible nod. He
had been trained well.

Without breaking eye contact the small beige garment was on the floor and
he was stepping clear nudging it aside with his foot.



My eyes drank in the vision before me.



Just as the last golden light on the last perfect day of Spring reveals to
a discerning eye all that is wondrous and right about that season, the
young body displayed before me revealed all that is right and wonderful
about boyhood.



It was a breath taking glimpse of a thing so pure and perfect perched just
on the brink of change.

Like the green living lushness of spring about to change into the dry
productive summer.

The startling promise of a sunrise just before it becomes the light and
reality of day.

A boy about to pass from that enchanted joyful state of being into the less
miraculous less wondrous state of young manhood.



He was gorgeous. Under different circumstances, I think I might have wept.

Instead I smiled and ran my hands softly over his smooth flesh still
glowing with its glorious aura of "boyness".



He stood still and silent while I explored him with my eyes and hands.

I wasn't certain if his red hair suited his personality or if his
personality suited the red hair but I could sense that there was a bit of a
devil behind those green, green eyes.



His ears stuck out ever so slightly from the side of his head not in any
comical way but just enough so as to add to his cuteness.

His pleasant square chin gave character to a face that would all too soon
become strong, handsome and sadly less enchanting.



He stood straight with no hint of a slouch to his already broad shoulders.
The prominent collar bones of youth were already being hidden by developing
chest muscles.



His belly was flat though his ABS were not defined in any notable way. I
noted that he had one of those rare "half innie half outie" bellybuttons
that looked very much in place on him.



His arms and legs were well formed with youthful naturally developing
muscle. They were a bit out of proportion to his torso which was typical of
a young body on the brink of what might essentially be the last surge of
growth that would propel it from youth to maturity.



I'd heard the term "colt's legs" applied to the limbs on youngsters such as
this and it struck me now how appropriate the expression was.



His slightly too large hands and feet gave me to believe that his final
growth spurt would eventually push him well over six feet tall.



His body was essentially hairless with the exception of a sparse bit under
his arms and a healthy little grove in his pubic region.

I ran my fingers through this "new growth forest" a bit surprised at its
softness.

I noted its red color and smiled at him.



"This is the answer to the question that everyone asks about a red head you
know."

He understood me and smiled in return.



I nodded appreciatively at his penis. Though still removed from being a
man's, his member was far from being that of a child's. It hung flaccid
against his scrotum which gave no doubt to the fact that his balls had
dropped. It was circumcised and I wondered fleetingly if this was customary
procedure for all NEST boys.



I estimated his cock to be about 4 1/3 inches in its present state and
while not overly fat, it certainly was no pencil dick either. It was and
would certainly continue to be no source of shame or embarrassment for the
young boy.



His ass cheeks were prominently rounded and well fleshed forming what was
commonly known as a bubble butt.  While this normally was not my preference
in a young man, it suited him well and added nicely to his overall
appearance.



A perfect package all in all...although just balanced upon the verge of
becoming a man, he was for now, still very much a boy.



"Well now Jack...I'm certain I won't have been the first person to have told
you that you're a very good-looking young man. Why don't you sit back down
and enjoy your beer while I finish my drink and enjoy looking at you."



"Thank you Sir." He smiled again and sat back down. This time I noticed he
leaned back into the cushion and looked considerably more comfortable.



As we sat together finishing our drinks and making small talk, I decided
that despite my unexpected nervousness upon initially meeting this gorgeous
young man, this was going to be a pleasant undertaking after all.



I threw back what was left of my drink in one quick swallow. Placing my
empty glass on the side table, I stood up and extended my hand to my red
headed wonder.



He gave me a long look with those wild green eyes and reached out and
accepted my hand. I led him into the bedroom.



I allowed him a few moments to take it in. The room was large and was sided
on three sides with floor to ceiling windows offering a breathtaking almost
completely panoramic view if the city.



The larger than king sized custom made platform bed occupied the center of
the room and aside from a long low row of cabinets along the one solid wall
the room was essentially empty.

Everything from lighting to room temperature was controlled by a panel
recessed into the side of the bed. There were also convenient drawers built
into the bed frame. The large screen TV and other occasional conveniences
were set upon retractable platforms that lowered into the floor or raised
into the ceiling.



The floor it self was covered with a rich dark blue deep piled carpet and
soft music filled the room escaping from hidden speakers scattered
strategically about.



With a small smile, I gestured toward the bed. He responded immediately
walking over to it and lying down upon the thick duvet patterned in dark
blues, deep reds and purples.



Exercising the inner devil that I'd suspected was part of his nature; he
rolled over onto his stomach with his head supported by hands. He very
round ass rose pertly and one leg was bent back raising one foot into the
air. He smiled an enticingly wicked smile and fixed his green eyes on me.



I noted with pleasure how wonderfully his pale skin and bright almost
orange hair contrasted but complimented the coloring of the bed spread. It
was almost as if it had been designed with him in mind.



I removed my shirt and pants unhurriedly and his eyes never left me. In my
black boxer briefs I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed with him. He
read the signal in my eyes and rolled over onto his back opening his arms
as I gently came down on top of him.



I pressed my lips to his and almost at once they parted allowing my probing
tongue access.

The kiss quickly became passionate as our tongues danced with each
other..caressed each other..fought each other in a wildly erotic frenzy.

I couldn't tell if it was minutes or an hour later that I broke the kiss
and he lay back panting for breath.



I began the slow process of exploration with my hungry lips and tongue as I
licked the small of his throat noting the well-developed Adams Apple that
was bobbing in his neck as he took in deep breaths.



I worked my way down to his chest and circled my tongue around the light
brown areola of his left breast. I circled it languidly, teasingly before
closing in on the tiny nipple itself taking it between my teeth and
nibbling lightly but firmly while my hand tweaked and squeezed the nipple
on his right side.



I bit down just slightly harder and flicked the little tip quickly with my
tongue. I heard and felt him suck in air as his body twitched slightly.

For long minutes I played with his lovely nipples alternating from side to
side between my mouth and hand.

He was now breathing deeply and rhythmically.



Finally I kissed and tasted myself down to the place that would one day be
the pride of his manhood. My nose passed through his soft red bush and I
inhaled the smell of him it was a sweet and salty smell that I soon
realized perfectly complimented the taste of him as I gently licked nibbled
and sucked his wonderful ball sack.



Using fingers and tongue now I rolled and savored each of his balls
individually teasingly brushing a finger up and down his perineum going far
enough so as to gently stroke his rosebud as it passed.



He was making soft whining sounds now as I worked these special boy parts.



Stopping suddenly, I gave him no time to wonder or guess, I closed my lips
around the head of his rampant cock and ran my tongue seductively across
the head.



Like a cat, I teased him this way for a minute or so before taking him in
completely. I felt him suck in a deep surprised breath.



I am a pretty decent cocksucker and I began using my skills upon his boy
dick which hadn't increased in length that significantly as it became erect.

Glancing at it I'd guessed it to be just a bit over 5 inches and I was
determined to enjoy every inch.



My lips and tongue were working their practiced magic as my mouth rose and
fell the length if his shaft. He was writhing slowly in perfect rhythm to
my movements and he was muttering softly

"sooo good Sir...Siiiir sooo good."



Even though he was trained and experienced I knew that a boy couldn't hold
out against the assault of this type of pleasure.  I could sense it I think
almost as soon as he did.



His hands suddenly grasped the back of my head attempting to hold me still
while his pelvis arched up from the bed.

"Ooooh Sirrrrrr!" he exclaimed almost frantically as his young cock
exploded in my mouth.



I felt four strong spurts as he throbbed in release...his hips jerked upward
four times and then he collapsed onto the mattress. I greedily caught his
small after squirts on my tongue and gently licked the tip of his still
quivering cock clean. His taste was sweet and salty.  "Just as it should
be" I thought.



I looked down at him. His eyes were closed and there was a broad smile on
his face. His chest rose and fell in heaving breaths and his forehead was
slick with sweat.



He opened his eyes and looked up at me with an expression of half fear half
concern.



"Oh Sir...that was supposed to be my job. I'm supposed to be giving pleasure
to you!"



"What makes you think that you didn't just give me pleasure Jack? That was
wonderful and I enjoyed every minute of it." I leaned in and kissed him
receiving a smile for my trouble.



It was then that the monster made itself known.



"Take him now!" it growled from deep within me. "He's here to be fucked!
He's here to be reamed!"



I pulled Jack close to me and held him tightly I know that he could feel me
trembling and I suspect it frightened him.

My fear and anger rose as the monster within me tried to assert itself.



"This is not a thing I'm holding in an embrace! This is not some hardened
world wise prostitute!" I screamed silently at the thing that was eating my
soul.



"This is a little boy!" I felt my fear and rage manifest themselves in
silent tears. "This is just a LITTLE BOY!"



The Thing had no pity and it was relentless. It was strong and I was so
very weak. I couldn't protect this boy from it. I couldn't protect Kyle
from the...I couldn't protect anyone.



I knew that I was going to give it what it wanted but at least this was
Jack...it wasn't Sean. That was a small victory wasn't it?



The boy beneath me looked at me with a frightened confusion as I sat up and
opened one of the side drawers in the bed frame and removed a white tube.

"At least I'll lube him very well." I thought "That'll give him some
protection from the hunger of the beast."



The boy Jack realized then what was about to happen.  He'd been expecting
it would probably happen and he'd certainly done it before.



Without my saying a word he pulled his knees up toward his chest giving me
access to his precious gateway.

Taking a large glob of the lubricating jelly I worked it onto and around
his anus. I then liberally coated my painfully erect cock from tip to base.



I coated two fingers and pressed them against his lube slick rose bud
increasing my pressure until together they broke through the resistance and
into the hot smoothness. I turned the fingers slowly hoping to spread the
lube over generously inside him.



I'd taken no notice of his reaction to this initial penetration. If the
truth be told, I didn't want to know.



"Now!" the grating voice in my mind commanded. "Take him now! Don't worry
about his pain or his tears you damned fool...it's his job! It's his fucking
job!"



The boy below me was still confused and probably worried. He looked up at
me no doubt completely baffled by the sudden change in my demeanor.



"How?" he asked softly.



I looked at him like he was the crazy one. "What do you mean `how'?"...I
asked but silently so that he didn't hear.



"How?" he asked again and I realized he was asking me how I wanted to take
him.



The monster gave me the answer;

"Keep him on his back so I can see him scream and cry! So I can watch while
we hurt him!"



I swallowed deeply. I didn't think the boy could see my tears and while I
was afraid to speak I knew I had to give him an answer and perhaps even
offer some sort of assurance.



"Stay on your back just like you are Jack. I want to watch your wonderful
green eyes while we do this."



He nodded silently and pulled his knees further into his chest as I slid
back onto my haunches and guided my steel hard cock to his exposed and
vulnerable bud.



Moving my hips, my cock slid between his two fleshy globes and I felt the
tip of my cock press against his gateway.

One hard thrust and I'll burst right through I thought.



I looked down at him. His hands had grasped handfuls of the bed cover and
he was gripping them as if for support.

His eyes were tightly closed and his face was scrunched up. As I pressed my
cock against him I saw him grimace and bite his lower lip.



"My God!" I shouted at myself. "He's been made to do this before and he
knows it's going to hurt. He's no seasoned adult. He's a little boy...he
knows it's going to hurt and he's afraid!

He's a LITTLE BOY what am I trying to do to him?"



I pulled back and off the bed standing there shaking. Little Jack sat up
with fear and confusion all over his face.

I reached out and stroked his cheek with a trembling hand.

"It's all right Jack! It's all right! You just stay there for a few minutes
I'll be right back." I pulled the warm duvet up over him and tucked it
around his shoulders. I bent over and kissed his fore head and rushed out
of the room and down the hall into one of the guest bedrooms.



I stood shaking, tears were pouring down my face as I listened with dread.

 I shook... frightened of the angry retribution the monster would demand for
my failure.



To my shock, there was silence.



There was no raging beast screaming at me from the depths of my soul. I
took a deep breath and then another and yet another.



I held my hand out and it was steady. There was no trembling...no anxiety; no
fear.



I was calm... calmer than I had been in years and I realized what had
happened.



I hadn't failed. I had succeeded I had recognized the truth and I had
protected that boy.



Just as the Professor had promised me, I'd confronted the monster with the
truth and it had perished.



All of it came rushing into me like a flood but rather than being
overwhelmed I soaked it in- recognized it and let it nourish my poor
starved soul.



The Professor had known all along. He'd even told me but, I had to
recognize it for myself and I had... I finally had.



I didn't want to fuck this little boy Jack, I certainly didn't want to fuck
my darling Sean. I didn't want to or need to hurt either of them.

 It was a ruse I'd somehow invented to make me cruel and unworthy of love.

 It was spawned by a feeling of weakness and failure because I felt that I
had somehow broken my promise to my little brother. Somehow I felt that I
should have been able to save him even though I was almost 2 thousand miles
away when the accident happened.



I hadn't failed to protect Kyle, I hadn't failed to protect my
parents...there was absolutely nothing I could have done.



I had not properly grieved at their deaths because I kept the grief at bay
with guilt. I'd hidden behind a wall of booze sex and irresponsibility. I'd
done everything but the proper thing...the normal thing; face the terrible
truth and get on with living.



I might never have faced the truth were it not for a wonderful little boy
who I had left sad and confused at home this morning. I would fly back
tomorrow and begin to make it up to him.



Now however, there was another little boy down the hall who was also
confused and I needed to attend to him.



I walked into the bathroom and washed my face. I was thinking clearly for
the first time in 4 years but there was one more thing I needed to do.



I closed my eyes and I saw the face I adored looking at me.



"Good bye Kyle." I whispered "I've tortured your loving spirit for too long
now.

 I realize that I didn't let you down and I know you would never have
blamed me but...I blamed myself because I loved you so much and I couldn't
bear the thought of my life without you.

I've tried to bury myself in the same cold dark grave with you and Dad and
Mom.



I'm over that now Kyle and our love will no longer be a melancholy ghost
making my life bitter.

I'll keep you and the folks in my heart where you belong but I'm going to
start living life again Kyle. Remember that I'll always love you.



My little brother's faced smiled at me and I smiled back.

Shortly thereafter I walked down the hall and back into the master bedroom.



I smiled at the frightened confused little red haired boy.



I reached out my hand.



"Come over and let me hug you for a while Jack."



He was in my arms instantly and as I held him close, I closed my eyes and
smiled thinking of another little boy I would soon be holding in my arms.

My little Sean...I was no longer fearful of loving him and letting him love
me.



(to be continued)



Thanks again for all your emails! They make writing this tale so much more
enjoyable.

Next time, Eric will sooth Jack's fright and fly home to Sean who has
indeed been learning to fish.