Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 09:24:30 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Judo Chapter 7

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      The three of us became a . . . well trio I guess. Shane and I paired
up on a regular basis, and occasionally I got that itch that he scratched
so well. Sometimes Shane would bring Marc, and he was always eager to
play. His initial exposure to man- on-man sex might have been on the rough
side, but he didn't seem to mind. There was a rhythm to it all and everyone
seemed happy with their individual roles.

      During the final judo class of the semester, I noticed that Shane
wasn't his normal self. Well actually he was acting very normal for someone
else, which was very abnormal for Shane. He was quiet, polite and didn't
even come close to pissing anyone off. All were very unusual for him. As
the class changed clothes and chatted, Shane seemed in his own world. He
left quickly and left me wondering what was up.  Shrugging to myself, I
finished changing and headed to my house.

      I'd only been home for a few minutes when I heard a soft
knock. Expecting a neighbor or salesman I opened the door, shock to find
Shane on the other side.

      "Hey," said Shane.

      "Hey Shane. What's up?"

      "Not much. Just thought I'd drop by and see how you were."

      Crap this was worse than I thought. He was being polite to me, with
no one around.

      "Come on in Shane. I'm sure you're hungry," I said.

      He nodded and moved through the door, sitting on the couch with no
effort to get food from the refrigerator. Now very concerned, I grabbed two
beers and carried them over, handing him one.

      "What's wrong Shane?"

      "Nothing. Everything great."

      "Bullshit."

      "No, really. I graduate in a few days and today I got my
orders. Everything's going great," said Shane.

      "Your orders? What does that mean?"

      "You know, my deployment."

      Now I did dread the answer to my next question.

      "Deployed to where?" I asked.

      Shane tipped the beer back, draining the entire bottle and then
setting it on the table. Shane seemed mesmerized by the carpet as he
contemplated his answer.

      "Afghanistan."

      "Oh. Fuck."

      "No its great. Active duty. I can't wait to get started."

      "When do you leave?" I asked.

      "Monday. Well Monday I gotta go home and get things ready. I leave
for my tour next week," said Shane.

      We sat without speaking for the longest time we had ever been in
shared silence. Finally Shane let out a sigh and looked at me.

      "Can I spend the weekend, here with you?"

      Somewhat taken aback I looked into his eyes, trying to put all this
together.  "What about graduation? Your parents are coming I'm sure."

      "Yeah, they are. I'd like for you to come too."

      Now it was my turn to drain the bottle in my hand before
answering. As I set the bottle down I locked my eyes on Shane's.

      "Sure. I'll come to graduation, and you can spend the weekend. It'll
be a last blowout before you leave!" I said, trying to put a good spin on
the unexpected turn of events.

      "Good," said Shane. He stood and grabbed my hand and tugged. "Come
on, I wanna fuck."

      I let out a chuckle as my crass Shane started to resurface. Allowing
him to pull me up, I followed him to the bedroom. As we stood beside the
bed, Shane gently wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips against
mine. The kiss transformed into a passionate exploration as his tongue
demanded entry into my mouth, and once admitted began gently investigating
throughout my mouth. As I reeled from his loving and passionate initiation
of our session, I began to reciprocate. Tilting his head, I kissed my way
to his ear and started chewing on his ear lobe. I was surprised to hear a
low growl rumble from his chest as my teeth sank into his lobe. I ran my
hand down his chest and then under his t-shirt and caressed his torso as we
continued kissing and tasting each other.

      Just as I was about to pull his shirt over his head, he sank in front
of me until he was kneeling before my crotch. Running his hands up my legs,
he cupped my ass.  He leaned in and began blowing his hot breath through my
slacks and over my now hard cock. His hands kneaded my ass as he began
chewing on my cock. Soon he had my body filled with desire. After several
minutes of cock worship, he moved back and unbuckled my belt. Soon he had
my pants pooled around my ankles. Smiling he pushed me back onto the bed
and then started removing my socks and shoes. Once he had slid my pants off
my now bare feet, he took my toe into his mouth and started sucking it like
it was my dick. While it wasn't really my thing, Shane seemed to be
enjoying the toe sucking so I relaxed and enjoyed it. Eventually he moved
up my legs, running his hands over my legs.

      His hands shifted and he gripped the back of my knees and pushed them
back against my chest. Holding them back he started moving down toward my
hole. Just before I told him I wasn't in the mood for anal, his tongue
pierced my sphincter, and I let out a small squeal. I lost track of time as
he ate my ass. Pleasure was coming in waves as his thick tongue danced
around, over and inside of my anus. My ass was twitching once he moved
away, reaching up he sank two fingers deep inside me and started figging my
ass as he smiled down at me.

      "I want to fuck you Matt. You ready for a good hard Army fucking?"

      "Oh god yes. Fuck me college boy! I really need your hard dick in
me!"

      Standing up he slipped his shorts and jock below his nuts and then
crawled onto the bed. I opened my shirt and started playing with my nipples
as he came closer. Feeling the swollen head of his cock pressing into me I
twisted my nipples hard and pushed out with my ass, as I tried to suck his
dick inside of me. He paused just inside my outer gates and
waiting. Smiling he watched my body twisting under him, trying to pull more
cock into my ass. I was moaning loudly and furiously rubbing my nipples,
needing to be filled.

      "Fuck! Put it in! Quit teasing me, goddamn it!"

      "You want some fuckin' hard college cock Sensei?"

      "Goddamn it! Yes!"

      And with that Shane rammed his cock hard into my butt. Never pausing
as I gasped at the sudden entry, he plunged and rammed into me like a
prized breeding stallion. As I gasped and yelled he pinned me under his
powerful body and took what he wanted. Finally the pain faded, replaced by
pleasure. I relaxed against the bed, unable to do more than just
relax. Feeling his need to take me I didn't fight him, and actually started
to enjoy my submissive role.

      "Fuck my ass Shane! Fuck it hard!"

      Grunting and dripping sweat on my back, Shane continued to pile drive
into my throbbing gut. His staying power was far longer than usual and I
was starting to get that great tingle inside from the relentless pounding
he was doing on my prostate.  Just when the delicious pressure was starting
to build inside me, Shane's fingers dug into my waist and I could feel his
cock swell inside me. As I panted under him, trying to move so I would find
release too, my ass was flooded with hot boy juice. His throbbing dick
painted my gut while he twisted and moaned, keeping my ass pinned to the
bed.

      "Oh god," moaned Shane, "Your ass is always so hot and tight."

      "Five more seconds, you couldn't last for five more seconds!" I said
to him with a growl.

      Shane ripped his cock out of my ass and jumped off the bed. Quickly
stripping he moved onto the bed on all fours and turned to look at me.

      "Fuck me Matt! Breed my twat!"

      Throwing off my clothes with a fury, I was quickly was naked as
Shane. Pulling him so his ass was hanging from the edge of the bed, I ran
my precum-covered cock up and down his ass crack a single time and then
thrust into him hard and fast. As I drove into his sweet ass, Shane's arms
collapsed as he grabbed the sheet in pain, his ass in my grip now I started
returning the pounding that he gave me.  I tried to delay coming, but I was
already too close. After barely a handful of thrusts I felt cum racing to
fill Shane's ass. I pinned his hips against me as my dick sent spurt after
spurt of hot juice into his butt. As the last dribble emptied into him, I
collapsed on the bed beside him. He was still on his knees, his body
trembling from the pounding it had just received.

      I caressed him slowly, tugging on his chest hair and tweaking his
still hard nipples. Finally he looked up at me and smiled. Moving slightly
he started licking down my chest, tugging my bush in his teeth. Once he
arrived at his destination, he sucked my flaccid cock into his hot mouth
like a vacuum. His tongue and mouth quickly drained the last traces of
juice. Moving lower he ran his tongue over my perineum and then licked the
liquid silver that was dripping from my ass. Once he had preformed his
cleaning duties, he lay beside me and gripped my head in his hands. He
pressed his lips against mine, feeding me some of the delicious treasure he
had found. I was lost in the post-orgasmic bliss for an interminable length
of time as we explored each other, at a much more gentle pace this time.

      I reluctantly pulled away and ran my finger over his jaw, realizing
how very handsome Shane actually was. Finally finding my voice, I brought
up our other constant, food.

      "You hungry?"

      "I'm fuckin' starving!"

      "Ok, pizza sound good?"

      "Fuck yeah! I'll order," said Shane.

      "Just no more of those goddamn little fish"

      "Pussy!"

      Reaching down I smacked his ass hard, and then laughed. "You
asshole. No fish, don't like fish, I like tube steak." I laughed at my
adolescent joke and then smacked him again, this time leaving a
handprint. Shane just wiggled his ass and smiled.

      "Come on," I said, offering him a hand up. "And pull on some
shorts. I think you almost gave the delivery guy a fucking heart attack
last time when you answered the door in just a jock strap."

      "He liked it. He'd of sucked me if I'd of let him."

      I laughed and pulled him up, leading him to the kitchen. I grabbed my
own shorts and put them on and then watched him dance from foot to foot
trying to pull on his shorts while pinning the phone against his ear. As I
walked by I grabbed his nuts and squeezed, causing him to squeal a little
into the phone, which he tried to cover with a cough. At that point I
overheard him say,

      "Yeah, extra anchovies. That's right."

      And he hung up the phone with a smirk at me.

      "Asshole, that's what you get for yanking my nuts while I'm on the
phone," said Shane.

      I looked up from the recliner I was sitting in and flipped him
off. "Paybacks are hell jackass," I said.

      Without a word Shane walked up behind me and started massaging my
shoulders. He went on for several minutes and I had started to relax, my
eyes closed to the pleasant sensation. He stopped working my muscles and
stripped without me knowing it. I felt the movement on the chair as he
climbed over the chair and then on top of me. When I opened my eyes his
hairy blond ass was lowering to my face.

      "What the fuck!"

      "Eat me Matt. I need my ass rimmed!"

      I started to argue when a drop of white cream bubbled from his
ass. Reaching up with my tongue, I licked the drip from his swollen
asshole. Gripping his hips I started feasting on his butt, licking and
sucking with gusto. I knew that the pizza would come soon and had an idea
to keep Shane on edge while we ate. Sliding from under him, I slapped his
ass.

      "Don't move. I'll be right back."

      Quickly I ran to the bedroom and retrieved what I wanted. Walking
back I saw that Shane had obeyed and was frozen with his ass almost at eye
level. He looked back at me with a questioning look and I smiled at him,

      "Close your eyes and you'll get a big surprise!" I said.

      Shane seems about to argue with me when I slid a finger into his
hole. At that his head dropped and a soft moan came out of him. Once I had
him moaning, I positioned my other hand and the surprise, a large butt
plug. I let some spit dribble onto it and then removed my finger from his
butt. As my digit slipped out Shane opened his eyes and spotted the butt
plug.

      "What the hell is that?"

      "A butt plug dumb ass."

      "For what?"

      I smiled and started rubbing it against his distended ass lips. "For
your ass, I want to keep you nice and primed."

      "Oh god. Yes. That feels nice."

      With that I move the plug back and spat on his hole to give him a
little lube.  Then I ground the butt plug into his asshole, watching his
ass lips stretch around it, pausing at the widest point to twist it inside
his butt.

      "Oh fuck! That feels good. Put it in Matt, shove that fucker in me!"

      And with that I shoved the toy completely into him. Once it popped
past the inner sphincter, I released it and watch with fascination as
Shane's ass sucked it into place.

      "Oh god damn. That feels so hot. Come on Matt. Play with my ass. I'm
really getting horny!"

      I smacked him hard on the ass and laughed, "Put your shorts on
Shane. The pizza will be here soon."

      "What? You're going to leave it in?"

      "Yeah, it should get you nice and hot."

      Shane nodded and slowly moved from the chair, with numerous small
moans and gasps as the plug bumped against his prostrate. The show
continued as he put on his shorts, balancing on one foot and then the
other, causing the butt plug to twist inside him and his cock to drip
precum. Once he was finally dressed he sat down beside me, with a loud gasp
as the butt plug pressed deep inside him.

      "Fuck, this feels amazing!" said Shane.

      "Good, and you can get the door, because I think the pizza is about
to be delivered."

      And just on cue the doorbell rang. Shane shambled across the room,
opening the door and trying to keep focused as he paid the kid for the
pizza. Walking back he sat the box between us, taking out a piece and began
eating as he also obviously was grinding the plug into his butt. Looking
down I remembered that he had ordered the pizza with the damn fish on
it. But I was enjoying his show enough that I didn't press the anchovy
issue any further.

      When he finally finished the pizza, and it was finished, he'd eaten
every crumb, Shane started taking matters into this own hands. He started
rocking harder on the butt plug as he ran his hands over his body. After a
few minutes it was obvious that he was going for broke and I was just going
to be a voyeur to his fun. He groped his cock through his shorts while he
continued to caress himself. After a few minutes both hands moved to his
hard nipples and he twisted and pulled on them as he rode the plug.

      Suddenly Shane stood up and ripped off his shorts. Looking over at
me, he stood panting with sweat glistening on his body. Walking over to me
he sat on my knee, I could feel the firm rubber against my thigh as he
ground his ass into my leg.  He wrapped his arms around me in a
surprisingly affectionate way. His panting was filling my ears as his hot
body rubbed against mine.

      "Oh god Matt, you feel so good. Your body makes me hard and horny. I
need to come Matt, please let me come," said Shane in a whisper.

      In answer I reached between us and found his hard dick. Wrapping both
hands tightly around it I started stroking up and down. Shane responded by
leaning back as far as he could while still grinding his ass against my
leg. In a surprisingly gentle session, we moved and sighed as the levels of
pleasure built in Shane. Eventually he started thrusting into my hands and
I knew he was about to unload. Slipping one hand to his balls, I wrapped my
hand around them and squeezed while stroking his cock.

      "Oh fuck, shit! Yeah, that's it," said Shane. The words had barely
left his lips then he erupted. The plug apparently did its job because he
coated both of us with hot jizz. Once his body stopped twitching, he fell
against my shoulder and kissed me.

      "Oh fuck. That was so good," said Shane.

      "So the butt plug is a toy you like?"

      "Oh fuck yes. I love how that thing felt."

      Shane ran his hands over my chest, smearing his cum into my chest
hair. He leaned down and licked off a few of the bigger spots. After we had
both cooled down, Shane stood and pulled me after him toward the shower. I
watched as Shane readied the shower and then moved with him to get
inside. We cleaned each other carefully, including emptying Shane's ass of
the plug. We kissed and caressed an long time for the two of us. Even as we
dried off after the shower there was almost a tenderness to Shane's
caresses.

      As we were drifting to sleep with Shane spooned against me, I heard
him inhale.

      "You smell nice Matt. Really nice."

      Again, as I drifted off to sleep I wondered what was going on with
him.

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      I woke in the morning to the sound of the shower running. Walking
into the bathroom I aimed my dick at the toilet and let loose with my
morning stream. At the sound, Shane turned and looked at me.

      "Morning Matt. You were sleeping like a log so I didn't want to wake
you. Gotta get ready for graduation."

      As I shook the last drops from my penis I considered again why he was
asking me to go. But decided I could at least do that. We chatted as he
finished showering and I watched as he toweled off. As he dried his crotch
I noticed that he handled his cock quite a bit. For some reason he suddenly
became conscious that I was watching and stopped.

      "What's wrong Shane?" I asked.

      "Well. . ."

      "Just spit it out soldier!"

      Shane grinned, "Yes sir!" He paused for a minute to think, total out
of character, and then said, "I really liked that butt plug yesterday."

      A little surprised at the seeming change in topic, "Yeah, I noticed."

      "Well I want to wear it. All day. Today," said Shane.

      I thought about it for a minute, "Are you sure?"

      Shane ran his hand over his ass and sighed slightly, "Yes."

      "Well then go for it. Just try not to come during the graduation
ceremony!"

      Shane grinned and ran to the bedroom. Returning quickly with the toy
in his hand, he handed it to me with the lube. Turning away from me he bent
over and grabbed his ankles.

      "Put it in, please," said Shane.

      I nodded and then dribbled lube on his tight rosebud. Rubbing it
inside with my finger I quickly spread the lube over his hole. I rubbed the
latex plug over his ass and enjoyed his soft sigh. Coating the plug, I
slowly teased it into Shane. By the time it was embedded inside him, we
were both erect again. I grabbed Shane's cock and stroked it a few times.

      "How does that feel soldier?" I asked.

      "Fuckin' fantastic!"

      Shane stood up and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard. "If
we had time I would so want you inside me."

      I nodded, "Yeah, I'd be pounding that tight boy hole."

      Kissing me again, he turned and walked back to the bedroom. He pulled
on his clothes and came back in as I was stepping into the shower. He moved
against me, kissed me again and then tugged at my fat cock.

      "I gotta dress. See you at noon?"

      "Sure, where should I meet you?"

      Shane spent the next couple of minutes outlining the day. Again he
kissed me and ran his hand over my face. As he walked out the door he
turned and winked at me.

      The rest of the day was a whirlwind of events and people. Shane
introduced me as his judo instructor. His parents were amazing and his dad
had a great sense of humor. I got the feeling that they didn't quite know
what to do with Shane but loved him anyway. At one point his mother even
thanked me for being such a good influence on her son. Little did they know
that my blush was because I felt more like the corruptor, rather than
savior. I did notice Shane grinding his ass a few times but he seemed to
get through without jizzing in his pants. Marc even came by at one point to
congratulate Shane. When Marc left I thought he looked more upset than I
expected but I decided I must have been wrong. Saying our last goodbyes to
his family we headed back to my house.

      Almost as soon as we walked through the door Shane threw himself at
me.

      "Oh god! Get this thing out of me and fuck me! Fuck me hard!" and
with that his clothes went flying and before I knew it he was kneeling on
the couch with his ass presented to me. My own erection had quickly
sprouted and as he laid his chest on the back of the couch I fished it out
of my fly. Moving behind him, I ripped out the butt plug and then buried my
cock deep in his gut. With no waiting I grabbed his hips and started
pounding him furiously. His ass was so hot from the day long edging with
the butt plug that it wasn't long before my juice was squiring into his
slick ass. For once my fucking didn't trigger an orgasm in Shane. He turned
with a look of hunger on his face that marked the beginning of an amazing
24 hours of sex. During the rest of the weekend we fucked in every
conceivable place in the house, and a few that might not be conceivable to
most. With only short pauses for food we bred each other like never
before. Finally by Sunday night even Shane was exhausted and completely
drained and we lay on the bed from our last mutual orgasm.

      "Shit! My dick isn't going to ever work right again," I said with a
moan.

      Shane grabbed his ass cheeks and winced, "Yeah, I don't think I'll be
able to walk right for a week. You fucked me damn fine!"

      We both laughed and slowly regained our feet. Laughing slightly I
suggested we actually leave the house for food, to which Shane readily
agreed. A short time later found us back at the same bar from months
before. When I looked up I saw the same college kid coming toward the
table. After he had our drink and food orders he smiled at us.

      "Well, it looks a lot better than the last time you two were here,"
he said and then turned to take care of the order.

      "I think he thinks we're a couple," I said.

      "Fuck no! He is just bogarting for a big tip."

      We discussed it back and forth until the kid returned with our drink
orders.  Shane turned to him, "Hey dude, do you think we're a couple?"

      I choked and almost spewed the drink of beer I had just taken. I gave
Shane a look of disbelief at how crass he was. The poor waiter was
obviously trying to think of a way to answer. Finally he shrugged and
looked back at Shane,

      "After last time, yeah. Obviously you were fucking then, and now
you're still together. . ."

      Shane chuckled, and then looked at me with a strange look on his
face.  Shrugging his shoulders he said, "Ok. Thanks." Then he turned to me
and started discussing the university baseball team as if the entire
episode had never occurred.

      The rest of the meal was surprisingly uneventful. The food was
eatable and the beer decent and cold. After leaving the kid a large tip, we
went back to the house.  Walking in Shane turned to me with a huge yawn and
stretched.

      "I'm beat and I gotta leave early tomorrow. Lets grab some sleep."

      I nodded and followed him into the bedroom. Soon I had Shane's naked
body pulled against me as we both drifted off to sleep.

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      I woke to a dark room, with a deliciously familiar sensation of wet
warmth coming from my groin. Pulling back the sheet I was greeted by
Shane's face filled with my hard cock. As I watched him slowly and
carefully service my cock I couldn't help but call it lovemaking. He was
bringing me to wonderful levels and then letting me cool down. Eventually I
moved so I could do the same to his dripping cock. And the rest of the
night was spent in wonderful, surprisingly tender, lovemaking. As the room
started to lighten from the coming dawn, we climaxed simultaneously. The
next several minutes were spent licking and cleaning the other. Finally I
rose up and slapped him on the ass and chuckled.

      "Go shower, Shane. I'll make us some breakfast."

      At that he bounced out of bed, giving me a great show of that bubble
butt as he headed for the shower. Once I heard him climb in, I got out of
bed and started stirring up omelets. I don't usually cook, but I thought
Shane's leaving was reason for a celebratory meal. As Shane got out of the
shower I dumped the contents of the meal into a hot skillet. At the sound
of the sizzle, Shane turned to look at me.

      "You're cookin'? What's the occasion?" asked Shane.

      "My man is leaving for the war! Gotta feed him well," I
joked. Realizing that I may have divulged more than I wanted, I waited for
Shane's reply. He only chuckled and moved to the bedroom to change into
some clean clothes he had brought. I finished the meal and put it on a
plate for him. Pouring us both coffee, I sipped mine while I watched him
inhale the huge omelet. Soon he was finished and started gathering up his
stuff. Some of his things had become permanent fixtures in my house and I
saw him looking at them as if wondering how to handle it.

      "Don't worry about your shit," I said, "Whatever you leave you can
get the next time you're here."

      "Yeah, that's a good idea."

      Finishing the last of his packing he turned to me and suddenly
wrapped his arms around me. Shaken somewhat from this unexpected display of
affection I turned my face and kissed his cheek. He muttered something in
my ear, too low for me to hear.

      "What'd you say Shane?"

      "I said I love you."

      "Oh," I tried to grapple with the words I hated to hear. Finally I
ran my hands over his short cropped hair and smiled, "Right back at ya big
boy!" rumpling his hair as I almost pushed him toward the door. He was
seemingly content with that answer and paused as he opened the door, giving
me the most tender kiss we had ever shared and then smacked my ass.

      "See you when I come home on leave. Keep that ass in shape for me
Matt!"

      I laughed at him and rubbed his shoulders. "Yeah and don't let that
big Army cock loosen up that nice tight hole too much."

      And with one last hug he left. I watched as he drove down the
road. Thinking we had a few things to work out once he came back, I turned
and went back into my house and my suddenly quiet life.

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      I got a few emails from Shane. Mostly about how good things were
going with his platoon and some general things about his deployment. No
details of course, but it seemed like he was doing well. The emails became
more sporadic, but kept coming with some regularly. Then they stopped and I
thought he had found someone else, or our 'relationship' had just not held
up to the distance.

      A few days later as I was starting the Judo class, I looked up to see
Marc standing at the door. When I moved closer to see what was going on I
saw the stricken look on his face. Walking closer I reached out to touch
his shoulder, which he dodged.

      He looked into my eyes, and I saw the moisture building up.

      "Shane's dead," he blurted out.

      First was horrible pain, followed quickly by disbelief. "Shane? Our
Shane? Are you sure?" I questioned, trying to find a loophole.

      "His unit came under fire. He was hit and died instantly. They just
told us at ROTC," said Marc in a cold, controlled voice.

      "Oh god," I said, not sure what to say.

      "Yeah, well I thought you'd want to know," said Marc. He turned and
almost ran down the hallway, disappearing long before I could collect
myself long enough to try and comfort him.

      I turned back to the class, which had largely stopped as I had talked
to Marc. I knew there was no use trying to teach tonight. I walked to the
middle of the mat and told the class, most of who knew Shane, the
news. Some openly wept, others had a stricken look. I dismissed the class
in acknowledgement and remotely changed and drove home. Later I couldn't
recall anything from that trip, I just knew that somehow I arrive home and
made it into my house. As the door shut I sagged against it, and the tears
finally came.

      I recalled our time together, the ache worsened as I remembered our
last morning. My self-incrimination mounted as my grief spiraled out of
control. Why had I held out? How had I not seen that I was in love with the
big jock too? How the fuck could I have let him leave without telling him.

      Eventually all the emotions merged into a pounding, overwhelming
pain. As it all washed over me I slumped to the floor, gasping and opening
sobbing. My face was a waterfall of tears, tears of loss, and worse, tears
of regret.


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