Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 11:20:35 -0800
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy Chapter 4

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations
and/or acts.


Cigar Boy, Chapter 4,

Oh... Oh... Oh...

I was trying to wake up but the fog in my head was so bad that I couldn't
focus.  All I could make out was that Mike, I mean dad, was using my hole
again.  I could feel his warm cock deep in my ass.  In the last 12 hours, I
have been fucked 3 times.  I felt so dirty.  And at the same time I felt so
loved.

"You like waking up to me fucking that ass boy?" Mike whispered into my ear
as he sank balls deep into my ass again.

I could not even answer.  All I could do was gasp as I felt his balls
hitting my ass cheeks.

"You must like it boy.  You're pushing back against my cock every time I
sink my cock into you." Mike continued to whisper.

How did I get myself into this?  Just yesterday I was talking to my best
friend Rob about girls and school.  I was so excited to get an invite to
Rob's brother's birthday party.  It was to be my first real high school
party.  But instead of getting drunk and partying like I thought, I am
waking up with a big fat cock in my ass and a man, my new dad, telling me
what a slut I am.

"Feel that big daddy cock filling your ass boy?" Mike continued to whisper
as he forced his cock in and then pulled it slowly back out.  "You are
going to be feeling that daddy cock a lot from now on boy."

For what felt like an hour Mike fucked my ass.  When he started I was lying
on my side, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, and his hands
stroking my chest.  But before too long he had me sitting up and riding his
cock.  This made me feel even dirtier as it felt like I was doing all the
work.  Not like I had much say in it.  Mike was holding me waist and making
sure that I was sinking all the way with each stroke.  Then he grabbed me,
picked me up and put me on my back.  He grabbed my ankles and leaned
forward and that's how he finished, cumming in my ass for the second time
since he became my new dad.

Once he had finished and pulled his cock out of me, he just stood there
looking down at me.  He let go of my ankles, and my legs fell down to the
sides.  Then he reached out his hand and I grabbed it.  Pulling me to my
feet, he slapped my ass and pointed to the bathroom.

Dad and I showered together.  It was strange in some ways.  I mean I had
not showered with my real dad or mom since I was like 5.  I mean I have
showered with the guys in the locker room, but this was different.  He let
me wash him and he washed me.  He soaped up the wash cloth and turned me
around so my back was against his stomach, and then he washed my chest, and
abs, and then my cock.  Then he turned me around and pushed me against the
wall.

"I need to make sure that sweet ass of yours is clean too."  Dad said.

I waited for the wash cloth or even his finger, but I wasn't ready for
dad's tongue.  I had heard the saying, being driven up a wall, but this was
really happening.  I was trying to climb the wall to get my ass away from
that tongue that was lapping at my hole.  It was one of the weirdest
sensations that I had ever felt.  It was gross but felt so good.  Dad kept
that up so long that I thought I was about to pass out and that's when I
came.  I had not even touched my cock.  I didn't even realize I was hard
like that.  But the proof was all over my chest and the wall.

Dad climbed out of the shower and left me there.  My legs were so weak that
I could barely stand.  Yet I was left all alone in the shower as dad put on
a robe and walked out.

When I got out of the shower and back into the bed room, I saw some of
Rob's clothes laid out on the bed.  I figured they were for me so I put
them on. Then I ventured out of dad's bedroom and started to make my way
down the hall and into the den.  The house still smelled like cigars.  I
mean it always does to some degree, but this was really strong.

In the den, there were a couple of ashtrays that were overflowing with
cigar butts and ashes, and there were empty beer glasses everywhere.  I
paused for a second as I passed the couch.  I could see the scene from last
night in my head and it was somewhat overwhelming.  I could still see dad
standing over me, making me suck his cock, and Eric raping my ass.  It was
like a ghost was in the room with those images.

Then I walked out of the den and passed the living room on my way to the
kitchen.  In the living room there were still 2 of the football players
passed out in the floor.  The living room looked just like the den with
ashtrays, cigar butts, and cups everywhere.

When I got to the kitchen I saw dad standing there making what looked like
a protein shake or something.  He was making a big blender full of it.

"Come get your hang over shake." Dad said as he poured me a glass.  "I'm
going to go see about your brothers."

I sat there for a few minutes drinking my shake and looking around.

"God damn it!  Eric, Adam, get your asses in here and help me."  I heard
dad yell.

I went into the living room, then down the hall.  That's when I saw dad
holding Rob sitting in Rob's bed. I felt bad, but Rob looked bad.  I had no
idea what had happened to him but from the look of his ass, he got fucked
by a horse.

"Eric, where the fuck are you!"  Dad yelled.

Eric came around the corner.  He looked at Rob and started laughing.
"Looks like Rob got a good fucking last night from your two friends' dad."
Eric said as he adjusted his pants.  "I saw them in here with him last
night.  I figured it was okay since they were your friends."  Eric's face
had started to show some concern.

"I never told them to fuck your brother.  I told them to play with him, get
a blowjob, and keep him busy.  I never told them to ruin his ass hole."
Dad said as he rocked Rob in his arms.  I could tell that dad felt really
bad.  Rob wasn't crying, but he looked so helpless in dad's arms.

"Adam, go get him some of that shake I made." Dad said.

I raced into the kitchen.  Poured Rob a glass, and brought it back to his
room and handed it to dad.

"Here, drink this" dad told Rob.

Funny enough Rob had not said anything this whole time, just laid there.  I
started wondering if he was really as hurt as he was acting, or if he was
just pretending so that he could get his dad's attention.  I mean his ass
was red and swollen.  And I could see a big puddle of what I was betting
was cum on his bed.  But I did not see any bruises, or anything like that.

 "Eric, you and Adam start cleaning up.  Start by getting Rob's sheets and
things, and Adam's clothes, into the washer.  Adam will need to go home
later and I don't want his mom to smell the cigar smoke and beer on him."
Dad said as he picked up Rob and carried him toward the living room.
"Adam, come get a garbage bag and start by getting all the glasses and
empting all the ashtrays."

That left Eric in Rob's room to get the cloths on the floor and pull the
sheets off his bed.  When I got back with the garbage bag, I noticed that
under Rob's sheets was a plastic liner.  I knew what it was because I had
them on my bed until a few years ago because I would sometimes wet it.  But
I was surprised to see it on Rob's bed.

Eric pointed to his room and said "Do me a favor and make sure you get the
shit out of my room too."

I went into Eric's room and there was a half full cup of beer and an
ashtray with a cigar butt and ashes in it.  As I grabbed them, I looked
around for something to do with the beer.  On his walls were the normal
posters and shit I expected to see.  But lying in the floor was a big
paddle with some strange letters on it.  I was staring at it, wondering
what it was for, when Eric tapped me on my back.  "You see something you
like?" he said with a grin.

"No" I stammered.

"It's a frat paddle I got from one of the local houses during a party a
couple months ago." Eric offered.

"It's cool looking" I said as I turned around with the cup of beer.

Eric took the beer from me and headed out of the room.  I was close behind
him.  I got to the living room and Eric was kicking the two guys still on
the floor.  "Get up bitches." Eric was calling as he kept kicking them.  I
mean he wasn't kicking them hard, just like nudging them with his foot.
But when that didn't work too well, I saw Eric aim a little lower.  He
planted a nice nudge into the first guys groan and he woke up right away.
Then Eric did the other guy and I was surprised how he went from passed out
to totally awake so fast.

"Hey, come one guys, get you bitch asses up and either help clean up, or at
least go home." Eric told them.

They were up and moving, and out the door in less than 10 minutes.  It's
surprising how when given the choice to clean or leave, most people leave.
But that's okay; I had most of the living room picked up before they even
got out the door.

I got into the kitchen and that's when I saw Rob, sitting at the table
drinking his shake and talking to dad.

"You sure you are going to be okay?' dad was asking Rob.

"Yeah, I'm sore, but I'm okay." Rob said.

I wanted to ask what happened, but I also didn't want to really know.  I
left the kitchen and went into the den and started picking up in there.
That's when dad came up behind me and messed up my hair.  "You need a
haircut boy." Dad said to me.

"I don't want one." I said without really thinking about it.

"I want you to get one.  I think you will look better with shorter hair."
Dad said as I felt a hand smack my ass.

I turned around and looked at him.  I wasn't sure how serious he was being,
but when I saw his face, I realized that he was being very serious.  Dad
grabbed my shoulder and pulled me toward him.  "I think it's time we had a
discussion boy."

"You know what happened in here last night was really special.  You became
part of this family, and now you need to understand what that means.  We
are all men here.  I mean we work hard and play hard.  I want you to know
that I will never tell anyone about what happened here last night.  But I
need you to promise me the same thing."  Dad paused and was looking me
right in my eyes.

It was hard to look at him back.  I wanted to look at the floor, but dad
was holding my chin now and making me look at him too.

"Promise me that anything that happens here will never be discussed with
anyone." Dad said.

"Um, okay, I guess." I sort of stuttered.

"That's not good enough Adam; I need your word that you will not talk about
this."

What did dad think I was going to tell people, that I got fucked like a
girl? I didn't want anyone to know that.  I didn't even what to think about
it.  "I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise."

"Good boy, now let's get this place cleaned up and get you home." Dad said.

I spent the next hour cleaning up around the house, making sure that
everything was done.  Rob didn't do anything except sit in the kitchen.
And Eric disappeared shortly after he started the laundry.  Dad fired up
another cigar and helped me.  Then he told Rob to stay in the house until
he got back and took me home.

I was still in Rob's clothes but I didn't think mom would notice.  And when
I got home, mom was still in bed anyway.  Dad told me to wait until my mom
was up, and then see if it was okay for me to come back over tonight.  He
also told me to have mom call him when she got up.

I went to my room when I got home and closed the door.  I stripped off
Rob's clothes and got my porn stash out.  I lay in bed and started jacking
off while thinking about what had just happened.  I stroked my cock
thinking about Eric fucking me, then dad fucking me twice.  I stroked even
harder thinking about dad's tongue on my hole.  That's when I noticed that
I was not getting as hard as I had when dad was fucking me this morning.
So I tried something.  I put a finger against my hole and started playing
with it.  It felt so good.  I loved the feeling.  I shoot the biggest load
of cum I think I have ever shot.  It was so amazing to cum like that.  That
was that mind blowing orgasm that I had heard about.  But to my shame, it
came from me playing with my own ass.

Does this make me gay, I wondered.  Does this make me a fag?  I had no
idea.  All I knew right now is that I wanted to go back over to my new home
and leave this one behind.  I fell asleep like that, naked in bed.

A couple hours later I heard a knock at my door.  "Adam, may I come in."
mom asked.

"Just a minute." I said as I tried to find some clothes and get dressed.  I
scrambled to grab some shorts and a t-shirt.  After I threw them on, I went
to the door.

"Hey mom, what's going on?" I asked as I opened the door.

"I got some news about your dad." She said.

I got so excited.  Dad had been on deployment overseas for almost 4 years.
I hadn't seen him since I right before my 11th birthday.  In fact the last
time I saw my dad, he was walking onto the plane with his unit.

Mom went on to tell me that Dad would be home next week.  All of a sudden I
went from totally excited to scared beyond belief.  I wondered if dad would
be able to tell that I had been fucked.  I mean dad always seemed to know
everything that was going on with me.  So would he be able to look at me
and know that I had let Rob's dad and brother fuck me?

Mom's words just sort of blended into the back ground as I tried to figure
out what I should do.  I mean she kept talking, but I don't remember a
thing she said.  Not until she said Mike's name did I snap back to reality.

"Huh? What?" I asked. I knew mom had just asked me something, but I had no
idea what.

"I said that Mike called about an hour ago and said that Rob wanted to know
if you could spend the rest of the weekend with them.  I told him that I
didn't care." Mom said.  "Do you want to stay with Rob this weekend?"

"Sure" was all I could think of to say.

"Okay then I will call Mike back and tell him to come and get you before I
leave for work.  Just remember to take your homework with you and be home
Sunday evening."  Mom messed up my hair and turned around, walking back
into the living room.

About 30 minutes later I heard a knock at the door.  Mom answered then
called my name.  I came out of my room with my backpack full of clothes and
books.  Then turning the corner I saw Mike standing there talking to my
mom.  I froze for a minute as Mike looked at me and winked.  Somehow I
don't think that Rob was the one that wanted me to spend the weekend.

"Adam was asking if he could get a haircut." I heard Mike telling mom.  Mom
had never liked my hair long and dad being military always had short hair
too.  So it was no surprise that mom was delighted to hear that I wanted a
haircut, even if I never really wanted it.

"Adam, you ready?  Rob is in the truck." Mike asked me as he reached out
and grabbed my shoulder.

"Yeah" was all I could get out.

As I left I turned back to look at mom.  I wanted to say something, but I
couldn't.  All I could do was wave and get into the back seat of the truck
with Rob.  Mike had one of those big trucks that had four doors, so at
least there was some room in the back.

I thought we were going back to Rob's house, but when we got to the end of
the street where we should have turned right, we turned left.  "Where are
we going?" I asked Rob.  He just looked at me for a minute then said "Dad
wants to go visit his friend Jim."

As Rob told me the story about how he had been fucked by Jim last night,
all I could think about was my own fucking.  Rob told me how he had wanted
it so bad, but once it started, it hurt so bad that he was begging Jim to
stop.  Jim of course didn't stop.

As we drove, I noticed that the truck was filling with cigar smoke.  No
surprise since Mike had lit a cigar at some point and the windows in the
back were locked so that we had no choice but to inhale the second hand
smoke.  I think Mike enjoyed the control over us.  In any case, the smoke
was getting pretty thick by the time the truck stopped.

"You two stay in here for now." Mike said as he got out.  He left the
engine running so that we did have air conditioning and the radio, but he
left the windows up.

Mike walked over to the house and knocked on the front door.  I saw one of
the guys from the party last night answer the door.  Mike and this guy, Rob
said it was Jim, shook hands and stood there and talked for a few minutes.
Rob was really watching what was going on, I think he was scared.  After
about 15 minutes of talking, Mike came back over to the truck and got in.

You could tell Mike was not happy at all.  He was mumbling under his breath
and immediately lit a cigar.  He drove straight home without saying a word
to us.  Rob and I just sat there in stunned silence.

"Okay, everybody out." Mike said once we got back to their house.

Rob and I asked about going to the skate park, and Mike said that would be
okay.  We grabbed our boards and went down the block to the park.  We
skated and joked around for about 2 hours and then noticed that it was
getting late.  I don't think either of us wanted to go back to the house,
but then Eric pulled up in his new Camaro and told us that we needed to get
our asses home.

As we rode our boards back to the house, we noticed that there was a third
car in the driveway besides Mike's truck and Eric's Camaro.  As we
approached the house Rob looked like he was getting pale.  I know I was
dreading tonight.  I mean last night I got my ass fucked for not only the
first time, but for the second and third times.  I also sucked my first
cock last night, although it was not by choice.

We opened the front door and immediately got hit with the smell of cigars
and the sounds of men laughing in the den.  Rob wanted to go to his room
and play video games so off we went.  I thought it was funny that Rob
didn't at least want to go tell his dad that we were home.  But to be
honest, I didn't really want Mike to know that we were back anyway.

We were about half way through a game of tennis on Rob's Wii when Eric
passed by the doorway headed toward his room.  "When did you guys get
back?" Eric said as he stuck his head through the door.

"We just got in." Rob answered.

"Well get your asses into the den.  Dad's been waiting for you two." Eric
scolded us.

I looked at Rob and he looked at me.  We put down the controllers and
walked toward the den.  When we got to the doorway leading into the den, I
saw that guy Jim sitting on the couch talking to Mike.  Both had cigars and
beers.

"Hey boys, come on over here." Mike said.

I went around the corner of the couch first and went to sit down when Mike
motioned me to come over to him.  I walked on over to him and he pointed at
the floor.  I just looked at him for a minute as it sank in, he wanted me
to sit down on the floor at his feet like a dog.  When I didn't sit down
right away, Mike grabbed my shoulder and forced me down to the floor.

Jim turned around and saw Rob just standing there and called him over to
where he was.  Then he did the same thing as Mike and had Rob sit in the
floor in front of him.

Mike put a leg over my shoulder and pulled me into the chair and held me
there.  It was almost like he was staking a claim to me or something.  I
felt both safe and humiliated if that is even possible.  Mike would also
reach down and stroke the back of my neck, play with my hair, and put his
hand under my chin and stroke.  All the time, he never stopped talking to
Jim.

During all this, Rob was being subjected to similar treatment by Jim.  The
only difference was that Jim kept putting his hand down Rob's shirt and
playing with his nipples too.  I could tell how uneasy it was making Rob
feel, but Mike never tried to stop Jim.  In fact, Mike never even seemed to
object to the way this man was objectifying his own son.  Maybe it was
because Mike was too busy doing the same to me.

Eric walked in and just looked at us sitting there on the floor and
laughed.  He grabbed a few cigars out of the humidor that sat on the table
behind the couch and then turned and started to leave.

"Are you going to be out all night Eric?" Mike asked.

Eric said that he didn't expect to be home until tomorrow and then left.

Jim just smiled and then looked down and Rob.  "So are you ready for a
repeat of last night boy?" he asked Rob.

Rob was frozen.  The color had drained from his face.  He looked at his
dad.  But Mike didn't seem to care.  There was his own son at the mercy of
one of his friends.  Even I was scared for Rob.

Jim reached down and pulled Rob's shirt off over his head.  That was when I
saw Rob's nipples.  They were glowing bright red and swollen.  I knew that
Jim had been play with Rob's nipples, but until then, I had no idea how
rough he had been.  Jim just continued to sit there squeezing and pinching
Rob's nipples.  But now I could watch and now the faces that Rob had been
making earlier made some sense.

Mike was really squeezing me with his legs now.  In a way I almost felt
like he was trying to protect me from what he knew was about to happen to
his son.  I felt so bad for Rob, I wanted to reach over and do something,
but every time I moved, Mike would just use his legs to put me back in
place.

I had no idea how long I had been trapped under Mike's leg.  But I did
notice that Mike's beer was empty.  "Would you like another beer?" I asked
Mike.

"I would love one." Jim replied.  He either didn't care or didn't realize
that I had not been talking to him.  Mike nodded when I looked up and then
took his leg off me.  I stood up and Mike patted me on the ass as I walked
away.  When I walked by Rob and looked down at him, I thought I saw a tear
in his eye.  At this point his nipples were almost blood red but Jim kept
pinching and squeezing.

I returned to the den with the two beers and Jim had Rob over his knee with
his pants off spanking his ass hard.  Rod was begging and crying and Mike
was sitting there in his chair just watching.

"I told you not to pull away boy." Jim said as he landed another smack on
Rob's red ass.  "You need to figure this out boy, your ass in now mine.
You will give me that ass, or anything else I want, when I tell you too."
Jim was wailing on Rob's ass and Rob was crying and begging for him to
stop.  "Do you want to keep your dad out of jail boy?  Then do what I say."

I handed Mike his beer and just stood there not knowing what to do with
Jim's beer.  Jim took Rob off his lap and pulled his pants completely off
then sat him back down on the floor between his legs.  Rob was completely
naked now.  He was the only person in the room that was naked.  But I got
the feeling I would be next.

"Adam, get me a cigar would you?" Mike asked.  It was more like a command
then a question, but I understood what was going on.  Mike had shown me how
to light a cigar just last night.  But there were certain things that I
remembered.  I remembered that Mike would need the cigar nipper, and the
lighter, so I grabbed them too.  Mike smiled when he saw it.

I handed the cigar to Mike, then the nippers.  Mike clipped the end off of
the cigar and then rolled it in his mouth.  I knew now was the time to
light and hold the lighter.  So I did just that, and Mike lit his cigar
while making sure my face was assaulted with cigar smoke.  But I was
getting used to this by now.

Jim was well aware of what I was doing for Mike and as soon as I finished
with Mike's cigar, Jim was wanting one too.  I did the same for Jim as I
did for Mike.  Then I went back and took my place on the floor between
Mike's legs.

Not 5 minutes later Jim stood up and told Mike that he would be back in a
few minutes.  I figured that he was going to go to the bathroom or
something but to my surprise he grabbed Rob by the back of the neck and
took him out of the room with him.

I looked at Mike.  "Don't ask" was all he said.  So I didn't.

Mike turned on the TV and almost in a lovingly way rubbed my shoulders.
Mike smoked his cigar, and I could feel the tension in his hands.  I looked
up at him and I could see what I would only describe as anxiety on Mike's
face.

We had been watching TV for about 15 minutes and I was getting worried
about what was happening to Rob.  I turned around to look at Mike and just
then I could hear Jim and Rob coming back.  I looked toward the door and
Jim walked in first, then Rob followed him.

Rob had been crying again.  His eyes were puffy and red, and it looked like
he had snot all over his face.  Jim sat back down on the couch and Rob sat
down back between his legs.  As Rob went to sit down, I would see the end
of something black stuck in his ass.  I could also see the bruises that
were starting to form.

I was trying to get Rob's attention so I could find out what was going on,
but Rob never looked up.  Where Mike was holding me close and touching me
in loving ways, Jim now wasn't even holding onto Rob and was almost
ignoring him.  But Rob's attention was fixed on Jim.

Jim and Mike talked again for a while.  I could tell that Mike was
uncomfortable.  But yet he was letting this friend control the conversation
and Mike actually seemed to be shying away from some of the stuff that Jim
was talking about.

Jim had taken his cigar with him earlier but had not brought it back.  I
noticed this but didn't really think about it until Jim told Rob to get him
another cigar.  Rob had an almost terrified look on his face when he heard
Jim speak.  Rob got up, but had to put a hand on the thing sticking out of
his ass, I'm guessing to hold it in.  Then he walked around the couch, got
a cigar, nippers, and lighter, and returned to Jim.

Rob stood in front of Jim who had reached out and grabbed Rob's cock and
balls and started playing with them.  The look on Mike's face was almost as
bad as the look on Rob's face.  But without hesitating, Rob nipped the end
off of the cigar, and then he put it in his mouth and rolled it around.  He
then took the end he had nipped and held it there, turned the cigar around
and put the length of it down his throat.  Rob was looking directly at Jim
while he did this, and I saw Jim let out a little smile.

Rob pulled the cigar out of his mouth, and then turned it around placing
the nipped end back into his mouth.  Now he proceeded to light the cigar.
He was taking short puffs on the cigar and turning it in the flame.  Then
he took it out of his mouth, looked at the lit end and blew on it.  I guess
he saw what he was looking for because then he offered the cigar to Jim who
took it and started smoking it.

Rob returned the nipper and lighter to the table then picked up the ashtray
and returned to Jim.  I was waiting for Rob to sit down, but instead he
kneeled and held the ashtray out and just waited.

Mike seemed to be watching everything and when he saw something that he did
not like, or that upset him, I could tell because he would squeeze me even
harder.  I was trying to figure out what was going on with Rob.  I mean he
had no smile on his face.  He was not even trying to look at me or mike
anymore.  He seemed like he was almost not even there, just going through
the motions.

Jim had started stroking his cock trough his pants while he smoked and this
lasted for about 10 minutes before he got up again.  This time he said
something about heading to bed.  I wondered what he was talking about but I
quickly got the idea that he was spending the night.

Jim stood up and Rob was quick to follow him.  Mike just watched.  As Jim
walked out of the room, Rob followed but as he got to the door he turned
and made eye contact with Mike.  I think they both had a tear in their eye.
But Mike did nothing to stop it.

Mike got up just a few minutes later and took me to bed with him.  Mike
turned on some music in his room and then he took off his clothes and sat
down on the edge of the bed.  He motioned for me to come over and I did.

Mike grabbed my shirt and pulled it off.  Then he grabbed the waistband of
my shorts and took them off me too.  I was standing there in just my
underwear but they didn't stay on long either.  Mike smiled as he stripped
my underwear off to see me getting hard.  I was scared, but I also had
given into the fact that I liked the way Mike held me and made me feel.

Mike held my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.  "Rob is going
to need your help over the next few weeks.  You are probably going to see a
change in him.  Do what you can to help him, and keep him on track in
school.  And if you see anything that worries you, come straight to me.
Okay?"

I nodded.  I was not sure what was going on.  But I did have an idea.

Mike held me tight and made love to me.  He caressed me.  He played with my
ass and licked it again.  But in everything he did, I could feel love and
power.  When Mike was ready to put his cock in my ass, he did so gently,
not like the other night when Eric slammed into me.  Mike was stroking my
ass with his cock.  After fucking me deep and cumming in me, he held me
tight like a teddy bear as he drifted off to sleep.  I felt so safe and
secure in Mike's arms.  But as I fell asleep, I wondered what was happening
to Rob.



END OF CHAPTER 4