Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 13:25:59 -0800
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Neighbor's New Hogboy - 2

The Neighbor's New Hogboy
Part Two
By Randall Austin

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Thomas hated to leave the Patterson's, but it was almost noon, and Thomas's
father, Phillip Dayton, always got upset if his boys were late for lunch.
When Thomas arrived home after spending almost two hours watching the
Patterson's new slave haul bricks and do whatever he was told to do by
Mr. Patterson and his son Waylan, Thomas was one mighty horny 18-year old.

But Thomas knew that there was enough time before lunch to take care of
urgent business.  He locked the door to his bedroom, switched on his
computer, and turned on a slide show of his favorite porn pictures;
pictures of boys in their late teens and early twenties doing it with men
in their thirties.

Thomas pulled his dick out of his trousers and started jacking frantically.
But after awhile he stopped; the pictures on his computer screen weren't
turning him on nearly as much as were his thoughts of Patterson's new
slave, the handsome 28-year old Craig Winston.

Thomas stood up, and not bothering to turn off the slide show, he took his
clothes off as he made his way to his bed.  He grabbed some lotion from the
bureau and plopped himself on his back on the bed.  He squirted lots of
lotion on his dick and then started jacking with both hands.  He closed his
eyes and thought of some of the things he had witnessed: Craig crouching in
the hole; Mr. Patterson spitting on him; Craig slapped in the face by
Mr. Patterson; Craig cringing in fear when Mr. Patterson approached him;
and Craig hauling heavy cinder blocks in the nude wearing only a slave
collar and slave work boots.

As Thomas neared his climax his thoughts focused on Craig's beautiful body
covered in sweat, his muscles taut and straining, and a long uncircumcised
cock flopping about.  How Thomas had dreamed of having such a man as Craig
as his lover.  Craig was on his mind so intensely that as he shot his load
in several long glorious spurts he moaned Craig's name.  When he had spent
his load he moaned in the afterglow, "Man, that was so fucking wild!"

He opened his eyes still in ecstasy, and there, standing in the doorway
watching him, was his father.  Thomas screamed and scrambled to pull a
blanket over himself.  As he did so Mr. Dayton walked over to the computer
and watched the slideshow.  He watched the show for about a minute in total
silence.  He then told Thomas to get dressed and to accompany him down to
the dining room.

After Thomas had quickly dressed he went to turn off the embarrassing slide
show, but his father told him to leave it on.  When they had exited
Thomas's room, Mr. Dayton pulled the door to the room shut and locked it
with the key with which he had opened it.  Thomas was frustrated and
worried, but did not protest his father's locking his bedroom door because
he didn't want to risk upsetting his father anymore than he probably
already was.

Thomas wasn't sure if his father was upset or angry, and his father's
silence was unnerving him.

At the dinner table when Michael brought up to his father what he had
witnessed in the Patterson's back yard, and excitedly asked Thomas to join
in the describing of events they had witnessed, Thomas was mum.  Michael
did not understand his older brother's sudden reticence on the subject.

Thomas couldn't look at his father, and only stared at his plate, barely
eating.  He had thoroughly lost his appetite in his shame and humiliation.
And the more time that passed, the more upset he became, as he wondered
what his father was thinking.

After dinner, Mr. Dayton retired to his study, and Michael and Thomas went
into the kitchen and washed the dishes.  When the chore was finished,
Thomas went to his father's study and was about to knock, but he heard his
father in a telephone conversation and therefore he did not knock.  He
didn't want to upset his father any further after the embarrassing
incident.  He was frustrated that he couldn't make out the conversation
through the thick wooden door of his father's study.

Ten minutes later Thomas went back to his father's study, and when he heard
no talking coming from the room, he quietly knocked.  His father told him
to come in, and Thomas told his father that he needed to get into his room
to retrieve some library books that were due.

His father dropped what he was doing and accompanied Thomas up to his room.
Mr. Dayton unlocked the bedroom door, let Thomas enter, and he followed him
into the room.  His father spoke, "Just gather what you need for the rest
of the afternoon, but don't touch anything else."

Thomas was worried.  He gathered his things, and was about to exit the
room, but couldn't contain himself any longer.  "Dad, why can't I touch my
things?  This is my room."

Mr. Dayton spoke calmly, "Son, I've called some people from the Family
Protection Agency to come over and scan your room.  They do evaluations and
character assessments based upon personal effects and remnants."

Thomas was firm, "Dad, the Family Protection Agency is a Christian
fundamentalist religious organization."

"I'm aware of that son, but they employ reputable professionals in the
field of sociology and psychiatry."

"But Dad, they are all, really, nothing but religious nuts."

Mr. Dayton felt no need to support his case, "That's no way to talk about
people!  I intend to see what they have to say.  They'll be here in about
90 minutes."  Mr. Dayton looked at his watch, "Hurry along son, I've got a
lot to do before they get here."

Thomas left the house in an anxious state.  He ended up staying at the
library for three hours, and afterwards he went to the park where he
usually met his friends.  None of his friends were at the park, and Thomas
was relieved.  Now that his father had discovered that he was a homosexual,
Thomas wondered if his father would be letting everyone know what he had
discovered.  The thought of his friends finding out about his sexuality
filled Thomas with great anxiety.

Thomas dawdled by himself for as long as he could.  The longer he dawdled,
the more a sinking feeling in his stomach deepened.  As dinnertime
approached, he gave himself enough time to get home on time so he would not
upset his father any further.

When Thomas arrived home his father was in the kitchen preparing dinner,
and he asked his father where his mother was.  "She's staying with friends
this evening, Thomas.  She'll be back first thing in the morning."

Mr. Dayton noticed that Thomas had brought home more library books, so he
dug into his pocket, found Thomas's bedroom key, and held it out for
Thomas, "Here's your key back."

Thomas took the key and felt greatly relieved.  He was curious about what
had transpired with the visit from the Family Protection Agency, but was
still too worried to talk about it.  He wanted the things his father had
witnessed in his bedroom to be put out of his father's mind as quickly as
possible.

As Thomas made his way out of the kitchen, his father said, "Don't make any
plans for tonight, because you and I are visiting Uncle Bob tonight."

Thomas was somewhat annoyed to have his evening ruined, but didn't want to
express any dissatisfaction that could further upset his father.  He wanted
to be on his best behavior for his father.

And besides, even though he would rather be doing other things, he really
liked his Uncle Bob and his son, Kevin.

***

On the trip to Uncle Bob's, when Thomas questioned the reason for the trip,
his father only replied that he had to take care of some business.

But as soon Mr. Dayton and Thomas entered Uncle Bob's house, Thomas knew
something was amiss.  Rather than friendly hello's and handshakes from
Uncle Bob and his 22-year old son, Kevin, all that Thomas got from them
were glances of disgust, and his uncle and cousin gave Mr. Dayton
sympathetic looks that seem to acknowledge that he was bearing the weight
of the world on his shoulders.

It was even stranger when the first words from anybody's lips were from
Uncle Bob, who said curtly, "Let's all go downstairs."

Thomas felt somewhat nervous as they trudged down the stairs leading from
the kitchen into the basement.  The basement was a typical unfinished
basement like so many houses throughout the United States: grey concrete
walls and floor, with drains in the floor; a washer and dryer in one
corner; a freezer against another wall; a water heater; a work bench;
shelving that held additional kitchen pantry items; and an old cot with a
slightly worn mattress that looked like it was under consideration to be
hauled to the dumps.

But what was not typical, at least to any of the basements Thomas had been
in before, was a large, somewhat dated looking cage situated against the
basement's south wall.  And it was towards that cage everyone was walking.

The door to the cage was open, and when they arrived at the cage,
Mr. Dayton moved close to Thomas and touched him on the shoulder, "Okay
son, get into the cage."  Thomas wanted to back away, but Uncle Bob and
Kevin had moved in close behind him.  There was no room to move.

Thomas was dazed, said nothing, and did not move.  Mr. Dayton spoke again,
"Come on Tommy, into the cage."

Thomas tried to get away but his father was holding him, "Dad, what's going
on?"

Mr. Dayton used force to guide his son, "Let's go Thomas, into the cage!"
He was unable to move Thomas, so he called for help, "Okay guys, you better
help me here!"

Uncle Bob grabbed Thomas from the other shoulder, and both he and
Mr. Dayton were able to maneuver Thomas to the entrance of the cage.  But
they could not push him in because Thomas had put his foot out and hooked
it onto one of the bars, thus preventing his father and uncle from getting
him all the way into the cage.  This was where Cousin Kevin stepped in, and
in an effective move gave a hard kick to the shin of Thomas's leg that was
obstructing movement.  Thomas shouted out and stumbled, and the two
brothers were thus able to get Thomas into the cage.

In a commanding voice Uncle Bob called out, "Good move, son!" and swiftly
closed the door to the cage and locked it.  The three men outside of the
cage gave sighs of relief, as if the worst were over.

Thomas grabbed the bars of the cage, "Dad, what's going on?  Why am I
here?"

Mr. Dayton responded, "I was worried about you.  I wanted to keep you
secure until tomorrow morning.  I knew my brother had this old, unused,
cage, so I thought it would be best to keep you here until the morning."

Thomas was frantic, "Why Dad?  What's happening in the morning, Dad?"

"They're sending a collection team for you."

"Who's sending a collection a team for me?"

Mr. Dayton sought to calm Thomas down, so he moved towards the cage,
grabbed a bar of the cage with his right hand, and spoke calmly; "Son, in
the morning a team from the Webb County Social Services Authority is coming
to pick you up.  Thomas, the folks from the Family Protection Agency
checked out your room and its effects, and were able to determine, based on
what they found, that a life of servitude would be the ideal situation for
you."

Thomas was wide eyed, "Dad, just because a bunch of religious prudes and
nuts think some sexual practice is a sin, that doesn't make it so."

Mr. Dayton nodded, "Son.  I'm aware of that.  I don't share the Family
Protection Agency's view on homosexuality.  The Family Protection Agency
counsels a broad range of clients, not just those who share their beliefs,
and thus they are aware that they have to present hard, scientific, data.
All of the reports they showed me were based on data gathered in a
scientific manner."

"After checking your room, finding your hidden toys, scanning your
computer, and reading your diary, they were able to show me studies that
indicated that people with your predilections need the kind of orderly
structure in your life that a life of servitude can offer.  They showed me
that the vast majority of homosexuals are far happier in a life of
servitude than non-homosexuals.  Based on statistics of the homosexual
population, they showed me that homosexual lifestyles lead to more
alcoholism, drug-consumption, and disease, than non-homosexual lifestyles.
But the most convincing data they showed me were the reports and
testimonials of homosexuals who were indentured for life: in short, they
are, statistically, among the most contented people on the planet.  And
that is why I've gone ahead and had you indentured; I want you to be happy,
son."

All Thomas could do was sigh, "Dad", as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Mr. Dayton continued, "Son, I'm not blind you know.  I've been aware of
some of the things you've been getting into for over a year now.  And I
have had more than a few sleepless nights over it.  This is not a hasty
decision on my part, son.  I've been wondering about what could be done to
help you for a long time.  I just thought the incident today was as good as
any as to spur me to take action and do what had to be done before you
turned 19 and were legally out of my providence."

Thomas shook his head, "Dad, you just can't go and make a decision like
this on your own!"

Uncle Bob approached the bars of the cage as well, "Tommy, your dad has
been seeking my opinion on your behavior for quite some time.  He did not
make this decision alone.  I want you to know that I fully support your
father in his decision to have you indentured."

Kevin joined in, "And me too, man.  Tom, dude, it isn't just my dad and
your dad who think this is for the best.  I do too!  I too urged them to
have you committed to servitude when I found out certain things about you,
and the path you were heading down.  I've had homos come up to me in public
restrooms, and some of the things they've said and suggested to me were
really freaky, dude.  It's an illness and you need to face it.  Servitude
can help you overcome it dude; to channel yourself and all that wasted homo
energy into being a useful and productive member of society."

Thomas was angry, "Fuck you, you arrogant blockhead!"  There was shocked
silence, but Thomas continued, "Now get me out of this gawdamm cage!"

Mr. Dayton was firm, "Son, you watch your mouth around Uncle Phil and
Kevin!"

"I'm not watching my mouth.  Get me out of this cage, now!"  Thomas started
to shake the cage severely and it started rocking.

Mr. Dayton warned, "You stop that now, or there will be consequences."

Thomas was lost in anger, and no longer cared what he said, "Fuck you all!
I hate you.  You creeps.  Get me out of here!"

As Thomas continued rocking the cage Uncle Bob tried to assure Phil that it
wouldn't roll over, "It's too heavy.  He won't be able to tilt it.  But I
am concerned about him marking up the basement floor.  The steel base of
the cage is making marks in the floor."

Mr. Dayton warned Thomas, "You stop that now, son, or you'll be sorry!"

Thomas only started to rock the cage more severely and swear more
profanely.  He saw his father, Uncle Bob, and Kevin consulting, but could
not hear what they were saying over the noise of the rattling cage and his
curses.

As Kevin left the group and made his way upstairs, Mr. Dayton addressed his
son, "Thomas, Kevin is going upstairs to get a shaving strap.  If you don't
quiet down we're going to use it on you!"

Thomas stopped shaking the cage and smiled, "I dare you!  It's illegal for
you to physically discipline anyone over the age of eleven in this state!
If you so much as lay a hand on me I'll sue you for assault and battery!"

Uncle Bob folded his arms smugly and smiled, then spoke, "You're right
about age eleven.  But your father has an appointment set up to have your
papers of indenturement signed by the judge tomorrow morning at 9 AM.  At
that time you will officially be a servant, who can then, legally, be
physically disciplined at any age.  The courts recognize that folks who
find out they are about to be indentured can get a little ornery, therefore
any procedures that are needed to calm down a disobeying, soon-to-be
servant, are generally considered acceptable.  The only way you could sue
your dad is if he went ahead and had you strapped here tonight, and then
tomorrow decided to not go ahead and have you indentured.  Then you could
sue him for assault, and would probably win big time!"

Mr. Dayton spoke, "But I assure you son, I do not intend to back out of
this.  I don't want you to hold out hope that I might change my mind."

There was a pause, Thomas said nothing, so Mr. Dayton continued, "This is
not going to be bad, son.  You'll see.  Even now, Uncle Bob has put lots of
blankets and pillows in your cage so you'll be comfortable tonight."

Uncle Bob spoke, "You'll also noticed there, on the floor, in the corner of
your cage, there's a water bottle, and a plastic urinal in case you have to
pee."

As Kevin came back down the stairs, carrying a very wide and quite thick
strap, he asked, "Is he still being a shit?"  Kevin walked up to the cage,
held up the strap so Thomas could see it, and asked, "You still want to
give us trouble?"

In a surprise move Thomas reached through the bars and in a flash grabbed
the strap and pulled it into the cage.

Kevin jumped back surprised, and addressed his Uncle Phil, "Did you see
that?  Thomas is out of control, sir.  He's a madman!"

Mr. Dayton addressed his son, "Son, hand back the strap or else we'll come
in there and get it."

Thomas made a threat in a puffed up voice, "You try it and you'll all be
sorry!"

Mr. Dayton continued, "Thomas, I will not have a tantrum from you here at
Uncle Bob's."

"Well then take me away from here", sneered Thomas.

The three uncaged men consulted.  Thomas could see them all shaking their
heads in agreement.  Finally Mr. Dayton spoke, "Thomas, you hand us back
the strap and behave yourself starting now, and all will be fine.  But if
you continue being defiant, we're coming in there.  And if we have to come
in there to get the strap, we're going to use it on you.  Now hand it over,
son."

Thomas only sneered at the three men, shook his head, and gave them all the
finger.

Mr. Dayton did not want to have to punish his son, but he stayed the
course, "Son, one last chance; pass the strap through the bars!"

Thomas responded by taking the strap and slashing the bars.

Uncle Bob took the lead, "Okay, let's move in fellas!"  As Bob took the key
to the door Thomas slashed the strap out at the lock.  Uncle Bob was now
angry, "Okay young man, you're way out of line now!"

After two more attempts to unlock the cage were thwarted by Thomas slashing
the lock, Bob was finally able to unlock the door and rush into the cage
and pull Thomas out.  Once Thomas was out of the cage the strap was quickly
grabbed away by Kevin, and Kevin, Mr. Dayton and Bob quickly moved in
around Thomas and started undoing the buckles and buttons of his clothes.
Thomas was now not so arrogant, but was afraid, and asked what they were
doing.

Uncle Bob replied, "We're stripping you totally bare for an ass strapping
you will never forget!"

Thomas was now pleading like a child, "Please Daddy, no.  I'll behave!"

Kevin smiled as he tore Thomas's shirt off, "You're damn right that you're
going to behave!"

As Kevin took the lead in undressing Thomas, he was in a triumphant mood,
and his smile showed it.  "We're getting you naked for your first
punishment as a slave because that's the way slaves have to take a
strapping, bare ass naked!"

Thomas could not believe how his cousin Kevin, with whom he had so many
great times, was now a totally changed person towards him.  But of course,
as he realized what was happening to him, it became clear that his father
and his uncle were also treating him like he was a different human being.
It was too strange, and Thomas was so overcome, that soon he was completely
bare without having offered much of a struggle.

Mr. Dayton and Uncle Bob each grabbed an arm and pulled Thomas over to the
cot and laid him face down.  Each brother held down an arm and a shoulder
of the prone soon-to-be slave.  Bob spoke, "Kevin, you get to do the
honors."

Kevin thanked his dad, took his place over his cousin's quivering buttocks,
pulled on his strap, gathered it, and let it fly across Thomas's behind.

Thomas screamed and pleaded, "Please, no!"

Kevin smiled at the squeal elicited and swung again to see if he could get
another one.  He was pleased to hear that the second squeal was louder than
the first.

Uncle Bob smiled too, "You're getting some nice squeals out of him.  That
means you're doing a good job, son!"

Kevin, proud of the compliment from his father, swung the strap and
succeeded in getting a really piercing squeal from Thomas, who then started
bucking his hips in a desperate effort to break free.  Over the bucking
buttocks Kevin applied three more fast blows and Thomas almost succeeded in
breaking away.

Mr. Dayton warned everyone, "Okay everyone, let's concentrate and not lose
control here."  He nodded to Kevin, and Kevin peeled off another nice slice
to the naughty teen rump.

Mr. Dayton spoke, "Son, you've got eight more coming for a total of
fifteen. Hang in there!"

Kevin was smiling broadly, "This is cool, having a real naked-slave
punishment session right here in our own basement!"

Kevin paused to flex his arm muscles.  He then pulled the strap back really
far and gave his mightiest swat.  Thomas's squeal was not so high, but loud
and long, and ended with a desperate plea, "PLEASE STOP!"

Kevin responded with two more fast blows, and one more long hard blow.
Kevin spoke, "Just four more to go, cousin.  That is if you start behaving
once we're over with this set!"  That said, Kevin gave the last four blows
with strong and fast arm movements.

At the end of the strapping Thomas was heaving and his backside was covered
in sweat.  The men just let the punished teen sob on the bed.

Uncle Bob advised his brother, "I think we should keep him naked in the
cage.  It's just an extra precaution should he attempt an escape."

Mr. Dayton agreed, "It makes sense to me."

Uncle Bob offered advice, "Let's get him back into the cage while he's
still subdued."

Mr. Dayton agreed and the two brothers pulled the sobbing slave up and
started to guide him back towards the cage, but stopped as Uncle Bob
started speaking, "Take a good look at him, fellas.  He's nicely
proportioned.  That's a real asset in a slave in terms of market value."

Phil, Bob, and Kevin, all did a careful examination of the naked, sobbing,
Thomas.  Thomas was too lost in pain and anxiety to react to his exposure.
Kevin found a thrill in having his cousin before him in such an exposed and
defeated condition.  He spoke as he fingered Thomas's upper chest, "I only
know about social servants from what I peruse on the first page of the
business section of the Times, but I would say, Uncle Phil, that you're
probably going to make a bundle from the sale of Thomas."

Mr. Dayton spoke sincerely, "Gentlemen, that is the furthest thing from my
mind."

Uncle Bob spoke, "We absolutely know it is, Phil.  Kevin certainly didn't
mean to offend you."

As Bob bent down a little to get a good look at Thomas's genitals, Kevin
confirmed, "Dad is right, Uncle Phil.  I didn't mean it to sound the way it
came out."  Mr. Dayton shook his head, pleased to know that everyone knew
he had no mercenary interests.

Uncle Bob nodded to his brother, and they continued to guide Thomas towards
the cage.  Mr. Dayton eased Thomas into the cage, and once in the cage
Thomas went to the pile of blankets, laid himself down, curled up, and
pulled a blanket over himself, completely covering his body and his face.
Though covered, his sobs could be heard.  Uncle Bob spoke, "See, the
strapping was the right thing to do.  He's all calmed down now."

Kevin offered his observation, "It looks like he's beginning to accept his
lot."  Kevin looked at his uncle, "Uncle Phil, I was glad I could help
Thomas out like this, at a time when he really needed it."

Mr. Dayton placed a hand on Kevin's shoulder, "I really appreciate it. I
could tell from the way you were strapping my son that you didn't want to
do it, but you knew it had to be done."

Kevin nodded, "That's right Uncle Phil.  Just because Thomas is a homo
slave, that doesn't mean I don't want what's best for him."

Uncle Bob moved his brother and son a little away from the cage and spoke
in a more subdued voice, but one which Thomas could still overhear, "And
Phil, not only do I want what's best for Thomas, but I also want what's
best for you and your family, as well."

Mr. Dayton nodded appreciatively, and looked at his brother for
clarification, "Phil, you've got to face the fact that now that you've got
one son out of the way, your family is a very different kind of entity.
With one less mouth to feed, one less college education to fund, and with
what you are poised to earn from the sale of Thomas, you are in a new
economic bracket.  A bracket that will allow you to care for your wife,
Becky, and your son, Michael, in a far more lavish fashion!"

Mr. Dayton again acknowledged what his brother was saying.  Bob put a hand
on his brother's shoulder, "Phil, you would be seriously remiss if you
didn't act to reap maximum rewards from this sale."

Mr. Dayton asked, "What do you mean, Bob?"

"I'll tell you what I mean.  Right now you're set to earn anywhere from
$500,000 to $700,000 on the sale of Thomas.  But if you were to get Thomas
bulked out the way your neighbor does his slaves, you'd be set to bring in
quite a bit more."

Mr. Dayton answered, "I don't have the facilities to get Thomas muscled out
the way Mr. Patterson does."

Bob agreed, "Right.  Nor could you afford to.  Mr. Patterson buys top value
slaves, then spends about $30,000 over the period of a year and a half
getting the slave bulked up and muscled out, and training their nipples and
balls to stick out and hang low, so that they're really primed for a life
of hard labor.  By that investment of thirty grand Mr. Patterson is able to
sell the slave for anywhere from one to two hundred thousand more than he
paid for it."

"Now you can't bulk Thomas out on your own, but there are brokerage firms
that will agree to buy your son for less than normal market value, then
they get him hard-labor muscled and ready, and you eventually share in a
percentage of the sale that would be more than you would make if you sold
Thomas outright to the county.  Think about it!"

Mr. Dayton nodded appreciatively, and his brother could see that he was
seriously considering his words.  Uncle Bob wanted to make sure Mr. Dayton
took advantage of the opportunity, "Again, Phil, I'm just suggesting this
for the benefit of your family, for Becky and Michael."

After a pause Uncle Bob asked, "By the way, speaking of Michael, how do you
know he's not a homo, too?"

Mr. Dayton smiled, and was proud to answer, "I have no worry there.  When
the folks from the Family Protection Agency were over, I had them do a
quick scan of Michael's room after they finished scanning Thomas's room,
and within five minutes they had found some Hustler magazines, and a
paperback porn novel about some guy who has a love affair with his
daughter."

Uncle Bob was also happy that there was a ray of sunshine in his brother's
life, "That's great!  Sounds like a kid you can be proud of!"

Mr. Dayton smiled, "I am, believe me.  I'm going to treat him like gold
from now on!"

Mr. Dayton was about to go on, but at the thought of having a slave for a
son, he started to choke up, "I only have one son now."  He started to cry
and his brother embraced him.  As Mr. Dayton quietly sobbed, Kevin came up
and also hugged him.

When Mr. Dayton had recovered from his crying fit, Uncle Bob tried to
lighten things up, "What do you say, guys, that we have a beer?  I think
we've earned it!"

Mr. Dayton nodded, and Kevin smiled, "Sounds like a great idea!"

As the three men started to go up the stairs, Mr. Dayton turned towards his
blanket covered son, and spoke, "Thomas, I want you to know that I'm with
you, and I'll be praying for you."

Uncle Bob, nodded, agreeing that that was a nice thing for his brother to
say, so he joined in, "And, Thomas, I want you to know I'll be praying for
you as well."

Kevin joined in also, "Yeah, same here dude.  I'll pray for ya'."

When the three men had made it to the top of the stairs, Uncle Bob turned
out the basement lights before closing the door.

To be continued...

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