Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:37:31 -0500
From: JL <borotn@gmail.com>
Subject: James part 3

Here is the part 3 rewrite.  I believe I posted this one originally in
summer 2001.  I hope you all are enjoying this little foray into the past.
I've actually heard from a few people who read the story when I originally
posted it, and now they're reading it again.  One nice person even said
that they've read it three times; a reader after my own heart!  I've read
my favorite stories at least five or six times all the way through.

Feel free to contact me with comments, questions, or whatever at
BoroTN@gmail.com.


Part III

	My realization of that night proved to be very correct, I
discovered.  Over the course of the next three weeks, James and I spent a
lot of time together.  He came over a lot for dinner and a movie, or we
would go play in the park.  Yeah, I know it seems dumb for two guys in
their twenties to go playing in a park, but it was nice to be carefree and
forget about school and work and stress.  Besides, it gave me a chance to
ogle James' fine body.  One time we ended up playing a game of one on one
basketball, and I decided it was a good opportunity to feel him up a few
times.  Each time I did it he would let out this cute sound, almost like a
squeal.  Then he would grin and mutter, "Pervert."  It was nice to be
light, which was something I had been sorely missing in the weeks before
James and I met.
	Then there was the time we went roller blading.  I think that James
was born on wheels, since he always had to slow down for me.  I am not too
good on those things, and I was constantly losing my balance.  Then again,
it's hard to concentrate when the guy you are with happens to be gorgeous
and he strips off his shirt about one minute into the day.
	I skidded and slipped about five feet behind him, but I got a great
rear view.  James was wearing a loose pair of nylon shorts that somehow
managed to leave both everything and nothing to the imagination.  Every
stride he took would cause one of his round, hard ass cheeks to push
against the nylon.  He also had a beautifully developed back.  He didn't
have exceptionally broad shoulders, but they were very nicely muscled, and
his back tapered nicely to his waist.  All this would be going on in front
of me, so I don't think it was really all that strange for someone who is
supposed to be athletic to lose himself in the action of James' ass muscles
and then find himself sprawled on the sidewalk.  I got a great fringe
benefit, too.  It gave me a chance to look up James' shorts when he would
turn around and come back to haul me up, and I always got a tantalizing
view of his jockstrap-wrapped package.
	"Damn, your ass is heavy.  You need to drop some of that weight,"
he said after the fourth time.  I gave him a withering stare, and he broke
into laughter.  "You know, I am beginning to think you are falling on
purpose.  Nobody who is athletic as you is THIS uncoordinated."
	I just grinned.  "I'll never tell," I said as I pushed off and
glided smoothly past him.


	That's how our relationship went in the early stages.  It was
extremely light and free, compared to the raw, intense first night.  It
just reinforced my belief that James was psychic, since he seemed to know
exactly what I needed.  All of my previous relationships had been
emotionally intense, and they had always drained me.  I needed the
playfulness and lightness, and it worked wonders.  I was forming an
incredibly intense bond with him already.
	Granted, we did have a few intense times over those three weeks.  A
lot of the time, something I would see on TV or hear on the radio would
spark a memory or a feeling in me and we would end up with me on the floor,
sitting between James' legs with my back to him, and him sitting on the
couch rubbing my shoulders.  I would pour my heart out to him, and he would
always sit and listen patiently.
	One time James had come over for dinner, and we were washing an
incredible week's worth of dishes and listening to the news.  There was a
report on this special program for gifted children, and James noticed how I
had gotten quiet and was paying close attention to the report.
	He put his dishtowel down and turned to me.  "So you want to talk
about it?"
	I just smiled ruefully and began washing again.  "It's just funny
that they talk about that.  I told you that I was a `smart kid' before,
right?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, you did that first night.  Tell me again though."  James
always did that.  Even if I had told him some story from my past he always
told me to tell him again, and he always listened intently.  It made me
feel like the most important person in the world.
	I finished washing a plate and handed it to him and he began
drying.  "Well, I was always smart.  I talked at an early age, I read at an
early age, all that great stuff.  It wasn't bad at first, being in
elementary school, because kids don't pay much attention at that age.  But
then we started athletics and then it all changed.  I wasn't really
interested in it then, so they started teasing me."
	"Children can be so cruel," James said with a snicker.
	I grinned back.  "Yeah, no kidding.  I would come home every day,
pouting about what some stupid brat said to me.  I didn't really know how
to let that kind of stuff roll off at the time; I guess I still don't."
	James just nodded at me.  "Yeah. Go on."
	"Well, one day I got into a fight with this one kid.  He had called
me a sissy brain and for some reason, I snapped.  I ended up pounding the
kid into the ground, which was no small feat for me.  He must have
outweighed me by 15 pounds.  I tell you, it was like that scene in `A
Christmas Story' when Ralphie beats up the neighborhood bully."  James was
clutching his sides in hysterics as I described how I let out a "stream of
profanity" as I bloodied and bruised this kid's face.
	As I went on, I told him about how I began to slip into a
withdrawn, colder manner.  I began working on my athletics even then, at
age 10.  I just withdrew from being the outgoing, friendly kid I once was
and slipped into my silent, "tough guy" demeanor.  I got into a few more
fights between then and my sophomore year in high school, and nobody ever
bothered me again.  James put his hand on my shoulder and rested his head
on it, silently giving me support.  I told him how I forced myself to
become a football powerhouse, starting all four years of high school at
linebacker.
	At that point, James pulled away and began concentrating on his
dishes again, which confused me.  I looked at him, but he was fixed on a
pot he was drying.  Without looking up, he asked, "So, did you ever mess
around with your teammates in high school?"
	I looked over at James again, expecting to see the sly grin that
always crossed his face when he spoke about sex, but he was still fixed on
the pot.  "Nah, I didn't mess around in high school at all. Why do you
ask?"
	"No reason," he responded quickly.  He finished drying the pot and
walked out of the kitchen.  I was really confused at how he walked away
from the conversation so quickly, and I wondered what was up.  As I began
washing another dish, I reflected on the past few weeks.  James had been
pretty vocal about his life recently, but when we started to go further
back into the past, into the realm of his undergraduate days or high school
, he made some evasive answer.  He never said a word about his family
either.  Some part of me was starting to get annoyed.  Here I was, spilling
my guts all the time, and he was clamming up on me.  I quickly dried my
hands and followed him into the living room, where I saw him sitting
outside the door smoking.
	I sat down next to him.  "What's wrong with you?"
	He exhaled, blowing smoke.  "Nothing.  Why?"
	"Well, you just got quiet all of a sudden."
	He dragged again, deeply.  "Nah, nothing wrong. just needed a
smoke."
	"Well, okay. I guess I'll finish the dishes while you smoke."  He
just nodded and dragged again.  I went back in and finished the dishes,
more confused than ever.  I thought some more on the pattern.  Whenever I
talked about most stuff, he was always very supportive, but whenever I
brought up my family or something like that, he got weird on me.  He
especially got weird whenever I talked about my high school and college
sports days.  I just figured he had something happen with his family that
bothered him when I talked about mine, but I couldn't for the life of me
figure out what about my sports days got to him.  I was just mulling this
over when James walked in.  "Hey babe, I need to go get some stuff done
before tomorrow, so I'm cutting out early."
	I walked over to him.  "Okay," I said, "But you'll miss the good
movies.  This is the only night they're free on cable."
	James grinned at me.  "Always about being a poor grad student,
huh?" he quipped.
	I couldn't help it. The girliest sounding giggle erupted from my
throat, making James fall all over himself in laughter.  I seriously
thought he was going to wet himself.  I was mortified; I can't believe a
sound like that came from my throat.
	"Okay," he said after he got his breath.  "I'm out of here."  He
bent and kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug, then he left.
	I sat at the window, watching him walk down the street.  Our
relationship was going really well, so far, but there had been a few
surprises for me.  First of all, I think we set a record for a gay
relationship.  For a guy as horny as I always seem to be and for a guy as
sensuous as James always is, the fact that we hadn't had sex yet was a
shocker.  This had been going on for nearly four weeks.  I had set a
personal best jerking off recently.  A date with James always had me in a
lather, and we never really did anything beyond basic touching above the
waist.
	I decided right then that I was going to do a little investigating.
I changed my clothes quickly and went down to the bar where James and I had
met.  All in all, it was the nicest bar in town, gay or straight.  It was
really more than a bar, it was a bar and grill-type deal.  Two of my best
friends, Todd and Barry, owned it.  Todd ran the bar, another guy named
Karl was the manager, and Barry usually showed up on odd nights just for
kicks.
	Barry is 32 and works as a corporate attorney.  He's really cute.
If you met him outside of work, you would think he's a total airhead.
Blond hair, sort of slim, total pretty boy.  But when he's in lawyer mode,
he's Mr. Iceman.  Barry can be one of the coldest and most ruthless guys in
the world, which makes me very glad he's on my side.  So it isn't at all
surprising that he was able to bulldoze me into going down to the bar that
night.  I may be a tank, but I don't think anybody could stand up to the
sheer force of his personality.
	Todd is Barry's husband, and they have been together longer than I
have known them.  They were celebrating their second anniversary the month
after I first met Todd at the gym.  Todd is absolutely beautiful.  I met
him the first week I was in town to start my graduate degree.  I started
trying out gyms in town, and while I was at this one really nice place I
saw this incredible male animal.  He had short black hair in a brush cut,
piercing blue eyes, and a perfect body that you usually only see on porn
stars.
	Once I finally got over the sight of him, I actually struck up a
conversation with him.  He was quite open about being gay and he told me he
was married, but then he asked me if I would like to come out with his
husband and him that night after we finished working out.  He thought since
I was new that it would be good for some people who knew the city to show
me around.  I readily agreed, since I was desperately lonely at the time.
	That started the ball rolling.  Todd and Barry were really the only
people I truly connected with, and we did a lot of stuff.  I was at the
celebration Todd threw when Barry made partner in his firm, and I was there
for their fifth anniversary.  In fact, I have already been put in charge of
their tenth anniversary party, which is coming up in a few years.  I was
also there on the night when Todd opened up his baby, his dream, a bar and
grill.  I never felt like the third wheel when I was with them.  I think
that I will always be for the better for all the time I spent with them in
the years right after I came out, because now I will always have them as a
role model for a good gay relationship.
	The bar is all-inclusive, but pretty much a gay place.  You don't
usually find the dance crowd you see at most gay clubs.  Todd is big on
sports, so he always shows ESPN and major games and stuff on TV, but there
are also nights when he has entertainers there.  It was spectacular on
those nights.  He's had a few budding comedians and several singers to
perform.  A few of them went on to become fairly big stars.  And the food
was always good.
	I walked in and immediately saw Todd.  You can't miss him, mainly
because of his black hair and build, or maybe because of the crowd that's
always around him.  Barry and I always get a kick out of this, as they
always hit on Todd relentlessly, and Todd is very polite but always distant
until Barry shows up.  Then I get to sit back and watch the mouths drop and
the gazes turn green with jealousy as Todd always gets mooshy with Barry
whenever he shows up.
	Todd looked up and saw me and grinned big.  The crowd turned and
looked to see what attracted the god's attention, and saw me.  I got a few
interested glances, but I knew how to express my disinterest.  The crowd
cleared open as I walked up to the bar.  "Hey buddy, how's it going
tonight?" Todd asked.  "Want something to drink?"
	I smiled at Todd.  "Pretty good, Todd, and no thanks on the drink.
I've got something on my mind.  Have you got a minute?"
	Todd grinned even bigger.  "Always a minute for you, bud.  Hang on
a sec, let me get Jim off his break."  Jim works the bar as well.  He's
also cute in a rugged kind of way; I've heard several times that he's into
the leather scene.  He's always been really cool to me, and we're fairly
good buddies.
	Jim walked up and took Todd's place and Todd motioned me to a table
over in the corner.  I could hear the disappointed murmur as Todd walked
away from his crowd.  "Your fan club isn't happy to see you go, stud," I
joked.
	Todd just laughed.  "I think they'll get over it.  So what's up?"
	I stared at my hands for a second, then stared right into Todd's
eyes.  "So what do you know about James' past?"
	Todd looked away for a minute, then back at me.  "What makes you
ask that, Dave?  Everything okay?"
	"Yeah, it's just that he clams up at strange times."
	Todd frowned.  "Like when?"
	I shrugged.  "I was talking about my old football days tonight, and
that made him quiet.  He asked me if I ever messed around with any of the
guys on the team in high school, and he had this weird look on his face.
Oh yeah, he also gets quiet anytime I talk about my family."
	Todd frowned again.  "Wow, Dave.  I don't really know what to say
about that."
	I just looked at him for a second, studying his face.  Todd could
never hide anything from anybody; he's just too expressive.  "You're lying,
Todd.  You know something."
	Todd just looked at me.  "Dave, this isn't my place.  If James has
something to tell you about his life, it should come from him."
	"Todd, look."  I was starting to become exasperated.  "Every time I
ask him about what's going on, he just says it's nothing and starts chain
smoking, which he hardly ever does.  Now I want to know something.  If you
don't tell me, I'll just find somebody else to ask."
	Todd just stared at me for a few minutes, then smiled wryly.  "You
know, Dave, this side of your personality isn't exactly endearing."
	I shook my head and let out a gust of air.  "Fine, Todd.  See you
later."  I got up to leave, and then Todd grabbed my arm.  I looked at his
hand, then at him.  "You have something to say?"
	He just shook his head in defeat.  "Sit down," was all he said.  I
recognized that look.  He meant business.  I sat again, but I wasn't going
to totally back down.  I kept my look of impatience on my face.
	Todd sighed.  "All right, Dave, I'll tell you some stuff, but if
you want to know the full story, you'll have to ask James right out.
Okay?"
	I nodded.  Finally, I was about to get more than a cloud of smoke
and a muttered "nothing."
	Todd took a drink from the water in front of him.  "Well, it goes
back about 5 years.  I don't know where he came from, where all this
happened."  I nodded in encouragement.  "He was a decent athlete in high
school and all that, but mostly he was just popular.  You also know how he
has that air of confidence around him; well, it translated into snobbery in
some eyes.  Not that he meant it that way.
	"His family was fairly well off, I know that much.  To the people
around him, it seemed like he had this armor and nothing could touch him.
He definitely had enemies around him, and when they found the slightest
dent, they went for it."
	"What happened?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.  Now we were getting
somewhere.
	"Well, he graduated from high school and was preparing to go off to
college.  He was eighteen.  He had been out to himself for about a year at
that point."  I knew that much about his past, since he told me that he had
stood in front of the mirror and admitted to himself that he was gay on his
seventeenth birthday.  I just nodded my head for Todd to go on, and he did.
	"James went to the town where he would be going to college and
spent a few days as part of a program they had.  While he was there, some
of the guys he met took him to a gay bar in town, and he had a great time.
He ended up messing around with one of them, and so on.  Well, he got some
stuff about the school's gay student group and threw it in his backseat
with the rest of his stuff.  As it turns out, I guess he forgot to put it
where it wouldn't be seen or something, because it sat exposed in his back
seat for a while.  Finally, somebody noticed the rainbow booklet with the
word `gay' in big purple letters."
	"Oh my God," I said.  Somehow I could see what was coming.
	"Yeah," Todd said.  "Gets better.  Turns out the girl who spotted
it was the girlfriend of one of James' rivals.  She told her boyfriend, and
he told a bunch of other guys.  Well, one night that summer, James was
leaving work and a bunch of the guys from the football team jumped him and
took him to a barn or something outside of town.  They beat him up and
then," Todd paused and took a deep breath before he looked right into my
eyes, "they raped him, Dave.  Repeatedly, brutally.  Over and over, for
about six hours.  They took him back to his car, and left him lying next to
it."
	I closed my eyes, but that couldn't keep the image of that
beautiful person lying beaten, bloody, raped in a parking lot.  I could
feel hot tears filling my eyes.  I was starting to regret ever asking what
happened.  No wonder he didn't want to talk about it.
	"Sorry, Dave, it doesn't get better.  Just gets worse," Todd said.
How could it possibly get any worse, I wondered.  Then I found out.
	Todd went on.  "After that, James spent four days in the hospital.
He wanted to press charges against the people who did it, but his parents
were strangely against it.  He had to admit to them that he was gay and why
the guys did it.  When he was released from the hospital, his parents,
well, they didn't outright say anything to him, but he could tell there was
something.  They were cold and distant.  Finally, he overheard them talking
about `their faggot pussy-boy son.'  He decided to leave, so he packed up
as much of his stuff as he could and left.  He went to the town where he
was going to go to college and set about putting his life back together."
	"What did he do?  How did he get by?" I wondered.
	"I'm getting to that.  James only had what he could get to himself.
His regular bank account was joint with his parents, so he didn't use it or
his credit cards.  He had another account with some money that he'd set
aside over the years, and he used it as long as it lasted.  That got him a
decent place to live and there was enough money left over along with money
he got from a job as a waiter to get him through the summer.  But it wasn't
enough to pay for college too, so he did something drastic.  He started
stripping at a bar, and that eventually led to hustling.  I don't know why
a kid who was so together ended up doing that.  Personally, I think the
trauma of being raped and everything made him more susceptible to falling
into it.
	"He hustled for about three years, and he saved everything he could
and even invested some of it.  He carried a full course load, worked at the
restaurant, and hustled in his free time.  He got through school and here
he is now.  He managed to keep his hustling life separate from everything
else so it wouldn't come back to haunt him when he started teaching, and he
went to another state to do that."
	I felt like I had been hit by a truck.  It seemed like it was all
falling into place.  True, there were big pieces of the story missing, but
I had the basics.  It all seemed perfectly logical now.  James' desire to
get to know each other before we had sex and his distance when we discussed
family, it all seemed right.  The tears were flowing freely.  My lord, what
my poor James must have gone through all those years.  I looked back up at
Todd.  "I take it he still doesn't talk to his parents?"
	He smiled ruefully.  "No, not at all.  He is financially
independent, so he doesn't need to.  Barry and I met him one night when he
came in here.  He found out Barry was a lawyer and he asked for a little
free legal advice.  He has a lot of money invested and saved back.  If
you're worried about him hustling, don't.  He's put that behind him, a long
time ago."
	"I know, I know.  I was just thinking about all he's had to go
through.  Do you know if he's told anybody else about this?" I asked.
	Todd shook his head.  "He told Barry some of it, and Barry told me.
I haven't asked him any of it, and he hasn't told."
	I sat there thinking for a second, then stood up.  "I need to talk
to him."
	Todd stood up and turned me to face him.  "Look, Dave, this stuff
may have happened years ago, but the wound is still barely healed.  You
need to give him time to tell you this himself.  It may be that he likes
you and all, but isn't sure he trusts you yet.  You need to give him time,"
he repeated.
	"What I need to do is let him know that I am here for him, and that
he can talk to me about it," I said as I started for the door.
	"Dave, wait!" Todd called after me.  I turned back.  "Dave, you
really shouldn't say anything now!  If he hasn't even mentioned any of
this, then you can bet that he isn't ready for you to know yet.  He may be
worried about how you'll see him.  He doesn't want to look bad to you."
	I smiled.  "I don't see him in a bad way.  I see things pretty
clearly.  I want him to know I'm here and that I don't care about his past,
I just want to be here for him."
	Todd looked worried.  "Well," he said with a defeated sigh, "you
have to do what you feel is right.  I still don't think it's a good idea."
	I laughed.  "Don't worry, Todd.  It will be fine."  I walked over
and gave him a hug and then walked out.  I thought about it all the way to
James' apartment.  I would walk in and give him a big hug and kiss and then
tell him it was all right to tell me anything and that he could trust me.
	I finally arrived and walked up the stairs.  I stood in front of
his door and rang the bell.  All sorts of images were running through my
head, none of them bad.  I couldn't imagine that anything bad would happen.
	James opened the door and had a look of total surprise on his face.
"Dave!  What are you doing here right now?"
	I leaned forward and gave him a kiss.  "Hey.  Can I come in?"
	He looked uncertain for a moment, and then he stepped back.  "Yeah,
dude, sure!  Come on in!"
	I walked into the room.  James had invited me into his apartment
only once before, and we had only been there for a few minutes.  At the
time I had just thought James was very private.  Now it all seemed clear to
me.  We sat down on the couch.
	"So what brings you over here?" James asked.  "I wasn't expecting
you."
	I smiled.  "Kind of a spur of the moment thing. I was down at the
bar talking to Todd and I decided to drop by."
	James eyebrows arched.  "Drop by?  Uh, Dave, I hate to tell you
this, but that isn't exactly on the way here.  In fact, I think it's in the
opposite direction."
	I laughed.  "Yeah, that's true.  I actually have something I wanted
to talk to you about."
	James leaned back.  "Okay.  Shoot."
	I looked in his eyes.  "Well, some stuff has been troubling me for
a while.  We talk a lot, but it seems like a lot of the time, the flow of
information goes only one way."  James just nodded, so I went on.  "Then
there are the times I talk about my family or stuff like that, and then you
just close up."
	James was visibly starting to tense up.  I rushed on through.
"Well, I have been wondering what's been going on.  I see you tense and
quiet and chain smoking, and it bothers me.  I couldn't get anything out of
you, so I went to see Todd."
	James eyes opened wide.  "You went to Todd to find out stuff?"
	I nodded.  "Yeah, and he told me.  Not everything, but enough."
	James eyes closed, and he was breathing heavily.  "Oh God, oh God,
oh God," was all he kept saying.  He got up and walked over to the window.
	I stood up.  "James, none of that bothers me.  It doesn't affect my
opinion of you.  I just wish you would have told me instead of letting me
sit and wonder.  I just hope that you know you can trust me."
	James just laughed.  It was a different kind of laugh, a bitter
one.  He turned to me.  There was a kind of scornful incredulity in his
eyes.  "Trust?  You're talking to me about trusting you?  Do you really
think I haven't told you any of this because I was worried about how you
would think of me?
	"I stopped worrying about how people saw me a long time ago.  Yes,
you mattered to me, but even if I thought you would walk away it wouldn't
have changed anything.  I would still be the same.  No, I didn't tell you
because I wasn't sure of anything yet.  I wanted to let our relationship
grow.  Things take time, dude.  Just because you spilled your guts to me
doesn't mean I am going to spill mine to return the favor.  It takes a
little longer."
	I was shocked by his words.  "I thought you wanted to know all that
about me.  I thought you cared."  A hard lump was starting to rise in my
throat.
	James rolled his eyes.  "Yes, I wanted to know.  I wanted to help,
I saw you were in a lot of pain.  There's something else, though.  You
wanted to get it out.  You wanted to talk to somebody, you needed somebody
to tell it all to."
	"What makes you so sure?  What makes you think I needed anybody?" I
was starting to yell.
	"Oh come off it, Dave!  It was written all over your face.  You
think you are so unreadable, but you're like a large-print book!  You had a
lot of stuff bottled up, but you were bursting at the seams to get it all
out.  But here's a news flash for you: not everybody's the same way.  I
probably would have told you everything at some point, once I was
comfortable enough on the inside.  But I don't know about you, now."
	The anger was boiling.  I was starting to see red.  "Don't know
about me?  What is that supposed to mean?"
	"It means you betrayed my trust.  You told me stuff that you were
ready to tell.  I wasn't ready to tell, so instead of giving me time, you
decided to go behind my back and go searching for the dirt.  Then you come
over here like some guardian angel to save me." I could hear disgust in his
voice.
	"Guardian angel?  What the hell does that mean?  You think I had
these grand notions about pulling you out and making everything all right
again?  No, I didn't think that.  I thought you were worried that I might
feel differently about you if I knew the truth.  Well, now I am sure that
you don't give a flying fuck what anybody thinks.  That's been made pretty
apparent.
	"Let me remind you who came after who in the first place.  You
deride me for being a `guardian angel.'  What the hell do you think you
were doing the night we met?  Hmm, maybe saving me from myself?  Sound
familiar?  Sounds a little hypocritical to me.
	"I am pretty pissed right now, and I think I have a right to be.
Here I've been spilling my guts for four weeks.  I have felt more open than
ever before in my life, and I thought I was a two-way street.  I know you
have to let things out when you are ready, but I am really pissed that you
think you can keep things from me for any reason and not expect me to
wonder.  I can't believe you're upset that I cared enough to wonder what
was wrong."  I was breathing hard, and I am sure my face was flaming red.
	James had stood there staring at me through my whole tirade.  He
didn't say a word.  All I saw was red, and all I wanted to do was get out.
I felt angry, I felt betrayed.  I felt like my faith had been misplaced.
All that had built between us seemed to be nothing all of a sudden.
Meaningless.
	We stood there staring at each other for a few minutes.  Neither
one of us moved.  I broke the stare by walking to the door.  A small voice
followed me.  "Dave?"
	I turned back.  "What?" I asked in an angry voice.  I was literally
shaking with anger and sadness.
	James looked at the floor.  "Nothing," he said.
	I walked out the door and went home.

End of Part III