Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 10:49:38 +0000 From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com> Subject: My Boss, My Lover, My Friend 4 Please, please, please É donate to Nifty as to keep the site free. You guys like these stories as you are here, reading these lines. It is a huge amount of work for Nifty to have everything published, so keep on with donations. Every small bit counts! Weeks and months went by quickly. Joe and I were happy in our new surroundings and even more with our new living arrangements. Joe still went about once a week to see Jason and give him a hand if necessary. I ran the Youth Centre for ninety percent and had delegated the responsibilities to the appropriate persons although I kept the reins in my hands. We had received a few calls from guys who were anticipating their parent's reaction, although they had not talked to them yet. I started to understand that the coming out procedure was even more important in our job, as to be there after "the" conversation. I had contacted the social services to get some feedback from what they had to deal with everyday, but also from Alex, a psychologist who was a friend of Bruce (David's brother). He helped me with some helpful advice on how to approach guys who were scared and fragile. David and Bruce became very close friends as well as professional helpers at the Youth Centre. We tried to meet up in our private quarters, or at their place, and disconnect from the daily things and just enjoy ourselves. They had a magnificent old house downtown where the ground floor was completely dedicated to their respective professions. Once you got to the first floor, you entered a total different world, dedicated to their personal lives and their hobbies. On the second floor you could find the bedrooms and the bathroom and the attic was a jewel for relaxation, with fluffy sofas, a high definition television, a sauna and a wet-room that was to die for. The first time we saw it we were stunned and couldn't believe our own eyes. They called it the adult pay-ground! We didn't go into details, but we could easily imagine what that was supposed to mean. Beneath the huge television screen there were some shelves with literally hundreds of DVD's, but we were not as nosy as to go and see what they were. The surround sound system was the pride of Bruce who was so eager to show us how it worked. David's pride was the kitchen. They had installed the best there was, without going over to restaurant kitchen level. Nonetheless it was impressive and as I loved to cook as well, I could see why David had chosen the best there was. It was nothing unusual to find David and me in the kitchen while Joe and Bruce were upstairs watching a HD movie or a program on Discovery Channel. On a Saturday afternoon, we all gathered once more at David's and Bruce's house. We all had had a hectic week and were somewhat exhausted although it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. Bruce suggested we all took a sauna. I looked at Joe who said it was not a bad idea at all. Bruce ran up the stairs to switch on the sauna, followed by Joe. David and I finished cleaning up the kitchen before joining the other two in the attic. I guessed that Bruce and Joe would already be out of their clothes, but what I didn't expect was to see them in each other's arms and kissing! David seemed as surprised as I was, but looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. - If they can do it, so can we, he said. And with that he took me in his arms and leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. I couldn't resist very long. David was such a nice man and gorgeous to an unbelievable point, that I gave in and responded his kiss. In the back of my head I made a mental note to talk this over with Joe as something like that had never happened and we never had been talking even about the possibility. As Bruce and Joe saw that David and I were there and were kissing, they came over to us and we had a group hug and a group kiss. When Bruce entangled from the group to check upon the temperature of the sauna, he stepped out of his boxer shorts and announced that the temperature was ok. The two brothers were used to high temperature, but Joe and I had a difficult start. Bruce threw some water on the stones and a cloud of steam engulfed us. I thought my lungs were going to burn inside my chest, but Bruce told me to sit down on the lower bench and to relax. I tried to, but the breathing was still difficult. As the good doctor he was, he stepped down from the higher bench and kneeled in front of me, taking my hands in his. He talked softly to me and indicated me how to breathe. He explained to me how to relax and control the temperature that was falling over me. This was all so new to me. Joe seemed like he had gone to the sauna before, as he sat there relaxed but with a concern over his face as he looked at me. The problems with my breathing got worse and my heartbeat, in my opinion, was far too fast. Joe's concerned looks were getting the best of him and that's when he mentioned to Bruce I had had a heart attack only a few months before. Bruce took my hand and pulled me out of the sauna. He ran downstairs to his practice and came back in no time with his doctor's tools to check on my heart. I felt so stupid that I had not thought about the warmth of a sauna and my heart condition. Bruce listened carefully to my heartbeat and checked my blood pressure constantly. After about fifteen minutes he smiled at me and said my heart was ok. He also asked me if it was the first time I got in a sauna, and I had to admit it was indeed. He said I should adjust to the temperature slowly and start with sitting on the lower bench. If I felt alright I could then start to get on a higher level. I followed him back into the sauna where David and Joe were making out, kissing passionately and feeling the other's body all over. I sat on the lower bench and Bruce sat next to me, keeping a close eye on me. Slowly, but surely, I got used to the temperature and could relax enough to start enjoying the warmth. Although I was feeling fine now, Bruce took my hand after about ten minutes and pulled me out and under the shower. He didn't allow me to have a really cold one as would be normal after a sauna, but rather a lukewarm one. Bit by bit he turned the faucet to colder water so I would refresh. He checked on my heart again and then gave me the thumbs-up to go back in the warmth. When we got in again, David and Joe had not lost any time and Joe was eagerly sucking on David's cock. They both seemed to enjoy what they were doing and I admit it was a hot view. Both had magnificent bodies and with the sweat they looked like oiled-up Spartan warriors. David sat on the highest bench and Joe on the middle one so he had an easy access to David's groin. Bruce suggested that I would not sit on the middle bench, but rather lay down so that my entire body would receive the same kind of warmth. I obeyed and once I was lying down, I relaxed and started to sweat again. Bruce tried to help me relax by giving me a kind of massage, but with the other two going at it, his massage was getting me more excited than anything else. His soft hands ran over my body from my head to my toes. He could do that as he was still standing on his feet next to the three benches. He didn't need any oil as our sweat was doing a perfect lubricating job. His hands were more gliding over me than rubbing me. It really got me relaxed, but it also awakened my sexual appetite. My cock started to swell under his ministrations, although he carefully avoided touching it. Meanwhile, David had lay down on his back on the highest bench and Joe was soon stretching his body over David's. They were sweating profusely as they had not left the sauna yet. Their glistening skins rubbed easily over the other and soon David lifted his legs and put his feet on the ceiling of the sauna-cabin while Joe stroked his body between David's legs. Bruce was doing circular motions on my body and the circles were getting smaller and smaller till he was close to me genitals and took them in his hands. As soon as he touched my already hard cock, I could feel a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I tried to stay relaxed and didn't want the heat getting to me. I let Bruce do whatever he intended to do and enjoy it to a maximum. He was handling my genitals with an absolute softness and I would even say a great care. It felt marvelous. He leaned own and took my cock in his mouth. Strangely enough it was not the hot cavern I expected, but the complete opposite. As the heat around us was tremendous, his mouth and tongue and saliva felt fresh. It was the first time in my life that I was experiencing this. He sucked avidly but without any urgency or speed, no, it was slow and deliberate. He took his time to swirl his tongue around my cock-head while he softly caressed my balls. His other hand wandered over my belly, my chest. Than he came back down and went to my knees. He kept on sending jolts and shivers through all my nerve-endings and my complete nervous system seemed to be on fire. I didn't know what I was feeling first. I didn't know what was more intense because of all his touching and caressing, but as well his kissing and sucking were so well synchronized and even organized. Without any warning, and in a split second, my balls crept into my lower body and my juice spurted out with an uncommon force. Five, six spurts that hit my face, my chin, my chest and my belly. I felt the surrounding heat burning my throat and my lungs. I felt I had to get out and let Bruce know. He helped me up and we got out and directly under the shower head. My breath came back to normal and the speed of my heartbeat decreased. I turned to Bruce who seemed to have a permanent smile on his face. As I got closer to him to give him a kiss, I noticed he was still rock-hard. With the water cascading over us I pulled Bruce closer by his cock and stroked it softly while our lips met. He actually wrapped his arms around my neck and I had my hands on his buttocks, spreading them lightly apart and let the water flow over his rosebud. He seemed to like it as he was moaning and with each squeeze of mine his shaft throbbed against my crotch. He slowly dropped his arms and cupped my buttocks as well, spreading them like I had done to him. His fingers circled my rosebud and slowly he was touching my puckered hole. He played with my hole and got me all worked up again. He teased my hole in such a way that I was soon squirming under his touch and wanting him inside of me. I wriggled with my ass and he got the idea as he inserted first one and then two fingers inside of me. I kissed him even more passionately, showing him my appreciation of his actions. He whispered a soft "I want you" in my ear and to show him I agreed I just turned around and pushed my ass in his groin. His cock found immediately its place and he rubbed it up and down in my crack. As he didn't want to break the spell of the moment, he took some soap instead of lubricant and made his cock and my ass as slippery as you can imagine. When he aimed his cock on target, I was ready to receive him in me. A first forceful thrust made his cock-head disappear passed my sphincter. I gasped for air, but just for a very short time. The jolt of his penetration soon converted to pure pleasure. Bruce was ever so caring and tender and pushed himself deeper into me as soon as he felt I was ready for it. I felt him getting into me inch by inch. I couldn't wait for him to reach my prostate as I knew it would be the trigger to a higher level of ecstasy. He had his arms wrapped around my chest and nuzzled my ears, nibbling at my earlobes. I was getting impatient and pushed my ass back so I was impaled on him to the hilt. His pubes tickled my ass and I loved it. He started to withdraw so he could enter me again with strength. The friction of his cock in my love tunnel made me go wild although I had come just a few minutes before. For each inwards thrust I pushed my ass back so as to feel him even deeper in me. I took great care as to not having his cock slipping out of me. I used my ass-muscles to the best of my skills to keep him in. Bruce soon went over to small strong pushes and hit my prostate each time. I was oozing pre-cum and knew my second load was on its way. Bruce breathed heavily in my neck and squeezed me even stronger than before in his arms. It felt so good that, without even touching myself, I felt my juice boiling in my balls and ready to explode and paint the shower-wall. At the first spurt I contracted my ass-muscles so strongly that I was afraid I would hurt Bruce, but I couldn't help it. I had totally lost control of what my body was doing in Bruce's arms. The squeezing of my ass-muscles sent Bruce over the edge and he yelled out loud as soon as he started to unload in my bowels. The spasms in his cock were so strong I could actually feel them very clearly. Once we came down from our sexual height we could focus again and we saw David and Joe looking at us, waiting to have the shower stall available. Bruce and I came out of the shower and dried ourselves while David and Joe washed each other. We went to sit in the sofa and were joined by David and Joe after a few minutes. Joe sat directly next to me. He didn't say a word but took me in his arms and kissed me deeply and asked me if I was feeling alright. Bruce, hearing the question, switched into professional mode and explained in a few words what had gone on earlier and that we shouldn't worry because it was just the newness of the sauna that had gotten the better part of me. David got up and had us all a beer. The cold beverage was refreshing after the heat of the sauna and the hot water of the shower. I actually felt invigorated and bursting of energy. I noticed that Joe had taken my hand in his and was not letting loose of it. I guessed that we would have a serious conversation as soon as we would get home. When we arrived at the mansion we went straight to our quarters. Joe started babbling and speaking quicker than usual, but was totally incoherent. I couldn't make out what he was talking about and looked at him in awe. He looked up at me and seeing I didn't understand a word, stopped in his tracks and caught his breath. - Sorry, he just said. - What about? I asked him. - About what happened today! I was carried away when Bruce started to kiss me and I thought it was our kissing that provoked the fact you didn't feel well in the sauna. I am so sorry that I gave in to Bruce. I didn't understand it. He had seen that I was doing the same to David to start with. If I had really been angry or mad, I wouldn't have given in with David and so I told him! There was absolutely nothing to be sorry about. Joe was on the verge of tears and even started to shake. I went over to him and took him in my arms and tried to calm him down. I didn't see why he was so upset as there had been a clear acceptance of the situation at David and Bruce's place. - But we are in a relationship for Christ's Sake, he almost yelled. - Yes we are, I answered him in the softest tone possible as to try to calm him down, and that's why there is no problem. I trust you and I love you and as long as we do things together, there is absolutely no reason to be upset. Listen, we both have a past and from what we told each other, neither of us have been precisely angles. We had our share of encounters and pleasures. Today we are together and we are committed to each other. I think that if we can be honest about it all and not hide things from one another, we will not have any problem. What happened this afternoon was enjoyable for both of us and we didn't hide it. So, please, stop getting upset about something that is alright. He threw himself at me and I wrapped my arms around him. He was still shaking but I could feel he was nonetheless calming down. We were soon between the sheets and cuddled up to each other. We talked, no... we whispered in each other's ears as we didn't want the whole world to hear us. We were alone after all. While we were ... whispering ... our eyelids got heavy and we fell asleep almost simultaneously. We were asleep for several hours when we were suddenly woken by the doorbell. Joe had not heard it so I got out of bed, slipped on my jeans and a T-shirt and went to open the door. I felt a weight against the door as I opened it and as soon as it was open enough a young guy just fell into the entrance. He seemed to have been beaten severely and had bloodstains all over his face and his clothes. He was unconscious and I had to grab him under his arms to pull him in and close the door. I immediately got my mobile phone from my pocket and dialed Bruce's number. He answered almost immediately and I told him what was going on. He said he'd come over as soon as he could. I took a cushion to put under the young guy's head, checked if I could feel his pulse, but it was really weak. I approached my face to his and could feel a feeble breathing. So, he was alive after all. After about three minutes I heard a car stop in front of the door so I opened and Bruce ran in. Jeez, even with sweatpants and a T-shirt he looked magnificent. He immediately knelt down to the boy and started his professional approach to someone that comes in unconscious. - I think he will be alright, but I'll have to have some X-rays done to be sure, maybe a scan as well. I'll call an ambulance to come and get him and I won't leave his side. Did you go through his pocket to see if he had any identification? I had to admit I hadn't, so Bruce checked the guy's pockets for anything at all, but there was nothing. - Ok, no paper and unconscious... I'll have to call David to have him legally admitted in the hospital. I went over to a drawer in my desk and got out a paper that was to be filled in and signed by me to have a legal right on a guy that looked like a minor. While waiting for the ambulance I ran to our bedroom, woke up Joe and told him what was going on and that he could go on sleeping because I was going with Bruce to the hospital. I saw the blue flashing lights of the ambulance as I came down the stairs. I grabbed my keys and went out, but took my own car to follow the ambulance. It seemed more logical to follow than to just jump into the ambulance. While Bruce followed the stretcher into Emergency Room I went to see the night nurse at the reception desk. When I showed her the paper and she was looking skeptical about it, David just arrived and said who he was. The nurse looked up disdainfully but as soon as she laid her eyes on David, her attitude changed completely. She suddenly had a smile on her face and asked David what she could do for him in quite a flirtatious way. He took the paper out of her hands and told her in an almost harsh tone that she should read it carefully and see that I should have immediate and complete access to whatever it was the boy needed. He also stipulated to her that the paper contained all the details of the medical insurance for whoever I came in with. The nurse snapped back to reality in a split second and was soon typing away on her keyboard. In less than two minutes all the administrative work was done and the boy inside would receive the best care there was. I went to the waiting room and David sat next to me, waiting that his brother would come out and tells us what the situation was. It took Bruce almost two hours before he came out, but he had a smile on his face. - He is going to make it. He is strong and young. He will be in pain for some time because he has a broken nose and jaw as well as a few ribs. His left shoulder is dislocated and the scan shows serious bruises on liver and spleen. We will keep him here for a few days, but it will not take longer than that. I guess you have room for him at the Youth centre? I nodded yes. Then I asked Bruce if the boy was conscious again; if he had a name and if he told anything. - Yes he did, but as you know I am bound to silence as everything he told me was during the time I was taking care of him as a doctor. But I tell you what: you can go in and talk to him and get any information you need. David, as a legal assistant, can go in as well so that whatever we do or say will be confirmed by a lawyer. It could help in court if we ever had to get that far. We went in and although the boy was in a haze because of the painkillers, we could note down of few things. His name was Esteban, he just turned sixteen and the beating-up had been performed by his three brothers. When asking about his parents he told us that they were on an extended trip and would come back in only a month time. They had no mobile phone with them. I then told him who I was but he said he knew as he had seen a picture in the newspaper and heard the interview on the radio. That's why he had come to the mansion as his three brothers had found him in bed with his boyfriend. After kicking the boyfriend out of their parent's house they told him they were giving him a lesson in how to be a real man. He succeeded in escaping while they were beating him and to hide till it was dark, but he lost consciousness and woke up in the middle of the night because of the cold. He didn't remember how he got to the mansion but thanked us for being there. We could clearly see he was tired and that the medication was kicking in full force as he drifted off to sleep. David went back to the reception desk and did what was necessary to have a total prohibition of any visitors, whoever they were and certainly for the three brothers. As Esteban was wheeled towards a private room, the nurse got out a sign of "No Visitors" and gave it to the nurse that wheeled Esteban off. The security guards of the hospital were warned about it, too. When all that was settled we had time to go home and have a shower and fresh clothes. I would come back around midday and told the ward nurse about it. With the legal papers we had given, the names of Bruce, David, Joe and me were the only allowed visitors. As we could not do a lot more, we left the hospital. It was about midday when I arrived at the hospital again. I went straight to Esteban's room, but was stopped by a security guard who asked for identification. I was glad to provide it and was even gladder the security worked so well. I went in and Esteban was awake. I could see he was already improving, but still in a lot of pain. I sat down on the bed next to him and took his hand in mine. He looked at me as if it was the first time he saw me, so I told him what had happened since last night. He thought it was necessary to tell me his story again, and I let him do it. This time he told me everything, but with a lot more details. I had tears in my eyes when he finished. Nobody should have to suffer such humiliation and pain. I told him that nobody could get to him at the hospital and that as soon as the doctors would release him he would be able to stay at the mansion. He seemed really relieved by this news. I asked him if his parents were aware of his sexual orientation and of his brother's action. I received a negative answer on both questions. I wondered if there was any way to contact his parents, but he assured me there wasn't. So I asked him what he wanted us to do. His answer was quite clear: protecting him from his brother's assaults. I could promise him that as David has taken care of all the legal matters although he was still a minor and the statues of the Youth Centre gave us total protection thanks to David's professional work. I could feel Esteban holding on to me. First it was only with his looks, then it was with his hands on mine and then it became even more physical as he hugged me at every visit and not letting me go. I saw pure terror in his eyes as soon as I showed the slightest intention of leaving his side. I asked for Alex, the psychologist, for help. I wanted to be there for Esteban, but I didn't want to get involved emotionally too much. Alex was of great help, but still, at every visit Esteban clung to me. Alex suggested visiting Esteban, but always in company of someone else. Joe of course immediately was the first volunteer to do so, and even David went with me a few times. When I was not alone, Esteban tried to keep a little more to himself. Finally, the day of Esteban's release of the hospital came and we took him to the Youth Centre. He still needed help to get through the day but I tried to delegate those tasks to other people at the mansion. Esteban got on his feet quite quickly, just as Bruce had predicted. Far too soon there were other guys reaching the Youth Centre. We were all amazed that the word had spread so fast and that more than one guy was kicked out of the parental house because of their coming out. Homosexuality was apparently more than accepted when you were watching TV, but in real life it was a lot different. It seemed to be that a lot of people openly accepted gay guys, but not if it was in their immediate surroundings and even less if it was in their own family. One of the guys who came in, Luke, being on the streets after coming out, was the son of a guy I knew and who had been trying one night to seduce me into having sex with him! Was it because I rejected him that he took vengeance on his own son? If it was the case, that man needed more help than his son. I talked it over with Joe and Alex. They both agreed that it could be the case. I had an idea in my mind of going back to the bar where I had met Luke's father and to try to get some sense in his head. On the next Friday night I went over to that bar and there he was! I could clearly see he had already a few beers. When he saw me he had a devilish smile on his face. Although I had rejected him in the past, he still thought he would stand a chance. I felt even stronger seeing his apparent self-confidence. I was going to play my act and being the shy guy that Luke's father thought he could have. Joe and Alex had entered the bar as well and were sitting at a nearby table as a rescue team if it turned up to be necessary. Joe had a concerned look on his face when he saw Luke's father who was build as a brick house. I didn't care because I knew I was mentally a lot stronger than that man. When he approached me and offered me a beer, I accepted. Joe was on the brink of getting up and to punch him in the face, but he didn't. We had agreed on a sign of my part if I needed help. Luke's father, Drew, was all smiles and good company, as he wanted something of me. I went along with him and soon enough he was trying to touch me at every occasion he had. It started with a hand on my arm, then a squeeze on my shoulder and a hand resting on my lower back. Joe was about to explode when he saw that, but Alex kept him quite and telling him why I was doing it: for Luke's sake. After several beers Drew tried to get me out of the bar and to his truck, which was parked in a dark spot in the parking lot as he said. I said ok as I didn't want to have to attention of the bar crowd. We went out and in the corner of my eye I saw Joe and Alex stand up as well. I just hoped they would stay at a safe and discreet distance. As we reached the truck, Drew pushed me with my back against the door and immediately felt for my crotch while forcing one of my hands on his. He was sure having a serious package in his trousers and I could feel he was already hard. I let him play for a few minutes so that there was no doubt about his intentions. Once I was sure, I pushed him away from me at arms distance, looked him in the eyes and asked: - You really want his, don't you? - Of course I do, he answered, I want you to suck my cock and then I am going to fuck your brains out. Once again he had that devilish grin on his face, sure to have conquered me. As he tried to get closer again, I held a firm grip on his massive biceps and didn't allow him to approach. His face changed a little and the previous smiles turned into an angry look. I thought carefully about my next step. - You actually don't care if you fuck a woman or a man. Do you? I asked. - Hell no, he said, I am faithful to my wife. Fucking a guy is hot and I don't consider it as cheating on her. I was wondering if I had heard him right, but at the same time I knew I had. The guy more and more disgusted me. He had absolutely no morals nor values and with the beer flowing through his veins, I wasn't sure if I was going to get any sense in that stupid head of his. He tried once more to get closer and kiss me. His breath was awful and I wouldn't have kissed him even if my life depended on it. I pushed him back one more time. - What are you? A cock-teaser? Making guys hot and than run? He asked in a ragged voice. He was taking some distance and I saw him lift his arms and close his hand and clench his fist. I knew that if I didn't react quickly, that fist would reach me right in the face, so, as quickly as a thunder, I grasped his balls and squeezed real hard. That stopped him in his tracks as he yelled out loud. I held him in my grip, as I knew that was my only salvation. I turned him around and slammed him with his back against the door of his truck where I had just been. - Now listen carefully, you coward! You see those two guys over there? They have video taped us in the bar and the whole scene here. I was blatantly lying, I knew, but I had to make him as scared as possible. - You just keep quiet right now and hear me out, or this tape won't go to your wife, but to the police and, more importantly to your boss and colleagues at work. There was a terrified look on his face and it was not because I held him literally by his balls. He looked at me and I could clearly see he didn't have a clue of what was coming over him. - When everybody has seen the video, I'll show it to your son! Oh, by the way, where is your son? His eyes opened like saucers. He didn't answer my question, so I squeezed his ball even harder. He yelled out in pain. - I don't know. I DON'T KNOW! He yelled out. - I know you don't know Drew, as you threw him out of your house because he admitted he preferred guys, just like his father does! At that precise moment Drew broke down. The tears flowed from his eyes and he sobbed like a child that had been yelled at. I had not expected this huge man to break down so easily. I had to stop squeezing his balls as he fell down on his knees sobbing and crying. I did the agreed sign to Joe and Alex so that they would come closer and be witnesses of the scene. Drew cried and cried. There was no apparent way to stop him, but finally he did. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. - I had to. Please, understand, I had to! He said. - No! You didn't have to, I answered him. You could at least have shown a little compassion or understanding. You didn't have to leave him on his own and on the streets. He was only honest with you, telling you who he really is, and the only thing you can think of is to throw him out? What kind of father are you, Drew? - You don't understand, he kept saying. I love my son deeply, probably too deeply! I long for him in more ways that you can think of. I had to send him out, because I was on the verge of doing something I could not do. Between two evils I chose the one that would protect both of us. Neither Joe, nor Alex, nor me could believe what we were hearing as the reality of the situation came to the surface. I understood far too quickly that drew was in love with his son. His rugged appearance, his harsh tone of voice, his drinking beer and being the foreman on a construction site all hide a loving father in pain. I picked him off the ground and back on his feet. I suggested we went back inside the bar to talk it over, but Drew declined. - I guess I better start looking for Luke and being honest with him. Then I will have to face my wife and be honest with her, too. I guess I will destroy a few images of who I am, but I can't go on like this. Alex, as professional as always, took over by then and I put some distance between Drew and me. I was shaking all over, but Joe was there to support me and be strong for me. I felt exhausted. I wanted to sit down and rest for a moment. I let myself down on the ground in the middle of the parking lot. Joe had his arms around me and helped me more with his comfortable silence and his strong arms than with anything else. In the corner of my eyes I saw Drew and Alex were hugging. What a difference in so little time! After what seemed the longest time, Alex came over to us and said Drew would follow us to the Youth Centre and to face his son. I didn't know if that was the best idea, but trusted Alex completely. We all got up and went to our respective cars. True to his word, Drew followed us and parked his truck next to our car in front of the entrance of the house. I told Drew to wait here outside, as Luke had the last word in the decision of seeing his father or not. Joe went in to get hold of Luke. He found him quite quickly and told him his father was outside and wanted to talk to him. Luke had a terrified look on his face, but Joe told him it was all right and that he had to make up his mind if he wanted to see his father or not. Luke showed more maturity than his father saying that everybody deserves a second chance. When Luke came out, his father looked up at him and just said one word: "Sorry!" Hearing that single word, Luke ran to the open arms of his father and they both cried their hearts out. Alex, Joe and me went inside to leave those two alone, telling them they could come in whenever they wanted. To be continued? Yes, if you guys tell me that you love the story. Just send me a message telling me how you feel about the story and the characters at amahy1957@gmail.com Please, keep on with donations as to keep this site free!