Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 16:43:48 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: SOMEONE FOR DOUG  Chpt. 3 (LJB)(MM BM 1st oral anal teen2B)(3/6)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.  If
you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any
mind-blowing sex scenes.  If you are bothered by same sex relationships,
read no farther.  This is a story about the interaction of males with each
other in a fictional setting.  It's a story with some sex, not sex with
some story.

I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you.
Hope that you continue enjoying the story.       LJB

Someone for Doug


Chapter 3

It turned into such a major event.  I had no idea what was going to happen,
I figured they'd put me in the back seat of the car and drive me home.  Oh,
no.  First Josh shows up and gives me another shot, this time in my butt.
Then the ambulance attendants arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher,
bundled me up with blankets and strapped me tight to the gurney.  I think
they must have rolled me through every corridor in the hospital as we took
two different elevators to reach the Emergency entrance.  Outside we went
and they loaded me into the ambulance.

During the ride home at least the siren wasn't screeching and they didn't
run any red lights.  When we arrived there was a small crowd gathered.  Dad
was home waiting, Mrs. Frye was fussing, Teddy was there, Josh drove up
right after the ambulance, two or three of my friends were there including
Jim Reynolds and several of the neighbours came out when they saw the
ambulance and walked down to our yard.  It seemed forever until they hauled
the gurney into the house.

I thought they would take me upstairs to my bedroom, but instead we made a
sharp right from the vestibule, through the living room and into the dining
room.  I couldn't twist around to see what was happening when they started
to unstrap the belts which were holding me and before I knew it they rolled
me up beside another hospital bed and transferred me into it.  A hospital
bed in the middle of the dining room.  The table and chairs were gone and
this big, metal hospital bed with the bars, ropes and slings, just like the
one I left in the hospital was in our dining room.

"Welcome to the James Hospital for Recovering Leg Injuries."  my Dad
announced to me.

"Where's the dining room furniture."  I asked, still in a state of
confusion over the change in our house.

"In the basement for awhile."  Dad replied.  "Teddy's been busy all morning
hauling chairs down there so they'd be out of the way.  He did a terrific
job."  Teddy seemed to blush at the recognition.

"Okay, people."  Josh announced.  "Say your hellos and good byes.  Our
patient needs his rest and he has therapy to do yet this morning before he
can settle down.  We'll have some visiting this afternoon and this
evening."  As always, people listened when Josh spoke.  Especially on the
occasions he had that certain tone to his voice which announced he wasn't
going to tell them again, like when my friends were fooling around in the
pool and he told us to `Cool It'.  This was one of those times.  Even Dad
gave me a hug and kiss and took off for his office.  The house was cleared
in under five minutes and Josh and I were left to ourselves.

"Josh, why did the Doctor let you look after the therapy on my leg ?"  I
asked.  "This isn't exactly psychiatry."

"A long time ago, before I trained at the University for my degree in
Nursing," he explained, "I was trained as a Registered Massage Therapist.
I thought once I had completed that training I would have something to help
me earn money while I was in school and it worked out well for me.  The
Orthopedic Doctors like to have a Nurse doing therapy, but most aren't
trained in the specialties of the area.  My training is different than a
Physiotherapist would have."

"He said he would give almost anything if you would transfer to his
department."  I told Josh.  As we were talking he was again massaging my
hip.  His touch was much firmer than Dave's had been when he had practiced
and I could really feel the muscle soreness and the tenderness in the
surrounding areas.

"I've been invited several times to move to orthopedics, but I like the
challenge where I am now."  he said.  The rhythm of his stroking movement
was again having its effect on my libido.  As we talked my cock
straightened out to its full 6.5" length and pointed out from my abdomen at
about a 40 degree angle.  Josh didn't comment, he just continued massaging
around my hip and moving the hip joint by shifting my leg.

"Josh, I'm having a sort of problem."  I mentioned.

"I noticed, but wasn't going to comment."  he replied.  "I told you before
it was going to happen."

"No, not that.  Well yes, that in a way too."  I responded.  "It's about
what happened the past two days after this happened and you guys left me
alone.  I can't get off.  I wanted to ask you or Dad about it yesterday,
but there was always someone else around."

"Tell me what happens."  he said.  "Is there some kind of pain or
discomfort ?"

"I can only get so far and when I reach a point where I usually tighten the
muscles in my ass and under my balls, it hurts and I can't go any farther."
I explained.  He told me to relax and put his hand between my legs and
pushed up on the area between my ball sac and the bottom of my ass crack.
The perineum he called it.  I would have jumped if I could, but instead I
just said "Ouch".

"The floor of your pelvis has been strained."  he commented.  "I can see
where it would present difficulty."

"What are we going to do ?"  I muttered.  "You are my best friend."  I had
not been looking at him when I said it, but when he didn't say anything I
looked up and found myself staring straight into his bright, blue eyes.

"I am not going to get you off.  Now or ever."  he told me in a even,
regular voice.  "I feel privileged you look on me as your best friend, but
I am also your substitute parent and the activity you are indirectly
hinting at is inappropriate.  I love you very much, but I will never be
having sex with you."

"I didn't mean......"  I started to say, but looking into Josh's eyes I
knew I was being foolish.  "I did mean it, and I apologize.  I love you
like my Dad and you deserve much more respect from me."

"No biggie, Sport."  he smiled at me.  "You do get points for trying, but
no touch down this time.  Let me think on this a bit and we'll see what we
can come up with."  Finishing the massage, Josh and Mrs. Frye helped me get
settled with the essentials which I required for an afternoon of rest and
relaxation.  Lunch, water, pop, snacks, TV controller, stereo headphones,
portable disc player, yep, I seemed to have everything necessary.

The afternoon passed by much faster than sitting in that hospital room.  I
had a bit of a nap after I ate and then a couple guys came by to see me on
their lunch periods.  Jim wasn't with them, but he had told them he would
be over tonight.  Teddy stopped by when he came home from school.  I found
out he had been there this morning with his Mom's permission, but he had to
go to school this afternoon.

About 5 o'clock the front doorbell rang and when Josh opened the door, Dave
had arrived.  They went into the office for a few minutes.  I should
explain that on the ground floor of this house we have several rooms.  This
is an old Victorian style house and is really quite large.  A big verandah
porch is the first thing you see when coming in.  You enter into a
vestibule entry area.  Then a hall way from which you can go to the right
into the living room and dining room, or straight either up the stairway to
the second floor or through to the kitchen, or left into what use to be the
library/sitting room and music room, but now were a waiting room, office
and examination room.  This was so Dad could see patients at the house when
it was more convenient, like evenings, nights and weekends.  Josh also uses
the office.  He is working on a thesis.

When just Dad and I lived here, he would come home about 5 o'clock from the
office or hospital, we would have dinner and then he would see patients in
the evening.  He could be home with me and still see to his patients.  I
would sometimes play in the living room with the kids who came while they
waited to see him or waited for their parent(s) to come out from seeing
him.  It worked out well and some of his patients and a lot of the kids
complained when we stopped doing it.  There's one other fixture in our
house I haven't mentioned.  That's Mrs. Frye, our housekeeper.  She came
after Mom died.  She looks after the housekeeping through the week from 10:
in the morning until 5: in the afternoon.  When I was little, she use to
stay with me too when Dad would be late coming home.

When Josh and Dave exited the office they came into my `new' bedroom.

"Hey, Doug.  How's it feel to be home ?"  Dave asked.

"Great."  I told him.  "A lot better than sitting around that hospital
room."

"Well, let's get right at it."  he said.  "Josh has told me to lead today,
okay with you ?"  I nodded.  "Then the first thing is to get you up
standing and have you take a few steps."

We went through the routine of lowering my leg, standing me by the side of
the bed and with them on each side of me, I tried to take a few steps.  I
hadn't expected how much it would hurt to try to make my leg move.  Just
standing up straight had been a big deal.  Dave helped me move my leg and I
finally managed to take four steps.  That was all they wanted.  They picked
me up and put me back in bed laying on my side.  Josh went off to do other
things and Dave was left to do the rest.  Dave put a cold pack on my hip
and then we sat and talked for 10 or 15 minutes.  Then the massage
began. His touch was more like Josh's now he had done this several times.

"Did Josh tell you he was expanding the massage area ?"  Dave asked me.  I
looked a little surprised and shook my head.  "He says the floor of your
pelvis is strained and he wants perineal massage done.  Is that going to be
a problem for you ?"

"Likely," I said, "but not because of you."  He was watching me very
carefully.  "You know the problem I'm having ?"  He nodded.  Dave continued
the massage of my hip extending to my butt and groin.  As usual I was hard
in no time.  At one point he moved and held my leg sideways and Dave's
lotioned hand moved to my perineum and rubbed the sore area between the
inside joints of my legs.  As sore as it was it still felt terrific and I
was sure my cock would be rigid and leaking when he was done.

When he finished Dave carefully turned me over onto my back.  The gown I
was wearing was tenting at my groin and a couple wet spots showed on it.
Instead of pulling my blanket up over me Dave reached down and grasping the
hem of my night shirt, pulled it up to my chest, exposing my raging hard
on.  Before I could say anything Dave grasped the base of my cock and
leaning over me took the top half into his mouth.  I just about fainted the
sensation was so extraordinary.  He started swirling his tongue around the
corneal ridge of my bell shaped cap and the sensation was something I had
never before experienced.  I moaned and groaned so much I was not able to
speak.  He started to slide his mouth up and down my rigid pole and I lay
back and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations..

The feelings as his tongue stroked the shaft and head were beyond my
wildest dreams.  When he reached the base of my shaft and took the crown
into his throat he would swallow and squeeze the swollen head with his
throat muscles.  It was a very short time before I felt myself soaring as I
panted for breath and the product of my enlarged balls raced up the shaft.
I spurt time after time into his suctioning throat until I was dry.  There
was just no more to give.  I felt totally wiped out.  Dave came off my
stick and gave the red head a big kiss.

"That was for you because you're a good kid and don't deserve what's
happened to you."  Dave told me.  "I would never do that for a patient but
you're a friend."  He ruffled my hair and left.

I didn't know what to do or say.  I hadn't even thanked him for what was
the greatest sex I had ever experienced.  Other than my own hand it was the
only male sex I'd ever had.  Should I tell Josh ?  If I did would Dave be
in trouble ?  Would Josh know by just looking at me I'd experienced my
first male oral sex ?  Would my Dad know ?

              **************************************************************

When I arrived at my office, I put my thoughts and concerns about Doug out
of my mind and focused on the job of seeing patients.  The fact I could do
so was not an indication of any lack of care about my son, it was a
testimony to my confidence in my partner, Josh and his ability to handle
anything which was needed.  The day Josh moved into the house I stayed
away.  I could have arranged to be there, but I wanted him to feel free to
put his things where he wanted, to make himself at home.  I also wanted him
to share Doug's excitement about his arrival without me to distract either
of them.  Sometimes I might seem not to be involved enough with either of
the loves in my life, but usually it's because I want them to make their
own choices without my influence.  It's true I like Josh to make the
decisions.  I've always been more of a facilitator than a leader.  My idea
of a perfect life is to be with and love, Josh, my son, Doug and to care
for my patients.  I could be quite happy doing only those things.

Finding Josh was the most surprising and unexpected event to happen in my
life.  I expected to never have another long term relationship after my
wife died.  After being with Josh, I knew we had something special and he
would be no brief or occasional affair.  Beyond our physical attraction and
compatibility, we complimented one another.  He was open and demonstrative.
I was passive and restrained.

When I came into my office waiting room there were a half dozen patients
waiting.  I apologized to them for my delay and assured them we would get
started as soon as possible.  Apparently Nancy, my receptionist , had
explained the reason for my morning delay, as everyone wanted to know how
Doug was recovering.  I thanked them for asking and said he was healing
nicely and was right on schedule with his progress.  Everyone expressed how
pleased they were and asked to be mentioned to him.

I had seen him when I came in.  As I crossed the waiting room I approached
him and extended my hand to shake his as he rose.  Dr. Wilbur Simpkins did
not normally grace the waiting room of other physicians.  A skilled surgeon
and highly respected professional, his time was very scarce and I was very
shocked to find him waiting for my arrival.

"I need to speak to you for a few minutes if I may, please ?"  he spoke
softly while gripping my hand firmly and pumping it in a professional, but
warm manner.  "It's about Josh Langton."  If there had been the slightest
chance I would not have provided the time he requested and there wasn't, he
had used the magic words that guaranteed his reception.

I invited him into the inner corridor with me.  As we passed through I
asked Nancy to bring in my first two patients to the examination rooms and
ask them to be tolerent while I spoke with Dr. Simpkins.  We went into my
private office and I invited him to be seated in one of the lounge chairs
in the conference corner of my office.  My office is very casual.  Yes, I
have the big desk with the high back swivel chair, but it is for me to work
at.  When people come in to talk, I have a set of four overstuffed lounge
chairs in a grouping which we sit in.  I prefer the personal atmosphere.

"Rich.  May I call you Rich ?"  he requested.  I nodded.  "Rich, I have
come to ask you about two things.  Can you tell me how near Mr. Langton is
to finishing his Master's thesis ?  When might he receive his Master's
Degree ?"

"I believe he will finish his thesis by the end of this summer if all goes
as expected."  I responded.  "The University will confer degrees next Fall,
but the review may not be completed by then.  It could be Spring before his
degree is confered.  May I know why you ask ?"

"If I told you, could you keep from telling Mr. Langton ?"  he wanted to
know.  I had to think hard about who I was dealing with and how I could
justify holding something back from Josh.

"If I feel he had a need to know, then I can't promise you that."  I
replied.

"I will trust your judgment on his need, but we would prefer he didn't know
for now."  he answered.  "Next September Broughton General Hospital will be
seeking a new Director of Nursing.  A group of us, a large group of us,
would like him to assume the post.  His support will include the outgoing
Director.  How do you feel about it ?"  This was terrific.  A really big
opportunity for Josh.  A job where he could be part of the Senior
Management of a major County Hospital facility and really put his skills to
use.

"I would strongly support such a move, providing he was willing."  I
certified confidently.

"Excellent."  Dr. Simpkins responded.  "I will advise the group of your
concurrence.  Now the second matter is personal.  You have an outstanding
reputation as a diagnostician among your peers.  Will you allow me to make
an appointment for a complete physical examination ?"  I was first honoured
and then concerned.  Wilbur Simpkins would not seek out a Doctor unless he
wanted something confirmed, not diagnosed.

"You want me to confirm your diagnosis ?"  I queried.

"No, Sir."  he replied.  "I wish you to make the proper diagnosis if there
is one and then to provide treatment as you see fit.  I have a reputation
as being arrogant, stubborn and sometimes full of myself, but I give you my
word if you will take me on, I will follow your instructions."

"Let's talk to Nancy and see how quickly you can come in."  I told him as I
rose from my chair.  We both went to the reception area and I asked Nancy
to rearrange appointments to accommodate Dr. Simpkins' schedule.  In a
matter of minutes, we were done and he was gone.

The afternoon went quickly.  Nancy had to move a number of morning
appointments to this afternoon to allow me to be home this morning.  Still,
we managed to keep things flowing pretty smoothly.  I don't like to crowd
or rush my patients when they are with me.  I learn more about the causes
of their problems and their ailments by talking with them for 5 minutes
than if I ordered a bevy of medical tests.  We were getting to 5:30 and I
had reached the last of the scheduled patients.

"Excuse me Dr. Rich."  Nancy said, tapping lightly on my office door as I
was making a note in the chart of the patient I had just seen.  "Little
Billy Edwards is here.  He doesn't have an appointment, but he says he has
to see you.  I think you should see him, he doesn't look very good.  He has
a cut over his eye and he won't let me look at it."

"Call Josh and tell him I'll be late getting home, please Nancy."  I said
as I went out with her to the waiting room.  Billy was slumped over in one
of the chairs holding a rag to his head with his hand.  Now "Little Billy
Edwards" was an euphemism.  Bill Edwards was 6'4" of 19 year old muscle.  A
handsome, clean cut, All American boy.  I had known this big chested,
rugged looking kid since he was two years old.  As I approached him he
looked up at me and started to cry.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Rich," his soft bass voice sobbed, "I didn't know where
else to go."

"You came to the right place, Billy."  I assured him.  "Come on into my
exam room."  I noticed as he tried to get up he winced in pain and clutched
his chest.  "Nancy, see if the X-ray down the hall is still here."  I
helped him stand and watched carefully as he moved through the doors to my
exam room.  He was limping on his right side, but it looked more like his
hip area was the problem than his other joints.  We arrived in the room and
I helped him ease up and sit on the examining table.

"Let me see your head, Bill."  I instructed and he complied.  A short, deep
gash over the outside edge of his right eyebrow.  It could wait.  "I'm
going to take your top off.  I want you to relax and let me do the work."
I peeled his golf shirt up and eased it over his head.  "How long ago did
this happen ?"

"A couple hours."  he responded still releasing a quiet sob now and then.
I checked him over thoroughly.  Undoing his jeans and sliding them down, I
could see even with his briefs still on either he was a hell of a lot
better hung than I recalled or there was a problem between his legs.  I
pulled up the waist band and looked in his shorts.  His scrotum was swollen
on the right side about four times its normal size.

"X-ray is open late tonight."  Nancy reported coming back to the door.  I
sent her to get an ice pack and called X-ray myself to get them to bring
over a portable unit and an ultra sound.  I then set about cleaning his
forehead and laying out some suturing materials.  As I sat sewing his head
I started to probe.

"Are you ready to tell me what happened ?"  I asked quietly.

"I don't want to cause any trouble."  Billy almost whispered.  "I'll just
go somewhere so this doesn't cause a problem."

"This has already caused a problem.  You've been assaulted.  Viscously
assaulted."  I told him.  "If you can't convince me why I shouldn't, I'm
going to report it to the police."

"No, no please, don't do that.  It will just make more trouble."  he
begged.

"Tell me, then."  I said softly, but firmly.  "Billy, I've known you almost
all your life.  You trusted me to look after you when you were hurt, now
trust me with this."


Josh met me at the car as I drove into the driveway.  We both helped Billy
into the living room and over to the couch which Josh had made up with
sheets and blankets following my phone call.  I held Billy while Josh
stripped him and then we placed him in the bed.  We renewed the ice pack to
his groin which had started to reduce the swelling of his scrotum.  He was
exhausted and went to sleep almost immediately.  I thought maybe he would
wake up hungry a little later, so we just let him be for now.

I went in and kissed Doug and then Josh and we sat next to Doug's bed and
talked.  I knew Billy would be staying with us for awhile, so it was only
fair they knew what was going on.

"His Dad beat him up this afternoon because Billy told him he thought he
was gay."  I said.  "The asshole told the kid he never wanted to see him
again and not to come back home.  Billy wouldn't let me call the police.
He didn't want everyone to find out."

"Maybe I should go and have a talk with the prick who sired him."  Josh
commented.  "He doesn't deserve the title `Dad'.  Billy can stay as long as
he wants as far as I'm concerned."

"Me too, Dad."  Doug pitched in.  "He can share my room, if he doesn't want
to be alone."  I knew I could always count on the good hearts of my two
guys when someone was in need."

"Thanks guys."  I said.  "I've X-rayed his chest and he has two cracked
ribs, ultra sound showed his testicle isn't ruptured, so the swelling
should go down in a couple days and tomorrow a good bit of his body will be
black and blue and very sore.  He's going to need help, friendship and
understanding from you Doug and support therapy from you, Josh."  Both
nodded their understanding.

The next morning when I arrived at the office there was an urgent message
from Beth Edwards to call her.  Nancy said she had called twice already and
was very distraught.  I went to my office and returned her call.

"Dr. Rich.  Oh, thank you for calling."  Beth said.  She was very upset and
sounded like she had been crying.  "Billy has run away from home.  He and
his Dad had a fight and he took off.  I called the Police, but he's 19 and
they won't even consider him missing until he's gone 48 hours or more.  I
don't know what to do.  He's always loved you so much, I thought he might
contact you."

"It's all right, Beth."  I told her calmly.  "I have Billy.  He came to me
and I took him home last night."

"Why didn't you call me ?"  she asked.  "I've been so worried."

"As you said, Beth," I responded, "he's 19 and he didn't want anyone
called.  As my patient I have to respect his instructions.  Is Ken home ?"

"Yes, he's sleeping."  Beth replied.  "He was out looking for Billy most of
the night.  Why ?"

"I think the two of you should come in and talk to me as soon as possible."
I said.  "It's very important we talk.  If Ken doesn't want to come, tell
him I wanted to talk to him before I called the police."

"The police."  she repeated.  "Is Billy in trouble ?"

"No.  Billy is okay."  I replied.  "We really need to talk.  Nancy will let
me know as soon you get here."

Beth and Ken Edwards were in my office within an hour.  She was still
distraught, he was sullen.  I sat looking at them.  Ken was a moderate size
man about 5"10".  Although solid, he was no comparison for Billy in either
size or strength.  I mulled over why Billy was beaten and his father showed
no sign of injury.  It didn't take much to figure it out.

"Obviously you haven't told her yet, Ken" I said.  He shifted in his seat
and looked away from me.

"Hasn't told me."  she repeated.  "Ken, what haven't you told me ?"

"I was protecting you from being all upset."  he tried to pacify her.
"He's a fag.  He admitted to me he's a fag.  I told him to leave."

"After you beat him black and blue."  I interjected.  Ken glared at me and
I could see his hands make fists.  "I wouldn't try those fists on me.  I
don't love you enough like Billy, not to hit you back."

"You beat him ?"  Beth asked.  "You hit our son because he's gay ?"

"I was just straightening him out."  Ken offered.  "I knew you would be
upset and I didn't want him to be telling you he was a fag."

"Well, if he shared with you did you share with him about the way you like
to dress up in my underclothes to see if he could help you straighten out
?"  she yelled at Ken.  There was dead silence in the room.  Ken looked at
me, his face red as a beet with embarrassment.

"You two are going to need some counseling if you have any hope or wish to
hold your marriage together."  I told them.  I'll refer you if you want,
but for now my main concern is with Billy.  For some reason I will never
agree with he does not want to send his father to prison as he so well
deserves.  Billy will be staying at my house for awhile, in fact as long as
he wishes.

Our meeting ended with an arrangement for Josh and me to pick up Billy's
clothes and possessions this evening.

          ******************************************************************

I hurt.  It hurt to breathe.  I couldn't even imagine what a cough would do
to me.  I wasn't sure where I was either.  I could tell I was laying on a
couch and it was daylight.  I remember being with Dr. Rich.  He had helped
me.  I moved my leg and my balls felt like someone was pounding on them.  I
tried to turn over so I wouldn't be staring at the back of the couch.
Every inch of movement was a piece of hurt I hadn't felt before.

"Josh, he's awake."  I heard a voice call out.  I turned more to see the
owner of the voice.  Looking through to the next room I found a bed with
someone in it.  One leg in a cast was up in a sling and its owner was
sitting up looking over at me.  He was gorgeous.  Handsome face, dark hair,
broad shoulders and muscled arms.  He must have been about my age, maybe a
little younger.  I wondered if this was the guy injured at the football
game last weekend.  If so what was he doing here at what I figured was
Dr. Rich's house.  Oh, God.  That was Doug, Dr. Rich's son.  I hadn't seen
him for years.  He had been the guy targeted at that game.

As I was thinking about that, a god walked into the room and over to me.
My mouth had to drop open when I looked at him.  He was blonde and so good
looking.  About 6' tall he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist and hips.

"Good to see you awake."  he said to me.  "It's 10:a.m. already.  We
thought you would wake up for some supper later last night, but you were
out for good.  I have some pillows to put behind your back to make
breathing more comfortable, we'll change your ice pack and I'll give you
some medication to help with the aches and pains.  Mrs. Frye has some
breakfast for you underway.  Any questions ?

"Who are you," I asked.  "and what's happening ?"  He pulled a chair over
beside where I lay and quietly told me what was going on.  I remembered
going to Dr. Rich for help, but little of what had happened after I got
there.  Josh told me about my injuries and then he showed me.  He was kind
and gentle and I felt safe knowing he was looking after me.  He introduced
me to Doug and we waved to each other.  Then my day started.

Other stories by (LJB):

"To Fulfill a Prophesy"     NIFTY/gay/beginnings       56 part novel
	(contemporary fantasy) 
"Loving Tyler's Dad"        NIFTY/gay/college          single short story
	(romance) 
"When Danny Decided"  NIFTY/gay/high school         4 part series
	(psychological) 
"Joe's Dilemma"                 NIFTY/gay/beginnings       4 part series
	(romance)

A sequal to "Loving Tyler's Dad" is in the works and should be posted
within the next two weeks.