Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 14:12:39 -0800 (PST)
From: ds elliot <dselliot28@yahoo.com>
Subject: When I First Met Mike  -  Part III     (Gay Male/Beginnings Section)

When I First Met Mike - Part III

by ds elliot


This is the story of two men discovering each other. This story contains
episodes of sexual abuse, physical abuse, and verbal abuse. While this is
a story of discovery and understanding and compassion, the reader must
live through the pain to get to that point.

All rights reserved. This story may not be distributed, sold, or linked
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the author.

Copyright 2004.

This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between two young men.
This is a story of intimate sexual contact and discovery and well as
forced sex and violence. If you are not of legal age in your area to read
stories of this nature or if you are offended by stories of this nature,
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I would appreciate your comments, suggestions, and constructive
criticisms. You can contact the author at: dselliot28@yahoo.com



and now back to the story...

Telling someone you love them is a huge step in any relationship. I
recalled telling a couple of buddies back in college that I loved them,
but that was after we'd polished off the keg at one of the all too
frequent frat parties. Too much booze always made me a bit more
emotional. I'd never just said 'I love you' to anyone. The funny thing
was that it was true. I'd been feeling it. I suppose on some level I was
afraid of it... not so much afraid of the love as verbalizing it. I don't
know what I expected from Mike, but I didn't expect him to tell me that
he loved me too. That was more than I hoped for. I was awake thinking
about what Mike meant when he said 'I love you'... did he mean as a
friend, as a brother, as another human being in the world? Did he say it
because I said it first? Mike was an emotional wreck. He wasn't at a
point in his life where he could mean anything more than just loving me
as a friend. I had to admit to myself that I really wanted it to mean
more, but resigned myself to the fact that it likely didn't -- at least
not yet. Maybe his feelings would grow to be more... maybe...

I turned in the bed to face Mike. I was startled to see that he was awake
and looking at me. He asked,

"What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about telling you I loved you."

"Are you sorry you said it?"

"No... not for a second. I really do love you. I was just wondering if I
should have said it. I don't want you to feel like you've got to feel
that way about me. I don't want it to make you uncomfortable or add
stress to your life."

"It was nice to hear. I felt warm inside when you said it. It made me
feel good... good about myself too. I'm glad you told me. I'm not really
sure if I know what love is, but you make me feel so good. It's hard to
explain... you make me feel important and needed and cared for. I feel
like I'm part of your life, and I like those feelings. I'd rather be with
you than anywhere else. It's more than just feeling safe and secure and
not so afraid of things. I feel like you genuinely care about me... you
want me to get better. I care about you too. I just don't always know
what is the right thing to do or say, but I do love you. I'm sure of
that."

I pulled Mike to me and hugged him tight. He kissed me on the neck. As we
held each other he said,

"The first time I felt your dick touching my body I was so scared you
would put it in me. Now I like how it feels against me. Sometimes I want
to touch it to make you happy, but I'm also still a bit scared. I don't
think I said that right."

"You said it fine. You don't have to do anything you don't really want
to do. If we ever do anything it would have to be mutual."

"What do you mean?"

"If you do something to me then I get to do the same thing for you. Like
the hugging and kissing, it's mutual. You kiss and hug me, and I kiss and
hug you. We both get to share the good feelings."

"Does it really make you feel good when I hug you?"

"It makes me feel great. I like holding you and you holding me. It makes
me feel safe and secure too."

"Why don't you feel safe?"

"It isn't so much that I don't feel safe... it's just this feeling
inside that I've got you to share things with and that makes me feel
better about myself and the world... like I'm not alone."

"I feel that way too, but I also feel safe in a different way. I just
know inside that you'd never hurt me and that you wouldn't let anyone
else hurt me either. It's more than you just taking care of me and
watching out for me... it's like you're a guardian angel or something
making the world better just for me."

I kissed Mike's cheek as I hugged him closer to me. I hadn't thought
about the many times my dick had likely pressed into or poked him. As I
thought about it now, I could see how he'd panic at the thought of
potential abuse. It felt good now though as his leg rested against it. If
any other guy had been in my bed with me it would have been completely
sexual, but with Mike it was different. I would never deny that I was
very attracted to him. I would also not deny that if he wanted to have
sex I'd be elated and eager to please us both. The thing too is that I
wasn't feeling at all sexually frustrated by the closeness we shared. It
was like I wanted the sex but didn't need it. I found pleasures in
holding and kissing and sharing that I hadn't known before. Hugging and
kissing had always been a prelude to sex. With Mike the hugs and kisses
were different... better... more...

After nearly two months of treatment with Dr. Martin, Mike was frustrated
at the slow pace of improvement. At times it did seem slow to me also,
but that was mainly because there hadn't been any major breakthroughs.
Mike was making slow and steady progress -- sometimes so slow and steady
that he didn't realize the changes himself. Mike had once been reluctant
to pick out what clothes to wear, but he had no problems picking clothes
and dressing himself as he liked. Of all the colors of shirts we'd
selected, he tended to favor blues. If I asked about his favorite color,
he couldn't tell me, but when I asked him to pick the shirts he liked
best -- they were all blue. It's like a light went on for Mike. He also
didn't struggle with using the bathroom very often. He was able to go on
his own and take care of his business without permission or even telling
me what he was doing. Occasionally he'd relapse, but that was becoming
less frequent. He was also venturing away from the condo more on his own
-- going for walks or wandering through the stores and even having lunch
out by himself. We still slept together, but I think that was more
because we both liked it rather than his fears. He didn't freeze up when
he heard keys jingle. Shouting on the street didn't cause him to panic.
There were changes and improvements, but they were sometimes subtle and
hard to see because they happened gradually.

It was about the forth month when Mike and I were cuddled up on the sofa
watching the late news when he panicked. Mike started to push himself
more into me. At first it was pleasant, but the steady pressure was
getting painful. He let out a painful groan. I wasn't sure what had
happened... if he was hurt... what? He was white as a ghost and only
groaned like he was in horrible pain. I was ready to call for an
ambulance because I had no idea what was happening. Mike's eyes were
glued to the tv, but his eyes were glazed over... like he was seeing but
not seeing at the same time. I asked what was wrong, but I got no
response. I shook him and finally got him out of the stupor he was in.
When I got him to talk, all he said was...

"That was one of the men..."

"Where, Mike? On the tv?"

"Yes. He was one of them."

I couldn't do more than hold Mike tight to my body and try to reassure
him that he was safe -- that the man he saw on tv couldn't hurt him. He
didn't calm down easily, but I did get him to bed when he seemed to
settle down. His sleep was restless and troubled. He was having one of
the nightmares again, but this one didn't seem as violent or frightening
as some... he wasn't yelling out or begging which usually happened. I
woke him a few times during the night to end the dreams, but they seemed
to come back. Mike didn't want to be alone in the condo the next day so
he spent the day in my office.

On one of my breaks I called the tv station to find out about their late
night news broadcast. Specifically I wanted to know who the person was in
the story Mike saw. It took some time, but I finally got the name of the
individual. He was on the city council -- someone who rarely made the
news. The only reason he happened to be on last night was that the story
covered was filler on a slow news day. I then called my dad to see what
he knew of the guy. My dad didn't have a high opinion of the man. That
told me a lot. Being a developer my dad was around politics and the
movers and shakers in the city. He knew most of them and usually found
something good in each of them, but not this man. Later in the day I
called Dr. Martin. He wanted to see Mike that evening.

At Dr. Martin's home Mike talked about seeing the man and the feelings he
had. That talk helped to calm Mike and reassure him that he was safe and
secure. I wasn't ready to let it all rest. I wanted to pursue the jerk;
to make sure he got what he deserved. Dr. Martin told me he agreed but
insisted that I not make this more traumatic for Mike.

The next morning I called the lawyer, Alex Melman, I'd talked to about
finding information about Mike. As it turned out, Alex was preparing the
information to be delivered by messenger that afternoon. I told the Alex
what I wanted now about the man Mike recognized. Alex didn't have a high
opinion of the man we were discussing either. Alex's firm was one of the
larger in the city with connections all over the place. He told me that
he'd make some calls and get back to me. The messenger arrived with a
large envelope filled with information about Mike. I wasn't prepared to
open it yet. I first had to decide if I really wanted to know what the
file contained. I'd asked for the information, but now that I had it I
wasn't sure that I wanted it. I decided that when Mike was ready we'd
talk about the envelope to see what he wanted to know. It was all about
him and should be at least in part up to him what he wanted and needed to
know about his past.

As I was about to leave the office, the phone rang. I would normally let
the service answer, but I picked up. It was Alex. He told me that he
talked with the prosecutor's office about what I'd told him. The
prosecutor was very interested in pursuing a case against Mr. Hannity. I
told Alex that Mike wasn't ready to confront the man at this point. Alex
assured me that he wouldn't allow that to happen. Alex asked to be
allowed to represent Mike in this matter. I agreed with the stipulation
that Dr. Martin be consulted and involved. Alex knew Dr. Martin by
reputation and felt comfortable with my demands.

It was nearly two weeks before all the interested parties could agree
with how best to proceed. We all met one evening at the condo. Mike
hadn't met Alex or the prosecutor prior to this evening and was very
uncomfortable with so many strangers in the house. Dr. Martin and I sat
next to Mike as we took lots of time just talking about other things to
help Mike relax. When Mike told me he was ready, the prosecutor asked
some specific questions of Mike. Dr. Martin spoke for Mike and answered
the questions for him. He insisted that Mike wasn't ready to relive the
details of his kidnapping. The prosecutor seemed to understand and didn't
push Mike. At one point Mike was asked to look at a series of pictures to
see if he recognized any of the men in the photos. Mike saw three faces
he recognized and put the names he recalled with each picture as well as
the name of the boy each of them brought to the house where Mike was
held. The man who kidnapped Mike was not in the pictures, but I asked
Alex to follow up on that arrest. I gave the approximate date of the
arrest. I asked Mike if he remembered the address. He was almost in a
trance at this point -- just staring blankly at the coffee table where
the pictures had been. He rattled off the address as I put my arm around
him. Mike put his head on my shoulder and cried softly as I held him. I
told the group that we needed to finish because Mike wasn't capable of
dealing with any more of this now. They all readily agreed. Dr. Martin
stayed after the others left to help me calm Mike and get him settled for
the night. Dr. Martin gave him a l tranquilizer to help him relax and get
through the night. He also wrote out a prescription for me to fill the
next day in case Mike needed them in the near future.

Mike slept like a log. I don't think he moved once all night. The next
morning though he looked like he hadn't slept at all. I took Mike to work
with me. The women in the office liked fawning over him, and Karen, the
mother to all of us, brought him to the reception area and put him to
work helping her with the phones and the files.

Nothing seemed to happen for the next several weeks. I'm sure Alex was
tired of me calling every day to see what was going on. When things did
start to happen, everything seemed to happen at once. Mr. Hannity was
arrested and his home and two other buildings he owned were searched. In
the search they did find a boy locked in a room in the basement that the
police almost didn't discover. In addition to the boy they found lots of
pictures and video tapes. The man was running a porn website as well as
selling and distributing pictures of children engaged in sex acts with
adults. As it turns out the man was in several of the pictures. His face
wasn't always visible in the shot, but he had a rather unique birthmark
that was. It seems that the threat of prosecution for kidnapping and the
porn he was selling was enough to make the man sing his entire song, and
he was willing to implicate anyone he could think of in the process.

The police arrested nine other men in the area who had kidnapped or taken
possession of a minor child for sex. It seems that Mr. Hannity had sold a
few of the boys to these other men. In addition to those men, the
computer in one of Mr. Hanity's buildings also contained a complete and
detailed record of those who subscribed to his website as well as those
who'd bought pictures and videos. I was amazed at the number of men who
would eventually be arrested in various cities around the US. In all of
this Alex did find out who kidnapped Mike. He was doing time for the meth
lab and drugs that were found in the house. The house had been seized by
police and hadn't been touched since it was searched.

I asked Alex if there wasn't some way Mike could pursue some sort of
victim's compensation from the man who held him all those years. Alex had
some ideas including a civil suit, but first he wanted the man brought
back from the state prison where he was being held to face new charges
for kidnapping, sex with a minor, and a whole host of other infractions
Alex read off.

The man who kidnapped Mike was Ron Wicks. When faced with the list of
charges against him as well as all of the evidence including the
testimony of Mr. Hannity, Ron plead guilty. He would be going away for an
additional 30 years. I felt confident that he wouldn't ever get out of
prison alive. The other men involved received similar sentences for
kidnapping and sex with minors. I was sure that most of them would likely
not leave prison alive either after hearing how well regarded child
molesters and rapists were within the prison system. They all deserved to
die for what they did to the children they abused.

Alex did start the civil suit process against Ron Wicks. It turned out
that Ron didn't live long enough in prison to make it to that court date.
I can't say that I was sad to hear that news, but really wanted Mike to
get something for all that he'd suffered. Alex assured me that it would
be a lot easier since Ron didn't leave a will and didn't seem to have any
descendants or living relatives. Ron had inherited the house when his
mother died. Alex did pursue the house for Mike and did succeed. That
took months to accomplish. By the time all this was over, Mike had been
with me for eleven months. It wasn't a swift process, but it did have a
happy ending in that all the men were locked up where they couldn't hurt
any more children. Only two had decided to plead innocent and go through
the trial process. The prosecutor's office told me they would likely end
up with longer sentences once a jury heard details of their actions.

Mike didn't care about the house or even want to see it again. I could
understand that. Since it was legally in Mike's name I decided that I
would at least help him sell it. The money would help him get a fresh
start in life.

Mike seemed to find a sense of peace he'd not found before when he
started to see pictures of the various men being lead off to jail.
Reading the stories of the time they'd serve for their crimes helped him
find some form of personal justice. He was very curious about the other
boys that were found. Most were still minors so names and information was
difficult to get, but we did learn that four of the eight boys were
returned to their parents after being checked out at the local hospitals.
One of the boys was HIV+. He had started a treatment program and was
living in a home that would care for him until he could get back on track
with his life. The other three boys had been homeless like Mike. They
were all in local shelters with hopes of placing them in the foster care
system. Most of Mr. Hannity's holding were confiscated and auctioned off.
Some of the proceeds were set aside for the boys who'd been held. Parents
of the four boys were encouraged to pursue civil suits for damages. It
seemed like a chapter in Mike's life was finally closing for good.

During most of this time Mike was meeting with Dr. Martin at least twice
each week and often more frequently. Dr. Martin kept close tabs on Mike
to be sure that none of these events caused a set back. For the most part
it seemed to take all of Mike's energy just to get through these days.
Though Mike didn't have to go to court or make any public appearances, I
think the idea that he would have to see any of these men face to face
terrified him to his soul. It took months for it all to come to an end,
but when it did we all collectively released a huge sigh of relief.

Mike did come back to be the person he had been before he recognized Mr.
Hannity. There was still a long way to go to heal Mike, but I felt we
were back on track. When it was finally all over, Mike and I were laying
in bed one Sunday morning just holding each other. Mike said,

"I feel like I can move on... like I'm not stuck in that block of time
and reliving those events. I'm not as afraid of being taken back to that
basement. I'm so glad that the other guys got free too. It feels like I
did something good even though I really didn't do anything at all."

"Mike, you did a lot. If you hadn't recognized Mr. Hannity and had the
courage to talk with the prosecutor and Alex about your ordeal, none of
those boys would have been freed and none of those men would be in prison
now. You did it all. You got the police looking in the right direction.
Once that happened they did their job and the prosecutors did theirs. No
one could have done more than you. I'm so proud of you."

"Are you really, Adam? I felt like such a baby when I talked with the
prosecutor that night. I was crying and didn't want to help. I just
wanted it all to go away."

"You might have wanted that, Mike, but you did talk to him. You helped
him so he could do his job. It wasn't easy to do what you did. I'm very
proud of you. I love you, you know."

"I love you too, Adam. Do you think things will really start to change
now that it's over?"

"Things have been changing... little things... subtle things. Think
about it... when was the last time you needed permission to use the
bathroom? When was the last time you asked what you could or should wear?
When was the last time you asked if you could eat or what you could eat?
When was the last time you freaked out when someone yelled? Those things
haven't happened in a long time. You are getting better, but it's a
gradual process -- so gradual that sometimes we don't see the progress
you're making."

"I hadn't thought about it like that, but you're right. When I think
about those things, I have made progress. I've been thinking more about
school too. I want to go to school as soon as I can. I mentioned it to
Dr. Martin. He told me that I wouldn't have to go back to high school. He
said I could go to a community college to get the rest of my high school
education. I guess we'll need to open that envelop to see what school I
attended and to get my records transferred. When you first told me about
that envelope I was angry with you for getting all of that information
about me. I think I was angry because I didn't want to know... because I
liked the life we had here and wanted to make believe that it had always
been like this."

"I'm sorry, Mike. I didn't think it would hurt you. I certainly didn't
want to make you angry with me. I asked Alex to get the information more
to find out about your schooling than anything else. When that package
arrived I realized I didn't want to know what was inside either because I
liked what we had and preferred to make believe it would always be this
way too."

"I'm ready to open the envelop when you are. If you aren't ready to know
what's inside, we can wait. We could also just have Alex take out the
information that pertains to school and leave the rest. I don't really
need to know any more than that."

"If you're ready then I'm ready too. Together we can face whatever
information is in that envelop. Whatever is there won't change how I feel
about you."

"Adam... you are the best. I love you so much I sometimes feel like I'll
burst. I talked to Dr. Martin about having sex with you."

"You did? When did you do that?"

"Well actually I've been talking with him about sex for a while now.
Mostly it's been about whether or not he thinks I'll be able to get an
erection again and if I'll be able to enjoy normal sex. We talk about
what I'd like to do with you and what I'd like you to do with me. We talk
about what is normal and what isn't. We talk about everything really. I'm
surprised how much that man knows. He really is amazing."

"So back up a few paces there... what exactly would you like us to be
doing with each other? I really want to hear that."

"I'm not gonna tell you until I can do it. I hope that day comes soon.
Dr. Martin says that he should talk with both of us before we do anything
because he says there are things we both need to understand. He says you
need to be prepared for me to freak out a little the first few times we
try things. Some of the things we... well, some of the things you'll
probably want to do will trigger memories of bad times. He wants us to be
prepared and teach us how to handle that if it happens. I told him I'd
start to drag you to the next Saturday sessions so he can lecture you
about sex."

"That might be a little embarrassing..."

"It probably will be for both of us. Dr. Martin is pretty direct and he
doesn't pull any punches. He gets right to the point. I know there are
times when my ears feel like they're burning up he's embarrassed me so
much, but we're just talking about normal things. I guess I'm still not
all that comfortable talking about my body and sex, but it is getting
easier to do."

As our one year anniversary arrived, I told Mike that I wanted to take
him to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town to celebrate. Mike smiled
and said ok. He wasn't all that excited about the anniversary, but I
chalked that up to what it likely meant to him. He'd been with me a year
and was still struggling with his demons. He was winning the battle more
often than not, but he was still in the thick of the war. The day of the
actual anniversary, I came home early to get ready for our night out.
Mike said...

"Adam? I know you want to go to this great restaurant for dinner
tonight, but I don't really want to go there."

"Ok, Mike. We don't have to go out if you don't feel like it. It's not a
problem really. We can fix dinner together and stay in if you'd prefer."

"Actually I want to go to the restaurant where you first took me. I know
it isn't anything fancy or great, but I'd like to go back there
tonight."

"Sure... we can do that, Mike. It's your anniversary too you know. I'll
just cancel the reservations I made and we can go when you're ready."

Mike wanted to walk to the restaurant so we did. He picked the route that
would take us past the place where I first saw him. When we got there two
people were huddled up against the cold. We stopped to talk to the two
people in the shop alcove. It was a man and a woman. Mike looked at me
with that silent pleading look he used to silently get me to do whatever
he wanted. I nodded my head. Mike smiled and invited the two people to
come with us to have dinner at the restaurant. I think they were
skeptical at first, but they packed up their things and followed us. Mike
told them to wash up and we'd wait for them. I told the waitress where we
wanted to sit. I wasn't exactly positive which booth it was, but I was
pretty sure. She lead me to the table and put down menus for the four of
us. When the others arrived she'd brought water and place settings for
each of us.

When Mike sat down he leaned in, kissed me on the cheek and said,

"You remembered the table where we ate. Thank you for letting me bring
them to dinner. I know this isn't what you had in mind for the night, but
it really makes me happy."

"This is way better than what I had planned. You had a great idea. I'm
really glad we're doing this."

Mike told the couple to order whatever they wanted from the menu. When
we'd all decided, we placed our orders. Mike told the couple that I'd
found him in that same doorway one year ago this very night. He told them
that I'd rescued him and saved him from a certain death. The couple
didn't seem to believe Mike's story, but you could see the honesty in his
eyes as he told them the facts he wanted to share.

The couple with us didn't talk much once the food arrived. Mike and I
talked quietly as we ate. The man finished first so Mike asked if he was
really full or wanted to order more. We could both tell that the man was
still hungry so we got a menu so he could get more food. When we all
finished our main course we all ordered dessert. It really was a pleasant
evening for all four of us. We'd likely never see this couple again, but
it was nice to learn something about them and at least try to make their
lives a little happier even if for only this one night. On the way back
to where it all started we passed a bank cash machine. I took a card from
my wallet and withdrew $200.00. We gave each of them five $20.00 bills to
do with as they wanted. I hoped they'd spend the money for a room and
more food, but the money was our gift to them. We parted company at the
storefront. Mike and I walked arm in arm back to the condo.

That next January Mike started school. I had been teaching Mike how to
drive, but he seemed to prefer taking the bus to school for now. He
wasn't a bad driver, but the traffic and honking horns tended to make him
nervous. Mike did like to drive when we left the city though. He liked to
drive in the country and up to the mountains. That was fine with me. I'd
do the city driving and he'd take care of the country roads... a fair
split of the duties. That was a lot of what our lives were becoming...
shared duties. Mike liked to do somethings and excelled at them while I
liked others. Together we seemed to cover all the bases. Everything got
done, and we were each happy.

Work for me was good -- too good actually. I was working too much. I
decided to add another dentist to my practice. I found the perfect newly
graduated dentist from the local University. Dr, Don Helms started
working in the middle of January. We worked together for the first two
weeks so I could watch him work and feel comfortable with his skills and
knowledge. I went to part time for all of February. I needed the time to
recoup and take care of some things that needed attention, mainly the
house where Mike had been held. Just knowing it was still in our lives
bothered me to no end. Mike just ignored the fact that the place even
existed. I just wanted to get rid of it as quickly as possible.

I told Mike my plan to go to the house to see what would need to be done
to sell it. Mike absolutely didn't want to go, and he didn't really want
me to go either. He did want to get rid of the place. His preference was
to burn it to the ground. While burning it down wasn't likely to happen I
did tell him that we could have it torn down if that was what he wanted.
After he'd spent some time thinking about it, he decided that he'd like
to sell it to a nice family. I agreed to do that for him.

My first trip to the house brought up more emotions that I ever thought
the place could. I sat in my car in the driveway trying to stop the tears
and get the strength to go inside. I probably sat there for a half hour
before I got out of the car and walked to the front door. When I got
inside I was surprised at how quaint the place looked. It was nothing
like the torture chamber I'd been expecting. It really looked like a
regular home. The place was dirty and dusty, but it was decent
otherwise... a typical family home. I wandered through the rooms on the
main floor. It was a three bedroom house with one bathroom on the main
floor. The place was a bit messy from the police search, but not
destroyed. I found the door to the basement. It took all I could muster
to open the door and go down the steps. It was exactly as Mike had
described it. I sat on the bottom step and cried. I could hear Mike's
screams. I could see his blood on the floor. I could see the tools of his
torture and rape. I could see the dirty mattress where he slept. I saw
the hooks in the walls and ceiling and floor where Mike had been tied. I
was physically sick and ran outside to vomit.

I made myself go back inside, but I didn't go back to the basement. As I
looked around the place I noticed that something wasn't right. It took me
several hours to figure out what didn't seem right, but it finally dawned
on me. It seemed like there should be more rooms on the main floor. I
finally figured out that a wall had been changed off the kitchen area. I
couldn't find an entrance to the room for a long time, but finally found
that the closet in one of the bedrooms was next to where I thought the
room was. After poking around in the closet for a while I found a way to
open the far wall of the closet. The room was dark with no windows. I got
a flashlight from the car and entered the hidden room. I'd found a stash
of drugs the police hadn't found. In addition I found a strong box. I
found a hammer and screwdriver and eventually broke the box. I found
money... lots of money.

I called Alex from my cell phone. He told me that whatever was in the
house belonged to Mike, but he suggested that I call the police to have
them remove the drugs. I asked Alex if perhaps he could make the call and
explain that I wasn't involved with the drugs. He agreed to talk with the
prosecutor he'd dealt with originally so there would be no confusion. I
put the cash in the trunk of my car while I waited for the police to
arrive. The police emptied the room of the drugs and other items that
were drug related. The cop told me that it was likely over $100,000.00
worth of drugs... heroine, cocaine, and various pills. They also found
some stolen checks and credit cards as well as some evidence that Ron
Wicks had been involved with an identity theft ring.

I called one of the charitable organizations that would give all of the
furniture, clothes, and household items to those in need. We worked out a
time that was good for both of us. That evening at home I told Mike that
I'd found a stash of money in the house. I showed him the money. Mike was
speechless. We counted the money together. When we finished we had a
total of $32,170.00. Mike and I just sat there and stared at the piles of
money on the kitchen table. I asked Mike what he'd like to do with it. It
didn't take him but a moment to say that he wanted to give it to the
shelter where he'd stayed when he could get a bed there.

On Saturday we took a cashier's check for $32,170.00 to the shelter. The
woman who took Mike to the doctor happened to be working that day. She
didn't recognize Mike at first, but seemed so happy to see him and
remembered him well. They talked about what had transpired since they'd
last seen each other. The woman seemed so pleased that he was so much
happier. She told Mike how much better he looked and couldn't seem to
stop gushing over him and the progress he'd made. Mike just beamed at the
praise.

Mike personally gave the check to the man who ran the mission. Mike told
him that he wanted the money to go for food and blankets for the
homeless. The man was very grateful for the donation. Mike seemed so
happy and peaceful as we prepared to leave the shelter. On the drive back
to the condo Mike said,

"I don't think anything I've ever done has made me feel better. I feel
so good. The best part is that people will be helped by that money...
people who really need the help."

"You did a wonderful thing Mike. Most people would have kept the money
for themselves. You were generous and thoughtful enough to do good for
lots of people."

"It wasn't my money really. I don't know what that man did to get the
money, but I'd bet it wasn't legal. Spending that money on myself would
have made me just as bad as him in some ways. I'm glad that money is gone
and is some place where it can finally do people some good. A part of me
knows that donating that money to charity is the last thing he would ever
have done... giving his money away was a bit of revenge really. I just
wish he was still alive so he'd know I gave it away. That probably makes
me sound evil, doesn't it?"

"Not at all Mike. What you did was kind and decent. That man was
anything but that. If anything he was just plain evil and mean. Giving
his money away, no matter how he got it, was a good thing to do. He'd
likely be turning over in his grave if he knew you got the better of him.
I think what you feel is normal and healthy. It was a nice thing you did
yet it still gets him back where it would hurt him the most. He was
obviously greedy and involved in many different illegal activities. At
least people will benefit from the evil he did while he was alive."

"You always make me feel better about myself even when I think I've done
something bad or wrong. I was all set to feel guilty for my reasons for
giving away the money, but you shine a different light on things and make
me feel better. Have I ever told you how glad I am that you found me and
took me into your life?"

"You might have mentioned that once or twice." I said as I chuckled.

Mike punched me in the arm and said, "Well if you only remember once or
twice, I'm gonna have to start telling you every day so you don't forget
how much you mean to me. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here today.
I wouldn't be anywhere. I owe you my life. I love you so much. It's been
hard at times... sometimes so hard that I doubted that I'd ever be
better; that I could get beyond that place where I was stuck; that I
could be happy to be alive; that I could be part of something so
important and special to me as we've become. Adam, You really do mean the
world to me... you are my world. I never thought life could be as good as
it is with you."

Tears were running down my cheeks when Mike finished talking. I tried to
talk, but the words just wouldn't come. I was so overwhelmed; so proud of
him; so damn happy; so deeply in love with this man. I pulled the car
over as soon as I could. The tears were blurring my vision. When I got
the car in 'park' I reached over and hugged Mike to me as tight as I
could. He rubbed my back and kissed my neck. I couldn't imagine feeling
more loved... more wanted... more needed. When I finally could talk I
said,

"Mike, you mean the world to me. I love you so very much. There aren't
words to tell you how much I love you. You are my life. You give me the
strength to face each day. I can't imagine life without you. I love you
so much. I'm so proud of the progress you've made. You make me feel
better about myself. I love you, Mike."

We just sat in the car holding each other. An older couple walked by the
car and looked at us sitting there holding each other. They both smiled
as they walked past. I wondered if they could see the love we shared.
Once we were both composed I put the car in gear and drove the rest of
the way home.

Mike continued to work with Dr. Martin. One Saturday Mike came home from
his session with him and declared that he was too dependent on me and
needed to make his own decisions and not depend on me to tell him what to
do. I was more than a little shocked because I didn't think I was making
any decisions for him. Obviously Mike didn't feel the same way. I asked,

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Well... Dr. Martin says that I should take more responsibility for my
life. He said I should be more independent... that making my own choices
will help me be a stronger person."

"I didn't think you were depending on me that much. I think you make
decisions without me all the time. What do you need me to do?"

"I don't really know. It's just something we talked about today."

I called Dr. Martin to see what the hell was going on. If I was doing
something I shouldn't be, I wanted to know. Dr. Martin just laughed at my
concern and told me that Mike was just feeling his way -- testing the
waters. He told me not to worry, but that didn't ease my worries
especially when Mike mentioned that he thought he should get a job and
support himself... perhaps even get his own place. That one really
freaked me out a lot. I couldn't imagine life without Mike. I probably
talked with the doctor as much or more than Mike did during this 'testing
the waters' phase. That phase did finally pass, but I was on pins and
needles during most of it not knowing what to expect. I often worried
about what new challenge would face me when I got home. Mike was getting
far more independent. I think school was helping in that respect more
than Dr. Martin. Being around people his age and watching them seemed to
affect Mike deeply.

The house was cleaned up, listed, and sold quickly. Mike netted just over
$154,000.00 from the sale. We took the check to the bank and opened
accounts for him. Some was placed in a checking account, some in savings,
and the rest in an investment account. When we got back to the condo Mike
asked what I paid each month for the condo. I told him what my monthly
payment was. Mike sat at the kitchen table with a small calculator and a
pad of paper. When he finished his calculations he asked me to show him
how to write a check. I explained what he needed to put on each line to
make the check valid. Mike's first check was to me for half of what he
calculated I'd spent for rent and food for the entire time he'd been with
me. When he handed me the check he told me he'd have to transfer some
money from savings to checking so the check would be covered. I tried to
decline the check, but Mike insisted and told me that he really wanted to
pay his own way. I took the check from him and put it in my pocket with
no intention of actually cashing it.

Mike found the check a couple of weeks later and was very unhappy that it
hadn't been cashed. He insisted that we go to the back the next day so he
could make sure the check got cashed. Needless to say we both went to the
bank. I endorsed the check and deposited it in my savings account. I felt
like an errant child as he escorted me to the bank and watched to be sure
I cashed the check and put it into my account. It was important to Mike
to be equal in the relationship. Mike believed that since he had money to
pay his way that he should and would do so. When Mike got something in
his head, he wasn't easily dissuaded. Dr. Martin told me that this was a
huge step for Mike. The best thing I could do was allow him to pay for
things when he wanted to. Dr. Martin reminded me that Mike had never had
money of his own before and needed to feel like he had control of how
that money was spent.

From that day on Mike enjoyed paying for things. I could see the feelings
of personal pride as well as a more self-assured aire about him when he
decided to take me to dinner or when he bought something to wear without
me along to talk about the purchase. My birthday was in early May. I
didn't ever make a big deal about my birthday, but Mike wanted to take me
to dinner. We went out to the place we were going to go for our
anniversary. Mike made all the arrangements including calling Karen at
the office to make sure I didn't have any late appointments that day. We
had a wonderful dinner. Mike seemed to radiate confidence and control as
well as love. I couldn't have asked for more. Back at the condo Mike gave
me a nicely wrapped box. I opened it to find a heavy gold ID bracelet
with my name engraved on the front. On the back it said 'My Friend, My
Brother, My Lover... Always, Mike'. I was a blubbering fool as Mike
fastened the bracelet to my wrist. I held him and whispered 'thank you so
much' as I kissed his cheek and neck.

It was mid June when the best change happened for Mike. It was a
Wednesday evening. We'd finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen. We were
both cuddled up on the sofa in our usual position. Soft jazz was playing
on the stereo as we sat in silence. I was in the middle of some day dream
as I held Mike. I was conscious of rubbing Mikes chest as I held him. I
also felt Mike rub my arm and hold my other hand. I was lost in my day
dream and good feelings when suddenly Mike bolted from the sofa.

I was shocked out of my peaceful state to see Mike trying desperately to
rip his clothes off. He was saying,

"Adam! Look Adam! Oh my God... Adam! I... Oh God... Adam, I can't
believe it! Adam!" he was nearly yelling as he fumbled with his shirt
and pants. When he finally got his shirt open and his pants down I saw
what all of the excitement was about. Mike had an erection. His first
erection in far too long. He was jumping around like a kid with a new
favorite toy. I don't think he'd ever been so excited. He just kept
saying, "Look Adam... My dick's hard. Adam! I've got an erection. I
can't believe it. This is so great! I... I've got to tell Dr. Martin.
Oh... this is so great. I can't believe it. Adam... I've got a hard on.
This is so fantastic!"

"Mike, this is wonderful. I can't believe it. I'm so excited for you."

Mike was struggling to get to the phone with his shirt on the floor and
his pants around his ankles. I said,

'Mike, you're gonna fall down if you aren't careful. Take the pants off
so you can walk."

"Yeah... ok. God, I just can't believe this. This is so cool."

Mike did get his pants off and made the call. He was talking so fast I
wondered how much Dr. Martin understood. When he finished the call, Mike
sat down on the sofa next to me. I pulled him into a hug and kissed his
cheek. He sat on the sofa and couldn't take his mind off his hard dick.
He was playing with it like a child who'd just discovered his penis. He
wasn't masturbating, but he did touch it and marvel at it. He went into
the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. He called me to come look at it
too. With both of us in the bathroom Mike asked,

"It looks pretty good doesn't it?"

"It looks very good if you ask me."

"It isn't too small or deformed or anything is it?"

"Mike, it looks totally perfect. It looks about as big as mine. It's a
great dick. You should be proud of it."

"I am! I just want to tell everyone." Mike blushed at his last comment
and giggled. Then he said, "That was pretty stupid, but you know what I
mean don't you? I've waited so long for this. I just want the world to
see that I'm just like everyone else."

"I understand your excitement. We've both been waiting a long time for
this to happen. I think it's great that it finally did. I guess this
means that you really are completely better. I'm so happy for you."

"Adam... I... Well... I don't want to do anything yet. It's all so new.
I mean I want to, but just not now. You aren't mad are you?"

"Mike... I'm not mad. I didn't expect you'd be ready when you first got
an erection. We've got to take it one step at a time. If and when you are
ready then we'll go to the next phase. Right now I think we should just
both enjoy the erection. It's a damn fine penis."

"Do you really think it's as big as yours? It doesn't seem as big. Would
it be weird if we compared them?"

"No... not at all." I said as I took off my clothes to stand next to
Mike.

He seemed to be very critically examining both of us. He'd never actually
touched my dick with his hands, but he did as he looked at mine and his.
When his hand first touch mine, I sucked in a deep breath and moaned a
little. Mike asked,

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if they felt the
same."

"You didn't hurt me. It felt really nice when you touched me. That was a
happy moan you heard."

"Lets measure them! You stay here while I get the ruler from my book
bag."

Mike did measure each of us. We were only a fraction of an inch
different, and Mike was just that fraction of an inch bigger. I could see
his chest puff out when he read the measurements for the second time. I
couldn't help be excited. I was obviously aroused, but more excited for
Mike and what this meant to him. This was the biggest hurdle of all. The
psychological damage that had caused his problems was mastered at this
moment. I hoped that this was truly the end of that part of his ordeal.
Only time would tell. As we were ready to leave the bathroom Mike said,

"Lets not get dressed. I just want to be able to see it."

"Whatever you want. Lets go sit on the sofa and relax."

Like all erections they eventually fade. Mike had been hard for over an
hour. Mike watched his penis deflate and said,

"Do you think it will get hard again? I hope this wasn't just a one time
thing."

"I think it will get hard again when it's ready. We'll just have to wait
and see what happens."

"That is easier said that done. I've been waiting so long for this to
happen. I just want it to stay hard."

"I know, but I believe it will be hard again... I bet you probably wake
up with an erection in the morning."

"I hope I do. I really hope this means everything works. I should call
Dr. Martin tomorrow to talk about it. He must think I'm a total idiot. I
can't believe you let me call him to tell him about the erection. I think
his wife answered the phone. I probably told her about it too. I hope I
didn't. That would be too embarrassing."

I just laughed at Mike. His excitement was contagious. I didn't think
he'd get much sleep tonight. More than anything I hoped he wake up with
morning wood. That would be the best thing that could happen. It would
prove that it wasn't just a one time thing for him. If he didn't wake up
with an erection, I worried that he'd be depressed.

As it turned out I need not have worried. Mike woke me before the alarm
to show me that he did wake up with an erection. I spent the day at work
on top of the clouds. Mike had finally conquered the memories of what had
been. He wasn't just on the road to recovery -- he was nearing the end of
that long journey. When I thought about Mike's often painful journey, I
couldn't help be proud of his accomplishments. So many times it would
have been easier for him to just give up, but he never did. He kept
fighting those many little battles along the way. There were some very
traumatic moments for him... some of those moments lasted weeks and
months. He'd faced nameless demons and beat them at their game. There
were still times when I could tell that he struggled with a memory or had
to fight harder to get beyond what he was dealing with, but he always
came out the other side stronger and more confident and more in control
of his life and his memories.

That Friday night as we ate dinner Mike asked,

"Do you have plans for tonight?"

"No, no plans at all. We can do whatever you want."

"Can we go to bed early? I think I'm ready to see if it works. I've been
thinking about it all day. I can't help think about it it seems. I don't
know what I want to do, but I think it's time to try."

"Hell yes we can go to bed early. Would now be too early for you?"

Mike giggled and said, "Finish your dinner. We've got all night."

"Right now the last thing I'm thinking about is food. I can eat later.
I've been thinking about this a lot too -- and not just today. I'm ready
when you are."

Mike laughed more and then said, "Well I need to finish my dinner. I'll
need all my strength to get through this."

"It won't be bad. If you want to stop we can. I want this to be so good
for you that you'll want to do it every day... all day!"

"Someone sounds even hornier than me... I just hope you aren't
disappointed."

"I could never be. I love you. Whatever we end up doing will be perfect.
What's most important to me is that you enjoy the experience. If you
don't or if you want to stop, you have to promise me that you'll tell me.
I won't be disappointed in you. I couldn't be no matter what."

"I really do love you Adam. You are so understanding. I don't think
anyone else in the world would or could be as patient as you've been with
me. It means a lot to me that you understand me and will go slow. Just
knowing that makes it so much easier for me to actually do this."

"I think you'll like it. I'm gonna try my best to see that you do."

"I trust you Adam. That's what makes this even more special. This is
really something I want to do. Before I didn't have a choice, but this
time I do, and I'm choosing you. I can't imagine doing this with anyone
else. If I forget to tell you later, I want you to know that this is
really special to me. Thank you so much for everything, but mostly for
this."

We didn't bother clearing the table or doing the dished. I convinced Mike
that they could wait. In the bedroom with the light casting a soft glow
over the room, I kissed Mike on the lips. It was our fist real kiss. His
lips were so soft and sweet. He was hesitant at first, but gradually
relaxed and became an active participant in the kissing. We only broke
those kisses to remove clothing that couldn't be removed without a brief
pause. When we were both naked, I put Mike in the center of the bed and
said,

"For this first time I just want you to relax and enjoy the sensations.
Promise me you'll tell me what feels good and what doesn't. I don't want
you to do anything but enjoy the experience. I love you Mike, and I want
to show you how much."

Mike nodded his head as I resumed kissing him as I pressed our bodies
together. I placed soft kisses on his neck and nibbled at his ear. He
moaned and sighed at the light kisses and pleasant feelings that were
coursing though his body. I gradually worked my way down his body with
kisses -- pausing along the way to give us both added pleasures as I
licked and sucked on his nipples. Everything I did I tried to do as
gently and tenderly as possible. I so did not want to trigger any
unpleasant memories for Mike. When I got to his crotch, I shifted
positions so I could kiss from his feet back to his already leaking and
quivering penis. Kissing Mike's thighs was like unlocking them as he
spread his legs open more to allow me access to his body. Nothing so far
had signaled that Mike wasn't thoroughly enjoying the sensations.
Occasionally he'd whisper 'yes' and 'oh God.... oh' and even more soft
grunts and moans indicating that he wasn't ready for me to stop. I licked
over his balls and sucked each into my mouth. Mike was squirming around
on the bed as I released them from my mouth to lick and kiss that tender
area below. He had a very wonderful smell... earthy and spicy. I loved
that smell. Mike was gasping for breath as I licked up and down the
length of his steely hard dick. His whole body shuddered with the
sensations. Next I placed soft butterfly kisses up and down the length of
his hard shaft, and Mike signed louder than before. I licked and kissed
at the head of his dick. Mike was now thrashing round on the bed and
moaning louder. When I took the head into my mouth, he nearly yelled out
as his hands grabbed hold of my hair. At first I thought he might be
trying to pull me off, but then felt the gentle push of his hands as he
was encouraging me to take more. I did... as much as I could. His dick
was so hot in my mouth. I could feel his heart beating as his dick
twitched with anticipation. I sucked up and down the length very slowly
at first. Each pass seemed to make Mike squirm more and pull harder at my
hair. He was definitely into this experience. He kept moaning and
babbling nonsense as I continued to give him the best I had to offer. It
didn't take long before he was doing the same. I felt his dick swell even
harder in my mouth as his whole body tensed up. His grip on my hair got
even tighter as his body was wracked with a powerful jerk that raised his
whole body off the bed just prior to his dick erupting in my mouth. I'd
never felt anyone cum as hard as Mike did. It seemed his whole body --
every nerve -- was a part of this orgasm. As he continued to blast into
my mouth, his body continued to shudder and quake. He shot a lot that
first time. I couldn't swallow fast enough to get it all, but as the
strength of the orgasm faded I lapped up what I wasn't able to get the
first time. Mike was still holding clumps of my hair as he struggled to
get control of his breathing. I raised up enough to see that he had a
smile on his face. That was all I needed to see. He's passed over one
more hurdle.

It took several minutes before Mike released his tight grip on my hair.
When he did I moved up along his body -- kissing my way back to his lips.
When I got there I kissed him deeply -- with as much passion and love as
I could put into a kiss. When we broke that kiss I whispered,

"How was that? Did you enjoy it?"

"Adam... I love you. God... I never thought it would feel like that. My
brain seemed to shut down. There were so many new feelings. I don't know
how to describe it other than to say it was absolutely the best thing
ever. I'll definitely want to do that everyday... probably all day. You
made me feel so good. Wow! Oh Adam, I really do love you."

We just held each other for a long while -- occasionally kissing and
touching each other. Mike's erection didn't subside. He was still as hard
as when we started. I suspected he was or soon would be ready for more.
I'd decided what I wanted to try next and hoped Mike would agree. Mike's
body still responded with slight tremors as I twirled my fingers in his
pubic hair or ran my fingers over his thighs and around his balls. As I
was doing that he said,

"That feels so nice... I like how you touch me... so softly and gently
and tenderly. It feels like my whole body is concentrating on the area
where you touch me. It's like little electric shocks or something... I
want to make you feel good too. Remember you said this had to be
mutual."

"Mike... it isn't that I don't want that, but I'd like to try something
you've never gotten to do before. I want you to be inside of me. I want
to have sex with you."

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't think I can do that."

"It won't hurt if you go slow and you're gentle. It won't be like it was
for you, and I know you'll really like it. I just need you to help get me
ready to take you inside of me."

"I'll try to do what you want, but if it hurts you then I don't want to
do it."

"Ok... cause I don't want you to do it if it hurts me either. Sex
doesn't have to hurt. I want to show you that more than anything. That's
why I want you to be inside me first."

With that said, I got the lube from the nightstand and told Mike what he
needed to do. He was slow and more than gentle, but when I felt I was
ready to try I positioned myself on my back so I could see his face. He
hesitated at the entrance to my body for several minutes before he put
gradual pressure against my hole. I did everything I'd ever heard of to
relax my body and prepare for his entry. Surprisingly the entry was easy
to accomplish. I had him stop to let my body adjust to him then
encouraged him to come further inside. When he was fully inside me, we
waited again as my body adapted. His dick felt huge inside me. It had
been years since anyone had been inside me like this. As we waited those
few moments Mike asked,

"Are you sure this doesn't hurt?"

"Mike it feels wonderful! I can't believe how big you feel. You're dick
is so hard and so hot. I think I can feel it twitching inside of me. I
want you to start slowly. Your body will take over once you get
started... just let it happen."

Mike pulled nearly out and slid all the way back in. I was so comfortable
with him. Nothing hurt or felt even slightly uncomfortable. He kept up
the long slow strokes as he occasionally moaned out his own pleasurable
feelings. It was great to see his face as these sensations washed over
him. Mike's eyes were the window to his soul. I could read his feelings
so clearly. His personal pleasures were wrapped in love for me, and his
eyes spoke that deep and unconditional love and trust.

Mike's body did gradually take over. His pace quickened as he watched my
face for any negative reactions. He leaned down to kiss my lips as his
dick slid in and out of me. That action of leaning into me for the kiss
brought enough friction to my dick that I wrapped my arms around his neck
to keep him close. I loved the sounds he was making... soft grunts and
moans as his passion grew. He got a little louder as he got more into the
sensations he was feeling. I found my own vocalizations matched his as
his body rubbed my engorged dick. I was getting so close... I could feel
my impending eruption as he began to pick up the pace. We were both
grunting with each stroke. I whispered in Mike's ear that I needed him to
go faster and harder. His body complied. I was tipped over the edge
without warning. I felt my body tense and my ass clamped down on his
dick. My own dick sprayed cum between us as Mike hammered away to his own
climax. His followed mine my only seconds. I hear him yell it before I
felt him erupt inside me. His whole body was shaking as he filled me. I
felt so at peace and so totally satisfied as Mike collapsed on top of me.
He was still inside me -- safe and secure. I held him in my arms as he
rode the waves of bliss that washed over him for a second time that
night.

I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear and whispered,

"Thank you for making love to me. I've never felt so complete or so
satisfied."

"Oh God... Adam... I love you so much... Is that what it's supposed to
feel like?"

"I don't think I've ever felt anything better. Did you like it?"

"Oh hell yeah... that's another thing I could do every day! Thank you,
thank you, thank you... I love you!"

"I love you too... and I'm so glad that I got to show you."

"I just want to hold you and never let you go. This feels so nice. I
never knew it could feel like this. No wonder the world is over
populated." he giggled into my neck and then proceeded to nibble on my
ear. Nothing gets me more excited faster than that. I had softened after
I shot, but Mike's nibbling had made me hard again. He said,

"It feels like you're ready for more."

"You're nibbling on my ear. That gets me excited fast. I can't help
it."

"Umm..." he said as he continued to nibble and kiss away. "You
probably shouldn't have told me that... I'm never gonna stop now."

Mike started to rub himself over my erection. When he moved I realized
that he was still hard and still lodged up my ass. We stayed that way
until Mike gradually started sliding in and out motions. This time was a
longer road to the end, but none the less sweet for the time it took to
get there. When Mike didn't go fast enough for my needs, I rolled us over
so that I was on top of him. I impaled myself on his erection as he
stroked mine. With the end in sight we both increased the pace. He was
first to come this time. Seeing his body tense up was all the added
stimulation I needed to feel the same thing happening to me. We were both
a sticky mess when his finally soft dick slipped from my ass.

We went to the bathroom to shower together. This was another first for
us. We took a lot of time washing each other and kissing each freshly
cleaned area. We exited the shower each semi hard and feeling so content.
We soon found ourselves in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge for
nourishment. Good sex really does work up an appetite. As we ate Mike
said,

"That was fun! I feel tired but so alive... tingly all over. Is that
normal?"

"God, I hope so cause I feel the same way. I want to tell the world that
I just had the best sex ever."

"I'm surprised I didn't freak out even once. I worried that I might, and
that would have ruined it for both of us. You handled it perfectly. I
still can't believe how gentle and caring you were. We aren't even yet
though,,,"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you said it was going to be mutual. I owe you oral sex once and
anal sex twice."

"Are we going to keep score?"

"Maybe at first... I just want to make sure you don't get more of the
good stuff than me." he laughed.

"It's all good to me!"

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"We've gotta hit the grocery store, but nothing else really. Why?"

"The only thing I've got is an appointment with Dr. Martin. I think we
should sleep in tomorrow... well not exactly sleep..." he said with the
sexiest look I've ever seen. Those blue-gray eyes were suddenly sparkling
with a strong hint of mischief and desire.

"You've convinced me. I'll shop while you're with Dr. Martin."

"I want you to come with me to my appointment. We can shop after that. I
might even take you out to dinner if you're really good."

"I'll do my best to be very, very good..."



and that brings me to the end of this portion of the story...



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