PASSEN' THROUGH
by Hank <hank@qnet.com>

DAY TWO
The Surprise

I awoke just as the sun was beginning to peek over the hills.  The sound 
of the early morning world coming alive was new and wonderful to me.  In 
my job as a cop, I had been given the late evening shifts.  I rarely got 
an evening off to indulge myself in life's pleasures, so consequently, I 
spent my early mornings asleep alone in my bed.  This was great, waking 
up in the wild with a man by my side.  As I very gently rolled over and 
raised up on one elbow, I looked into the face of probably the only man 
to trap my interest and make me feel like I really was important.  I 
knew that this would probably be a one time thing, but I had to thank 
Harry for showing me that all my fantasies were possible.  At this 
moment, there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him.  Even in his sleep, 
he had the appearance of authority.

I decided that since I wasn't much help setting up camp the evening 
before, I could at least get breakfast.  Being on my own for the past 
couple of years, I had to learn to cook in order to survive.  Eating out 
all the time gets boring, especially by yourself, and damned expensive 
to boot.  I slipped out of the bed roll as quietly as I could so I 
wouldn't disturb Harry, slipped on my Jockeys and proceeded to start 
fixing some coffee.  It felt great to be out in the woods, nothing on 
but your briefs and feeling the cool, fresh, clean air on my body.  I 
almost got a woody from the freedom.  After coffee was going pretty 
good, I got out the bacon and eggs and commenced fixin' breakfast in 
earnest.

"Isn't it amazing how much better food smells when you're out like this?",
Harry said from behind as he reached his hand around my waist and kissed
the back of my neck.  This man must have majority shares in GE the way he
keeps charging my batteries.  As I turned around, he kissed me ever so
gently and said, "Mornings should always start with a gentle hello."

He put on his briefs and sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and 
watched me finish preparing breakfast.  He said that I would make some 
man very happy once my training was complete.  Training - complete?  The 
statement was a bit curious, but I decided to let it go for now.  I was 
sure that I would find out the meaning sooner or later.  I put the plate 
in front of Harry and he kissed me again and said thanks.

As we ate, we talked about what we wanted to do today, and decided that 
a hike around the lake and up to the waterfall would be great.  When we 
finished eating, I cleaned up the mess while Harry got dressed.  I 
wasn't sure what he would be wearing, but whatever it was, I was sure 
that it would be hot.  I was right.  He stepped out of the tent in a 
pair of work boots, skin tight shorts clear up to his crouch and a tank 
top.  His legs were ropes of muscles and his chest and arms matched.  He 
had the tan of a California surfer, but then that's where he lived.  I 
envied the asshole for all the sun and sea at his disposal, and secretly 
hoped that maybe some of it would rub off.  I quickly changed into 
shorts and hiking boots and a torn T-shirt.  I wanted to find something 
that would tease him, and figured this might do it.  When I came out of 
the tent, he looked at me with an approving eye and said that he wasn't 
sure how long I would stay in my clothes.  I didn't answer, just smiled 
and headed for the trail around the lake.

We hiked for an hour or so before we came to the waterfall with it's 
deep clear pool that was a favorite swimming hole for those of us who 
knew about it.  The rocks were great for sunning, it was rather 
secluded, so nude was the way to go.  The sun was up pretty good by now 
and the air was warm and sweet so what better way to enjoy it than in 
the raw, sunning yourself on a big rock.

As we stripped down, I couldn't take my eyes off Harry's body.  You 
would have sworn that he had taken ballet in his youth, because his 
movements were as balanced and fluid as any dancer I had ever seen.  As 
he pulled off his clothes, he was doing it in such a way that it 
reminded me of a very good stripper I had once seen back in my college 
days.  He was doing it as though he had a much bigger audience than just 
me.  When he was done, he came over to me and began to remove my clothes 
very slowly, making sure that he touched me in all the right places.  As 
he removed my torn T-shirt, he lingered at my nipples just a little.  
Swirling his index fingers around them until they stood at attention.  
When that was done, he started with my shorts ever so gently undoing the 
waist button, and pulling the zipper down.  When he had them completely 
undone, he didn't let them drop, instead, he lowered them slowly, 
feeling my thighs, knees and calves on the way down then he allowed me 
to step out of them.

Needless to say, by this time I was as rigid as any of the tall trees 
surrounding the rocks where we were.  He told me to lay down, that he 
had to go take care of something and would be right back.  As I lay 
there, all sorts of things began running through my dirty little mind.  
What was it really going to be like when I finally got his hot dick up 
my ass.  As I lay there thinking about this and almost ready to cum, I 
heard a commotion in the woods not far behind me.  As I jumped up and 
turned around, I saw Harry with a kid coming my way.  Harry had the 
kid's arms pinned behind him in such a way that the kid was nearly 
lifted off the ground.  He was kicking wildly and trying to escape from 
Harry's grasp, but wasn't having any luck.  As they approached, I could 
see that the kid had the fly of his jeans unzipped and his cock was 
hanging out in a nearly erect state and flopping in the sun.  His shirt 
was unbuttoned showing an outstanding youthful physique, smooth and 
hairless with the abs chiseled deeply into his stomach.

"Look what I found in the woods spying on us.  The little fucker was 
beating his meat while he was hiding in the woods watching us."  The kid 
protested that he hadn't seen us until Harry grabbed him from behind.  
"Oh, yeah!  Then how is it that you allowed me to sneak up on you.  You 
were so busy watching Mark here that you didn't know what the hell was 
going on until I grabbed you."  "Honest mister, I wasn't watchin' you, I 
just happened to be there and I got horny and decided to take care of 
it."

"Don't lie to me, you little cocksucker, I know a voyeur when I see one.  
I can't stand a liar.  Now that you're here, let's see if we can help 
you find out what it's all about."  Harry told me to finish taking off 
the kid's clothes and let's see what he was made of.  This had me 
excited beyond belief.  As I began to take the kid's clothes off his 
well formed young body, I could tell that he had to be at least 18, 
maybe even 20.  I could feel his heart pounding, and his dick was 
getting harder so I knew that he was enjoying the hell out of this 
experience.  As Harry held him firmly, I removed his boots and jeans and 
out popped the most gorgeous honey bun ass you have ever seen.  By this 
time, his uncut cock was really reaching for the sky with little bits of 
honeydew drops glistening in the clear sunlight.  He had to have at 
least 10 inches.  I'd never seen a cock this big on a kid before.

Harry asked "What would you do with him if he were yours?" with a broad 
grin on his face.  I asked him "Why, are you giving him to me?"  "He's 
yours for now, I want to see what sort of use you can make of him."  I 
turned to the kid who had a really strange look on his face.  His mouth 
was open and his eyes were big as saucers.  He was wriggling in Harry's 
grasp and begging to know what I was going to do.  "Shut up, you little 
shit," I said to him as I moved in.  "Harry, hold onto him tight, I 
don't want this little jewel to get away, not yet."  Harry tightened his 
hold on the kid which made him cry out arching his back, thrusting his 
nipples almost into my mouth.

I stepped back just a couple of inches and looked him in the eye.  
"What's your name kid, and how old are you?"  "My name's Brian, and I'm 
19 Sir.  Please don't hurt me!"  "I have no intention of hurting you 
unless that's what you want."  I reached out my right hand and began to 
touch his beautiful face, all peaches and cream, just like a Norse God.  
Running my fingers through his long dark blonde hair. I got a feeling of 
silk or spun gold.  It was as soft as anything I had ever touched.  I 
couldn't resist his full lips, slightly parted in anticipation, so I 
planted a lip lock on him that would have made a vacuum cleaner proud.  
I felt him go limp a little, guess he decided that this wasn't going to 
be too bad a deal after all.

Harry loosened his grip a little and Brian moved his left arm around my 
neck and started sucking back.  For a youngster, he really knew what he 
was doing.  He kiss was a long, hot, wet bit of paradise much like the 
one Harry had given me before.  Did you know that there can be as much 
stimulation from a kiss, properly given, as there can be from actual 
sex?  I don't know what this kid had been practicing on, but I wouldn't 
have minded sparring a couple rounds with him.

Harry took Brian's left arm from around my neck and pulled it around behind
his back so that his hand was on Harry's cock.  This caused Brian to moan a
little to which I said, "Hang on kid, you'll have to earn that."  I started
down his body with my tongue, licking at first one nipple and than the
other.  Moving down to his navel and then his uncut cock.  I licked the tip
just a little and Brian jumped slightly, so I licked up under the foreskin
a little more.  He started to vibrate all over like some body had just
given him an Eveready enema.  At this, I slipped his huge cock all the way
into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could.  I wanted this monster as deep
inside my throat as I could possible get it.  Damned near lost my cookies
on that one, but it really felt good.  Brian started pumping his cock down
my throat in a slow sensual motion.  Then he asked if he could please have
Harry's cock up his ass, he always wanted to have some guy fuck him as he
was fucking some other guy.  Harry looked over Brian's shoulder at me, and
I nodded my approval.  So Harry bent down and started eating out Brian's
love hole.  Brian was really grooving on this action.  He put his hands on
either side of my head and pumped into my mouth with a rotating motion that
made his fuck stick touch every sensitive part of my throat.

Harry stood up and pressed his thick cockhead between Brian's honey bun 
ass cheeks.  Brian immediately began gyrating and pressing back against 
Harry.  As the length of Harry's cock began to penetrate Brian's sacred 
place, he really began to moan.  Harry began to feel Brian up from the 
crotch to the nipples, swirling those beautiful upright nips between his 
thumbs and forefingers.  Brian laid his head back on Harry's shoulder 
and really began to make animal noises.  I started to fondle Brian's 
navel with the middle finger of my right hand as I tugged on his balls 
with my left.  More animal noises!  I could feel that Brian was getting 
close to shooting his load 'cause his nuts were really drawing up.  
Harry was beginning to make sounds like he was going to go over the top 
any second and was beginning to really lay it on to Brian's tits.  Since 
Brian seemed to love a little pain, I felt that I would start pounding 
on his stomach.  It was tight as a drum and the abs were in huge knots, 
so I let fly with my fist.  POW!  Brian groaned and locked his arms 
around Harry's butt cheeks.  WHAM!  Brian shouted "DO IT, DO IT, GOD 
DON'T STOP," KA-WHAM!!!  I laid one on his gut as hard as I could and 
VAROOM!!, all hell broke loose.

Brian started screaming "I'M CUMMIN', I'M CUMMIN', AH GOD, I'M CUMMIN', 
HARDER MAN, HARDER, FUCK MY ASS, TWIST MY TITS, DON'T STOP!!!"  At this, 
I started shooting cum all over the place and I could hear Harry going 
off like a volcano.  He was pumping so hard and deep into Brian's ass 
that he was nearly lifting Brian off the ground and giving me whip lash.  
Three bull moose could not have made half the noise we were making.  
When we were all finished unloading our balls, we crumpled to the 
ground, panting and heaving in complete exhaustion.

As we came around little by little, we decided to go for a swim and wash 
off some of the love juice we had managed to get all over ourselves.  
With a little horse play thrown in, we were ready for a second session 
soon, but Harry called a halt to this scene real quick.  "I have 
something special planned for us tonight, and I don't want anything to 
spoil it."  Reluctantly, we pulled ourselves out of the pool and lay 
down on the warm rocks to dry out.  Harry placed himself between Brian 
and myself to make sure that nothing happened.  Nothing would have.  
Harry had said no, and I figured he was the Master, so it was my 
obligation to obey him.  Besides if I ever expected to get that fucken' 
cock of his up my ass, I would do anything he said.  Harry asked Brian 
where he was from and what was he doing out here.  Was he alone?

"I'm from a little wide spot in the road you've probably never heard of
called Oconto, Nebraska, it's about 22 miles south of Broken Bow.  My
father has a farm just out of town.  When he found out that I was a fag -
SLAP - Harry hit him across the face.  "DON'T EVER LET ME HEAR YOU CALL
YOURSELF A FAG AGAIN," Harry said in a very low, sort of growling tone.
"You are a real man in every sense of the word, equal to any other man in
the universe."  "But you saw what I like to do," said Brian with tears in
his eyes as he rubbed his cheek.  "I've got news for you, kid," Harry said,
"It takes one hell of a man to make love to another man the way you just
did, so don't ever discount yourself as less of a man for it.  You're more
of a man than a lot of men I know, and don't you ever fucken' forget it,
OK?  Now go on with your story," Harry said.

"Anyway, my father had some of the other farm hands beat the shit out of 
me, said it would make a man out of me.  The ol' man had always been a 
super macho son of a bitch, always bullying me and my brother around. 
But after the beating, I decided fuck it, I'm not staying around here 
and get the shit kicked out of me everyday, do I got all my stuff and 
got ready to leave.  My father said fine, leave and don't come back, 
faggot.  He didn't want a pussy for a son and not to show my fucken' 
face in Nebraska again or else.  I didn't have the guts to tell him that 
his Forman had been fucken' me since I was 11 years old.  I hated it, 
but was to scared to say anything, until I got older and found out that 
it was really what I wanted."

"I took my old van and hit the road, doing odd jobs here and there to 
make ends meet.  I heard about this lake and waterfall from a trucker in 
Lincoln who passes through here once in a while.  He said that I might 
be able to find a job in Kansas City, so I headed this way.  I got here 
the other night, but until you guys showed up, I haven't seen a soul in 
three days.  I figured that I'd hold up here for a couple more days 
until my food runs out and then move on."

Harry asked him if he would care to join us for awhile.  He got a bright 
look on his face and said that if he wouldn't be in the way, he would 
really like that.  Harry said that he would be delighted to have him and 
turned to me and asked if I would mind having Brian along.  I said that 
I thought it would be fine.  All the while thinking to myself that this 
little shit had had Harry's cock once, he'll not get it again until I've 
had some of it!

We put our clothes on and headed for Brian's van to gather up his stuff 
and move him over to our camp.  He had managed to park within a hundred 
yards of the pool.  What was interesting was weaving in and out of the 
rocks, boulders and trees to get back down to the road.  I asked Brian 
why he had parked where he did and he said that he didn't want to be 
found.  He was right.  If he hadn't lead us to where he was camped, we 
would have never known he was there.

When we finally arrived at our camp, there was a strange pickup truck 
parked next to my Mustang.  I was ready to go in kicken' butt.  I 
figured that someone was robbing our camp.  What a surprise when we got 
out of the van.  There stood Jeff.  God, what a sight.  Wearing painted 
on jeans, a plaid flannel shirt tucked in and open to the waist and 
western boots and hat.  I had never seen him in anything but his cooks 
whites, and then only behind the kitchen window.  In full view, he as 
the answer to every fantasy I had ever had.  He was a Tom of Finland 
double for sure. He had to be at least 6'8". Long blonde hair like spun 
flax.  His shoulders were at least three feet wide, and his chest was 
fairly bustin' out of his shirt.  Everything tapered down to a waist 
that couldn't have been more than 32 inches.  Through his painted on 
jeans, I could see a basket that could easily choke a mule and his well 
muscled thighs and calves.  And that Butt!!!!  I nearly fainted.  All 
Harry did was grin his shit eatin' grin I had seen before.  "Hay, Jeff, 
glad to see you could make it," Harry said.  "Thanks, I had a hard time 
convincing my mom to let have a couple days off.  She can really be a 
slave driver sometimes."

I looked at Harry and then over at Jeff.  The surprise on my face must 
have been very obvious 'cause they both said at the same time "Yeah, we 
know each other."  As we all opened a soda and sat down, Harry began to 
explain the connection between him and Jeff.

"Jeff had been an apprentice slave of mine a couple of years ago, and we 
kept in touch after his training was complete.  When I ran into you on 
the Internet, I contacted Jeff to see if he knew you.  Sure enough he 
had seen you coming into the cafe on several occasions and staring a 
hole through him.  He was interested in you as well, but under the 
watchful eye of Delilah, his mother, there wasn't much he could do about 
it."

"Yeah," Jeff said, "my mom is really an over protective bitch.  She 
means well, but she smothers me too much.  Actually I was with Harry 
here for over two years.  I just couldn't get some of the training 
down."  He and Harry began laughing their heads off.  "He kept telling 
me that I was ready to go out into the world and be the Master of my own 
slave, and I didn't want to go out on my own just yet.  Eventually, he 
convinced me that I should leave.  I still wear the scars of your last 
lesson, ya' know!"  "They make you all the more beautiful, my friend."  
They hugged each other for a long time and said how much they missed 
each other.  Brian and I were beginning to get jealous at this buddy, 
buddy shit.  When they broke off their greeting, Harry turned to us and 
said, "This is Nomad, he is one of my best students and the nearest to 
my heart.  He is known only in our circles by this name.  Tonight, my 
friends, you will be offered a gift that few men ever receive or are 
even aware of.  Now, it is time that we had some dinner and rested a 
while.  Mark, will you help Jeff prepare a feast befitting this evenings 
activities?  Brian, will you help me prepare as well.  We need to clean 
up our surroundings and form a Sacred Circle back in the forest."

As Harry and Brian left camp, Jeff and I got started with our "feast."
When Jeff came up in his pickup, he had brought with him all the food we
would need.  We were going to have a feast of the earth, Jeff said.  All
natural things that were the gift of Mother Earth.  There were fresh
mushrooms, onions, potatoes and every kind of vegetable I had ever seen.
There was also fresh fruit and berries.  Wine had been made especially for
the occasion from berries and herbs.  This was going to be the strangest
feast I had ever attended, but with Jeff, Harry and Brian, my heart was
pounding with anticipation.

Jeff dug a pit and lined it with red hot stones he had prepared in the 
fire he had started before we arrived.  In the pit, he layered wet 
leaves, the vegetables and roots then covered them with more wet leaves, 
hot stones and earth.  With the herbs he used, it wasn't long before the 
aroma was intoxicating.  I was fascinated by the way he did everything.  
I wasn't sure what was about to happen, but I was sure anxious to get 
going on it.

I asked Jeff about what was going to happen, and he said that I'd just 
have to wait.  That the Master would show me what to do.  He said that 
he had noticed me the first time that I came into the cafe, and wanted 
to get to know me, but that his mother had always been around and wasn't 
able to do it.  He was really glad that Harry had arranged all this.  
"Harry arranged all this????" I said.  "Yeah, when he met you on the 
Internet, he immediately got in touch with me and said that he had found 
someone that he thought I would like, and would I be willing to meet 
you.  When he said who you were, what you drove and what you looked 
like, I immediately knew who you were and agreed.  I've wanted to meet 
you from the beginning."

"I always wanted to meet you to, but was too scared to approach you.  
You look like you would be the type to stomp the shit out of any guy 
that made a pass at you.  And besides, your mom was always watching me."  
"She has a knack of making guys feel uncomfortable when she thinks 
they're going to come on to me.  After seeing you several times, she 
came to me and said that you were a real sweet guy and she thought that 
you and I would be suitable.  My mom, playing cupid?, go figure.  Anyway 
when she found out that I was meeting you up here, she reluctantly gave 
me the next couple of days off.  She doesn't know anything about the 
time I spent with Harry out on the coast, and I'd just as soon keep it 
that way.  She knows I'm gay, and is OK with it to a point.  She's just 
afraid that I'll get tangled up with some dude who'll fuck me over."  
"Not likely," I said.  "You'd scare the shit out of anyone who tried.  I 
have to admit that even though I was really attracted to you when I 
first saw you, I was a bit intimidated.  Thanks to my masochistic side, 
though, I couldn't stay away from your cafe."  "I'm glad you came back," 
said Jeff kissing me deeply, "Now help me finish cleaning up this camp.  
Harry and Brian will be back soon and I want to have it ready for 
dinner."

As Harry and Brian stepped out of the woods into a small clearing, Harry 
said "This will do."  The forest surrounding them was particularly dense 
so it provided a sense of seclusion and oneness with nature.  "What are 
we going to do, Harry," Brian asked.  Harry said, "We're going to set up 
a Sacred Circle for tonight.  We will hold a special ceremony for Jeff 
and Mark that will codify their union.  They have a special kind of bond 
that very few men have, and we will make that bond special for them.  
Mark is just now finding himself, and couldn't be with a better man than 
Jeff to make the transition from someone who is searching and one who 
has found himself."

"Did you and Jeff have that kind of bond?" Brian asked with a hint of 
jealousy in his voice.  "We still do," replied Harry with a twinkle in 
his eye.  "Once this bond is made, it is rarely broken.  Time and space 
can not alter what two people have set to bond.  Many lifetimes can be 
spent spiritually responsible to each other.  The only way to separate 
two people in bond is to come together in a similar ceremony and declare 
their separation."

Brian turned away slightly and with his head down, quietly said, "That 
would be a dream come true, but nobody would ever want me, my father 
didn't even love me."  Harry took hold of Brian's shoulders and turned 
Brian toward him.  With his left hand, he tenderly touched Brian's chin 
and turned his face up to his.  As he wiped away a small tear in the 
corner of Brian's eye, he said, "Someday, little one, you will be ready 
for such a ceremony and he gathered Brian in his powerful arms and 
kissed his lips with a tenderness only a man who really loves can 
possess.  As they parted, they looked deeply into each others eyes, and 
they knew that something special was happening.  Finally Harry said that 
they had better get started on preparations or they wouldn't be ready 
for Mark and Jeff.

They laid out a circle of stones approximately twenty feet in diameter 
with a larger stone at each of the four corners of the compass.  In the 
center of the circle, Harry placed a large tree stump he found in the 
woods.  It was just about table height, and flat enough on top to 
function quite effectively for this purpose.  On this he placed a white 
cloth he took from the nap sack he had brought along.  He then placed an 
ornate silver cup, some candles, a couple colored crystals and a very 
beautiful dagger on the cloth.  He then turned to Brian and said that 
they had finished for now, and they should return to camp.  As they 
turned to leave, Brian slipped his arm around Harry's waist, looked at 
him and asked if he minded.  Harry said no, that he rather preferred it 
there.  They walked off into the woods following the trail that had 
brought them to this special place.

When they reached camp, Mark and Jeff had everything prepared.  There 
was a second tent pitched on the other side of the camp, the area was 
immaculately cleaned, the food was nearly ready and the atmosphere of 
anticipation fairly crackled in the air.  Harry said that they should 
bathe before dinner and prepare themselves for the evenings activities.  
So they stripped off and headed for the lake.

Once in the water, Harry said that they should each take turns washing 
the other, paying special attention to their manhood and asses.  Mark, 
Jeff and Brian would wash each other in turn, and then all three would 
wash Harry.  This was to be done with great respect for each other, 
Harry explained, even though they would each be sexually stimulated, 
there would be no sex involved.  As each washed the other, they were to 
say, "I wash away your cares and sorrows, my brother, for you are very 
special to me and One with the Great One who is the Father of us all.  
With this cleansing, I give you my peace, and anoint you with my love."  
When they had finished, they turned to Harry and each did his part 
washing his body with the cool, pure water of the lake saying, "We wash 
your body, Teacher, with the pure water of this lake which is the gift 
of life from the Great One.  We give to you our peace, and honor you 
with our hearts."  These words came to them as naturally as if they had 
been trained to say them.  Each looked at the other with a new sight 
that they hadn't realized before.  This was definitely going to be a 
special event.

As they raised from the lake to dry themselves, Harry instructed them 
not to put on any cloths.  Instead, they would put on white monk like 
robes that Harry had brought along for the occasion.  Harry had brought 
only three robes, so he quickly fashioned one for Brian out of a clean 
white sheet and placed on his young body.  The robes were ground length, 
open in the front except for a tie at the neck.  Even though the 
material was heavy in weight, it was soft and flowing.  As they sat down 
to eat, Harry gave a blessing.  "We come together, in unity and love to 
partake of the gifts of the earth which are given freely by the One we 
call Father.  It is through his blessing that we live and breath and 
have our being.  For these things, we are eternally grateful.  So it is, 
so we let it be.  Now eat in silence, my brothers, for the sun is nearly 
down and we must rest ourselves before tonight's ceremony."

As they ate in silence, there was a feeling of oneness in their 
gathering that made each feel as though they were truly a part of each 
other.  Each seemed to know what the other needed without having to say 
a thing.  When Brian wanted more vegetables, all he did was look up from 
his plate and Jeff handed him exactly what he wanted.  The thanks was 
said with their eyes.  When Mark wanted more wine, Harry poured it for 
him without a word being spoken.  When they had satisfied their hunger, 
they silently cleaned up the dishes and table.  Harry signaled Mark and 
Jeff to go to the second tent to rest for a while.  Brian turned to 
Harry and started to say something but Harry put the index finger of his 
right hand to Brian's lips to silence him.  He removed Brian's robe 
slowly and let it drop to the ground and Brian did the same for Harry.  
Harry then pulled Brian to him and they lay down on the King size 
sleeping bag.  Harry pulled Brian to him with his back to Harry's firm 
belly.  Brian began to move into Harry but was stopped and signaled to 
go to sleep.  Reluctantly Brian did as Harry commanded, falling into a 
warm fuzzy sleep with visions of Harry dancing in his dreams.