Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 20:04:29 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Coles-Dreams, Ch. 39

This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs,
and in some cases, experience.  There may be graphic sexual encounters at
times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.
If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading
this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - -  please stop here.
If not, - - ENJOY!



Cast of Characters:

Cole Alexander Stephanson IV -- Our hero

Jazz -- (Jack Zachary) Coles oldest brother

Diane -- Jazz's wife

Janie and Jesse -- Jazz's kids

Rod -- Coles middle brother

Suzanne -- Rod's wife

Will and Cole V -- Rod's kids

Igor  (Iggy) -- Cole's Tutoring Pupil

Cole Alexander Stephanson III -- Coles Dad

Ethyl Stephanson -- Cole's mom

Rex Remlin-- Rod's best friend

Gus Hartwin -- Cole's Boyfriend

Michelle -- Cole's old girlfriend.

Dexter -- Iggy's boyfriend

Ed -- Paramedic

Manolo -- Paramedic

Steve -- Manolo's boyfriend

Randy -- Found Boy

Curtis -- Found boy's brother

Kian Willis--      Friend in Vancouver

Nicolas Poole-- Friend in Vancouver

Howard Poole -- Nicolas's Father

Christian -- the pool guy

Boyd -- the pilot

Spike -- Cop and former classmate

The twins:

    Marcus Aurelius

    Alexander The Great

Jon -- Teacher's Aide

Gary Rose -- Nurse

Chapter 39



We stood in awe for at least five minutes.  Even Boyd and Chris.  "I
don't think I'll ever take this for granted."  Boyd said.

"Is it always green?"  I asked.

"No.  Sometimes it's red.  Sometimes it is multiple colors.  Somehow I
like the green the best though."

"It's - - stunning -- that's all I can say to describe it.  Kinda like
Oz!"  Said Gus.

"Can there be any doubt there is a God?"  I exclaimed.

At last we tore ourselves away and got into the limo that Boyd had
waiting.  He drove and Chris rode shotgun.

"Boy, some flight attendant you turned out to be!"  I ribbed Chris.

"It's never been like that!"  he defended.  "Next time, I'll be more
used to it -- I hope!"

"I guess you're okay now, huh, Ig?"

"Yah!  You know, it was on auto-pilot when Boyd went to pee!"

"I know."

"But he actually let me control it before he went."

"Cool!"

"Have you ever done that, Chris?"

"Oh yeah!"  Said Chris.

Boyd added, "I'm actually teaching him a little about landing -- in
case of emergency."

"Ohhh!  Wow!  Good plan!"  said Gus.  "Yeah, I've played with a
flight simulator before.  Take off is a piece-o-cake compared to
landing."

When we arrived at the mansion, Nick was waiting with a huge grin in the
entry.  He extended his hand.  I brushed it away and hugged him.  He
grinned even bigger.  Kian came around the corner and broke into a run.
He ran and threw his arms around me and picked me up, and twirled
around.

"So, how are you?"  He said in a deep booming voice.  What a shock that
was.

"I'm fine.  Better than in a long time!"

"So I hear.  That is so kewl!  When Nick told me that -- well, I don't
mind telling you -- I cried, I was so happy!"  He stood back and looked
at me.  "That patch looks so kewl, eh, Nick?"

"Yup.  It does.  Gus!  Great to see you too."  Both of them hugged
Gus.  "And I guess this is -- Igor?"

"Yah!  MY friends call me Iggy."  He smiled, demurely.  They bumped
hands.

"Great to meet you Ig!" Said Kian.

Iggy looked Kian up and down.  I was surprised.  I was at first shocked
at the change in his voice, but his looks kind of went past me until I
saw Iggy's sweep of all of him.  "Only those who have slept with me
call me `Ig'."  He said almost seductively.  I could tell already that
this was gonna be an interesting weekend.

Boyd and Chris came in with the luggage.  "Hey!  Your not on duty!"
Nick said.  "Take it easy!"

"We're used to it."  Boyd said.  "Where should we take them?"

"Take yours to your regular quarters. I'll show the others where theirs
go.  No wait!  Are we agreed that we all want to camp out together this
week?"

"Camp out?"  Gus asked.

"You know, sleep all in the same room.  It'll be fun.  Kinda like
camping out, but inside."  We all agreed.

"With no campfire!"  I joked.  Everyone laughed.

"That's what you think!"  He came back with.  "Marta, tell Pierre to
move four king beds into the rotunda.  We'll be sleeping there this
week.

"What about the other furniture, Master Nicolas?"  Marta asked.

"Take only enough out to make room for the beds.  Leave a few couches,
tables and chairs."

"Yessir."  She said and left quickly.

I guess one would get used to that, but even if I was paying for help,
I'd have a hard time giving orders  like that.  Nick must have read
something in my face, as he said, "She's a doll.  She is subservient up
to a point.  I mean after all, it's what we pay her for.  But she's
also like a member of the family, eh?  She lets me know if I got too
bossy!"

"I have a late supper ordered.  It should actually be here already.
Just some pizza rolls and salad stuff.  Nothing heavy."  He led us to
the informal dining room, and he was right.  It was all on the table.

After that, we went to the living room, only to give Pierre enough time
to move things around.  Before I knew it, they were waking me up.  "Hey,
Cole, time to go bed."

"Mm?"  I mused.  I opened my eye and Gus was smiling down at me.

"You fell asleep, Babe -- as soon as your butt hit that couch.  It's
been a long day."

"Mm-kay."  I said, barely audible even to myself.  He led me to the
room we were to sleep in.

I remember dreamy conversations of, "Is he okay?"  And "Yeah -- long
day.  He just got out of the hospital, you know."  And "Think he'll be
okay in the morning?"

"Do YOU think you will?"  I looked.  It was Rex.

"I -- dunno.  I thought I was fine `til I sat down."  I replied.  I'm
getting so used to these visits that it didn't even seem strange to me
that I was talking to Rex up in Canada.  It's a funny thing about
dreams.  Sometimes you know your dreaming -- and things that would
otherwise be abnormal -- you RECOGNIZE them as abnormal, but they don't
seem strange -- in the dream.

"I -- think -- that I'll sleep better if I just don't -- don't - "
I didn't want to hurt his feelings.  But before I barely knew what I was
thinking he got it and disappeared.  Or did I shut him out?  I closed my
eyes -- for of course I had two in my dream -- and at first vivid colors
danced in front of me.  But the colors got brighter and brighter until
they were not discernable as colors any more.  They were white.  Out of
the whiteness a voice whispered to me, "Cole, let him go."

I sat bolt up in bed.  "What is it Sweetie?"  Gus whispered.

"I have to let him go."  I answered.  I woke up a little more, and
realized he didn't know what I was talking about.  "Rex.  I have to let
him go."

"Oh.  Okay."  And Gus turned over and went back to sleep.

I sat there, wondering what I could do, and Rex's voice came to me.  I
covered my good eye.  All went dark.  Nope I wasn't dreaming.  "Cole,
it's okay.  I'll still be here, but -- I just have other things I need
to do.  I love you scrub!"

Great!  Now I was wide awake.  "Cole, lie down Babe."

"Sorry."  I lay down and Gus wrapped himself around me.  I felt warm
and secure.  I eventually drifted off, because I know I woke up later.
Of course I was the first to wake up.  Gus was facing the other way.  The
rotunda was octagonal, and to his right were Nick and Kian.  They were
both lying uncovered, in only their underwear.  On my left was Iggy.
Chris and Boyd were across the room from us.

Not a noise was about the whole house.  I turned and looked directly into
Iggy's eyes.  He smiled.  I felt a familiar warm sensation from last
year that felt - - good.  I smiled back, and realized.  It was love.  His
eyes closed slowly and opened again.  He dropped his arm toward me and
his finger beckoned me over.  I slipped out of bed and went to him.   Gus
turned over and looked directly at us then went back to sleep.

"Man, this brought back some feelings!"  Iggy said.

"I know!"  I said.

"I haven't told you - - I'm sorry about your eye."

"I'm kinda used to it."

"It's just too -- I dunno -- weird.  I felt so close to you last year
-- and now I feel pretty much the same -- well, not -- I mean,  anyway, I
was so close with you and something this -- this -- important in your
life -- and I didn't know about it."

"Oh!  I'm sorry, Dude!  I guess -- we get caught up in our own little
world -- I guess I should have written or called you."

"I dunno.  I was out of your life -- for the time, at least.  It was
just such a shock -- seeing you.  For you it was a matter of time.  For
me- it was like I had to grieve and get over it all at once."  Iggy
looked hurt, but I don't think it was hurt feelings as much as it was
sorrow for my suffering.  I didn't know what to say.  He went on, "Does
it hurt?  I mean -- with the patch it looks kinda cool, but looking at
you like this -- um -- does it hurt, Babe?

"Uh - "  I was stopped cold by his calling me `Babe'.  That's what
Gus calls me, but - - it's what Ig used to call me, too." "Uh, - no!
Not at all."

"Wasn't there a tumor?"

"Yeah.  Gone."

"They removed it?"  He queried.

"No.  Well, yes and no.  The neurosurgeon removed part of it.  I guess
God did the rest.  This time -- last week -- there was nothing left.  All
gone!"

"Another of those miracles, huh?  I'm so glad!"

"Another?"

"Oh yeah.  In my advanced medical history class last semester -- it was
talked about a bit.  Most doctors have encountered it.  Miraculous cures,
they call them.  No explanation -- no rational explanation, that is."

"Oh.  Heh!  As if God is irrational?"

"I guess.  It's funny.  The doctors who chose to teach -- instead of
practice -- they don't like to talk much about dis.  But the older
Doctors -- like Doctor Cunningham who taught the history class -- they
all have stories of cures that they cannot explain.  So THEY chalk it up
to God.  They seem to try to play it way down in the university."

"Ig, I have to tell you," I started.  We were lying face to face.  It
reminded me of the first time we ever slept together.  "Ig, I -- I --
feel so much -- like when we first met!  It's hard for me to lie here
and not touch you."  He took my hand.  "In any sexual way.  I want to
so much, but I can't -- you know.  I love Gus too much.  I hope you
understand."

"Oh yeah."  He said.  "What do you know about those guys over
there?"  He indicated Chris and Boyd.

"What do you wanna know?"  I asked, pretty much knowing the answer.

"Are they the ones who want a 3-some?"

"Yeah."

"Have they been with a lot of other guys?"

"I know Boyd hasn't.  I don't think Chris has.  I think they are both
pretty inexperienced.  You might have to teach them a thing or two."

"Chris is kinda cute, but Boyd!  I never thought I'd be attracted to an
older guy like that!  He's not all that -- um -- handsome, or even  -
well, THAT -- hot looking.  But there's something!"

"Yeah, I know.  There's an innocence you don't usually see in an older
guy.  And well, I don't know if I would like a scratchy face, but, that
permanent five-o'clock-shadow -- looks nice."

"Oh yeah!  I like dat!  Dex had one of those!  So you're sure dat you
and Gus don't wanna - -?"

"I'm sure.  But thanks for begging!  Ha-ha!"

"What's he begging for?"  Gus whispered.

"Do I have to explain?"

"I think I know!  You know we love you, Ig!"

"I know."  He said good naturedly.

"I love you too!"  Added Kian, laughing.

"Yeah, but from all I've learned, you too are too attached!"  He joked
-- but not really.

"I don't love you -- yet!"  Said Chris.  But -- I'd like to get the
chance!  And -- WE are NOT as attached -- as these other guys!"  Boyd
chuckled.

So - - Everyone's awake, now."  Said Nick.  "We were planning
something special for last night, but you guys got here a little too
late."

"I got us here as quick as I could!"  Boyd defended.

"Well, we'll just have to make up for lost time!"  Kian said in his
new low-and-manly voice.

"Yeah!"  Said Chris.  So tonight - "

"TONIGHT??!!"  Said Kian.  "Dang!  Do we have to eat all our food to
get dessert?  What happened to the here and now?"

He attacked Nick!  Nick pushed him away.  "Umm -- I don't know about
everyone else, but SOMEONE needs to brush his teeth!  If anyone didn't
bring a tooth brush we have extras -- new -- in the bathroom."

"Where is the nearest bathroom?"  I said.  The rotunda didn't have an
attached bath.

"Let's hit the one at the tennis courts.  It's just outside the door
and through the garden.  We're all alone here, so no need to be shy!"

He got us and headed toward one of the doors.  Kian followed, and then
went Boyd and Chris.  Nick and Kian both were had tighty-whiteys, but
Chris only had what God gave him, and Boyd had somehow gotten a sleep
short and tee on him before he got up.  I assumed he didn't sleep that
way.  All of Gus, Iggy and I had on various patterns on boxers.

We each grabbed a tooth brush and followed Nick and Kian.  We walked
through a gorgeous garden to a building adjacent to the tennis courts.
We entered the shower room.  There were towels in two stacks.  "Oh!"
Said Chris.  "Can I shower now?"

"If you want."  Said Nick.  "Plenty of soap in the dispensers.  "Good
idea, matter-of-fact."  And he pulled off his tighty-whiteys, followed
by Kian and then the rest of us.  Oh my gosh!  Boyd was rather bearish,
with  a wonderfull crop of hair on his chest, that ran more thinly past
his tummy, and spread into a thick jungle around his uncut meat. I looked
at Ig.  He grinned and licked his lips.

By the time we were in the shower, everyone was sporting his own raging
woody!  There were plenty of showers for everyone, but Nick and Kian
stopped at one of them, so, so did Gus and I.  Chris and Boyd stopped at
the one past us and when Ig went by them, Boyd reached out and grabbed
him.  "Aren't you with us?"  He laughed.

"I believe I am!"  answered Iggy in the thickest British accent he
could muster.

Boyd grabbed Iggy's hand and pulled him under the shower and gave him a
close hug.  Iggy giggled.  "Hi, Igor!  I'm Boyd!"  And with that he
grabbed Iggy's butt and pulled him closer.  Iggy looked at me and said,

"So much for lack of experience!"

"I'm really not be very experienced," said Boyd,, "But I'm eager to
learn!"

Iggy put both hands on Boyd's butt and humped him.  "I'm maybe even
more eager to show you!"  Then his eyes drifted over to Kian.  His mouth
dropped when he saw Kian's hose, that stuck at a rather downward angle,
but it was obvious that if it hung straight down, it would be past his
knees.  Both Kian and Nick laughed.  Then Iggy said, "Now I'm Anxious
to see what THEY have to show us!"  He laughed.  I suppose I can wait
til we get back to the bedroom.

"Show him what we discovered the other night, Kee!"  Said Nick.  I had
never seen Nick acting so childlike.

Kian stood facing him and Nick took Kian's dick put gobs of hair
conditioner on it, then even though Kian was standing in front of him,
Nick put it under his balls and through his legs, stuffing it up inside
him, as easily as the rest of us would do it from behind.  Iggy lost his
balance watching.  He grabbed whatever was close -- which just happened
top be 2 dicks -- to steady himself.

Then Nick started to go up and down on Kian's pole, as Kian held it in
position.  Obviously only about 6" was actually going in.  Nick said,
"You can imagine how good this feels!  It's just different than what
you saw before.  I think I like it just as much!"

Gus was lost also, and he didn't even know he was squeezing both mine
and his.  "I'm so damned hot -- and ready!"  he said.  He turned and
faced into the shower, sticking his butt out to me.  I found some hair
conditioner and lubed up really good, and stepped up to my sweetheart.
He ground down on my firmly held rod.  I couldn't help a short grunt and
then high pitched cry.

Then it was up to me.  I started to thrust slowly, while the lube and
Gus's muscles, acting together, made it more comfortable for both of
us.  I was by this time pretty close to cumming, when I heard Iggy behind
me.  I stopped and looked back.  He had gotten Boyd in front of him and
Chris at his behind, all hooked up together.  IG was explaining:  "Just
stay where you are -- both of you, and let me do the work."

He then started to rock his hips, rotating in and out of Boyd and causing
Chris to go in and out of him.  Chris's arms were up around Iggy's
waist and holding to his middrift.  Ig buried one hand in Boyd's ample
chest hair, and with the other he pumped Boyd's meat.  Boyd was
straining to hold all their weight away from the wall.

Watching that, I started up again and before I knew it I was ready to
blow.  "You ready, Babe?"  Gus said, and not waiting for an answer he
jacked himself very fast and he started to take those huge sucking
breaths just before he blows, so I let go with all I had and we came
within a second of each other.  We both let out a jungle cry and then
heard Nick and Kian doing about the same.

Then the other three started.  Both Chris and Boyd were breathing very
hard and grunting in time with Iggy's rocking thrust.  Iggy was crying,
his face plastered tightly to Boyd's back.  When they were all finished,
Iggy said, "Sorry!  It's just been so long!  And Dex -- was -- I felt
he was there for those last few moments."

"Oh Good!"  Said Boyd.  "So we didn't do anything wrong!"

"There is no wrong here!"  Nick said.  "Only more and better!"  He
laughed and so did the rest of us.

"What's gotten in to you, Nick?"  I exclaimed.  "I've never seen you
quite this - "

"When Mom and Dad are here," Kian answered, "he has to be relatively
restrained.  But when they go away - "

"-we can play!"  Nick said, grinning.  We all soaped up and washed off,
and were drying off and laughing, when one of the servants popped his
head into the shower, and said,

"Will you be ready for breakfast soon, Master Nicolas?"

"Yes, Simon.  Give us about 40 minutes."

"Yessir."  He said respectfully.  He left.

I wanted to crawl in a hole.  "I thought you said we were alone this
week?"  I exclaimed.

"Oh." He said simply.  "I guess there are different meanings for
alone.  No, the staff is always here."

"Aren't' you worried they'll talk?"

"They might -- amongst themselves.  Staff always does.  But they're
professionals.  What goes on - "

"I know," I said, " - in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

"That's right."

"What about Marta.  Does she know you are gay?"

"Are you kidding?  She knew before Mom and Dad did, I think.  It's not
a problem, Cole."

"Wow."  I couldn't help feeling that now we would be watched -- or
heard -- whatever we did.  "I'd have a hard time with that."

"Dude!  They just never talk.  If they were to tell my dad anything that
I did this weekend -- unless it was illegal -- they'd get fired!  But
it's not even an issue."

"Cool! - -  I guess."  I said. Nick and I were apart form the others a
bit.  I asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."  He looked concerned.

"It's not that serious.  I was just wondering.  In the past, you were
so concerned about -- well, you just were not so open about doing stuff
like - - like we -- did -- this morning.  It didn't seem to bother you
this morning."

"Oh," He said chuckling a little, "well, it probably has a lot to do
with Kian's transformation.  Dude, you gotta know -- I love that guy so
much it hurts!  I was always worried that he might do or say something --
that might out me.  That and my dad's paranoia -- which thanks to you,
is all but nil -- made me overly paranoid myself.  I told you that I miss
Kian's swishiness sometimes.  All we need to do is have a couple drinks
and I have that back.  But Kian is so careful.  He never drinks -- or
even begs me like he used to -- unless I am there and we plan to do it."

"Whew!"  I said.

"Yeah.  I feel a bit bad about making him be someone he isn't, but - -
it's really his choice.  It's the only way that I can operate."

When we arrived in the dining area, there was a fabulous array of food,
just as there was when all of Howard's friends and colleagues were there
-- not quite as much, but I still was afraid to ask what they did with
the leftovers.  Hopefully the staff got to eat it too.  I loaded my plate
with several kinds of fresh cut fruit, scrambled eggs with salsa, and
French toast with loads of butter and syrup.  I don't know what made me
so hungry!  (Well, I DO, but Gus only had some lochs and bagels and
orange juice!)

"Is that all you are eating?"  I asked.

"Yeah," he mumbled through his food filled mouth, "for the first
course!"

"Good!"  I laughed.  "I plan to extract more energy than that from you
today -- and tonight!"  He looked at me cross-eyed.  Everyone else
laughed.

"What're we gonna do today, Nick?"  I asked.

"Well, I thought that since this is Iggy's first trip up here, would
you mind going back to Buchart Gardens?  They are a bit different this
time of year -- not as beautiful as the last time you were here, but
still worth the time to see."

"I loved that!  I wouldn't mind it if it was exactly the same."  I
replied.  "Iggy, I hope you like flowers!"

"I don't mind `em."  He said, clearly not understanding anything of
what we were talking about.

After breakfast Nick suggested that Iggy and I change into shorts and
tees as everyone else had on.  We both had worn jeans.  I had on a polo
shirt, and he had on a button down.  We left the room and walked back to
the rotunda, where our clothes were.  We were both in socks and underwear
when Iggy said, "Cole, I - "  but he stopped.  I looked at him and
there were tears forming in his eyes.

I walked to him and asked, "What's wrong, Dude?"  I looked deeply into
his eyes.  They were shaking.

"Dude, I was almost ready to kill myself before I came to you -- guys.
Sometimes it hurts so badly."

"Are you okay - - now?"

"I just want him to be here with me - now!"  His voice broke, and the
tears started to roll down his face.

"He probably is, Ig, He - "

"No!"  he cried.  "You don't understand!  I can't see him!  I can't
touch him!"  He threw himself on me and cried into the crook of my
neck.  Of course I was sympathy crying with him.  I kissed his head.  He
tilted his head up and kissed me on the mouth.

I closed my wet eyes and kissed him back.  I felt my groin start to
twitch as we were kissing.

"Dudes!  What's taking so long?  We -- huh?"  I opened my eyes and
there was Gus standing in the door way.  Standing there, his mouth open,
looking at the two of us hugging and kissing in our underwear.  "What --
what the FUCK!"  He whirled around and stomped back to where he came
from.  I ran after him.

"GUS!  WAIT!  It's not what - "  all the other guys were standing
looking awkward.

"It's not what I think?"  Gus yelled.  "I've got eyes.  Is it not
what my eyes saw?" He was hurt -- and pissed!

Iggy ran after us, saying, "No, no!  It's my fault!  It's all my
fault.  I kissed him!"

"Well, YOU should have known better!"  he said to Iggy.  Then he turned
on me.  Both his hands were clenched into fists.  He sprang at me.  I
flinched.  He stopped short of touching me.

"TELL me you weren't kissing HIM!"  He demanded.

I looked at him, not knowing what to say.  He took a deep breath and went
into the bedroom.  I followed.  He jammed everything in his suitcase.
"Gus, please - "

"Don't - - just -- DON'T!"  he threatened.  He pushed me out of the
way as he stormed past and headed for the front door.

"What the hell are you doing, Gus!  Where are you going!"  Asked Nick.



"Those fuckers were standing in there naked, making out.  Where do you
THINK I'm going?"

"We weren't naked!"  I protested

"May as well have been!  I saw enough to know that you -- your BODY --
liked what you were doing!"

"Gus, - "

"Stay out of it, Nick!  This isn't your fight!"

"No it's not!  But it's my home, and it's obvious you have not given
either of them a chance to even explain."

"Explain?  EXPLAIN!!?  How do you explain standing there with a raging
boner, making out like a fucking fiend?"

"Ahem."  Said Boyd, quietly.  All eyes were on him.  "Maybe it would
be a good idea to get an explanation, Gus.  Before you - "  he walked
over to Gus and whispered something to him.  Gus looked from face to face
and seemed to settle down a little.

With a big sigh, Gus said, "I -- well -- okay, what - "  He looked into
my by now tear stained face.  He opened his mouth, when --

"Where did Iggy go?"  Said Chris.  We heard a thump from down the
hall.  Nick ran to the rotunda.

"Shit!"  He said.  We followed.  Nick ran to one of the chandeliers.
Iggy was dangling there with a wet towel around his neck, tied to the
chandelier.  Nick lifted Iggy's body and said, "Someone untie that!"
There was a chair next to it, so Gus ran and jumped on it, and untied the
towel.  Both Nick and Boyd caught Iggy's fall.

They laid Iggy on the floor.  "IGGY!"  Nick commanded.  He brought his
fist down hard on Iggy's chest.  Iggy took a gasping inhale.  His eyes
opened.  He saw Nick there over him, and closed his eyes.  He turned his
face away and barfed his breakfast on the floor.   By this time the staff
was there, looking on.  Nick commanded, "Get something to clean up!"

Gus ran and kneeled at Iggy's head.  "Ig - - why?"

"I don' wanna fuck you guys up!  All I want is Dex.  Dat's all!"  He
looked up with pleading eyes.

"Please don't make this our fault, Ig!  It's not!  We both love you.
But I'm just not sure I can -- get over my -- get over Cole doing that!
It's not about you.  It's about him -- us!"  He looked up at me
bitterly.

Why can't I -- grow up!  It seems like every time I get a temptation
like that -- and think I can justify it -- I go for it.  Why??

Gus picked up his suitcase and walked out the door.  I fell to the floor
beside Iggy.

Notes:  Young love!  Great ain't it!?  Comments always appreciated, to
Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love, Steve