Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 13:28:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 76

"So you two are a couple?" Harold asked, looking at me.

"Yeah," I said and then said, "I mean, yes.  We are.  It still feels
strange to say that.  That he is my lover, my partner and my friend."  I
was getting emotional again.  I felt bad that Harold didn't have what Hank
and I had.

He smiled, "Wish, I had a Hank," he said wistfully.  He paused and looked
down at his knees.

"Say, how do you prepare for anal sex?" Harold asked and blushed a bit.

Mom walked in just after that and said, "So are you boys getting to know
each other?" It was going to be a long week.

Mom spent most of the time in the same room as us so we didn't get to talk
to Harold too much.  Hank was scribbling something now and then with a pen
and pad.  When mom went out to get some water for Hank, Hank handed Harold
the paper and said, "This site has all the stuff you need to know about gay
sex and then some."

Harold looked at the paper, smiled and then whispered, "Thank you," to Hank
while shaking hands with both of his.  He seemed very pleased to have
received the information.

Harold made an excuse to leave then, but said he would be over the next
afternoon.  He kissed my mom on her cheek when he left and she patted him
on the back showing me that she was concerned about him.

When he had left, we sat in the living room talking.  "He's such a nice
boy," my mom said.

Hank nodded and said, "I think he just has a lot of questions."

"Maybe you guys should go off to the mall tomorrow when he comes over.
Then you two can spend some time with him answer all those man to man
questions he has."  She actually blushed when she said that which was so
cute.

See looked at both of us and said, "You know what I mean."  She covered her
face and laughed nervously.

She smoothed her face and then her dress.  "I am just trying to be open and
supportive of your lifestyle."  Her eyes welled up and she went on, "I want
this Christmas to be special for you two and I want to do everything right
for you boys."

Hank moved over on the couch, closer to her, took her hands and said, "Mom,
you are doing very well."

She smiled at him.  He went on, "Just remember that we aren't the guys from
queer eye for the straight guy," as he chuckled before going on.  "Kyle is
the same Kyle he was before.  And for that matter, so am I.  We aren't some
kind of stereotypical gay guy.  Kyle isn't going to prance around in a drag
queen outfit, nor is his wrist going to suddenly go limp." He smiled gently
at her.

She smiled and said, "This is your very nice way of telling me that I might
have overdone the whole bedroom bit?" Even with the smile, she had a tear
roll down her cheek.  I could tell that Hank had worked his charisma on her
and could tell her practically anything.

Hank smiled and said, "Well, yes.  I think the flag might be just a tad bit
much," with genuine gentleness.

"Well, I found the paint on sale at a garage sale, and the bedding and all
at the thrift store," she looked down at her lap, as if she was embarrassed
by her frugalness.  "Well, you know, I have to watch the pennies around
here." She smiled and wiped at her eyes.  "I just wanted it to be nice for
you.  I traded the two twin beds for the king sized bed with one of the
neighbors.  They were going to have grandkids start visiting."  She
stopped, figuring out she was rambling.

She looked at me, "So Kyle is still Kyle?" she said with sincere concern.

Hank laughed and said, "Well, he is a bit more fit, eats better, is a bit
neater in his room and attire."  He looked at me as I mouthed, 'George' to
him.  He smiled his wonderful smile and said, "Although you might find him
wandering around the house naked."

"Hank!" I nearly yelled.  He laughed and my mom laughed at me as well.

"Well, I think he could stand to loosen up a bit," she said giving me that
whole motherly look.  "I mean, I swear he used to go around with his shirts
buttoned up to the chin and never left his room unless he was fully
dressed."

I blushed to the tips of my ears.  Hank smiled and patted me on the knee
and said, "Well, he isn't that tight anymore."  Of course, Hank meant the
double meaning, but fortunately Mom didn't catch that.  I definitely wanted
to call him Asshole or George.

"Well, that's a good thing!" she said, smiling at me and then back to Hank.

"So what time do you boys get up in the morning," she blushed as she
thought about what she said.  "I mean," and Hank stopped her.

"Mom, don't worry about how you say things, we are going to know that you
are talking to us as you would talk to anyone."  He smiled, winked at me
and said, "I knew you weren't talking about Kyle's morning wood."  She
blushed, so did I and I was ready to kill Hank.  He definitely wasn't going
to get any of my morning wood in the morning.

"Okay, I know you boys have to be tired from the drive and all.  I am going
to go off to bed and you guys can go or watch TV or whatever," she really
tried not to blush.

After she left, I whispered, "Asshole!" to him.  He nearly rolled off of
the couch trying not to laugh out loud.

"It's all okay, little brother," he said.  He moved over next to me and
ruffled my hair and hugged me.  "Now she is not going to go out and get you
a Prince outfit or something."

"Asshole!" I whispered again, with conviction.

He smiled and tickled me until I loosened up and laughed.

"Come on, let's go try out this lube with the tingly affect!"  he said as
he tickled me once more.

"Asshole," I said through the laughter.

In the bedroom, the flag was gone and a landscape poster that must have
come from the guest bedroom was hanging there.  I hoped that we hadn't
offended mom with the comments.

Hank assured me that she was fine.  I stripped down getting ready for bed
and then realized I still had to go to the bathroom.  I started getting
dressed again and Hank said, "What are you doing?"

"I have to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, etc., and I can't walk down
the hall naked."

He laughed and said, "No, but you can wear your t-shirt and your boxers.
You don't have to put back on your jeans, shirt, shoes and socks."

"Assh..."

"Ah, ah, ah!" Hank admonished me.

"George!" I said as I pulled off my jeans.  I wasn't going to put my shoes
on, just my socks.

He was in his boxers and t-shirt and we walked across the hall to the
bathroom.  He closed the door behind us, moved over to the toilet, lifted
the lid and started pissing.  It sounded like Niagara Falls!  "Hank!" I
whispered and turned on the faucet on the sink to create some other noise.

He figured out what I was doing, laughed and shook off the last drops,
"What, you don't think she has ever heard a man pissing before?" he said in
a whisper in my ear, which tickled.

I moved out from his whispering and shook my head.  "You really need to
loosen up," he said moving behind me and massaging my shoulder.  I resisted
for a bit, but then began to relax into his ministrations.

We cleaned up and headed back to the bedroom.  I started to climb into bed
with my t-shirt and boxers on now that I realized where I was.  Hank said,
"No boxers in my bed," and smiled.

"This isn't your bed," I said looking at him and smiling.

"Well, technically it isn't yours either, since it isn't a twin bed with
noisy springs and spots all over the mattress," he said and nearly doubled
over with laughter.  He covered his mouth and he fell onto the bed.

I pulled my boxers and t-shirt off and put them on the night stand next to
me in case I had to get up in the middle of the night.  That made me think,
what was I going to do at the dorms if they ever had a fire alarm in the
middle of the night?  Where were my clothes? Why didn't I keep a set within
reach. for the same reason?

Hank had recovered and climbed under the covers and was reaching over to
fondle my dick.  "Hand me that lotion," he said as he played with my dick.
I fumbled in the drawer and pulled out the bottle.

He took the bottle, popped open the top and poured a bit into his hand.  He
smelled it and then said, "hmmmm ... I can't tell if it's 'I'll respect you
in the morning' or 'ravish me now'. Tell me if it tingles," he said as he
spread it liberally on my dick and balls.  He rubbed it in and I was hard
by the time he stopped and I felt the first tingle.  I had visions of Ben
Gay burning my balls and dick off, but it wasn't that bad.  "Well?" Hank
asked.

"Let's try some on you and you can tell me," I said, taking the bottle away
from him.  I poured too much in my hand and had to use both hands to rub it
into his dick, balls and all along his crack.

"You stick anything in there tonight and I'll start screaming, 'Oh, Kyle,
fuck me harder!' until not only your mother but the neighbors can hear me."
He laughed and took hold of my slippery dick, while I continued to play
with his.  "Nice and tingly.  Surely heightens the sensations," he said
mockingly.

It had been a while since we had just jerked each other off.  He pushed the
covers down and turned around.  This gave us both better access.  For a
while we just concentrated on the other guy's cock.  But as usual, there
came a point where all I could think of was the rush of orgasm.  I wanted
it. So I began to pump Hank the way I wanted to be pumped.

It was intuitive that he did the same to me.  We both began responding and
I knew we were close.  I was bucking my hips into his hand and felt the
rush approaching.  I bit my lip to keep from crying out.  I was lucid
enough to remember that I was at my mom's place.

Hank gasped as he began to spurt onto his stomach and my hand.  That pushed
all my buttons and I erupted all over myself, his hand and the bed.

After we lay there for a bit enjoying the afterglow while still playing
with our softening dicks and kissing, he said, "Make sure I thank your mom
for the present in the morning!"

"Asshole" I whispered back.  Hank reached over me, grabbed my t-shirt and
began to clean himself up with it.

I started to protest but he said, "Ah, do you want me to walk across the
hall to the bathroom like this to get some tissues?"

I lay back and let him clean me up as well.  Then we curled into a spoon
with him around me and fell asleep.  I made sure he got the wet spot!

"Good morning, boys.  Are you decent?" woke me up and I tried to figure out
what my mom was doing banging on my door at the dorm.

Hank answered, "Yes," before I could clear the fog of sleep from my brain.

The door opened and my mom came in carrying a tray and wearing an apron.  I
had never seen my mom in an apron.  I looked down and scrambled to pull the
covers up to my neck.

"Some coffee and muffins to get you started this morning."  She sat the
tray on the foot of the bed.  She stood back up and brushed her apron down.
"Was the bed comfortable?" she said and then blushed.

Hank, who was exposed down to the waist, said, "It was very comfortable."
He started to say, "And the lotio ..." but I elbowed him.  He laughed and
rubbed his side.

He pushed me then and said, "Tell your mother, 'Thank you,' Kyle.  Remember
your manners."

Mom laughed then and I was ready to club him.  "Thank you, mom," I said.

"You are welcome.  Hank you are just too polite and too cute!" I saw her
taking in his naked upper torso.  I blushed again.  Damn!  I thought I had
gotten that under control.

"You two take your time waking up, showering, or whatever.  I'll make you
some breakfast when you come out."  She tittered a bit at her last comment
and turned and closed the door.

"Oh, My, Gosh!" I said pushing the covers down to my waist.  Hank got up
and walked around to the tray.  He made a cup of coffee for us to share and
took one of the muffins.  He came back around and sat on the bed.  He set
the coffee mug on the nightstand, broke the muffin half and handed one half
to me.

"Come on, Kyle, she is really trying to be a supportive mom.  It is
apparent that she really loves you.  And that she seems to be coming out
that shell you said she was in after your father died."  He rubbed me on
the back as he saw me get emotional again.

"I don't know if we can get the color of the room changed while we are
here.  But I suggest that we offer to paint the house for her over spring
break.  We could do the inside and the outside.  I think we can save up the
money to buy the paint and stuff and do that for her. "

He gave me a wicked smile.  "I could probably get a couple of my brothers
to come over and help as well."  He snickered.  "I can't wait to tell them
about the purple room!"

I knew him well enough now, not to take that personally and to understand
he was making fun.  "I don't know that I could take your brothers at my
mom's place, yet." I laughed trying to imagine one of the brother scenes
from Thanksgiving happening in that little bathroom.

"What?" Hank asked.

I explained what I had imagined in my mind and he laughed as well.  We
drank coffee and ate the muffin and talked about my cousin, Harold.  "Seems
like he is really searching and not getting a lot of information from
anyone," Hank said.

"Yeah, maybe if we do go to the mall today, we can spend some time talking
with him."  Thinking of the mall made me think of my thoughts about getting
back at those guys from high school.  I figured they would be hanging
around the mall.  My heart raced as I thought of my plan to get back at
them.  I wondered if I would have the guts to go through with it.  I would
have to discuss it with Hank and Harold on the way over to the mall.

Hank said I could pass on the sit-ups and all this morning, but that he
would be putting me through a run, if the weather wasn't too bad in the
afternoon.  We slipped on boxers and t-shirts and headed across the hall to
the bathroom.  We did our normal morning routine encumbered by figuring out
where things were and where to put things while we did it.

Back in our room, we dressed in long sleeve t-shirts and jeans.  I pulled
on socks, but not shoes, following Hank's example.

When we got to the living room, Mom popped up with a camera and said, "I
need to get a shot of the two of you."  She smiled and held up a camera
that I hadn't seen before.

"New camera, mom?" I asked.

"Oh, well, yes.  Your uncle was getting a new one, so he gave me this
digital one.  I am still figuring it out.  I thought you might give me some
pointers while you are home."  She made motions for us to get closer
together.  Hank pulled his stomach and chest out, so I did the same and we
both smiled ridiculously as the light flashed.

"My, you certainly are getting fit!" Mom said as she looked at me from head
to toe.  I realized my t-shirt was a bit tight and form fitting.

Hank reached over and pulled up the front of my t-shirt.  "Yeah, look at
those abs!" He smiled at me.  "And he can walk on his hands.  He has
definitely gotten stronger during this last semester."

I smiled and felt the knot rise in my throat as emotions filled me.  If it
hadn't been for Hank, I wouldn't be this fit.  And my mom was definitely
pleased to see the change in me as well.

I flexed my arms and made the muscles stand out.  I guess I should be proud
of the changes in me.

"Well, that definitely isn't the same old Kyle," mom said and moved over to
kiss me on the cheek.  Then she moved over and kissed Hank on the cheek as
well.  "Thank you," she whispered into his ear.

"Mom, Kyle did all the work.  I just pushed him a bit."

"Well, thanks for giving him motivation then," she said.

She put the camera down and took us by the shoulders.  "I hope that my
breakfast will fit in with your dietary restrictions."

Hank answered for us, "I am sure it will be fine.  If it is a little heavy
or something, I will just have to have Kyle run an extra mile or two." He
laughed and ruffled my hair.

"It's not too cold to run?" she asked as she seated us at the kitchen table
and began working on breakfast.  There was a pine cone and fake pine branch
centerpiece on the table with a candle in the center.  The candle had never
been lit.

"Not if we dress right and it isn't below freezing."  I thought Hank was
going to mention something about running naked, so I punched him before he
could say anything.  "Ow! Fred, what was that for?"

Mom looked at us quizzically, but went on with her work.  "George," I
whispered to him.

Mom sat two mugs of coffee in front of us and two glasses of orange juice.
"I bought the fresh squeezed kind for you guys."

"Thank you, mom," Hank said.  Was he laying the "mom" thing on too thick?
"You are going to have to let us help you with the groceries while we are
here."

"Now don't you boys worry about anything," she said as she whipped
something in a bowl.

I looked at Hank and mouthed, "On the way back from the mall," and made a
gesture of carrying bags.

He mouthed back, "I'll check the fridge before we go."

She made us a great omelet with mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, little bits of
ham and some cheese.  She also had whole wheat toast with butter (mixed
with olive oil) and sugarless blackberry preserves.  It was the best meal
she had cooked for me in a long time.

I struggled around the food in my mouth, to say, "This is delicious!"

She beamed and said, "Don't talk with your mouth full!"

We straightened up our room after breakfast and asked mom if she needed us
to do anything around the house.  She said that she had some boxes in the
garage that she wanted moved sometime while we were home, but nothing
urgent.

Harold called and said he would go to the mall with us.  We found our way
over to my uncle's house where he was staying with his mom and dad for the
holidays.  My Uncle had moved recently and I still had trouble remembering
which street his house was on.  Äs

He was very eager to go with us and couldn't wait to get into the car to
start talking.  "I checked out that website you gave me, Hank and wow it
has all kinds of useful stuff in it.  Did you know that you can give
yourself an enema?  And that there are water based and silicone based
lubes? Do you guys use lube when you jerk off?"

Hank laughed and said, "Slow down a bit Harold.  Sounds like you are trying
to process all the information in one sitting.  Not that I mind the
questions, at least you are asking them.  And yes, we use lube."

I was not embarrassed talking about sex in front of Harold.  It seemed okay
to talk to a guy nearly our age about sex.  It was my mom that I couldn't
discuss this stuff in front of.

We diligently answered all of his questions and asked some of our own.
What was his father saying about everything?  What were others saying about
him coming out?  What about the family he was staying with?

"They all act like they are walking on egg shells or something.  Like I am
going to try it again, if they aren't all smiles and accepting."  He
smirked, "I guess that is something good that came out of the whole thing.
They sort of feel they have to be accepting."

He went on, "I really couldn't take all the people at school whispering
behind my back and looking at me all strange and stuff, so that's why I am
being home schooled now."

When he finished talking I outlined my plan if we ran into any of the guys
that used to hassle me in high school.  Harold thought it was a great plan.
Hank wanted to know if I was sure of this.

My heart raced and sweat trickled down from my armpits as I discussed it,
but I said, "Yeah, I think that it is time they got paid back.  Maybe they
will learn from it and quit doing it to other guys."

I know Hank thought I was being too unrealistic in my expectations, but
Marshall had told me to work it out and if I could do some sort of
retribution that it would be good for me.  He encouraged me to talk about
my plans and ideas for the pay back plan.  Hank insisted that Marshall
didn't mean for me to carry them out, but to work through the whole problem
by planning the whole thing.

But I would not be dissuaded.  I wanted to do this.  I had all the stuff we
needed in my backpack and Hank and Harold knew what they had to do.

Hank tried to get me talking about something else, having me tell Harold
about some of the antics we had pulled at school.  Harold really couldn't
believe that we had sold my underwear and stuff on the internet.

At the mall, we went by the food court to get a fruit smoothie.  Hank had
gotten me hooked on them and we only had them occasionally at school.  I
nearly died laughing when I saw that the guy taking our order was one of
the guys from high school that used to be in that crowd that loved to razz
me.

He looked sheepish when he saw me, like he was embarrassed to be seen
there.  I saw him take in Hank's physique and then mine.  The tight
t-shirts really made it noticeable.  He was very meek in taking our order
and making it for us.  I didn't say anything derogatory to him or anything.
I just acted like he was someone I didn't know.

As we left, I saw him on his cell phone.  We strolled around the mall
looking at some of the stores and finishing our drinks.  Just as we were
about to toss them in the trash can, I heard a sneering voice behind me:
"Well, if it isn't Kyle and his faggot friends."  Without making eye
contact, I could tell there were three guys standing there.  It was high
school all over again.

I wanted to look at Hank and make sure he wasn't reacting.  He had to play
this cool.  "Yeah, you caught me," I said looking sheepishly at the floor.

Dwain , the tallest of the three, said, "I always knew it!  If I had only
gotten you to admit it in high school, I could have been getting my share
of blow jobs!"  The others laughed along with him.  It was clear Dwain was
in charge of this crowd.  I didn't know the names of the other two but knew
them from school and being a part of the crowd that seemed to always be
planning something with me as the butt of it.

"Yeah, and I would have liked it.  I saw your dick in the locker room and
wondered what it would have tasted like."  My heart was racing and I was
sure they could hear it.

"Did you hear that guys?  This fag is hungry for my cock." He grabbed his
crotch and squeezed it.

"How about you give me one now, faggot?" He smirked.  "And your faggot
friends can watch."

"We have to go to the men's room," I said trying not to let the nervousness
show in my voice.  This was going right along with my plan.

"Come on, faggot; there is one back over there that is hardly ever used.
Come on dudes," he motioned to his entourage, "Maybe, if he's good, I'll
have him do you guys as well."

He was all swagger as he led us down a hall to a men's room that seemed
well removed from the rest of the mall.  Sure enough, the place was empty
when we got there.

"Okay, cocksucker, get on your knees and get started," he said grabbing his
crotch again.  Harold was the last one in and hopefully he had been able to
place the 'out of order' sign on the door.

Hank and Harold had moved to the corners of the bathroom.  There was a row
of 3 urinals and two stalls and across from that was a row of three sinks
with a mirror that spanned the room.

Dwain had this big smirk on his face.  The next part was crucial.  "Ah,
Dwain, yeah, I want to suck your dick, but I was wondering, can I, ah, see
you, ah, naked.  I always thought you had, ah, a really hot body.  And I
was, ah, hoping that I could see the whole thing."  I paused and looked up
sheepishly and then back down. "I told Hank about how hot you were and how
I always thought about you in high school."

The other two made "wooo hooo," sounds and Dwain, scratched his head, and
stuck his hands in his sagging jeans pockets.  "If you agree to blow my two
friends, I guess I can let you see the hot stuff!"  I knew appealing to his
manliness would get to him.  He had always been proud of his body.

He toed off his shoes and kicked them in the corner.  He pulled his shirt
and t-shirt off over his head.  He flexed his arms and showed off his back
and chest, looking at himself in the mirror.  His jeans rode way down on
his hips, showing his blue plaid boxers several inches above the top of the
jeans.  He was a lean sinewy kind of guy.  Not very much fat, but not a
great deal of muscle.  It just stood out in definition because of the lack
of fat.  He had no hair on his chest at all. and only a few wisps of light
brown hair showed in his pits.  The hair on his head was shaggy and of a
darker brown color.

He had a trail of hair that led from his navel down into his boxers.  He
made a big deal of undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his jeans, and then
unzipping them.  He played with the zipper up and down a couple of times as
if to tantalize me.

He pushed his jeans down and kicked them into the corner with his other
clothes.  That was the corner closest to where Harold was.

Dwain now stood in his boxers playing with the waistband, pulling it away
from his body and letting it snap back.  He was so into being an
exhibitionist, he was really enjoying this.  After pulling his boxers down
to either show the tops of his pubes or half of his ass, he finally pushed
them all the way down.  He kicked them off to the corner and stood with his
arms out from his side as if to say, "Voila!"

"See, I told you he was hot," I said taking in his wiry light brown pubic
bush and his dick that was hanging about 2 inches over his egg-shaped
balls.

"Here you go, faggot, now get on your knees and start sucking," he said
pumping his hips making his dick waggle about.

"Ah, Dwain, ah, could you get hard.  I want to see how big you are.  I bet
you get really big." I pleaded.

He laughed a nasty laugh.  "Yeah, you bet it's big!"  He cupped his cock
and balls in his hand and made like it was more than a handful.

He looked at his friends, shrugged his shoulders and began playing with his
dick.  That made me think that he and his friends had had circle jerks
together.  He didn't seem to be in the least fazed by getting hard in front
of them.  Nor did any of them seem to notice Harold quietly but urgently
sending a text message on his cell phone.

Soon he was stroking a six and a half or seven inch, not terribly thick
cock.  The crown of this uncut cock was flared in a helmet and a darker
shade of pink that his dick.  A thick vein ran along the top of it.  I
could tell that he was getting caught up in that "fog of lust" because he
just stood there stroking for a moment with his eyes closed.

He opened them then and moved towards me, "Okay, cocksucker, let's see how
you do." He put his hands on my shoulders to push me to the ground.  I
twisted away and said, "No, you pervert, I am not sucking your cock!"

Just then the door to the restroom opened and two security guards came
barging in.  "What's going on in here?" the large man in front shouted.

"This guy was naked in here and when I came in, he tried to make me take
his penis and ..." I trailed off.  The two guards that looked like
linebackers grabbed Dwain and spun him around and bent him over the sinks
while bring his arms back.  They snapped on cuffs while yelling, "Pervert!
We do not take kindly to guys running around naked, propositioning our
customers."

Hank and Harold were easing back to the door.  I said, "Sir, I don't want
to be mixed up in this.  Do I need to stick around?"

"No, we have this pervert dead to rights.  We don't need you for anything."
He said pervert with such emphasis that Dwain cringed and shut his eyes.  I
think he thought he was going to be hit with a night stick or something.

We backed out of the door, just as one of the guards was yelling, "Where
are your clothes, asshole?"

Harold had quietly scooped them up and put them in my backpack, along with
the "out of order" sign that he retrieved from the door.  I was laughing so
much and so hysterically that Hank had to stop and shake me a bit.  "Get a
grip, little brother.  You can't lose it now!"

He walloped me on the back and said, "You really did it!"

He held up his cell phone that had captured the whole thing minus the
sound.  It clearly showed Dwain stripping down and lewdly playing with
himself in front of his friends.  My back was to the camera, so I could not
be identified.

I knew just the site to post this to where it would get the most exposure,
so to speak.  I knew the alums would really get a good laugh out of this!

I was on a high and didn't know when I was going to come down.  Harold was
laughing as he dumped Dwain's clothes in a trash can.  He had saved out his
wallet.  I thought about all the things we could do with that, but then
told him to ditch it in the next trash can we passed.

I was jumping up and down and pumping the air with my fist and Hank was
pounding me on the back.  I couldn't wait to e-mail Marshall and tell him
all about it.  I kept seeing Dwain being dragged out of the restroom and
down the hall to the security office naked!  I wondered if we could find
security tapes of him.

Man, I was floating on cloud nine!  It was a great start to the holidays!
I had already gotten what I wanted most for Christmas!