Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 20:10:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and
teenage boys.  If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this
type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you
are, then please DO NOT READ IT!  If you choose to read it, then - I hope
you enjoy it!

                                   The Abandoned Boy

                                        Chapter 4

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I lay there in shock.  Simon was laying in the crook of my arm, his
hardon grinding into my hip, as his hips were thrusting slowly, back and
forth.  His hand was wrapped around my hardon, and he was slowly jerking
me off.  His breathing was slow, but heavy.  Every so often, he emitted a
low moan.  I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't tell if he was awake,
and aware of what he was doing, or if possibly he was asleep, and didn't
realize.  I hoped it was the latter.  Either way, I knew I had to stop
him, or else we'd both soon be wearing globs of my cum.

I decided to just pretend to be asleep, and roll over.  Then, whether he
was awake or asleep, he wouldn't end up embarrassed.  As I was about to
roll over, Simon suddenly muttered, "mmmm, so goood Ethan..." Maybe he
was asleep afterall.  I wondered if Ethan was the same Ethan, I'd seen
coming out of the locker room those couple times.

I didn't have time to think about it any longer, as I felt my orgasm
starting to build.  I really wanted to let Simon finish me off, but it
wouldn't have been right.  So, gently, I rolled over toward him,
effectively causing him to stop, as he was pushed over onto his back.
His hand released my penis then as well.  I continued rolling, till I was
on my belly.  I heard Simon waking up then, so I pretended I was still
asleep.

"Oh Shit!" I heard him whisper, as he became fully awake.  I pretended I
was asleep yet.  I felt Simon getting up.  He tiptoed out of the room.
The bathroom door shut a moment later.

I was still really horny from all the action Simon had been giving me.
Quickly I turned over onto my back, reached down to the floor and felt
around until I found a sock.  I picked it up and shoved the blankets
down.  Then I slid the sock over my burgeoning member.  Once my cock was
in the sock, I began jacking off.  In less than a minute, I felt my
orgasm building.  I beat off faster.  About a half minute later, I
gasped, and began spewing my love juice into the sock.  I squirted over
and over into the sock, until my orgasm finally ended.  As I lay there a
moment recovering, I heard some gasps emanating from the bathroom, which
was right behind the wall behind me.  I smiled to myself, as I listened
to  Simon having his orgasm.
I wiped my dick clean with the sock, and threw it on the floor, then
turned over, and pretended to be asleep again.  Moments later I heard the
bathroom door open.  As I laid on my belly with my softening dick, which
was still oozing a bit of cum, smashed between my belly and the matress
below me, Simon very carefully crawled back into bed and snuggled up to
me again.  As he nestled up to me, his dick, which now felt soft, but
still a little larger than usual, became sandwiched between my hip and
his thigh.  The boy felt hot to me, as he lay against me.  He was
breathing rather heavily as well.  A few seconds after he was settled, I
felt a drop of moistness drip onto my hip.  I supposed it was a bit of
cum that had oozed from the tip of his dick.  I would've loved to wipe it
up with my finger and taste it, but of course I didn't.  We both lay
there breathing heavily for a while.  Eventually, Simon began snoring
softly.  He'd fallen back to sleep.  I must've fallen asleep again as
well, as the next thing I knew, I was waking up again.

I looked at the clock.  It was almost 9:00.  Simon was still plastered up
against me, sleeping peacefully.  I laid there a few minutes, until I was
fully awake.  Then, I crawled out of the bed, extricating myself from
Simon's embrace, being careful not to wake him.  He stirred a moment, but
then snuggled into the pillow and his deep, even breathing resumed.

                                 *              *              *

I got some clothes and went to the bathroom.  I shaved, brushed my teeth,
took a shit, and then jumped into the shower.  As I washed, I thought
back to earlier when Simon was humping and masturbating me.  Of course I
got hard again, so when I got around to washing my genitals, I used spent
some extra time "washing" them.  Soon right hand was sliding up and down
my rod, while my soapy left hand fondled my testicles.  It didn't take
long before I was gasping and spewing my second load of the day against
the shower wall.  When I was finished, I rinsed off, and washed the
shower wall down.  Then I got out, dried, and dressed.  Then I headed to
the kitchen to make breakfast.

                                 *             *             *

First I started a pot of coffee.  Then I began frying some bacon.  It
wasn't too long before Simon walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes
and yawning.  He was wearing my sweats again.  Simon smiled when he saw
the bacon and surreptitiously swiped a piece off the pile I'd finished
and stuck it in his mouth, as I chuckled.

"I made the bed and put the laundry in the washer.  Kinda funny, one of
your socks was really wet!  You must've stepped in something wet," he
said.

I blushed, but he didn't notice, saying he wanted to shower, but wondered
if there was anything else he could do to help first.  I smiled and told
him to go shower.  As he was leaving, I asked him how he liked his eggs
and what he liked to drink in the morning.  He said he'd take his eggs
anyway I made them, and he'd drink anything but coffee.  I chuckled as he
wandered off.

Simon reappeared in the kitchen a while later.  He was wearing his own
jeans and T-shirt now.  We sat down then and ate our breakfast.  Simon
ate well, really enjoying his bacon & eggs.  After we picked up the
dishes and put them in the dishwasher, I suggested we go  shopping.

First we went to some clothing stores.  I bought Simon all kinds of new
clothing.  He had virtually a new wardrobe when we were done.  Next we
went to a drug store and Simon picked up a deoderant stick, some Bic
razors for the couple facial hairs he needed to shave off  every few
days, and a few other supplies he needed.  He snickered as I put a tube
of preparation H on the counter as well.  I told him we'd discuss that
later.  He looked at me quizzically, but I changed the subject.  Next, we
got him a bunch of school supplies.  Then, I wanted to go into the book
store.  I was pleased when I saw Simon looking longingly through the
sci-fi books.  I told him to pick out a few.  He looked guilty when he
arrived at the check-out with 9 books.  He was going to go put some back,
but I laughed and made him put them all on the check-out counter.  We
went into an Entertainment store next.  I bought Simon TV/VCR and a
stereo for his room, a walkman CD player, and some CDs.

By then it was lunchtime.  We in the food court.  Simon had 3 burgers, 2
orders of fries, and a shake.  I loved how well the boy was eating, and
hoped it would put a little meat on his bones.

As we ate, we discussed how he wanted to decorate his room.  I told him
he needed to decide on a color for the walls, but that the ceiling had to
stay white, as it was that textured stuff they'd used throughout the
apartment.  Simon thought blue would be nice.

We left the mall and went to a paint store.  Simon picked out the blue he
wanted and we bought a gallon.  Then we went to a furniture store.  I
told Simon he could have a full-size bed, but anything bigger wouldn't
fit in the room.  He chose a bed with a wooden headboard with cubby holes
in it.  We found a matching dresser and night stand too.  Then I started
looking at computer hutches.  Simon asked why, and I told him he needed
one for a computer, and that it would have to double as a desk as well.
Simon looked at me with huge eyes.

"You're getting me a computer?" he asked, blinking.

I grinned and said, "you need one for your school work!"

He just gawked at me.  Then his eyes watered a little and he said "Greg,
you're spending way too much money on me!  Please stop already!"

I smiled and said, "I can afford it, and this is all stuff you need, so
don't worry about it."

Simon continued looking at me, then he put his arms around me and hugged
me.  "Thank you so much Greg," he said, "I don't deserve all this!"

I hugged him and said, "Yeah Simon, you do.  Now let's get finished and
go home so we can start working on your room!"

We checked out and set up delivery of the furniture for Tuesday.  We left
there and stopped quickly at a drapery shop.  I had Simon pick out a set
of drapes and a comforter.  I also got him sheets, pillowcases, and
pillows.

Our final stop was the grocery store, where we loaded up a cart full of
groceries.

                             *               *               *

Finally, we headed back to the apartment.  As we were turning into the
complex, I noticed Ethan, the senior I'd seen in the locker room with
Simon a few times, sitting on the bleachers by the baseball field.

"Hey, there's your friend," I said.

Simon looked at the bleachers.  As he did, Ethan looked toward us.  He
gave us a puzzled look.

"He's not my friend," Simon said, nervously, "I recognize him from school
though."

I looked at Simon.  He was staring straight at the road.  His face looked
a little red.

"Oh," I said, "I thought you two hung out together at school."

"No," Simon said.  Then he changed the subject, as I drove into the
complex.

It took several trips back and forth to the car, before we got everything
inside.  As I was straightening the car out afterward, I gave Simon the
key to the mailbox and asked him to go get the mail.  The mailboxes are
all together near the entrance to the complex.  When I'd  finished up in
the car, I looked over at the mailboxes.  I was surprised to see Ethan
standing there talking to Simon.  Simon glanced toward me, blushed
deeply, and got an extremely guilty look on his face.  He turned to Ethan
and said something.  Ethan looked up at me, then said something to Simon,
and turned around and walked off.  Simon was looking at the ground, as he
walked toward me.

When he reached me, I said to him, "Last night I asked you to promise me
that you'd never run away from me if we had a problem.  You agreed.
Well, I'm going to ask you to promise something else now."

Simon didn't look up, but mumbled, "What?"

I put a hand under Simon's chins lifted his face up so he was looking at
me.  He looked miserable.

"Simon," I said, "I want you to promise me that you'll never lie to me!
But, don't promise me that, unless you really intend to keep your
promise.  OK?"

Simon's eyes watered, as he looked at me.

"I'm sorry I lied to you about Ethan," he said.

"It's OK.  Thanks for the apology.  We'll talk about Ethan later," I
said.  "Right now I just want you to promise me you'll never lie to me
again.  But only if you really mean it.  Can you do that?"

Simon was quiet for a moment, but then softly he said "I promise."

I grinned and said, "OK then.  And I promise if you're always truthful
with me, I won't come down on you so hard, even if you do something
wrong.  Now, let's go work on your room!"

I draped my arm over Simon's shoulder.  He looked up at me and smiled,
and we walked back to the apartment.

                           *              *              *

We spent the rest of the day emptying, cleaning, and painting Simon's new
room.  It was 7:00 when we finally finished.  Aside from one small paint
fight we'd gotten into, we'd done a pretty neat job too.

At the grocery store, we'd picked up some steaks for supper.  Since it
had gotten nice out again, I decided to grill them out on the deck.
Before I grilled though, I made a big pan of brown & wild rice, and a
tossed salad, while Simon set the table.  Then I grabbed a bottle of beer
and the steaks, and headed for the deck.  Simon came with me.

When the steaks were done, we went in to eat.  I asked Simon what he
wanted to drink.   Shyly he asked if he could have a beer.  I thought a
minute, then said, "OK, but only one, and you're only ever to drink
anything alcoholic if we're here at home together, and only if you ask me
first.  Understood?"

Simon grinned and agreed, then went and got two beers out of the
refrigerator, one for himself, and another for me.  We put all the food
on the table, then sat down and feasted.

                             *             *             *

After we'd finished eating and picking up, we decided to watch a movie.
It might have been good, but neither of us knew, as we both fell asleep.
I woke up toward the end of it, turned off the TV, and nudged Simon
awake.

Groggily he got up and followed me down the hall.  I went into the
bathroom and started brushing my teeth.  I was surprised when Simon ran
in behind me, ripped his jeans down and sat down on the toilet.

"Sorry!" he gasped, as his face contorted a bit and he turned red.  A few
seconds later, as I heard a plop in the water, he relaxed, smiled
sheepishly and said, "I had to go bad!"

He proceeded to wipe himself then, while I continued brushing my teeth.

"Man, I feel better," he said, as he stood up and flushed, "I really had
to go."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a massive piece of shit swirling
around in the toilet.

"It's all the food you've been eating," I said, snickering, after I'd
rinsed.

Simon looked guilty then.

I chuckled and said, "I'm just picking on you.  You're supposed to be
eating as much as you do.  So keep it up!  I like to see you eat!  Now
brush your teeth."

Simon smiled then, and began brushing his teeth.  Since he'd felt free to
take a crap in front of me, I guessed I could pee in front of him, so I
stepped over to the toilet and peed.  I noticed Simon glanced down at my
dick as I did.  I also noticed a bulge start to rise in his crotch,
especially as I massaged the last drops of pee out of my hose.  I found
this intriguing.  This, along with what had happened in bed that morning,
left me wondering about Simon's orientation.

"Uh, Greg, where do you want me to sleep?" Simon asked, after he'd
finished.

"You're sleeping in my bed till your new one arrives," I said, "I'll
sleep on the couch."

"No!  It's your bed!  There's room for two.  Can't we share it again?"
Simon said, "Unless you don't like being that close to me."

"It's not that Simon," I said.

He looked at me questioningly, while I contemplated whether I should tell
him I was gay or not.  Finally, I decided that if I expected him to be
open and honest with me, I had to be with him too.

"Simon, there's something I haven't told you about myself, that I need to
tell you," I said.  "I expect you won't want to be sleeping with me once
you know, but that's OK.  Guys your age don't usually sleep with other
guys much anymore anyway.  I just hope you won't let what I'm about to
tell you change your mind about living with me.  I wasn't trying to hide
this from you, it just hasn't come up yet, but you need to know.  I'm gay
Simon."

Simon just stared at me, obviously surprised, while I watched him, scared
about what his reaction might be.

Finally, he said, "Really?  You're gay?"

"Yeah," I said, "by the way, I'd like to ask you not tell anyone, OK?"

"Well, what do you know?" he said, "that makes two of us.  I am too.
And, no problem I won't tell anyone."

I looked at Simon a minute, somewhat surprised.  Even though I'd wondered
about his orientation, after what he'd done in bed that morning, and the
way he looked at my dick whenever he got the chance to, I hadn't really
expected him to admit it, even if he was gay.  At least not yet.

"You are too?" I asked.

Simon grinned and said, "yup."  Then he chuckled and said, "This is
great!  So, I guess there's no problem for us to sleep together then!"

I looked at Simon a minute, then said, "Well, I don't really think it's
proper for an adult and a teenager to sleep together Simon, especially if
they're gay, unless they're closely related, like father and son."

"Well, you're supposed to be my father now aren't you?," Simon said,
looking at me.

I laughed and said, "hmm, I suppose so.  But we really don't know each
other that well yet Simon."

Simon looked at me with a hurt look.

"Simon!  It's not that I don't care about you or anything like that,
don't be hurt," I said.

"Well, what is it then?" he asked, still looking upset.

"I don't know, it just doesn't seem quite right," I said.

"Well I see no problem with it.  Besides, we have a reason to.  It's the
only place to sleep that we have right now.  And only the two of us will
know we're sharing your bed anyway.  Please!  It would be like a
sleep-over!" Simon said, as a last ditch effort.

He smiled hopefully, making puppy-dog eyes at me, as I stood debating
with myself about it.  Finally, I said, "Oh alright!  I suppose it's no
big deal.  Besides, it's only a couple more nights, come on!"

Simon grinned then and headed for my bedroom.  When we got there, he
stripped completely, and dove under the covers.  I took off my T-shirt
and jeans, and was going to crawl into bed with my briefs on, but Simon
stopped me.

"Hey, you slept naked last night, and I know that's how you prefer to
sleep.  So get naked, or you'll make me feel guilty," he said.

I stood there hesitating, wondering if Simon had an ulterior motive for
wanting me to sleep naked with him.

"Besides, I'm naked, so you should be too," he added.

"Well, that's actually more of a reason I shouldn't be, but you're right,
naked is a lot more comfortable.  What the hell," I muttered finally, and
pulled off my briefs, then climbed into bed next to Simon, who grinned at
me.

"So, what should we talk about?" Simon asked, as I turned off the light.

                        *                *                  *

I chuckled and said, "Well, I told you we'd get back to it later.  How
about you tell me why you didn't tell me the truth about Ethan?"

Simon didn't say anything.

"I'm gonna wanta know about him sooner or later," I said, "and I'd prefer
sooner Simon!"

"Can't it wait, please?" Simon asked.

"OK, but sometime tomorrow, let's talk about it, alright?" I said.

"OK," he muttered.

There was a few minutes silence, then Simon piped up, "Hey Greg, how come
you bought that tube of Preparation H?

"Well," I said, "I don't want to embarrass you, but it's for you."

"ME?" he asked incredulously.

I said, "Yeah, see, uh - yesterday when you bent over to pick up your
laundry in the bathroom, well, because you're so skinny, your asshole
showed.  I noticed that it looked puffy and irritated.  So, I thought
maybe you might need it for that.  It'll make it feel better if it hurts
or itches."

Simon was quiet then.

"You OK?  I mean, I'm not trying to make fun of you, I'm just trying to
help," I said.

"I know," he said, finally.

"OK then, can you tell me how your hole got so irritated and swollen?" I
asked.

"I-I'd really rather not talk about it," Simon said.  I could tell he was
upset and embarrassed.

"Simon, you can talk to me about anything, no matter how embarrassing you
might think it is.  I just want to be able to help you if you need it," I
said.

"I know," Simon said quietly.

I hesitated, then said, "Simon, I gotta ask you a question.  And again,
I'm not trying to pick on you, I just want to help.  I know now that
you're gay.  Have you been having sex Simon?  Have you been letting
someone, Ethan maybe, stick their dick up your butt?"

I got worried when Simon didn't answer.

"Simon," I prodded, "has someone forced themself on you?  Were you
raped?"

Simon was silent for a moment, but then I heard him snuffling a little.
My heart started to break, as I dreaded the answer I knew he'd eventually
give me.

"Simon, I just want to help you!  Whatever your answer is, it's OK, it
won't change my opinion of you," I said.

Simon started to cry.  "Yes it will!" he cried, "You'll be sorry you ever
took me!  You'll be sorry you ever spent any money at all on me!"

"No Simon, you're wrong about that!  I just want to help you!  Please!
Tell me what's wrong!" I said.

"Fine!  Just remember you asked!" he said, crossly.  Then, sniffling he
said, "I was hungry.  I had no food or money.  So I had to do whatever I
could, so that I didn't starve to death!  I started stealing food from
people.  You know that, because you caught me stealing your food once!
You were nice though and always left some for me after that.  That was
good, but it wasn't really enough.  Especially on weekends.  Well, one
Saturday night I got caught stealing a banana at a store.  I thought the
guy was going to call the police and that I'd get taken home, so I begged
him not to do that, and promised him I'd do anything he wanted.  When he
heard that, he decided to 'use' me!  He took me into a back room and made
me suck his dick.  Then he made me pull my pants down and lean over his
desk.  He shoved his cock up my ass then and fucked me!  He fucked me
really hard and he didn't use any lube, except for my saliva!  Fucking
God!  It hurt so bad!"

Simon broke down sobbing then, as I laid there next to him, absolutely
stunned.  I reached over to take him in my arms, but he suddenly
continued.

"When he was through with me he told me to get out.  He threw the banana
at me.  I picked it up and ran.  Well, the next day, I was hungry again,
and I didn't know what to do.  I went back to the store, hoping that
Sunday was his day off.  It wasn't.  He walked up behind me and told me
to go to the back room with him again.  I was scared and didn't know what
to do, so I followed him.  When we got there, he fucked me again.  When
he was done, he handed me a package of Oreos and shoved me out the back
door.  He told me to come back the next day if I wanted more.  Well, I
was hungry the next day, and the next and the next..." Simon's voice
trailed off, as he began weeping again.

I tried to reach for Simon again, but he pulled away from me and said,
"NO!  You wanted to hear this!  Well, it get's worse!  After a while, I
realized maybe he wasn't the only guy who'd be interested in my body in
exchange for food or money.  So I started looking for guys who might want
to 'use' me.  I found a few.  One at a restaurant, another at a drug
store.  I also found a few guys at school who pay me if I gave them blow
jobs.  You wanted to know about Ethan.  Well he's one of my best
customers!  He's always been nice to me though.  He's the only one who's
been nice.  So there!  Now you know the whole truth about me!  I'm a
fucking whore!  A prostitute!  I sell my body to anyone who'll pay me to
'use' it!"

Simon leaped out of bed and ran sobbing to the bathroom.  I jumped up and
followed him, but he had locked himself in.  I heard him crying, and I
pleaded with him to open the door and let me in.  He wouldn't.  Finally,
I started talking through the door to him.  I told him that I understood,
and that it was OK.  That I still loved him, and wanted to help him.  I
talked to him for a good fifteen minutes telling him things like that.

Finally, he opened the bathroom door, and stepped out.  He looked at me
with sad eyes.

"You've been so nice to me, and you've never asked for anything in
return.  And all I am is a liar, a whore, and a pain in your ass.  It
isn't fair to you.  I can't apologize enough for lying to you and letting
you think I was something I'm not.  And for letting you spend so much
money on me today.  There's nothing I can offer you to make up for it,
other than myself.  When it comes down to it, you're the only guy who
deserves to 'have' me.  You're the only one I really want to be with
too.  Greg, you can 'have' me, right now, and I'll do anything you want!
After, if you want me to leave, I will.  I'm just so sorry for all the
trouble I've caused you," he said.  Then with a glimmer of hope in his
eyes, he said, "Or, maybe if you like what I do for you, and you want me
to, I can stay, and you can 'have' me anytime you want, anyway you want."

I was horrified.  I never expected him to say anything like that.  As I
stood with my mouth hanging open, staring incredulously at Simon, he
suddenly reached out and took my penis in his hand and began massaging
it.

I flinched and pushed his hand away from me.  "Simon!  NO!"  I shouted.

Simon's face was a mixture of confusion, fear, and pain.  Tears started
to run down his cheeks.

"You don't want me at all then?" he asked pitifully.

"Simon, Oh my God, of course I want you!  But not like that!  Don't get
me wrong, you're a wonderful guy, you have a nice body, and any guy would
be lucky to 'be' with you.  But Simon, the only way I want you, is as my
foster son!" I said.

Even though we were both naked, I reached out and pulled him to me.  I
wrapped my arms around him and held him, as he started trembling.

"Simon, I care about you.  I care a lot.  And my feelings are
unconditional.  I'm here for you now, and I promise I always will be.
You don't have to ever leave here, and you don't ever have to feel like
you have to pay me back for anything I give you or do for you!  You
especially don't have to offer me your body in payment!  All I want from
you is for you to try your best to be happy, and to do it in a way that's
safe and healthy.  Of course, I hope you'll cooperate if I ask you to do
something, and I hope maybe you'll help me out a little around the
house.  I also hope you'll do your best at school too.  But that's all.
You don't have to offer me, or anyone else, your body ever again.  Not
until you choose to do so because you're in love with the person.  From
now on, I'll always be here to provide for you, and to protect you!  And
Simon, regardless of what you've had to do in the past in order to
survive, or anything you've told me, said, or done this evening, I still
care about you and respect you!  I really do!" I said.

By the time I'd finished speaking, Simon was weeping openly in my arms.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, as sobs wracked his
thin frame, while I stood holding him.  Eventually, he calmed down and
relaxed a little.  I pushed him away from me a little.

"So, do you understand how I feel now?" I asked.

He nodded, smiling at me through his remaining tears.

"Good!" I said, smiling down at him, "Now, c'mon."

Taking his hand, I pulled him back to the bedroom and put him in bed.
After I crawled in next to him, and turned out the light, I said "C'mon,
snuggle over."

Simon turned to me and said, "but, I still don't really understand why
you would want me, especially after everything I just told you."

"I want you with me because I care about you.  I can't explain it Simon.
All I know is I care a lot about you, and I want you to be here with me.
Besides, the things you did to survive aren't something you would have
done, unless you had to.  It's not the way you'd choose to live your
life.  Now that you're living with me, the real you can come out.  It's
the real you who I know and care about.  Not the desperate homeless boy
you were."  I said.

Simon began weeping again.  He turned onto his side, facing me, and
snuggled up to me, letting me wrap my arms around him.  He cried for a
couple minutes, his tears dampening my chest hairs.  Finally, after he
calmed down he said quietly, "So you really still want me?  cause you
made me promise not to lie to you, so I don't want you to lie either."

"I never lie Simon, and I'm not about to start.  I really do want you!" I
said.

Simon sniffed a couple times then he said "I love you so much Greg!  I
promise I'll never do anything like that again, and I'll never lie, and
as long as you want me, I'll never leave you!"

"I love you too Simon, and those promises are all I ever want from you!"
I said, giving him a little squeeze.

Simon nuzzled in a little closer to me, and yawned.  "G'night Greg," he
said.

"G'night Simon," I replied.

A couple minutes later, Simon's slow rhythmic breathing told me he'd
drifted off to sleep.  I didn't fall asleep for quite a while, as I laid
there thinking about all the things Simon had told me.  I realized of
course that I'd have to do something about Simon's old "customers", but I
also realized that I'd have to take Simon to a doctor and have him
checked for any sexually transmitted diseases.  The thought that he
might've contracted something because of the sexual encounters he'd had
terrified me.

Eventually, troubled as I was, I too fell asleep, with Simon still
sleeping, nestled peacefully in my arms...

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The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.