Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2013 13:39:59 -0600
From: Trent Ryder <trent.ryder@outlook.com>
Subject: Brothers Keeper - Part Seven

You should not read this if you are underage or live where reading about
sex among males is illegal.  This is a story of two brothers and their
Puritanical father.  The younger brother uses the family situation to gain
control over his brother, and then involves others.  Gradually the news
spreads, much to Jack's discomfort.

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                         Part Seven – Zack and Perkins

By lunch period, Jack was in turmoil.  He had been willing to agree to
anything in the principal's office, just to get out. Now he knew he was
bound to Mr. Sanders, at least for one period of counseling each day.  He
wasn't sure what to tell him or how to explain anything.  He was sure he
never wanted to admit that his father intimidated him to the point where he
was afraid to stand up to him.

Plus he was afraid his deep dark secret would come out, that he masturbated
too much.  (Ah, a voice inside him asked, how much is too much?  You
wouldn't want to miss out on doing it enough, but how do you define the
stopping point?)  He didn't think he was a sex addict, but he didn't want
to look anyone in the face and have to tell them how important jacking off
was in his life.  And a whole period with Mr. Sanders would be hard for him
to avoid answering questions like that.

He always looked forward to lunch because he could eat with his friend Zack
and chat.  He still wanted to get Zack to tell him what it was Perkins had
on him, or what kind of thing he held over Zack.  But for the present he
wanted to tell Zack about his morning, Pallmerri and Bozart trying to strip
him on the bus, the driver taking them to the principal, Mr. Sanders
sitting in, and Jack now having to go to him each day for counseling.

Zack looked amazed, then broke into a grin.

"Cool!"

"What do you mean by that?  It's my life and it isn't funny."

"Well for one thing, Pallmerri and Bozart have been cruising to get their
butts beat for too long a time. The school even made them start using the
upper classmen's bathrooms instead of their own sophomore ones in their
wing.  They make trouble everywhere they go."

"Why did the school do that?  What was the bathroom problem?"  Somehow
bathrooms had begun to intrigue Jack.  He shifted slightly in his seat, to
give his crotch area more room. This could be hot.

Zack leaned in close and dropped his voice.  "Have you ever seen that fire
hose he carries between his legs?  That Italian sausage is always so greasy
and sweaty it's really obscene."  "No I haven't seen it."

"Just hope you never do.  He'd been pulling it out at the urinals and begin
to sling it around like twirling a rope, and the younger kids were
terrified of him.  He'd run at them swinging that thing.  They were scared
to death."

"Really?"

"Yep.  So they figured he wouldn't try anything with upperclassmen.  With
the younger ones they just had never seen anything like that.  Plus his
wasn't even hard, just hanging soft but long.  I mean really long."

"Is he uncut?"

"Yes, but- Hey!  Stick to the topic.  Damn, Jack, something's really
getting to you these days."

"How do you know he's uncut?"

"Did you ever see an Italian who wasn't?"

"Maybe I haven't seen that many Italians.  So you're saying you go around
looking at guys dicks?  Or maybe it's just Italian dicks?"

Jack couldn't help laughing at his own joke.  Things had been so bad today
that a laugh was the best thing that could give him relief.

Then suddenly Perkins was sitting down with them.

"What are you two giggling about like little school girls?"  He looked
across at them accusingly.

"Just something that happened on his bus" Zack explained.  "But what about
you?  Two days in a row to sit with us?  Perkins the team is looking over
here like you're turning traitor on them."

Perkins frowned.  He needed to keep Zack in his place.  "Look, man, don't
ever get that giggly in the lunchroom again.  It's like you're turning
gay."

"Well he's an authority on Italian dicks" Jack put in, and the pair of them
dissolved in giggles.

Suddenly Perkins was all business.  "I'm dead serious.  If you act that
way, people will really think you're gay.  You know you'd be dead around
here if they started believing that.  And Jack, you know you don't want me
to have to do stuff to you, right?"  With that his hand went under the
table and grabbed Jack's crotch.

Jack gasped and put his head down on the table, covering it with his arms.
He began quickly moving his legs to try and get out of Perkins' grasp.  But
those fingers had found what to hold on to, and he was making the most of
it.

"See, Jack, not wearing any underwear has a lot of fringe benefits, right?"
With that he squeezed the head, and Jack spasmed.  Perkins could tell from
the feel that he had Jack fully boned now.  He grinned in satisfaction.

"I think we ought to march Jack around the cafeteria so people can see what
he's got between his legs."

"No" Jack breathed, afraid to say anything very loud because his voice
would sound totally horned.

Zack realized the situation.  His green eyes flashed with a merry twinkle.

"Let's save it for after school, Perkins.  Could you give us a ride home to
my house?"

"What do I get out of it?"

Before Zack could think of an answer, the bell sounded ending lunch.



Fifth period was Jack's study hall, so he went to Mr. Sanders office for
his counseling session.  It was small, and the old wooden desk filled most
of it.  There were two straight chairs on the side opposite Mr. Sanders'
side.  Jack sat down.

"Let's talk about how all this happened" Mr. Sanders said.  "The first I
knew was the commotion in the boys' bathroom across the hall from my
classroom.  But it started before that, didn't it?  Didn't Mr. Johnson say
he saw you showing your penis to smaller boys?"

Jack flinched inside.  When it was said that way, yes it sounded clinical
and really dirty.

"It wasn't that way.  I knew the bus was coming but I couldn't pull my
pants up fast enough."

"So you admit you were exhibiting yourself to the smaller boys?"

"Yes, but it was just my younger brother and his best friend.  But look,
they wanted me to.  I lost a bet."

Mr. Sanders looked astonished.  "You make the kind of bets where you have
to show people your penis?"

Jack started shaking his head violently.  "No!  It's not like that.  Grady
– my little brother – he made me do it, and Matt – his best friend
– he was anxious to see my dick."

Mr. Sanders looked puzzled.  "Why was he so anxious to see that?  Was there
something wrong with it?  Was it deformed in some way?"

Jack was at a loss how to make Mr. Sanders understand.  "Guys do that sort
of thing."

"Look at each other's dicks?"

"Sometimes."

"Do they just walk up to somebody and say `Show me your dick'?"

"It's not like that."

"Well, let's move on.  Also the driver saw what you were doing.  Did you
have an erection?"

"Not at first."

"Not at first?  That means before you were through you were having an
erection.?"

Jack kept blushing.  This whole time he had been beet red, unable to get
past his embarrassment.  He nodded agreement with the question.

"Were you still erect when you got to school?"

Jack nodded.

"Can you explain why it lasted so long?"

"No, sir."

"Let me try it differently, can you suggest a reason why it lasted so long,
why you were still erect when you were caught in the boys' bathroom before
first period?"

Jack sighed.  "I...I just needed relief."

"Relief?"

"Yes, sir.  The pressure had built up so much and I just had to find an
outlet."

"So exposing yourself to younger boys and causing a scene with your
erection in the bathroom was a way of finding it?"

"No sir."

"Can you explain?"

"In the bathroom two big guys grabbed me and pulled my pants and shorts
down.  They held me and people all laughed and someone took some pictures
with their cell.  I didn't want any of that."

Mr. Sanders was silent a moment.  Then he looked down at his hands and
asked, "Would it surprise you if I said that nobody at this school has ever
behaved in that way, no one has had that kind of experience in the boys'
bathroom?"

"Maybe it did happen before but never got reported."

"Have you ever been present when it happened before, Jack?"

"No sir."

"Then don't you think maybe the real truth is different from what you're
telling me?"

"What do you mean?"  Jack was definitely puzzled.

"Don't you think you deliberately pulled down your own pants and shorts to
exhibit yourself to the other boys, and when someone took pictures you had
to think up a cover story."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"For the same reason you wanted to expose yourself to smaller children at
the bus stop.  And your exhibitionism led to temping others as well.
Little Grover Smith was seen grabbing at your crotch the next afternoon,
and then this morning those two miscreants were tempted into your web as
well.  Do you see where I'm going with this?  Do you understand why the
school can't have this continuing?"

Jack's heart fell.  Was he going to be expelled?

"Mr. Sanders, it wasn't the way you're saying.  Honest, it was nothing like
that."

There was a pause, then he asked Jack, "If I have a student who is good at
mentoring people, would you consent to let him take charge of you?  He'll
talk with you each day and help you find your way through all of this."

By this time, Jack was willing to do anything to get out of having to talk
to Mr. Sanders any more.

"Sure."  He even gave a faint smile.

Sanders left the room and came back in a few minutes.

"I have just the person for you.  Perkins, this is Jack Cooper.  I think
you met him in the bathroom the other day."

"We sure did!  Put her there, Jack" he said enthusiastically, extending his
hand and shaking Jack's vigorously as if they were at some college
fraternity rush party.  Jack still had his mouth open in disbelief.

"Close your mouth and say hello, Jack, or else put that mouth to some
better use."  Perkins was suddenly flying high now that he knew he would be
in command.

"I'll leave you two boys to talk, and get back to my class work"
Mr. Sanders said.

Once he had gone, Perkins said, "All right, let's drop your pants now so we
can really talk, ok?"

"Wait."

"No, Jack, that's all in the past now.  From here on, if I say do
something, you're expected to do it.  Or...I could go to Sanders and say
you don't belong in this school.  That'll mean conferences with your
father, and who knows what else.  But...if you want it that way, we can
just quit now."

"No!" Jack said hastily.  "Come on, Perkins."

"What did I say to do?"

"Oh."  Jack hastily dropped his trousers.

"OK, now hands behind head and you get right in front of me.  In fact
straddle my legs while we talk.  I find I enjoy conversations more that
way."

Perkins' thighs were immense, in fact all of him was – at least all that
Jack had been able to see so far – and as Jack stood there Perkins
spread his legs wide so that Jack ended up sitting in his lap, facing him
so close he could feel Perkins' breath when he talked.  Then as might have
been expected, those enormous hands reached out an took Jack's dick in
their huge fingers.

"So this is what's been giving you trouble, right?"

Jack gasped.  Perkins always had that effect when he touched him.  He knew
his dick was growing with Perkins' touch.  Those fingers knew how to play
with it in ways that Jack knew would drive him wild.

"You've got a pretty smart dick, Jack.  At lunch when I grabbed it, it knew
it was me, right through the fabric of your pants.  It jumped to life right
away.  It knew the master's touch.  I actuality think it loves me.  What do
you think, Jack?"

Jack was writhing and gasping, driven wild by the closeness of Perkins and
the ecstasy of those fingers at work.

"Come on, Jack, give me an answer.  Those gasps and all that twitching
isn't the same as a real answer."

He suddenly pulled Jack close, hugging him and physically moving him up and
down his body.

"Stay close to me, Jack.  Feel this hug?  It goes right through you,
doesn't it?"

"I'm...about...to cum" Jack groaned.

Perkins pushed him away, looking down at that throbbing dick.

"You get cum on my clothes and you'll be sucking every bit of it out and
swallowing it whole," he warned.

Jack was so close he was dancing on one foot and then the other.

"Can't help it" he kept gasping over and over as he grabbed for his jeans.
Perkins put a hand out to steady him.

"Pull them on slow.  That dick of yours seems about to explode, and the
fabric rubbing on it when you pull them up could set it off.  Take deep
breaths and calm down."

Jack was still quivering, but gradually he was able to get control.

"Step into them slow.  I'd like to rub my hand across that fine butt of
yours, but I know you'd go off like a firecracker.  So I'm restraining
myself...for now at least."

Jack shot him a wry grin.  "Thanks."

He stepped into them gingerly, zipped up and buttoned the top, and sighed.

"I wasn't sure I could make it."

"When we finish all this up, you'll have learned how to make it under all
possible circumstances."

Jack didn't know what he meant, but somehow it gave him a very contented
feeling.



He managed to get through the rest of the school day, totally boned most of
the time, but at least without any further complications.  In last period
PE he was able to change into his gym clothes and stay reasonably soft.
Well almost.  It was hanging long, and Zack giggled as he changed beside
him.

"Jack, you've sure got it bad, haven't you?"

"What?"

Zack nodded down and Jack quickly pulled his jock on and got himself
stuffed into it.  It gave him a real charge to feel the power of that thing
in his strap.  He could even tighten his muscles to make it throb a little.
He was proud of how strong it was.  It felt good.  Real good.

"We can take care of that problem when we get to my house" Zack reassured
him.

"I don't know why some people think that thing is so bad."

"Huh?"  He wasn't sure what Jack was talking about.

"Like forcing people to give up jacking off."

"What's going on?  I hadn't heard anything about that.  Is it like giving
up something for Lent?"

"Never mind.  Let's wait till we get to your house."

The rest of PE went ok until Jack got ready to shower.  Showering was
mandatory, and he didn't mind normally, but today with it hanging long, he
felt sort of embarrassed.

He was showering with the other guys, all trying to get under the
regrettably sparse number of shower heads, when someone put a hand on his
shoulder.  Turning around he saw it was Perkins' partner in mischief,
Grossman.

"How's it hanging, Cooper?"  Grossman had a nasty sort of grin, what one
could call an evil-minded grin.  Jack had come across enough of those in
school to know to beware.  Plus Grossman was standing awfully close.

"I'm doing ok" Jack replied noncommittally, moving a little bit away.  He
could tell Grossman was staring at his dick.  He hoped that wouldn't make
it start getting up.

Grossman moved closer.  "Why are you backing away from the shower spray?
Do you need me to help you with something?"

Jack was afraid he knew what that `something' was.  He could see Grossman's
hand flex, like he was getting ready to wrap it around something.  Even
that thought made Jack feel a twinge down there.

Then someone called to Grossman, and he moved away, telling Jack "Next
time, Jack, next time.  I'm counting on it."

Jack didn't even want to guess what he had in mind.



Perkins drove them to Zack's and came in with them.  Upstarts in Zack's
room, Jack realized the front window looked directly across at Perkins'
house.

"You get a good view of Perkins house."

Perkins replied "And I get a good view of Zack's That way I can keep a eye
on him."

Zack grinned.  "That's why I have to pull the curtain when I want to jack
off.  Otherwise that perv would enjoy seeing a show."

Perkins frowned.  "Oh so that's your motive, is it?  Well Jack, I'm the one
who taught Zack how to jack off.  In fact I've got a couple of pictures if
you'd like to see them."

"You promised you'd never show anybody those pictures!"  Zack was getting
excited.

"He's so cute when he gets mad" Perkins explained.

"Are you guys serious?"  Jack's world had changed so much recently he
didn't know what was fact and what was pure fantasy.

"Pure fact.  Tell him how it happened, Zack."

Zack just glared at Perkins.

"Go ahead Zack, or I'll run across the street and bring some of those
pictures back for Jack to see.  I'll bring the really dirty ones."

Zack went crimson.  Deciding it was better to retreat, he said "My folks
were away one weekend, and Perkins was sort of house sitting.  I was 12.  I
had heard about jacking off from guys at school, and I asked Perkins about
it."

"Right."  Perkins got a big grin on his face.  "You should have seen him.
He gave it a few strokes and complained nothing was happening.  I told him
he had to keep stroking it for a while.  It didn't even want to get up at
first, and then suddenly boom he had a real boner."

"My first boner.  I was really surprised.  It had gotten halfway there
sometimes at night when I was asleep, but now it looked like a stick of
butter sticking up there."

"He was so proud.  He let me take a picture of it."

"Yeah but I didn't know you were going to keep it and use it as a threat."

"Well anyway, we had some great times after that.  I'd make him jack in
front of me, and I'd give him pointers.  Naturally the pictures got better
and better the more jacking practice he had.  Sometimes we'd try a
marathon.  Remember Zack?"

"Right" he admitted ruefully.  "Those times were awful.  I never knew how
many times he'd make me keep doing it before he'd let me stop."

"But you were a good sport.  I don't remember too many times when you got
to crying.  At least not after you learned what the punishment would be if
you got to whining or crying.  I can't take that kind of stuff.  I just
couldn't allow it."

"What was the punishment?"  Jack was totally boned and dripping.

"Oh it was fun.  Zack won't admit it, but it really was a trip.  I'd stop
his marathon and make him put one finger up his butt and jiggle it while he
jacked some more.  I'd get pictures of it; some were really great.  Then
I'd make him squat up on the toilet seat, rare back and stick that finger
up his butt again while he jacked with the other hand.  Those pic are
priceless.  He'd be about to lose his balance and I'd tell him if he did
we'd have to start the whole marathon all over.  If his folks were gone for
the weekend, you can imagine how much fun we had."  He paused a moment,
lost in reverie.  "Those were the good old days, right Zack?"

Zack nodded but didn't say anything.  That made Jack a little suspicious.
Maybe they were keeping something back.

"But those days are gone now, Zack, right?"

Zack didn't answer and Perkins chuckled.

"Go ahead, Zack, tell him."

"Sometimes he calls me over and makes me do it still."

"Really?"

"Yep.  Plus he's big on making me switch hands, since he knows it breaks my
rhythm and makes it last longer.  I mean there's nothing worse that being
about to shoot your cannon and he shouts `Switch hands!' and then I lose
the buildup and have to work back up."

Perkins was doubled over in laughter.  "If you could see the look on his
face!  It's priceless!"

"But not for me it isn't."

Jack sighed.  He was so close to shooting off in his pants he could hardly
stand it.

Perkins stood up.  "Now, Jack, get out of your clothes and I want you to
tell me the real truth about what's going on with you, your brother, and
the rest of the things that are making you so horned these days."

"Can't I just tell you?  Why do I have to be undressed?"

"Because it's so much damned fun that way!  Why else would I make you do
it?"

Zack came over and pulled him up.  "You've got it easy.  He's made me jack
off in the back seat of his car while he took pictures.  He's pulled me out
of class and made me get behind the bleachers and jack off while eating a
hot dog.  He'd always film the whole thing.  He even made me call my mom
from school with some lame excuse, and jack off while I was talking to her.
You're lucky, all you have to do is strip and tell him what's going on with
you."

When Jack had stripped and Perkins had taken a picture ("For my collection"
he said with a smile) they all sat down.  Jack began slowly, telling about
his father's harsh discipline, catching him jacking off and paddling him in
front of his brother.  Finally the last time Grady had `offered' to keep
Jack from jacking, but in reality was jacking him at night.  How Matt,
Grady's best friend, was brought in on it, and how Matt had made some video
clips of playing with Jack on Saturday.  When he finished, Perkins and Zack
looked at each other.

Finally Perkins said "I can get those video clips back from Vinson.  His
big brother Dex is someone I've had dealings with before.  I can put the
fear of God in Matt."

Jack was feeling big time relief until Perkins went on and said, "Now I
want Zack to teach you how to suck dick.  It's a handy trait to have, and
may eventually help you land a big job in some tall office building
downtown."

Jack looked at him in astonishment.  "I haven't ever done that before.  I
never even wanted to."

"Well it's an acquired taste, Jack.  And Zack is going to show you how it's
done and let you practice on him.  Right, Zack?"

Zack looked down at the floor.  "If you say so."

"I expect more enthusiasm out of you, Zack.  So get out of your clothes now
and let's get started."

Although Jack was embarrassed to be so totally boned, he felt a surge of
relief to see Zack was in a similar shape.  He wondered if Perkins might be
as well.

"Zack, show Jack what a blow job feels like.  And make it a good one.  I'll
take some pictures of course."

Jack sat on the edge of Zack's bed, as he got down between his legs.  Jack
didn't know what to do with his hands.

"You can put them on his head, if you like.  That'll help guide him in.
The secret is to suck with a vengeance and use lots of tongue.  Zack, go
ahead and lick the head some.  I'll bet Jack would get a kick out of that."

Zack complied and Jack felt like this was the greatest feeling he had ever
had in his life.  But he was so near an orgasm that he was afraid for Zack
to keep it up.

"I'm afraid I'll shoot if he keeps this up.  I'm right on the edge now."

"That's all right.  The courteous thing is to warn him before you fire off.
And he'll swallow it all, which is what I'll expect you to do for him when
it's your turn."

After a moment, as Zack sucked the whole erection into his mouth and
throat, Perkins asked if he thought Zack was doing a good job.  Riding the
crest of an approaching orgasm, Jack could only grin crazily and
frantically nod his head.  Nothing had felt as good as this.

Then he cried "I'm coming!  I'm coming!" as he felt great spurts of hot
semen rocketing up through his bone and out into the waiting mouth of Zack.
Life was good!

He fell back on the bed, totally drained.  His dick still convulsed but it
had shot its wad and nothing was left to come out.  He could see some cum
was left on Zack's lips, apparently spillage from the great event.  Still
overcome, he reached out and hugged Zack, even as Zack used his fingers to
wipe the excess cum up and into his mouth.  Zack winked at him as he
finished.

When both boys had calmed down, Perkins said "Now Jack, it's your turn.  I
want you to do a good job."

They switched places.  For Jack it was an unusual experience to be between
Zack's legs, seeing that thing of his close up.  It was already hard; in
fact it had stayed hard through the blow job and now was eager for his
mouth.  Jack felt the warmth of Zack's hands on his head, caressing his
face before placing themselves on top to guide him.

At first he thought he might gag.  But Perkins coached him into kissing the
head, telling him to make love to it, before ever letting it inside his
mouth.  Somehow that relaxed Jack enough so that he could start.  From
Zack's point of view, it was far from a perfect blow job, but he knew Jack
was doing his best.

Even with a warning from Zack, when he shot his load into Jack's mouth it
overloaded him and some came out his nose.  He began coughing and spitting.
When it was over he came down slowly, but he looked a mess.  Zack went into
the bathroom, got a warm washcloth, and gingerly cleaned Jack's face.  Jack
seemed almost hypnotized by Zack's actions.

"You'll get better with practice, Jack" Perkins said.  "We'll go over it
some more when I can get with both of you.  You might want to bring a
banana to school and in our sessions there you can practice sucking on it
without leaving any teeth marks.  Now I think it's time Zack and I took you
home."

As they went to Perkins' van, Zack whispered to him, "When Perkins says you
might want to bring a banana, it means you have to.  That's his way.  It
sounds polite but watch out if you don't willingly comply."

When they were pulling up at Jack's house, Perkins asked "Would you like to
see some of the pics I have of Zack sometime?  They're really good, if I do
say so myself."

Zack gave a quiet groan.  "You promised-"

"Now Zack, Jack's your buddy.  You wouldn't want him keeping any secrets
from you, would you?  That's right, you wouldn't.  And I know he'll get a
kick out of some of them, especially the ones from that time when I made
you take pictures of yourself with my finger up your butt.  Jack they were
priceless."

Jack didn't know what to say, so he thanked them for the ride and started
to get out.  Perkins reached out and put a hand on Jack's arm.

"And don't worry about Matt Vinson's video pictures.  I'll call Dex in
Texas tonight, and you will never have to worry about them again."

As Jack walked up to his house, he took a fresh look at it.  The white
paint was turning to gray, and chipping away in places.  The house seemed
almost intimidating, and wearing out.  He shivered.



Once Perkins pulled out and was on the road, he said "Throw your clothes in
the back."

"Huh?  Perkins no, man.  Please.  You know I hate that."

"Now, Zack."

The van sat up high enough that people would only think he had his shirt
off.  But Perkins always found a solution by making him stand up when they
were near people or passing cars.  He would arch back so people would see
his face as well as his dick.  It was really degrading, but Perkins loved
it.  That's why he enjoyed making Zack do it.

"Please."

"If you're not buck naked in thirty seconds, I'm going to stop the car,
strip you naked myself, and leave you to get home the best way you can.
Plus I might even send a couple of buddies from the team to chase you with
belts all the way back."

Zack complied, then sat next to Perkins.  He reached over and took Zack's
dick in his fingers.  "It feels like it's got a little action still left."

"Aw, no Perkins, please."

"Yep.  Put on a little show for me.  Start jacking and I'll tell you when
to stand up.  And you damn sure better get it hard as a rock right away.
Remember we want people out this way to have a little thrill in their
lives.  It's not every day they get to see a real stud jock, buck naked and
jacking, in a van going down their road."

As always, Zack felt a trembling fear when he had to do this.  But he knew
there was no way out.  Grudgingly, he complied.

Perkins glared at him.  "And for god's sake, look like you're enjoying it,
got that?"




That night Matt got a frantic call from his marine brother Dex.

"Calm down, Dex.  I can't understand what you're saying."

"I'm saying take all the stuff you have on Jack Cooper, carry it to school
with you tomorrow, and find a guy named Perkins.  Give it all to him and
promise him that you have nothing else anywhere about Cooper."

"Aw Dex, why?"

"Listen, shithead.  Perkins' family is connected to a lot of big time
crime: drugs, prostitution, and illegal's.  They are the kind of people
that could leave you blind or deaf or with all your joints shattered.  You
have stumbled into something and you've made the wrong people mad.  Do you
understand me?"

"But it's so much fun."  Matt felt devastated.  Plus this all seemed so
sudden.

When Dex finished blistering him with words, Matt knew he had lost.  Not
many things scared Dex, he knew, but obviously this scared the living shit
out of him.

"Ok, Dex.  I'll do it first thing tomorrow.  But how do I find this
Perkins?"

"Ask Jack.  And for crap's sake, don't be a jerk."

Matt frowned at the phone.  Why would his brother think he would be a jerk?
The marines must be ruining his brain.

                               (End of Part 7)


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