Date: 02 Aug 99 11:55:15
From: rimshot@planetaccess.com
Subject: Daniel and JD part6

Daniel and JD Part 6 / Tyler

I have taken the liberty of jumping a few years a head with Daniel and JD,
and skipped establishing their careers over much.  The usual characters
will turn up, but I wanted to try some ideas.  Feel free to send your
messages to rimshot@planetaccess.com I have really enjoyed the emails, and
try to answer them all.

Thanks,  Dan

		       Daniel and JD part 6 / Tyler

	The New Mexico heat on the first of July was crushing.  JD stepped
into the trailer the company provided for he and Daniel to use and kicked
his sandals off irritably.  He reached up and turned the A/C unit on high
then peeled off the swimming suit he had just been shot in.  It was an
almost nonexistent thong made of some ultra stretchy neon yellow nylon, and
JD hated it.  He didn't like any garment that road up his ass, especially
those that were designed to, no matter how sexy they were supposed to be.

	His cut and muscular twenty three year old body was covered in
thick oil and some make up, and with a grunt of disgust, he climbed into
the shower, only to find that the coldest water he could get was luke warm.
He scrubbed until he was red to get the oil off, peeling it at times like
rubber cement.  It to twice as long to get it off the shower floor as it
had to shower.

	JD moved back into the living area and aimed all the A/C vents at
the queen bed, the only saving grace the trailer had, and threw him self on
it, luxuriating in the icy air.  He could feel the beginnings of sunburn on
his shoulders, and even on his ass cheeks, which really pissed him off.
Thank god the shoot was over tonight after the night session.

	He and Daniel were headed home after being away nine months this
time.  They had never guessed that a career in modeling meant life on the
road, and made every effort to get home as often as possible.  This time
was different.  JD's dad had found them a condo that fit what they had been
hoping for, and with the money they had saved, and the money Daniel's dad
had invested for them, they had more than enough to by it.  They would have
roots and a home to go back to that was theirs and theirs alone.

	JD drifted off for nearly an hour, thinking thoughts of home and a
new house.  About three in the afternoon, the trailer door opened and a
young man came in carrying the clothes for the night shoot.  He was about
5'9" tall, sandy brown hair, and thin, dressed in sandals and a battered
pair of khaki shorts.  He was very tan from the New Mexico sun, and wore
Oakley sunglasses.  He started to put the clothes in the closet and turned,
noticing JD naked on the bed for the first time.  His jaw dropped.

	"Oh, shit!  I'm sorry!"  The boy stammered, backing into the fridge
and sink counter.  "I didn't know you were back, Mr. Cammus."  He dropped
one of the hangers and bent to pick it up, spilling the rest.  "Damn."  He
muttered, almost in a panic.  It was well known that the models hated to be
disturbed, and he was sure this was going to snap him in the ass when he
got back to the wardrobe trailer.

	"Calm down, kid," JD jumped up to help, unaware of his lack of
clothing.  He rarely wore any in the trailer because of the heat.  "You
didn't do anything wrong.  Let me get that for you."  He handed one of the
plastic covered garments to the boy to hang up, disappointed that the night
shoot was going to be formals.

	"I'll get out of you way, sir.  Really, I'm sorry!"

	JD put his hands on his hips and started to laugh, watching the kid
cram pressed clothes into the tiny closet.  "If you don't calm down soon,
your gonna end up redoing all of those, and the Barracuda will have your
nuts."  The Barracuda was Mike Barruka, the unit director that Daniel and
JD worked with on nine out of ten shoots.  He had a legendary temper.

	JD finally took the hangers and gently but firmly pushed the boy
into one of the bench seats at the table.  "Stay put for a minute and let
me fix these before we're both up shit creek, okay?"  He hung the clothes
up and straightened them before closing the door.

	"SIR, I." The kid started, clamping his mouth when JD stopped him.

	"You call me sir again, and I'm gonna get mad.  I'm JD."  He held
out his hand.  "What's your name, kid?"

	"Tyler, sir" He said, taking the hand then scrunching his face up.
"Shit, sorry, uh..JD."

	"That's better.  You want a coke?"  JD opened the little fridge and
grabbed two cans, handed one to Tyler, then crawled back up onto the bed
and opened his.  "I haven't seen you around here much.  Are you from the
temp agency?"

	Tyler took a sip of the coke, very grateful for the chance to sit
down for a few minutes.  The lady at the wardrobe trailer had run his ass
off since six that morning.  He was exhausted.  He nodded.  "I was hoping
to get on so I could leave, but it doesn't look like that'll happen."

	"Leave where?"  JD asked.  "That little town out at the highway?"

	"Yeah.  I turned eighteen two months ago, and my mom said I could
leave if I had a job."  Tyler relaxed a little, deciding that maybe JD was
a little different than the two girls that had yelled at him this morning.
It was weird seeing him naked and not embarrassed, but it really didn't
matter in the long run.

	"To go where?"  JD asked.  Something about this kid hit his kindred
spirit button, and he wanted to know why.  "Are you going to school or
something?"

	"There aren't any down here.  I road the bus to school my whole
life.  That town you saw only has three hundred people in it.  You're
looking at number two twenty three.  There's not much to do."  Tyler took
another drink of the pop.

	"How did you end up out here with us?"

	"The wardrobe lady came into town yesterday and asked some of us if
we wanted to work.  I jumped on it because I want to buy a car and leave
this infected cesspool."

	JD sat up and crossed his legs, running his fingers through his
long wet hair.  "They don't need you to stay on, huh?"

	"No."  Tyler said quietly.  He sat the can down and started to get
up.  "I gotta go, man.  Thanks for the coke."

	"Sit down a minute."  JD held up his hand and picked up the phone
by the bed, dialing the camp operator.  "I need the Barracuda, please."  He
said, watching the kid's eyes go wide.  "Mike, can Daniel and I have
personal assistant?"  He listened for a minute and smiled holding his thumb
up.  "Yeah, we can pay thirty percent.  I'll sent him over to Randa Page."
He hung up the phone and draped his hands over his knees.  "Well, Tyler, I
hate to break it to ya, but if you really want to go, you just got hired on
by Kirkland, Shales, and Rayburn."  He held out his hand.

	"No shit?"  Tyler's face lit up and he grabbed JD's hand, nearly
pulling him off the bed.  "This is so fucking cool!"  He stopped, realizing
what he'd said.  "Sorry."  He grinned sheepishly.

	"No sweat.  My partner Daniel swears like a fucking sailor."
Almost on que, the door banged open and Daniel stomped in, obviously
sunburned and cranky.  He went right past them into the shower, throwing
his baggy swimsuit in the vague direction of the table.  JD held his finger
up to silence Tyler's questions.

	A few minutes later Daniel stomped out of the bathroom and got a
coke out of the fridge, drank it down, belched, then opened another one.
He threw himself into the small chair by the door and put his feet on the
table.  He had also elected to go naked, again shocking Tyler.

	"It's fucking hot, you know that?"  He asked, favoring JD with a
weary grin.  "Who's this?"  he asked pointing a finger at Tyler.

	"That's Tyler.  He's our new Personal Assistant."

	"Wow, how do we rate?"  Daniel absentmindedly scratch his crotch,
seemingly oblivious to his lack of clothing.  "I didn't think we were as
important as Kelly Morgan and that prima donna bitch she has."

	"I called the Barracuda, it's legit.  We have to pay thirty percent
of his check.  It'll cost us three bucks an hour.  Lodging and all that
shit is on the company."

	"That's cool."

	Tyler silently did the math in his head, figuring out what three
dollars was thirty percent of.  Almost nine bucks an hour!  Jesus!

	"You know that we travel ninety percent of the year, right?"
Daniel asked the boy, wondering if he understood the life that he was
getting into.  "I haven't been home since last Christmas, and JD didn't
even get to go then."

	"I don't want to come back here."  Tyler said, sitting back down at
the table.

	"Did you tell him everything about..?"  Daniel motioned his finger
between himself and JD.  JD shook his head, and Daniel sighed.  "How open
minded are you, Tyler?"

	"Pretty open minded I guess."

	Daniel thought for a moment, phrasing his words in his mind.  "I
don't know if you picked up on this, but JD and I are together, you get
it?"

	"You mean gay?"

	"Yeah, that's what I mean.  Is that going to be a problem?"  Daniel
sat up straight and turned to face Tyler.  "You will never have to worry
about anyone ever making a move on you, I swear on my grandmother's grave,
but you will be around two men that mean the world to each other, and we're
not real secretive about it."

	Tyler was quiet for a long pause.  "It doesn't matter to me.  I
mean you guys don't act, you know, like."

	"Like fags?"  JD asked, impressed by Tyler's honesty.  "What you
see is what you get.  We're to guys that like to have a good time, and just
happen to be together.  For what it's worth, Daniel has never even looked
at another guy, and doesn't find them attractive, just me."

	"Do you look at other guys?"  Tyler asked.

	"Not in about six years.  I found what I want."  He winked at
Daniel.  "You are actually safer with us than running around with some of
the others, because we won't let the gay make up people and hair dressers
touch you, and believe me, they'll try."

	"I already had a bald guy grab my ass and wink at me this morning."
Tyler grumbled, remembering the knocked over table that had resulted.

	"Well, assistants are considered property, and no one touches
someone else's property."  JD dropped of the bed and knocked Daniel's feet
off the table, making his way to the closet.  He pulled on a pair of
lightweight jogging shorts and a tank top, gathering his shoes as he went.
"Come on, Tyler, let's go see Randa and get you settled, then I'll drive
you in to town if you need anything."  He stooped and kissed Daniel at the
door.

	"I'll start to pack."  Daniel stood up and got out of the way for
them to leave.  "We can leave after tonight's shoot, so let's get out of
here early tomorrow.  Are you sending Tyler with KSR, or is he going with
us?"  They had planned a long trip home before going to the next shoot in
Colorado, and a lot of the plan had been time together.

	"You decide," JD shrugged.  "We can take him and train him our way,
or you can send him with the bitches."

	"Pull him out of the shit hole in wardrobe, then throw him to the
wolves?  You're a saint, JD."  Daniel snickered, leaning on the counter.
"Let him get his stuff, then we'll get Mike to do an advance and take him
with us.  Might even meet some new friends, who knows?"

	JD herded Tyler through a number of trailers and past a dozen
people, showing him and his position off so that everyone knew where Tyler
belonged.  They road into town in Daniel's new Explorer, enjoying the cold
air and the CD player.  JD was shocked when Tyler took him to a dilapidated
trailer house and introduced him to his mother.

	The woman was like a zombie, hardly saying two words and showing
little or no emotion.  JD was moved by how attentive Tyler tried to be,
always asking what she thought and telling her how he'd miss her.  Tyler
packed a few shirts and pants, some pictures, and a few trinkets from his
sparse bedroom.  He kissed his mom and turned to leave, never looking back.

	They bought hamburgers and fries to take back, munching them out of
the bag.  JD listened to Tyler talk about his life and silently reminisced
about how luck he and Daniel had been.  They had lived a charmed life full
of friends and family, whom the dearly missed.  He predicted that Tyler
wouldn't come back much, and vowed to help the kid as much as he could.

	That night they showed Tyler how to lay out the changes for maximum
speed, and where to go to find what he was looking for.  He met the make up
people, the hairdressers, enjoyed a new commanding presence at wardrobe,
and actually managed to do a fair job for his first time.

	Two a.m. found them stumbling back to the trailer.  Tyler had
headed for the staff tents, but felt Daniel's hand on his neck, gently
steering him towards the trailer.  "It'll be to fucking hot, Ty.  You can
fold the table down and sleep there tonight."

	JD helped him fold it and lay out the cushions.  The a/c felt
great, and they all got ready for bed.  Daniel brushed his teeth and
showered, not nearly as covered with goo this time, then climbed up on the
bed.  JD pulled of his sweats and followed.  He set the alarm for nine,
kissed Daniel, and rolled over dead to the world.

	Tyler wasn't sure what to do.  He washed up and changed into some
boxers, believing that it would be best if he slept in those.  He usually
slept nude, apparently like his new bosses, but vanity won out, and he
crawled onto the sheet, feeling the tension ease out of his shoulders.

	HE still couldn't believe his luck, and had trouble sleeping.  He
could hear snores from the bed and glanced up at Daniel and JD, now curled
together as they slept.  It was sort of exciting to see the two men
together, and Tyler was ashamed that it gave him a hardon.  He had never
considered what it might be like to be gay, and here it was right in front
of him.

	JD had said that Daniel wasn't gay, that he just loved JD.  For
some reason, that made sense to Tyler.  Un aware, he rubbed himself,
imagining the two of them in his mind doing it.  They were both pretty
buff, and had incredible all over tans.  He could see their bodies move
together.  It was exhilarating.

	Suddenly he realized what he was doing and also realized it was to
late.  His stomach knotted up, and he felt hot semen shoot out onto his
flat stomach.  He tried to be as quiet as he could, jerking in time with
the spurts.  Horrified, he searched for something to clean himself off,
desperately hoping he hadn't awaken them.  Resigned, he used the boxers he
wore, sopping up a large amount of semen, more than usual.  He quietly
stuffed them in his bag and crawled under the sheet naked, not daring make
any more noise.  They still snored quietly, and Tyler drifted off to sleep,
hoping to god no one noticed.

	JD cracked one eye and watched, hearing familiar motions.  Daniel
slept hard, thankfully, and wasn't disturbed.  He heard Tyler cleaning up
and smiled, realizing that he would never tell a soul what he'd witnessed.
He remembered similar nights thinking about Danny in his home in bed.  He
fell back to sleep when Tyler settled.

	Daniel woke early like he always did, and was amused to find Tyler
sprawled on the sheet with nothing on, his morning hardon waving hello to
everyone.  He put on coffee and sat in the chair, taking a moment to admire
the kid.  He was quite muscular, with a dark tan that ended at his waist
and started again on his thighs.  It was obvious the kid was a hard worker,
with clearly defined muscles and little fat.  His medium length blond hair
was a mass around his handsome face.

	Daniel shook his head and pick up a mystery he'd been reading.
Before long JD got up and went in the bathroom, stopping to look at Tyler
then back at Daniel, a lopsided smile on his face.  They took their coffee
out and sat on lawn chairs, admiring the beauty of the desert in the cool
morning air.

	Half an hour later they heard the shower running.  Daniel smirked,
and JD smacked him with the back of his hand, waving his finger at the
other.  "Not one word."  He instructed, hearing the door open.  Tyler
stumbled out in a ratty T-shirt and faded cutoffs, squinting against the
sun.  He mumbled a thanks to Daniel, who produced a cup of coffee, then
took a brush to his wet hair, causing them both to wince at the sound of
the bristles pulling through it.

	They loaded the truck and stopped at the admin. motor home, getting
their checks and an advance for Tyler of a thousand dollars.  Tyler was
blown away, and let them help him set up a bank account with a debit card
and everything he needed at his home bank.  They stopped at a convenience
store, the only store in town, and bought drinks, a cooler of ice,
magazines, and edibles.

	Daniel drove them out of the desert towards Arizona, listening to
and singing along with Boston, Def Leppard, Motley Crew, and Queensryche.
They entered Las Vegas late in the evening and got two rooms at a small
motel in Henderson, dropping the gear and looking for food.

	Next, Tyler was taken to the mall and properly outfitted with new
clothes and a haircut.  JD was amazed how well the kid cleaned up, laughing
as Daniel directed him to try on outfit after outfit, highly critical of
the way their new assistant should look on location.  The mall closed at
ten, and they went back to the motel exhausted.

	Tyler dumped his stuff on his bed and pulled the wrappings off a
new suitcase.  He carefully folded the clothes and put them away, then
realized he hadn't actually paid for them.  He searched his memory and
remembered being pulled towards a shoe store by Daniel, leaving JD free to
pay for everything.  He smiled and shook his head, promising to get even
with them.

	He grabbed his new shower kit and headed for the bathroom, unaware
that he was whistling Boston tunes.  He dressed in new bikini underwear (it
felt pretty cool but took some getting used to), and plopped on the bed.
It was quiet, and he couldn't even hear the highway from his room.  After a
few minutes, he realized he was lonely, but determined not to disturb JD
and Daniel over something so dumb.

	Fifteen minutes later, clad in new khaki shorts, he walked quietly
to their room and tapped on the door.  JD had a towel on his waist and
smiled, allowing him in.  "It's to quiet in my room."  He shrugged, finding
Daniel in a chair watching the news.

	"We weren't sure if you wanted to stay in here or not," JD tousled
his hair and went back into the bathroom.  "You can stay in here if you
want."

	"Do you mind?"  Tyler asked, sitting on the end of the other bed.
"I know it sounds stupid, but I'd rather be in here."

	Daniel chuckled and turned off the TV.  "I remember when JD and I
left for our first gig about six years ago.  We only went to the next town,
but it seemed like the other side of the planet."  He adjusted the pillow
on his bed and pulled the sheets back.  "You're braver than I ever was.
You just took a big ass jump and hoped to land on something soft.  Pretty
gutsy."  He stripped off his clothes and stretched out, groaning.  "God,
that feels good."

	"How long have you guys been models?"  Tyler asked, pulling the
other bed down.  He hesitated for a moment, then stripped off his clothes
and climbed in, pulling up the sheet.

	Daniel chuckled, watching Tyler settle in.  "A guy named Rick
Kirkland recruited us out of high school.  We did a lot of ad campaigns for
newspapers and some magazines, then about two years ago, Mike showed up and
needed a bunch of people to shoot on location in Maui for swimming gear and
underwear.  We'd never been anywhere, so we jumped at it.  I did a cologne
ad while I was there, too, and brought home a check for almost forty
thousand dollars.  Needless to say, we were hooked."

	"Are you guys really rich?"  Tyler couldn't help him self.  Forty
thousand dollars was a staggering sum of money.  "Do all models get paid
that much?"

	"Hell, no."  JD said, wandering out of the bathroom in a towel and
brushing his long light brown hair.  "That's rare to bring in that much at
one time.  What Danny didn't tell you was that the cologne ad was his first
nude, and that the amount he gave you was both of us combined."  He laid
the brush in his bag and threw the towel in the corner before climbing into
the bed and laying his head on Daniel's chest.

	"We never stopped for the first three years," JD continued, fixing
Tyler with a stare.  "If it hadn't been for each of us being there for the
other, we'd have bombed or killed ourselves.  This work isn't for pusses,
Tyler.  You'll earn what you get, believe me."

	"What exactly am I gonna be doing, anyway?"  The boy asked,
silently intrigued by the other two's closeness.  "So far, I haven't done
anything."

	"tomorrow, Daniel'll start you on the laptop.  You'll handle hotel
reservations, travel shit, anything that will get us where we're supposed
to be on time."  JD rolled onto his back and turned off the lamp.  "Better
get some rest, cause we have to make it to Monterey by tomorrow night."

	Tyler lay awake for a long time, listening to the others move
around and get comfortable.  He closed his eyes and saw JD and Daniel
together in bed, running their hands over each other and touching each
other's cocks.  In his mind he saw them kiss, a long full kiss.  His eyes
sprang open and he instantly realized that he had a huge erection.

	Grateful for the darkness, he felt his face burn with
embarrassment.  Tyler had never looked at another male as long as he'd
lived, and now he couldn't get these particular guys, who'd saved his ass
from New Mexico, given him a damned hot job and a chance to see the world,
out of his mind.  He desperately thought of anything that would take his
mind off of them, but it wasn't working.  Then it got worse.

	In the near quiet of the room, he heard what could only be a kiss,
followed by someone's arm under the covers, moving from point A to point B.
His mind cheerfully started to fill in details, and he nearly groaned out
loud, stifling it immediately and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.  They
must think he was asleep, and he didn't dare move.

	Tyler thought he heard JD moan very softly, and he slowly moved his
head, seeing Daniel on top of JD.  He swallowed hard, feeling his pulse
race.  He dick was so hard it felt like it was going to explode, and he
couldn't do a damned thing about it.  Daniel moved silently on top of JD,
bending down to exchange kisses.  Tyler bit his knuckle hard, trying not to
make a peep.  It didn't work.

	A low gurgle squeak came from his throat, and the gig was up.
Daniel stopped and sat back, JD obviously still inside him, and looked at
the other bed.  Tyler slammed his eyes shut, but knew immediately that they
had him, mostly because his hardon was making a hell of a tent in the
sheet.

	"Want to join us and answer some questions?"  JD asked, running his
hand up Daniel's chest.  "I'm sorry we woke you.  It was really rude."

	"I can't stop thinking about you guys.  It doesn't matter what room
I'm in."  Tyler almost whispered.  "I've had sex before, with a girl," He
added quickly, "But I never saw guys do it."

	"If we'd been a little less selfish, you never would have seen us."
Daniel rolled off JD and onto his side.

	"Doesn't it hurt?"  Tyler asked, overwhelmed with curiosity.  "I
mean when JD's up your..I mean, uh.."

	"No, it doesn't."

	"Come here."  JD patted the side of their bed with his hand.
Hesitantly Tyler pulled his covers off, strangely calm.  He stood and moved
the short distance and sat down, flicking his eyes back and forth between
them.  JD touched the side of Tyler's face, caressing it.  "If you're
curious, and you want to join us, you can.  If you want to go back to your
room, or even back to New Mexico, we'll do that to."

	"I want to stay, please."  Tyler whispered.  Daniel shook his head
and wrapped his arms around Tyler's chest, pulling him into the center of
the bed.  He touched Tyler's penis feeling him stiffen and then relax,
almost willing him self to open up.

	JD began by planting tiny kisses on the kid's chest and abdomen,
enjoying the fresh reaction to those sensations that he hadn't seen for a
long time.  Something bumped his chin, and he felt Tyler's lips meet his
hungrily.  He allowed a deep french kiss, amazed at how accomplished Tyler
was.

	Daniel moved his hand, jacking Tyler off.  He licked his finger,
then pushed it up inside the boy, making him buck and moan.  Tyler's hand
wrapped itself around Daniel's member and began to pump.  Daniel closed his
eyes and groaned. God, the kid was good.

	Tyler felt his stomach almost cramp, and knew he was going to cum
soon.  He felt Daniel's mouth on him, and nearly blew then.  JD worked on
his neck and nipples, driving him crazy with kisses and nips, and he moved
his hand faster on Daniel.

	Tyler shot load after load into the air.  He groaned very loudly,
arching his back high off the bed.  With one last pull, he brought Daniel
off, feeling wet sticky shots land all over his stomach.  He pumped until
Daniel pulled away, falling on to his stomach.

	"You didn't cum."  Tyler said, touching JD's chest.

	"It's not a contest, Ty.  You just do what feels right."  He leaned
down and kissed the kid, running his fingers through the sandy blond hair.
Tyler looked over and saw JD's cock, remembering the feel of Daniel's mouth
on his.  He rolled over and licked it, tentatively savoring the salt like
taste.  Satisfied that it wasn't gross or nasty, he took JD in his mouth,
pleased when it went very hard.

	He moved his tongue around the head and up and down the shaft, not
terribly displeased with this new form of sex.  He had just grasped the
base of the shaft and started to pump when he felt Daniel rubbing him
again, shocked that he was getting hard again, too.  He got up on his knees
and felt Daniel slide between his legs, lining up his mouth with Tyler.

	JD was impressed a second time as Tyler clumsily but eagerly blew
him.  There was just enough natural skill there that JD knew he was going
to cum.  The kid increased his tempo when Daniel started on him again, and
JD grunted and leaned back on the pillows, feeling a warmth spread across
his chest and stomach.  He crunched up, feeling the first load blast into
Tyler's mouth, followed shortly by several others, causing fluid to fly out
of the inexperienced Tyler's mouth in jets.

	Daniel felt Tyler trying to hump his mouth and braced his hands to
keep from getting choked.  The kid's cock wasn't enormous, but it was long
enough.  Tyler tensed, and a second round of juices washed over Daniel's
tongue, far smaller than the first, but more important.  Many people never
enjoyed the nirvana of multi's.

	"Oh, GOD!"  Tyler cried, getting his first ever second orgasm.  He
felt like every ounce of energy was being sucked out of him, and he rolled
to the side and collapsed, breathing like a steam engine.  After a few
minutes, he slowed down, finally feeling his brain start to think again.

	"Are you okay?"  Daniel asked, propping up on an elbow.

	Tyler nodded.  "I feel like I'm floating."  He watched JD get up
and get them a wash cloth, unable to believe how he felt.  "Is it always
this good for you guys?"  He took the wash cloth and wiped at himself,
amazed at the amount of cum that covered him.

	"I'm usually pretty satisfied."  JD chuckled, helping to finish the
job.  He handed one to Daniel, then climbed back on the bed.  "You seemed
pretty content for someone that never did this before."

	"I fucked a girl from school last year, but it didn't feel like
this."  Tyler watched them clean up, now unabashed about his interest in
their bodies.  "I can understand why you feel the way you do."

	"Don't confuse sex with love, Kid."  Daniel warned, tossing the
wash cloth on the floor.  "It took me a long time to realize that I loved
JD, and even longer that it was okay for me to feel that way."  He gently
shoved the boy.  "Now get over there and get to sleep, or I'll wake your
skinny ass up with a glass of ice water."

	Tyler giggled and rolled away, swatting at the hand that pushed
him.  "Aye, Aye, sir!"  He said in a passable pirate voice.  "I'll round
the swabbies and hoist `er into the wind, Cap'n!"

JD chuckled and whacked him on the ass, then rolled over and kissed Daniel
good night.  They were all asleep in minutes, and slept like logs.  As he
drifted off, Daniel smiled at the enthusiastic reactions of Tyler,
wondering if they'd really hired and assistant, or adopted a similar spirit
lost in the winds.  He found that although he was fiercely jealous of JD,
he hadn't minded the intrusion, and had actually enjoyed the change of
pace, not that he'd ever dare admit that to JD.  It never ceased to amaze
him how interesting life could be.