Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 12:33:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Day of School Part 4.

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As was natural the nights Erik stayed the night, I
woke up first. I could hear my dad rumbling around in
the kitchen. 'I seriously hope he doesn't cook us
breakfast' I said to myself as I walked towards my
bathroom. My dad was no gormet chef. In fact, he could
barely make scrambled eggs.

I splashed some water on my face to wake myself up,
then walked out into the hallway. I could hear sounds
of sizzling coming from the kitchen. 'Oh God' I
thought to myself. 'He's cooking.' I just shook my
head at no one in particular and walked into the
kitchen.

I was happily suprised as I walked into the kitchen.
Instead of my dad being at the stove, as I had feared,
it was Heather. She smiled at me as I walked, and gave
a joking whistle when she noticed I was in my boxers.
I blushed a little as I walked towards the
refrigerator. I snatched the jug of Orange juice and
sat it on the counter. I poured myself a glass then
took a seat at the kitchen table.

Heather and my dad chatted flirtatiously as I drank
quickly at my orange juice. After I had downed the
class I walked back towards my room with the
announcement of taking a shower. They said okay, and
went back to their disgusting flirting. 'A whole
weekend of this' I thought to myself as I returned to
my bathroom.  'We sooo better have our own cabin'

I walked back out into my bedroom and flicked on my
bathroom speaker. I turned and noticed Erik still
sleeping. He was so beautiful when he slept. He was
even drooling a little, which made it even cuter. I
walked over to him and kissed him gently on the
forehead. He smiled slightly, then turned onto his
side. I walked back to my bathroom and turned on the
shower. I disrobed and quickly hopped under the water.


After my shower was finished I slipped my robe on and
walked out to my closet. What the hell did you wear to
a ski weekend? I'm from Florida, our ski weekends
we're in water tied behind a boat. I just decided it
be something warm, and yanked a sweater from the
hanger. I settled on a pair of black jeans and quickly
slipped them on. I tossed my robe back into the
bathroom and walked back to the bed. As much as I
hated to wake him, it was time for Erik to get up.

"Baby,"I whispered into his ear. "Time to get up," I
said, stroking his arm lightly. No response. "Erik god
damnit, wake up."

I looked down and noticed that patented grin come to
his face. I punched him in the arm then reached down
and kissed him on the cheek. He cautiously opened his
eyes then turned on his back. He pulled me onto the
bed and began to kiss me. I kissed him on the nose. He
laughed lightly and sat up on the bed.

"I love waking up to you in the morning," He said, me
laying across his legs. "And then shirtless, bonus,"
He said, grazing his hand across my chest.

"Ah ah, don't start nothing you can't finish," I said,
looking up at him and shaking my head.

"Okay, I can wait," He said, leaning down and kissing
me.

I sat up from his legs and walked over to my mirror. I
slipped my shirt on then began to fuss with my hair. I
had every intention of putting a hat on anyways, so I
decided to just comb it. Erik meanwhile had stumbled
tiredly towards the bathroom. As was usual, he left
the door open while he took his early morning piss.
After completely relieving himself, he walked back
into the bedroom and to the stereo. He put a stop to
the Mariah Carey CD I was listening to and skipped
around with the CD's in my player, until eventually
settling on Three Doors Down.

"I was listening to that," I said, my best diva-like
attitude.

"Stop being such a fag Adam and listen to rock music,"
He joked, flashing me his patented grin.

"Oh blow me," I said, walking up to him and kissing
him lightly on the lips.

After our kiss had parted, I smacked him on the ass
and pointed him into the bathroom. With a "Hurry up or
We'll be late," I shut the door behind me. I walked
back to my dresser and threw my bag on top of it. I
dug in the top drawer and tossed in another essential
to this Ski Trip, lube. I stopped to reflect on how
much lube I really had acquired this past year and a
half with Erik. There had to be at least 10 tubes in
there. Oh well, all of those tubes would be used, as
long as I had something to say about it.

I zipped the bag back up and tossed it on the floor
next to Erik's. I walked out in the hallway and toward
the dining room where I knew I would find Heather and
my father. As I walked toward the table I noticed two
plates sitting infront of empty chairs.

"Your food is getting cold," Heather spoke to me as I
sat down at the table and began to cut my eggs.

"You didn't have to cook for us you know?" I
explained, reaching for the salt. "We would've eaten
something,"

"Oh yes, your usual breakfast of Nutrigrain bars and
chocolate milk," Heather said, in a far too motherly
fashion, which actually turned out to be kind of cute.

"Marry her dad," I said, mouth full of food. "Then I
won't be afraid to eat breakfast in this house
anymore,"

"Hey, I make good breakfast," my dad said, in a tone
that actually made him sound as if he believed that.

Heather and I both looked at eachother and started to
laugh. My dad stood up and walked out of the room,
after telling us that "you guys suck," Well I know I
did, and I can bet Heather has done her fair share of
sucking too.

I soaked up the last little bit of egg yolk from my
plate with a piece of toast. I quickly devoured the
toast then stood up from the table. I grabbed Erik's
plate and took it with me into the kitchen. I emptied
it into the dog dish with a frown from Heather. I
explained to her, that by the time Erik got finished
in the shower, it would have grown dust. He may be my
boyfriend, but he's my girlfriend based upon how long
it takes him to get ready.

I snagged a couple of Nutrigrain bars from the
cupboard then poured a glass of chocolate milk.
Heather watched on with an amused smile, ignoring
whatever paper work she had on the kitchen table. As I
began to walk back towards my bedroom, she felt the
need to comment.

"Oh how cute, you cooked for him,"

I flipped her off and walked back down the hallway
towards my bedroom. As I walked in, Erik was just
stepping out of the bathroom, stark naked. I whistled
at him and sat his breakfast down on the dresser.

"Came back just in time I see," I said, walking up to
him and putting my hands on his waist.

"Looks that way," He said, starting to kiss my neck.

I brought my hands down to his beautiful ass and began
to cup his cheeks. He pressed up against me, his
quickly hardening cock pressing against the fabric of
my jeans. I could feel my own cock straining to be
released from its fabric confines. I slid my finger
lightly down the crack of Erik's ass. He shuddered in
my arms. I slid the tip of my finger lightly into the
opening, causing him to moan into my ear. He brought
his hands to the crotch of my jeans, and began to
stroke lightly against the fabric. I began to suck on
his neck, while he continued his stroking of my cock.
It was then that I felt his hand clamp down hard onto
my groin.

"Oww," I yelped out, pushing him away. "What the fuck
was that for?"

I looked into his usually bright blue eyes, and saw a
pale look of fear. He pointed towards the door, not
uttering a word. I turned around and a look of horror
hit my face. In the doorway stood my father. I wanted
to defend myself, but the words would not come. My
throat had become instantly dry. My father's emotions
were so impossible to read, which is probably why he'd
gotten his nickname of "Iceman" James Ross. I could
not speak, I just stared at my father blankly until he
left the doorway. His footsteps were heavy as he
walked down the hallway to his bedroom. I heard the
door slam loudly, and instantly the tears came. I
wanted to break down into Erik's arms, but he was
still naked. So I rushed quickly towards my bed and
buried my head into a pillow.

Erik quickly re-emerged from the bathroom fully
clothes and rushed to my side. He sat next to me and
began stroking my hair. I had never cried so hard in
my life, I felt as if my face could explode. I had
wanted to tell my dad for years that I was gay, but
this was the farthest from the ways I wanted it done.
Erik was whispering things like "Shh, it'll be okay"
into my ear. I wanted to scream at him, tell him that
he was fucking wrong, that my father would now disown
me. But I knew that I could never speak to him that
way, no matter what else may be happening.

I heard footsteps come into the room and a soft
reassuring hand on my forehead. I knew it was Heather.
I couldn't even lift my head to look at her. The tears
we're flowing as if someone had turned on a faucet.
The world around me was spinning, my eyes couldn't
focus on the people that stood around me. I gave up,
and closed my eyes. As I began to drift off, I felt
Erik's hand grab mine.

* * *

When I awoke, I saw the familiar surroundings of my
car. I wiped at my eyes, which we're painfully
bloodshot. I looked over at Erik and almost felt them
start to come again. He smiled over at me and gently
squeezed my hand. I just smiled and let out a sigh as
I laid my head against the window.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice parched.

"The airport. We're still going to Colorado, Heather
is making us," He said plainly, not sounding like my
Erik at all.

I wanted to cry again. But my eyes still had not
recovered. I was pretty sure I had busted a blood
vessel in my left eye, because everything seemed
pinkish. How in the hell Heather was able to talk my
dad into still taking this trip I will never know. But
I didn't want to think about him, or how disappointed
I knew I had made him. I could feel my heart start to
slip down into my stomach again. I let out a sigh and
turned back to Erik. He smiled weakly at me, he too
had been crying. I brought his hand up to my mouth and
kissed it. He smiled again, albeit the same weak one I
had seen seconds before. I just smiled back at him and
laid my seat back. I closed my eyes, trying best not
to think of anything that had happened already today.

I must've drifted off again, because I was awoken by a
gentle nudge in my side. I looked up into the saddest
pair of eyes I had seen in a long time. I had never
seen Erik look like that before. I felt the tears
starting to surface again. I was determined to stop
them. I sat up and opened the car door. I walked
around to the back of the car and grabbed my bags from
the hatchback that Erik had popped. I grabbed my bag
and waited for Erik to grab his. After he had we began
to walk into the airport, passing my father's car on
the way in.

Erik and I walked in and walked to a secluded part of
the airport, knowing Heather would bring us our
tickets. At least she better, since she was making us
all go on this trip. None of us wanted to be here now.
Erik and I hadn't said anything to eachother since the
car ride here. As I looked into his saddened blue
eyes, the words just seemed to disappear.

I laid my head on Erik's shoulder and closed my eyes.
I felt his hand come to my head and gently pat my
hair. I reached down and grabbed my hand in his, and
squeezed it gently. That was my way of telling him
that everything would be all right, even though I
wasn't sure I believed that myself at the moment.

As I just sat there, looking out into the crowded
airport, Heather walked up. She smiled brightly at us,
making me want to kick her straight in the jaw. My
world was in shambles, and this bitch had no
compassion at all. I calmed myself quickly. Heather
had nothing to do with this. And if anyone could talk
sense into my dad, it was definetly her. I stood up
and took my ticket from her hand. Her smile had ceased
as her eyes had connected with those of Erik and
myself. She didn't say a word, just smiled lightly at
us, and pointed the way to the gate.

My father had already boarded the plane. Since this
was this Aspen guys personal plane, the 4 of us, and
Aspen himself were the only people on board. As Erik
and I walked, we noticed my father sitting in the
front of the plane. Erik and I took the seats in the
back. We shoved our luggage into the seats infront of
us, then stared at eachother. We had still yet to
utter a word to one another since the car ride. I
guess he was feeling the same way I was. He brought my
hand up to his mouth and kissed it lightly. I smiled
at him then laid my head on his shoulder. I closed my
eyes, and for what felt like the millionth time that
day, drifted off to sleep.

* * *

I awoke several times on the plane ride there, but
refused to stay awake. I hadn't actually slept for
most of the ride, but I kept my eyes closed, gathering
my thoughts on the shitty day I had had. And the
shitty trip that this was sure to be.

When we arrived at the resort, yes the resort. This
guy was a multi-millionaire who owned dozens of
resorts around the world. It only made sense that he
had an landing pad at the resort he lived at. I nudged
Erik gently in the shoulder. He opened is eyes and
smiled lightly at me. He wiped the sleep from his eyes
and leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Well, we were getting somewhere. We still hadn't said
anything to eachother in over 10 hours, but at least
the kissing was back. I looked forward and watched as
my father exited the plane. Heather stopped at the
door and looked back at Erik and I. I smiled as best I
could for the way I was feeling. She smiled back then
followed my father off of the plane.

Erik and I grabbed our bags from the seat in front of
us then walked towards the exit. As my foot stepped
out onto the ladder, Erik put his hand on my shoulder
and pulled me back in. I turned at him and gave him a
puzzled look. He smiled his usual bright, happy smile
then kissed me lightly on the nose.

"Don't worry baby," He spoke lovingly. "We'll get
through this,"

"I know," I replied, kissing him on the nose as well.

He threw his arms around me and hugged me tight to
him. In an instant, my safe zone returned. It was as
if my problems didn't exist when I was in Erik's arms.
I wish I could've stayed like that forever. Not
necessarily in his arms, but in that feeling. The
feeling of not having a care in the world. The feeling
where nothing could hurt me. The feeling of complete,
total, euphoria.

Reluctantly Erik released me from his arms. We kissed,
on the lips this time. I then threw my bag once more
over my shoulder and began to descend the plane. As I
stepped fully onto our staircase down, I was hit with
a frigid blast of air. I immediately zipped my jacket.
Something told me it was going to be a rather cold
weekend.

Erik and I scurried quickly into the lodge, walking
somewhat behind so as my eyes wouldn't connect with my
father's. Erik and I took a seat by the fireplace that
adorned the lodge. This place was exactly what I had
expected. It looked like the typical ski lodge you see
in all the movies; the cobblestone fireplace, and the
stuffed animal heads on the walls. I give them an F
for the animal heads, but the fireplace was nice.

Erik and I sat infront of the fire, still not
speaking, both of us just thinking. I wasn't mad at
Erik, as I'm sure he wasn't at me. Both of us longed
for the quiet. We both needed to think. All I could
think of was the look on my father's face. I would
have to talk to him. There was no way I could just
avoid him forever.

I could feel myself start to drift off once more when
I felt Heather's hand on my shoulder. I looked up
meekly at her, and she beant down and kissed the top
of my head. She did the same to Erik, then handed me
the key to our room. Well, we did get our own cabin.
Not as if it mattered. Something told me sex wasn't in
the cards for this weekend.

Erik and I continued to sit by the fire, waiting for
my father and Heather to exit. After they took their
leave, Erik and I picked up our bags and walked
towards the door. He opened the door for me, and with
a sigh, I walked out into the frigid Colorado weather.
Erik laughed at my hatred for cold weather, then
joined me.

Our cabin was close to the lounge, thankfully. We were
able to get there without being completely covered in
snow. We rushed quickly in and deposited our bags on
the chair that stood by the door. Erik and I looked
around in amazement. This Aspen guy must've really
liked my dad to give us cabins like this. It was
amazing. This cabin was like something you'd only see
in a dream. It was truly luxourious. Erik and my eyes
continued to pan the room, and almost silmultaneously
our eyes connected with the bedroom.

We walked in, and our jaws once more hit the floor.
There was only one bed. A canopy bed at that, with
what looked like blue velvet covering. We glanced
around the room, our eyes connecting with a hot tub,
in the bedroom. Erik and I flashed eachother a puzzled
look. This was a honeymoon suite. There was no way we
were that obvious about our relationship, as for a
complete stranger to notice we were together. But hey,
I sure wasn't going to complain.

With all the giddyness of a school girl, Erik ran and
jumped onto the bed. I laughed and then followed suit.
We laughed at ourselves, then embraced. I buried my
face in his chest, and enjoyed his wonderful smell. He
sighed a contented sigh, and I felt his muscular chest
heave against my face. He leaned down and kissed me on
the top of the head, then began to stroke my back.

"I'm sorry baby," He said, sounding rather sad.

"For what?" I asked, then it occured to me. "Erik, you
don't honestly think I blame you for this do you?" I
asked him, pulling away from the embrace.

"Well, I just thought," He started, before I cut him
off with my finger on his lips.

"Well you thought wrong," I said, shaking my head
slightly. "I don't blame anyone, I should've just told
him months ago, and we wouldn't be in this problem
now,"

He didn't speak in return, he just grabbed me and
hugged me close to him. I reached up and planted a
soft kiss on his chin. He laughed out softly and
hugged me again. I sighed out and pushed him back onto
the bed. I laid my head on his chest and began to
stroke lightly against the fabric of his shirt. My
mind once again flashed back to my father. The
haunting look in his eyes continued to plague my
thoughts. I knew there was no way I could go through
this entire weekend without speaking to him. This
issue had to be addressed, for his sanity and mine.
But I knew, the wounds were still to fresh for
confrontation today. But with all the sleep I had
already gotten today, there was no way I could go to
sleep now.

"Baby, are you tired?" I asked, not lifting my head
from his chest.

"No. Are you?" He replied, stretching out his legs.

"Nope," I replied

I sat up on the bed and straddled Erik. I looked down
deep into his beautiful blue eyes, and kissed him
passionately on the lips. I gave him a few more quick
pecks on the cheek, and one on the nose. He wiped his
nose with the back of his hand then spoke.

"So what'd you wanna do?" He asked, looking up at me

"Hot tub?" I asked, gesturing towards the hot tub with
my head.

"I'm there. Just let me put some shorts on," He said,
pushing me onto the bed.

"Babe?" I asked, puzzled. "We're alone, why do you
need shorts?"

"Ohhh yeah," He said, in an "Eureka! I've got it" tone

I just shook my head at him and laughed. He pushed me
back onto the bed and straddled me. And with a "You
shut up," he kissed me lightly on the lips, our lips
just barely making contact. He did that a couple more
times, then dove onto my lips with a fury. We kissed
passionately, our tongues darting in and out of each
other's mouth. We kissed for minutes, until the both
of us needed air. Erik pulled away, but not before
licking my nose.

"Ack, you," I said, wiping my nose

"Come on," He said, slapping me on the leg. "Let's get
naked and get in there," He said, hopping to his feet.

I shook my head yes and hopped to my feet. I walked
over to the hot tub and slid back the cover. I rolled
up my shirt sleeve and stuck my elbow in. All the
meanwhile, Erik was looking at me as if I were insane.

"I had one of these in Florida. Elbow works better to
check temp," I said, laughing at myself lightly.


"Ok," He said, walking over to join me.

Erik shucked his shirt to the floor and brought his
fingers to the button of his jeans. In almost his best
stripper way, he undid the button and unzipped all at
once. I stopped my fussing with the water to give his
amazing body my full attention. He removed his jeans
fully, and tossed them to the floor next to his shirt.
He stood before me now in just a pair of black silk
boxers, which I had bought him. He flashed me his
patented grin, then tucked his fingers underneath the
elastic band.

"Time for the money shot," He joked, quickly yanking
them down.

I whistled as his cock came into full view. I began
salivating, almost instinctively as my eyes connected
with his half hard member. I walked over to him and
grasped his cock in my hand. He sucked his breath in
quickly. He buried his face into my neck and began to
suck at it lightly. I jerked up on his now throbbing
member a few times, then whispered lightly in his ear.

"I'll take care of this when we get in there?"

"Are you sure. I mean.....You know....."

I looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes, and he
started to smile lightly. I took my hand from his cock
and put it on the back of his head. I pulled his face
to mine and kissed him softly on the lips. I looked
into his eyes once more, and kissed him again, in my
way of quiet reassurance. He smiled at me, then
stepped up to the edge of the hot tub. He put his legs
in slowly, then dropped the rest of the way in. He
dunked his head under quickly, then re-emerged.

"All right sexy, lets see it,"

I grinned at him and quickly pulled my shirt over my
head. I tossed it next to his and quickly undid the
button on my jeans. I ripped the zipper down quickly
and let the jeans fall to the floor. Since I wore no
underwear, my cock hung freely, beginning to harden
under Erik's gaze. He motioned me towards him, and I
quickly obliged. I stepped up to the edge of the hot
tub, and Erik dove right onto my now swollen 8 inches.


As he continued his light kissing of my dick, my
thoughts flashed once more to my father. The mood was
no over. I pushed Erik lightly from my cock and got in
the hot tub. I dunked under quickly and then looked at
him. The sadness had once again taken me over. Erik
could instinctively tell. He slid over next to me and
kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Still thinking about your dad?" He asked, heartfelt
concern in his voice.

"Yeah," I replied softly. "I'm sorry baby," I said, a
tear coming to my eye.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for Adam," He said,
wiping the tear from my eye. "I love you, and I would
never do anything that would make you unhappy. Now
come here," He said, pulling me into a hug.

I could feel the tears starting to build as Erik
hugged me. But I fought them back this time. I let out
a sigh and buried my face into Erik's neck. I loved
him so much. I don't know what I ever did to deserve
someone so perfect as he was to me. No matter what the
problem, a few seconds in his embrace would make me
feel better. Even as happy as I felt in his arms, I
knew the problem of my dad was still there. And I knew
I would not be able to rest until I knew how he felt,
be it good or bad.

"I think I'm going to go talk to him," I said, pulling
away from his embrace.

"Okay, do you want me to come with you?"

"No. I think it would be better if I did this alone,"
I explained, stepping out of the hot tub.

"Okay, I love you baby," He said, grasping my hand and
squeezing lightly.

"I love you too," I said, drying off with the bathrobe
that hung by the hot tub.

After I had dried myself I slipped my clothes back on.
I grabbed my jacket from the floor and zipped it
quickly up. I dug in the pocket and slipped my hat on.
I blew Erik a kiss then opened the door. A blast of
cold air blew at me quickly, tossing snow directly
into my face. I sure hoped that wasn't an omen of some
sort. I shut the door behind me and began to walk down
way towards my father's cabin.

When I arrived at the cabin I found myself suddenly
chickening out. I stopped for a second and thought to
myself. 'You gotta do it Adam.' I thought to myself. I
brought my hand up to the door and knocked quickly, as
so I wouldn't have time to move my hand. I suddenly
found my throat extremely dry. I wanted nothing more
than to turn around and run back to Erik's embrace.
But something kept me there, thankfully.

I was sure I would've been crying if the freezing
temperatures hadn't frozen my tears before they left
my eyes. But I was sure the sadness hadn't taken me
over by the time Heather came to answer the door. She
smiled brightly at me, and pulled me into a hug.

"He's been waiting for you," She spoke into my ear.

I just smiled and thought 'Oh fucking great' to
myself. She let me then grabbed her coat from the coat
rack. "I'm going to get cocoa, I'll be back," she
yelled then quickly exited. 'Oh fucking great' I
thought again. 'Now we're alone' The nervousness that
had built up in me wouldn't even let me remove my
jacket. But remembering the little bit of manners my
insane mother had taught me, I removed my shoes at the
door. I walked into the living room of their cabin and
sat on the chair, directly across from my father.

As it had with Erik earlier, my throat completely
dried up. Every time I tried to speak, the words got
caught in my throat. My father had yet to take his
eyes off of me. I hated that his emotions were so
unreadable. I couldn't stand this silence anymore. I
cleared my throat and prepared to speak, but my father
beat me to it.

"Adam........Are you?"

Are you? He couldn't even bring himself to say the
word Gay. It was a fucking sexuality, not a terminal
disease. Any sadness I had left me with that
statement. But what was sadness quickly turned to
anger.

"Am I?" I asked loudly. "Its my sexuality dad, not a
terminal fucking disease!"

I hadn't meant to get so loud. It was just that
people, biggots, homophobes were my pet peave. In my
mind, being homosexual was not something you could
control. It was just who you were meant to be.

"Oh God, Adam I'm sorry," He said, his voice cracking
with the finish of the statement.

I brought my eyes from the floor and looked into his
eyes. I saw there, what looked like tears. Oh God, I
had made my father cry.

"Dad, I...." I started, but could not finish.

"Adam. Look at me," He spoke, his usual stern voice
returning. I obliged, and my eyes connected with his.
"Honey, I've known for awhile now,"

Wow. My dad had called me honey. But more
imporatantly, what did he mean he'd known for awhile
now? How? But then it occured to me, Heather.

"What do you mean you've known? Did Heather tell you?"

"No, I swear to you she didn't. Its hard to explain
Adam. When your a parent, a mother usually, you get
instincts. But since your mother is shacked up in an
asylum, God gave me them instincts. I knew from the
first time you brought Erik home. The look in your
eyes completely gave it away," He said, smiling
slightly.

I felt my heart lift quickly from my stomach. My
thoughts bounced quickly to my mother. I wonder how
she liked the wacko basket? Oh well. My thoughts
clicked back to the matter at hand. 'Instincts' I
thought. 'Erik's mom had said the same thing'

"Then you don't care?" I asked cautiously.

"Adam, I'm your father. Anything that makes you happy,
makes me happy,"

That was the end of that conversation for me. I jumped
quickly from the chair and he met me with a hug. In
all of my 18 years, this was the first time I had ever
hugged my father. We stayed like that for what felt
like minutes. I could never imagined my dad to take to
this so well. Not even had my dreams turned out so
well. I parted the hug and then looked at him. A
relieved smile was strectched across his face, as I'm
sure there was one across mine as well.

"What a relief," I said, letting out a happy sigh.

"Tell me about it," He agreed.

The discussion about my sexuality was officially over.
We talked for a few minutes more, the conversation
centered on my insane mother, and how she was liking
her padded room. After about five minutes of that, I
announced my departure, siting sleepyness, and the
desire to tell Erik how things had went. He said okay,
and gave me one last hug before I left the cabin.

I was almost skipping as I walked back to my cabin. I
opened the door quickly and rushed to where Erik was
sitting. I jumped on him quickly and began to kiss
him, not noticing at all that Heather sat across from
him. It was her amused that snapped me out of my
kissing trance. I started to blush lightly, then sat
on the sofa next to Erik. I grasped his hand in mine,
then turned to Heather.

"Everything went well I take it?" She asked, already
knowing the answer.

"Extremely well. Thanks Heather," I said, knowing she
had something to do with my father's attitude.

"I didn't do anything," She said, grinning at us.

She walked over to us and gave us both a quick kiss on
the top of the head. She grabbed her jacket from the
coat rack and exited the cabin. I turned back to Erik,
and noticed the usual bright, vivrant fire was back in
his eyes. I kissed him lightly, and began to explain
the goings on that had happened with my dad. With the
finish of my story, he grabbed me into and embrace and
just held me. I sighed out a contented sigh as he
began to lay down on the sofa. I followed suit, and
laid my head onto his chest. I looked up at him and
noticed his eyes were closed. I kissed him softly on
the nose, then laid my head back on his chest. I
sighed out one last time, and closed my eyes, Erik's
rhythmic breathing acting as my lullaby as I quickly
drifted off to sleep.

THE END....