Date: Tue, 8 May 2012 03:52:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: How I Lost My Virginity, part -2

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How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 2. September 1993


First week of senior year at Amarillo High School.


I emailed my schedule to Daniel, he wrote back saying we only had one class
together, that was gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays. One thing I forgot to
tell you about Daniel, I got so used to it I hardly notice any more, he
wears two hearing aids, he's practically deaf but not totally. He can hear
but it's really poor quality. Without his hearing aids he says his hearing
would sound to me a bit like listening to a conversation in the next room
by pressing your ear to the wall. He can hear music but it's not like it
sounds to us.


I asked my friend Bethany if she would go to senior prom with me next year,
she said yes. Sometimes she gets too clingy. I was hoping she'd figure me
out and know that we're never gonna have sex or get married or
stuff. Sometimes I think she's not too bright or maybe too desperate to
realize what's going on.


Today is Tuesday. It's 7th period, gym time. Lunch breaks are over. I was
hanging out in the study carols in the student commons trying not be seen
by the abusers on campus. It's hard to be invisible when you're about six
feet tall. Daniel goes un-noticed a lot. Or maybe he's just ignored since
his sexuality is old news.


Our last names are at opposite ends of the alphabet so we're not likely to
be close in the locker room. Sure enough, I got dressed and into the gym
when I first saw him also dressed in our dorky school gym outfits, shorts
and an athletic tank top. The instructor said we would be doing track and
field for our first semester, weight lifting and gymnastics 2nd semester,
and swimming the third semester. Our semesters end around Thanksgiving,
March 1st, and June 7th.


I've seen Daniel naked lots before but not since last spring. He's blond,
about 5'7" maybe 120lbs, long hair, skinny as can be, and not very well
built. I think he wears his hair long to cover his hearing aids. He's built
for running or pole vaulting.  We never really spoke much in gym today. I
saw him in the shower. His dick looked longer this year. Never seen him
with a boner. He has blond pubes and not much hair anywhere else. I also
noticed Carlos was not in our gym class this semester. That could have been
interesting.


After gym I ran into Daniel again in the hallway, our hall lockers are
really close. He bragged a little about going out with Carlos tonight, I
mostly ignored what he said.


Today when I got home I tried something I had been researching for a while
on Compuserve, if I could join different groups without my mom knowing what
I was doing. Daniel helped me find out. And just like that I was in the
first gay youth oriented group online. Got my handle instead of using my
membership number, I was officially in the group and entered the chat
room. I selected a user search by region and found about 50 members from
Texas, only one other from Amarillo. Gulp.


I clicked on his link to check out the bio, he was a senior at Caprock High
School on the south east side of town. His handle was RapidFire, mine is
Eastwoody. I messaged him. Nothing happened. So after a few minutes I
opened Word and started my english homework.


I was about in the middle of page two of my paper on Stephen King when
there was a chime from the forum client, I have mail! My heart pounded. I
clicked a few places and it popped open.


"Hey Woody..." he started. "Nice to know I'm not all alone in town. Where
you go to school? I'm a senior at Caprock. Write back when you can. RF" is
all it said. I clicked on REPLY, the window opened and my brain locked-up.


After about five minutes of staring at the screen I laid down next to Crow
on my bed. He moved one paw onto my arm and nudged me with his nose. I
think he wanted to play.


"Hey boy!" Made his long bony tail whack repeatedly against the bedroom
wall on his side of the bed. We stared briefly, I could tell he could see I
had something troubling on my mind.


Crow got up stepped off the bed, headed out the door and the room was quiet
again. I heard a crash in the kitchen then prancing down the hallway and in
returned Crow with his leash in his mouth. He must have pulled it off the
counter and knocked something down in the process. According to house
rules, everything he does is my responsibility. So I got up to
investigate. It was nothing really just an empty plastic water jug on the
floor we usually kept in the refrigerator.


I hooked him up and out the front door we went towards the ball field. We
were near the campus when my mom's car rounded the corner, I waved, she
waved back. Crow and I headed for the baseball field which was fenced-in
and dog safe. I always brought an oops bag, so that was never a problem or
the maintenance staff would have banned me from the property for life.


We played tennis for about ten minutes, then he got bored so we just walked
the long way home along the back side of the block we lived on and inside
the front door. He headed right for the water in the utility room. Mom was
cooking dinner.


"Hi Hon!"  "Hi Mom."  "How was your day?"


"Oh, nothing new really. First week is always full of threats but little
substance. We just went to play tennis and he wanted to go the long way
home." I said as Crow appeared next to me in the kitchen then leaned into
my hip. Mom smiled. Water was dripping from the sides of his mouth, danes
are sloppy drinkers and eaters. Great dane byproduct we call the mess. "
How was your day?" I asked knowing she cannot discuss work at all with
anyone.


"Oh, same old stuff really. Make any new friends at school?" She always
asked early on in every school year hoping I would find someone to replace
Daniel.


"No, really just kept to myself like always. I got my best bud right here
on four feet!" I proclaimed patting Crow harder on the back of the neck as
his tail swayed into the cabinet doors and counter edge. By now the water
stopped leaking from his mouth.


"You really should try to make new friends, you know it's not good for your
depression to stay alone all the time and a best friend on four legs is not
normal. Have you turned in any more papers to Mr Levinthal?" she asked.


"Yep, I got one ready for next week. And I asked Bethany to go to Prom with
me, but she hasn't talked to her parents yet."


"Good job! She's a very nice girl. You should take her to the movies
sometime."


"Okay mom," I said as I walked towards my room, with my four legged shadow
right behind me. She got in the last word by shouting, "Dinner in twenty
five minutes!" I closed the bedroom door, then opened it, let Crow in, and
closed it again.


Back to my desk, opened the message composition window and put my hands on
the keyboard hoping something would make it from my brain to my
fingers. Then it started...


"Hey Fire. I'm a senior at AHS. You been in this group long? I just
joined. Thanks for writing back." I clicked SEND and the window
disappeared.


A few clicks more and I was back in my english paper trying to summarize
the life and career of Stephen King for english class. Luckily there's a
really decent encyclopedia on Compuserve saves me from going to the
library. Most of the kids at school are on AOL, so are the teachers so I
don't think many of them will know my sources or how much is close to word
for word from the encyclopedia. I got two more paragraphs done when the
email chimed again and my heart skipped a beat again.


A few clicks and a small window opened, it was from RapidFire again.


"Hey Wood. So what kind of music do you like, I'm into pop and dance. Wanna
go see Lethal Weapon 4 with me next week when it comes out? It's playing
all across town. I guess you're into clint eastwood, right? I love his
Harry Calahan character. How's school over on the west side?"


I clicked on REPLY and fired off: "Thanks for writing back Rapid. I think
my mom is a bigger fan, we got all his movies on tape here. She thinks he's
a hunk! I like the cannon he carries and his attitude towards the bad
guys. So what you taking this semester? Yes, I would love to go see LW4
with you. I think it opens next weekend, right?"  Clicked on SEND.  Then I
sat there staring at the screen.  BEEP!  A window opened.


"You wanna chat instead? Go to the forum chat room, click on PRIVATE CHAT,
and my user name, I'll be waiting."  I clicked on DELETE.


A few clicks and I was over in chat, found the private chat icon, located
RAPIDFIRE on the list and clicked on INVITE. A new window opened with dots
tracing a line across the screen.


RAPID> Hey!  WOODY> Hey...  RAPID> whazup?  WOODY> So you have a real name?
RAPID> Tom, Thomas. You?  WOODY> Robert, Rob, Bert, and Woof. HA!  RAPID>
Not sure if I want to know about the woof, but nice to meet you. Where u
from?  WOODY> I live near my school with my mom, AHS as a senior. U?
RAPID> Near Grand and 35th Ave about 5 blocks from school. U in a
relationship?  WOODY> Wow. No. Not right now. You?  RAPID> Wow huh? Did I
stun you? No. I'm single. You work?  WOODY> Yes, at the Vet hospital on
Bell St. at the malls. You?  RAPID> Star's Drive-in on 27th Ave. Car?
WOODY> Mom's once in a while. Otherwise bicycle. U?  RAPID> Same. Parents?
WOODY> Me and mom only. Her car. No sibs. U?  RAPID> Same. Dad died in 1988
- car. No sibs. U college?  WOODY> No. Taking time off. I need to relax for
a few months. Then maybe CC. U?  RAPID> No. I want to go to business school
in Lubbock then open my own restaurant.  WOODY> Wow! I may write for a
newspaper or start my own online service.  RAPID> U see LW3?  WOODY> Y. I
liked LW2 better. U?  RAPID> Same. Well I gotta go, dinner is calling.
WOODY> Mine should be ready soon too. Email me sometime I am 345672.1442
bye RAPID> Cool, will do. I'm 122884.183 bye


The window sat there with the cursor blinking. I looked to the bed, Crow
was laying there upright staring at me. "It's fine boy, he seems like a
good person." That made him lower his chin and tail thump against the wall
a few times. Then Mom called, "Dinner!"


After dinner I did a compuserve search and found his name, that ID number
is registered to Thomas Riley Jr. Amarillo TX. I laid in bed after homework
thinking what a Thomas Riley Jr would look like. Sounds Irish, I pictured
red hair and freckles. I was asleep by 9pm still in my clothes.


I did write several emails to Daniel but never mentioned Tom. Nor did I
mention Daniel to Tom when I wrote him later on that evening.


Friday Morning:


I woke up to my alarm at 6am. Up and into the back yard with a small poop
bag. Crow did his stuff quickly then I went to the shower. By 6:50am I had
myself ready to leave for school. Crow was alone in the back yard, I was
sitting in the kitchen reading my homework assignments for the month and
checking off what I got done already. Then came that woof. Crow had a
custom `woof' that was different from any other bark. He used it just for
calling me, it was my name in dog language. I opened the door, he was
standing on the sidewalk tail wagging. He was so proud he trained me to
listen for my name and come when called! Sometimes I wonder who really is
the dog in the family.


School ended early today. We had an assembly in gym, the entire student
body for several speakers about drugs-gangs-crime, bullying, lastly there
was recruiting for the cheer leading team and the student choir. We got out
about 2:30pm instead of 3pm. Same routine at home. Dog goes out first, then
the walk where he decides the route. He likes the backwards loop on the
sidewalks because he gets to sniff and leave some pee markers. I noticed
for the first time there was some gang graffiti on the mailboxes we walked
past. Just what we need is gangs in our neighborhood.


When we got home I got a call from Bethany, we chatted for maybe 20 minutes
when Mom came home so we got off the line and I carried in the groceries
and helped make dinner. I had already showered and was only wearing school
gym shorts. I am like the only man in her life, she seems to warm up when I
dress this way. What the heck right? She still sees me nude maybe a dozen
times a year, I don't really care. As long as I don't have to see her.


I logged into Compuserve and checked my email. Two from Daniel and two from
Tom. Tom attached a photo of himself, looked like a family Christmas party
picture. He had black hair, dark brown eyes, looked medium build and very
well dressed. His hair was over his ears and almost to his neck. He had a
nice smile, big hands, thick eyebrows, and really white teeth is about all
I could see. The rest of the people in the photo looked Mexican or
something.


I asked mom to take my picture, so I took Crow into our back yard and had
her shoot us close up, me shirtless, kneeling next to Crow with him staring
at the camera as if to intimidate mom.


I took the camera, plugged it into the computer, cropped the photo and sent
it to Tom with a better description my myself. Five minutes later I got a
"Wow-huge! You look good too!" back from him then nothing the rest of the
evening. I got his humor.


Saturday I worked. Before I left I emailed Tom my phone number. Since we're
using dial-up mom got me my own phone line in my room. Otherwise we'd be
fighting over online access all evening. She likes to use the cooking
forums and chemistry nerd group on Compuserve too. I email her once in
awhile instead of leaving a written note. She thinks that's dumb, but she
always emails back.  Maybe I forgot to tell you that after years as a
volunteer when I turned fifteen the vet hospital offered me a part time
job.


After work I drove across town with my sunglasses on in mom's car to the
Star's Drive-in where Tom works. I sat inside and ordered a Coke and onion
rings. Then I saw him in the kitchen but he was too busy to notice me. He
was wearing an apron and a paper hat but the face was exactly the same as
the photo. He looked like he was around 5'8" and fit, black hair not too
long. Partially over the ears. Average nose. He seemed happy what he was
doing I couldn't see his face straight on but he looked part hispanic. I
ate my stuff and left for home. When I got home I took Crow for a walk his
choice again, this time I saw more gang graffiti around the
neighborhood. Now it was on curbs and signs too. Seemed to grow
overnight. We just got the speel about that at school on Friday. We were
told a drug gang was moving into town and should secure our homes,
bicycles, and stuff at school and use the buddy system while the police and
FBI were working on the problem.


At dinner mom mentioned a story on the front page of the newspaper about
the same thing. We sat in the living room watching TV for a while and
noticed people were unloading a Uhaul truck into the house across the
street, which was a rental property. They all didn't look like the happiest
bunch of guys I saw before. The truck left around 8pm then all was
quiet. Crow growled a few times at the strange noise and voices outside. I
shushed him every time.


Sunday afternoon I drove back to the Star's Drive-in to spy on Tom if he
was there. We had been emailing daily but I never mentioned I had been
there. I walked in and got a seat with a tiny view of the kitchen. After
looking at the menu I laid it down and was shocked when Tom walked up to
the table. "You must be Robert, I recognize you from your picture." He said
holding out his hand to shake mine. My heart was pounding in my chest and I
could feel sweat start to drip down my ribs under my arms. I could barely
speak he was so gorgeous.


"Hey, I'm Robert Davis, nice to meet you. Sorry for the surprise visit."
"Not a problem. I wish I had time to sit and talk but I'm busy waiting
tables, all twelve of `em myself, our regular waitress is out sick today. I
usually work in the kitchen."  "Ahh yeah. Wish I could help. Well maybe I
should go then?"  "Oh no, stay and order whatever you like, it's on me."
"Oh I shouldn't." I stammered hoping he would pressure me to stay.  "Stay,
that's an order. Tell me what you want in a minute, I gotta get table 12 a
glass of water without ice this time."  "Cool. Thanks Tom."  "Be right
back."


Off he went. I stared at his butt as he walked off knowing he was being
scanned from behind. He had a nice small round ass, looked firm and
toned. I learned those words from the gay youth FAQ section on Compuserve.


A few minutes later he came back with an order pad. "Whaddya have then?" He
said with a toothy smile.


"Coke and a hot dog, mustard, onions, relish, and pickle."


"Cool, have it right out." He said walking off towards the kitchen at a
brisk walk.  About five minutes later my food arrived, it included fries
that I never ordered and some onion rings I also never ordered. "Sorry
about the extra stuff, the cook got the order wrong, you can have that all
at no extra charge." We both laughed as he set the plate in front of me and
walked off after being called to a nearby table. I ate everything on my
plate, drank the entire extra large cup of Coke and left a $5 tip, which is
a lot of money for me!


That night I only got one email from Tom, thanks for stopping by, he said I
was really cute and looked forward to going to the movie next weekend. I
got my homework done and took a shower then walked Crow to the baseball
field again to play tennis. It's catch and fetch to me, it's tennis ball
play to him. It eventually becomes chase the great dane with the tennis
ball and about the time his tongue stays hanging out the side of his mouth
I know it's time to head for the water bowl at home. Once again I had to
wipe up the floor with a few paper towels.


We fell asleep like always a mix of six legs, two arms, four eyes, two
noses, and snoring from both ends of the bed. He woke me up around 2am
kicking in his sleep. I slapped him on the thigh once which usually stops
it, then I slept until the alarm went off Monday morning at 6am to our
regular routine. When we got back from around the block I saw some guy
sitting in a chair outside the front of the house across the street. He
looked mexican and a little sinister in sunglasses and black clothes. I
tried not to stare or look like I noticed. He looked like he was guarding
something or a look-out or something.


The rest of the week was our normal routine. School, walk the dog,
homework, eat sleep, etc. I asked mom if we could keep our living room
curtains shut with the odd people across the street. She agreed. The week
seemed to go on forever. Friday finally arrived. Tom and I had agreed to
see the LW4 on Friday night at the Westgate Shopping Center on my side of
town. He got his mom's car and picked me up. I was standing in the driveway
when he arrived. Got in the front seat and gave him directions from my
place. We went up Bell Street so I could show him my school, to 34th then
west to Coulter, and north to the mall entrance. We had the radio on and
talked the whole way. I sort of didn't want the trip to end. We got to the
movie about 30 minutes early so we sat in the car with the motor off and
talked. It was uncomfortable because he was really direct.


T: "So you ever been with a guy before?"  R: "Ummm no not really. You?"  T:
"I had a friend last year in school but he moved away so I was single all
summer."  R: "You guys do it then?"  T: "All the time!"  R: "Wow. That's
cool. I guess I'm a little slower, maybe a little shy too."  T: "Yeah, I
could see the wet armpits on your shirt at work last weekend I knew you
were nervous. Trust me, you got nothing to be afraid of, I'm as nice as
they come."  R: "Good. Umm yeah. So you get popcorn in these places?"  T:
"So you ever kiss a guy then?" He asked ignoring my ploy to change the
subject.  R: "Umm uh not really." I stammered T: "You know you're cute as
hell right?"  R: "Uh my mom says so mostly I avoid people at school so I
don't get shoved into lockers."  T: "Wow. You get harassed?  R:
"Sometimes. You?"  T: "Can I kiss you once?"  R: "Uh sure I guess."


He leaned in with his eyes open turned his head and stopped about a foot
short looking me in the face. I leaned in stopping about four inches short,
he quickly laid a small kiss on my lips and sat back against the drivers
car door. My heart was pounding my dick got hard in an instant.


R: "Wow, that was nice."  T: "First time eh?"  R: "Not any more." I said
leaning back towards him now.


Tom leaned into me and laid another kiss on my lips a little slower and
longer this time, our mouths never opened.


"I think we should go inside now."  "Why the rush?"  "Oh, the lines might
be long."  "Screw the lines."


We sat in silence. I wasn't sure what his intent was but my dick was hard
and bent over in my pants, my hands were drenched, my voice was shaky, my
heart was pounding - I could hear it in my ears, and I felt a little dizzy.


T: "You look a little pale dude."  R: "I feel a little weird."


T: "Here, come with me." He said motioning for me to climb out the drivers
door and follow him. I got out and stood up next to him (noticing I was
about four inches taller), he opened the back door of his mothers car and
had me lay in the back seat. Closed the door and got back in the front seat
leaning over the seat staring at me on my back.


T: "Put your legs up high, against the window." I moved like he told
me. After a while I felt better.


I was laying on my back, Tom was hanging over the back of the front seat
staring down at me laying across the entire back seat. He reached down and
unbuttoned my shirt to my waist. Nobody had ever done that to me before
except my mom when I was a kid. My dick was throbbing. It was getting too
dark to see everything in the back seat. We'd been like this for about an
hour now just talking. We missed the movie start time and I had no idea
when the next one was, neither did Tom.


R: "So you part hispanic then?"  T: "Yeah, mom's Mexican born in Texas, dad
was German. They met in Germany during Viet Nam. You?  R: "Mom and I are
close, we don't know who my dad was. It's just the two of us. I'm starting
to cool off. Thanks."  T: "No problem. You're really cute you know."  R:
"You keep saying that."


Tom reached down and spread my shirt open more with one hand exposing the
middle of my chest and one of my nipples. He kept glancing at my chest.


R: "I could stand to do that kiss again, try for number three maybe?  T:
"Si."


I was surprised when he got out of the car opened the door by my legs and
climbed in kneeling on the floor between the front and back seat. I doubt I
could have fit there. He shut the door and pushed the locking button down
turned to me and started unbuttoning his shirt. I stared at his chest.


He leaned over into my face and placed a series of little kisses on my lips
and ran his fingers into my hair.


Just then we heard voices walking towards the car so he laid on top of me
while people got into the car right next to us and drove off. I think they
never noticed us laying in the back seat of this large Chevy Impala.


Their car started and drove off. Tom lifted his head so we were just inches
from touching noses.


T: "You know how to french kiss?"  R: "I think I know what it means but I
never done it."  T: "Here just follow my lead. You kiss with your lips
open, teeth apart, tongues meeting and rubbing each others, not too hard,
just enough to make it feel nice. Okay?"  R: " I guess so."


Tom moved in closing his eyes, turning his head, pressing his soft warm
squishy lips into mine and slowly opened his mouth. I could feel his nose
breathing onto my face. I felt I was inhaling his air sometimes. His lips
felt really large and squishy and soft. He pressed into me slightly and I
could feel the tip of his tongue slowly touch my teeth, then the tip of my
tongue, then like two separate people our tongues met and shook then
started to embrace and dance together inside our mouths. It was
wonderful. It felt like my heart had slowed tremendously. He started to
feel lighter and lighter laying partly on top of me. I moved my arms to
embrace his upper body and feel his back I slid my hands down to his butt
cheeks and give them a gentle squeeze. I shocked myself that I actually did
that. He never reacted to it so I tried it again this time leaving my hands
on his butt cheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze. He whimpered into my
mouth.


He slowly retracted his tongue, pulled his lips shut and placed several
gentle tiny kisses on my lips as he pulled off me stopping with about ten
inches between our noses. He had a very relaxed smile and the most
wonderful dark brown eyes that just pulled me inwards. I could have laid
there staring at that wonderful smile and those deep dark eyes forever. It
was as if I was hypnotized. Time stopped. We laid there smiling at each
other for a while I have no idea how long it was. I could hear other car
doors close engines start and cars drive off. We missed our movie.


We laid there in a pile for a time, I have no idea how long. He looked me
over, slid his hand down running his finger tip around my lips, nose,
eyebrows, down my neck to my chest, across to my right nipple and a little
lower as if closely inspecting my body, which has a very different build
from his muscular shape. Then he buttoned my shirt, then his. We never
spoke.


He pulled off me twisted around opened the door climbed out backwards,
reached his hand in offering me help out of the back seat. We got to the
opposite sides of the car and sat in the front seat staring at each other
again.


I asked him to drive past the mall to find a newspaper box I needed to get
todays paper and read the review of the movie because my mom was certain to
ask me about the movie when I got home.


We drove to in front my house, which was dark and sat parked in the
street. I noticed as we drove up that the living room curtains were open. I
figured Crow was watching from the shadows.


Just then there was a loud knock on the drivers side window. It looked like
it was that guy who moved in the house across the street.


R: "Be careful." I warned him.


Tom cranked the window down and asked him if he needed something. The guy
in the street had a hard mexican accent.


He asked Tom what we were doing out here in front of his house. Tom told
him I lived there we were just talking about school. The guy said he didn't
like anyone parked in front of his house. Tom told him we were across the
street and not really in front of his house.


Just then the guy pulled a switchblade knife from his pocket and forced us
to get out of the car.


My heart was pounding. Tom and I slowly backed up onto my front yard as
this dude slowly walked towards us with the knife in his hand slowly moving
it side to side. There were no street lights near our house but there was
enough light to see the knife and his face. Tom tried to get him to back
off after we backed several feet into my front yard. He seemed to be stoned
or drunk or something because he was staggering and slurring his words and
seemed itching for a fight.  Then in a flash when their words started to
get louder and Tom refused to move his car the guy lunged at him. Tom bent
over suddenly grabbing the guys arm as he slowly fell to the grass. I
yelled HELP! as loud as I could and in an instant I heard a huge crash
behind me.


I saw a huge dark thing fly between me and Tom, the guy who stabbed him
suddenly flew backwards onto the street with this huge thing on top of him
like an angry demon or something. I ran around the side of the house, into
the kitchen door and called 911 from the kitchen phone. Then grabbed a
towel and our first aid kit from the utility room and ran back out the
front door into the yard. Tom was on his side on the grass looking back at
me as I approached.


That's when I saw what happened. The guy that stabbed Tom was laying in the
street with Crow standing about halfway between him and Tom poised to
pounce again, growling at him. His growl sounded like distant thunder -
kind of creepy really. The guy was twitching.  I heard a gurgling sound
coming from the street. I came to Tom and looked at his belly. I pulled
hard as I could at his shirt ripping it open. I saw a cut to his stomach a
couple inches to the side of his bellybutton just below his waist line. He
said it stung like hell but wasn't bleeding as bad anymore.


Soon I heard sirens in the distance. In about four minutes the street was
full of police cars, ambulances, fire trucks, and FBI agents. I yelled at
Crow to go to bed, but he wouldn't move until the first police car arrived
in our street. Suddenly I noticed my dog was gone as I was watching the
police arrive and jump out of their cars, pistols drawn.


Apparently Crow had seen the guy stab Tom, dove through the living room
picture window and straight into his throat propelling him backwards about
fifteen feet. Crow hit him so hard he slipped out of his sandals which were
still next to the puddle of blood from Tom's stab wound. It looks like he
went airborn behind Tom, flew over his shoulder hitting the dude right in
the throat with his open jaws at about 40mph!


Mom came out the front door screaming. We all went to the ER to see how Tom
was doing. Mom never asked me about the movie. They released Tom that night
with 11 stitches. No major damage really. His bending over pulled his
stomach away so the knife really only cut the skin a little. He got an
antibiotic shot and was sent home. Mom met Tom's mom briefly then we drove
them back to their house. I drove their car back across town and mom drove
me home. We got home finally around 3am. Police were all over the house
across the street all night. They found three pounds of marijuana and some
weapons.


We found out the next day that Crow had gone for the guys throat and he
drowned in the street from his own blood. My Crow was a killer, or in this
case a hero and protector. We had our window boarded up for two weeks
before insurance had a replacement.


When we got back from dropping them off at home I went out in search of
Crow by flashlight in the dark. I called his name quietly around the
neighborhood. Around 4am he came running up to me from the shadows all
happy and wiggly. I got down and hugged him and kissed his face and told
him I loved him. His tail wagged so hard it was hitting both his sides on
every swing. It seems when the sirens approached he ran to the school and
laid down at the baseball diamond waiting for me to look for him but when I
got close he came running after he heard my voice.


Tom and I started to see lots more of each other. I introduced him to
Daniel. I had the chance to go to his house for dinner.


The next day I had mom drive me to the store so I could buy a ribeye
steak. We cooked it, sliced it into bite size pieces and I hand fed it to
Crow. We both hugged him after dinner and made him an ice cream cone
too. He ate the steak with his tail gently swaying side to side the whole
time. I knew he understood why he got it and didn't have to share with
anyone.


The next weekend Tom came over and had his chance to meet his rescuer. I
thought he was going to cry when he kneeled down to hug Crow on the TV room
floor. Crow put his chin on Tom's shoulder and Tom hugged him and rubbed
his back for several minutes, then he got the great dane tongue across the
face treatment that I knew would come but never warned him. That meant that
Crow liked him a lot.


Crow only once licked Daniel that way. Crow and Tom became good friends. We
later found out that we had the same US History books and started doing our
homework over the phone one night a week. Different schools, same school
district.


Mom was amazed that Crow went through the window without a scratch. There
was a small rip on the sofa cushion when he pushed off. Luckily it was a
single pane window. The new one is double pane. We agreed to keep some
sheer curtains shut on that window from now on.


The rental agency sold the house across the street and it was purchased by
an elderly couple with a cat.


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