Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 20:17:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Godia Forit <godia_forit@yahoo.com> Subject: The Jock and the Tutor Chapter 9 To my avid readers I am sorry that this chapter was so long in coming. At 72 I service and do maintenance on swimming pools. It was March when the last chapter was posted and since I work on swimming pools I think you can guess what I have been doing for the last 7 months. Hopefully work will slow down and I can get back to writing. It had been so long the character?s stopped telling me where to go with the story. I had to reread the previous 8 chapters to get started again. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If you do download it please download the entire chapter including pre/post comments. This story is a work of fiction. 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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 9 As usual I awoke just before the alarm went off. I was on my side, Troy spooned against me, his arms wrapped around me. I could feel his morning hard on poking at my butt. The radio alarm came on. I did not want to get up. It just felt too good to disturb. Troy let go of me, rolled onto his back and moaned as he stretched. As much as I wanted to pounce on top of him I had to piss so bad I think I tasted it. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. While I was standing there peeing Troy came in and stood next to me. It was only a minute later and Robby came running in and stood on the other side. I am sure hearing the sound of us peeing set Robby off. I couldn?t believe how at ease I was with being naked in front of them. A month ago I wouldn?t even let Robby see me in my underwear let alone naked. I finished, turned the shower on and waited for hot water. Troy and Robby started a sword fight with their streams. ?Cut it out both of you!? I yelled, ?You are making a mess on the floor.? I swear sometimes Troy acts more like a 10 year old than 17. I also don?t think he understands the seriousness of his mother?s injuries either. He thinks she will be sitting in the audience when he walks across the stage. I stepped into the shower. Troy was right behind me. He shampooed my hair and started washing my body. Robby was standing watching us. ?You love him,? Robby said, ?Don?t you?? I don?t know who he was talking to but we both said without hesitation, ?Yes? I immediately panicked. I looked at Robby. He had this weird wide grin. ?Robby,? I said, ?You can?t??? Before I could finish Robby said, ?Iwon?t, not anybody.? He continued to stand there and watch us in the shower. I sort of forgot Robby was there. Troy?s hands roaming all over my body had me in euphoria. When Troy finished he started shampooing his hair. I was too short to do the job properly but I wasn?t too short to do his body. I took the bar of soap and with both hands rubbed across his shoulders and down his back. While Troy had his hands up scrubbing his hair I did one of his armpits and then the other. I moved next to his back as I was standing behind him. Doing his buttocks and thoroughly between them I knelt down to do first one leg and then the other. I worked back up to his shoulders and turned him around. Doing the front just as thoroughly as his back, I skipped his cock which was now standing straight up. I knelt down again as I did the front of his legs. He picked up his right foot which I cleaned, even doing between his toes. He set that down and moved to the left foot. My hands slowly crawled up the inside of his legs. I caressed and toyed with his scrotum. I heard this whimpering sound. It was not Troy. I looked out the glass door and Robby was flailing away. We really do have to tell him about lube. I stood back up, moved behind him, reached around and wrapped my fingers around Troy?s penis. That was all I did. Troy?s legs started shaking, his knees partially gave way and a rope of cum flew out his dick and shot across the shower hitting the door. Robby did not notice a thing. His eyes were closed and he was in the throes of his own ecstasy. I was seconds behind as I rubbed my dick on Troy?s hairy leg. We were all three panting when Robby said, ?That was the bestest yet.? ?That?s not even a word,? I laughed. ?Well it was anyway.? Robby replied. ?I?mgoing to watch you every morning from now on.? Troy and I rinsed off. I turned the water off and we got out to dry. Robby stepped in, turned the water back on and started stroking again. ?Use the soap to make it slippery.? Troy told him. He tried it and decided he liked it. ?You?re going to wear it out.? I said as I went into my bedroom to get dressed. Troy followed me saying, ?We?ll teach you about lube when we get home tonight.? ?What?s lube?? Robby asked, ?Can you wear it out?? He kept asking the questions over and over. We dressed for school and left my room laughing. When we entered the kitchen mom had another hot breakfast going. Three glasses of tomato juice sat on the table. As we sat down she brought Belgium waffles and sausages over to Troy and I. We were almost finished when Robby came in. His face was flushed and I had no doubt as to why. ?What are you doing about the football game?? Mom asked. Troy explained what happened yesterday in his mom?s hospital room. ?Ireally don?t feel like it. And my mind is not going to be on the game so I won?t play very well. They are supposed to take her off the coma meds and I want to be there when she wakes up.? ?They usually back those off slowly.? Mom said, ?It will be a couple of days before she will wake up. You could dedicate the game to her. That will help you focus.? Troy sat upright, looked at my mom like a flashbulb went off in his head. He smiled at her, she smiled back. Troy and I went upstairs to brush our teeth and get our stuff for school. When I turned to pick up my backpack it wasn?t there. I started to panic. When he saw the panicked look Troy said, ?We left them at the hospital.? When we got to the hospital we went straight to IC. The night nurse looked up because people were not normally allowed in that early. She saw it was us and said, ?She had a rough night. Probably because of the torture they put her through to set and pin the broken bones. I?m going to stay over this morning to keep an eye on her. I?ll get your dad if she gets worse and he can call your cell.? We scrubbed and garbed up. We stepped into the room and I almost passed out. She looked like she was dead. She had no color, was a white as the sheets. Troy stopped for just a second but then recovered and moved to her bed. He kissed her hand and started talking. Again he talked about graduation, about school, about our friends at lunch praying for her and lastly about football. ?Iam dedicating the game to you.? He said, ?Rodger?s mom suggested it.? I could tell he was chocking up and getting ready to cry. Before that could happen he kissed her hand again and said, ?See you after the game.? He almost ran out the door. I kissed her hand and said, ?I?ll be there for Troy no matter what.? Troy was gone when I went into the hall. I went to John?s room. He was there acting as if nothing was wrong. I just looked at him. When he looked at me he started tearing up again. He said, ?Let?s go or we will be late for school.? I wanted to stay and feed John his breakfast when it came. He turned, picked up both our backpacks and left without even saying goodbye to his dad. I went over and hugged John saying, ?He?s hurting bad.? ?Iknow.? John said as he hugged me back. ?He is being a jock ass. Can?t let his emotions show.? I chuckled at his play on words but that is just what Troy was doing. By the time I got to the car Troy had it running. Even before I had the door closed he had it in reverse and gunned it out of the parking spot. I got the door closed and grabbed for my seatbelt. He pulled out of the parking lot doing 30 as we turned. ?YOU?RE DRIVING LIKE A MANIAC!? I yelled. ?Stop the car. I want out. I?ll walk to school.? He continued with the gas pedal to the floor. I reached over and turned the engine off. I couldn?t get the key out because it was still in drive but the car slowed down. Somehow Troy got it over to the side of the road and stopped. I put it in park and pulled the key out. Troy put his arms across the top of the steering wheel, put his head down on them and bawled. I was out of my seatbelt and as much into his lap as the steering wheel would let me. I pulled his head to my shoulder and cried with him into his hair. I don?t know how long we were like that. We both stopped crying and just held each other. Eventually Troy said, ?We better get to school.? I took out my hankie, held it to his nose for him to blow. He did, I wiped it clean and then did the same to myself. ?Do I need to drive?? I asked. I was serious even though I didn?t know how and it would be almost 2 years before I would be old enough. ?No,? he chuckled, ?Ithink it would be safer even with me in the condition I am in.? As I gave him the keys back I said, ?Drive slow.? He waited for me to put my seatbelt on then started the car. He put it in drive but didn?t give it any gas. The car was moving about 2 miles per hour. I looked over at him. He had this ornery smile. ?You?re an asshole.? He laughed then started driving correctly. I had no idea what time it was. I don?t wear a watch. No one was in the hallway as we walked to first period. Class had already started. The teacher didn?t ask why we were late. Everyone acted as if we were on time. At lunch time Troy wasn?t in the cafeteria. I didn?t feel like eating. Did his mom take a turn for the worse? Did his dad call for him to come? He would not have gone back to the hospital without me. I?m sure he wouldn?t. Halfway through lunch period he came walking in. ?Where were you?? I knew I sounded like a jealous bitch but it wasn?t that I thought he was with someone else. I was worried it was his mom. ?Iwent to tell the coach I was playing tonight.? He said, ?We had a long talk.? Steven, our quarterback, jumped up, threw his fist in the air and yelled, ?ALRIGHT!? Everyone in the cafeteria stopped talking and turned to look at him. Steven looked around at everyone looking at him then shouted, ?TROY?S PLAYING TONIGHT?? The entire cafeteria let out a cheer. The prayer guy grabbed the hands next to him and everyone at the table just automatically held hands and bowed heads. ?Thank you Lord Jesus for answering my prayer.? He didn?t say what his prayer was but I could guess. The rest of the school day went rather quickly for some reason. Troy said we would leave and go to the hospital during ninth period so we could be back in time for him to get ready for the game. We went straight to IC. The night nurse was still there. She was asleep in the chair in Mary?s room. As soon as we went into the room the nurse woke up. ?Her vitals are normal again.? She said, ?We didn?t expect her to snap back this quickly.? Troy went to his mother?s bedside and taking her hand started talking to her. I went to the nurse, ?You?re still here?? ?Mary saved my life.? She said, ?Ican?t leave her when she needs me.? She didn?t expand on that. I moved to stand on the other side of Mary?s bed from where Troy was. Troy was saying to his mom, ?We are going to dedicate the game to you tonight so I hope we win. We are playing the team that is tied with us in the district so we have to win it. It?s going to be a tough game. I?ll come back after the game to let you know how we did. I love you mom.? He kissed her cheek then I kissed her hand and we left the room. John?s cast covered his chest and down his right arm below the elbow. He was clearly in misery, not from pain but because it itched. He was trying to squirm around inside the cast. It was funny to watch him. ?Damn thing isn?t going to last 6 weeks.? He said. ?How the hell do they expect you to survive this?? ?Yes,? Troy said, ?He is definitely better.? ?Why aren?t you at school getting ready for the football game?? John said. ?Yes, I am fine,? Troy said sarcastically, ?Isee you are too. We?ll be back in plenty of time.? I took a stick holding the card out of one of the plants John received, cleaned it, and then put it down inside his cast to scratch his itch. ?Oh yes,? John said, ?Down my back, down my back.? I did as told. John?s eyes rolled back and he looked like he was in bliss. ?You?re an angel.? John said, ?You don?t know how good that feels.? I finished doing his back and handed him the stick. He put it up his arm. ?Be careful with that,? the doctor said as he came into the room, ?You might start bleeding because the flesh becomes tender inside a cast.? No one said anything but John gave him a look that caused Troy and I to laugh. ?We started backing Mary off the coma meds.? The doctor said, ?It will be tomorrow or Sunday before we know anything, maybe even longer than that.? He turned to Troy, ?Ihear you are playing tonight. You know that was the high school I went to and tonight is home coming. I might be there if I can get away from here. I was a wide receiver too but not nearly as good as you are.? John said, ?It got you a scholarship and look where you are now.? The doctor smiled, ?Yeah, fixing your sorry ass. Seriously, I absolutely love what I do. Sometimes I wish I could do more.? ?Like what?? Rodger asked. ?Like brain trauma.? He answered. ?That is my major concern with Mary right now. We won?t know what kind of damage she has from the swelling, not for weeks, maybe even months.? I turned to Troy, ?That?s what I want to do. I want to go to medical school then do research on brain injuries.? The doctor chuckled. ?You have to be pretty smart for that.? ?He is.? John said, ?He?s 14 and graduating from high school this year. He helped Troy get straight A?s.? Troy said, ?We?ll go to Baylor so you can complete your pre-med courses then find the best school for brain trauma research.? ?Baylor is where I went to school. If this is true,? the doctor said, ?Iwill help any way I can, both financially and prepare you mentally.? He rubbed his hands together, ?Ican?t wait to get started. Come with me.? ?But I don?t want to miss Troy?s game.? I said. ?Neither do I.? he said, ?I?ll make sure we are there in time.? We went to what I assume was his office. It was the most cluttered room I have ever seen. I loved it. Books were stacked everywhere. His desk was piled high with folders. I think they were patient records but the hospital used electronic records so I am not sure. He searched thru his books and pulled 3 out. One was on anatomy, one on internal organs and the third was about the brain. Handing them to me he grabbed his laptop and was back out the door. I hurried to follow him. We went back to John?s room. Troy was already gone. He sat the laptop up on Johns tray. ?When we get to the game,? he told John, ?I?ll connect my phone to send video of the game to you.? He turned to me, ?Let?s get out of here before someone finds me.? I left the books he gave me in the room, gave John a goodbye hug and followed the doctor. Two doors down, we went into a back staircase, down the steps and out a back door. As he walked up to a Lamborghini the lights flashed and it chirped. OMG my heart was in my throat. I had never seen one let alone ride in one. Yes, I knew what it was. I could hardly breathe. It was an orange Aventador. Because of the color I?m sure it could be seen 5 miles away. The gull-wing doors opened. We got in and as they closed I tried to figure out the seatbelt. It was not a standard seatbelt. He called is a five point harness. He showed me how to do it talking as he put his on. When he started the engine the vibration gave me a hard on. OMG, OMG, OMG, my head felt like it was going to burst. He eased it back out of the parking spot. As he changed from reverse to first he revved the engine. The sound in the parking garage almost made me cum. The vibrations in my seat had me tingling all over. Driving slowly, in first, we got to the exit. He stopped, revved the engine again. There was a car coming up the street about half a block away. He pulled out in front of it. I braced for the hit. I shouldn?t have. He gunned it and we were at 45 MPH, the speed limit on this street, in a second. He shifted from first to fourth gear and idled along at 45. I looked at him. He had a serene look. It was normal for him. I think he took the long way to school and the football field just so he could get on the interstate and show me what the car was for. As we turned right onto the entrance ramp, he downshifted to second and floored it. By the time we were at the top of the ramp we were doing 80. Oh that and I came. ?Oh please don?t call me doctor at the game.? His voice brought me out of my after cum bliss. ?My name is Keith.? He down shifted, slowing us as we came to the off ramp. By the time we were down the ramp he had it in second. We stopped for the light and then turned right towards school. Turning into the football field parking lot he went around some barriers and back towards the athletic building. The parking space he turned into had his name on it. After turning off the engine the doors opened. Getting out of the seatbelt was much easier. I just flipped one lever up and the seatbelt fell away. When I stood up I could feel the cold wetness in my boxers. I was glad I had a jacket to carry in front of me. I didn?t know if it showed or not and I wasn?t going to take a chance on it. We walked around the front of the car. The doors closed and it chirped again. ?You can either stay with me down on the field or sit with your friends in the student section.? He said. I couldn?t decide which I wanted to do. I liked sitting with the students and yelling but then the chance to be on the field was exciting also. We went into the athletic building and down a hall. He stopped at an office and got me a field pass. ?Here,? he said, ?go sit in the stands and if you decide to come down to the field just show this to the guard.? I went into the stands looking for my freshman player friend. I don?t know if I was his friend or not but over the last six weeks he taught me a lot about football and what to look for. As soon as I saw him I waved. He waved back as I climbed the steps toward him. ?Don?t tell me that was you I saw getting out of that Lamborghini.? He asked as I sat next to him. I just smiled. ?You?re an asshole.? He said and turned his back to me. He only lasted about 10 seconds. ?Whose is it?? ?Doctor Patterson?s? ?How did you get to ride in it?? ?He gave me a ride from the hospital. Troy had to come to get ready for the game and the doctor said he would give me a ride.? ?What was it like?? I didn?t say anything. I stood, moved my jacket and showed him the wet spot. His scream and laugh could probably be heard halfway around the world. I quickly covered myself up as everyone around us turned to look. ?You ARE an asshole. He scared the piss out of you?? ?It?s not piss.? I whispered, ?Iclimaxed from the vibration of the engine.? He grabbed his ribs and fell off the seat he was laughing so hard. Of course everyone around us wanted to know what was so funny. I turned red. I can?t believe I told him. Back in September at the first game I surely would not have been this open. Thankfully when he recovered he wouldn?t tell anyone what it was about. About that time the announcer asked everyone to stand. ?God please protect these players from serious injury.? It was the prayer guy that sits with us at lunch over the loud speaker, ?Also place your healing hand on Troy?s mom so that she recovers quickly and fully. The team has dedicated this game in her honor.? The regular announcer took back over asking us to remain standing for our National Anthem. The game started and they kicked off to us. On the second play Steve took the ball, ran back and over towards our side, then threw it to Troy. Troy never changed his speed, never looked back, just put his hands up, caught the ball and ran all the way for a touchdown. I jumped up and down and beat on the freshman. He looked at me and then smiled. I think he liked how I was now getting into the games instead of just watching them. Part of it was I understood the game a little thanks to his help and part of it was Troy. In the first quarter Troy made 3 touchdowns with 5 catches. Once he got the ball it was hard for the other team to stop him. I couldn?t believe how he would still move down the field with 3 guys trying to stop him. It had to be the inspiration of doing it for his mom. Second quarter they put 2 guys on him. I told the freshman that was unfair. He laughed at me. It didn?t stop Troy though. He still made 5 catches and a touchdown. It did open up the tight end that was running up the middle. If they pulled the guy on the other side then the other wide receiver was open. Every time they put only one guy on Troy it was a touchdown. At half time I moved down with Doctor Patterson. It was harder to see what was going on down there but I got to be closer to Troy when he was off the field. The smell of all the sweating guys was intoxicating. During the fourth quarter I heard a snap. It sounded like someone broke a stick. Keith was immediately out on the field even before the referee stopped the clock. He yelled for me to follow him. I didn?t know what was going on. My heart went to my throat but I was right behind him. A player from the other team was on the ground screaming. Before he got all the way to the player he was motioning for the paramedics to bring a stretcher. When I caught up with the doctor he was kneeling over the boy telling him to stay calm and don?t move. I looked down and his foot was turned the wrong way. I know it sounds stupid but I thought ?isn?t that uncomfortable. Why doesn?t he move his foot back?? Doctor Patterson held it in place. When the paramedics got there he had me lift the boy?s knee while he lifted the leg below the knee. They put this thing on him and then inflated it. Next the four of us lifted him onto a stretcher with the doctor doing his legs. As the paramedics rolled him off the field everyone cheered. He gave a thumbs up sign back to the crowd. As Keith and I walked off the field he said to me, ?You did great. Most guys would have fainted when they saw his leg like that.? It was then that it dawned on me his leg was broken below the knee. I just said, ?Thanks Keith.? I smiled at myself internally, happy that I didn?t faint and happy that I decided to go into medicine. Keith put his arm over my shoulder and said, ?You?re going to do well in med-school.? Keith got on his cell phone and notified the hospital that the paramedics were bringing the boy in and that he wanted an orthopedic surgeon on hand. Every guy on the team played better than I had ever seen them. Even the defense was better. The final score was 52-6. The other team had kicked 2 field goals. At the end of the game Keith said he had to go into the locker room to check for injuries. I just followed him. Wow, the stench was overwhelming. It excited me. It is a wonder I didn?t hyperventilate. As we walked through the room there were different smells. I guess different guys sweat smells differently. I followed Keith back to the training room. Keith had me help him. As he would need something he would tell what he needed and where it was. Most of the time I didn?t know what he was talking about then he would describe it. One guy had a groin injury. When Keith was prodding around his dick and balls he started getting hard. He looked so embarrassed. He looked at me watching. I said, ?Don?t worry, it happens to everyone.? I didn?t know that but I thought it would ease his embarrassment. We had checked out 5 guys and had 3 more to go when Troy walked in. He had showered and dressed. ?They said you were in here assisting the doctor.? Troy said, ?Iwas worried you were operating or something.? I gave him a disgusted look. He laughed. ?He can?t leave yet.? Keith said, ?Ineed his help. He is going to have to be here every game from now on.? By the time we finished I knew what Keith wanted before he asked and had it ready for him. He had me trained to wash my hands and put on clean gloves every time we changed people. Without him telling me, I would clean up the area while he moved onto the next guy. There were 3 stations to work from. I would have the next guy sit on the table, ask him what the problem was, get the things Keith would need, then move to the next table. I would clean that area, have the next guy sit and kept rotating behind Keith. I must have used a hundred pounds of ice on guys who had bruises. Troy just stood there amazed at how we worked together. His smile got bigger and bigger. Keith finished the last guy and I started cleaning that section up. He said to me, ?Ihave never seen someone pick up the routine that fast. You are a natural, and you didn?t puke or faint.? I never thought about it but now that he brought it up I sure was glad I didn?t puke or faint. I did notice some of the guys couldn?t look at what Keith was doing to them especially the ones with cuts and gashes. Sometimes they would flinch and jump when he cleaned out the wound. Troy and I left to go back to the hospital. I thought about Keith driving his Lamborghini. I got hard just thinking about riding in it. When we got to the hospital we went straight to Mary?s room. Even though it was way past visiting hours no one stopped us. The night nurse was in her room. ?She is doing very good.? The nurse said, ?She is starting to stir from time to time.? ?Can I stay all night?? Troy asked. ?No,? she replied, ?Iwould get in trouble and she needs to rest. It will be at least tomorrow before she becomes awake. It probably won?t be until Sunday.? ?What about his dad?s room?? I asked. She smiled and said in a German accent, ?Iknow nothing.? Troy talked a little longer to his mom and then we went to his dad?s room. ?WOW, What a game.? John told his son and then to me, ?And I heard you were the perfect assistant.? I just smiled. It just confirmed that I really wanted to be a doctor. Troy started in, ?Ican?t believe how easy it was. It was like I had someone running interference for me.? ?It was your guardian angel.? I said, ?Ikept praying to him all night long to protect you and for you to have a good game since it was for your mother.? ?Well he must listen more to you than he does to me.? Troy said. ?He seldom answers my prayers.? ?Maybe he does just not in the way you expect him to.? I replied, ?God gives you what is best for you not necessarily what you ask for.? ?Even our accident might have been God?s will.? John said, ?Look how it guided Rodger to medicine. And connected him with Keith.? Troy just shook his head. I said, ?Ibelieve God does things like that.? Troy snorted a laugh. ?HE DOES!? I yelled, ?What if you didn?t need tutoring and my mom didn?t volunteer me to do it. We would still hate each other.? ?Inever hated you.? Troy said, ?Ihad fun picking on you but I didn?t hate you.? ?Well I hated you.? I was almost sobbing. ?You and your friends used to make my life hell.? Troy stood there with his mouth agape. His dad had a stern look. ?You picked on someone younger, smaller than you.? His dad said, ?You?re nothing but a bully.? ?No, no,? Troy said, ?It wasn?t like that. We were just having fun.? ?It wasn?t fun for me.? I said, ?It was pure hell.? ?I,----- I,----- I?Troy couldn?t talk. I could see in his eyes, his face, the way his body just hung there, he was truly shocked. His dad said, ?You need to tell all the people you ever HAD FUN at their expense you are sorry.? Turning to me he asked, ?When did all this start?? ?Idon?t know,? I said, ?Maybe second grade.? ?SECOND GRADE! And I thought I raised you better than that.? ?It's not, it wasn?t bullying. It was just having some fun.? ?What did they do?? John asked me. ?They tripped me going down the hall at school, slapped my books out of my hand, pushed me into a locker and closed the door.? ?It sounds like bullying, it looks like bullying, because it is bullying.? It was bringing bad memories to me. I had to get out of there. I ran out the door. I heard Troy yell my name. ?RODGER, RODGER, WAIT!? That was all I heard. I ran into the stairway Keith had shown me. I don?t know if Troy was following me or not. I didn?t hear him as I took 2 steps at a time to get away as fast as I could. He?s a 10 year old if he thinks that was fun. I thought of this morning when he was having a pissing fight with Robby. I ran around Keith?s car and sat against a pillar next to it. I cried. ?I?msuch a baby.? I thought. I don?t know how long I sat there but it wasn?t very long and my cell rang. I looked at the caller ID and it was Troy. I sent it to voice mail. It rang again. Again it was Troy and again I sent it to voice mail. That happened 5 or 6 times before he finally got the message and quit calling. I looked at the time on the phone; it was 1:30 AM. I cried again. At almost 2:00 my phone rang again. It was my dad. ?Shit,? I thought, ?Ibetter answer.? I pushed the answer button and before I even could get it to me ear I heard my dad. ?Are you okay?? ?Yes,----No,----I guess sort of.? I said. ?I?mnot hurt if that?s what you mean.? ?Iguess you?re not riding home with Troy.? He said. ?Where are you? I?ll come get you. You?re not in trouble I just want to make sure you?re okay.? ?That?s okay,? I said, ?You don?t have to. I can walk home.? ?YOU ARE NOT WALKING HOME.? He yelled, ?It?s two in the morning. Where are you?? ?In the doctor?s parking garage.? ?Meet me at the front entrance in 10 minutes.? He said. ?No,? I replied ?Troy might be there.? ?I?ll call John and make sure he stays there.? I waited 11 minutes. I wanted to make sure my dad was out front before I went around. He was. As I got in the car he said, ?Tell me what you want or don?t tell me. It?s up to you. I can?t help you if I don?t know what is going on.? We drove home in silence. I was really tired and fell asleep. Dad woke me after he pulled into the garage. My mom was sitting in the kitchen when we came in the back door. I couldn?t talk. She didn?t say anything either but I heard her and my dad talking as I went up the stairs. I had no sooner turned my light on when Robby came barreling through our bathroom door tackling me onto my bed. He buried his head into my chest. He was shaking but he was not crying. After a few minutes he sat up and said, ?Don?t you ever do that to me again.? I wrapped my arms around him. I never knew he thought that much of me. I fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning I was in the middle of my bed. Someone had taken off my shoes and socks and covered me with a blanket. If you have any comments about this story, please send them to: godia_forit@yahoo.com Because I write multiple stories please put the name of the story in the Subject line. P.S. Please remember that Nifty provides us with this service for your enjoyment. Go to this link and show your appreciation. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html