Date: Thu, 08 Sep 2005 05:56:42 -0400
From: Vance Lister <vlista20@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler chapter 16

After dinner that evening Rick did up the dishes then retreated to his room.
  He was there no more then five minutes when his parents yelling from
downstairs peeked his attention.  He tossed his book aside then edged out of
his room and to the top of the stairs.
	"I don't understand why you brought one of them damn kids home in the first
place Karen." He heard his father's angry voice say.  "They are nothing but
trouble, the whole damn lot of them."
	"Robert I'm not gonna put him with another family that's gonna abuse him.
He's dealt with that shit his whole life.  There's no reason he can't stay
here.  Danny's off at college, we have plenty of room."
	Rick sat down gingerly on the top step wanting to be sure to make no noise.
	"I won't have him living here.  These kids ain't trustworthy.  Rotten kid,
will rob us blind."
	"He's not a rotten kid." he heard his mother's voice pleading desperately.
"Honey you have no idea the life this kid has survived.  He doesn't need to
be shipped off to another family that's gonna mistreat him.  A person can
only take so much rejection.  Tyler's taken more then most could ever fathom
handling.  His own parents damn near killed him three separate times."
	Rick's eyes widened as he himself had never fathomed such a thing had
happened to Tyler.  He suddenly felt incredibly guilty for his initial
mistrust of the guy.  He knew now Tyler was a good guy and hearing what he'd
just heard drove his guilt levels through the roof.
	"That doesn't make me feel any better," his father retorted, "kid's
unstable, got to be."
	"No he's not.  He passed his mental evaluation.  His biggest problem is the
fact he doesn't like himself.  And with five different families all hating
him, it's no wonder he feels that way."
	"He's not staying here.  That is final." Rick rolled his eyes from the top
of the stairs, as that voice of his father's was not one that could be
reasoned or reckoned with.  "I want him out of here in one week.  That's all
I want, no further discussion on this."
	Hearing his mother's footsteps on the stone tiled floor he jumped up from
the step and ran back to his room.  He sat on his bed, pulling a pillow into
his arms he squeezed it against his chest, as he looked over at Tyler's
measly belongings that his mother had laid out on his bed.
	He cursed his father for being so hateful.  He sided with his mother on
this one, which was a truly rare occasion.  He'd not mind one bit if Tyler
moved in.  In fact hearing what he'd just heard, he would welcome it.  But
he also knew his father.  Even if his mother did end up winning out Tyler
would not be treated well by the man.  He wouldn't out and out hurt him, but
his father had a way of making someone feel smaller then head lice.  He knew
that was the last thing that Tyler would want or need.
	He was lying on his bed reading his English book when Tyler walked in at
nine fifteen.  "How was work?" he asked, looking at him and seeing him in a
whole new much more respectful light.
	Tyler shrugged as he peeled off his coat and dropped down on his bed.  "Not
so much fun when Robert's not there."
	"Can I ask a personal question."
	"You can ask it." Tyler kicked off his shoes and slid them under the bed
with one foot before lying back and putting his head down on the pillow.
	"How many foster homes you been in?"
	Tyler turned his head on the pillow and looked over at him.  "Why you wanna
know?"
	"Just curious."
	He looked back up at the ceiling, squinting his eyes in thought.  "Four."
	"How old were you when you were put into foster care?"
	"Fourteen."
	"Has my mom always been your social worker?"
	"No, only since I've been a foster kid."
	"You had one before you were a foster kid?"
	"Yeah some lady used to come by the house and interview me every now and
then.  My parents too.  She was a twit."  He drew his leg up in the air and
massaged his calf.  After lazing around for two and a half months, it took
it's toll to suddenly be on his feet again for five straight hours.  He'd
woke up twice the night before with a screaming Charlie horse.
	His ears started to tingle as he heard Karen and her husband reach the top
of the stairs.  "Damn kid thinks he can come and go as he pleases?  God
dammit Karen, he could up and kill us all in the night."  Tyler propped
himself up on his elbows and looked out the doorway, though all he could see
was the corner of the wall outside the door.
	"Ronald just shut up."
	"It's my house; I don't have to shut up.  Kid's shifty I don't like him."
	'Shifty?' Tyler's mouth formed out the word, not exactly sure what he meant
by that.  He'd not heard that one before.  He narrowed his eyes in confusion
then jumped as a door slammed loudly down the hall.  He dropped back onto
his back on the mattress.
	"Sorry man, my dad can be a real ass sometimes."
	Tyler looked over at him, now having a good idea where Rick had gotten his
bad ideas about foster kids from.  Rubbing his hand down across his stomach,
Tyler shrugged it off.  "No problem."
	Rick lifted his head off his pillow and looked him over.  He could tell it
was a problem and knew Tyler must be feeling pretty low after hearing what
he just heard.  He also got the feeling that it was nothing new for him and
could not imagine what it must be like to hear that crap all the time.
	"Tyler I'm sorry about the way I treated you when we first met."
	"Don't worry about it."
	"I am worried about it.  It wasn't fair.  I see that now."
	Nodding as he cracked the knuckles in his toes, Tyler continued to stare at
the ceiling.  He could not wait 'til he was living with Robert.  Could not
wait 'til he was with someone who actually wanted him around.  He could take
whatever came in his way over the next couple weeks, 'cause he knew it was
nearly over.  Soon he could be happy, and he had it to look forward to.
	Not daring to leave the room, he crawled under the blankets with his work
uniform on.  Rick did not question it, he already had a real good idea why
Tyler was doing it.

	On Saturday he packed up his things and was driven over to the Pollock's.
The Pollock's had two kids of their own and no foster kids, but had taken in
a few in the past.  Karen walked him to the door like usual, had a cup of
coffee with Mrs. Pollock then left, making him promise to come to her if
their were any problems.
	Having already worked the morning shift, Tyler unpacked his bag in his new
room then walked back out into the kitchen where Mrs. Pollock was reading
the paper at the table.
	"Can I go to my friend's house?"
	She looked up at him and half smiled.  "Sure, if you are coming home just
make sure you get in by ten.  Doors lock here at ten.  No one comes in after
that."
	"So you don't expect me to call or anything?" He asked, just wanting to
make sure the rules were clear.
	"Nope." She quipped not looking up from her paper.
	Tyler nodded then turned and left the house.  It was only a five minute
walk to Connor's and before he knew, he was being welcomed in by Carol.
"Get your ass in here boy it's freezing out there."
	He grinned as he walked past her.  She took off his jacket and hung it on a
hook by the door.  "So how's the new parents?"
	"Okay, I can spend the night if you guys want me," he blushed and put his
hand over his mouth, "sorry that was kinda rude."
	She chuckled and squeezed his shoulders.  "We were gonna insist on that
anyways."
	Connor came running out of his room wearing only a pair of sweat pants.
Tyler's heart beat faster seeing his muscular chest and cute little nipples.
  He threw his arms around Tyler and gave him a big hug.  Tyler nestled his
chin against his bare skin but kept his hands from roaming, as his mother
was still standing right there.
	"I just gotta get dressed; I thought maybe we could go out this afternoon."
	"Sure," Tyler smiled, always up for going out.
	Ten minutes later they were in the car heading north.  "So where are we
going?"
	"Well I was hoping we could go to a motel."
	Tyler's eyes widened.  "You horn dog."
	Connor grinned sheepishly.  "Well do you want to?"
	Tyler took a long deep breath.  "Okay, I do, but remember I don't look too
good, so try not to harp on it okay?"
	"I won't Tyler, I promise." He said bouncing up and down in his seat in
excitement.
	"Did you get condoms?"
	"Yeah, some other play stuff too."
	Tyler chuckled and put his hand over his mouth.  "Let me see."
	"Not 'til we get there." Connor said chuckling himself.  They pulled into a
motel about ten minutes later.  Connor went in alone and checked them in,
making no mention that they wouldn't stay the night.  They'd just pretend
when they left that they had a change of plans.
	He grabbed a paper bag out of the trunk before leading Tyler into the motel
room, with the number seven on the door.  "Lucky number." Tyler said
pointing up at it.
	Connor pulled him into the room and swung the door closed behind them.
"Lucky seven." he said tracing his finger down the front of Tyler's jacket.
He reached the bottom and poked in on his groin.  "Lucky number seven."
	Tyler grinned as he cupped the back of Connor's neck and pulled him tightly
into his lips.  They pressed their bodies together, as their tongues danced
around in each other's mouths.  Tyler struggled Connor's jacket off, and
threw it over a chair, then Connor pulled his jacket off.
	They separated moments later and Tyler looked down at the bag.  "So what's
in it?"
	Connor backed up and sat down on the bed.  He pulled out a tube of KY and
held it up.  "I thought I may need that."
	Tyler chuckled, as he sat down beside him.  "Me too."  He said, taking it
and setting it down beside him on the bed.
	Next he pulled out a deck of cards.
	"What's that for?"
	"Well," he said looking him in the eye.  "I figured you'd be leery of
taking your clothes off.  So I thought a nice game of strip poker would ease
you into it."
	"Oh yeah," Tyler said, taking the cards.  "Good idea."
	Connor reached back into the bag and pulled out a tube of strawberry
flavored warming gel.  Tyler laughed as he took it in his hands.  "Where the
hell did you find this?"
	"Internet.  Tastes good."
	"So you sampled the goods?"
	"Yeah, heats up real nice too."
	Tyler rubbed his hand down along his crotch.  "I'm getting excited just
thinking about it." He grinned.
	"Well let's get started then." he kicked off his shoes and crawled over the
king size bed.  He turned back around and sat on his butt, crossing his legs
in front of him.  Tyler turned around and sat in the same position.  He
ripped open the deck of cards.   "You actually know how to play poker?  All
the different games I mean?"
	"Yeah sure, you?"
	Tyler nodded.  "So dealer calls.  I got the cards so I'm the dealer." he
glanced up at Connor and grinned wryly.  "I call five card stud, 'cause we
are studs.  2's are wild."  He dealt out the ten cards, then fanned his out
in front of him.  Keeping his poker face, he reveled in the fact he had two
kings.  He looked over at Connor who threw two cards into the middle of the
bed.
	He took two cards out of the deck and handed them to him.  "I take three."
he said, setting down his three cards.  He picked up three more and said a
silent 'shit' as he still only had two kings.  "Well?"
	Connor laid his cards down revealing three eights.
	He said,'shit' aloud and pulled off a sock.
	"Whoa there." Connor said, holding out his hands.  "Don't go too far, too
fast."
	Grinning Tyler lifted his leg and stuck his foot in Connor's face.  "Smell
good?"
	Connor latched onto it and licked it from the base of the heel to the tip
of the big toe.  "Mm, tastes good too." he said, licking his lips.
	Tyler crinkled his nose up in disgust.  "I been working this morning man,
they can't taste good."
	"I like sweat."
	"Well there goes my hard on."
	Connor laughed and smacked him on the knee.  "Shut up.  Don't you have any
sense of erotica?"
	"You'll see when I lick your ass."
	Connor's face lit up and he could almost hear the cartoon like sound
effects to his dick rising up.  He picked up the cards and shuffled them.
"I call seven card stud.  Sixes are wild."
	The games wore on, and before long they were both down to only their
boxers.  Though now horny as hell, Tyler was still nervous about baring his
privates and he prayed the measly pair of eight's he had in his hand would
be better then whatever Connor was grinning at in his own hand.
	"Well sparkly what've you got?" He asked nervously.
	Connor looked up at him with an amused expression.  "Sparkly?"
	Tyler chuckled, "Your eyes.  They're all sparkly." he said pointing over at
him, then resting his hand back down on his knee.
	Blinking at him flirtatiously, Connor laid his cards down on the bed.
Tyler groaned seeing a pair of ten's and tossed his own cards on top.
Connor elated they were finally through playing the game looked at Tyler and
saw his nervous hesitation.  "We don't have to if you don't want." He said,
praying Tyler would want, but feeling guilty that maybe he had been to
pushy.
	Tyler shook his head, wanting it more then anything he'd ever wanted for in
his entire life.  He lifted himself up onto his knees and slowly lowered his
boxers, feeling his blood running up into his face, making it go hot as his
shorts moved downwards.
	Connor gulped, but kept a straight face as Tyler's scarred genitals came
into full view.  Though it wasn't as bad as he'd pictured, it was still a
sad sight to see.  Knowing Tyler would not want him making any big deal out
of it; he got up on his own knees and wrapped his arms around Tyler's waist
pressing his chest, stomach and groin into his.  He ran his lips along
Tyler's forehead then down his nose to his lips.  Tyler removed Connor's
boxer shorts, and not that he'd thought he'd been lying, was still shocked
to see the size of his endowment.
	Half an hour later, both still panting from their spent pleasure, they held
each other tightly in their each other's arms.  "That was incredible Tyler.
I can't believe we waited this long."
	Tyler chuckled.  "Yeah if only they had conjugal visits in the nuthouse."
	Chuckling himself, Connor ran his hand up and down Tyler's arm that was
wrapped around his chest.  He turned his head to the side and kissed his
forehead.  "I love you so much."
	Cupping his hand around the back of Connor's neck he pulled his head down a
bit and connected his lips to his while he intertwined their legs together,
his knee coming to rest gently against Connor's groin.  They both got hard
again within a few minutes and had to relieve themselves once again.

	They did not leave the motel until after five, then had to drive around
wasting more time so their hair would dry from their showers before they saw
Connor's mom.  Who would of course get suspicious if they both showed up
looking freshly showered.
	When they got back to Connor's she was just putting dinner on the table and
smiled at them as they walked in.  "I made chop suey Tyler.  Connor says you
love that at school."
	Tyler nodded, his eyes alight with pleasure, he was very hungry after the
afternoon's activities and could not think of anything better to hit the
spot.  "Thank you."  He remembered to say as they all sat around the table.
	He had a wonderful weekend up until late Sunday afternoon when he got a
call from Robert.  "How are you?" he asked, as soon as he'd found out it was
Robert on the phone.
	"Tyler I got bad news."
	Tyler's face fell, though he managed to keep his voice strong while he
asked, "what?"
	"I am gonna be here for at least a couple months.  My parents are making me
stay here 'til we get grams settled into a nursing home and sell the house.
They are enrolling me in school here tomorrow.  I won't be back 'til at
least the beginning of April."
	Mustering up all the courage he had, hiding his sudden deep despair and
putting forth his most confident voice he said, "That's okay Robert, I think
I'm really liking this new family.  You just stay there and do what you
gotta do."
	"I'm so sorry man, but I promise as soon as I get back.  Me and you we're
gonna be roomies."
	Tyler smiled at the thought.  Just wishing he didn't have to wait a few
more months.  Shortly after he got off the phone with Robert he packed up
his back pack, kissed Connor goodbye and walked back over to the Pollock's.
	Seconds after closing their front door behind him he heard his name being
called in the dining room and walked in to see them and their two daughters
sitting around the table.  "You want dinner?" Anne Pollock asked.
	Truly honored at the invite he was tempted to say yes, but having just
eaten a full meal at Connor's he smiled and shook his head.  "No thank you
ma'am."  She nodded and looked back at her plate.  Taking that as his
dismissal, he turned back out of the room and walked down the hall to his
bedroom where he spent the rest of the night sitting on the floor in front
of his bed doing his homework.

	His alarm woke him up early the next morning.  He got up and took his
shower.  Once he got to the kitchen he realized he was the only one up in
the house.  Not knowing what time they worked and figuring the girls were in
elementary school, which started an hour later, he figured it was normal
routine for them to still be sleeping.  Not feeling comfortable enough to
rummage through their kitchen as it had never been allowed at any other home
he turned out of the kitchen and quietly left the house.
	Connor's car horn jumped him nearly out of his shoes once he was about
halfway to school.  He smiled, turned and seeing his red car, then stepped
off the sidewalk, crossed the road and sat down in the front passenger seat
of the car.
	"What in hell you doin?  I was on my way to get you?" Connor asked, after a
quick kiss on the lips.
	"Well I thought I'd just meet you." Tyler half grinned as he adjusted his
back pack from his shoulder to his lap.
	"Things okay there?"
	He nodded without hesitation.  "Fine honest.  They even offered me to sit
with them at dinner last night.  Course I didn't 'cause I was so full." he
chuckled.
	Connor smiled, not having ever realized that being invited to sit at a
table to eat would be such and honor, but realizing to Tyler it was just
that.  "Track tryouts are today.  You please, please, please, wanna try
out?"
	"I can't man, I got a job."
	"Practice is out by 4:30 you'd still get to work by five.  And you'd only
miss one night a week or a day on the weekends for meets.  Most you'd lose
is like five hours."
	"I don't know,"
	Connor reached over and dropped his hand down on Tyler's thigh giving it a
reassuring squeeze.  "Just come and try out.  You got tonight off.  Then if
you make it, you can take the schedule to your boss and see if he can work
around it."
	"Okay loser," Tyler chortled shaking his head.  "And I don't know what in
hell you mean by if I make it.  I've got a damn fine running form.  I'll be
the star of the team."  He broke out laughing at his own ridiculous thought.
	"You do have a damn fine running form." Connor spoke up squeezing his thigh
again.  "Damn fine form all around.  And besides we'll be able to spend so
much time together if we are both on the team."

	Tyler wondered what in hell he'd gotten himself into the moment he walked
into the locker room for track tryouts at the end of the day.  He didn't
know why it hadn't dawned on him that the jocks, that all hated him, would
all be on the team or trying out too.  Every eye in the room turned to him
and Connor, though Tyler could tell it was him they were eyeing scornfully
and not Connor.
	Mitch Jacobs, one of his top teasers sauntered over with his gym shorts and
no top on.  "What you doin' in here Washington?"
	Connor grasped Tyler's hand and faced off against Mitch.  "He's here
because he goes here now. He's no more Washington than the rest of us."
	"Well let's just focus on the crazy then." He sneered, his eyes boring back
into Tyler.
	Tyler started to turn and leave but Connor's hold on him increased 'til it
was almost painful.  He turned and looked at him, seeing in his eyes that he
thought if he cowered back now it would never stop.  Though he was still all
for turning and running he didn't want to disappoint Connor and stayed where
he was.
	As the coach came out of his office and gave a speech about the tryouts,
how many would be picked and what was expected. Mitch pulled his eyes away
from Tyler though he still looked plenty pissed off.  Snide comments ran
rampant through the locker room as they all changed up, all of them directed
at, or about Tyler, who was cursing Connor for making him do this, almost as
much as he was cursing himself for being stupid enough to agree.
	He did notice that no one made any fag comments while Connor was there and
had to be a little thankful that Connor seemed to have enough clout among
them to save him from that particular degradation.
	With ice and snow still piled high on the track that surrounded the
football field they walked into the gymnasium after they'd changed up.
Tyler like everyone else was wearing the standard issue blue gym shorts and
a white T-shirt with the school's mascot, a ferocious lion emblazoned on the
back and the school's name written out where a pocket would normally be on
the front.
	He had a pair of old crappy sneakers on, that he knew full well would not
make it through a season of track, and had already started thinking of how
much he should spend on a new pair, though he still was not too eager about
the whole track team and more so him being a part of it.
	They spent an hour and a half running sprints, doing calisthenics, and then
ran around the perimeter of the gym five times which they were told equaled
out to a mile.  Tyler feeling proud that he'd at least held his own, as he'd
never gone out for any sport before was elated when Connor and one other guy
seemed incredibly excited about his performance.
	In the locker room after they'd showered and changed Connor was absolutely
certain Tyler would make the team and seemed to be even more certain that
he'd be a huge asset to the team.  As he talked, Tyler looked over the other
team hopefuls and noted none of them, but the one other boy were not one bit
happy about him doing so well.
	After they'd changed the coach walked back in with a clipboard and stood in
front of them all.  As the coach read down the names of those who had made
it, several cheered and clapped each other on the back.  When Tyler's name
was read the only one who cheered was Connor and it was quickly drowned out
by several boo's and snide remarks.
	Tyler's face burned in shame, he'd been booed by a crowd before but that
made it no less painful and humiliating when it was done again.  His eyes
focused in on the coach, who to his relief he noted the man looked angry,
and for once not at him.
	"I want to hear no more of that behavior among my team." he ordered, his
voice loud and strong.  "Anyone who continues to try and alienate someone
and not act as a team will find themselves no longer a part of this team."
	"But coach!" Allen Carlton shot out.  "He's a Washington, he's only trying
out to spy for them."
	"Don't be ridiculous." Coach Hayden snapped.  "This is high school sports,
not Mafia crap.  Now I want to hear no more about it!"
	"But what if he's gotta go to the nuthouse again.  Then we lose a team
member just because he can't keep his mind intact."
	Tyler's face burned a deep red, as Connor turned to Allen ready to lunge an
attack.  The coach's voice stopped him.
	"Leave Allen.  I don't want you on this team."
	Allen's mouth fell open as his own face turned red.  "You can't kick me
off.  I'm the best one you got."
	"You may be able to run, but you don't have what it takes to be a team
player.  I don't want you on this team.  I don't even want to see you in, or
anywhere near this locker room, while practice is going on."
	Tyler dared to look around and saw all Allen's friends were glaring back at
him with murder in their eyes.  Knowing it was just not worth it to be on a
team he was hated by, he looked back at the coach.  "I don't wanna be on the
team sir; don't kick him off on my account."  He looked at Connor
apologetically then hurried out of the locker room.
	Not feeling like facing anyone, not even Connor he walked out of the school
and hurried to the Pollock's.  Once there he went straight to his room and
lay down on the bed, curling his legs up so his knees were at his chest and
wrapping his arms around him.
	He couldn't believe how dumb he'd been to think he'd fit in enough to
actually join a sport.  He thought just having a few friends and a boyfriend
had made him forget his place, and was questioning his relationship with
Connor deeply when his bedroom door opened and Connor walked in.
	His feelings of doubt about the relationship faded seeing him, as he
realized he could never be happy without Connor by his side.  Whether he
deserved someone so great, he still did not know, but his wanting for the
guy overrode his many feelings of doubt.
	"I'm sorry," he muttered, his eyes darting up to Connor's face.  "I just
can't do it."
	"You can't not stick up for yourself Tyler." Connor said cautiously, as he
sat down on the edge of the bed.  "They are gonna ride you forever if you
don't."
	Tyler rolled over onto his back and squinted up at the ceiling as he laid
his hand on his chest.  "I've been ridden my entire life Connor, I only got
another year and four months in fucking high school, I think I can make it."
	"Yeah and if you go onto college with the same 'I deserve it' attitude they
are gonna ride you just as bad there."
	Tyler's eyes narrowed as anger shot through him and he glared over at
Connor.  "So this is all my doing?  It's all my fault no one likes me?"
He'd been of that opinion his entire life, but the fact someone else was
saying it to him, was really pissing him off for reasons really unknown to
him.
	"Of course not," Connor shook his head and rolled his eyes wishing he could
just say it right.  "But I think you can stop it.  You can show all them
assholes what a good person you really are.   You can make them eat their
words.  You just have to be the way with them that you are with me."
	Tyler studied him, his eyes raking over his face for a long time, before
his face broke into a smile which surprised the hell out of Connor.  "What?"
he asked shaking his head totally confused.
	"I don't think they'd like me any better if I made out with them or had sex
with them."
	Putting his hand over his mouth, Connor laughed flopping onto his back, his
head resting on Tyler's stomach.  "You could be funny though, like you are
with me."
	Tyler moved his hand to the top of Connor's head and ran his fingers
through his hair.  "I just can't be on a team that hates me Connor.  What in
the world would be the fun in that?  I don't care about teaching anyone they
were wrong about me.  I just want to get through high school with my body in
one piece."
	Connor turned his head and looked up at Tyler's face.  "Coach didn't let
Allen back on the team, even after you left.  And he told everyone else they
could have just lost the entire season for all of us, for just letting one
of the best performer's in tryouts walk out the door."
	Chuckling Tyler shook his head.  "Well the coach was the one that kicked
him off.  That would be his fault or even mine for showing up.  Not the rest
of the team's."
	Connor sat up looking down at him.  "Not Allen you twit. You! You were the
best performer at tryouts."
	Tyler's eyes widened, sure the man must have just been saying that to make
the team feel guiltier, but still surprised he'd said it.
	"You do much running?" Connor asked, cocking his head to one side as he
looked Tyler over.
	Shrugging, Tyler shook his head.  "Just running away from people," he
chuckled.
	"Well it's been beneficial in one way.  You are awesome at it.   Please
think on it tonight.  You'd be great for the team, even if they don't
realize it at first, they will realize it."
	Though he was already sure he didn't want to do it, he nodded hating to
deny the pleading look in Connor's eyes.  "But please don't be too upset
with me if I don't do it Connor.  We can find plenty of other ways to spend
time together."
	Connor nodded as he rubbed his hand up and down Tyler's chest.  He leaned
over and planted a firm yet gentle kiss on his lips.  "I love you man, I
would never be pissed off at you."
	Tyler smiled and pulled Connor's head down for another kiss that lasted a
bit longer then the first.    "You want to come over for dinner?"
	"Yeah okay," Tyler sat up and pulled his shoes back on.  "Your mom's
working tonight right?"
	"Yeah, but I can cook a little."
	Chuckling, he shook his head.  "Wasn't why I was asking, I was thinking of
a little dessert action."
	Connor cooed in delight, then pulled Tyler up by the hand.  "Dessert sounds
like an incredible idea."


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