Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 21:08:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Angel Master Boy" by Jay Roberts      Gay Historical

+++++The word "boy" in the title does not mean that this is a charming
little tale for younguns' no, it's porn for older readers, those over 18.
If you have not reached that age, go away.  The author does not want you
here.



Jamie O'Reilly stopped for a minute and wiped his brow.  The Summerfield
estate was the hardest landscaping stop that the boss, helper and Jamie
made.  It was about ten acres of grass and flower beds.  The latter took a
bit of hand work to keep them nice.

The boss was John McAllister, a sly drunken, lazy fellow of low morals and
poor personal hygiene.  Jamie took care to wash himself everyday at the
little wash stand in his room.  When John came close, Jamie had to stop
breathing the stench and hope he would move away quickly.  Sometimes he
couldn't hold anymore and he would expel his breath loudly.  "What's ailing
ye?" John would say impatiently.

John was also annoyed because the owner of the Summerfield mansion would
stop and talk to Jamie.  The would discuss the grounds and some
improvements.  Jamie was always careful to state, "I agree with you, but
you must talk to me boss, John McAllister over there."  But Summerfield
never did.  He just nodded.

John had come from the old country in a small, smelly, leaky boat from
Ireland. Jamie was now seventeen, then he was a fifteen year old lad whose
Mother had died during the crossing.  John latched onto the boy and
promised to look after him when they reached the United States.  But Jamie
saw him as an unnatural man who frequently tried to insert his hand in the
boy's trousers.  It was a miracle that Jamie had been able to withstand the
advances.  But Jamie had grow taller and stronger and now that gave John
pause.

The little crew, the black man, John and Jamie traveled from Brooklyn each
day to the large estate on Long Island.  In spite of the fact that this was
1895, John still did not own a gasoline driven vehicle and they made their
way slowly, the large farm horse pulling the heavy dray.  The black man
named Ned usually slept off the nights drinking and John sat on the
driver's seat, curing the poor horse all the way.

This estate was Jamie's favorite.  The lawns rolled pleasantly and charmed
him.  The other attraction was Colin the master's boy.  He appeared to be
about Jamie's age, but he was fashioned more delicately as befits his
class.  He was a blonde, a blonde angel Jamie thought.  Often when Jamie
stopped to wipe his brow, he would catch a glimpse of the boy in the upper
balcony window, stretching on awakening.  Jamie caught sight of the lad's
slim, fair arm exposed as sleeves of the white sleeping gown slid
down. Once the boy went out on the balcony and seemed to be watching Jamie
as he worked.  Jamie would have waved, but that would be insolent.

He found that the angel boy entered his dreams at night.  Once he awoke and
his prick was stiff and hard as the angel boy rubbed it and smiled at him.

This morning Jamie arose and stripped off his night shirt and stood in
front of the washing stand.  He examined himself in the old cracked mirror.
This self looking was discouraged by Father Murphy, but he was proud of his
newly strengthening body, and maturing face.  He had the shadow of a
moustache and his cheeks were fuzzed with dark whiskers.  And today, he
noticed for the first time that his tanned chest was decorated with a
growth of chest hair between his breasts and trailed down to his dick.  His
sex organ had grown considerably in the last two years.  He had nothing to
compare it with, but it seemed to be large and often insistent when it grew
larger and stiffer.  He was about six feel tall, his shoulders were broad.
as a barn door tapering down to slim hips and waist.  Hard work had
produced bulging arm muscles.  Out of self pride that was a sin, he wore
his sleeves rolled up to show off these smooth protuberances.  He also
hoped that the angel noticed them.

By observation Jamie had decided there was two types of Irishman.  There
was the pale, then, freckled red heads with watery blue eyes and Jamie's
breed, dark eyed and muscular with black curly hair and square strong
faces.  His mother had told him that his dark eyes contained secrets that
only he knew.

He finished the long task of mowing and was putting away the mower.  It was
heavy and required a great effort to make the blades whirl, but he would go
into a sort of trance and didn't mind the work so much.  While he mowed he
made up dreams of living in the big house with the white pillars, eating at
a large dinning table with the angel boy.  As he rounded the rear heading
for the barn to stow the mower, a lithe figure stood in his way.  It was
the boy.

The boy was dressed in tan trousers and a heavy ribbed sweater.  He held
out his hand.  "Hello fellow, I am Colin Summerfield.  I know you are
Jamie."

Jamie was dumbfounded and stared at the ground as befits a servant when
addressed by a young master.  Colin spoke again.  "Aren't you going to
shake my hand?"

Jamie wiped his hand vigorously on the side of his heavy canvas trousers
and proffered it.  "My you have a large hand."  He continued to hold
Jamie's hand.

"And you young sir have a small elegant one.  It's softness takes my breath
away."

"I see you have the Irish poet in you.  That was a pretty phrase."  He took
his hand back and his brown furrowed seriously.  "The reason I stopped you
is that my father sent me to ask you to come into the kitchen.  He wishes
to speak to you."

"To me sir, shouldn't he speak to the boss?"

Colin laughed.  "You do all the work and do it well.  Your boss just sits
and drinks in the shade and the black man is old and useless.  No, it's you
that is wanted."

At that last phrase, Jamie could have sworn that the boy stared hard at him
to lend another meaning to the words.

He followed Colin's lovely shaped arse into the kitchen.  Mr. Summerfield
sat at the rough kitchen table drinking a mug of coco.  He signaled to the
fat cook.  "Pour another mug for Jamie here."

The squire arose, he was a big man, taller than Jamie.  He clapped Jamie on
his strong shoulder.  "I've been looking for the opportunity to speak to
you away from the two others.  We have to conclude our business quickly to
avoid suspicion."

Jamie drank the delicious coco and looked over the cup.  "Yes sir, is there
some extra work you wish."  He clutched his cap in his hand nervously.  "Or
perhaps some work I have done poorly."

The father laughed heartily in chorus with young Colin's young musical
laugh.  "No my boy, your work here has been excellent, couldn't be better
and that's what this meeting is all about.  Now sit down and listen and
decide."

He also drew up a chair and sat with Jamie as if Jamie was his equal.
Jamie's head was whirling from the unexpected event.  "Jamie I would like
to hire you as a full time gardener for the estate.  Mrs. Summerfield has
some ideas for bring our grounds into greater distinction.  I am stealing
you away from John.  It is a terrible loss to him, but a gain for you.  You
will be paid a good sum.  And...."

Colin chimed in, "And we will prepare nice quarters over the garage and you
can stay here all the time."

"What do you say?  Oh yes, you can get that gasoline truck in the garage
working to haul what you need.  Horses are going out of style."

"What can I say but yes.  This is a heaven sent offer.  I will work my
heart out for you and never let you regret your decision."  He stood up.
"I must go and tell John."

Colin called after him.  "Start tomorrow.  I will see to your quarters."

Within two weeks the arrangement worked out splendidly for the
Summerfields, but also Jamie was sure the heavens had blessed him.  He ate
the wonderful food the cook saved for him, he drove the repaired truck into
the village for supplies, he worked from dawn to dusk happily.  He
developed a respectful but fruitful working relationship with the madam and
best of all he was able to cast his worshipful eyes on handsome Colin,
often.

Tonight he fell asleep at 8:00.  His long working day and his drive to
please the Summerfields caused his early bed going.  He heard a commotion
outside the garage.  He looked at the wall clock.  It was 2:00AM.  Then he
heard the squeal of brakes on a gasoline vehicle.  From his window he saw
and spiffy white roadster head out of the gates.  Below him he could see
the body of a young person leaning against the outside wall of the garage.
He hurried down, still in his night shirt, across the gravel that cut at
his bare feet.  There was Colin dead or hurt.  He lean down to speak to him
and he could clearly smell the beer on his breath.  He realized that the
vehicle that sped away contained naught drinking companions."The bye is
drunk as a lord and passed out like a common drunk," he thought
disapprovingly, but then sympathy rushed to the fore and he tenderly pulled
Colin to his feet.  However he could not stand.  Jamie was afraid to wake
the household so he hoisted Colin on his shoulder, fireman style and
brought him up to his own room upstairs.

He deposited Colin on his bed and scratched his head wondering what to do
next.  Colin moaned, "Put me to bed and let me sleep it off.  The Gov will
kill me if he sees me like this."

He struggled to get his shoe off.  Then Jamie got into action.  He kneeled
down and removed ths shoes and hose from the Colin's legs.  He took a sharp
intake as the delicate, aristocratic feet and lower legs were revealed.
Surprisingly strong looking, hairless and well formed.  Colin said
impatiently, accustomed to services ministrations.  "Hurry, undress me, I
must sleep."

Jamie sat him up, as he sagged against his chest.  He removed the dress
jacket and pleated shirt and then the silk undershirt.  He was surprised
that Colin, though spare of build, had a lightly muscled hairless chest,
it's ivory tones glinting in the moonlight.  Colin was out and now snoring
lightly.  He pulled off the pants and the bottom of the Union Suit came
away with it.  Jamie stared at the sweet cock lying serenely against one
smooth hip.  He couldn't help touch it.  It responded and rose slightly to
hover over the pink generous ball sack.  Jamie's hand seemed like a side of
beef compared to the princely boy's body.

He tucked Colin in and covered him and then sat on a chair nearby to see
that he was okay.  It was a little chilly, but he managed to fall asleep.
About an hour later Colin stirred and attempted to get up.  "What's wrong
Master Colin?" Jamie asked getting up.

"I must urinate.  Can you help me."

Jamie put one of the young master on his shoulder and walked him over to
the slop pale.  Colin stood there swaying.  "Can you hold it over the pale,
my hand seems numb."

With a shaking hand Jamie took the pale smooth penis in his hand and held
it over the rim.  Colin grunted, trying to start his flow.  "Maybe if you
would piss, it would help me."

Jamie shrugged and lifted his night shirt.  He was a little embarrassed to
see that his meaty cock was at full arousal being so close to the beautiful
boy.  He held it on the rim, next to Colin's penis and pushed hard to get
started because it was hard and pointed skyward.  At last a dribble, then a
torrent of pale yellow piss flew out.  In a moment Colin sighed as his
followed suit.  He smiled at Jamie.  When they finished, Colin remained
with his cock at the rim.  "Can you shake it Jamie?"  He said in a low
shaky voice.

Jamie was breathing loudly.  "Yes sir, that I will because you ordered it."
He took the pure pink white organ between two large fingers and gently
shook it.  Two drops fell into the bucket.  Colin was breathing hard now,
his eyes closed.

"Yes, that's good, don't stop.  Shag me off."

Jamie realized that young men of his social standing had no compunction of
requesting intimate services from inferiors.  The young footman and driver
Jamie had seen was probably another one who Colin could order about.  But
Jamie was so enamored of the beautiful boy he did not hesitate to follow
the orders.  He began delicately moving the skin on the prick.  Colin
murmured at the pleasure of Jamie's rough fingers.  He also realized that
the insolent gardener had put her cheek against his soft face.  He was
surprised that he liked it and it added pleasure to the wanking.  Colin
thrust his hips back and forth hinting that he wanted more action.  Jamie
clutched the smooth organ more firmly and began to stroke the long shaft
with greater vigor.  Colin showed his appreciate by mewling steadily.  It
may have been the drink he had consumed but his climax didn't arrive and he
was a bit frustrated.  He stepped back.  Jamie looked at him in surprise.
"Put your mouth on my penis and suck?" he ordered firmly.

Jamie was in a quandary.  Part of him yearned to put his mouth on the cock
of this beautiful boy, but his pride fought that.  He knew he was a social
inferior, but he knew that he was probably more powerful physically and
perhaps smarter than the elegant young man.  It was only wealth and social
position that separated.  He finally decided to do what was asked and then,
in the future, he would extract his revenge.

He placed Colin on a tall stool and licked his lips anticipation.  He found
that he was getting very excited and desperately wished to excite Colin and
make him expel his spunk that was surely to be a sweet as flower honey.
Colin was already moaning.  He enjoyed that the handsome Jamie was bending
to his will.  Then he felt the warm puffy lips surrounding his prick head.
He felt his covering moving backward quickly, exposing his reddish
venerable head, covered already with pre cum.  He pushed his prick into the
hot mouth.  Jamie was compliant and allowed it to enter his steamy interior
mouth.  His prick sawed back and forth over his tongue.  His own passion
moved him to allow the organ to go past his tongue and into his throat.
"Oh you lovely garden boy.  I never felt anything so good.  I'm about to
spew.  Keep this up."

In a moment Colin shouted his abandoned cum song and fucked the mouth of
Jamie wildly, grabbing him around the next and giving up to the strong
feelings, his cock jetting cum into Jamie's gulping mouth.

In a few moments it was over.  Colin smiled his angelic peaceful smile.
"That was a good job.  If stay a good boy I will reward you with more of my
cum in the future."  He looked down at Jamie's long stiff prick jumping in
time with his heart beat.  "I see you are greatly excited yourself.
Perhaps you may wish to wank off after I leave."

Colin retrieved his clothes and crept out of the upstairs room and down the
stairs and catlike entered the mansion.

Janie lay on his bed.  He decided not to wank.  Partly out of disobedience
of the lordly boy.  "I will have my pleasurable revenge, I swear."

A few days later Colin came up to Jamie who was working on planting tulips
along the sweeping entry road to the estate.  "The Gov wants us to go to
town to the Fence maker and pick out a style, then take a perimeter look
and suggest the placement.  We can use the truck you go working."

He was rather abrupt and formal as befits the young lord speaking to a
servant.

Janie wash up and got the truck started with the crank and slowly put it
into position near the portico in front.  Colin was dressed in rough pants
and a tweed jacket looking like the young squire.

In town, at the fence maker, they both agreed in the same style of fence.
That pleased Janie that their taste coincided.  On the way back they drove
slowly on the grass following the way the fence would be lay out.  Colin
began to drop his superior manner as they drove and Jamie's cock stirred as
Colin leaned heavily on his shoulder.  "Jamie, stop here.  I think this
would be an excellent place to erect a pole."  He laughed merrily and took
Jamie's hand and placed it on his trouser fly.  Jamie could feel the stiff
organ through the heavy fabric.

"Are ye wantin' again sir?"

He whispered fiercely "Jamie, my prick is calling to you.  Open the buttons
and take the thing in your warm wet mouth and caress me until a deliver my
cream."

Jamie signed.  He didn't like to be used as a convenient plumbing fixture
whenever the young sir felt horny, but their didn't seem to be anything he
could do.  But first, to the wide- eyed surprise of Colin, Jamie opened his
belt and shoved his pants down to his ankles.  He then opened his fly
button and extracted his large stiff prick.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm givin' me friend here some air and hoping when I suckle you, that you
will stroke it friendly like."

Colin snorted.  "This is no love affair we are having.  If you do not want
to suck me, I'll will say goodbye to you and you will have to find another
job."

Jamie thought a moment.  "Sir, my freedom to chose me fuck partners is
valuable to me.  If you feel that way, perhaps I should be on me way."  He
began pulling up his pants.  But then Colin put a warm hand on his wrist.

"Hold on.  You are an attractive fellow in a rough, but compelling way.
Perhaps you are handsomer than may gay friends.  I might just play a bit
with you, if you have a mind to.  But suck me now."

Jamie lowered the boys pants over his strong white legs exposing the slim
cock poking up in the air, it's pale pink tip already dripping in pre
spunk.  He bent down and took the organ into his mouth quickly, swallowing
it deeply.  Colin reared up in surprise and overwhelming delight.  He was
almost immediately on the verge of cumming.  He remembered his promise and
reached out and took Jamie's hard, big headed cock in his soft hand and
gently stroked it.  "How is that garden boy?"

"It's as delicious as dew on the flowers in the mornin'.  But dear lovely
boy, I am strong, you need not be gentle.  Stroke hard."

Pretty soon the two young fellows were moaning loudly.  Colin sought
Jamie's warm lips and they lapsed into intimate passion like old lovers.
The feelings intensified and soon Colin pulled away.  "I shall cum soon.
Play with my bullocks."

Jamie grasped the tender sack.  The balls were lifting up the shaft
presenting themselves for petting.  Colin was crooning wildly.  Jamie took
advantage of the boys strong passion and reached behind the balls into the
ass crack and stroked the moist area and then the tender puckered hole.
Colin began fucking Jamie's mouth, so over come with passion and the
sensation of the ass hole petting.

Jamie stopped all motions and whispered into Colin's ear.  Do you want me
to fuck thee, sweet sir?"

Colin moaned loudly.  "I do sweet Jamie, but I am afraid, I have never done
that and your cock is thick and sturdy."

"Yes it is thick, but that will make you feel so good.  Let me just try a
small bit."

Jamie rose up and placed his bare legs on either side of Jamie's fuzzy
legs, he faced Jamie.  Colin's forehead was furrowed with consternation and
his eyes showed fear.  Jamie kissed him and petted his head and cheeks.
"Relax my sweet, I wouldna not hurt thee for the world."

Colin signed and allowed Jamie's cock head to lodge just inside his ass
hole.  "Stop," he called.  "Do not move.  It feels gigantic, let me get
used to the intrusion of the monster."

They stayed like that.  Then Colin allowed more of the flesh tube to enter
him.  When it was about three quarters inside, Jamie push up, then allowed
it to exit some, then repeated this several times.  "Oh Jamie.  The gates
of heaven have opened.  New feelings are flooding my body.  You are a
wonderful in fucking.  Do it harder and faster."

That was all Jamie wanted to hear.  He began a vigorous fucking of the
howling boy, stopping only to insert his tongue in the boy's mouth, then
resuming, almost battering his ass.  Jamie felt his own ejaculation just on
the horizon.  He hadn't cum in two days and the stimulation yesterday had
left him yearning, and brimming with spunk.

Colin began a sing song cum song as he entered the grip of orgasm.  In a
moment his aristocrat cock shots streams of sweet cum all over his chest
and Jamie's.  Jamie held back no long and closed his eyes and surrendered
to the delicious uncontrolled ejaculation.  He filled Colin's virgin hole
with his cum and Colin moaned as his insides received the hot cum.  They
clung to each other like children riding out the storm of the post orgasmic
shivers.  At last their breathing normalized.  Jamie helped Colin to a
sitting position and smiled at him.  Colin returned the smile happily.  "Oh
you brute of a man, you have introduced me to heaven.  I shall never forget
this day.  He kissed Jamie gratefully.

Days passed and circumstances were not propitious for them to come upon
each other at the large estate and because of each of their duties.  But
one day, Jamie was picking weeds that grew on the lea side of the tall
hedge that served as a wind break for the tennis court.  He watched through
the branches and saw his love boy, dressed in white trousers and short
sleeve shirt playing tennis with one of his friends.  He marveled at the
grace and power as he caught difficult shots and returned them with
smashing shots.  The other boy looked like his twin.  Jamie thought that
these rich heirs ate the same food and looked similar.  They were both of
the same height.  Colin was blonde, this boy red hairs, but shared the same
lithe physique tanned face and flashing white teeth.  Exhausted the two
boys came close to the other side of the hedge and flopped down, breathing
hard.  The other boy, who was named Eric, Jamie determined, spoke in pants
to Colin.  "That delicious gardener you have hired.  Have you had a go at
him yet.  His strong body and devilish face make me vary warm in my lower
regions."

"Oh yes.  I've gotten a few blow jobs and have fucked his Rose of Shannon
arse.  He's a hot fuck and now is after me to fuck him again.  I may comply
is I feel gracious.  Maybe this afternoon."

"Oh, you're killing me.  Do you think I might get him to bugger me?"

"It's possible.  Stay for tea and we will see."

The cook prepared an elaborate tea tray with sandwiches and strong tea for
the boys.  Colin asked her to invite the young gardener to tea.

She felt odd doing this as servants never sit to tea with the gentry, but
she found Colin, invited him and he accepted.

As he neared the little table on the lawn, he smiled with his brilliant
teeth at the two boys munching biscuits and slurping tea.  "Howdee fellows.
I won't, for the sake of class, draw a chair besides ye, but I'll take me
tea here on the ground where I belong."

Eric was charmed with the humble response.  He decided to tease the
servant.  It was perfectly safe as no lowly person would challenge him.  "I
say Jamie.  I heard round about that you like fucking."

"Aye I do."

"Do you long for fucking right now?"

"Yes young sir, I could fuck right now as my sex organ is already
stiffening at the suggestion."

Eric arose and motioned for Colin for follow.  "Suppose we go to the barn
and see about this?"

Once inside the barn, Jamie wasted no time and to Colin's surprise, at
least, he took off his heavy shirt and let it fall from his muscular
shoulders.  His strong slightly hairy chest was revealed.  Eric let out a
painful groan of admiration.  "Lift your arms, garden donkey boy!"  he
ordered, ignoring Colin's warning that he was going too far.  Apparently
Eric wanted to see Jamie's underarms.  Apparently they were more than he
hoped for.  They were thick and black and beads of sweat hung on in some
places.  The manly odor from heavy work in the garden wafted to Eric's
nose.  He swayed in sexual excitement.  He said hoarsely, "Drop your
trousers and show us your Rose Bud of Tralee."  He laughed at his witticism
as his giggle was cut short by the half naked mans grab at his waist.  He
was drawn close to Jamie's body and a big hand pressed his nose against the
underarm hair.

"Now ye whelp, breathe deep.  Fill your body with my perfume, turn you mind
over to be.  I shall master you soon."

Eric noisily sniffed in the strong, mind controlling odor until he
staggered back, his eyes wild and his mouth gaping open.  "Oh, oh you great
hulk of a man.  Let me lick your body."

Jamie stood tall, grinning with his power.  In one motion he unbuckled his
belt and let his rough pants fall to his knees.  His Greek column hairy
legs were locked and waiting.  His great prong elevated and moving with his
young heartbeat.

"Young lad, suckle me.  Git on yur knees now!"

Eric obeyed instantly, his mind had blocked out Colin who stood there
breathing hard, his prick making his white cotton trousers stand out in
front.  He watched Eric drooling his tongue lashing out to lick the wet
head of Janie's prick.  Jamie nodded his head in approval and patted Eric's
red head as though he were a pet dog.  Then he beckoned to Colin and
pointed to the ground.  Eric as if in a trance came close and knelt on the
ground.

"Now you two pals must learn to share.  Take turns licking my prick and
then my balls.  If you have adventure in you, you can taste my arse hole.
If you behave like proper gentlemen I will allow you to undress and assume
as position to be fucked.  Now byes, git to it.!"

The two puppies, their knees hurting on the cement floor moaned and licked
like collies.  Pushing each other for better positions.  Jamie enjoyed the
sight of them as well as the wonderful feelings they imparted to his prick.
Then, suddenly he turned and they were faced with his large muscular arse,
his fragrant crack waiting for them.  They wasted no time and dove in,
jostling each other for the best angle to lick his hole and push their
young boy tongues inside.

After about fifteen minutes of this pleasure, Jamie decided to get to the
serious business.  Now he grabbed Colin by the shoulders and drew him up.
"Colin lad, I heard you fucked me.  Is that true?"

"No dear Jamie, I lied, pure and simple.  You fucked me and I loved it and
I am hurting to be fucked again.  Please, please treat me as a field to be
plowed."

"And what about you Eric.  You heard what he said.  Do you want to be
plowed too?"

Eric's pretty lower lip was shaking.  "I have never been fucked by
gentleman or servant but ti is something I have dreamed of.  Please fuck us
both."

Jamie laughed with his deep bass rumble.  "Righto byes, get on your elbows
and knees and I will oblige ye."  The boys obeyed, and there they waited
both breathing heavily their young asses in the cold barn air.  There was
Eric's fuzzy red ass and beside him shaking in anticipation was Colin's
pure hairless dimpled rear end.  Jamie stared and grinned, then he took his
workman thumb and placed his left thumb on Colin's puckered anis and his
other thumb on the red headed boys arse hole.  He rubbed steadily, back and
forth until the puckers protruded in fuck need.  Their holes opened up and
kissed the air.  They moaned like the Anvil Chorus, Erics deeper voice
alternating with Colin's high voice.  They shook their asses to entice
Jamie.  They looked pleadingly over their shoulders.  Finally Jamie took
pity and he began to enter Eric, who wept in pain and pleasure.  Once his
hole was open he plunged into Colin who cried out in fulfillment.

Now he alternated from one to the other, bringing both boys to the point of
shooting their young milk through the stimulation of their prostates.  Each
time he felt one boy was about to cum, he withdrew and fucked the other
vigorously.  Soon they were both howling for release.

Finally he himself could not long stand the stimulation and he let out a
victory shout and impaled himself deep into Eric and pumped vigorous.
Within a moment Jamie felt his spunk shoot out.  He quickly withdrew and
deposited the remainder in Colin's rectum.  The boys fell over on their
backs, each reaching for their cocks and shagged themselves into a juicy
release.

"Well mates, you are both well fucked and I am satisfied......for the
moment.  When I call either of you beautifies to attend to my needs, you
will come arunning.  Correct?"

They chorused, "Yes Jamie."


End

Jamie stayed on for many years as head gardener and landscape designer for
Summerfield.  The boys grew up and moved away, but their were always other
lads to conquer.