Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 07:51:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Parker <jjptex@yahoo.com>
Subject: ITIIT 17 - Part II

I THINK I'M IN TROUBLE


Part I


Chapter 17 (Part Two of Chapter 17)



(Jake)


WEDNESDAY


"Don't be a 'pussy' baby, eat it you'll like it" I smile at Felix and
deliberately eat with my mouth open crunching and squishing the slightly
rubbery baby octopi.

"I'm not a pussy!" he whines,

"And besides I can't eat the babies of an octopus that's just insane!" he
looks at me and shakes his head..,

"And your 'pussy' joke is bout as puerile as it gets - like GROW UP octopus
baby killer boy!"

"Oh well" I laugh.., "All the more for me, that was my intention anyway..."

I may not be the best cook, okay I suck at cooking but I always make sure
to know what it is I'm eating.  We or should I say 'I' have been eating
this awesome creole creation of calamari, mussels, fish, lemon oysters,
clams and of course octopus for lunch.  This dish has sea shell pasta, this
simply amazing blue cheese stuff, cream, a little sweet soy sauce and a lot
of lobster sauce - all made according to Miss Carol's specifications.  I
quickly wolf mine and Felix untouched serving down.

"Come on baby, let's brush our teeth and then go up to Miss Carol's
quarters..."

Felix rolls his eyes and follows me to the bathroom.

"Okay baby octopus killer breath!"

"Oh shush they were already dead!"

"I can hear their baby souls cryin out!"

"Hmmm maybe I didn't eat them properly..."

"Really Jake you are making me wanna hurl!"

"Wait till we get to the bathroom, Miss Carol would kill you if you spew
all over her freshly waxed floors" (All the floors get waxed and polished
in the early hours of every morning at 4 AM.)

We both fall silent at the mention of her name and carry on to the bathroom
to brush our teeth.  We hold hands.


I can't stop thinking about her of course, she's been on all of our minds
so much throughout the past few days.  It's not so much that I wonder what
has happened to her.  It's more that I wonder where has she gone?  There is
an emptiness around the estate and everybody can feel it.

Miss Carol's body is lying upstairs still breathing, still living but her
spirit is not with us.  We don't know where it is for sure, but as Miss
Carol would say.., 'We all sure do suspect!'

I smile to myself again, thinking back to the lunch I just
enjoyed... (Felix had grilled cheese samiches).  I thank the old lady for
that great seafood recipe she has passed on to us.  It's just one of a
whole catalog of awesome gifts she has bestowed down through the ten
decades of service she has provided the Maxson's.  Daddy has warned me to
prepare for the worst but I still don't want to think about it.

Life without Miss Carol is almost impossible to believe or understand.
Miss Carol's aged daughter in law (85) and 4 of her grandchildren (all
grown up) are here keeping vigil over their beloved mother in law and
grandmother.  Uncle Bryce and Uncle Michael are here as well because they
don't want to not be here if anything happens.  Most of all Grandpa has
decided not to head back to Pittsburgh and will remain here until she
either recovers or... something else happens.

Mr Taylor the preacher comes up every night and there is a short prayer
service in her room.  Grandpa and Grandma Jarrow have been coming up every
day to sing to her and pray for her and they often bring the two kids.
Grandmother Maxson spends more time in there than anyone, just sitting
there talking to Miss Carol, reminiscing.., sometimes I've seen her crying
which is something I have never seen her do.

Dad appears to be avoiding visiting Miss Carol, he only goes in there for
prayer time every evening and stands at the back.  I'm not surprised
really, when Dad is afraid or whatever, he tends to isolate himself.

And as for me? - I hate it because everything in my life feels so unstable
right now.  All the strong people seem to be struggling and I feel adrift
because of it.  I go to see Miss Carol all the time.  I miss seeing her at
breakfast, all my life she has been at breakfast...  I miss having dinner
with her, being told off by her, being instructed and advised by her, loved
by her.  I miss her.

Elroy thinks that she has been helping Clarke somehow, this is what a lot
of people think and I tend to agree.  I don't know what she's been doing
but I think that's where she's gone, she's with Clarke.  I just hope it
doesn't end badly either way, for either of them.

There is a deep seated anger burning inside of me for my buddy.  I am so
frustrated and have caught myself grinding my teeth and death-staring
several times today at school.  I even death-stared my Felix and gave him a
fright.  I keep imagining, fantasizing about somehow being the first to
discover and find the one who hurt Clarke.  It gives me a sinister, happy
feeling.  I saw it in the mirror when I was having one of these episodes..,
a smile I have never before seen on my own face.  A genuine killer smile...

I guess I have to wait for the moment.  I have to bide my time and try to
listen out for or be involved in the investigation in any way I can.
Because I really wanna mess up the f---ing son of a bitch who did this to
Clarke.  I want to do to him what he did to my buddy and then some.

Miss Carol has always said that learning how to wait is the hardest lesson
that youth have to learn.  I have always disagreed thinking it was more
likely to be something to do with sex, or drugs or alcohol or something.
But Miss Carol.., I am sorry because you are right.  All those things I
just mentioned would not be a problem if we learned how to wait, think and
then respond accordingly.

My face reddens at my own impudence... the mere thought of me telling a
wise woman who has lived for over a century how things are going to be is
now galling.

We reach her rooms 10 minutes after we finished lunch, Felix has brought
his guitar.  It's the classic convalescent set up.  There are a few
machines in here but she's not hooked up to any of them thank God.  I think
it's a sign that she is on the road to recovery.

This is not her bedroom, it's actually her private solarium and it is
spacious.  Grandmother set her up in here because she couldn't stand the
thought of everyone traipsing through Miss Carol's actual boudoir.  I have
been in her real bedroom many times especially as a child and it is like an
emporium, a cornucopia of memories, simple artifacts of great sentimental
and personal value and it has remained unchanged for the 70 odd years she
has resided there.  Even Grandpa says nothing's changed in there and I am
glad for Grandmother's forethought.  It's almost a hallowed place to us and
we should not go in there unless Miss Carol invites us.

The solarium favors us with a clear view of the front lawns, entrances and
gardens.  Many a time over the years young Maxson males have come roaring
up the drive way, skidding to a halt only to glance up and see the
displeased figure of Miss Carol looming above.  One hand on her hip, the
other holding an antique pair of brass binoculars lace curtains billowing
angrily behind her in the breeze.

I chuckle to myself, it wasn't until after the 6th time of losing my truck
that I learned not to do this.  Just like my Daddy, his brothers and even
Grandaddy.  Felix looks at me and smiles, the weak afternoon sun still
catches his corn silk hair alight.  Lord he's beautiful.

My nose burns and tears spring to my eyes.  Through all this tragedy and
stress I have my calm sanctuary, my oasis in the desert.  We greet Miss
Carol with a kiss and then kiss each other, touching base, feeding our
youthful need for contact.

I stroke my hand along the edge of the pristine white lace curtains and
glance at Felix.

"What are you gonna sing for her baby?"  I ask.

He replies "I'mma sing bout lace curtains hehe"

We sit down among the dozens of cards, potted plants and flowers and
accompanied by his 12 string guitar, by way of my long dead mother Felix
begins to sing.  It's some real old song about a lace covered window.  I've
never heard it before but my God it's poignant and he sings it beautifully.


'When you walk through the world all alone, And your dreams burn to ashes
behind you.'

'Then the tears in your eyes will remind you, Of a view through a lace
covered window'


I hold the old lady's tired looking hand to my lips as Felix sings his
spellbinding song weaving and soothing.  His golden voice gliding gently
and evocatively out through the lace covered windows, beyond the glass and
out across the cold, uncertain expanse of the ancestral Eyrie.



***



(Ryan)



I stand concealed from their view in the doorway.  I've been trying to come
up here more often but I just can't seem to complete the journey.  This is
as far as I get, the outer parlor.  I can't seem to take those final few
steps into the solarium.  I just barely manage to make it to the doorway
each night for prayers.

The boys cannot see me, Felix is singing some old crooning song that I
vaguely remember from old time radio.  The similarities between his voice
and Shonta's voice are quite eerie, he has a stunning voice that drifts
about you like smoke.., surrounding you embracing you.  It chases all my
fears away.  I feel like I could enter now but I decide to leave them be
and remain where I am for the moment.  They are sharing a magical moment.

His fingers fly lightly and tenderly over the strings barely touching them
just enough to illicit a quiet light as air thrum just like his aunt, my
beautiful Shonta did.  My darling son stares into his eyes spellbound, his
own violet orbs shining with love and wonder, just like mine used to do.
Miss Carol's hand clasped lightly to his lips.

I turn away and quietly leave before I become overwhelmed by the situation
and give myself away.  It's been a harrowing past few days.

I know Miss Carol would not want anyone fussing over her.  To her it's all
about the boy.., Clarke.  I'm sure you can hear her voice now, instructing
us to look after him and making no bones about the fact that we better take
care of his family and all their affairs.

I smile sadly to myself, I can't believe it's happening.  Could we finally
be witnessing the last moments of our beloved Miss Carol?  I wipe the tears
from my eyes and stumble on hurriedly to my rooms.

I had breakfast at young master Jarrows' this morning.  It was good to be
away from the Eyrie for a while and the food was great!.  Kathleen is going
to have me as fat as a debauched frog prince the way she makes these
pancakes.  Even Miss Carol would approve.  I ate nine.

John-James and Clara-Bell expressed their concern for Clarke and Miss Carol
and asked if there's anything more they can do?  I thanked them and told
them to keep praying for Clarke and keep bringing the grand kids up to see
Miss Carol.  I know that Miss Carol will sense the children's presence, and
something tells me it's important for them to be up there with her.

The Jarrow home place is almost ready for occupation and the old couple are
very excited to be going home in a few days time.  Gary, Kathleen and Felix
are very excited too I reckon.

Not just to be going back to their home place but it's been quite demanding
for them trying to accommodate the senior Jarrows.  I shouldn't laugh
because Kathleen is at her wits end.

Clara-Belle is suspicious of modern washing machines and wants to go get
her old copper tub from Louisville.  John-James chews tobacco and has a
habit of spitting the dregs into whatever soda can he's just finished
drinking.  You can imagine the uproar when young Shaun nearly drank it...
He eventually upended it on Felix's bed causing absolute mayhem.  It's a
real circus down here and I love it.  I also love being able to go home to
the calm order of the Eyrie.

The renovators have restyled the Jarrow home place to the sensibilities of
both John and Clara.  Simple, traditional and familiar.  I saw a quick home
video of the renovators work and I think the Jarrow's will love it when
they see it.

I have been invited to go to the grand re-opening of the homestead whenever
the Jarrow's decide to hold it.  They aren't like us Maxson's with our
precise planning and calendar schedules.  They do things when they FEEL
like it and I kind of like that philosophy.  I am however a little
reticent.

I know that I am accepted and forgiven by these Jarrow's here, but all the
rest will be at the housewarming too.  I still feel the guilt of my
shameful actions all those years ago.  I always will...

I am so pleased at how well Felix has responded to me.  I think he actually
likes me!  Let me tell you he is a sweet, sweet boy.  Just the loveliest,
kindest boy you could ever know.  I've been at his house a few times when
he's come home from school and the first thing he does is kiss his mother,
holding her for a few long moments soaking her in, and telling her he loves
her.

Then he finally gives his attention to the two little munchkins who have
been jumping up and down at his feet, begging for his attention.  He loves
those kids dearly and I think when he and Jake are over their whatever it
is they have together.., Felix will become a great dad.

He's rather shy around me, I think he still sees me as the actor whose
dvd's he apparently owns.  I've also noticed just how smart this kid is.
If you weren't careful you could easily dismiss him as an airhead.  A
ditzy, cute little blonde country bumpkin with no thoughts or will of his
own.  That would be a fatal error to make because this boy is as sharp as a
tack.

I notice that he always remembers what I tell him and with a son like mine
that's a miracle!  He is very strong in his numbers and letters and his
artistic side is outstanding.  His musicality is so close to Shonta's that
I almost don't want anyone to hear him lest he get stolen away to the dark
world of stardom and fame.

I can also tell that he prefers to sit back and let others do all the
talking often keeping his thoughts to himself.  He's going to go a very
long way indeed this lad.  Most of all - and I have to say I am grudging in
saying this but.., most of all he makes my son incredibly happy.

Jake is also no dummy and like Felix he is often underestimated.  Georgia
Lewis was incredulous at first when she discovered he was the schools and
one of the states highest achievers.  She stopped just short of outright
accusing him of cheating.  She implied that several staff members were
giving him a free ride.  I was so angry at her reasoning that,

"Jocks don't have any business pursuing intellectual paradigms"...

She has a short memory considering I was one such jock myself.  I guess she
thought I was cheating too... hmmm she probably did.

Felix has asked me many questions about Clarke and the investigation.  He
might seem like a soft touch but there is a definite edge of steel to him.
He did not flinch once when I described Clarke's injuries and his
intelligent questioning actually helped me to Gage a few things myself.

Have I told you how much I like this kid?  He's a beautiful looking kid
with an even more beautiful, gentle soul.  I can see why my son finished it
with Jessica Thomas.  The gorgeous, perfectly mannered and smart daughter
of my good buddy C.C. Thomas.  I could not believe it when I heard Jake had
broken up with her but the more I get to know Felix, the more I begin to
believe it.

Another interesting youngster is Lenore Rivera.  She's definitely a hellcat
and more than a handful.  I worry about her, with all the dodgy things she
gets up to.

She appears to trade upon the position and protection of her father Junior
(the Sheriff) and I just hope her luck holds out.  I see her most every day
since she minds the children who absolutely adore her.

And I have to say, she's certainly no slouch in the brains department
either.  She has asked me a few searching questions about Georgia who
although she's not on my Christmas card list, I certainly could not comment
on what I really think about Georgia but it intrigues me that Lenore who is
no longer at school is so interested in her.

While it's clear Lenore isn't exactly inured to Georgia (thankfully), her
actual motives for wanting to pick my brain about the unpopular principal
remain unclear.  There are some interesting kids running around the
neighborhood lately.  I just hope they can all stay safe.


***


Kathleen and I visited Clarke Jeb and Dina earlier today at the hospital.
I didn't even care who saw me and a big part of that was due to the comfort
and reassurance I get from Kathleen.  I was about to put on my hat and dark
glasses...  She made me laugh and warmed my heart when she scoffed and said
that I need to get over myself.

"Y'alls all aged and crotchety now and nobody's gonna recognize you!

She leans over and kisses me..,

"You are soooo like yesterdays news honey"

I chuckled and felt my blood pressure returning to normal.


She was wrong of course, people did recognize me almost immediately but
with Kathleen by my side it didn't matter.  There was no panic attack, no
hyperventilating and no seeking the nearest exit.  I greeted the people who
shyly came up to me and I even signed a few autographs.  Patients, doctors,
nurses, admin people and other hospital visitors.  It was actually quite
nice in the end, I actually enjoyed it!  I did not flinch when someone
mentioned Shonta, I did not freeze up when they told me how much they
admire me or how hot I still am (shakes head ruefully).

On the other hand the only times I got a bit defensive was when people
asked who the pretty lady standing and hiding behind me was.  Yes I have
indeed crossed back over into the world of the living, the world of light.

Jeb and Dina are one hell of a mess, and why wouldn't they be?  If it
wasn't for their dead, exhausted angry eyes you wouldn't know that
anythings wrong.  But the eyes are indeed the mirrors of the soul.

We are looking for some kind of sexual predator.  The authorities have
taken DNA samples, there are several investigations going on across Maxson
County but as yet no leads.  Clarke will live but his injuries have been
extensive and as to what state he will be in when he is finally brought out
of his induced coma.., who can say?

They had to do all sorts of surgery on him.  His head had been bashed in
with something very heavy maybe a baseball bat or a length of pipe.  They
had to alleviate extreme swelling to his brain and there is apparent
neurological damage due to the impact of the blunt forced trauma.  He
suffered a heart attack when they tried to remove him from the scene and
there are all sorts of complications pertaining to that.

Hypothermia has caused him to lose the tips of two fingers and three toes.
Only God knows how he never suffered the same fate to any other part of his
body.  He was naked from the waist down and he should have been much more
severely affected by the cold than that.  Of course it goes without saying
that he should have been dead.  They just can't explain how it is that he
survived.

He received more than a dozen blows to his body from that same blunt
instrument.  They were strategically placed to his kidneys, liver, face,
neck, knee caps elbow joints and testicles.

And on top of all this, Clarke has been brutally sodomized and the foreskin
of his penis has been covered in wax and then set alight.  It's a miracle
his penis was relatively unscathed but that's beyond the point isn't it?

When the time is right we will have a team of specialist cosmetic surgeons
brought in to bring him back to how he used to be.., or as close as we can
possibly get.  I had a consultant cosmetic specialist come out from Beverly
Hills yesterday and he said that apart from his foreskin, we can all expect
very desirable results.  I am glad.

As for Clarke's mental and emotional state things are not so bright.  The
state police (It's now gone far beyond Junior Rivera's jurisprudence) - the
state police are itching to interview Clarke but that is still maybe many
weeks away.  We understand that the longer it takes, the colder the trail
gets but what can be done?

During our visit Dina told us that at times Clarke appeared to be talking
to someone even though he was heavily sedated (induced coma).  She could
not quite cypher what he was saying though. It's yet another mystery.
Kathleen and Dina remained in the room, holding hands whilst Jeb and I went
downstairs to get coffee for us.

We sat down to wait for our order.  I had to sign a few more autographs and
do a little bit of chit chat for a few minutes but we got through it
quickly enough.  One lady came up to me and said that even though she knows
who I am that was not the reason she wanted to greet me.

She said that people had possibly forgotten themselves by hounding me
whilst I was visiting a hospital, and how she admired how gracious I
remained even so.  I was quite touched.  She also noticed Jeb and said she
would pray for him since it was obvious that he was in great distress.

You know.., the common courtesy, respect and concern that can be shown by
one stranger to another is a wonderful thing.  It's such an amazing,
wonderful gift of the human spirit.  It keeps me believing in people and
there are many such people in this state.  I hope your state is the same.

Jeb is a broken man.  My lifelong buddy and co-conspirator in so many
misdeeds over the years is but a pale imitation of himself.

"Ryan, I really f-cked up man" he says quietly, his eyes defeated.

"I'm the one who caused this, I abandoned my baby and look what that
caused!"

The anguish in his eyes force me to look away and down.

"Jeb, we are gonna get through this thing and you gotta remember.., we've
found Clarke, he is still alive and we are gonna stick together and make
sure he recovers fully"

He nods his head miserably.  Beneath the haggard, weary features I can
still see the dark haired, blue eyed handsome youth of our childhood.
Mischievous, playful and so in love with his pretty little Dina.

"How can I look them in the eye Ryan?  How can I do it?"....

I know he's referring to his wife and son.

"She blames me, I blame me if I could swap positions with my boy I would do
it in a heartbeat!"

I take his hand and squeeze it.

"What they both need most of all right now Jeb, is for you to exhibit calm
and determined leadership and love."

He sips his surprisingly good coffee and looks at me thoughtfully.

"Go on..."

"Now isn't the time for feeling sorry for yourselves or fighting buddy.

You got to work together and be strong for the sake of your son.  You got
to quit being selfish and think only of what is best for Clarke"

He's nodding now, his intelligent eyes slowly beginning to reignite with
the fiery spark they are famous for.

"Don't let this sick bastard take anything more from your family"

Our ladies orders are ready and we rise to collect them.  Jeb gives me a
hug before we do.

"Thanks Ryan, you've pushed my butt in the right direction.., I've got some
ideas and I think I can get this show back on the road now"

When Jebidiah Griersen gets moving..., everybody better get the hell out of
the way.



(Felix)



I love Jake.  He's my Jakey Jake and I love him.  You would think with all
of his antics it would give me more pause to think but it doesn't.  I'm
like totally absorbed in him.  Wrapped up, packed up and rolled out by his
own love for me.

But it's so tough trying to get him to go along with somin if he don't like
it or feel good bout it.  Even when he's got no real reason to even be
suspicious, no real reason to be negative or even downright rude and nasty.

I'm talkin bout when I met Miss Aimee Khol this morning.  I liked her
straight away and was surprised by how lovely she was, prolly coz Ms. Lewis
- her 'old friend' is such a cow.  First thang I noticed bout her was the
fact that she was in a wheelchair.  She has some kind of debilitating bone
condition in her legs which disables her from walking.

Kim, Jessica and I waited in the smaller multi media focus studies room
this morning instead of joining our regular classes.  This is gonna be a
regular occurrence for the next 12 periods.

When she wheeled herself into the room I was taken by her soft gentle
countenance and her sweet smile.

"Hi everybody my name is Aimee, I am not a teacher so please just call me
Aimee okay?"

We all murmur greetings back to her and I shift my glance to Jess and Kim
checking their expressions.  Kim looks happy and excited, Jessica,
polite.., guarded.

For the next 40 minutes Miss Aimee outlines clearly and thoroughly just
what we will be covering over the tenure of this course and I must say that
even ole Jessica looks excited!

I really look forward to learning how to gather information and how to
reconniter a situation and story lead.  Miss Aimee is really kind and nice
and I think I'm gonna be thankin Dr. Lewis soon for giving me such a cool
opportunity.

The first class ends all too soon and I ask Miss Aimee if she needs any
help before leaving for my next class..,

"Oh no it's okay Felix but that's so sweet of you to offer!"

Her lovely smile makes me blush...

"When you have a disability like me, you learn to always be super
organized, it allows you to do a lot more things than people realize"

"Okay then, I'll see y'all at last period Mam, umm bye" I bob my head and
saunter off down the hall.

"Good bye Felix, see you then" she replies.

We went up top for a long lunch coz Jake had the next period off and my
next class was free to study anywhere we liked for today.  This gave us
nearly two and a half hours to spare.  Jake questions me about Miss Aimee
but I don't think he's getting the answers he wants to hear.  He wants me
to tell him how scary or evil or weird she is but she isn't.  I can't lie,
she's real nice and I don't got no bad feelings bout her at all!

"I still don't trust her for some reason" Jake narrows his eyes, remaining
unconvinced.

I find it ironic that he ain't even met her yet!  We call Uncle Ryan to
check up on Clarke but there's no real change.  There's been all sorts of
stories flying round the school bout who could have done it and why?  Some
nasty folks even tried to say that Sue did it or maybe even that Builder
Brad guy and Lenore even!  I can't believe how terrible folks can be!

It don't make it any easier for Junior who just drifts round the school
aimlessly, missing his best friend like crazy.  I can't believe how we have
become pretty close especially considering the way I first met him and
Clarke.  And then of course there's Jake...

After lunch (where Jake scared me with his baby octopus antics) we went and
spent some time with Miss Carol and I sang a few songs to help brighten her
soul.  Then the doctor and nurse came and we had to leave.

We went back to school and in final period Kim, Jessica and I met up with
Miss Aimee again.  She asked us to tell her what's on our minds and of
course we all talked bout our friend Clarke and Miss Carol.  Miss Aimee
listened carefully and then told us that beginning tomorrow we were going
to start using our skills to canvas both these situations as if they were
'breaking news stories'.

It was the first time I felt uncomfortable but I understood when Miss Aimee
said that in journalism we needed to learn how to remain objective and
detached from the investigation or else we would lose all perspective and
that was unprofessional.  I guess I understood this on an intellectual
level.., I guess.

But I noticed that I did not tell Jake about this when he asked how the
afternoon session went and what we did.  I did not feel comfortable about
it at all.  Instead I spent my time showing him the cool Nikon camera she
had given to each of us - to keep even!  I looked forward to learning how
to use it.  Even Jake was quite excited bout the camera, he really likes
gadgets hehehe.

That night I got my cherry licked for the first time... hehe sorry for just
putting it out there like that, and believe me I certainly 'put it out
there alright!' - hehehe...

He 'took me' by surprise actually but oh my what a nice surprise!  We was
in the jacuzzi playin around.  I had been sucking on his tumescent dick and
really gettin into it when all of a sudden he slid back into the tub and
attacked my mouth rendering me dazed, confused and senseless.

It wasn't long before he had me sitting on the edge of the bubbling jacuzzi
and began feeding my super sensitive cock to himself.  And just as I
thought I was about to come he flips me over and goes straight for the
'bulls eye'.

My face reddens as I think bout this coz it is kinda like private you know
and there ain't no more private part than y'alls butt hole!  He blew on it
and my toes tingled (among other thangs).

Then without further preamble he just went to town and I was in heaven!
Jake has the most naughtiest tongue ever!  He laved up and down between my
quivering cheeks causing me to push back like a wanton sex kitten.  I knew
at this moment that I was gonna become an eternal anal lover hehehe.

He just couldn't seem to get enough of my butt, he was groaning and
breathing heavily, makin funny sounds.., I could not get enough and I
startled both of us when I started talkin dirty! - LOL!

"Oh yeah baby work that tongue in my tight lil butt hole!"

Even Jake stopped for a moment and I could tell for a moment that he was
shocked.  Then I felt him slowly beginning to shake as laughter overtook
him.  He grabbed me around the waist and turned me around our laughter
having completely overtaken us by now.  His butt seeking tongue invaded my
mouth and I hardened even more at the 'naughtiness' of it...

"Haha Felix what other secrets are you hiding huh?" he groans as he kisses
me like a mad man.

"I unno, I don't know where that came from, but I sure know where you are
goin back to!"  I push him off me and brazenly turn myself around again,
presenting him with my hole once again.

"Get that tongue back to work soldier!"

We laugh again and he bemusedly replies..,

"Sir Yes Sir - on the double Sir!"

He hardens his tongue and invades my pulsating, superheated hole absolutely
destroying my concentration.  I was determined to hold on and last this one
out but I ain't gonna make it!


"Lick that hole you dirty, dirty boy!!!" I scream and he kinda laughs and
licks at the same time the vibration of his deep timbered voice intensifies
my pleasure and before you know it I'm snowing all over the side of the
tub!

I try to sink back into the tub but he belays me and licks my cock clean
first.

"Jakey let me finish you off sweetheart" I beg...

"Been there, done that" he looks up at me and grins boyishly.

Somebody pinch me coz I can't believe this perfect specimen of a boy is
mine.  He is actually mine and he loves only me.., Felix!  He pulls me back
into the tub and I straddle him feeling his powerful rod up the crack of my
rear end as we kiss deliciously in the sultry, bubbling foam of his jism
touched, jet spray jacuzzi.

"Talk dirty to me again baby" he croons..,

I blush and hide in the crook of his strong suckable neck.

"You gonna be the death of me Jake Maxson!"  I sniffle a lil.

"But oh what a way to go huh baby?" he smiles into my damp hair.

I answer with a kiss.

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