Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2011 15:44:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: jim ford <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: T. R.'s Tale chapter six

This story is fiction. The characters are adults in adult situations.

Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is yourself.
Trust no one; use condoms. If you are not of legal age or in a jurisdiction
in which this document is illegal, go way. This is my story. Please respect
the copyright. Sojourn1950@yahoo.com

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Somehow Friday seemed farther away than tomorrow. When we got back to the
clinic David started inviting people and I headed out to do grocery
shopping. I had told David I would pick up some chips and dip kind of
stuff. He relented only after I reminded him I was going grocery shopping
anyway.

I was surprised at the size of the supermarket. Yeah, it was one of those
we all shop at but somehow I figured it would be smaller for a town this
size. At odd times over the last couple of days I had added to the list. In
spite of what people might think it's hard to stock a "new" kitchen. If
you're prone to forget an item when you go shopping, just imagine having to
remember everything a kitchen might need in the way of food items. I
cheated. I had asked Juanita to help and she and the other ladies at the
clinic made a game out of who could come up with the most complete list.
They bounced that off Google and Voila. I was confident that if I followed
the list they provided, I would have most if not everything I would need.

I had a strategy. I would shop for essentials and condiments take those out
to LBJ and then come back for normal kind of grocery items. As I was
loading this first load into the back I heard, "Can I help you with that
Tim?" I knew it was Jed the moment I heard "Tim".

"Nah, I pretty much got it. Thanks anyway." All this I said without even
looking up. Jed must have thought his question was rhetorical because he
started handing me my grocery bags. I decided I really didn't like Jed
Compton. "Why are you even here? You don't strike me as the kind of man who
goes shopping, even for himself."

"Well truth is I saw your Jeep and figured I would save myself a phone
call." He handed the last of the bags to me and once in place I shut the
hatch. "Look Tim, I'm sorry I had Bach piss." His boyish grin told me he
wasn't that sorry. "Anyway you more that paid me back when you got me to
worrying that Bach might not have been what I was led to believe he
was. Actually I shouldn't have cared, he was a gift."

I'm sure I must have looked dumbfounded. I mean who would give away such a
rare animal? Let alone give it to someone like, like him. The look on his
face told me he was embarrassed by telling me this. "OK Jed, I guess we're
even. Now what is it you really want? You didn't stop by to help a gay Vet
with his groceries." I was holding the shopping cart ready to return for
more groceries as soon as Jed departed.

"Tim, the real reason I stopped is I want to ask you to have dinner with
me, tomorrow night. I would like to get to know you better."

"If this has anything to do with me being Bach's Vet, as much as I would
love to take care of him...I feel it would be a disservice to Doc, to take
on that role." Damn, I could be an actor. That was just like I rehearsed,
except live instead of over the phone.

Jed looked at me like I had a screw loose. "Bach's care comes through the
Saudi consulate in Houston. He has better medical care than either of
us. They send a team to collect his sperm twice a week; part of the package
that brought him here. What does that have to do with having dinner with
me? You're not dating Gordon, are you?"

Now it was my turn to look at Jed like he had a screw loose. "You know, you
are not the first to think that. What is wrong with people that they think
a gay guy can't live with a man and not have sex with him? What kind of man
do you think I am? What kind of man do you think Doc is?" I turned the cart
toward the store.

Jed reached out and pulled me to a halt. I can't explain why I didn't try
to break free. I guess I wanted to hear why he wanted to take me to
dinner. "Tim, I'm sorry. I didn't ask if you were having sex with Doc. I
asked if you were dating him. You been in town what three days, you'd have
to be some kind of slut to be having sex already."

I gave him a look that suggested he let go of my arm and he did. I gave him
a look that was meant to say how untrustworthy I thought he was, "Just why
do you want to have dinner with me? We already ruled out the likelihood it
could be professional. So, what is it, you want me to help you get back
into Doc's good graces? Can't help you there, I already gave Doc my word
I'd leave that to you two to work out. You can't be too comfortable talking
to the "gay Vet", so how you gonna manage to sit through dinner?"

Jed pushed his Stetson back on his head and kind of half smiled. "Look, not
many guys are sharp enough or ballsy enough to outdo me. I was impressed
with how you handled yourself this morning. And I like the way you looked
in those cute little running shorts. You got a wicked little smile and cute
ass and did I tell you, you looked great in those running shorts. I'd like
to get to know you better; so, how about dinner tomorrow night?"

I was slowly coming to realize Jed was asking me for a date. He was
handsome. He was strong. He was probably ten years older then I. Then I
thought of two things. He's closeted and I was seeing Bill. "I learned the
hard way, I never date closeted men."

I saw shock spread across his face. Thinking I had made my point I turned
back to the cart and headed for the store. Once again Jed grabbed me and
turned me back toward him. When I looked up to tell him off I saw his smile
and then a blur as he bought his lips to mine. When you're six feet tall
it's hard to find a man whose arms you can melt into. Bill is two inches
taller and it just doesn't happen. I am not the kind of guy who really
wants to melt into a man's arms... at least not until today. Jed may have
been closeted but where ever he learned it, the man knew how to kiss. I
mean in that big ole parking lot this big ole Texan had my heart pounding
and my cock throbbing and I didn't care where I was. It wasn't until some
redneck driver yelled out "fagots" that Jed and I broke the kiss. Jed
looked around but it wasn't the guilty kind of look, it was almost
defiant. Jed Compton was looking to kick some redneck ass.

Turning to me he said, "Maybe, I shouldn't have done that. But I figured
this morning was too soon and well just now I figured you were about to
write me off and I wasn't ready to accept that. I've wanted to kiss you and
a whole lot more since I first saw you this morning; so, how about dinner
tomorrow night?"

"I have a party to go to tomorrow night and I'm meeting someone there." For
the life of me I couldn't remember who I was meeting at the party. Then
again, I couldn't remember where or what the party was about. Jed Compton
had shook me up.

"I don't want to intrude. Is this someone, someone serious?"

I thought about it for a moment and said, "I don't know, I hope so."

Jed's face melted from a hopeful smile into something a lot less
positive. He recovered quickly and showed no emotion. He had a strong poker
face.

"Fair enough." He turned and walked away. A few steps away he called over
his shoulder "See ya tomorrow, Tim."

As I pushed the cart toward the store I was feeling that somehow kissing
Jed was cheating on Bill. Then I realized that I didn't know Bill, or David
or Jed or Doc well enough to consider them more than acquaintances. Then I
felt guilty for lumping Bill in with the others. Truth is I already
considered each of them a friend; Jed, not yet. He may be big, bold and
sexy, but there is something, exciting, almost dangerous about him. I
wondered if he and Bach were going to be chasing me tomorrow. I found
myself trying to remember if there had been a lariat on Bach's saddle. Oh
well.

I had the list for the essentials but now for the "what are we going to eat
this week? I played it by ear. I had learned to cook at home, my mother
insisted. Through Vet school I had an apartment and managed to cook most of
my meals. It isn't difficult if you like leftovers. For dinner tonight I
chose some thick rib eye steaks, twice baked potatoes, grilled asparagus
and some nice romaine for a Caesar salad. Anchovies are an acquired taste
only if they are they are used with a heavy hand. Otherwise they provide a
wonderful background flavor. In Caesar salad they are indispensable. I
decided a key lime pie I sampled would do for desert. I picked up some ice
cream, just in case.

Two and a half hours and several hundred dollars since leaving the clinic I
was putting away frozen and fresh when my cell phone rang. I smiled when I
saw it was Bill. His voice was almost sultry, "Hey cowboy, committed any
criminal offenses today?"

"Well I got kissed by a big guy in a parking lot." I was half hoping that
he would confuse Jed's kiss with his kiss at the motel.

He didn't, "You found yourself another guy, are you starting a male harem,
cause I ain't goin' nowhere.?"

"Bill, I'm not looking for any other man right now. Why are you calling,
you're not canceling are you?"

Bill pretended to ignore me and mused, "I wonder if bigamy applies to gay
men? I might have to come over and arrest you. What are you wearing right
now? I'd have to handcuff you and take you in until we can verify. Then I'd
have to stop by my place to get the keys and then I'd have to handcuff you
to the bed while I change into my uni... I'd have to pat you
down... maybe... no, definitely a strip search... depending on the
situation it could mean a body cavity search." As he spoke his voice got
softer and huskier, is that possible? Then as if in a trance he asked,
"Tar, wanna forget about dinner and just come on over to my place?"

I understood; I really did. I mean I know it started out as a joke but I
didn't have to look down to know I was leaking like a sieve. It wouldn't
take much more of that talk and I have to take matters in hand.

I could hear my voice was raspy when I said, "Bill, Doc is expecting dinner
tonight and I have a guest coming so let's forget about your fantasy and
focus. Can you come over and help me or not."

I couldn't help it. His response sounded all too familiar. He was in such a
daze he couldn't find his own ass with both hands and a road map. I raised
my voice, "Bill, can you come over and help?"

I could almost see him shake his head to clear his brain, "No, I'm actually
calling to see if I can bring anything. I took an afternoon sick time. So,
can I do anything to help out?"

"Hey, that would be fantastic." It actually felt good to see somebody else
dazed and confused for a change. "I could use some help right now. I've got
a ton of groceries to put away and steaks to marinade and potatoes. Hey,
how about coming over and giving me a hand."

"Tar, uh, what time is Doc gonna show up? Ah, never mind, I'm on my way."
There was no goodbye just a sharp click.

I only made two more trips and I heard the rumble of that big Harley as
Bill pulled into the drive. He was all in black; boots, jeans, belt, tee
shirt, jacket, helmet. Only the helmet wasn't all black, it had blue worked
in somehow that matched the black bike's highlights. I watched as he got
off the bike, his long muscular legs separated him from the powerful
machine. He stowed his helmet, gloves and draped his jacket across the
handlebars then came to help.

I had put away the perishables; the rest was destined for the butler's
pantry. I was leaning in to get another bag when Bill stepped behind me and
laid his chest upon my back. This forced me to lie on my
stomach. Supporting his own weight yet holding me in place he whispered in
my ear, "Can't we go inside and checkout your room
and... maybe... checkout... each... other." Each word was emphasized by his
hump my backside. Each hump included a little roll that let me know that
same monster I saw the other night was ready for action.

Now, I can tell you having a hot, handsome, hairy, hung, hunk humping your
ass is a turn on. I don't care if you're a bottom, a top or versatile. It's
hot! So why, instead of answering that sultry voice in my ear with
something like, "Let's Ride'm Cowboy!"

Why did I laugh? Yep, I laughed. The humping halted; Bill raised up and
stepped away from me and LBJ.

I sort of rolled over and sat on the tailgate. Bill's look said he was a
little hurt and a lot concerned for my sanity. I considered his look and
thought he was overreacting. My laughter was hardly above a giggle and
certainly not the insane kind. He glanced at his Harley like he ought to
get moving. The idea of him leaving was a sobering thought.

I reached out and pulled him in between my legs. I let the palms of my
hands move up his flat belly and separate as they explored his massive
chest. When my fingers rubbed his nipples through his tee shirt, I felt him
shiver. I stood up. I rested my hands so they each held a pec with the
thumb teasing a nipple. I looked up to meet Bill's gaze but his eyes were
closed. I touched my lips to his. That seemed to be the spark that ignited
a flame within him. He pulled me close so my hands were trapped between
us. His tongue rubbed insistently across my lips. As I parted my lips his
tongue rushed in and began mapping my mouth. His taste was cinnamon and
excitement. I could have compared this kiss to Jed's or Robert's or any of
the girls or guys I had kissed before. But a passionate kiss is just
that. If it's passionate, it stands for no comparison. Your brain is too
busy figuring how you're going to get to get more of this good feeling and
how you're going to get off to worry about how this kiss stands up compared
to....

I realized Bill was massaging my ass with more than a hint of how his brain
intended to get him off. I pushed him back, "Bill, I've only been, uh, uh,
well, on the receiving end three times. That's what I was giggling about,
the idea of your monster cock up my ass. I know it can fit. I just don't
think I'd be able to walk right for a day or two. I definitely could not
cook dinner tonight."

Bill didn't try to hide his disappointment. Slowly an evil grin took his
lips into the cutest curl. He chewed his lower lip as if in deep
thought. "Tar, remember when you had me in that hammer lock? I told you
then I would let you fuck me, if you asked. That offer's still open." He
shifted his gaze toward some juniper bushes along the edge of the drive.

Now it was my turn to begin a sensuous massage of his ass cheeks. "You
know, Mr. Straight Trooper, I just put away some supplies that I figure
could help us out. Can I show you my room?" Yeah, I know corny right? Shit,
you don't always have those right romantic lines. That only happens in well
scripted movies.

Bill swallowed hard and I could see he was rethinking the idea of giving
himself to me. "Bill, come inside. We don't have to do anything but get
closer. Right now, for me that'll be enough." Reassured, he let me take his
hand and lead him into the house. Once in my room I closed and locked the
door.

When I turned back to Bill, all his hesitancy was gone. The first contact
of his skin against mine was our lips. We were feeding off each other and
the delicacy consumed was passion. Our tongues retreated when we nibbled
and sucked on lips. Bills hands were busy undressing me and mine were
getting to the better parts of him.

We broke away and openly stared as we each got naked. Bill kicked off his
boots; my brain registered the image of this incredibly handsome man
dressed in black with white socks. It made me tingle. I swear when he got
down to white socks and white boxer briefs... if he had touched me I
would've come. How could just looking a near naked man make me crazy?

When Bill took down his underwear I froze. His well muscled body was
perfectly proportioned to his height. His cock was not. It didn't stand
up. It stood out at about a fifteen degree angle and bent down under its
own weight. It was long and thick, uncut and drooling precum. I wondered if
some of the guys that rejected him did it out of self preservation... they
wanted to keep their assholes in a usable state.

Bill was too busy watching me to notice anything. Once naked I began to
stroke my seven inch cut cock. Bill licked his lips. He came to me and
dropped to his knees. In a single motion he took me balls deep. I could
feel my brain take a bead on this one sensation. God, he swallowed and sent
tremors throughout my body. I was about to cum and it was going to be
fantastic. My balls drew up and I could feel chin stubble like hundreds of
little needles pricking my sack. Just when I thought I couldn't take
anymore Bill pulled back to breathe. I wanted to grab his head, fuck his
face and shoot deep into his throat. Why the fuck did he need to breathe
when I needed to cum. He looked up at me even as he gasped for air. I see a
smile form around his open mouth. His lips were mere inches away from my
cock and moments away from my cum. I took his head and pulled him back onto
my cock. He took me deep without hesitation. I humped his face, no, no; I
immediately began to fuck his face. I wanted to get back to where I was
before he had to breathe. He wouldn't have to breathe again before I
came. I'd make sure of that. If he blacked out I was going to cum before he
stopped. Bill accepted my pounding. His hands stroked my thighs and ass. I
was on the edge about to fall into that rapturous oblivion.

Fuck! I stepped back. I almost forgot about fucking that glorious ass. If I
came now, there wouldn't be a second chance before Doc got home.

Even as I stepped back, Bill leaned forward to follow me with his open
mouth. I got down on my knees and took his face in my hands. The smile he
gave me was innocent and warm and...loving. As my lips met his he pulled me
into him and together we fell sideways and stretched out on the floor. Each
touching, caressing, pinching, pulling and tugging what we could reach. The
kiss kept the focus. I rolled Bill onto his back. I maneuvered him so that
his thighs rested on mine.

As my cock throbbed the head slapped against Bill's balls. "Bill, can I
fuck you?"

Bill's answer was a nod accompanied by a glaze that began to cover his eyes
and a smile of anticipation that painted his face. I tried to reach around
to the drawer in the nightstand then realized I needed some pillows. I slid
away from Bill. Left alone on the floor Bill began to slowly stroke his
cock while playing with his nipples. He would twist and tweak one then
slide his fingers through the hair on his chest to the other one. I noticed
that as he tweaked harder he would increase the rhythm of his strokes. I
wasn't sure he was going to wait for me. His left hand pinched and pulled
his right nipple really hard. As he did his right hand became a blur as he
stroked. His face contorted and his ass lifted off the floor. In a single
motion His left hand moved down, took his ball sack so his balls were
resting above his fist. He pulled his sack up and around his cock toward
his chest. He released his cock and in quick succession, using his thumb
and forefinger, he thumped first the left and then the right ball as hard
as he could. Bill rolled onto his side into a fetal position. He cupped his
balls and held his stomach. Just seeing that made my dick start softening
and my guts twist up in sympathy. Bill was a much tougher man than I. After
a moment he straightened out and began to play with his cock, which began
to harden again almost immediately. Seeing my concern he softly said, "I
like to edge. Thumping my balls lets me get right to the edge and not
cum. The pain passes quickly and when I do cum it is fantastic."

Despite his rousing endorsement and apparently incontrovertible logic, I
didn't see myself trying that anytime soon.

I grabbed the lube and condom from the nightstand drawer. I dragged two
pillows onto the floor beside us. I lay down beside Bill and took him into
my arms. I kissed him and explored his mouth while my passion soared
again. I got on my knees to roll on the condom. Once my shaft was sheathed
I reached for the lube. Bill took my hand and said, "Don't, I want to feel
you inside me. Once we're done I want to remember this for a while." He got
on all fours and took my cock into his mouth. Though the position seemed
awkward for him, the effect was pleasurable for me. Bill spun around and
presented his ass. He laid his head on his crossed forearms giving me total
unfettered access to his pucker. "Tar, don't do anything else just get all
the way inside me right now. I want you in me now. Just ram it in, in one
motion."

"That's gonna hurt like hell. You sure you want that?"

There was conviction and a hint of desperation in his voice as he said,
"Tar, I want to feel you in me, NOW! Just do it."

I lined my dick up with his pucker. Bill was already searching with his
ass. I had been idly stroking my cock. When he said, 'Just do it' my cock
throbbed in my hand. I let some spit drool onto my fingers and wet the end
of the condom. I lined up my cock with his pucker. I felt his pucker
pulsate against my cockhead. I pressed lightly against his love hole. I
placed both my hands on Bill's shoulders and pulled him to me as I thrust
my cock forward with my hips.

The sensation almost made me cum. His sphincter rippled along the length of
my cock. It was the tightest, most intense experience I had ever felt. I
wondered if Bill had ever been fucked. While I was busy focusing on my own
sensations Bill had reacted to my forceful assault by coming up on his
knees. His powerful ass was trying to cut my invading cock off at the root.

If his ass had clamped down on my cock as I penetrated, now it was like
twine had been wrapped around the base of my cock and tied tightly. I could
feel the blood swell my manhood to an almost painful level. It was like I
had on a too tight cock ring. I knew that Bill's sphincter would relax but
for now this was almost painful. Unaware, my hands moved to wrap around his
chest. I stroked the soft fur; I kissed the back of his neck. My hands
began to tweak his nipples. A soft moan escaped his lips and I felt his
body relax. His sphincter let go its death grip on my cock. The painful
engorging of my cock subsided. I continued working Bill's nipples with my
left hand and moved my right hand slowly down to his cock. As my fingers
played through his trimmed bush I felt his body shiver in anticipation. I
hefted his massive manhood and began slowly shifting the foreskin back and
forth. I couldn't see what I was doing. But I felt his cock get harder and
his ass shifted against me as a signal he was ready to fuck.

Slowly, I withdrew until I felt his asshole grab my cockhead; even as it
did Bill spasmed his sphincter. I understood that to mean "don't pull
out". I pushed in...just a little.

Bill dropped back to all fours. He shifted until he could hook his feet
together behind my butt and pulled me into to him. His action did not bury
my cock... but I got the message and went balls deep. This time his only
reaction was to tremble and moan. I held still for a moment then withdrew a
little. Bill slammed his ass against me so hard it almost made me fall onto
him. I got this message loud and clear. I worked his ass...hard. Hard and
fast...short and fast, deep and fast. When I felt him get in synch and knew
he was jerking his cock, I reached down and pulled his hand away which
garnered me a moan of protest. I angled my cock so I stroked his love nut
on each in stroke. The first strike Bill's gasp was loud and
strong. Subsequent passes had him twisting his ass, almost dancing trying
to maximize the love nut touch. When his obvious pleasure was moving toward
a climax, I pulled my dick out and slapped his ass hard, "Get up on the bed
on your back, your ass at the edge." I was in control. Bill almost
scampered to comply. By the time I stood and approached the bed he was in
position pulling his thighs into his chest. Already his massive manhood
began to pool precum that was running into his belly button.

I need to explain that before Bill's blow job it had been months since I
had sexual contact with another man. That man had been Robert. He was an
aggressive bottom. A simple kiss would lead to his riding my cock as I sat
in a kitchen chair. He maneuvered my cock to his ass more often than he
touched his own. He could, in any position, angle his ass so he could and
would make himself cum. Sometimes it seemed he was so detached, I could
have been a suction cup dildo stuck on a wall. I learned to keep him
connected; I had to stay in control. Sometimes it was a challenge... I'm by
nature a competitive guy; I do so love a challenge.

My condom covered cock was bobbing as I walked. The tip of the condom was
heavy with precum. Bill's face showed hunger for my cock. His eyes shifted
between my face and my cock. I stopped as I approached his body. I wanted
to ram my cock back into his tight ass. Instead I took his balls in my left
hand and his massive manhood in my right. His cock was hefty. I began
stroking his cock and rolling his balls around in their sack. A thick line
of precum drooled from his cock to his hard rippled belly. His innie was
filling fast. "You like this don't ya?" His eyes held my gaze as he nodded
his head. I fisted his glans; it was about the size of a plum. I rubbed his
precum all around. My thumb teased his frenum. I closed my hand around his
ballsack and put the slightest pressure on his balls. When the pain
registered it was marked by a sudden sharp intake of breath. "You like that
better, don't you straight trooper? You like it when I squeeze your
balls. Feels good, don't it?

Between his throbbing cock in my hand and my own pulsing against his
pucker, I'd say we were both pretty happy right now... except for one small
detail. I began a light rhythmic squeezing of his balls and increased the
tempo of my strokes on his cock. "Pinch your nipples Trooper. Come on work
'em hard." Bill, met my gaze with a hard stare that said he had no
intention of pinching his nipples. I drew my face into a practiced sneer,
"I said, 'Pinch your nipples Trooper. NOW!" With that I began to crush his
balls. His head neck and shoulders sprung up from the bed. He held that
position and began tweaking his nipples. His face now questioned me. I
understood, "Good Trooper." I released his balls and made sure my dick was
lined up. Bill was still holding his upper body up off the bed. He had a
light sheen of sweat covering his body...God, the man was beautiful. "You
ready for this Straight Trooper?" Bill, bit his lower lip and holding my
sneering gaze, he nodded. I rubbed the head of my cock against his hole and
rammed it balls deep. Bill's howl was a fair indication he was not as ready
as he thought. I wasted no time; I began long dicking him in a hurry. I
slipped out on one back stroke and when I rammed again balls deep Bill
began wheezing like a locomotive. He pushed my hand away from his cock and
began stroking his massive manmeat. He took his balls in his left hand and
pulled them away from his crotch. I leaned over and pinched both his
nipples. Bill responded with, "Oh yeah Tar, oh yeah. God I'm gonna cum". I
knew where his love nut was and looking more like a mounted Jockey than a
man having sex I ravaged his ass and pounded his prostate. My new position
forced me to pull his nipples, but I didn't let go. Bill's right hand was a
blur, his balls were stretched so far them seemed to be turning white. He
was rolling his head back and forth so fast that spittle was trailing in
the air as his moans became louder.

Bill tried to fold himself in half as his climax came upon him. His face
became a hideous mask of ugly concentration as he blew spittle and
growled. His first shot hit him just below his nose the rest painted his
neck and torso.

Seeing him shoot was the last thing I remembered about Bill. His ass
clinched my cock all along the shaft and pulled against my out stroke and
pushed against my return stroke. That was one sensation too many. My body
switched immediately into the "cum now or die" mode. My balls tried to
follow the first shot out of my cock. I was rabbit fucking Bill for all I
was worth. I shot so much cum into the condom it appeared to be white
rather than clear and cum was leaking out the back end.

I moved away from Bill and carefully stripped off the condom and tied it
off. I saw that Bill was watching me and smiling. "We should get a shower
and get back to the kitchen."

"You think your friend Doc might think something is wrong if we fixed
dinner in the all together and me with cum on my face? I thought you said
the man was understanding."

A sharp slap on the ass got him moving. A little grab ass in the shower and
we were dressed and in the kitchen when Doc walked through the door.

Both Doc and Bill seemed perfectly at ease with one another. I grabbed us
each a cold beer. Doc slipped off to change and Bill helped me get dinner
started. We worked well together.

When Doc came back into the kitchen he caught me giving Bill a quick peck
as a thank you for some small favor. When I saw Doc watching I became
suddenly embarrassed. Doc smiled and, "I can get used to seeing that. It
makes me feel almost young again. Say T. R., I know David is still at the
clinic. Would you two mind if I invited him to dinner. He's such a lousy
cook I have got to where I can't really enjoy a nice dinner without feeling
guilty knowing the boy is eating his own cooking."

I figured what Doc was saying was that he approved of Bill and thought
David might also. I looked at Bill and got nothing more than an indifferent
shrug. Turning back to Doc, I said, "Sure Doc, knowing Bill's appetite I
was prepared to feed a small army. One more won't matter."

When I turned back to Bill, I saw tension riding his face. The reassuring
smile he gave looked more like the first wave of nausea. I released a heavy
sigh and wondered what Bill wasn't saying.

For a friend,

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I challenge each of you that read and enjoy my stories to find another
story on Nifty that you have enjoyed and email the author to let him
know. It makes a difference.

I answer all emails that say something more than "good job". The shortest
email is still one from the first chapters of "Gordy comes Home", it simply
said "!!WOW!!".