Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2011 22:27:13 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Perfect Game  Chapter 52

The game is over and the championship is won. Now it's time to
celebrate and to let of some steam, not to mention take care of the
hormones that winning brought to the surface for our young heroes.

There is sex between minors, the story is mine, and be safe.

Comments can be sent to thehakaanen@hotmail.com . I received a
lot of new emails this past week and they were much appreciated.

CHAPTER 52
POOL PARTY

The celebration stopped just long enough for the ritual handshaking
between the two teams to take place. The often meaningless "good
game" was actually sincere this time as it was a game worthy of a
league championship game, something the boys on both teams
recognized. As soon as the two teams finished going through each
other's line the Titans went back to celebrating, with a lot of
hugging, hand shaking, back slapping, and even kissing, going on
between teammates, friends of teammates, families of teammates,
and a couple of girlfriends of teammates.
For the Falcons there was the disappointment of losing, the fighting
away of some tears, and then a party of their own, even if it was not
going to be a championship party. Even in their disappointment the
players on the Falcons would look back at the game as being a high
point of their middle school years.
Kevin saw Mark, now out of his umpire's uniform, leaving the field
after having changed in the little umpire's changing room behind
the concession stand. Kevin ran over to greet him and, he hoped,
receive the young arbiter's congratulations.
"Hey!" Kevin yelled.
"Hey yourself kid," Mark said with a big grin. "Great game and
congratulations on the championship. You guys deserved it. You
have a great team."
"You called a good game," Kevin said. "You didn't miss a single
call."
"I only had two tough ones," Mark said. "The banger at first in the
third and the steal call in the fifth."
"And I really nailed that kid's ass on the steal," Kevin grinned. "Your
partner was good, too. He didn't miss anything."
"Morgan is good. A lot of guys who've been around as long as him
think they're too good for this level ball, but he figures every game
he umpires is important to whoever plays it and he umps it that way.
Plus, you gotta be brain dead to not get stoked for a game like
yours."
"You haven't ever called me," Kevin said.
"I'm not really in the habit of calling 12 year old boys," Mark said,
"even horny ones like you."
"We're all horny," Kevin said, "but I'm horny for you."
Mark smiled. "You're something else, I gotta say that. Look if you
want to hook up with me, call me before August and maybe we can
get together." Kevin's eyes lit up hearing that. "But, to just talk
baseball. You seem to know a lot about the game."
That got Kevin to pout momentarily. "I guess," he said.
"That's my deal."
"Okay, but can I still be horny for you?"
Mark laughed and said, "I can't control what goes on in your head."
"I still have your number. I'll call you as soon as school is out which is
Friday." He wanted to add that if Mark wanted to talk baseball Eric
and Noah knew even more about the game than he did, but
decided that at least for now he wanted Mark exclusively for himself.
Maybe he could still get Mark to do something; after all he got Mark
to talk sexy and to feel his ass, so anything could happen.
"I gotta go," Kevin told Mark. "We gotta get our gear on the bus and
go to our end of the season party at Coach Ecklund's house. He has
a pool and everything."
"Have fun, you guys deserve a good party. You're a good team and
were fun to umpire. Don't forget to call." Mark headed for the main
gate of the complex, figuring that Kevin would never call him, while
Kevin headed back to the dugout to get his gear, knowing that he
was going to make that call.
On the way to the bus Eric and Scott were stopped by the Dawg
and Donkey who both had big smiles.
"We got a ride here from Zach's older brother. We wouldn't have
missed this game for anything. Okay, we got lucky we didn't have a
game until tonight, but otherwise not for anything."
"Thanks," Eric said with surprising shyness. "We're really glad you
could come."
"For sure," Scott said.
"Now you guys can go out and win again in seventh and eighth
grade and pull a sweep," Mike said with his usual optimism.
"That's the plan," Eric said, his bubbly self popping back up to the
surface.
"We'll see you soon to take care of some promises."
"Sounds like a plan." Eric and Scott gave the two high school boys a
parting wave and headed for the bus.
The celebrating players carried their gear onto the bus and flopped
into individual seats. There was no girls' team on this trip which made
the boys feel a bit freer and the banter between them showed it.
Not only were the JV players on the bus, but so were the seventh
grade varsity players, all of whom attended the game. Steve and
Cameron were the only eighth grade players to attend the game,
which was already leading to speculation among players, fans, and
even the coaches, as to who would make up the high school
freshman team next spring.  There seemed to be a real lack of talent
and interest at the eighth grade level.
Cups had been pulled out of uniform pants and uniform pants were
unbelted and loosened, or pulled off by the boys who had shorts on
underneath, but for now the thoughts were on baseball and not on
sexual topics. The school bus pulled out of the parking lot and
headed for the highway leading to Mayfield. It was followed by a
parade of cars honking their horns and making sure everybody was
paying attention to the Mayfield Titans. Some parents would be
following the bus to Coach Ecklund's house to help host the team
party while others would peel off and head for home when the
appropriate street was reached.
About halfway to Mayfield, Marty, who had been lying across the
length of the seat with his socks off and his hand inside his pants,
decided to pull his pants and sliding pants off and ride the
remainder of the trip wearing just his uniform shirt and boxers . "We're
going to be changing into our swimsuits when we get to coach's
house anyway," Marty reasoned to himself as much as to those
around him. He could almost read "There goes Marty being a perv
again" in their faces. But Marty was the hero and as such any
negative thoughts came out as good natured kidding. Besides, most
of the boys had noticed that Marty and been a lot less "pervy" of
late.
Rich had already pulled off his uniform pants as well as his sliding
pants. He had gym shorts on underneath, so he looked a little less
conspicuous than Marty did. Kevin and Kraig stripped down so they
were wearing just their undershirts and boxers and Jin surprised
everybody by doing the same. Eric and Noah were across the aisle
from each other and grinned as they stripped down to their t-shirts
and gym shorts for Scott and white briefs for Eric. The coaches shook
their heads in a manner which said "boys will be boys."
As the boys tumbled off the bus the parents who were showing up at
Coach Ecklund's had the same attitude as they watched some boys
come off the bus still in full uniform while most were only half dressed
in shirts and shorts or underpants.
"It looks like some people are pretty eager to hit the pool," Noah's
dad said.
Coach Ecklund told the boys where to put their baseball gear and
showed them where the den was; that would be their changing
room.
"Can't we just go skinny dipping?" Kevin asked, knowing that Coach
Ecklund allowed Korey to skinny dip with Chandler.
Coach Ecklund gave them a wide grin but said, "Sorry boys, I don't
want anybody's mom to faint, so swimsuits are required." He gave
both Kevin and Marty a knowing look.
"Why are you looking at me?" Marty asked.
"Because he knows you Marty," Danny said. "That's his way of saying
you can't go swimming in your boxers."
"I'd be wearing more than you are right now," Marty said. Danny
was the first boy to strip naked.
Coach Ecklund looked over and Danny, whose beautiful 12 year old
body momentarily took his breath away. "You can hit the pool
through the sliding glass door. Don't forget your towels." He had a
nice house located on five acres outside of town. While he had a
sizeable pool, it wasn't as big as the one at Noah's house nor did it
have a cabana. Coach Ecklund and his wife were teachers after all.
Chandler and Korey were already in the pool as the team members
came out of the house and headed to the pool area. Danny was
the first to come in, doing a cannon ball that splashed water into the
faces of the two fourth graders.
"Fuck that water is cold," Danny yelled as he surfaced. Then he
remembered where he was. "Oh, sorry coach."
"You're forgiven this time, but you boys remember where you are
and behave accordingly. Also, no more diving or jumping into the
pool, except off the board and only if you clear everybody out of
your way first."
"Oh, man," Marty said. "I was just about to soak all of you." The size
of Coach Ecklund's pool, plus the number of boys ready to fill it,
made the coach set some rules of conduct.
But even with restrictions the boys had fun splashing each other,
kidding each other, not to mention playing grab ass and grab
whatever other bodily parts they could clutch. There was also some
more serious goings on between some of the boys along with a few
somewhat serious conversations, which would lead to some
interesting trysts after they had finished eating.
  Time had gone by much too quickly when Eric's mother came
poolside and announced that serving food would commence in
about 15 minutes.
The boys climbed out of the pool, drying themselves and putting on
sweatshirts or hoodies.  The temperature might have climbed to a
nice 75 degrees, warm for an early June day, but the water was cool
and there was a slight breeze. There were also a few puffy clouds
floating in the sky and every time one of them covered the sun the
boys swore the temperature dropped ten degrees.
Before the boys were released to grab barbequed hamburgers and
hot dogs, along with potato salad, baked beans, and whatever
condiments they wanted to apply to their meat (don't even go
there, dear reader), Coach Sanders said he had a couple of
announcements to make. He once again congratulated the boys
on their great season, wished them all good luck on their summer
seasons. He then reminded them to bring their uniforms to be
checked in before the end of the week. His big announcement was
that the Varsity/JV banquet would be Thursday at six o'clock at the
Roadhouse Restaurant. He then encouraged everybody to dig in.
Anybody who knew the boys and who did not know some of the
things that had transpired on the pool would have been surprised at
who sat with whom after grabbing his food. The conversations that
had been started in the pool continued, but were interrupted by
Eric's mother just as they had nearly wiped out the food supply.
Eric's mother brought out a large chocolate cake, topped by 12
candles stuck into the icing that read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTT"
along with images of a baseball hat, a bat, a ball, and a glove. The
boys (along with the adults) cheered and then sang "Happy
Birthday" to a grinning Scott. "I am so looking forward to spanking
your naked ass later," Eric whispered into Scott's ear as the singing
ended and the boys went to get their plate of cake and ice cream.
Noah's dad played the concerned parent role, reminding the boys
to let their meals settle before going "bonkers" in the pool. That led
to a series of muffled groans. By now most of the boys had donned
shirts or sweatshirts to battle the somewhat cool air.
Marty and Eric had were one of the interesting pair of boys to sit
together. As the grab ass in the pool had gotten more serious, Eric
felt a pair of hands grab his ass cheeks. He turned to see who it was
and saw Marty sporting a big grin. Before Marty could move Eric
grabbed Marty's balls through his swimsuit and the fun was on. The
grabbing escalated to where Marty reached into Eric's swimsuit and
grabbed the sixth grader's now tumescent cock skin-to-skin. The
move surprised Eric, but he did nothing to discourage Marty's action.
Marty jerked on Eric's cock slightly before pulling his hand back out
of his swimsuit. This was as intimate as Marty had ever gotten with
Eric, a boy he had had a crush on since baseball started; not that
Marty would ever admit to that. The next big move, just before the
call to eat, was Eric reaching into Marty's swimsuit and kneading his
athletic bubble butt cheeks. It was also the first time Eric had allowed
Marty to go beyond making suggestive comments and actually
allowed him to touch his privates.
"Damn, I wish we could find a place to do something," Marty said as
Eric kept caressing his butt.
"Like what?" Eric asked, his cock rock hard even in the cool water.
"Like you giving me a blow job," Marty said.
"Oh? And not the other way around?"
"I don't do BJs. Licking pussy is my thing."
Eric doubted this was true, but elected not to challenge the seventh
grader. "Then even if we could find a place we wouldn't be able to
do anything," he said.
"I got the game winning hit today," Marty said with a leer.
"Congratulations, but no deal. I mean we won as a team, I do
believe. Besides, baseball and sex don't have anything to do with
each other." Eric had been excited by Marty in the pool but was
now having some second thoughts about messing around with the
older boy. He had almost forgotten that his hand was still inside
Marty's swimming suit.
"Okay, it's your loss. Not everybody gets to suck on the hottest dick
in the seventh grade." Marty then pulled Eric's hand out of his
swimming suit as the call for lunch came. After grabbing his food he
sat next to Eric and Scott.
"Hey, birthday boy, I need to talk to your boyfriend for a minute."
"Anything you say to him you can say to me," Scott said.
"It's private. And besides you got him for the whole night."Scott
remained firmly in his place. "Please?" Marty said. That was a word
that did not come easily to him, especially when talking to his peers.
Eric gave Scott a shrug of his shoulders. Scott smiled and relented,
heading over to talk with Bobby, who, surprisingly, was not eating
with Noah. In fact, Scott didn't see Noah anywhere.
After Scott walked away Marty moved in closely to Eric. "How about
we just jerk each other off?" he whispered.
"As long as we do each other," Eric said. "And as long as it's okay
with Scott." Maybe doing something with Marty would be fun. And if
he did do something, maybe Marty would quit bugging him about
having sex.
"What, he's got you pussy whipped?"
Eric could feel his temper rising a little. He was on the verge of telling
Marty to get lost, but he was still strangely turned on by the thought
of messing around with Marty. "We have a deal that we can do stuff
like jerking off without asking, okay? But it's his birthday so he's got a
right to have a say. And...," he paused for emphasis, "...he is my
boyfriend." There, he'd said it out loud to Marty, though the fact
wasn't really much of a secret.
"Then go ask," Marty said as he appeared nonplussed by Eric's
comment.
"But if he says yes, where do we go? It's not exactly private around
here and it's not even our house."
"Just ask Scott and then we'll figure it out." The bulge in Marty's
board shorts was obvious. Marty was excited, he was on the verge of
doing something sexual with a boy he knew he didn't have a crush
on because he was not the kind of guy to have a crush on other
boys, Rich not withstanding.
Eric went over to Scott, interrupting what looked like an interesting
chat he was having with Bobby. The two boys talked back and forth.
Bobby did his best to stay out of hearing range, but he really wanted
to know what was going on. Eric had interrupted a very interesting
and sexy chat he'd been having with Scott.
"Think how long we'll last tonight," were Eric's last words, and Bobby
heard those plainly. Eric grinned at him and Bobby broke out into a
big smile. Eric went back to Marty and said, "We find us a place and
we're good. But JO only so it's even between us."
"Whatever."
"Shouldn't you ask Rich if this is okay?" Eric asked.
"Rich? What does Rich have to do with this?"
"Well...aren't you two like...well...you know..."
Eric realized he had made a big mistake as he saw the look of anger
in Marty's eyes. "Rich doesn't tell me how to run my life," Marty said.
"And you got things all wrong."
"Sorry," Eric said quietly. "I didn't mean anything."
Marty took a deep breath, his horniness overcoming his anger. "And
besides I don't see his ass anywhere out here."
"So, where do we go to, the downstairs bathroom by the den?" Eric
asked.
"Nah, it's too small. Plus somebody's gonna want to use it to pee or
something. There's gotta be a bigger one where the bedrooms are."
"We can't just go wandering around the house." Eric was beginning
to wonder if this was such a good idea. The steel rod in his swimsuit
kept telling him it was, but his bigger brain, which was rapidly losing
blood to the smaller head down below, kept saying he might want
to be cautious
"Why not? We just say we got lost or something. It's not like we're
going into somebody's bedroom---we're looking for the bathroom
for fuck's sake."
Eric was ready to suggest they forget the whole thing when Marty's
hand brushed up against his balls and then barely brushed his hard
cock. The quick feel sent the momentum the other way and Eric's
little head said "fuck caution." He got out of his chair, adjusting his
trunks to make his throbbing four inch rod more comfortable.  It did
not go unnoticed by many of the players that Marty and Eric had left
for the house together, but the significance went over the head of
all of the adults except for the coaches, who knew more about their
players than they let on.
Two others who noticed Eric and Marty disappearing into the house
were Steve and Crawford. The two eighth graders here hanging on
to the side of the pool at the deep end.
"I told you he was a faggot." Steve said.
"Who? Eric?"
"Fuck Eric. He's one of the little queer sixth graders, so that's not
news. No, I mean Marty who says he's such a stud. He feels a girl's
boobs once and he's Mister Stud. You know those two are going in
there to suck cock.  You can tell just looking at them."
Crawford stared at the now empty doorway. "Did you ever talk to
him about what he missed at the party he ditched so he could go
chasing his boyfriend?"
"Nah, it wasn't worth it. I thought he was cool for a seventh grader,
but he's a cocksucker just like the sixth graders." Steve looked at
Crawford and smiled. "Playing strip poker with those high school
chicks and drinking beer and getting high, fucking A dude, that was
a good time."
"Those bitches were fine. Too bad they didn't want to fuck us."
"I was ready to," Steve said. "You could sure tell that."
"Yeah, your boner was way hard. I had to jerk it off for you just to
keep you from moaning about how horny you were." Crawford
looked back at the door.  "Want to follow them in and give them
some shit."
"Not here with the coaches around. I don't give a shit about the
sixth graders, but Marty will be hearing from me before school starts
next year. I didn't like him fucking with me by leaving us standing in
front of the school looking stupid. Bad enough I let him suck my cock
that one time, now he thinks he can just walk away when he knows
we're waiting around for him. He'll hear from me."
"I want to be there when you have your talk." Crawford adjusted his
swimming trunks. "I got a boner now."
"Me too. It would be nice if there was a place around here we could
go jerk off...I need to get off bad."
"It would be even better if there were girls here."
"Yeah. I'm gonna go call my mom and pick us up.  We can go
whack our junk up in my room...maybe help each other out some."
"Cool...I can't wait." Crawford was now even harder, if that could
be possible.
Marty and Eric started looking for the big bathroom as soon as they
entered the house. "If Chandler was around we could ask him where
to go," Eric said.
"I'm not sure I want some little fourth grader to know that we're
looking for the bathroom together---especially the coach's son,"
Marty said.
"Chandler knows a lot more than you think. He's not your normal
fourth grader. He might even let us use his bedroom, except he
might want to join us."
"You're shitting me," Marty said. But then the image of his being a
ten year old with his coach's dick in his mouth went flashing by him.
"Ain't no way I hook up with Coach's ten year old kid."
"For a ten year old his body is amazing and him wearing a speedo...I
mean EVERYBODY was looking at him at the pool. I know I sure was.
He's got more muscles than you do."
"I wouldn't know," Marty said. "I don't go around checking out little
boys like you homos do."
"Whatever, I'm just saying the kid is way different than most 10 year
olds in lots of ways."
It didn't take long for the boys to discover a bathroom in the hallway
on the second level of the split level house. It was a full bath with
plenty of room to stretch out. They entered quickly; making sure the
door was locked behind them.
"Did you hear voices in that room?" Eric asked, referring to the room
across the hall from the bathroom.
"Probably some of the missing guys playing video games. I bet that's
Chandler's room."
"Well, we better keep the groans down," Eric said with a giggle. He
pulled off his sweatshirt and was now wearing only his swimming
trunks.
Marty checked him out. He had enjoyed his jerk off sessions with
Scott and actually missed them in a way. But now here he was with
the boy everybody was saying was Scott's boyfriend. He had
thought Eric was cute (for a boy) the first time he saw him, and
seeing him naked in the locker room didn't change his mind at all.
When he'd first come on to Eric it was more that he wanted to
conquer the new kid and to show Scott that he was the boss. But
today was different. He wanted Eric because he was horny for the
cute boy and he knew Eric wanted him, too. Before, he knew Eric
wanted nothing to do with sex with him, but now Eric was obviously
enthused about jerking off with him. Ever since Marty had hooked up
with Rich he started to see the world differently, that he could
actually get somebody's attention by being a friend rather than by
shock value.
"You don't need to stare a hole through me," Eric said. He pulled
down his trunks, his hairless pre-teen boner pointing right at his chin.
"Um...am I the only one getting naked for this or do you just plan on
looking?"
Marty shook himself out of his reverie. Damn, he thought, I was
tripping out like I was stoned or something. He's really hot looking
naked---for a guy. Marty pulled off his own sweatshirt and his trunks.
This time it was Eric's turn to stare, without the guilt feelings that Marty
had; Eric was sure he was gay after all. He looked at the small pubic
bush at the base of Marty's over five and half inch 13 year old boner.
Precum was dribbling out the pee slit. They sat side by side on the
rug, their backs up against the tub.
"We're doing each other, right?" Eric asked.  He knew about Marty
and Scott's messing around last year and how Marty was reluctant,
at times, to touch Scott's dick. Even though Eric figured Marty had to
be doing a lot of sexing with Rich, he just wanted to make sure what
the deal was.
"That's what we agreed on," Marty said. To make sure there was no
question about it he reached over and put his right hand around
Eric's throbbing boner. Eric's moan started loudly, then quieted
quickly as he remembered that somebody was in the room across
the hall. Eric reached over and took Marty's teen cock into his hand,
causing Marty to utter a controlled murmur.  Marty looked over at
Eric as they stroked each other, confused by his sexual feelings for
him; feelings he'd had since he first saw him as a new sixth grader.
Jerking off with a guy was okay, but more and more his feelings were
stronger than just wanting to get off.
"I wish I had some weed. It would be cool to do this high." Marty
didn't ask Eric if he'd ever been high. He figured that since Eric
came from the city he had to have smoked weed.
"Yeah," Eric said dreamily, wrapped up in the feelings Marty was
bringing out of his dick, not totally realizing what he was saying.
"I thought so. We gotta all get stoned sometime this summer." Marty
was now completely convinced Eric had been high before, though
that was not the case. A couple of sips of beer was as far as Eric had
ever gone in the world of drugs and alcohol. The taste of beer
convinced him he would never want to go farther. Suddenly he
stopped jerking Eric's dick, and moved Eric's hand away from his
won.
"Is something wrong?" Eric asked.
Marty said nothing as he rose from his ass and flipped around so he
was kneeling between Eric's legs. Eric looked at him with curiosity,
seeing a face and eyes filled with unbridled lust. Marty bent down
and put his lips around Eric's hard little cock, causing Eric to emit
another siren like groan. Eric gathered his wits long enough to utter,
"I thought it was just JO...that you didn't suck cock."
Raising his head, Marty gave Eric his trademark sexy grin, "You're
returning the favor, right?"
"Well, yeah...but..."
"It's don't ask don't tell, or even ask don't tell..."
"I gotta tell Scott, though."
"It's cool." Marty returned to sucking Eric, taking his dick deeper into
his mouth, sucking the head, the dick, then licking along the shaft, at
the same time playing with Eric's tight hairless balls. Eric smelled his
hand, taking in the flavor of the precum he had picked up from
Marty's boner during the short time he jerked the seventh grader off.
Marty lifted his head again, asking Eric if he could shoot.
"A little...it's clear."
Satisfied, Marty went back to work, wondering what made him
suddenly decide to put Eric's cock into his mouth, but not really
caring why at the same time. He didn't have to work for long. Eric
had almost been ready to blow when Marty asked him about
cumming, and within seconds he blew hard shots of clear boy cum
into Marty's mouth, which Marty swallowed.  Eric's body shook from
the force of the orgasm as Marty let go of Eric's ultrasensitive dick
and gave Eric another grin. "Surprised you, huh?"
"You did. You've done it before."
"Shhh, don't ruin my reputation."
"Do you and Rich suck each other?"
"Shhh, just do me."
The two boys switched positions and Eric quickly gobbled in Marty's
dick. He was happy he had sucked the Dawg and had swallowed a
large load of cum. He didn't want Marty to think he was a rookie or
anything. Eric could taste the precum that was now leaking
copiously from Marty's cock as he wrapped his lips around the head.
He then started going deeper, his hands playing with Marty's balls
and the bottom of his shaft. Marty pushed down on Eric's head.
"Suck me hard," he whispered. Eric obliged as he started bobbing
his head with a purpose, using his lips and his tongue and his mouth
to satisfy the boy he had found to be so weird so often. Eric reached
under Marty's perineum, his finger middle finger finding Marty's
pucker and rubbing it.  Like Eric, Marty was pretty wound up sexually,
and it didn't take long for him to start pushing his hips up as he tried
to fuck the sixth grader's mouth. Within seconds he fired his thicker,
though not yet fully mature, teen cum into Eric's eager mouth. It
came harder and in more quantity than Eric expected; he couldn't
quite swallow it all and some dribbled down his chin. He licked what
he could and wiped the rest off with his hand.
Both boys panted, their dicks softer but not fully deflated. "That was
fun," Marty said. "Hope you liked it." For the first time with somebody
other than Rich, Marty felt fully satisfied by a sexual experience.
"I can't believe you sucked me." Eric shook his head like the entire
thing had been a dream and he was trying to wake himself up.
"Did you take some hits?" Marty asked. "You looked stoned, but your
eyes don't look it."
"No, I'm not stoned. It just all was surprising and felt real good."
"Let's get our stuff on and get out of here," Marty said.
The boys grabbed their shirts and trunks and put them on quickly.
They moved quietly to the door and listened to check if anybody
was outside. Hearing nothing they opened the door. At the same
time the door across the hall opened, revealing four boys, one of
whom was naked with cum on his chest, face, and in his hair. An
almost three inch boner stood up proudly from his groin. Standing to
Eric and Marty's left in the hall were Scott and Bobby. Marty's jaw
dropped when he saw Rich's head appear behind the shoulder of
the young cum covered boy. They all stood staring at each other
across the hall, their breathing the only sound to be heard.

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