Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 14:44:48 +0000
From: Night Wulf <nightwulf@hotmail.com>
Subject: Travellers Way Chapter Two

This is a piece of fiction depicting a forbidden romance between a young
adult and a minor. If you are under age or live in a country where this
sort of fiction is illegal please find something else to read.

Though this may contain scenes of a sexual nature this story is about a man
finding himself amongst prejudice and of a forbidden love so if you want a
pure sex story go somewhere else. Copyright to KitY2K; ask permission
before use of any of the characters involved.

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Traveller's way Chapter Two

By KitY2K

Twenty Minutes later I was stood alone in front of Eddie Everton still
holding the black Spaz-12 to his son Sam Everton, who had tear tracks
running down his face.  Sirens reached my ears and I looked to the father,
who only wanted his boy.  " Look Eddie, If you put down the gun we can stop
anything happening right here," I said.  " Oh yeah and what if I don't?" he
threw the challenge back at me tightening the grip on the pale faced boy.
" Then you'll be arrested and never see your boy again," I offered the
alternative. His shoulders sagged and he moved the gun slightly.  " I just
wanted to see my boy more, Mr McCaffrey," " But coming into an adventure
camp full of young kids with a shotgun wasn't the best way of doing
things," I suddenly saw out the corner of my eye dark clothed police
officers, they were the Armed Response Unit of the Thames Valley Police.

Let me just step back and describe the scene to you. The large car park was
covered in sand and I was stood just off the track that led into the
woods. Opposite me stood Eddie Everton, overweight and wearing a grubby
Chelsea FC t-shirt. His piggy-like eyes flickered around him, darting to my
face then around the surrounding area. His hair was patchy and like wire
making him appear crazy. He stood in front of a wooden building the
administration building like a large L.

To our left just past some bushes were the dorms in a half-circle. But
directly to our left were woods which framed the road into the camp that
now had Armed Response stood probably with H&K MP5's loaded and ready. One
man will have a long sniper's rifle aimed at Eddie's head. But he had his
finger almost on the trigger so a shot couldn't happen unless I loosened
him up.  " I just want my boy," he whined repeating his earlier statement.
" Why don't you relax a little it's just me, you and Sam," I said calmly
reaching carefully behind to unsnap the gun restraints easing the gun
slowly from the holster, " If you kill Sam by accident then this will have
been nothing, but if you put the gun down now I will help you,"

I saw his indecision, a vein on his temple pulsing as the not very bright
mind picked over my offer determining, or try to determine, the possible
escape routes/exits and if he can get out this mess alive.  " So if I place
my gun on the floor and release Sam you'll arrest me but help me out to get
me my son back," he queried " I give you my word as a police officer," I
told him stiffly, " I will use all my connections to get Sam placed in your
home and your legal responsibility," " Your word don't mean shit, Pigs
don't ever tell the truth," he answered.  " That's not true," I replied,
trying to reason with him.  " I've had nothing but trouble with the pigs,"
" Well I'm sorry about that sir, but I assure you I'll always tell the
truth," I replied, " I'm a Detective Inspector for the Special
Investigations Departmentand a community officer and I'm always very
truthful," " Well you've already lied," Eddie grasped, " You said you were
a lieutenant," " The Met have just decided to introduce two ranks, military
ranks and standard ranks so we are able to work with the service as
equals," " Really?"  " Yes, Sir. I've worked closely with services on some
classified cases," I answered him. He seemed to loosen up a little his
finger relaxing on the trigger and I could see his decision as it formed to
release his son to me.

Abruptly a twig snapped and Eddie saw the police Armed Response Unit.
Instantly his finger tightened on the trigger and I made a decision in a
fraction of a second. I pulled my gun from the holster and swung it around,
steadying the gun I fired. As I had been trained to do. The gunshot was
like an explosion as the bullet was propelled towards Eddie Everton.

Time seemed to slow down as the bullet hit Eddie Everton, propelled through
bone and cartilage straight into the brain and out the back of the head. He
was dead before he hit the ground, nerveless fingers dropping away from the
black Spaz-12 as I sprinted and caught the gun before it hit the
ground. Clicking the safety on I put the gun down as noise flooded into my
mind.

Sirens became even louder as the ARU moved forward. Samuel Everton stood
stock still staring at his father. HE was stunned and shocked at the
complete turn of events as I kneeled at his level staring directly at him.
" Are you ok?" I asked.  " You.him.father," he stuttered as suddenly he
began to cry. I took him into my arms as he buried his head in my
shoulders, tears falling freely and shoulders shuddering. I just whispered
soothing words and beckoned the police force forward so they could cover
the body and take charge of the scene.

Sometime later I was leaning against my car taking a deep breath, Sam was
in the main office with a hot chocolate and the camps director.  " Luc
McCaffrey?"  " Yea," I answered. I looked as the man approached, wearing a
grey suit and blue tie he looked sensible.  " DCI Robert Collinwood, Can I
ask you a few questions?"  " Yea sure," I answered flippantly.

X

I parked the car in the driveway and put on the handbrake, putting the car
into neutral.  Above me the house loomed tall and menacing in some ways but
this is where I'd grown up and I'd always love it. Dark grey brick hidden
partially beneath ivy, the two-storey building was sprawled out.

I stepped up to the front door made of dark mahogany and pressed the
doorbell. My thoughts drifted back to three days before when I had shot Sam
Everton's father.  Briefly shaking my head I brought myself back into the
present. The door opened and I looked at a young boy. Perhaps six or seven
with mussed brown hair, he was extremely cute. He looked at me with bright
blue eyes, freckles liberally covering his cheeks and nose.  " Hello young
fella," I said, " What's your name?"  " Casey," He answered his voice clear
as crystal, " What's yours?"  " I'm Luc," " Luc, honey," a grey haired
woman opened the door fully and pulled me into a hug, " Are you ok?"  " Yes
Mum," I replied exasperated.  " It's so terrible, when he took that boy
hostage. I saw the news on ITV and was shocked when they mentioned your
name," " I had no time to think, I could only act. I've been to Doctor
Fitzpatrick in the last few days and she has helped me," Doctor Maureen
Fitzpatrick was a police psychologist for Met Police, I had been to see her
every week since I had been shot.  " That's good," Mother purred and
beckoned me inside, I followed into an open airy hallway. A long mirror
reflected my head and shoulders as I trailed behind my mother and the young
boy. We entered a large living room and I smiled at my father.  A dignified
gentleman he stood to just under my chin, his hair was salt and peppered
coloured and combed back.  " Hello son," he smiled at me. Mathew McCaffrey
is a military chef or was a chef, he retired two years ago and had my
parents had acquitted a small fortune from some savings. Lynda O'Higgins
was Irish although none of my mother's accent had filtered down onto Seth,
Casey or I. She had brilliant red hair and still looked to be in her
thirties despite having a child my age but admittedly was a little frumpy.
My dad just said plenty of love handles to hold I just shuddered at the
thought " How are you?" I asked as I sat down opposite them. The two sofas
were opposite each other with a flatscreen 40' TV sat on a wooden
stand. Opposite me were giant windows looking over the front driveway and
my car.  " I'm good, we heard about you're exploits on TV," my father
grinned; he was fair proud of me I could see from the way he held his
body. Before I joined the SIB as a negotiator they trained me to read
people's body language to whether they were a threat, friendly or on edge,
etc.

" So whose the little fellow?" I asked indicated the youngster now on my
father's knee.  " Your youngest brother, Casey!" Mum said surprised. I was
certainly surprised as well I don't remember Mum having another child but
then I hadn't been home in nearly seven years.  " When? How?" I stuttered.
" Eight years ago, you would have been in the Army Corps then when he was
conceived and you haven't spoken to us in nearly five years," My mum said
hands on her hips.  " I've been busy," I replied uncertainly and unsettled.
" Well this little fellow has heard all about his eldest brother and how
he's a hero," Dad said and slapped the little boy's knee. Casey giggled and
I couldn't help but smile, he had such an infectious personality about
him. I looked at the clock.  " Are we ready to go?" Maybe I should back up
and explain a bit, yesterday I had got a phone call from my Mum about what
had happened three days ago and she asked if I wanted to go on a long
weekend trip to K"ln in Germany by bus. It seems that Seth had been going
with them but had been invited to spend the weekend with a friend so
pleaded with Mum and Dad to allow him to go. So I got the offer to come
instead, which I accepted.  " Oops yes, let's get the suitcases,"

Ten minutes later I pulled up to a Tesco car park, the supermarket was
bustling especially for a Friday. In the corner was a large coach so I
pulled close and parked the black BMW X5 near by. I got out opening the
boot for my parents so they could get out their suitcases; I just pulled
out a large backpack and slung it over my shoulder.  " Are you packing?"
Mum asked holding a light blue suitcase by the long pullout handle. I
grinned at her then just outright laughed at the statement.  " This isn't
the 1970's Mum and I'm not Macgyver but yes Mum I have got my gun on me," I
drew back my light jacket to allow her to see the holster on my hip,
letting the jacket fall back I made my way to the bus.  " Hi, I'm Jenna," a
woman spoke to me and Casey who was right in front of me, " I'm the
assistant Rep for Travel Co, can I have your names?"  " Casey and Luc
McCaffrey," I replied patiently.  " Arh yes, you were a last minute change
weren't you?" She said in an annoying nasal voice. She was blonde haired
with a long narrow face and probably a year younger than I. With the way
she was looking at me I reckon I could have bedded her by this evening. I'm
not boasting but I do seem to attract pretty young woman and some older
woman as well.  " C'mon buddy," I said and picked Casey up under the
armpits lifting him on to the bus. He giggled and smiled at me, during the
car ride he had sat up front and I had chatted with him. He was a likeable
and loveable boy and I could tell I would really like my youngest brother.

As my jacket rode up the Rep got a view of my gun and gasped.  " Excuse me
sir, could you hold on one moment?" She asked, I hadn't realised yet she
had seen the gun. I moved over to the side and waited as she fetched the
head Rep for the Tour Company. He was a middle-aged man but looked pleasant
enough.  " Phil O'Connor," He introduced himself and shook my hand, I was a
bit confused as to why I was talking to him. Mum and Dad were giving me
strange looks as they stood with the younger Rep.  " Luc McCaffrey," I
answered.  " I'll get right to the point, my junior representative and
spotted that you were armed.  May I ask why?" I looked at him incredulous.
" I'm sorry Mr O'Connor, I'm a DI with the Special Investigations Branch of
the Met," I fished my ID out and showed him my police badge then my license
to carry the gun, " Although I'm off duty, I work for a very special part
of SIB and because of the enemies we have we are allowed to keep guns on
our persons, this is my private gun," " Oh that's a relief," he sighed.  "
A little advice sir, if you don't mind," I said, " Don't approach someone
you suspect has a gun period and wait for the police to arrive. I could
have been a terrorist and could have started shooting the moment you
mentioned that I was armed," He thanked me profusely for the advice and I
just smiled at him before boarding the bus sitting next to Casey. I pulled
out a junior chess travel game. Casey's eyes lit up and we began to play.

Almost three hours later we pulled into the Euro tunnel car park.  " Right
Ladies and gentleman," Jenna's grating voice came over the intercom even
though she was only standing at the front of the bus with a microphone, "
its 3.20 and our train is not until 5pm, please make sure your back on by
four-thirty as we're leaving at four-forty sharp," I nudged Casey who had
fallen asleep and he opened his bright blue eyes gazing at me seemingly
wide-awake instantly.  "Come on, kiddo," I said and got up behind a middle
aged couple, Mum and Dad not far behind us as I moved Casey in front of
me. We made our way down the stairs and into daylight. I stretched my legs
and my knees cracked.  " That musta hurt," Dad winced.  " It's those bloody
chairs," I ranted, " I can't help that I've got long legs," " Arh Mister
McCaffrey," Phil said looking at me, " Port Authorities rules say you must
declare any weapons or flammable substances," " Ok," I sighed, it was
almost worth leaving the gun at home. But last year a close friend who
works with me in the SIB had been out with his family in Disneyland, Paris
and had been attacked by counterparts to the Terror cell we had taken apart
in the UK. He'd been without his gun and been killed. My boss had spoken
directly to the British PM and he had allowed us to handle handguns at all
times.  " Go on without me dad," I Indicated the Terminal Building, " take
Casey and Mum to Burger King, I'll meet you there in a bit,"

So following Phil the two of us made for the offices of the Customs staff
to the right of the terminal, only constructed within the last year it
stilled looked fresh and new.  Within ten minutes we were out of there with
a special patch for the window in case customs inspected us as they
sometimes do. I bid Phil goodbye for the moment and headed to the bus to
get my cell before I met up with my folks. Jenna was sat on the bus steps
the bus driver no-where about.  " Hey big boy," she said.  " Hi," I scooted
past her to my seat and pulled out my cell phone. I turned and Jenna was
stood in front of me, I admit looking incredibly sexy with her red skirt
riding up her long legs and the blue shirt across her boobs as though the
buttons were straining.  " I want you," she simply said and pushed her body
into mine kissing me. I responded and so did my cock.  " Let's take this
somewhere private," I said and pulled her into the toilet on the bus.  No
sooner had I closed the door that she was ripping at my jeans sat on the
counter with the sink in it. I pushed her skirt up and puller knickers down
to her ankles revealing her shaved pussy. She spread her legs she pulled
down my jeans and boxers revealing my stiff member. I roughly undid her
shirt and pulled her perfectly rounded breasts from her bra licking her
nipples.

" Fuck me," she screamed. I began to kiss her tanned skin trailing gently
down her body as she made soft mewling sounds. My lips captured her nipple
sucking and her back convulsed her arms spread-eagled. Abruptly pulled my
face up so our lips met in a passionate kiss and her hand glided down and
found her target; she stroked my manhood and electricity spread across my
body and flooded the inner sanctum of my mind. She placed her hand on my
firm bum and our body came together. Yet my penis lay within mere inches of
her womanhood so close she felt the heat and her body almost cried for me
to enter her. She the pulled me suddenly forwards again and I thrust my
hips hard. She cried out in a mixture of ecstasy and pain. She was a
virgin!

She began to buck her hips to my rhythm and as the thrusts got faster she
clawed her hands across my back peeling away skin and intensifying the
feelings spreading across my body. I think my pleasure showed on my face,
and Jenna arched convulsively as my wondering mouth found her nipple while
my hand found the other. A steady rhythm was struck up as Jenna's hips met
with my thrusts, slowly I began to manipulate her bringing Jenna to the top
and pulling out before either of us could release our energies and just to
tease her. In the back of my mind I realised I needed to get back to my
folks who'd be wondering where I was. I plunged my hips forward shortening
my thrust so I rabbit fucking her, she was mewling now and I could tell she
was on the edge of an orgasm as I felt THAT feeling building so I fucked
harder.

Suddenly I was there and my seed released into her tight pussy. She was
breathing hard but I realised she had her orgasm. I pulled out of her
wiping my still weeping cock on the edge of her pussy and pulled my jeans
and boxers up. I buckled my belt and let myself out the toilet door.

I heard it lock behind me as I jumped from the bus and strode across to the
grey Terminal building. I entered the sliding doors grinning glad I'd had
sex now; I walked over sterile black and white tiles passing male toilets
on my right and females on my left. I nodded hello to a man in his fifties
who was opening the toilet door. Following the corridor past other
travellers I made for the central hub of the spoke like building.  In the
centre I made for Burger King.

Mum waved at me as I scanned the crowd so moved through the chairs and sat
down noticing Casey wasn't there.  " Hey," " You were gone a long time,"
Mum commented.  " Yeah, took ages," I replied not looking at my Mum or Dad.
" We saw Mr O'Connor come past about five minutes ago," " Yeah, I went to
the bus to pick up my cell," I said and added, " Where's the squirt?"  " Oh
he went to the toilets," Dad replied.  " Alone?" I asked frowning.  " Well
he said he was older enough to go alone he said and its not like he can get
lost," Mum answered indigently.  " He has taken a rather lot of time," Dad
said slowly looking at his watch, " He went ten minutes ago," " I'll go see
how he is," I said and slowly pushed my chair away from chair and got. I
strode back the way I had come passing payphones and an Internet terminal.
Strange how you notice things when your nervous because for some reason I
had a bad feeling. I pushed open the swinging door and I heard a squeak,
like a small gasp of fear a small boy would make.  " Casey," I said
loudly. Suddenly the panting noise and shuffling I heard stopped and I
tensed up, " Casey where are you?"

I saw urinals to the left and right as I moved to the cubicles, white and
glaring, on the right after the urinals. I stepped to the first door and
pushed it open: it was empty! The next four was like that then suddenly the
next was locked. I gently undid my holster and pulled out my Glock.  "
Casey are you in there?" I asked, " Police, open up!"

I slammed my foot into white wooden door and the locked instantly snapped
allowing the door to swing open. A young black kid was on the cistern with
his pants around his legs and a comic in his lap.  " Sorry, kid," I said
and stepped to the next one gun in hand. I pushed on it and again it was
like and my feelings of terror suddenly increased, " Police, open up!"

I held my breath then my booted foot slammed into the door and it slammed
into the wall. I still held the Glock 18 but was aghast. Casey was stood
facing me tear-stains making tracks down his face. His jeans and Y-front
pants were around his ankles, his limp penis and testicles displayed with a
man almost touching them. He quickly whipped his hand away as I took a look
at him.

He was fiftyish man I hah nodded pleasantly to earlier. His trousers were
also down but his snake was erect and dripping.  " You bastard," I snapped,
" Casey, pull your pants and jeans up. Go find Mum and Dad, tell them to
get the local Police,"

I waited for him to run out the bathrooms before I looked at the man an
ugly look on my face.  " Pull your trousers up, you piece of Rat Shit," I
said.  " What are you going to do?" He said fear creeping into his voice
but he just stood there, his now deflated snake limp.  " I said get them
on!" he snapped to it and I paused him into the main part of the toilets
and towards the door. Abruptly I slammed my fist into his face and he
reeled into the main terminal falling on his arse. I stepped out and threw
a drop kick slamming my steel-toecap shoe into his balls. He curled up into
a ball crying and holding himself.  " What's going on?" and " Stop right
there!" came to my left. Four police officers in florescent yellow jackets
and black combat flak jackets stood looking at me two holding Heckler and
Koch MP5 machine guns that customs police now held at ports and
airports. Other travellers were staring aghast at the man on the floor and
me stood over him looking like the demon from hell.  " What's going on
sir?" a senior officer said.  " D.I Luc McCaffrey," I said reaching for my
ID and the police tensed, "Relax officers, I'm just reaching for my ID,"

I pulled it out and showed them my ID.  " What happened?"  " This Fucker
was trying to sexually molest my younger brother when I walked in on him, I
thought I would try to physically castrate him with my foot," I shrugged as
I wouldn't get into trouble; we all knew paedophiles were hated and
despised.  " Oh Luc," I heard my mother say then the police reading the man
the riot act, ' You have a right to remain silent, Blah, blah etc.'

Mum crushed me into a hug, which I returned with one arm then she began to
cry into my Dad's shoulder as I looked at the silent Casey.  " You k',
Squirt?" I tried to keep normal as possible so he wouldn't me mentally
scarred. He launched into my arms and I lifted him putting my hand under
his bum as he cried. I spent the next half an hour with the police then
returned to the bus and off to Germany.

The weekend went quietly after that except Casey wouldn't leave my side, he
was like glue and even spent the weekend sleeping in the same bed. He shook
at night but I knew it was best to get it out now.

I returned back to home on Monday and just relaxed for the week.

X

Brilliant sunlight sifted through the bay windows. My eyes slowly grew
accustomed to the brightness as my mind gradually pulled itself from the
depths of sleep. I blinked as sound suddenly assaulted my ears and I
belatedly realised the insistent noise I couldn't recognise for the last
few minutes had been the phone.  " He-hello," I answered yawning.  " Where
have you been?" a piercing voice demanded across the line sharpening my
mind further.  " Asleep," I replied as the familiar voice of my mother
clicked with my conscious.  " What are you doing asleep?" Mum snapped, "
You're supposed to be running or similar to get back to full fitness-," "
Mother, what do you want?" I interrupted her," Because if you just phoned
up to complain about my fitness I'm putting the phone down," " I'm not,"
she answered softer in tone," I'm sorry to pick at you but I actually
phoned up to ask you for a favour,"

My mum can be formidable at the best of times so you had to learn to snap
back at her then she often backed down.  " What can I do for you then mum?"
I now asked.  " Could you please pick up Seth and have him stay with you
this evening?"  She asked. Instead of moving back in with my parents when I
returned to the small town I grew up in I had rented out a quaint three-bed
cottage on the edge of the village.  " Sure," I sighed, " Are you going to
be late?"  " Hopefully not, there's an emergency Op scheduled in the OR and
I'm going to be tired tonight on second thoughts would it be possible for
him to stay this evening?"  " He's still got some stuff here and I can
bring him back tomorrow," I replied. My thoughts flitting to the moment a
few weeks ago at camp then I stubbornly shook my head chasing those
thoughts away.  " Thank you honey, St Christopher gets out at 3.30 but
he'll probably be late he has riding lessons in the afternoon,"

We said our goodbyes and she hung up so I stretched my long legs
languishing on the sofa before looking at the clock. The beautiful wooden
masterpiece read 14:15.  Getting up slowly I made my way to the master
bedroom at the end of a light oak corridor.  A four-posted bed of dark
brown mahogany dominated the bedroom pulling eyes away from the bare
minimum of furniture i.e. dresser and a light oak mirrored wardrobe. I
stripped off my clothes when abruptly I caught sight of myself in the full-
length mirror.

Light red hair hung in a widow's peak framing a narrow face and intense
smoky-grey eyes. A narrow blade of a nose and thin lips completed a sensual
face. My 6ft 1in frame was wiry from my years in service and subsequent
fitness program but I was no Arnold Schwartnagger. A six-pack with a thin
line of navel hair led to an appropriate sized groin and well built runners
legs.

Quickly I showered without pleasuring myself and dressed in jeans with a
long sleeved thin shirt. Passing through the beautiful Victorian cottage I
considered putting in a bid for the home and returning hom to settle down
with a wife, maybe!  Although I could rely on my parents I had always
wanted to do things my own way and when I was in high school the teacher of
the IT course had asked to create a website. I had created a site, which
grew and sold it to a major IT company for œ2.3million enough to keep me
comfortable.

Two minutes later I stood in the inside doorway of the double garage. I
pressed a button next to the light switch and the door whirred into life as
I looked over the pair of cars I had finally allowing sunlight to blaze
onto the garage floor. I decide there was really only one that I could take
as the other car was impractical.  I spared a glance for my favourite car a
midnight blue Porsche 911 but it only held two seats whereas my other car
the black BMW X5 had five seats just in the case, as Seth had a habit of
doing, he brings a friend with him.

I picked up the keys and unlocked the car. Donning my Oakley polarised
fire- coloured lens sunglasses I started the car and drive out into the
shimmering heat. I heard the garage door rumble close behind me as I
pressed a button on the dash.

X

A light breeze filtered in through the half-open windows. Unusually for
England the summer had been hot often peaking at 29§C (82§F) midday. Today
was no difference I lay in the Beamer half asleep and listening to the
radio.  " The time is now 3.45 and now for a little bit of classic music,
Madonna's Like a Prayer," Edith Bowman, Radio One DJ, said through the
speakers.

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it
feels like home

When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I
wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a
prayer you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing I have no choice, I hear your
voice Feels like flying I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling Out of
the sky, I close my eyes Heaven help me

When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I
wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a
prayer you know I'll take you there Like a child you whisper softly to me

You're in control just like a child Now I'm dancing It's like a dream, no
end and no beginning You're here with me, it's like a dream Let the choir
sing

When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I
wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a
prayer you know I'll take you there

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me,
you are a mystery Just like a dream, you are not what you seem Just like a
prayer, no choice your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there It's like a dream to me

" Come on Seth," a voice caught on the wind and delivered it to my ears. It
was exactly as the song described like an angel sighing. Like the tinkling
of glass it was pure and beautiful, youthful and clear. Such was the beauty
of the voice I was enraptured like a thirsty man wanting water I wanted
more of the voice. I opened my eyes when I heard the click of the back
door.  " Luc, do you mind if I bring a friend? We are staying at your
place, aren't we?"  Seth's voice was grating compared to the high musical
voice I heard moments before.  " We are going to mine," I answered, " and
yes they can come, if you want them to stay tonight you can ring their
parents when we get to mine," " What's up with mum?"  " She's in OR so I'm
your sitter tonight, I'm taking you back tomorrow," " Cool,"

I turned then to look into the back and saw him for the first time. With
that first glance I thought he couldn't be more than 11-years-old as he
most likely was in my brothers' glass. He wore a light blue cotton T-shirt
with the St Christopher Crest and grey school shorts.  His long blond hair
was shaggy and hung over his eyes which were clear and vibrant hazel
colour, He had delicate features almost feminine in appearance. Just a
quick glance and you could almost mistake him for a girl.

His tee afforded a view of creamy collarbones and the hollow of his throat.
A light tan covered his arm and legs though he was quite slim but not
anorexic and must have been over a foot shorter than I.

My heart began to pound; sweat drifted down my spine and warmth was
spreading rapidly across my body as suddenly I felt weak and shaky but I
put it down to the burritos I had eaten earlier and not this young man
before me. I chided myself, laughing on the inside, no way was I checking
this boy out.  " Luc this is my friend Finley Carter," Seth introduced, "
He prefers to go by Fin though,"