Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2007 03:16:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 26

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 26

	I ran!  I flew!  I . . . well, somehow I got upstairs.  I had to
tell Russ how right he had been.  I hit the top of the stairs and almost
sailed right by him on my way out to the shop where I left him.  He,
Clayton and Petey were at the table, eating lunch.

	"What in the Sam Hill has gotten into you, David?" Russ called out
as I almost swept by them.

	"Oh!  I didn't see you there.  I was expecting. . . well, never
mind that!  You were right!"

	"Well, of course, I was.  What about this time, tadpole?"

	Clayton told me to sit!  Then he fixed me a plate of whatever they
were having just as they were finishing their lunch.  Russ stuck around
while Petey and Clayton went to play in the pool.  He watched me eat for a
few minutes then couldn't wait.  He got all fidgety.  It was pretty funny
to see him act like Grant or one of the other kids.

	"Alright, tarnation!  How did it go, as if I didn't know by the
smile plastered all over your face."  God I loved him.  He was so with it
and caring.  He wanted me to have a great relationship with my dad as much
as I did, it seemed.

	"I think he may be coming for a visit.  Isn't that great?  It
wasn't like we apologized or made excuses about where our heads had been
all these years.  We just started in again and he sounded different, ah,
different to me."  I was choking up again.  "He sounded like he wanted me
to be okay; like he really, really cared.  It was so, so, so..."

	"What?!  It was so what?"  He was practically leaning over the
table at me and I was trying to find just the right word.

	"It was so . . .comfortable.  It made me miss him and, even better,
I wanted him to see your place and know you and Sam and, well, and Grant
too, but just as, well, you know, as a kid.  I guess I didn't go into too
much explanation about the living arrangements up here; at least, not yet.
I really want him to meet you, Russ.  I think you could open up a whole new
phase of his life, really show him how to enjoy life for once.  God, I know
how much he really needs that.  My mother could be a real drag sometimes.
She's been gone so long and he isn't getting any younger.  I think he
should just move out here and . . . Oh my God!"

	"What is it?  Now what's going on in that crazy skull of yours,
boy?" He'd already leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, letting
me have my head and run with the story.  He was patient in his own way.

	"I never told him where 'here' is.  I should have . . . Oh, wait.
That's right.  He has some appointment over the weekend after next and he
asked me to call him right before and he may extend his vacation for two
weeks and stay here!  Ha!  That's so great, isn't it?  Is it okay, Russ?  I
didn't mean to impose.  I'll do anything I can to earn his stay; whatever
it takes."  I just kept getting more excited with every word.  I was doing
the fidgets just like Russ was earlier; only mine were pretty severe.  He
slowly sat up and uncrossed his arms.  He had a look of determination on
his face; no smile.  He slowly rose out of his chair and walked around to
where I was seated. He held out his hand and I put mine in his.  Our eyes
never left each others.  It was one of the most intense times I have ever
experienced.  There was this feeling of deep, inward peace and warmth
issuing through my whole being.  Every pore and sinew was relaxed, yet
tingling, as I stood up and turned to stand before this magnificent man.
My other hand met his and he just stood there looking deep inside my core;
my being.

	"David, I am so glad to have met you.  I am so glad that my family
has met you.  Now, it's your turn to have the feelings and wellbeing come
over you and your family that you have made possible for mine.  Okay? Earn?
Impose?  I have told you, this is your house as much as mine now.  You are
not a guest here, my David.  You are family.  I could not be more delighted
to meet your father and see you two renew your lives together, to rebuild
what you've missed for many years.  I can tell you from recent, first hand
experience what a wonderful blessing it is to be family again.  I wish for,
hell no, I know for a fact that you will or are experiencing that too.  I
hope he does come and meet us."  I looked up into two wet eyes through the
mist of my own wet orbs.  He was such a beautiful, kind man.  Somehow, I
knew my dad would like him instantly, just like they'd been friends for
years.

	Russ pulled me to him and I knew this wasn't going to be good.
There was the wonderful DeWitt smile, the intense DeWitt piercing stare,
and the classic good looks of the DeWitt men, but there was also the . . .

	"I just gotta hug ya, boy; just gotta."  And . . . he . . . did.
O-w-w-w-w!  And then he let go in time for me to still have strength enough
to stay on my feet.  He held me at arms length, smiling, but it was I that
spoke.

	"He said he loved me, Russ.  My dad said he loved me very much."  I
smiled back at him.

	"Yup!  David.  I think I could get to like this guy.  I think we
could be good friends.  H-m-m-m."

                               * * * *

	I didn't even think about going for a swim.  I wanted to be with
Russ; to have some of his wisdom and inner strength rub off onto me,
somehow.  We worked in the shop for hours, it seemed.  A wet Petey came in
with an ice cream bar that had made its way all down his arm and all over
his dimpled face.  He was so cute.  But when his Grampa Russ saw one drop
hit the floor of his shop he scooted the naked munchkin out of there with a
swat and a tickle.

	Soon it was 4 o'clock and there was no sign of the guys from
school.  I looked at Russ and at the clock and he waved me off.  At
four-thirty I did it again.  Russ gave me this exasperated look; like he
was forced to deal with an anxious puppy.

	"Oh, for heaven's sake, David.  You haven't lost him forever.  He
and Dustin are helpin' at the restaurant.  They'll be up here soon, I
promise.  Now just take it easy, hm-m.  Why don't you take Petey down for a
swimming lesson and I'll have them slide down when they get here?"

	"Are you sure?  I can stay and help."  I may have been jumping from
one foot to the other.  By the look on Russ' face I was probably doing at
least that.

	"Well, you sure are no help to me like that.  Go cool off
. . . please!"

	I don't think Petey and I had been playing in the pool for more
than half an hour before I heard the sound of two excited boys coming down
the slide.  This time, I grabbed little Petey and we waited beside the
slide until there were two splashes.  Then I gathered the littlest guy in
my arms and moved over to where they'd landed.  They both were grinning so
big.  Petey wanted to get over to them and give hugs; so did I.

	Eventually, Sam, Clayton and Russ all came sliding down and, for
once, they were all in the buff!  We had a great, lazy time just enjoying
each others' company and finding out about the day.  Bless Grant's heart
but he was so psyched up about my call to Dad that I was in tears again.
He was so cute. He couldn't wait to meet him either.  At one point I looked
upon this bunch of naked guys with pure pride.  Oh, not about bringing them
together.  I rarely ever thought about that because it was like no time had
been lost.  No, I was just proud to be a part of such a gorgeous bunch of
guys from five years old to seventy-three.  I admit that I kind of
shuttered, and maybe even laughed a little, when I thought about Dad coming
down that slide naked.

	"So, tell us what your dad is like David.  Does he like to swim and
fish and do other fun stuff?" Grant asked.

	"Uh-huh. An' does he like little kids, too?  Huh?  Does he?" Petey
was pulling my arm, literally.

	"Wow, guys, I don't have a clue.  I can't remember ever seeing my
dad in a swim suit, let alone naked and certainly not in front of a bunch
of other naked guys."  I reached down and pulled Petey up into one arm and
put the other around Dustin's shoulder.  "And as for meeting you two
pip-squeaks . . . .'  Petey giggled as if he knew what that was.

	"Hey!  I'm no pip-squeak," said Dustin, who had turned to look up
at me.  And to show his indignation, he reached up and pinched my tit!

	"Ow!  I'm gonna hafta get an eight year old and turn him into a, a
screaming mimi!"  There were the usual screams and water everywhere as all
the boys became boy beach balls.  We were all worn out in no time and began
to make our way up the path to dinner.  Euphoria was not the kind of place
where you could just call and have a pizza delivered or walk across the
street to a store and pick up frozen fare; but having two great cooks like
Sam and Clayton was wonderful.  In no time we had a wonderful feast set
before us.  The boys set off for their rooms to pull on shorts but the
oldsters told them that tonight was an exception.  Even Clayton, Sam and
Russ were only dressed in a cloth napkin in their laps.  It's funny how you
take things as simple as nudity for granted when it happens so naturally.
The kids were certainly an inspiration in their unabashed love for the
freedom it gave them.

	When dinner was over and it was still light out, I asked if we
could walk farther down the path for a little exercise.  Russ told us where
to go and what to look for so the three youngest and I set off.  Almost to
the pool was a path that turned off the main path.  We were to follow that
to the bottom, another some fifty feet down, but consisting of lots of
switchbacks, turning and twisting until we came to a huge grassy clearing.
It was so lush that the boys started to whoop it up and run like crazy.
They'd swoop past me and let one hand reach out to touch me as they ran.
They were being so crazy and free.  They screeched and shouted and laughed
as they tackled each other and rolled around in the thick green grass.  It
was so wonderful to see them enjoying their freedom outside; totally au
natural; both the setting and the boys.

	Soon, they were coming over to me and grabbing my arms to try to
tackle me down to the ground.  I was playing at resisting until Petey cut
his turn a little sharp and ran, with his head down, like an airplane,
right into the twins between my legs, that had already been so abused.
Well, that certainly did the trick.  I was on the ground in no time and
rolling around with the best of them, albeit in a protective, fetal
position.  I don't think Petey ever realized what had happened but I know
that Dustin was grimacing for me.  I caught that look before my eyes
watered up so bad that I couldn't see for several minutes.

	After a few more minutes and several really deep breaths, I was
able to straighten out and was soon attacked by the whole gang.  There were
naked boys all over me, sliding their sleek sweating bodies in every
direction, on each other and on me, in a stack of flesh that was beyond
sensual but within the realm of pure fun loving, mischievous gang warfare.
They held my arms down and played with every part of me and whooped and
hollered when they got to see me in the hard state caused by their
deliberate work in that area.  I wasn't even embarrassed since they were
doing the playing and knew the obvious outcome.

	I finally grabbed up Dustin and started a tickle attack that had
him laughing so hard he tried to use that old excuse that he'd wet his
pants if I didn't stop.

	"But you got no pants on, silly Dustin.  You're bare-naked and
don't have to worry about wettin' nuffin' but David."  Great!  Petey could
be such a help.  And the timing was perfect because I'd grabbed Dustin up
onto me while I was killing him with tickles.  He probably didn't even hear
what could have been a suggestion from Petey.  Okay, maybe he did.  He
finally looked up into my eyes and stopped laughing for one second, forming
a mischievous grin, before he closed his eyes and made that look that said
it all.

	"Ah-h-h-h!" was all he said.

	"DUSTIN!"  I held him up by his shoulders and watched the stream
between us get harder as it started at my navel and peaked at my rib cage.
"How could you?"

	"E-w-w-w!  Dustin, you tinkled on David!"  Well observed Petey!

	By that time all three of them were laughing as hard as ever.  Pee
has got to be the funniest thing to little boys, as long as it's not on
them.  So I tried to remedy that by pushing Dustin down onto my chest and
holding him there, then reaching for the legs of the other two munchkins on
either side of us.  Dustin started groaning and complaining even as my
hands left him to move away to the other two.  Grant and Petey were getting
pretty excited and a little scared.  I was only able to get one of Grant's
feet into the mess, to which he was mortified until he broke up laughing
again and ran off.  But Petey was lighter; so much so that as Dustin
wriggled his way off of me I was able to hold Petey over me, threatening to
pull him onto my chest.

	He was in shock!  And, sadly for my timing, his fun had ended.  It
was nowhere he wanted to be.  I saw real tears and moved him away to the
side.  I was torn because I wanted to hug him but I could only pat his
tummy and tell him it was all in fun.  I was a mess and wet with pee.  But
my little Grant came to the rescue and sat beside the little guy and pulled
him into his arms.

	"Ya know he'd never hurt ya, right Petey.  He doesn't have it in
him.  Right?"

	"We-e-ell," said the little one, looking over at the tyrant; me. "I
'pose so.  You sure had me worried, David.  You almost gotz it all over me
too, huh?"

	"Petey, first of all, I never want to hurt any of you, ever.  And
second, it's just a little water that will wash off, huh Dustin?"  I looked
over at Dustin who was standing several feet from us, arms out, looking
down at his gleaming wetness.  He looked up as I finished and did a great
nose scrunch as he said,

	"Ew, ew , and double ewey.  Gross!  How could you?"

	"Ha!  How could I?  How could I?  You did it, you little pooper.
Ah, ah, no ideas!  Let's go find the shower next to the pool and get
Dustin's gift off of all of us, guys."  They were gone in a flash.  I
slowly stood up and looked once more at the wonderful playground that was
at the bottom of the pathway from the house.  It was a remarkable place; so
simple and pure, just like most of what I had been experiencing up here on
the outskirts of Euphoria.

	After a few minutes of thorough cleaning and far more time horsing
around, we traipsed back up the path toward our home.  As we turned the
last corner we heard Sam calling to Grant.  The other two boys both thought
that their names had changed to Grant or that they were connected in some
way to the real one and ran off with him.

	By the time I got up to the house, Grant was skipping around, all
excited about something.  Dustin and Petey were there too but not
anywhere's near as happy as Grant.  Clayton had taken them to one of the
seating areas away from the main windows and was talking to them.  It
looked pretty serious.  Meantime, Grant was a bundle of fun, jumping and
singing.  Funny thing was, Sam didn't look all that happy unless Grant was
looking right at him.  When Grant turned away to start another verse of
whatever he was singing, Sam got this concerned look on his face as he
looked at me.

	"David, David, David.  We get to go camping.  We get to go camping.
We get to go camping."  Then his dance must have ended because he ran up to
me and grabbed on tight, around my waist.  "I've never been; not even once,
and Dad is takin' us and Grampa to some place he knows about.  Won't it be
fun?  I can't wait for Friday.  We only have a half day o' school so we get
to leave from there.  Ha ha!  It'll be so fun!"

	"Wow, Tiger!" I said somewhat subdued to try to tame the wild
horses in the ten year old hanging onto my waist.  I also noticed the same
look on Sam's face of, well, concern at least.  He looked at Russ and then
Grant.  Then he looked at the little guys and shook his head.  But then he
stared pointedly at me to make his message clear.  With almost regret in
his eyes, he shook his head.  I didn't understand at first.  Then it was
clear.  I grabbed up my little lover into my arms.  It was all I could do
to hold him without him flipping backwards, out of my arms.  "Grant, calm
down or I'll drop you.  Take it easy and let's talk.  I'm sure you're going
to have a great time.  It's the first time the DeWitt men have had any time
together, by themselves."

	Phfwump!  It was as though a dark curtain had dropped, or like I'd
let him drop to the ground.  I almost did.  He jerked up straight so hard
that he slid through my arms, onto the floor.  He looked straight up at me,
mouth wide open.

	"Huh?  No!  All of us," he said as he turned to his dad for his
confirmation.  Sam shook his head just enough to convey the reality to a
confused Grant.  "Dad?  Tell David."

	Sam walked over and knelt in front of his son.  That was never a
good sign unless your shoe was untied.

	"Grant, David's right.  I'd planned on a trip for just the three of
us.  We've never done anything like this as a family.  I just thought that
. . ."

	"But David's family too.  He gets to come too, right?"  He tried to
reach for me but Sam drew in his arm and held both by Grant's sides.

	"Grant, it's just Grampa, you and me.  We're a team and we thought
we needed some time to make up for all the lost fun we should have had if I
hadn't been . . ."

	"What your dad is trying to say, Grant, is that you'll get to
experience some wonderful times with the two men whose blood flows through
your own veins.  It's a special time that every son and dad and grampa
should have.  They'll tell stories about growing up and tell you about
things around here they've learned over the years.  They'll teach you about
how to camp, too.  I couldn't do that; you'd starve.  I couldn't even get
the fire going to burn water if I could find some.  You'll have a great
time and we'll all miss each other until we come up with the neat things
we'll figure out to do."

	"But I . . . ." He'd made his way back to me and was looking up at
me.  "I'll miss you.  How will you get by without me, too?"  Clayton and
the boys had wandered back over to our spot and were silently listening.
It explained his talk to the boys and it explained their red eyes.

	"Little man, you are so precious to me, to us, that we will miss
you big time.  But I for one will not take this opportunity from you.  It's
too good to pass up.  Oh, Grant, I can't wait to hear the stories you'll
have when you get back.  You'll be so tired and dirty we'll all have to
wash you down four times each until we get all the smoke and camping stuff
out of your body (giggles).  And the time'll go by so fast, you'll be
driving up the road like it was only an hour since you left.  And then
maybe, just maybe, by all the things you learn from your men here, maybe
next time we can all go and you can show us how to camp.  What do ya' say,
pardner?"

	It was so cute to see three sets of eyes get brighter, more
hopeful, as the line I was feeding them came pouring out of my mouth.
Those three sets belonged to Grant, Dustin and Petey, of course.  And, of
course, the other three sets of eyes for me to see were rolling in the
heads of the three oldsters.

	"Well?"  I said to them.  Me and my quick comebacks.

	Russ walked over and put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
"He's right, little tyke.  We'll have so many campouts you'd think we could
sell this place and just live under the stars all the time."  His hand
swooped up to show us where those stars were and the three little guys
started in, giving reasons why they couldn't really do that, could they?

	"We'll freeze in the winter Grampa Russ."

	"Theyze animals that'll eat cha, huh, Dustin?"

	"Grampa, you're kiddin' us, aren't ya?"

	Russ grabbed up Grant, Clayton got Dustin and I soon had Petey in
my arms.  Russ took his charge toward the kitchen.

	"No ice cream on the trail boys, so you'd all better help Sam and
Grant and me get our fill before Friday; startin' right now!  H-m-m"

	That was the easiest thing to agree on in the last few minutes.
Cheers were sent up and we had a nice little party.

	During some good dessert I found out that James had actually stayed
down at that retched house with the other two boys that had been helping.
I guess they'd cleaned up the place enough to call it good and wanted to
'camp out' themselves.

                          * * * *
	"I'm still gonna miss ya, ya know."

	"You'd better, little lover.  I know I will."  Giggle.

	"You'll miss you too?"  Another giggle.  With him laying about half
way on me, I could feel the giggle as well as hear it.  Funny how many
things we don't get to experience if we don't take the time to hug someone
or cuddle with them once in awhile.

	"You're so funny, Grant.  I think there might be something else you
won't get on the trail that I hope you will miss some."

	"H-m-m.  I wonder what that could be."  Giggle.  I felt a hand
moving.  From its place where it was lazily playing with my nipple it moved
gently to my side and down the path to my hip.  I moaned for him and I got
another giggle as my reward.  His hand was electric.  Everywhere he touched
was so hot.  I had goose bumps on goose bumps waiting to find out what he
had in mind.  Okay, a lot of hoping too.  I wasn't disappointed.

	As his hand made the discovery of warm hard flesh I gasped.  Then
he pushed himself up and was laying completely on top of me; it had to be
one of my favorite places for him to be.  He looked up at me with those
mischievous eyes and reached under him to grab my manhood with both hands.
It was kind of awkward and didn't last long.  It made his pointed chin dig
into my chest as he raised his butt to get his hands down there.  So, I
raised his head with my hands on either side of his face, at the same time
raising my legs to push him up closer so I was looking at my favorite boy
right over my face.

	By this time he was really chuckling.  It was anything but sensual
or even sexy.  And when I pushed him up my body he hadn't let go of my
post, so it came up between his legs.  When he realized this he delighted
him and me by squeezing his legs together.  I looked around with some
concern on my face.

	"What'chu lookin' for, weirdo?"  Awe, the love I inspire from my
little guy.

	"I was lookin' for Dustin.  Last time I did this he showed up and
finished me off."  More giggles.

	"Oh yeah.  That was so 'barrassing, huh?  I'd rather it just be you
and me."

	"Tell ya what, little spike . . . ," I said, though my intention
was to show him.  I grabbed two skinny hips and awkwardly turned him over
so that his back was on me and he was facing straight up.

	"What are you doing?  I wanna play some.  I'm gonna miss . . . ."
I stopped his chatter with a hand on his mouth.  He giggled once and made
one biting attempt, but then my sweet naked boy kissed my hand.  I moved it
when his tongue came out.

	"Just let me play some Grant; 'kay?"  I felt his head move in a nod
and felt his arms fall to our sides.

	My hands did their best to find every rise and fall of incredibly
smooth boy flesh.  Every concave was explored and every rise was climbed by
needy, happy fingers.  I went as far south as I could reach and even felt
every part of his smiling face.  I stayed for awhile on his thighs, then
did his face.  I went back to his hips and sides and then up to his neck
and shoulders; all with the intention of making his prime area of pleasure
my ultimate and intimate goal.

	I played for a long time on his tender nipples, both having risen
up to see what felt so good.  Again, my reward was his giggles, replaced by
his cooing then a gentle wriggle, as the sensations built up in his small
body.  The warmth between us was magnificent.  He was so hot on top of me
and the temperature just kept going up with every touch and feel and stroke
of that most wonderful body on top of me.  I realized that my most excited
part was sandwiched between two small golden globes of meaty flesh, held in
place by his hot butt.  He realized it too.  I felt him move his little
bottom to and fro, wedging me in a little deeper.  He gasped when it rested
against his most treasured orifice, but I wouldn't have let it go any
farther, even if it could.  I found myself gasping at the sensation of
being in that deep nest of warmth.  It was so exciting.

	My hands rubbed his sides and circled his pointy hips and then
slowly, as slowly as I could, I made small circles as my hands and fingers
made their way to the center of Grant's beautiful body.  I took so long
that I could feel Grant squirming to get me to my goal even faster.  When
my fingers began to stroke that place where his thighs and his crotch come
together he sucked in all the air in the room, and not just once.  I made
wide circles and he'd gasp when I came back to that place.  He was moaning
now; loudly too.  His feet came up to rest on my shins so he could push
into my hands to end his glorious agony.

	"David, oh, David.  What are you doin' to me?  It's so good it
hurts.  I can't take much more.  You do me too good."  He could only speak
in gasps of breath, stopping when my fingers hit a sensitive place, sending
him soaring.  I hadn't even got to the good part yet.  His wriggling was
having an effect on my composure, too.  I was being rubbed in just the
right place, making it hard to concentrate.

	I relented my loving teases and made my way to his raging little
spike.  I circled it for a little while, being careful not to touch it.  I
played with his tiny sack that was trying in vain to cling tightly to his
body.  He shuddered to release some of the building tension.  Then both of
my index fingers met over his soft little testicles and made their way
together down the ridge of his perineum.  He was grunting and squirming so
intensely that I decided to end his wonderful misery.

	As my hands came back up, pushing slightly, I whispered my love for
him, telling him how much I loved his silky body and how wonderful he felt
on me and in my hands.  Words were only a part of our communication.  Our
mutual feelings were also shouting their own desires and joys, all at once.

	I reached his little manhood.  I climbed up it with the fingers of
both hands, gently rubbing and tickling my way to the top only a couple of
inches up.  I heard him suck in his breath through clenched teeth.  His
hands grabbed my wrists' not to stop me but to get me moving faster, I
think.  I took one of my hands and joined three fingers and came lightly
back over the top of his hot, hard penis.  He immediately let out all of
his air and sucked in one last time, pushing with all his young force, into
my hand.  I rubbed for all I was worth as he quaked and exploded into a
million sexual pieces of glorious pain and light and energy as he went way
beyond ecstasy.  He came like he never had before.  And then he plunked
down hard on me, succumbing to his total output of all that made up this
little boy's love and joy and wonderful bliss.  I, too, experienced some of
his fire.  I noticed a lining of my own creation between us as we settled
down a little more.

	It took minutes before he rejoined this planet.  And when I felt
that he had, I was snuggled up to his side.  He was still laying flat on
his back after I slid him to the side, next to me.  My arm was his pillow.
He let out sigh after sigh.  I turned a little to increase our contact.  He
was so precious like this.

	"H-m-m-m.  That was so perfect.  I still feel so high; I may never
come back to earth.  You do me good, David.  You always do."  He had a
blissful smile on his face, oblivious to anything else.  His eyes were
closed.  His whole body glowed in the soft light from the perspiration we'd
made.  His hands covered his breasts on either side of his young, flat
chest.  Then, slowly, they went down to his tummy and finally, to his
sides; the left one pushing my wilting member to the bed.

	"Was it fun for you too, David?  Did you fly too?"

	"M-m-m-m.  Yes, little love; oh yes!"  I had experienced my own
orgasm; I had cum under him in all the excitement, but creating and feeling
his orgasm with him was what made me the happiest that night.

	He turned enough to look at me and brought his hand up to rub my
cheek.  He didn't know that his hand had picked up much of my offering to
him.  His hand was sticky and cold and it was all I could do not to laugh.
He had no idea what he'd done.  It was all so perfect.

	"H-m-m.  I'm glad you gushed, David," he said in a weak voice that
was not long for this world.  "Cuz. . .I love you. . . so. . . much."

	I would have answered him, telling him of my undying love for him
too, but it would have been to a sleeping angel, by the name of Grant.

NTLFG - The End of Chapter Twenty-six

To be continued

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