Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:53:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: My Brother's Kids...chapter three

This story is fiction, for the most part; I will not reveal which parts
might have truth in them. I will say that the names used are not actual
names of real people, nor does the activity reflect actual illegal acts
being done with underage boys. Because of the fictional nature of the
story, safe sex is not described within, but the author insists on the
intelligence of its use in real life scenarios, as well as the wisdom of
older gentlemen in regard to abuse of our youth.

All the legal disclaimers are applicable, and you know what those are
already.  So, if you pass all the tests, enjoy the story as it unfolds Let
me know what you think!

We left off ...

I fell asleep holding my little Casey in my arms. By morning, I awoke
finding him lying completely on top of me, with his legs squeezed together
on either side of my morning woodie, and his mouth resting on my right
nipple. Fuck! I lost it! My cock busted loose with a quart of hot juices
that flew all over Case's back and legs. I shook like I was being tossed by
an earthquake ... and of course, Casey woke up from all the movement
underneath him. He turned his head until he was looking directly into my
eyes, and the partial shock of his expression drilling right into me like a
hot poker...

      "Uh ... Papa? What happened?"

My Brother's Kids Are Now Mine Chapter Three

      "Uh...Case, I am so sorry! I had an accident! I must have had a
special kind of dream that men have, and my body reacted without me even
knowing it was happening."

      (Lots of little boy giggles*) "That's OK, Papa Larry ... Eaton has
those sometimes too, when we play scout campout. He calls them a `wettie',
I think!"

      "Wait a second ... Eaton? And you? Just how does the game scout
campout go, anyway?"

      "Well, especially after he goes on a week-end trip with the scouts,
he comes home and let's me sneak into his room and crawl in bed with
him. Then he goes and tells me all the new merit badges he earns,
especially ones like the `snake hunter' badge. Sometimes he even lets me
try to earn the badges by doing what he did to get his. I like earning
scout badges...a lot!"

      "But, Case? ... uh ... what has a `wettie' have to do with scout
badges?"

      "Sometimes, I fall asleep on Eaton, just like I'm here on you right
now, and I wake up with some snake venom between me and him. It didn't used
to happen, but in the last couple'a months, the snake spit!  Eaton told me
that the other scouts cheered when his snake started to spit like theirs
did. I think he said something about initia ... uh ... really belonging
now! And he told me that someday, mine will do it too, when I get a little
bigger. He also told me that when I felt real good from my worm looking for
his snake, and I shook all over the place, that I was doin' good enough to
join scouts when I get to be eleven. I can hardly wait, Papa Larry!"

      "Did Eaton say it was OK to tell me about the merit badges? ... and
that word you tried to say was initiation!"

       "Yeah, that's the word he said ... but, Uh ... nope about tellin'!
He said I shouldn't tell anyone! `cept that once, Daddy came into the room
and saw us playing, and didn't get mad. Daddy said that we were just bein'
boys ... didn't mean anything to get all mad about, but that maybe we ought
to find a different game. Guess I figured since your snake spit too, it was
OK to tell you. You mad at us, Papa?"

      "Course not, Little Buddy! I'm just a bit surprised by it all, that's
all. Maybe you better not tell Eaton you told me all of this ... not yet,
anyway. Let me get you cleaned up. I bet my snake shot a lot more than
Eaton's did!"

      "Yeah ... a lot more, and its whiter and thicker venom, too. Does it
taste as good as Eaton's does? I usually help him clean us both up!"

      "OMG, ... you mean ... "

      "Yeah! With our tongues. Feels almost as good as when our snakes play
rubbies with each other!"

      "Casey ... listen to me, please! I will wipe you off with a wet rag,
and we will not taste anything! We can't. It may be OK for you and Eaton as
kids to find out all about growing up, because you are close to the same
age, and both inexperienced. I'm sure there is nothing involved about your
sexual preferences ... uh ... sorry, big words ... but someday you'll
understand them. What happened with my snake was totally an accident. I was
not trying to get good feelings from you being on top of me. I wouldn't
ever do that to you. I hope you know that I love you as my son, and nothing
more, or less."

      "But Papa Larry ... I do know you love me, and I love you! I love
Eaton too, and our games show that to both of us when we play them. We even
kiss after we feel good! So why can't I show you the same way?"

      "Casey ... it's the law, Son! Older people cannot play these kinds of
games with younger ones. There are so many good ways to let me know how
much you love me. You never have to hunt my snake and make it spit venom
for me to know how you feel. My heart tells me how deep our love is
already! And one of these days, you and Eaton may not play this way ever
again ... and he will still love you as much as he does right now. That
love will not change! Trust me!"

      "I do trust you, Papa, honest! But if I forget sometime, and still
snuggle close ... you gonna get mad at me for forgetting?"

      "To tell you the truth, Casey ... I'm more worried that I might
forget sometime, and then it would be me that I am mad at ... not you
... Ever!"

I wiped the drying cum off Casey's body as we chatted, and was still rigid
from the kid's wiggling his spicket against my abs as I reached for the
residue on his legs. I know I should have jumped out of bed and washed him
as he stood in front of me ... but the conversation was so intimate that I
couldn't make myself pull away and be so non-personal. That would hurt my
boy a lot more than just by semi-harsh words of these needed explanations.

When he was all cleaned up, we kissed (like a dad and son ... not in a
sensual manner) and I helped him to his feet and sent him to his room to
get dressed. I guess he was OK with our conversation, because he had a good
attitude as he headed out the door. But as for me? I was in a daze
... about Eaton and Casey doing things sexually as such young guys
... about my image of the scout troop that was teaching Eaton things way
beyond `being prepared' for the wilderness ... and the fact that I somehow
couldn't honestly say that I was repulsed by the way Casey tried to show me
how much he loved me. I know he had no idea that it was "gay" and "dirty"!

To him, it was the same as what he shared with Eaton ... and that wasn't
wrong; his Daddy had said that, as far as Case was concerned. So why was it
wrong to show me the same way! To him, it wasn't wrong! It was pure love
... that's all. How do I keep from confusing him, and still teach him the
whole truth! And as far as Eaton ... well ... he probably had no concept of
lust and homosexuality at his age, either. To him, it's a merit badge, for
God's sake! What am I going to do?"

I showered, and yes, I had to jerk myself off just to be able to put my
cock back into my dress pants for the day. My mind had turned from my two
sons' activities to thoughts of my Korey! I pictured him lying in my
previous bed at the condo, with my cum-soaked underwear covering his nose,
and jerking himself raw from the same desire of being with me someday like
I have about being with him.

Honestly, I had no idea how large his dick was, or if he was smooth or
becoming hairy. I did know that his body structure turned me on even when
he was fully uniformed and proper. And again ... that red hair! Add to
that, the tent I saw when he was wrestling my boys ... shit! ... with the
boys! All three of them had stiffies, didn't they! No! I can't believe Kor
would mistreat the boys just to get himself off!  Maybe I better have a
chat with him about limits, too. After all, he is now an adult. Kid-on-kid
rules no longer applied to him, either. And, HELL...I want him for myself,
and I don't think I could handle sharing him with anybody else ... even if
it were my own sons! FUCK! Where did that come from? Have I gone totally
bonkers?

I cooked a good breakfast for my guys, and took them both to their
respective schools on my way to my office. When I arrived, Korey was
waiting for me, all spit-spot because he had a good night's sleep and a
place to clean up and dress without having to run for the gym before anyone
else got there. Man, did he look sharp! In fact, after everything that had
passed through my screwed up brain this morning already, he looked
delicious! I opened my office door, and we both entered. I closed and
locked the door, so that no other early bird could show up and get me
sidetracked from getting the day's lessons ready. But then, Kor grabbed me
and laid a huge wet kiss on me that made my head spin...

      "Dang, Kor ... lemme breathe! No, let me kiss you back! Hell with
everyone! C'mere again! I need to show you my
love. (KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS) There! Whew!  Just remember, Kor
... this can't be a rendezvous spot for us. We have to keep above board at
all costs. This is still school, and you are still my student!"

      "Lar ... did I say anything different? What's got you so turned on
this morning? I like it ... a bunch, for sure! But it sounds more like
you're convincing yourself instead of instructing me! What gives?"

      "Jeesh, Kor ... I just found out some stuff about my boys that has me
in a mental dither! Eaton has been learning things at scouts that he is
sharing with Casey ... and Casey doesn't understand why he can't show me
the same stuff, because he and Eaton do it as brothers who love each
other. To top that off, you already know that they have figured out that
you and I ... and they're fine with it. In fact, they hope we do more than
what we have so far. They want you to live with us as their Uncle! But you
told me that much! Kor ... am I going nuts? Can I hide all this, and keep
my job? Can I even keep the kids if people ever find out that I have these
thoughts? God, Man, hold me! Help me!"

Korey held me close, and rubbed my back as he kissed my forehead. He tried
to calm me down and assure me that it would all work out. He started by
sharing the fact that since I was a God Father, and not an outsider trying
to adopt the boys, that Social Services wouldn't even be involved in
whether the boys were mine or not. That was a done deal already! He also
told me how California Law changes had opened the door for 2 men to raise
boys, especially since those people who covering child welfare issues were
not allowed to simply suspect that things would be improper in a sexual way
in such cases...or to allow new "family" definitions to be made suspect any
longer.

I relaxed, and got myself regrouped emotionally, gave Kor a short kiss of
thanks, and sent him off to the Gym as I hurried to prep my lessons. Just
then, a knock on my office door startled me a bit. I opened the door, and
there was a pleasant-looking middle aged lady standing there looking a bit
confused...

      "Mr. Freeburg? I didn't expect you to be here today. I was told that
you'd be out for a few days for family funeral leave. I'm Miss Baxter, your
substitute. Are you OK, Sir?"

      "Uh ... yes, I'm fine. I just stopped by to pick up some music I
wanted to use for the services. Please come in ... I'll be gone in just a
few moments, before any of the students even know I'm here. Thank you for
your concern."

I fumbled through a file drawer and took out a couple sheets.  (I didn't
need them, but I had to cover!) Then I put them into my brief case and
headed out the door toward my car. I called the Gym Coach on my cell phone,
and asked to speak to Korey. The Coach called him to the phone...

      "Kor ... I sure screwed things up this morning. I totally forgot that
I wasn't even supposed to be here today and tomorrow. The substitute just
met me at the Music Office. So, I'm heading off campus for the Funeral Home
to finalize services. Make sure you don't say a word about me being
here. Just help the sub with whatever, and after school I'll meet you at
the condo."

      "Yeah, ... I sort'a wondered myself about you showing up. But know
what? I wanted you to! That's why I was there when you got there. I wanted
so badly to see you, even for a short moment that I hoped you might show
up! I'll be at the condo about 4:00. But, please take it easy today. One
step at a time! It'll be hard, but keep focused on the need of the day
... not on me, or the boys! And since the Coach left the office ... love
ya, Lar! Later!"

                                           ************ CLICK ************

When I arrived at Paul's for the final arrangement session, Randy handed me
a note on a phone message sheet ... that said: "Sorry...forgot to say I'd
pick up the boys after school, and take them to the Youth Center to have
supervised fun while we meet at the condo! Initialed K!" Man, I was glad
Kor was calm and thinking for the two of us. He's such a jewel!

Randy and I took almost two hours to make the arrangements. The hardest
part was choosing the caskets! I knew Morris loved to work with wood in his
home shop, so that made the choice for his a lot easier. There was no
question that Batesville made the best quality caskets, and I knew Morris's
favorite wood to work with was Mahogany, so I chose the Paragon Mahogany
with LifeSymbols corner option, and lined with Eggshell Whitehall velvet.
I knew his favorite suit would be set off perfectly and very tastefully by
this unit. I so wanted a positive memory picture for the boys to cling to
for years to come...any way I could insure an easier transition and lessen
the trauma for them! I didn't care about the cost.

But then, it was time to choose Anne's casket. I had to try to make sure
the two caskets would compliment each other, since it was to be a double
service situation. I narrowed it down to two units, and had to decide on
what she would wear before I could finalize the choice. I thought of her
"going-away" dress from their wedding, and it was rich deep rose colored
velvet. She looked so beautiful that day, and I wanted her to look her best
as she departed with Morris for their reward. That made the choice a bit
easier. I chose a Batesville for her as well ... one called Renaissance
Rose, a delicately toned brushed silver with gold piping and gilded roses
inlayed on the handle hardware. The elegance of the unit was enhanced by
Urn corners, and of course, it was lined with Premium grade velvet in a
light pink hue, which would highlight her dress beautifully. I was
satisfied!

There was a spot in the cemetery that was just high enough above the rest,
with a slight angle that would allow a view of the ocean waves breaking
near the lighthouse. Now, I know in reality, they could not see the view
... but when the boys and I would visit the grave, we could. And of course,
all of us knew how much the ocean meant to our entire family. So that was
finalized as well.

We called the Minister and a close friend of mine who was an organist, and
made sure they were available. I knew that Casey's favorite hymn was
"Amazing Grace", and that Eaton's was "How Great Thou Art", so those two
numbers were put in as congregational songs. The rest of the service was
left to the Minister to decide, and I left the remaining details to
Randy. By the time I left the Chapel Office, I had to head for the
waterfront where the waves crashed over a huge outcrop of rocks ... just to
absorb some peace of knowing it was all in God's hands now!

Then I headed for the condo. It was almost 4:00 already, and I didn't want
to miss out on time with Corey. I needed his presence and his comforting. I
needed his arms around me! I needed HIM! Yes, just like Casey had needed to
be held by me when he thought of his Daddy and Mommy ... and I `m not
ashamed to say I felt just like that right now!

Korey's car was in the parking garage already, so I used guest parking, and
went directly to my unit ... or his, now! I used my spare key, opened the
door, and walked in ... calling his name, so he knew it was me. He called
back from the bedroom ...

      "In here, Lar ... figured you'd be bushed. Come rest a while with
me."

I entered the bedroom, and he was already in bed, sheet to his waist, bare
chest showing above the sheet, and his arms open for me to fall into. I
tore off my tie and jacket, unbuttoned my collar, kicked off my shoes, and
almost collapsed into his waiting hold. He kissed my forehead, and pressed
me to his chest. I could feel his heart pounding as hard as mine. But I'll
be honest ... at this moment, it wasn't a sexual thing between us, but pure
love ... I mean as if we were...well...it felt like we were married or
something. I know that it was at least that we were two made one in heart
at that moment. No age difference mattered. No teacher/student thought even
passed through my mind, or his! He was feeling exactly the same sorrow from
my loss that I was experiencing. He was also sending me the security and
support I needed to handle the pain I could no longer cover up. It was the
most beautiful experience of my life to this point ... and I didn't care
who else knew! I now felt complete and I was safe in the arms of my true
love!

I'll be honest, though ... it didn't take long for my fingers to do some
walking! Without me even thinking about it, they decided on their own to
wander through the light reddish fuzz that almost seemed like a layer of
aura-like sheen on Kor's chest. They found one nip, and began to wander a
few times around the small peak in the middle of the dark quarter-sized
ring centered on the most beautifully sculptured pec I had ever been close
to. As Kor enjoyed this attention, his head turned toward my face, and his
warm gentle breath blew across my nostrils, sending a message clear to my
crotch that he was very pleased by my loving caresses. My head lowered
slightly until my tongue found the other twin hilltop, and began to taste
its clean fresh teen-aged maleness.

Kor wasn't hesitant to respond, either. I soon felt his fingers opening the
remaining buttons on my shirt, and then his hand tenderly pulling the
material away from my shoulders and out from under my body. I was now naked
above the waist just like Korey was, and our arms instinctively drew our
chests together as our lips pressed firmly into what felt like ... I dunno
... maybe it reminded me of the old `sealing wax on a letter' days ... hot,
wet, melting into a molded seal that permanently told the world that what
was inside was meant only for the addressee ... does that make any sense?

But it didn't stop there! Soon, Kor's hand lowered to my belt and unbuckled
it, lowered my zipper, tugged romantically at the waistband until I lifted
my hip enough for him to remove the items that evidently kept him from his
desired target. Was his method sensual? Hell, yes it was! Combining the
actions of his undressing me and my tongue trying to connect the dots from
freckle to freckle all over his torso ... I could have cum a quart without
even touching my raging cock! And that Little Tease ... he knew it way too
well. I was surprised by the skill he had in raising me to a peak, and then
letting me back down just before the moment of no return. It crossed my
mind to wonder where he learned all this, but it didn't matter at this
point ... not to me! The fact that he knew me so well, and could read me so
clearly just added more support to my assurance that this was my man, and I
was his!

I had come to the conclusion that nothing could get any better than this
... but I was so wrong! Why? Easy! As soon as I was totally naked, Korey
rolled over on top of me, and he revealed that he was as bare below his
waist as he was above ...and as rigid as I was in the organ loft. It was
time for the music to begin! We both knew it instinctively! When his lower
body rested on mine, it was as if someone threw an electric switch to shoot
a Frankenseinian charge of life into our union. The fiery red pubic hairs
of Kor's groin seemed to set my brown forest ablaze. The immediate amount
of our combined leakage collecting between our abs felt as if it was being
brought to a boil by the heat of the mini-forest-fire building below! Our
passion built to even a higher level than previously experienced together
... and our bodies began secreting sweat as if to try to put out the
growing flames before we got burned. But again ... neither of us wanted
this to be extinguished. Rather, we wanted to be fully consumed and
resurrected again like the Phoenix of old myth!

Needless to say, the next hour went by so rapidly it felt as if the clock
lied! Both of us must have released loads of man seed at least twice
without even masturbating or fucking one another ... simply from our
passions mixing and growing to such heights of newness. So why did we even
realize the hour had passed? The Boys! Hell ... we had to pick up the boys
before 5:30 because the Center closed for the dinner hour, and it was
already 5:15.

I jumped up from the bed and headed to take the quickest shower of my life
before dressing again. I couldn't let the boys detect any tell-tale
smells. By now, I was well aware of the fact that they knew more about
growing up than I even imagined. I wasn't about to give them any more
education along those lines ... at least not yet.

They already had figured out that Kor and I were in love, but they didn't
need to know how deeply! Was I ashamed of it...NO! Did I want them to stay
somewhat innocent for a while longer ... YES! Was I worried that if they
knew too much, others might find out by accidental spillage of secrets
... damn right I was! I trusted my boys, but under pressure or just plain
boy talk at school, an unintentional blurb might just sneak out ... and
then, my future would be shot to hell in a handbag! I couldn't afford
that...and the boys sure as hell don't need to deal with the resulting
stigma that would fall on our entire family unit. (By the way, almost
miraculously, I arrived at the Center at 5:29...whew!)

My boys saw me drive up, and ran out to the car as if I had been gone for
days. Oh, they had fun at the Center, for sure ... but they were that happy
to be with me again. That made me feel real good, too. Somehow they had
both become comfortable with me taking their parents' place already, and
felt secure in my hands. That has to be the best feeling a guy can have
... at least for this guy ... to know that my God Children have accepted me
as Papa makes a lot of the pain of loss I feel melt away.  Be sure, though,
that I have not replaced Morris and Anne, and there's no way I'd want to do
that. But to know I am helping the boys deal with the loss, and for them to
feel secure in the newness of change ... just terrific! (Have I already
said that? Forgive me, but it means so much that I can't help repeating!)

Both boys piled into the front seat with me. I know the seat belt law says
differently, but I just couldn't make one jump into the back. Which one
would have to be disappointed by hearing he couldn't be as near to me as
the other? I made sure the seat belt reached around them both before I
drove away. This time, to me, it was enough! Of course, the conversation
came up about my meeting at the Funeral Home; were Mommy and Daddy gonna be
treated nice as we said G'Bye in a day or so; can we see `em before they
go; and a few more such questions. I was able to give very positive
responses to each question popping up in their young minds. But then I was
asked something a bit off the subject ...

      "Papa, did you and Korey play wrestling when you went by to visit
him?"

      "Huh? What makes you ask that, Casey?"

      "Your clothes look like you played rough!"

      "And Papa ... your hair is not even combed! That's not like you!"

      "Leave it to you, Eaton, to notice my hair! But why would you two
think we were wrestling, for goodness sake?"

      "Just `cause ... we told you how much fun we had with Korey playin'
that, and I kind'a thought maybe you believed it, and wanted to see for
yourself!"

      (Giggle from Casey...) "Besides, you smell good, like a fresh shower
... and that means you played rough, `cause you wouldn'ta needed a shower
from just goin' to a meeting at the cemetery place, Papa! Even I know
that!"

      "Boys ... Korey and I did wrestle a little while to help take all my
worries and sad feelings away. Kor seems to know how to make me feel good,
just like I somehow make you feel better when you feel sad. I guess it's
because he and I have worked together at school for four whole years
now. We do understand each other."

      (A silent moment or two of thinking, and then Eaton responded...)
"C'mon, say it again, Papa ... to us and to yourself! Uncle Kor loves you,
and you love him! Just admit it! It's obvious, at least to us! It's just as
important for you to realize the truth in that...as it is in us admitting
the truth that Dad and Mom are gone! Otherwise, life from here on would
suck!"

      "Didn't I already say that to you boys earlier? C'mon, Eaton ... what
do you mean admit it to myself?"

      "Papa ... I'm sorry, but until you admit it to yourself, you'll hide
it from everybody, and that will kill your gut! Case and I won't let it
hurt you at school. We already promised that! But you won't be able to be a
good teacher if you're fighting your own guts at the same time. Besides,
real soon, school will be out, and Uncle Kor won't be a student any
longer. You two have a right to share as adults. Please don't hurt
yourself, or Korey, or us either, for that matter."  I had tears in my
eyes. Eaton had just proved a maturity of heart that knocked me off my
butt! And Casey? He said nothing, but he took a Kleenex and started to wipe
the falling tears off my cheek, which showed me he cared as much as did
Eaton about my welfare and happiness. And when Casey stretched enough to
kiss my cheek, and whispered: "It's OK for you to love Korey, Papa", I had
to pull to the side of the road, and let it all out. We all hugged ... I
confirmed the depth of my love for Korey, and told the boys that after
graduation I wanted Kor to move in with all of us. They almost cheered as
they hugged me again, and said they wanted the same thing.

I regained my composure, and as I was about to pull back on the road, I
looked in the rear view mirror, and ... oops!  Blue and Red flashing lights
on a motorcycle appeared behind us ... and a friendly face was looking in
through the open window on my side of the car.

      "Hello Officer ...uh...is there a problem?"

      "I was about to ask you the same thing, Mr. Freeburg...you being here
on the shoulder; two kids hugging you; signs of crying; uh ... I remember
having you as a teacher in my Senior year ... your first year of teaching I
believe, and you never seemed to be upset before. Do you need some help?"

      "Uh...Brad Backenburg? Is that you? You played trombone, didn't you?"

      "Yes, Sir... glad you remember me! I'll never forget all you did for
me back then. I probably would have been on the other side of the Law if
you hadn't taken time in your office to straighten me out! So ... are you
all right?"

      "Brad, I appreciate you asking. My brother and his wife just passed
away, and I am feeling the loss...and these two boys are my sons now
... they were Morris's boys until ... well, you understand! So we just
pulled over here to let a few tears flow, so I could keep driving safely
home. That's all. No need for emergency units or anything. But, Brad...to
know you care enough to offer help makes me feel good!"

      "Gee, Mr. F ... I'll always care about you! You sure did about me
when I needed it. Not too many teachers ever care like that! But I do have
to say one thing ... legal-like ... One of these wonderful boys of yours
has to get in the back seat and buckle up, or I won't have a choice
... know what I mean, Sir?"

      "Papa ... let Casey stay up here with you. I can sit back there to
help things out till we get home!"

      "Looks like these boys are being raised right, Mr. F. Is there a
service for your brother and his wife?"

      "Yes, Brad ... Friday morning, 10:00, Chapel-By-The-Sea. I would
consider it an honor to have you there!"

      "Count on it, Sir...and I know a whole lot of your past students
would love to come support you through this tough time. I'll spread the
word. Drive safely!"

Off he went, and I just sat there a moment letting a feeling of warmth
flood over me. I hadn't realized how many students I have already affected
in just four years. And then, when Eaton leaned forward and whispered in my
ear:

      "See Papa, it's Ok to care about students like you do! They love you
back ... lots of `em!"

Well...you tell me how I felt! We got back to the house, and there was a
note attached to the front door. It was a nicely drawn card ... an
invitation ... for me and my boys to come to the school cafeteria at 7:00
PM tonight. No other information given...no signature either. But the
handwork that created the card showed a lot of care going into the
effort. Casey squealed out... "So what we waiting for, Papa? ... and tugged
me back to the car. Eaton plopped his body in the back seat again, and off
we went!  (In spite of not knowing if it was good news or bad;)

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End of Chapter Three