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A WEEKEND SLAVE -- PART 3
by TY SHANNON
It was a little after 8 when I came awake on Sunday morning. I
could see the sun was out and that it was going to be a nice day. I
stretched easily and slid my leg over so it rested against Bob's
leg. He was still sleeping soundly, lying on his back with his arm
across his face. I shifted my hand so it rested gently on his sexy
thigh, and remembered the previous day-and-a-half -- the first night
when he flew in, the games down in the woods yesterday, and the
heavy suspension scene last night.
I was kind of regretting that he had to leave. But I also knew
that he probably wouldn't put up with this slave shit for more than
another day or so. And once I let him take the chains off, he would
be off partying and getting drunk with his friends, which I couldn't
put up with. So it was probably just as well that he was leaving.
He had been really cooperative so far, and hadn't given me any
problems at all, even though I had really worked him over. I was
feeling in a good mood and decided to give him a treat. I would
give him a slow blow job, with no chains or punishment -- just pure
pleasure.
I carefully lifted the sheet off and gazed at his delicious
body. There were a few dark spots on his chest and thigh where the
belt had landed heavily before. I got up on my hands and knees, and
moved over his crotch. His dick was completely soft, of course, so
I lifted it up with one finger and engulfed it in my mouth. My lips
pressed lightly in his hair as I held it, and ran my tongue around
it. I wondered what that would feel like when he actually woke up.
As it slicked up from my saliva his dick started to respond, and I
could feel it slowly grow within my mouth. When it was fully hard,
I swirled my tongue on the head, and then started slowly stroking it
-- up and down, up and down -- slow and easy. I could tell from his
breathing that he was still asleep. I wondered if this would affect
his dreams.
I kept on sucking and pretty soon his breathing changed slightly,
and he mumbled a little. But then, suddenly, he woke up; and he
reached down and roughly pushed my head away. "Leave me alone! I
need some sleep."
This really pissed me off! I sat there a minute and looked at
him, but he rolled over on his side, facing the wall. I was trying
to be nice to him, and he gave me shit! Well, if that was the way
he wanted it, that was what he would get.
I got out of bed and went into the front room, and picked up a
couple of the chains from last night. I got back on the bed. Just
as he started to look up to see what I was doing, I clipped one
chain to his left wrist, and then pulled it roughly towards my side
of the bed. Now he was fully awake. "What the fuck are you
doing?!!" I ignored him and fastened the wrist to the near corner of
the bed. His right foot was already attached to the far corner of
the foot of the bed, so I pulled the left foot to the near corner
and tied it there. He tried to struggle and resist, but tied as he
was it was pretty hard to stop me.
He bitched some more: "Will you leave me alone? I've had
enough of this shit!"
I didn't say anything. I took another chain and climbed on the
bed and sat on his stomach. He tried to push me away with his one
free hand, but it was still connected to the other wrist which was
fastened to the bed. I held his arm down with my leg and clipped
the new chain to his right wrist. He struggled a little when I
freed the wrist from its connecting chain, but it was not hard to
get it tied to the far corner of the bed. Now he was tightly
spread-eagled on the bed, glaring up at me. His dick was going
soft.
"Listen, slave. I was trying to be nice to you, and just give
you a quiet blow job. And all I get is a rash of shit."
"Fuck you!" And he glared up at me again. He fought against
the chains, muscles bulging in his arms and thighs. His stomach
tightened as he tried to raise himself up -- but shortly he quit
struggling and fell back.
I didn't bother to reply. I got off the bed and got my belt.
"If that's the way you want it, slave, that's all right with me." I
swung the belt down, hard, right across his stomach. "SMACK!!"
He pulled against the chains and cursed, "You son of a
bitch..." "SMACK!" Across his chest. "SMACK! SMACK!" On his
thighs. He shut up, as he finally realized that there was nothing
he could do. I brought the belt down on his flesh swiftly, 6 - 8 - 10
times! He strained against the chains, and growled a little, but he
wouldn't cry out. He was too macho for that.
"You had enough, slave?" He just glared at me. I gave him 3
more really hard strokes, right on his nipples. "SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!!!" Then one more on his inner thigh, just missing his balls.
He closed his eyes, and his breath hissed through his teeth, but he
finally gave in.
"Please, sir, that's enough." I could see the red streaks on
his flesh, even through his tan.
"Are you going to cooperate?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your plane doesn't leave till 3:00, and till then you are still
my slave and I will do what I want with you. Do you understand?"
His eyes were still closed. "Yes, sir."
"I can't hear you, slave!"
"YES, SIR!!!"
"That's better."
My cock was hard as a rock through all of this, of course. I
dropped the belt and climbed back onto his chest. I grabbed his
hair roughly with my left hand and slapped his face sharply with my
right. "If I feel even a little bit of your teeth, you'll get twice
as much as you already got." Using his hair, I pulled his face up to
my throbbing cock, and I shoved it into his mouth. He was careful
to keep his lips over his teeth, and I fucked his face, forcing my
cock to the back of his throat on every stroke. He gagged a couple
times as I did this, but I just kept fucking.
Finally I stopped, and let his head fall back on the pillow.
He swallowed and looked up at me. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean
to piss you off."
"Well, you sure did, slave. I was just trying to be nice to you."
I was starting to feel a little bad about this, since I really
laid the belt on harder than I ever intended. But he asked for it,
dammit! I moved down between his spread legs and started massaging
his flesh where the belt struck him. He moaned slightly when I
touched a tender spot.
"I'm really sorry, sir, but you should know by now that I'm
grouchy when I wake up in the morning."
"I know, slave, but what you forget is that a slave can't
afford to be grouchy at ANY time. If he is, he'll just get punished
for it."
After a few minutes, I laid down across his body and kissed
him. I started kissing his neck, and working down across his chest.
It was so much nicer without all that hair on his chest. My lips
found a nipple, and I grasped it gently with my teeth, and flicked
it with my tongue. Then I located that line of hair that led down
across his abdomen, and followed it with my tongue. It dipped
briefly into his navel, and then moved further down. I deliberately
delayed going for his cock. I licked all around it, and licked his
tender inner thighs. I sucked gently on his balls, taking them both
into my mouth. Then I chewed lightly at the hair and skin at the
base of his dick. I let his rigid cock brush against my cheek
several times, but I still stayed away from it. I kept teasing him
till he was thrusting with his cock, trying to get it near my mouth.
I put my mouth close to it, and breathed softly on the head. It
sprang upward as his muscles reacted, and he groaned softly.
Finally I asked, "What do you want, slave?"
"Please take it, sir. I need it."
"Aren't you still feeling grouchy?"
"No, sir. I just want you to suck it, sir."
I grasped his throbbing cock at the base with one hand, and
started licking up the shaft, just like an ice cream cone. His
torso jerked as my tongue laved across the sensitive head. Then,
finally, I forced my mouth down over his gorgeous dick -- one
stroke, all the way to the bottom. I could feel the head throb at
the back of my throat. I just held it there, with my lips grinding
into his hair, and let my tongue work over it. I was aware of the
low moan in his throat, and his attempts to thrust into my mouth,
but I just held still and tight. I felt he was getting close
already. That strapping must have gotten to him.
Finally, I started a slow stroking motion with my mouth -- up
and down, up and down -- verrrry slowly. On each stroke, I slid all
the way off his dick, closed my lips, and then slowly forced the
head back through my tight lips. I could hear his heavy breathing,
and he gasped every time his dick entered my mouth. I wrapped
my fingers snugly around the base of his balls. Then I applied
pressure, pulling his balls away from his cock, as I continued to
suck. I could see his stomach muscles strain as he raised off the
bed as much as he could, and I heard the groan get louder in his
throat. I sucked tighter and a little faster, and felt his cock get
even more rigid. Then I quickly pulled my mouth off and wrapped my
other hand around the shaft, and stroked it rapidly. I squeezed and
pulled harder on his balls and stroked even faster -- and with a
loud roar he came! The first spurt went clear over his head and hit
the wall! The second spurt hit on his chin. He spurted again, and
again, and finally stopped. I freed up his balls, and continued to
stroke his softening cock, but eventually stopped. It took a while
before his breathing came back to normal.
"Are you all right, slave?"
"Yes, sir. That was fantastic!"
"I noticed." And I smiled.
I got up from the bed and, getting a towel, I wiped my hand
off and then wiped the cum off his body. "Thank you, sir."
"You could have had it without the strapping, if you hadn't
been such a prick."
"I know, sir. And I'm sorry about that."
I looked at the spot on the wall where his come had dripped
down. "Did you see where the first load landed?", and I pointed to
it.
He looked up. "Holy shit! Did I do that?"
"Well, I sure didn't. I think I'll just leave it there, as a
souvenire."
I pulled the sheet up over his body. "Go back to sleep, slave.
I'll get you up in an hour or so."
"Aren't you going to get off, sir?"
"Not now."
"I would really like you to fuck me, sir."
"I know, but you'll have to wait till later, slave." I headed
out into the front room.
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I put some clothes on and went out to the mailbox for the
Sunday paper. I fixed something quick to eat and then sat down and
read the paper. About 10:00, I figured it was time to get him up.
I had one more scene to put him through, and we had to leave about
12:30 to catch the airplane.
I walked back to the bedroom and looked down at him. In a
moment he opened his eyes and looked up at me. "It's a little
awkward sleeping like this," he said, referring to the fact that he
was still chained spread-eagled on his back.
"Tough shit."
I pulled the sheet off him and gazed down at his body. A
twinge of regret went through me again, that we couldn't make it
work living together, since he had the most gorgeous body I'd ever
been to bed with. But, that's life, I guess.
I climbed onto the bed and swung on his cock for a few minutes.
Since he just shot a big load an hour ago, it took a little while
for it to get hard, and he eventually rose to the occasion. But I
didn't try to get him off again; that would come later.
I chained his ankles together, and locked his wrists to the
wrist chain, as usual. When he got up, he had to go take a leak.
But when he came back I made him bend over while I greased up his
ass and shoved the butt plug back in. "Is that necessary, sir?"
"Shut up, slave. You don't question anything. In a couple
hours it will all be over."
We went out to the front room, and I let him fix something to
eat. I enjoyed watching him moving around the kitchen, naked and in
chains. He had some juice and a bowl of cold cereal. I didn't
hassle him about doing the dishes; I had more interesting things for
him to do.
We sat and talked for a bit; but time was going by, so finally
I told him, "We have one more scene to get through, slave. Do you
have any requests?"
He kind of smiled. He was probably surprised that I even asked.
"I just want you to fuck me, sir. You're the only man I've ever been
with who really knows how to give it to me the way I want it." He had
told me that before. But he added, "I would appreciate it if you would
take it easy with the strap. I'm kind of sore from this morning."
"We'll see."
We stood up, and he stretched a little -- at least, as much as
the chains would allow. He bent down and tried to touch his toes a
few times, just to loosen up. Then we went back to the bedroom.
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He stood by the bed while I undressed and put my cock ring on.
I wanted this fuck to last as long as I could, since it would
probably be a long time before I got another chance to fuck him.
When I was ready, I told him to sit on the side of the bed, and
he did, facing me. I stepped up to him. "OK, slave, warm me up a
little."
I didn't have to explain what to do. His wrist chain
was long enough that he could bring up both hands ,and he started
playing with my cock and balls. Seeing him naked and in chains, it
didn't take long before my cock was roaring hard. He stroked it
slowly with one hand, and caressed my balls with the other. Just
when I thought I was going to have to tell him to use his mouth, he
did. He stuck his tongue out, and flicked the head of my dick
several times, and then slowly slid his hot mouth over the head and
down the shaft. "Unnnnhhh! Yeah!" I couldn't help myself; it felt
great. He took as much as he could; held it for a little, and then
began stroking with his mouth. I put one hand in his hair as he
continued to suck, closed my eyes, and just enjoyed the sensations.
I let him work on my cock for several minutes. I could see his
cock getting hard, and smiled. I expected him to quit before this,
but he just kept on sucking. Eventually I told him, "That`s great,
slave. What's the matter? Are you starting to enjoy sucking a cock?"
He looked up at me and pulled off long enough to say, "Fuck
you ... sir." But he smiled quickly, and then slid his mouth back over
my throbbing dick. I just laughed.
Finally, I pushed his head away. "That's enough, slave. We
have more exciting things to do." I pushed easily on his chest, and
he laid back on the bed, cross-ways. "Slide back farther." He did,
so his head was almost against the wall.
I climbed onto the bed, and tied his hands spread wide. His
left hand went to the head of the bed, and his right went to the
foot. Then I got off the bed, and grabbed his legs and pulled him
towards my side of the bed. This tightened the pressure on his arms
-- the muscles stood out beneath the skin, and his chest lifted.
"Easy, sir."
"Shut up, slave." It also got his ass closer to my side of the
bed, which is where I wanted it.
I lifted up on his legs, and he obediently raised them up and
rested his feet on the bed, with his knees in the air. I removed
the chain between them, and then tied his ankles to his wrists, left
to left and right to right. This kept his legs spread, and his
knees up in the air -- and put his asshole right where I could get
at it!
"Spread your legs, slave." And he did, so that they were
spread wide and almost flat on the bed. Now his inner thighs were
staring up at me, with that beautiful dick right in the middle --
just like a pickle on a platter!
The butt plug was still there, so I turned on the vibrator.
His dick had stayed pretty hard, so I got down on my knees and
sucked it some, and caressed his stomach and thighs with my hands.
Now it was his turn to moan. But after a few more minutes of this,
I released his dick and pulled the butt plug out.
I looked down at him, but his eyes were closed. "What do you
want, slave?"
He looked up at me. "Please, sir, give me the real thing."
"That's exactly what I have in mind." But first I got a few
toys out on the bed where I could get at them.
I preferred to have him lube my dick up for me, but with his
hands tied that would be kind of difficult, so I did it myself. I
used a couple fingers to put some more in his asshole, too. I wiped
my hands off, and then pulled once more on his spread legs, to get
his ass closer to my side of the bed. I wanted to be able to fuck
him standing up, because then I could slam into him much harder --
and he loved to get it that way!
I took my hard cock in my hand, dipped my knees slightly, and
positioned the head against his asshole. I just held it there for a
little, till he looked up at me again. I waited.
"Please sir, give it to me." I just wiped the head against his
ass.
"Please, sir, I need it!" I just looked at him for another
minute, and then suddenly pushed, hard! He cringed as the shaft was
forced roughly into his asshole.
I leaned forward and put my hands on his chest, and started
fucking him. I hit bottom hard on every stroke, and my skin slapped
against his tight ass. He started moaning. With my weight still on
his chest, I grasped both nipples with my fingers and squeezed,
hard. "Oooohh! Yeahhhh!!" I think he's starting to enjoy that.
After a bit I stopped and stood upright, but left my hard cock
in his asshole. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "God, that's
incredible. -- Sir."
I smiled. "I know."
I picked up my belt. "Enjoy it, slave. This is going to be
the best come of your life." I started stroking his flesh with the
belt, with a moderate force. "Slap. Slap. Slap." I didn't try to
fuck him; I just worked my hips around, side to side, and ground my
skin against his ass. And I continued stroking with the belt.
"Slap. Slap. Slap." I struck the muscles in his arms; and his
nipples; and his abdomen. Then suddenly a strong one, right against
his armpit: "SMACK!" His breath hissed through his teeth. I didn't
stop. "Slap. Slap. Slap." His stomach again; and those exposed
thighs. "SMACK!" On his right thigh. The groan started in his
throat again, and he started to raise his legs off the bed. "Keep
them on the bed, slave!" He forced them back down, and I kept at him.
"Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap."
"Please, sir, fuck me."
"SMACK! SMACK!" On his left nipple. "Shut up!"
Finally I put the belt down, and massaged his thighs and
stomach. My cock was still inside him, of course, and hard as a
rock; but I was not even close yet. I caressed his balls and played
with his cock, which was now hard. He had been sliding away
from me a little on the bed, so I grasped his thighs and pulled him
sharply towards me. He groaned again.
I picked up a pair of nipple clips, with an attached chain. I
flicked his right nipple a few times with my finger, and then
applied one of the clips. He flinched, and opened his eyes and
looked down to see what I was doing. I had never used these
particular clips on him before. I attached the other one to the
left nipple.
"Aaaahh!" He squirmed, and arched his back off the bed
as the sensations hit him.
I started slowly stroking my cock into his asshole. And I slid
my finger under the chain connecting the nipple clips -- and tugged
at it, not too gently. I heard the air rush through his teeth
again. I continued stroking, and tugged the chain a few more times.
"Ooooh! Please, sir, that's too much."
"Shut up!" I tugged a couple more times, and then let loose of
the chain. I didn't want to get him there too soon.
I stopped fucking him, but again left my dick inside him.
"Now listen, slave. I'm going to unhook your right hand, and
you're going to take some lube and grease up your cock, do you
understand?"
He looked up at me. "Yes, sir."
"And you don't take your hand off your dick. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
By laying down across his body I could reach his right wrist
without unplugging my dick, and I unclipped the chain. I
straightened up again, and held out the jar of lube. He shook his
hand a few times to loosen the muscles, and then dipped his finger
into the jar and applied some grease to his throbbing cock. He
closed his eyes and slowly started stroking his slick cock. I
ground against his ass, and let him do it. I pulled sharply on the
chain on his nipples a few times. "Unnnghhh! ... Yeahhh!"
I let him do this for a couple more minutes, but again, I
didn't want him getting there too soon. "Stop, slave!" He looked up
at me. "Just hold it." He let his hand rest on his dick, and
dropped his head back on the bed.
I picked up a short piece of cord. I tied a slip knot in the
end, and put the loop around his balls and tightened it down. He
looked down to see what I was doing. I was still plugged in tight
to his asshole, so I took the loose end of the cord and forced it
up through my cock ring. It then went up across his stomach, where
I tied it to the chain at the nipple clips. I left just a little
slack in it.
He watched this. "What are you going to do with that,
sir?"
I just smiled. When I was ready I slowly slid my cock out
from his asshole, which pulled both ends of the cord, tugging on
both his balls and the nipple clips at the same time. When I was
most of the way out of his asshole, they were really stretched
tight, and he groaned. "Ooooaaahh!" So I slid back in, and the
pressure released. I loved it! It was working perfectly.
"Please, sir. I don't think I can take that."
"Shut up, slave." I laid down on top of him again, and kissed
him slowly. I let my tongue slide over his lips, and he finally
opened his mouth. My tongue snaked in, and touched over his tongue
and teeth for a couple minutes. I felt my chest pushing the clips
into his flesh.
Then I pulled up and looked down at him. "This is
it, slave. Start stroking your cock. And if you make too much
noise, I'll put the gag in your mouth."
He let his head drop back onto the bed, closed his eyes, and
started stroking his dick. I made him stop and put a little more
grease on it, and then he started in again. I slid my cock slowly
away from him, and watched the pull on his nipples as I reached the
end of my stroke. I could also see the grimace on his face when I
did it; but he didn't cry out. I pushed back in, and then started a
slow, smooth fuck of his asshole -- in and out, in and out -- while
he continued to stroke his cock.
I knew that the pain in his nipples and balls would get him
there pretty quickly, so I picked up the pace. "Lets go for it,
slave. Both at the same time." He moaned quietly every time I
reached the end of my stroke, but he didn't complain -- he just kept
massaging his throbbing cock! I could feel the sweat running down
my sides, but I ignored it.
But the sights and sounds were getting to me, too. So I made
it rougher; I pulled out quickly, so his nipples were jerked away
from his chest, and then I slammed back into his ass! He was really
swinging with it.
"Oh, God! ... Yeah! ... Harder!" He pulled faster on his meat.
I pulled out and smashed back into him -- again -- again -- and again!
BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! I felt my cum boiling up inside me!
"Yeah! ... Fuck me !! ... Do it! ........... EEAAAAAAHHHGH!"
With a loud cry the cum blasted out of his dick! Even though he
just came a little while ago, it spurted out again and again -- all
over his chest and belly. At the same time my hot seed spilled into
his fiery asshole as I kept fucking, and jerking on his balls and
nipples!
Eventually our dicks started to soften, and we stopped
stroking. His face started to screw up, as the lust faded and the
sensation in his nipples returned to pure pain. I leaned down to
him and kissed him, hard -- and then raised up again.
"Please, sir, you've got to take them off!" I knew how he felt,
so I reached down and removed the two nipple clips. His torso
tightened and twisted as he felt the circulation return. I massaged
the nipples slowly till he finally relaxed on the bed. Then I laid
down across him and just rested.
After a bit I felt my dick start to slip out of his asshole.
So I rolled slightly to one side, and freed the cord from the nipple
clips. Then I pulled the cord out through my cock ring so there was
no more pressure on his balls. I also unclipped his ankles, and he
gingerly straightened his legs and let them rest on the floor. I
laid down beside him, with my arm across his chest,and we just laid
there for several minutes.
Finally I spoke: "How you doing, slave?"
"Fine, sir."
"Was I right?" He looked over at me, questioningly. "Was that
the best cum of your life, or what?"
He grinned. "You sure got that rght!"
-------- * * * -------
It was after 12, and we were just finishing lunch. He was
still naked and in chains, of course, while I had my bathrobe on.
"I hope I don't have to ride to the airport dressed like this ...
sir."
I just smiled. "Don't worry." But if it had been dark out, I
just might have done that! And made him suck me off in the car one
more time before I let him get dressed. That was something to
remember.
We finished up and stacked the dishes in the sink, and I led
him back into the bedroom. I took a clip and hooked his chained
hands together behind his back.
"Shouldn't we get going, sir?" I just glared at him, and he
shut up.
I took my robe off and hung it in the closet. I stepped up in
front of him and pulled him to me, so that our naked bodies were
tight against each other. I kissed him, and started caressing his
body with my hands. I kissed over his face -- his eyelids, his
ears, and down onto his neck. And my hands roamed slowly down his
back, and across his delightful ass. He didn't really get into this
when we were living together, but now he couldn't stop me. I
continued this for quite a while. My dick was getting hard again!
"Down on your knees, slave!" I pushed on his shoulders, and he
dropped to the floor.
"Sir, we have to get going!"
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back roughly, and
slapped his face. "I know what we have to do. You just do what
you're told!" I released his hair, and he obediently took my cock in
his mouth and started sucking it. I just stood there and let him do
it for several minutes. It felt great; but I knew it would take
quite a while before I could cum again; so I finally told him to
stop.
He stood up. I reached down and removed the cuffs and chain
from his ankles; and then unlocked the chain around his waist. I
looked him in the eye: "You have two minutes to get dressed, slave.
And don't forget that your wrists get clipped back together as soon
as you're ready."
"Yes, sir." I unclipped the cuffs from behind his back, and
then unlocked the connecting chain. We both quickly got our clothes
on.
When he was dressed, he stood there and looked at me with a
slight smile on his face. "You know, if I didn't let you, you would
never get my hands clipped together again ..... sir!"
"You are probably right. But you also might not get back to
Florida, slave."
He looked at me a moment and then smiled. "I know. Besides,
we made a bargain." So he held out his hands and I just clipped
them together. I kissed him once more, and we went back into the
front room.
He had a quick drink of water, and we picked up his things and
headed for the car.
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It was a beautiful day, and the trip to the airport was
uneventful. We finally drove into the parking lot and I pulled
into a far corner. We had plenty of time.
I looked at him. "Well, Robert, I thought it was a great
weekend."
"You would!" But he laughed. "I've got to admit that it turned
out a lot more exciting than I thought it would."
I reached over and removed the cuffs from his wrists, and he
rubbed them briefly. I took a check from my pocket and gave it to
him.
"Thanks. I really need this."
"Well, just don't forget what we talked about for paying it
back."
"I won't forget. You really bailed me out of a tough spot, and
I appreciate it."
He was quiet for a minute, and then he reached over and put his
hand on my thigh, and kissed me gently. "I really did enjoy it.
And that WAS the best cum of my life. In fact, I was thinking a
little while ago that maybe I'll come back up next Fall for another
weekend -- just for the fun of it." He smiled, and I could see a
glint in his eye.
I smiled back. "You could probably talk me into that." And we
both laughed.
But he went on, "You might also think about finding some other
guy to stop in while I'm chained up like that. You could both do
whatever you wanted to, and I couldn't stop you, could I?"
I couldn't help laughing again. "That's right, my friend.
That`s what it's all about."
He gave my leg a light squeeze, and we climbed out of the car
and went into the airport. He checked in, and we had a short wait
till the plane boarded. But then he headed for the gate, and with a
wave of his hand he was gone. I went to the car and headed down the
road. And all the way home I was fantasizing about his returning next
Fall.