Dylan's Georgia Vacation

DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION

Chapter 23

by Donny Mumford

I'm at the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlantic International Airport thirty miles from Marietta. That's quite a name for an airport, huh? Ryan drove me here and stayed with me awhile, then left fifteen minutes ago. He didn't want to say 'Hi' to the boys for some reason. Anyway, from where I'm sitting at gate 23 I can see down the tunnel that people will use walking from the plane to the terminal. Robby and Chubby will be among those passengers, as will Spider Spencer. Spider is Danny Monday's replacement on Robby's crew and apparently Chubby and Spider have become friends. That doesn't surprise me at all because everyone becomes my brother's friend. I can see the plane, it's sitting there on the tarmac docked to the tunnel, but so far there's only a trickle of passengers coming up the tunnel. A few slow moving couples with young children, and behind them there's a very large woman being pushed in a wheelchair. Huh, that's the deal I guess. Eat yourself into obesity and you get to exit the plane not only first, but in a wheelchair with someone pushing your fat ass up the tunnel. Behind them come the first class passengers... wait a minute, that's Chubby pushing the wheelchair! What the fuck? Am I seeing things?

No, I'm not. Chubby spots me and gives me his nonpareil smile, the one that tells me how happy he is to see me. He gives me that smile every time I see him, but since I haven't seen the smile for awhile now it appears even more brilliant than usual. I get up and take a couple of steps towards the tunnel, my own smile compromised somewhat by my confusion as to why Chubby's pushing someone in a wheelchair. I mean, what possible reason could there be for that? Then he stops and says something to a cute girl who's dressed in a flight attendant's uniform. She laughs out loud at whatever he said to her. Chubby grins his cute grin, pats the big lady on her shoulder and jogs towards me. The flight attendant takes over pushing the wheelchair, still chuckling at whatever it was Chubby said to her. I watch him coming towards me, my heart pounding with excitement.

I've walked a couple of feet into the tunnel by now trying for my brightest smile with a little concern I might be smiling too hard. Whatever, dropping my satchel Chubby chucks his backpack next to it and we're in each other's arms hugging tightly. He bends backwards lifting me off my feet for two seconds which knocks my hat off. Chubby's body has the most familiar feel to me of anyone's body in the world. He feels as wonderful as he always has. I'm leaning my head down rubbing my cheek against his, also enjoying the most familiar of all personal scents, grinning and hugging back with tears of joy running down my cheeks. I've never missed anyone this much in my life. Even though I thought I was achingly missing Chubby before, not until seeing and hugging him do I realize how deeply I've been missing him, and I'm emotional about it. "Dylan, you look awesome. My beautiful brother," and we kiss each other on the cheek and then the lips before another tight hug.

Stepping back Chubby wipes my tears away with his fingers, asks, "How are you?" Now I'm wiping my eyes, still grinning, mumbling, "Okay, I'm okay. I, um, it's so nice to see you. How are you?" and he holds his arms out saying, "I'm as awesome as ever, especially now that I'm with you, bro." I go, "Nice tan," and he says, "You have some tan too. From golfing?" I shrug, "Uh, a little I suppose, but mostly from baseball practice. Hey, why were you pushing that wheelchair?" He goes, "Oh that. Um, Cindy, the flight attendant who was with me, she got this major crush on me during the flight so I as ked her for a favor. Robby, Spider, and me were in the back of the plane so we'd be getting off the plane last, which is total bull shit as I explained to Cindy. Basically I kinda conned her into letting me push that large women's wheelchair so I could get off with the first group and see you sooner. Plus, Cindy's too small to be pushing eight hundred pounds up the tunnel." I'm like, "Did you get her phone number?" He goes, "The woman in the wheelchair's phone number?" I laugh, "Um, no, the flight attendant's number," and he goes, "No, I didn't get it, but Spider did."

Chubby looks so good I reach over and rub his shaggy head and he goes, "I see that dick Ryan's maintaining your hung-ho marine look." I shrug, and asks, "How are the moms?" He goes, "Pining away for you. You've always been their favorite, ya know." I chuckle, "No, I didn't know that. It's so good to see you, Chubby," and we hug again with a few cheek kisses. People are gawking at us as they pass by. The flight attendant, Cindy, waves as she passes, yelling over, "Hi, Jeff's brother. You're both adorable." Letting go of each other, I yell, "Thanks," and then say to Chubby, "I love you, Chub. I'm so happy to see you." He says, "I'm sure glad to hear that! Maybe you won't get mad at me for wearing all your clothes." I go, "Wearing all my clothes, why?" and he says, "All mine are dirty and since we always do the wash together I thought I'd wait for you to come home." I go, "Oh! Um, of course that makes perfect sense. By the way, remember that green Polo golf shirt of yours?" He nods, saying, "Yeah, I can't find it," and I go, "I gave it to a friend of mine here in Georgia." He laughs, "Oh, okay. At least now I know where the fuck it is. Your friend has it, huh?" I nod, "Yeah, he likes it." Chubby laughs again, "Bro, I gotta take a piss so bad I'm about to pee my pants. I'll be right back." I pick up our stuff and we walk out of the tunnel, then I drop our stuff for another hug before Chubby jogs out into the corridor looking for a rest room leaving me with a big grin on my face. Separated for a month, but it's like I was with him only yesterday.

Looking down the tunnel again I see lots of people are coming steadily out of the tunnel now. Where's Robby? Chubby said they were in the back of the plane and therefore last out of the tunnel. Picking up my hat, I grab my satchel and Chubby's backpack to carry them to the seat while staring at everyone as they come into view. Huh, not even one cute young guy emerges, not until I see Robby coming around the bend entering the part of the tunnel I can see. I get up, thinking, 'Wow, Robby really stands out in a crowd. He's so good looking he shines making passengers near him appear dull.' Robby's talking with a slim spindly guy who's a little shorter than Robby with an unruly head of light brown hair and a beaming smile. His thin arms and legs appear to be too long for his torso. Obviously he's Spider Spencer, but I can't stop looking at Robby. His blond hair is longish and bleached lighter by the sun from working outside, and his blue eyes shine like there's a spot light behind each one. Robby tans handsomely and he looks bigger too, like he's bulked up in his chest. We used to be the same body size but he's filled out more than me and in the process of maturing he's lost some of his boyish cute looks. Now he's more handsome than cute. Yeah but he still has cuteness in his face, especially when he grins like he just did. I can't get over how his blue eyes seem to sparkle and as he gets closer, oh my god, he has the beginnings of a pale mustache and some chin hairs too. Be still my heart!

I'm more excited than nervous. A little fidgety maybe as I walk closer to the tunnel with people passing by me in a steady stream, and then Robby sees me and smiles. He bumps Spider's shoulder and points at me so I do a little wave. I'm smiling as hard as I can as Robby starts dodging people jogging

towards me and I walk into the tunnel again. We meet six feet inside the tunnel, people bumping into me grumpily. Robby goes, "Dylan, lets go over here," pulling my arm. We lean against the wall and hug with my arms going around the back of his neck for a long kiss. Robby licks my lips grinning and saying, "You taste as delicious as I remember," then we do three or four quick kisses with Spider standing next to us making faces. The three of us walk out of the tunnel and into the terminal where Robby squeezes behind my neck and turning me to face Spider. He introduces us and Spider gives me an awkward hug rubbing my head at the end, saying, "Fucking cool hairdo, dude!" Robby puts his arm across my shoulders pointing near the seat I was in a minute ago, "That looks like your satchel, Dylan." I look over and see it's still where I dropped it next to Chubby's backpack. Ryan's Merrimack baseball cap is there too.

Walking to it, I ask, "How ya doing, Rob?" He grins, "I'm doing a lot better now that I can see your cute face in person." Spider asks, "Where's Jeff?" We all look around and I spot Chubby animatedly talking to a couple of girls. He looks over at us and yells, "Spider, come here!" Spider says, "Looks like the hound dog's got us some tail already." He has a slight southern drawl but I'm used to that by now. He says, "Awesome meeting you, Dylan. You're brother's right about you too. You should be a movie star, or maybe a model for underwear, or something." I go, "Ha ha, okay, thanks for the suggestion." He laughs, "I fuck up everything. That was suppose to be a compliment." I nod, "Yeah, I know. Thanks." He goes, "I'll be right over there," pointing towards Chubby. Robby grabs Spider's arm, telling him, "You guys need to meet us at the Avis rental desk on the floor below this one." Spider nods picking up his and Chubby's backpacks, mumbling, "Sure thing, Rob," and saunters over to Chubby and the girls. The way he's casually walking over to them I can tell he's trying for 'cool'. He seems like a nice guy. Robby

chuckles, nodding his head at Spider's back, "He's hornier than your brother." I ask, "Is he a good guy?" and Robby says, "He's great on the job and a really good guy too, yeah. I got lucky hiring him."

We sit and now that we're alone with a hundred strangers around us there's kind of an awkward silence that never bothered me with Robby before now. Then, as just about everyone does, Robby rubs my head, "I see Ryan's still giving you these haircuts, huh?" I nod, "I kinda like the haircut." He goes, "You guys getting along okay?" I shrug, "Sure. How are things at work?" He says, "It's not really much fun without you, plus Dad's frantic these days trying to run our regular business and at the same time getting things in motion for our big project that starts in March. Most of the expansion to the complex is done, but there's the normal amount of screw-ups and do overs. It's kind of a mess right now." I'm like, "Gee, I'm sorry. Do you still go to all the meetings?" He shrugs, "Yeah, it's pretty much all work and no play for me this summer." I'm like, "That doesn't seem fair of your dad," and Robby mumbles, "Um, I don't want to let him down so I don't say anything negative, and in a way I'm flattered he includes me in everything." I hold his hand for a couple of seconds, murmuring, "You stood out in that crowd coming up the tunnel, Rob. Everyone else looked like trolls compared to you." I lean against him, "It was so wonderful when I saw your cutely handsome face come into view, I got tears in my eyes." He nods, murmuring, "Thanks. I've had tears in my eyes some nights too. From missing you, I mean." That's sweet, but what can I say, except a mumbled, "Sorry," and now his hand covers mine, "Did you really miss me?" Frowning, I go, "Of course I did, Rob. Jeez, why would you even asks me that?" He shrugs, "I don't know, I thought you being with... oh, I don't know what I mean."

There's a million things to ask each other, but my mind's fucked-up so I'm smelling the back of my hand tapping my foot, not saying anything. After a minute of silence, I ask, "How's Danny?" Another shrug from Robby, "Don't know. Haven't talked to him since he quit. Spider's worked out really well though, like I said, so..." I interrupt, "Did you and Danny break-up?" He goes, "There wasn't much left to break-up by the time he quit. He felt uncomfortable living with us and, um, I didn't have any time for him I guess. Ha, and anyway mom kept asking me how you're doing. A not too subtle reminder to me that Danny's not you." I ask, "Whaddaya mean?" and he goes, "You and me, Dylan. They were worried Danny would come between you and me." I'm like, "How'd they know you and Danny were, you know, um, involved?" He looks at me, "They're not stupid. They saw how Danny and I were acting around each other when he first moved in. For a short time everything was new and seemed like it'd be fun. It didn't turn out that way though. The third day Danny was with us Dad came right out and asked me what our relationship was all about." I go, "Jeez, awkward," and Robby goes, "They basically didn't take to

Danny, lets leave it at that." I don't leave it at that though, asking, "What'd you say to your dad when he asked about your relationship with Danny?" Robby goes, "Do we really need to talk about Danny?" Frowning, I go, "No, of course not. I'm sorry." Robby rubs his face, "This summer hasn't been any fun for me, Dylan. Too much work and not enough you." I mumble, "I'm sorry," and he says, "Will you please stop saying your sorry every two seconds," and I almost say it again.

Silence for a few seconds, then I put my arm around Robby, "I love you, Rob," and we wrap our arms around each other as I'm thinking, 'No fucking way am I telling him about Ryan and me!!' He kisses the side of my face, mumbling, "I'm the one who's sorry, babe. This is a happy occasion and I'm like a dark cloud hanging over it." Not liking the drift of our conversation, I ask, "Should we see about the rental car?" He nods and we get up. I put my hat on, then grab Rob's backpack and my satchel. Rob looks startled, so I say, "I got these, boss," and he grins and shrugs. We head for the elevator as Robby, struggling for a safe topic of conversation, asks, "How's your golf game coming along?" and that's what we talk about with minimum references to Ryan as we go down in the elevator and find the Avis booth. When we get in line at the Avis rental car place we've run out of things to talk about golf, so he asks, "Have you gotten into a baseball game yet?" I shake my head, saying, "Nah, those hicks are prejudice against me because I'm a Yankee." He chuckles, "Yeah, that must be it." I feel bad because Robby's not even in one summer league back home and it's the first summer since I've known him that he isn't involved in a sports activity. He loves playing baseball but he's working all the time and jeez, if I was at home instead of here I'd hardly ever see him anyway.

As we wait in line, he smiles, asking, "Um, why are you staring at me?" and I say, "Because you're so good looking and you look bigger too, and now you have a very pale mustache and some chin whiskers." I reach over and feel his chin hairs, "They're soft as your hair." He grins, "I didn't have time to shave," and I go, "It couldn't take more than a few seconds," and we both chuckle with Robby blushing slightly. "You notice everything, don't ya?" I say, "About you, yeah." It's our turn in line and Robby quickly discovers that while he can reserve a car to rent at Avis, he can't actually rent it because he's not twenty-one years old', and even if he were twenty-one they add $27 a day to the normal daily rate for underage renters. We get out of line pissed-off at the officious asshole lady who told us, "Move along, boys. There are customers behind you." Robby calls Spider telling him to get his ass down here, and then, "Can you believe they won't rent to anyone unless they're at least twenty-one?" I go, "It's fucked, Rob," although I always thought you needed to be twenty-five, and I've been wondering how he was gonna pull this off. I don't mention that to Robby though.

Chubby and Spider show up laughing at something about the girls in the terminal. Chubby's got this big smile on his face hugging my shoulders, asking us, "What's the problem, boys?" Robby tells him as we all glance at the long line that's just formed at the Avis counter. Chubby shrugs, "Huh! Well, no big deal, Spider's twenty-one," and he marches over to the officious lady behind the counter, then says to the person who's about to get his rental car, "Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry but our transaction was interrupted. It won't be more then a minute or two. I'm sure you understand." The man looks confused as he glances at his wife. Chubby's showing a beaming smile at the man and woman he butted in front of as he slides in front of them. Now he's at the counter leaning his elbows on it, saying to the couple over his shoulder, "That's very nice of you." Turning his attention to the startled Avis lady, another huge smile for her, saying, "How are you doing this fine evening, um," looking at her name tag, "Doris, is it? Huh, that's my great

grandmother's name. She's ninety-six years young as of last April fools day and still doing competitive roller skating out in Oklahoma. You know, roller derby stuff, that sort of thing. Have you ever done roller derby?." Without waiting for her to reply, he introduces Spider, saying, "This fellow here is well past the magical age of twenty-one. He turned twenty-one in May of this year, so that's like months ago." Spider pushes his drivers license across the counter as Chubby cheerfully says, "He'll be taking over the reservation from my man Dickers over there," pointing at Robby, adding, "That handsome young man reserved a red Mustang convertible if I'm not mistaken. Or maybe it was blue, and by the way that's an attractive broach you're wearing." She looks at her blouse where Chubby pointing, and says, "That's an Avis 'We Try Harder' button. This is my work uniform." Chub goes, "Attractive just the same, and I like that concept of trying harder, so how about that red or blue Mustang convertible, Doris?" With some squabbling back and forth, plus grumbling from those in line, the Avis dummy starts typing on her computer. The grumbling from those behind Chubby in line gets noticeably louder, not that Chubby pays any attention to it. He gets the paperwork and directions for where to pick-up the car and we're on our way. The three of us are giving Chubby's kudos and pats on his back as we cross the street to the parking garage where the rental cars are located.

We find the car and with Spider driving he finds his way out of the parking lot, and then with some missed turns we finally get out of the airport. Robby and me are in the back with the top down as Spider turns onto the highway. Our destination is a motel that no one seems to know how to get to. Talking isn't realistic in the back seat of a top-down convertible on the highway because of loud road noises, and Chubby's rocking the radio loud enough

to eliminate any last hope of communication. We leave the airport at eleven fifteen and promptly get lost, but ten minutes later we see a sign advertising a convenience store that sells 'everything you forgot at home' plus beer. Spider exits the highway and drives directly to the convenience store where Chubby and Spider go in for a case of beer and directions to the motel.

Robby and I silently watch them go, then Robby offers me a Marlboro. I light our cigarettes and for small talk I ask, "What do you hear from Dodger?" Robby shrugs, "He doesn't communicate much anymore. Him and Connor are doing great though, I know that much." I ask, "Are they like a couple, as in 'boyfriends'?" Robby shakes his head, "No, but they're really tight buds. Connor says Dodger's the big brother he never had." Chuckling, I say, "Big brother who's two years younger than Connor." Robby grins, "Yeah, but you know Dodger, he's eighteen going on twenty-five at times, and then other times he's eighteen going on twelve." We both chuckle because we love Dodger and enjoy just about everything about him. At times I've thought to myself, ironically, that Robby's brother Dodger would be the perfect life partner for me. Circumstances out of our control dictate so much about the roads we travel in life though, and of course I have my true love, Robby. No sense wasting too much time on what might have been. Still, I do that occasionally anyway, waste of time or not.

We talk a little about the country fair we're going to tomorrow and then flick our cigarette butts onto the parking lot as Chubby and Spider come out of the convenience store. Spider's carrying the case of Bud cans and after we all grab a beer, the case goes on the floor in back and I use it as a foot stool. The top goes up and the flip top's get popped and we're off again, drinking beers now with Chubby reading direction to the motel that he got from the convenience store clerk. Robby and I are buckled-up in the backseat quietly asking each other unspecific questions about our summers. Robby says, "Actually it's probably good you're with Ryan this summer, Dylan. I mean because it sounds like you're having a fun summer break, and your job sounds good too. Back home at work, like I mentioned, it's pretty hectic." I shrug, "I miss everyone though," and he asks, "How much do you make an hour if you don't mind me asking?" I go, "About the same as last summer." Actually I'm taking home about a hundred dollars more per week than I did last summer, but I don't want to mention that. Robby nods his head, "Yeah, but you're in air conditioning all day, not roasting in the sun or getting drenched when it rains." I shrug, "I still like the landscaping crew better and I'm looking foreword to working for you the entire month of August. That's still on, right?" He says, "Absolutely! Seth's going back to supply and repair. He's always asking about you, by the way." I go, "That's nice. Seth's awesome!" Robby tells me Seth thinks he's in love with the guy he's been going out with since Christmas. Huh, that's great...

We get back on the highway, but only for one exit, and then off the highway and onto town streets. Spider drives up next to a top-down convertible with two girls in it. Chubby's yelling funny stuff at them. They say they're local town girls, "And are you boys from?" Chubby's into his usual BS rap with the girls, who I think look too young for him, saying we're from the Midwest. These girls are driving around town at midnight so maybe they're not too young. Further clarifying who we are Chubby tells the girls we're Mormon boys from Utah, plus other outlandish lies and finally tosses a couple of cans of beer in their car and the girls follow us to the motel. Chubby and Spider check us in at the motel leaving Robby and me with the girls. They're sitting in their idling convertible claiming to be eighteen years old, but they still look awfully young. They flirt with us asking if we're brothers. Robby's talks nicely to the chubby blond girl while I'm bull shitting the other one telling her Spider's on probation from a manslaughter charge. Robby hears me and burst out laughing as Chubby and Spider come out of the motel rental office. Grinning, Chubby climbs right into the backseat of the girl's car and starts going through one of their purses looking for ID. He does it with his usual really funny constant line of BS that has the girls laughing. Chubby has a way about him that allows him do shit nobody else could. Spider's trying to convince the sluttier looking of the two girls that he'll beat the manslaughter rap because his father plays golf with Utah's governor. After two minutes of this craziness I say to Robby, "I can't take much more of this," and he gets our key from Spider. I go, "Chub, we're gonna check out our room. Catch up with you guys a little later. We're in room 108." He tells the pudgy girl, "That's my brother, Dylan. He's done male modeling and a few porn videos." She asks, "Are Mormons allowed to do that?" as both girls look at me. Chubby yells, "Catch ya later, bro." I'm shaking my head chuckling as we start looking for our room. Chubby's still in the backseat of the girls' car and the last thing I see before turning the corner is his hand coming up with one of the girl's wallets. Robby was smart

enough to grab a six pack of beer from our car, so he's carry that wearing

Ryan's baseball cap. I have one strap of his backpack over my shoulder carrying that and my satchel to our room with Robby saying, "The shit your brother can get away with! It amazes me." I go, "Me too.".

This circa 1960's motel consists of fifteen rooms attached, one after the other in a line and a second floor of rooms above. It's showing it's age, but our room appears to have been recently renovated. Everything looks clean and new and there's that new carpet smell too. We drop our stuff on a chair and Robby puts the beers on the desk, saying, "Lay with me on the bed, Dylan, I just want to hold you." I go, "Okay, but not on the bedspread," and Robby pulls it and the blanket down to the foot of the bed, mumbling, "Yeah, motel bedspreads have a unsavory reputation." Then, "The sheets look new and clean, babe." We kick off our sneakers and flop on the bed getting our arms around each other. I roll on top of him, up on my elbows looking down into his eyes, saying, "You have the most beautiful eyes, Rob." He does a little laugh, "Well thank you, but we both have exactly the same blue eyes and blond hair, although nobody sees much of your hair." I go, "Are you implying I just complimented my own eyes by saying your's are beautiful?" Robby grins, mumbling, "Yep, that what I'm implying." Rubbing my fingers through his hair, I ask, "What kind of haircut do you want?" He goes, "I don't care. You decide." I grin, "Okay, I'll give you a haircut like mine," and he says, "Anything except that one. That's Ryan's idea of a haircut, not mine." Leaning my head down I give him a kiss on the lips, then say, "Okay, it'll be a flat top like we both used to have when we first fell in love." Robby shrugs, "If you want," and I say, "Yeah, and I'm going to take a picture of you afterwards and look at it all the time." Robby murmurs, "I love you," and I tear-up again, saying, "I love you too." I may be a tad too emotional.

A tear runs down my cheek so Robby reaches up and wipes it off with the pad of his thumb. "Don't cry, Dylan, or you'll have me crying too." I nod and then drop my head to his shoulder and we hug tightly. He murmurs, "Do you have something you want to tell me?" Talking into his shoulder, I mumble, "Um, no. Whaddaya mean? Why would you ask me that?" He quietly says, "No reason other than I know you so well and it just seemed to me you have something on your mind." I mutter, "Nope," and he asks, "How's it going between you and Ryan?" My face is still against his shoulder as I say, "Couldn't be better, but lets talk about us, not Albert." Robby asks, "Who's Albert?" Lifting my head, looking at him again, I smile, saying, "This is choice, Rob." Then I explain, "It seems 'Albert' is actually Ryan's first name and the name he's known as in Georgia." Robby goes, "Oh, yeah? Ya know, I saw that name on his registration form last year and meant to ask him about it." I go, "It took me by surprise, but anyway he's Albert Ryan Wilcox the third." Robby chuckles, "No shit! They call him, Albert, huh?" Nodding, I add, "Yeah, and in Georgia I'm known as Daniel or Danny." He doesn't believe me, "Yeah, sure you are," and I tell him that story. Robby doesn't say anything at first, then he goes, "You're serious? That's fucked up, Dylan! Is his mother a whack job?" I say, "About names, yes, but I have a theory. I think she intended not to like me before she even met me, and basically insulted me about my name. I was cool about it though and went along with the name nonsense, and considering how charming I am she discovered she couldn't help but like me after all." He chuckles, "Charming, huh? Gee, I can't remember you ever using the word 'charming' before now." I go, "Being charming was one of my secret weapon saved for desperate times and being away from home, away from you and Chubby, that became a desperate situation." He grins, "What other secret weapons are you saving?" Running my fingers through his hair, I shrug, "Can't tell you because then they wouldn't be secret." He nods as if that makes any sense.

Robby's interested in what it's like for me day to day in Marietta and I tell him as truthfully as I can. It's weird but I can't lie to Robby. I don't want to lie to him! As I talk we sit up in bed with our backs against the head board and I begin telling him everything. Robby's listening with a neutral expression on his face. I'm even truthful about Ryan holding my hand around the house at various times, adding, "And his mother said we make a cute couple." Robby's surprised at that, asking, "You guys are demonstratively gay in their house?" It becomes like an obsession telling Robby everything, which obviously is exactly what I said to myself I wouldn't do less than an hour ago. I'm talking quietly maintaining eye contact at times and other times looking straight ahead telling Robby all about Ryan and me. "In Marietta Albert and Danny are boyfriends, Rob, and we have sex and make-out like boyfriends do. Ryan not only holds my hand in the house, but we've done kisses in front of his parents too." Robby looks at me, "What do his parents say?" I shrug, "His father rolls his eyes, but his mother said it's sweet, or something like that. I forget exactly. It's like they're used to it by

now which was Ryan's goal." He mumbles, "I guess they don't know about me, huh?" I shake my head, "No, they don't."

Hopping off the bed I get us two beers handing a can to Robby, then continue my confession or whatever this is. I had every intention of talking to Chubby about all this first, but I find I want to do this on my own. I go, "Ryan's been totally in-charge of him and me, but in a nice way. He's my boss at work, like you were last summer. You know about our golf lessons two afternoons a week, then baseball practice and games to be played in the county league. I helped Ryan make friends with guys and a couple of them are gay. We hook up with gay and straight friends occasionally at night. During all this it's not like Ryan's telling me what to do every minute because by now I know what he wants me to do. I let him make any decisions that come up just like I'm going to let you make all the decisions, um, when we're married." Robby's eyebrows go up hearing me speak of us getting married. He nods his head, asking, "Oh, I see. For now Ryan's my temporary replacement for these nine weeks, right? Does he know he's a temporary replacement?" I think about that for a second and a light goes off in my head. I say, "No he doesn't know, and neither did I until now. I've been fooling myself and living a childhood fantasy, but you've cleared everything up for me. Without consciously thinking about it I've let Ryan's replace you during the time I'm

away. It's like a temporary change of identities for the three of us. Well no, you're who you are, but I'm Danny and he's Albert. Then the minute I'm with you Danny is Dylan again and you're still you." He laughs a little laugh, "Is that how you're playing this thing in Marietta?" I shake my head, "Subconsciously, I guess I was, but in the process I've discovered basically a new Ryan in the disguise of Albert and I made the same mistake with him I made with Willie. I wanted to use this summer to grow-up and instead I'm back where I was three years ago. Fuck!"

Robby doesn't have much to say about this. He's probably very disappointed in me and I am too. At the same time it's not my intention to minimize or brush off Ryan's and my relationship. We've come to mean a lot to each other, but it's not what I thought it was. Being with Robby this short amount of time I'm reminded what being in love means. Robby's still not saying much, so I say, "Robby, Ryan's come to means a lot to me, but not in the way I thought. I wasn't consciously using him or being disingenuous when he and I talked about us maybe getting married, and for awhile I believed it was possible too. So it wasn't just an infatuation or a convenience pandering to Ryan for nine weeks. There's much more to him than I realized, and I know he would make me happy as the head of our household, except in my heart of hearts I want you to be the head of any household I'm associated with." Robby's looking serious and I can't imagine what's going through his mind. I'm looking at him with an expression on my face like, 'I'm just being honest here'. He finally says, "So, what you're saying is: Ryan's your fall back second choice in case something unfortunate happens between you and me, right? You've got someone in place that you can slide over too without missing a beat." He sounds agitated. I go, "I wouldn't put it exactly like that. You make it sound like I've got some ulterior motive for telling you these thing when all I'm doing is being honest and forthright because I love you and thought you'd want to know. Thought you deserved to know. I'm admitting I've again mistaken love of sex with love of my sex partner. "

We both drink some beer with me feeling a combination of anger and trepidation. Angry at myself and worried Robby will think I'm an air-head. He sort of nods his head, to himself I think. He rubs my head, then gets off the bed, saying, "I should be hurt and pissed-off at you, but I'm not because you're just being you and I love everything about Dylan Newman. This Danny prick though, I don't know about him." and he chuckles, saying, "Lets have a cigarette outside and you can tell me more about Danny and Albert." I get off the bed, "Please don't make fun of me or him, Rob. First of all he didn't do anything wrong. It was me who misread my own feelings." Pouting a little, I mumble, "It was you who basically started this ball rolling when you invited Danny Monday to live with you this summer." We put our sneakers on and walk outside to sit on the two chairs next to our door. From someone's room we hear country music playing. I light two cigarettes and hand one to Robby, who mumbles, "Well yeah, I started this whole mess and I admitted to you it was my mistake even before you left Merrimack." Taking a deep breath, I say, "I'm being honest without an ulterior motive. Yes, I could probably be happy with Ryan as head of our household, but in my heart I know I'd be truly happier with you in that role. I'll never be able to love anyone as much as I love you. Being with you this short time tonight is all it took for that fact to become obvious to me." He nods his head, "You might not believe me, but I expected something like this to happen. Something similar to what you've been describing, but it's harder to hear than I expected. I thought you'd matured past the Willie-type infatuation. It's been apparent for a while that Ryan loves you pretty much the way I do. Why wouldn't he? I mean, in many ways you've been like a savor to him. Plus he has his five senses working just fine, so he's aware you're the best looking boy he or I have ever seen, your body feels and looks good, you taste and smell deliciously, and your voice has that excitable youthful quality that's nice to listen to, as I'm doing tonight." Trying to lighten everything the fuck up, I grin, "Anything else perfect about me?" He shrugs, grinning, "Yeah, many things but I don't want to screw up your hat size." I'm like, "Every good quality you listed for me I feel applies to you more than me."

Taking a drag off his cigarette, he goes, "I know you love me, Dylan, but I guess I am disappointed you'd get so deeply involved with Ryan in this relatively short period of time. On the other hand it's kinda admirable you'd admit everything even though it makes you look like a flighty dumb blond." "Robby! It wasn't easy telling you all this and I admitted I was wrong, so you don't have to hurt my feelings. I feel stupid enough as it is. The fact he and I talked about marriage and maybe sharing an apartment during junior year at Merrimack sounds hollow now that I'm with you. It didn't when talking with him though. My only purpose of telling you all this is to be open and truthful with you and not to flaunt Ryan in your face. I can see how it might seem like that, but it's not my intention at all!" He looks me in the eyes and seriously says, "I know, and I appreciate that you've had your true confession, but I wouldn't expect anything less from you." He squeezes my shoulder, adding, "Other than being disappointed that you feel I'm this easily replaceable, I guess I know you're going to be with me, not him. You've said you would in the past and I believed you and still do. And I like Ryan, but I've gotta admit if his father got transferred to say, Alaska, I wouldn't be all that sad about it."

Ryan has many qualities I admire and find very attractive, but Robby's right to be confident my love for him supersedes everything else. I couldn't sacrifice that and I don't know why I thought I might. I'm quiet, so Robby says, "I want you to know it's not a lot of fun listening to how close and happy you've become with him, but the fact you're being honest is honorable. I love and respect that you're that way too." I nod my head feeling guilty about Ryan even though he told me to be honest with Robby before I left home ... um, I mean his home. Robby quietly says, "Don't get the wrong idea, Dylan, don't think I'm cocky about you and me. I never take our relationship for granted... that's the last thing in the world I'd ever take for granted. If I seem overly confident about you and me it's because of you. You've pledged yourself to me, as I have to you, and I believe and trust you and that's what gives me the confidence, a confidence I didn't have until this past year. I'd hate to think how I'd feel hearing all this prior to then. Hey, how does it make you feel having two guys in love with you?" I mumble, "Humble and unworthy of your love. I feel like shit misleading Ryan and hurting you. I'm sorry."

Thinking about the things Ryan and I have done this summer are mostly good memories. Now though, compared to how I feel about Robby, I can see it's a very different thing. Glancing over at Robby, he gives a rye smile, asking, "Why so quiet now, babe?" I shake my head, "I don't know. I guess I'm stunned I even considered that maybe Ryan would be better for me than you, and now I feel selfish and like narcissistic or something." He gets up and stands next to me squeezing my shoulder and soothingly saying, "You couldn't be either of those things, not for long anyway. Your heart always wants to be in the right place, but sometimes you think with your dick instead of your brain." I can't argue with that. Robby adds, "You're too nice to be selfish, and forget narcissistic, that's absurd." Looking up at him I take a deep breath, then mutter, "Thanks, but I've unintentionally led Ryan on and he's going to be hurt." Robby goes, "I'm sorry about that, but you've done so much for him he'll forgive you. You've never told him you'd dump me, right?" I shake my head, "No, I told Ryan I'd tell you what I've been thinking about, but nothing he and I discussed was final in any way, not on my part." Robby's quiet again, then asks, "Do you love him like you love me?" I shake my head again realizing that it's impossible to love another boyfriend the

way I love Robby. He obviously didn't like hearing what I said, and it's amazing how relatively calm he's been about all of it. I guess that's maturity which is something I'm lacking obviously. Dammit!

We're finished our second beers so I get us two more and hand one to Robby. He goes, "I gotta admit you being with Ryan has one benefit anyway. He has you waiting on me now too. You carried my backpack, got me beers, lit my cigarette, and did what I said." I ask, "Like what?" He chuckles, "It's not a bad thing, Dylan. You know, I said to sit on the bed, get off the bed, have a cigarette, whatever, and you did it. Guess you're used to Ryan running a tight ship being in-charge and all." He's grinning but he's right about that. That is one of things I like about him. Ryan doesn't flaunt it, but he's in-charge for real. Robby has his moments too though, so I'm like, "What's new about that, Rob? I carried your backpack at college, and you were in-charge there about a lot of things. You were my leader." He gets serious, "Dylan, I'm half kidding you. Jesus, I've known you intimately and every other way for over three years. I know you like your boyfriend to be in-charge. It's fine! I've come to embrace that and I'm happily in-charge for us. I don't even think about it anymore." Jeez, he's right about that. Even though Ryan does 'in-charge' better than Robby, Robby has his moments and, like it said, I too don't even think about it. Hell, it took me most of our three years together getting Robby comfortable being in-charge. "You're so awesome, Robby, I love you so much." He's grinning when he says, "Not as much as I love you," and I go, "Oh no, not that again!" I'm feeling stupidly wishy washy for doing a complete turn around about my supposed plans to be with Ryan, and then an hour with Robby I'm totally abandoning even the possibility that it could be Ryan and me. Will I go right back to the 'Ryan plans' when I'm with him again? If I do, I suck worse than even I think I suck! I'm not letting that happen. I've got to grow the fuck up!

"Robby, you're right. I'm like a dumb blond switching affections depending on who I'm with." He shrugs, "Yeah, there's a little of that in you, Dylan. You're kind of a dumb blond when it comes to matters of the heart or sex, and I'm waiting for you to catch up with your age a little. On the other hand I'm a dumb blond where you're concerned. I've told you countless times that I'll wait for you to finally realize we're meant for each other." I get up and sit on his knees facing him, a leg on either side of his. My arms go around his neck as he grins up at me. Kissing him on the lips, "You're into hurting my feelings, huh? Okay, I deserve it because you're right again, but I'll prove myself to you by my actions, not my words. So, you'll see. For now though, are we good, Rob?" He goes, "Yeah, we're better than good, baby." I ask, "You didn't even get a little jealous?" He goes, "Nope, not a little. A lot jealous, but what the fuck good does that do either of us?" I smirk, "It makes me feel good for one thing," and we do a long kiss with his tasty special tongue in my mouth. His tongue is the perfect tongue for my mouth. It's been in my mouth more than anyone else's except mine. Our tongues are the same too, just like our eyes and hair. We're the Bobbsey twins like the college guys said we were that first summer working on the landscaping crew so long ago.

It's tricky keeping Ryan out of my mind though because I'm going to hurt him with bluntness the first fifteen minutes after meeting him at the airport. I know now we aren't going to be able to carry on with our planning in any kind of an honest way, and I'm going to tell him that. It will not be pleasant, but I know positively now that Robby's my future and present, so anything inferred to Ryan that contradicts that is false and unfair to him. I'm an idiot for letting my fetishes and my dick do my thinking. I'm going to try thinking with my brain from now on. Ryan can continue thinking it might be him and me, but I'm not going to encourage it because it's going to be Robby and me forever. The next two days I'll concentrate on and enjoy being with Robby to the fullest, and then I'll need to be totally honest and firm with Ryan about how things are. It's not that I was being dishonest with him so much as I was being dishonest with myself.

Those thoughts slide out of my head as Robby and I get into a very juicy make-out with his scent so very sexy and nice. Now my brain's coming up with a million wonderful memories of Robby's and my life together the past few years, and before long I'm again dropping a few tears into the situation as we kiss and lick and moan with desire. It's so obviously different in a deeper more meaningful way when Robby and I make-out. It's as real as real can be, bordering on a religious experience. There's something like worshiping going on between us and it elevates the devotion I have for him and I sense the same thing coming back. Our making-out gets a little frantic as I'm rubbing my hands around his head feeling his hair, rubbing behind his neck and his broad shoulders. I can't kiss him deeply enough to satisfy me, or rub my nose against his cheek enough while smelling him, he's the true love of my life for as long as I can remember. Our first kiss started a journey ending in both of our first true loves, my only true romantic love. Being in love with Robby and knowing he's unconditional in love with me is more valuable to me than riches. I've never been rich and I've never been poor and never yearned to be either one. Frankly, both conditions seem like too much trouble. Give me love and sex with someone who loves me and I'll be happy forever. Together we'll get the other stuff we need. My wishy washy life is over where love is concerned. I've finally made a definitive decisions and like I told Robby, my actions from now on will prove it. Can't say I'm not still going to dabble in side sex, but at least half the equation has been solved and settled in my mind. Like I said, looking back on my behavior the past month I can see my dick was running the show, and while it'll always have a say in matters, the matter of Robby and me is no longer a question mark. It's an explanation mark. I'm going to make that clear to Ryan and prove it to Robby. Ryan's a friend if he'll be that, but no more than that.

Robby and I stop our make-out to catch our breath. I lay against him, chest to chest, the sides of our faces touching and my fingers lazily playing with the hair on the back of his head. I smell his scent again and again and it's so nice I rest my face against his neck where it's very noticeable. I'm thinking back to all the times I thought I'd found something special in a new side-sex buddy and then when I'm back with Robby whatever that special thing was can't compare with Robby's. He takes a deep breath and hugs around my back with both arms, a tight hug, then he lets go, saying, "Get up, Dylan, we're going inside and make love." I hug around his neck again not wanting to get up, but he says, "Come on, babe, do what you're told." Oh man, I love when Robby says things like that! I stand up reluctantly and Robby holds out his hand so I can help pull him up. Standing, he mumbles, "Thanks," and takes my hand to hold, our fingers intertwined. I say, "Wait a second, Robby. Um, I feel like such a childish asshole. Remember way back when I was trying to decide if it's Willie or you I loved the best?" He sighs, "Yeah, what about it?" I'm like, "I made the same basic mistake with Ryan. Even though I knew it was a possibility, I was confusing sex with love, I thought it was different this time. It is different, but the results the same." Nodding his head, he says, "Don't beat yourself up about this, Dylan. Straighten it out with Ryan and get your ass home where you belong. And, fer chrissakes, no more talk about Ryan or Albert!" He's right, that's exactly what I need to do... shut the fuck up!

Inside Robby locks the door, lets go of my hand, and pulls the curtains over the big front window, saying, "Get undressed." I start doing that staring at him. By admitting to myself I've made a humongous mistake with Ryan a weight is lifted off my shoulders. I know what to do now and a wave of happiness and relief comes over me giving me shivers. Robby pulls his shirt over his head and grins, saying, "You're staring at me again." I nod, "Yeah, I know. You're handsome, but it's like a cute handsome," and I reach over to feel his chin hairs that grow only on the bottom of his chin. He laughs shaking his head, then says, "See, this is what I'm missing. No one compliments me like you do, and you do it so naturally I kinda believe you." As I drop my shorts, I go, "Do you believe me when I say I'm sorry about the Ryan stuff?" He goes, "Yes, I do, but what'd I just say?" Holding up my hands, I go, "I know, I know." His shorts are unbuttoned but not down as he grabs me and hugs me against his bare chest. "I love you like nobody's ever loved anyone before in the history of the world." I mumble, "Me too," and he chuckles giving my lips a quick kiss. He chuckles because we have this thing where he says a big declaration of love for me and I simply say, 'Me too'. We finish getting undressed as I stare at his fat four inch cock that looks longer than I remembered. His pubic hairs have grown back, so I say, "I see you're letting yourself go when I'm not around," and he laughs again, "I'm not motivated without you. It's you I'm always trying to please, and when you're not there to please I'm like, fuck it."

We're still standing, taking our socks off one at a time, as I say, "You should have told me to undress you," and he goes, "No, I should be undressing and dressing you, and bathing you like a prince. That's how special you are." I mumble, "I can't argue with your premise, but it sort of screws-up you being in-charge." We're both bare ass naked now as he puts a hand on each of my shoulders, and says, "I'm so happy to see you and to be with you, Dylan. You have no idea. I printed out and framed one of my favorite pictures of you. It's on my night stand and I see it before I turn the light out at night and again first thing in the morning when I wake up." I'm like, "Which picture?" and he grins, then chuckles, "You're too much. It's the one I took of you at the apartment last September on the balcony. Remember? The one with the sun setting behind you. We'd just had sex and you walked out on the balcony for a cigarette wearing only boxer shorts. The setting sun made it look like there was a halo around your head. You gave me this little half grin not expecting me to take your picture. You looked so cool while your body looked so hot. You're, um, beautiful, Dylan, and there's such joy in your eyes, and..." He gets choked up and his eyes get teary and, talking with that almost crying sound in his voice, "And you're mine and you were mine before we even met, so don't tell me anymore bullshit about you and anybody else making plans together because that's not happening! You're both wasting your fucking breath. It's always been you and me and when I hear you saying..." he chokes-up and doesn't finish. We're in reach others arms hugging with me crying too. Not boo hoo, just some tears because I always cry when I see another guy cry. I can't fucking help it.

We hug for a minute with me rubbing Robby's back. Then, still hugging, he says, "Okay, that little tantrum never happened. I'm way too cool for that kind of a breakdown. I'd never act so needy or pathetic. Right now I want you to erase that from your memory banks, Dylan, you hear me?! Those words should have stayed in my head and not come out of my mouth." I mutter, "Erase

what, Rob?" and he goes, "Exactly!" We let go of each other and Robby looks a little embarrassed, so to move onto something else, I ask, "Would you like me to give you a haircut before, you know, we proceed with the love making?" He says, "The perfect solution, Dylan. One of us can take that time to get his shit together so we can continue with our lovers sex afterwards." I go, "Okay, then," and pull on my underpants, then pick our clothes up off the floor, handing Robby his boxer shorts and laying the rest of the clothes on the desk. Robby's stepping into his boxer shorts, saying, "Yes, the boxer shorts are a good idea because I wouldn't want to get a haircut while naked." I say, "We really should do that sometime, but not tonight. We'll save that for some extemporaneous sexy nuttiness." I drag a chair into the bathroom so I'll have the pleasure of shampooing his hair before the haircut. There's a hair dryer right here on the wall next to the big mirror. Then I get the barber stuff out and look around for a spot that will work for the haircut. I settle for the tiled entrance to the room, but I need to pull a lamp over from beside the bed so I'll have enough light. Then a small table to put the barber stuff on.

Robby's sitting on the bed staring at my every move. He says, "You're amazing, Dylan. If I ever forget why I love you like life itself, and way better than self love, I need only spend twenty minutes with you and it'll all come back to me. It's everything you do and say and the way you do it and say it. Nobody's like you. Nobody's anything like you. You're unique and a very, very special young man. Hell, you were unique and very special as a boy when we first met and I immediately fell deeply in love with you..." he's becoming emotional again, so I joke, "Yes, I know. Everyone tells me that." He laughs rubbing the tears from his eyes, and says, "Come here," and we roll around on the bed with our arms around each other kissing and rubbing each other's body. Oh it feels perfect, Robby's the perfect fit for me no matter what I've thought about anyone in the past. In between deep kisses, I gasp, saying, "You described exactly how I feel about you too, Robby." We've both got boners that have worked their way out of the flies of our underwear, bouncing off one another. Robby puts his face against mine, our noses together as he says, with his lips moving on mine, "I need to have you right now." I do a little whine of desire as he pulls my underpants down to my ankles and I kick then off and onto the floor. He pulls his off and tosses them after mine, then almost picks me up putting me on my back with a thump, making me bounce on the mattress.

I stare at him as he gets on his knees between my legs, then pushes my legs up. I pull then back and hold them there with an arm around the back of both knees. Robby's sucking on his lips rubbing my buttocks with both hands as a drool of precum drops down from his hard boner to land on my left butt cheek. He smacks that butt cheek and the precum splatters under his hand with a wet drop of it landing on my belly. Then, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and with a grunt from Robby he lines the head of his cock with my asshole, closes his eyes and humps it in past my sphincter muscle. His head goes back as he moans, "Ooooh, mmmm, oooh," then he gasps opening his eyes, looking at his boner, now without a head. Blowing out his held breadth, looking at me now, he murmurs, "Are you okay, Dylan?" Nodding my head, I say, "I feel fantastic, Rob. I'm so, uh, ah, contended I guess, and so happy to be with you." He grins, saying only, "Me too," and he moves his hips forward steadily pushing his boner in all the way, then leaning all the way over to kiss me and lick up the front of my nose. He quietly says, "That's 'cause I know you like me to do that," and I get my arms around the back of his neck pulling his head down for a long wet sloppy kiss as my cock gets so hard I grunt during the kiss, feeling as if I'm going to cum right now.

Robby's cock is a little more than half the length of Ryan's but it's a little fatter so it hurt going in. Not enough to make me groan in pain though. Ryan's been sort of programming my rectum to accept his big hard cock, so that's a good thing. When Robby and I fuck as often as Ryan's fucked me the past month my rectum gets used to the girth of his cock too, but we seldom do it as frequently as Ryan's been doing it. Robby sits back up and humps his crotch against my buttocks a few times before withdrawing his rock-hard penis, and while looking me in the eyes he pushes it back in. It seems like a short trip compared to what I've become used to, but knowing it's Robby's penis inside me more than makes up for that. We have something so special together its impossible to describe. It's about giving mutual pleasure unselfishly, and that gives me shivers all over with my shoulders shuddering. Robby's grinning as he watches me shuddering, "Feel good, babe?" I nod, 'Uh huh, Robby, really good." He lifts my hips a little, adjust his knees and then begins a steady kind of slow fucking that feels fantastic. Right from the start I'm squirming and moaning in sexual pleasure. It's Robby and me and that makes it magical! How could I forget how special our lovers sex is? It's turns me on so much I know I'm going to have a premature ejaculation.

The amazing sensations buzzing inside of me while my cock throbs with pleasures feels so perfect with Robby. Soon he gets a more intense expression on his face increasing the speed of his thrusts, now making quiet, "Aah," sounds every time his fat stubby cock slides very tightly but smoothly up my ass. I'm on my back trying to lift my ass at each thrust but I get out of sync and it messes things up a few seconds until Robby says, "Stop that!" almost making me cum right then and there. He can get into an in-charge frame of mind too, which I sometimes forget. I stop doing my humping and instead concentrate on tightening my buttock muscles as Robby again gets into a steady quick trusting, creating the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap,' music to my ears as his body smacks into my butt cheeks. My prostate and anus are alive with sexual pleasure sensations and I'm squirming and groaning, moving my head on the mattress with my rectum sizzling with pleasure and my balls getting hard as my stone-boner throbs tantalizingly while the pee slit's gaping open and closed in anticipating of a coming storm of sexual pleasure.

Robby's grunting, biting his bottom lip and getting red in the face. He gets a hand at the back of my legs pushing them further back with my back arching. He gets up higher on his knees and fucks me faster and harder as his climax is building along with mine, "Slapslapslapslap," and my climax is on me hot and heavy now. My body gets stiff as a thick wire, I gasp, "I'm cumming," and then squeal as cum pumps out one, two, three fast flying streaks of cum with me convulsing under Robby's constant thrusting and then another squeal as a long stream of cum shoots from my quivering boner going over my head and then Robby lays on me humping against my butt cheeks filling my rectum with his creamy white jism. Two more humps against me and his body relaxes. He gasps and does a couple more thrusts in my ass, then his sweaty head is next to mine. Both of us being the same size, a little over five feet, ten inches tall, sex works smoother than with a tall guy and a short one. Oh, it can work with any size person, but it works best with two the same size.

I hug around the back of his neck and kiss his cheek. His cock's still in my ass and he can leave it there as long as he wants as far as I'm concerned. The difference in having sex with Robby as compared to Ryan, or anybody else not name Robby Dickers, is acutely noticeable to me. That's something I forget all the fucking time. It's like I never learn. Nothing sexual with anyone is as good as having sex with Robby, and it's hard to put into words why that is, it just is! It's him and me together, it's his past determination that I'd fall in love with him no matter how long it took, and it's an indescribable feeling of pride coming from him because I did fall in love with him. It's Robby, period. There's never any doubt in my mind who I want to live my life with, not when I'm with Robby, then my stupid brain lets me think otherwise from time to time. It's like my brain teases me until I'm with Robby again, and then it's like, 'Oh, yeah, that's right, it's me and Robby!' Everything's so familiar with Robby and there's a thousand sweet memories of us and it's comforting and safe and warm. There's all that extra kinda good stuff when it's Robby and me.

Robby's breathing is back to a somewhat normal breathing pattern, so I ask him, "Would you sing my song to me?" He sings, "I live in a run down place, there not much view but there's lots of space, in my heart... the heart than you own"... I love how he drags out the word, 'Ooown' making three syllables out of the word, and then on to the next verse. He sings them all, and when he's done we kiss and I say, "Sing it to me again, Robby,"...

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com

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