Jordans Story

Author's note: Hey, you found this story in the Nifty gay archive site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic adult male-male sex. Hopefully, it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't. Otherwise, Enjoy. Fantasies don't need protection, real life does. Play it safe. Mikey

Run in with Pa:

Jordan whistled as he walked down the street in the town with his friend and teammate, Sam. He was headed over to the Sheriff's office to catch a ride home with Sheriff Blackman. Practice had kept him too late to catch the bus. Sam, the goalkeeper from his soccer team, lived in this direction also. He was also the youngest brother of his lover's sister in law.

The trial that he had dreaded so much was finally over. He had made it through the ordeal with the support of the wonderful family he ended up with. The only thing still wrong was that Pa was still out there somewhere. But, no one had laid eyes on him for six months now. They thought he had probably skipped the state, if not the country. 'With any luck, I'll never see him again,' Jordan hoped.

He glanced up, and waved as some of the other guys from school waved at him. Football season was over, but he was on the soccer team and enjoying it even more than he had football. All that running did great things for his legs and he kept up the weights. Same coach, same training routine and practice days, just a different sport.

Sam nudged him. "Hey Jordan, look. There's Elizabeth and Katie. They're watching us."

Jordan looked up and smiled as the two pretty cheerleaders headed nonchalantly towards the boys. Katie was in three of his classes. She sat in the desk beside him for all of them because of their last names. She was nice, but her older brother was one of the defensive linemen for the varsity football team and was more than a little threatening to anyone who even breathed near his sister.

'Considering that Jack's laid more than half of her friends on the cheerleading team, he probably has reasons to be suspicious of the other jocks. They might be like him.' Jordan wasn't about to mess with Jack. Not even for pretty little Katie. He liked his face just the way it was. Even if he did like her a lot too.

He automatically scooped up her book bag as they walked. The unassuming courtesy was one of the things that made him so popular around the school. The fact that he had no idea how many people really liked him was another.

Elizabeth was a different story. She collected cocks like some people ate at a buffet. Try everything and go back to what you like. With just a couple of months left before graduation, she only had a few names left on her list of holdouts among the jocks. She made Jordan almost as nervous as Jack did. Lately, he felt like she was deciding whether or not he was on the menu every time she saw him.

Sam had it even worse. He turned red and stuttered when she smiled at him. Rumor had it that she had caught him in the locker room before practice one day. By the time the rest of the team showed up, Sam was lying on the bench with only his jersey and gloves on -- and a really stupid smile. It had taken him a long time to live that one down.

Jordan was very grateful that the trial of the man who had repeatedly raped him as a child had been a few states away. Sheriff Blackman had managed to keep it out of the news and no one around here knew about his past. This was not that large of a town, and with Sheriff Blackman's son openly gay, he would be ostracized. If not repeatedly beaten to a pulp. He and Nate had been very discreet. Nate's brothers might have their suspicions, but even they weren't certain the two young men were anything but friends.

'Once I'm out of high school we can quit sneaking around. Nate hates deceiving his family so much I'm rarely able to seduce him. But when I can.... It's just that much hotter.' Jordan grinned to himself with his lustful thoughts.

Walking beside him, Katie sighed. Jordan was so good looking. He was about 5'10" with brown hair and eyes. His face was adorably cute, even with his slightly crooked nose. Between the football and the soccer, he was slim, but it was solid muscle, wide-shouldered, and narrow hipped. And, he had the nicest bulge between his legs that she was very curious about.

It was a pity Jack intimidated everyone away from her. Some of the things Elizabeth told her sounded like fun, not that she even got kissed very often because of Jack. 'A six four, 240 lb, overly protective brother just is not inductive to enthusiastic dates.' She frowned suddenly. 'I'm going to have to talk with him again. I am not going to the end of year dance with just the girls this year. Lizzie always picks up some guy and leaves me by myself.'

She eyed the tall quiet boy carrying her books. And she knew exactly who she wanted to take her. He just didn't know he was going to escort her to the prom yet. Daydreams of dresses and dancing filled her head and she hummed lightly as she walked home.

Jordan looked up when the group got to the corner, and almost missed a step. Leaning against a beaten up old truck outside the quick mart was someone he had hoped was out of his life forever. He swallowed as he met the harsh eyes of his father.

Pa jerked his head at the truck. Jordan's hands tightened on Katie's bag, and he thought about running. 'I'm fast enough. But if Pa found me here, I can't avoid him forever. God knows exactly how stubborn he is. If I make him chase after me, I am really going to regret it when he finally catches me.' His shoulders drooped slightly.

'Maybe I'll get out of this with just a whipping,' he thought without much hope. 'I can take it. I always have before. Didn't even know any different until I moved in with Sheriff Blackmon.'

The Sheriff had never once raised a hand to him in the past six months and seldom even his voice. He had his own ways of making his disappointment clear and they were quite effective.

But this was Pa. Jordan never knew what he would do when crossed. 'Why is he here? Why couldn't he stay away just a few more months?'

Reluctant, but resigned, Jordan handed a surprised Katie back her bag. Without a word, he crossed the street and climbed into the pickup beside his hated father. He sat staring fixedly at the broken glove box. Equally silently, the man started the vehicle and drove out of town.

Sam and the girls watched in surprise. 'What was Jordan doing? Who is that stranger and why has he gone with him?'

Katie frowned up at Sam in worry. "Something's wrong, Sam. That's not the Sheriff or one of his sons. Where is Jordan going?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know, and I don't like it. Jordan looked awfully upset."

Elizabeth said slowly, "No. He looked scared."

The three friends looked at each other, then down the road where the pickup truck had taken their friend.

Katie said with sudden determination, "Well, he may get mad at me for interfering in his business, but I'm going to the Sheriff. The worst that can happen is that he gets mad at me for telling him."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, the worst that can happen is that he is in real trouble and we don't let anyone know. Let's go." The cheerleader might be a lot of things, but she really did like Jordan and knew the other two did also.

The three teens hurried down the three blocks to the Sheriff's office. Luckily, he was in.

Sheriff Blackmon listened to their description of what happened with growing worry, even though he did not show it. He rummaged through some files on his desk and pulled out a grainy photo.

"Is this the man Jordan went with?"

They all agreed excitedly.

Now he frowned. "Damn it, boy, what are you doing?" he muttered to himself.

Katie bravely reached out a hand and hesitantly touched his sleeve to get his attention. "Sir, is Jordan in trouble?"

The Sheriff sighed. "No. That's his father. He's run off with Jordan before. However, he's not a child now. Thanks for coming to me. I should be able to catch him before they get to far. Don't worry about Jordan. He'll be okay."

The Sheriff wished he believed his words as much as the kids did. Jordan was in real trouble.

Quickly he called in an APB on the truck and got in his car heading out to the road they left town on. Just as he was getting ready to turn around, he saw a dejected figure trudging slowly along the edge of the road towards town. It was Jordan.

Silently, the boy got in the car and huddled in the seat. He wrapped his arms around his ribs and stared out the window.

After a few minutes, the husky Sheriff said, "You want to tell me about it, son?"

Jordan turned his pale face towards the man who had taken him in when he had run away from home. Sheriff Blackmon controlled his reaction to the swollen mouth and split lip slowly oozing blood that the boy unconsciously licked up.

"He found me. He said I belong to him and he would be back for me soon. And this time I wouldn't get away again." Jordan fell silent.

The Sheriff swore and squeezed the steering wheel. "Why the hell did you get in the car in the first place? You know what he's like."

The boy just bowed his head. "Yes sir. I know what he's like. He would have followed me all the time getting madder and madder. Then he would really hurt me." He gulped for breath and winced. "I thought, maybe, if he got to beat me up now, he would go away again for a while. It used to work. He'd leave me alone 'til the bruises healed."

The Sheriff's hands tightened on the wheel until he thought it might bend. Jordan was a good kid who did not deserve any of the things he had been forced to deal with.

Tears began to drip silently down Jordan's cheeks. He ignored them. "He saw the highway patrol car in the median up ahead and took a back road for a while. Then he made me get out of the truck. He said you can't keep me. That it's not right to keep a son from his father. He said I have to go with him when he comes back."

The Sheriff clenched his teeth. "Jordan. You are not to go anywhere with him. He gave up any rights to you when he gave you to Smith. You see him again, you run to me. I'll protect you."

Jordan nodded, his face wan and bloodless.

The Sheriff looked over in sudden worry. The boy was too quiet, too pale. "Jordan? Are you all right? Did he do more than slap you? Jordan?"

He slammed the brakes on the patrol car and reached for the boy. A husky whisper barely reached him.

"He brought the stick I had hit him with. He said that he carried it with him everywhere to remind him of what I did. I think he broke a rib or something. I'm sorry," Jordan whispered, then slipped down in a faint.

The Sheriff grabbed his radio and warned the hospital that he was coming in. He straightened the boy's body as well as he could, then took off for the hospital. It was only five miles down the road. Quicker to get there than call for an ambulance. Jordan was breathing, even if he was unconscious.

Two broken ribs, three stitches in his lip, and a massive assortment of bruises on his arms, legs, and back. He had obviously tried to curl up in a ball to protect himself. The Sheriff swore at the list of injuries the doctor recited, while Jordan slept in the sterile white room they were keeping him in overnight.

When he woke, they told him the doctor's orders. Tomorrow, the teen could go home, but no more soccer for four to five weeks. He would miss most of the season. He allowed himself to hate bitterly for a moment. Then he sighed and acknowledged that it was his own fault. Habit made him obey, even knowing he would get hurt.

When he said as much to a furious Brad, he almost got pounded again. This time with words, not fists and sticks. Brad pointed out that it was not his fault; no one deserved to a beating like that. Not even stupid boys who forgot who their real family was.

Jordan smiled through his tears. Brad threw a handful of tissues at him and growled at him to wipe his nose. Jordan was not offended. He knew that Brad was fond of him. He was glad Nate was off on a run. The trucker would be just as angry.

When he woke up in the morning, Nate was sprawled in a chair beside his bed. Long muscular legs crossed at the ankles, his blond head tipped back at what looked like an uncomfortable angle.

Jordan took the opportunity to look longingly at the flat middle, the slim hips, and wide shoulders. Nate needed a shave as usual and the slight growth just made him that much more handsome. Jordan must have made a noise because Nate's bright blue eyes focused on him and that smile spread across his face, followed by a frown.

"Don't you ever do something that stupid again, you. I broke nearly every speed limit in the last four counties when Brad called me on the cell and told me what happened," Nate scolded him gently, but with real worry in his face.

"I'm sorry, Nate. I was so scared when I saw him waiting for me, that I wasn't thinking straight."

Nate sat up and glanced around making sure the room was empty, then swooped down and pressed a soft kiss on Jordan's swollen mouth. "Hey, kid. I missed you," he said huskily.

Jordan leaned back on the bed carefully. His ribs screamed every time he moved too quickly. "Me too," he answered wistfully. He gave Nate a hot look and slowly licked his lips.

Nate's eyes brightened. 'I love you,' he mouthed. At a noise in the corridor, Nate leaned back in his seat. A nurse, middle aged and comfortably graying, came in carrying a large beaker.

Jordan sighed as he looked up at her. "I suppose that's not going to stay empty for long," he stated ruefully.

She smiled at him and asked cheerfully, "Do you need some help getting up?"

Jordan started to swing his legs over the side of the bed. He winced as his ribs sent a sharp pain through him. "Yeah."

She put her arm around his shoulders and he leaned on her as they slowly walked to the restroom. "If there's no blood, you'll be released today," she encouraged the boy.

Deliberately, Jordan did not hold the back of his hospital gown together, allowing it to swing open behind him. He caught a fold of material between his arm and his body, opening the gap even further. He knew that Nate was watching the bare rounds of his butt and secretly enjoyed the illicit exposure. And Nate knew he knew. That made it even more fun.

Her back to Nate, the nurse did not see his appreciative stare as he watched Jordan's bare ass. 'Jordan is such a subtle tease,' Nate thought with approval, although the purple bruising disgusted him.

They let Jordan out of the hospital with the warning to stay quiet for a few days while his ribs set. His teachers sent all of his homework to him so he wouldn't fall behind. He was very sensitive about that with his background. He had missed out on too much already in the past few years.

Jordan finished his homework and stared out the window. He would not have minded the two days of bed rest, if he hadn't been the only one in the bed. Nate took off on the road again as soon as his friend was released from the hospital. Bored, he slowly stroked his hand up and down his shaft.

'I am getting entirely too familiar with my own fingers,' he thought ruefully. 'Nate's would be much more fun. Or Nate's mouth.' Now there was a thought that had him hot and shivering. 'Or Nate's ass.' He had tried all three and would pounce on his friend in a heartbeat if he got half a chance. Habit made him catch his load in a washcloth. Even though Pa was not here to check the sheets and strap him at the first sign of any stains.

'How long is it gonna be this time before I can get Nate again?' He leaned on the windowsill and watched the dogs run in the yard.

Jordan stretched experimentally. 'It's been four weeks now and they are finally letting me play again. I'm not up for a full game, but at least I'm on the sub list. With any luck, I'll get in at least part of the second half.' He glanced over to the sidelines where his new family was watching. All of them. Nate, Brad, Mark and his wife Sheila, the Sheriff, even the baby, all up in the bleachers.

"All right, Jordan. You're on next. Take left Striker from Jamie," Coach said as he gestured towards the centerline.

Jordan bounced up and hurried to the line judge. "Sub for number 24," he told the man in the black uniform.

Jamie came out; Jordan went in. Tied with ten minutes left in the second half.

'Only seconds left in the game now. One more step. Concentrate on the ball. Right there. Just the spot I want. Leg swinging forward, ball off the laces, through the ball. Just enough under the curve of the ball to lift it over the defender. It's high and to the left. Too high? To far outside?'

The keeper sprang up at an angle, arms outstretched. The ball dipped just enough and slid by his grasping fingers to slam into the far post of the net.

Jordan leapt in the air. "Yes!" He shouted as his teammates slammed into him in congratulations. They jogged back to set up again for the defense. The whistle tweeted once, the other team kicked off. Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Game over, they won.

Sam's Dad dropped him off at the end of the driveway after the team party at the local pizza place. Seeing that all the cars were gone, Jordan headed straight for the stairs. Sheriff Blackman and Brad had to work tonight. Mark had undoubtedly gone home with Sheila and the baby. But Nate's rig was in the back and his pickup still in front. That's all he needed to know.

"I'm home!" he yelled exuberantly as he bounded up the stairs.

Nate's head popped out of his room with a grin. The golden blond hair was tousled and Nate had actually shaved for once. Pity. Jordan loved the feel of Nate's scruffy beard between his legs, tickling some very sensitive parts.

"Great shot, Jordan! I'm glad I got back in time this afternoon to catch your game. How are the ribs doing?"

Jordan didn't bother to answer. He just threw himself at his friend. Nate 'oof'ed as the strong young man pushed him down onto the old weight bench that Nate used as a chair. Nate sat down suddenly and Jordan swung his leg over Nate's and plopped down on his lap.

"Great. Thanks, Nate," he said huskily, as he leaned forward and nibbled at Nate's lower lip, ignoring Nate's suddenly alarmed look.

"Jordan!" Nate hissed as he tried to slow down the hands unbuttoning his plaid shirt. "What are you doing? You're going to get us both caught!"

Nate was five years older than Jordan's eighteen. He was very reluctant to do anything with someone that much younger, still in high school, even when Jordan initiated it. Also, his Dad had told them to stay out of bed.

Jordan knew what the Sheriff had really meant. 'No sex for a year? He had to be kidding! I know plenty of good places besides beds. Besides, until I met Nate, I never had sex in a bed. Smith usually just bent me over the desk and pounded away.' But Jordan knew what the Sheriff had really meant. He just chose to ignore it.

He grinned at the flushing man beneath him. "No, I'm not. Everyone else is at work or went home." He wiggled on the rapidly hardening lap. "Do you like my uniform?" he teased.

Nate grabbed his hips to hold him still. "Jordan. Stop it. I know it's hard to wait, but it's not right. You know what Dad said. He's going to kill me." The last came out with a soft whimper.

The brown haired youth pulled Nate's shirt open just far enough to get his face into the golden fur. Murmuring against the erect nipple he was eagerly licking and nibbling at, Jordan replied indistinctly.

"Shut up and fuck me, Nate."

Nate gave in. He cupped Jordan's sweetly curved ass in his hands. He enjoyed the silky feel of the soccer shorts against his callused palms as he rubbed his hardening cock with the boy's crotch. Jordan's hands went to the zipper of his jeans and Nate sighed in relief as the tight material gave way to the eight inches that sprang out at attention. He glanced down, watching Jordan's hands pull out his round, furry balls and start to roll them gently together. Jordan's shorts began to tent out in the front.

Nate's eyes closed halfway and his breath sped up as the other man reached to the dresser and grabbed the KY from the top drawer without getting off his lap. Spreading it thickly around the cut head and thick veined shaft, Jordan reached back and slid his slick fingers in and out of his ass a few times, wiggling and gasping as he did so. Nate found that so hot.

Nate pushed Jordan's loose shorts out of the way, and moved the strap to his jock without removing the boy's shorts. Jordan lifted up slightly, then guided Nate through the leg of his shorts, and up against his asshole. Then he slowly sat down.

He paused for a moment with a grimace of pain as Nate's large head popped through the tight band of muscle. He leaned his forehead against his lover's as he waited for the sharp pain to disappear.

The entry was the only part he still wasn't very fond of. He never quite forgot how much it had hurt every time his Pa's boss had raped him. But the horror that had been his for the five years since he was thirteen was over now. Smith was in jail and the police still were looking for Pa after he had put Jordan in the hospital with that last beating. This was Nate, who he loved and loved him.

Nate tipped up his face and kissed the taut face gently, then more urgently. As their tongues wrapped around each other and dove as far down their throats as they could, Jordan relaxed. When he came up for air, he was surprised to realize that Nate was buried all the way into his body.

He could feel the tickle of the thick fur of Nate's pubes. The hair that coated the older man's body rubbed his stomach and chest against his shirt. His silky soft jersey brushed against his body as he moved. Perfect. He moaned and began to rock slowly back and forth.

Nate stroked his hands all over Jordan's body, ribs, back, stomach, face, then gently closed his strong fingers around the boy's quivering cock. Even after the couple of times that they had fucked, he still could not believe how hot and tight the boy was inside. It felt so good to be deep in his ass.

He slid the shorts below Jordan's bouncing ball sack and began to tease the uncut head. Rolling the skin back and forth over the tip, licking his finger and rubbing the wet digit along the slit that oozed precum eagerly. Rubbing his fingers behind the foreskin along the bump of the head. As Jordan began to moan and move faster on him, Nate closed his hand and slid it up and down. With the other hand, he rolled the soft round balls until they began to draw up into Jordan's body, signaling his readiness.

Suddenly, Nate took charge. He tipped Jordan on to his back, until he was lying on the bench staring up at him, his face flushed with arousal. He lifted Jordan's legs up on to his shoulders, giving himself full access to the other's tight ass. His hands held Jordan's hips as he thrust with all the power of his muscular legs and flanks. His cock drove like a sledgehammer into the defenseless man writhing and panting beneath him.

Jordan arched his back under the unrelenting assault and reached for his cock. He was so close.

Nate slapped gently at his hands. "No. Put your hands over your head and hold on to the poles."

Jordan obeyed eagerly, and Nate pulled up his jersey, baring his body, but leaving his face covered.

"Now don't let go, Jordan."

Nate began plunging inside the hot, slick body again. Every thrust made Jordan moan and his cock quiver, shiny fluid seeping copiously from the tip. Nate reached between their bodies and grabbed his balls, squeezing in time to his thrusts.

Jordan cried out, "Oh god, Nate! I'm coming!"

"No, you are not!" Nate said definitely and his hand left the boy's balls and closed around the top half of the cock that waved between them. He squeezed hard, closing his hand like a vise on the sensitive head.

"Ow!" Jordan shouted, half in pain and half in pleasure. "Nate! What are you doing?" His arms started to come down and his head lifted, trying to toss off the jersey that blindfolded him.

"Get back down, Jordan. I'm making you wait a little." Nate kept his hand tightly around Jordan's cock not letting his balls release their load yet. He pumped harder, pushing all the way in, pulling out slowly, and slamming back in, hard and fast.

Jordan whimpered and tossed his head from side to side with the sensations that were overwhelming him. Even with the frantic pain in his cock from Nate's big hand squeezing it, and the swelling frustration of not being able to release the load burning behind Nate's tight grip, he was ecstatic.

God, he loved this. Nate knew how to make him feel so good. Usually he had to take the initiative. Despite his five extra years, Nate was definitely the more passive of the two of them, Jordan, usually, the more aggressive. But not right now. He gripped the poles and held on, wrapping his legs around Nate's neck.

Just when he thought he was going to pass out from the mixed pain and overwhelming pleasure, Nate slammed one final time into his burning ass. The big man pushed down on Jordan's body, yanking the jersey up just far enough to uncover his mouth. Jordan felt like he was folding in half. Nate's tongue plunged all the way to his throat and he arched uncontrollably as he felt the hot liquid spurting so deep in his ass. The throbbing of Nate's huge meat against his prostate set him off again.

This time, Nate loosened his tight grip, and Jordan screamed again as the circulation returned to his cock. Sensation was quickly followed by all of the hot loads of semen that had been waiting to cum out for so long. Nate swallowed the sound as he swallowed the feverish tongue pushing into his mouth.

The room was silent for a moment, with only the sound of their panting breaths against each other's mouths. They did not move. Finally, Nate lifted his head just enough to smile down into Jordan's exhausted, but happy face.

"Good game, kid," Nate whispered as he pressed a soft kiss on to the lips, reddened and swollen from the frantic kissing they had done.

Jordan wiggled just enough to lower his legs to Nate's waist and wrapped them tightly to hold Nate in his ass as long as he could. Even softening, Nate's huge cock made him feel wonderfully full and complete. Jordan smiled back.

"That kind of goal I will score with you any time I can."

Nate chuckled. He glanced quizzically down to their entwined bodies. "I think you soaked my shirt. It's a good thing your jersey was all the way up over your head. You would never be able to explain the stains. It's not like you can just announce that you're gay and spent the night fucking your lover on the weight bench. The coach would have me arrested before you finished your sentence."

Jordan frowned. His father's vicious comments that he had grown up with making him react unthinkingly, blurting out an insulted denial. "I'm not gay!"

Nate froze, hurt.

Then his sense of the absurd took over. He smiled down at the tense boy lying beneath him. Jordan's arms were still around the older man's neck, his legs wrapped around his waist, their bodies sticky with the result of the wild sex they had just engaged in. Nate wiggled his hips gently, emphasizing the fact that he was still fully buried in the boy's ass.

"Jordan," he said softly, with a growing smile. "Maybe you should let me take my cock out of your asshole before you try and deny it again."

Jordan flushed bright red, and then tightened his arms, drawing Nate down against him. He buried his face between Nate's neck and shoulders, mumbling, "I love you, Nate. But just you. That's different. If I was gay then I would have liked it when Smith fucked me and made me suck him. I hated that."

Nate sighed and stroked the boy's hair. "Oh Jordan. There's nothing wrong with being gay. You can love one person, or many. It depends on you. You were only a child when Smith raped you. Of course you hated it. He did not give you any pleasure, just pain. And then your father beat you when he was done. That's not love, that's abuse. You can still like what we do."

Jordan sniffled slightly. "You sure?" he asked hesitantly.

"Oh Jordan, I do love you." Nate squeezed him as tightly as he could. "Now come on. We've got to get washed up. I may love you, but I refuse to die for you. And if we are still in this position when Dad gets home, I will," Nate joked.

Jordan lifted his head and kissed him deeply. "Okay. You wash my back, I'll wash yours." He grinned lecherously, "Inside and out."

Nate laughed. "Oooohh, now that sounds like fun. Will you drop the soap or shall I?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Chuckling at the old joke, Jordan pushed him off of his body and off of the bench. Nate's cock pulled free of his ass with a slurping pop. Jordan's eyes got wider and he bounced up and yanked off his shorts and jock in one swift move.

"Damn it Nate, I'm leaking," he yelled as he dashed for the bathroom down the hall.

Nate watched his bare ass disappear and smiled wistfully. "If you waited a moment I would have wiped it clean for you. Oh well, maybe next time," he murmured, then grinned, and hurried into the bathroom after Jordan.

Knowing Jordan, it would not take the teenager long at all to get nice and hard again. Nate fully intended to get his turn under Jordan's sweaty body. If he was going to break the rules, he might as well do it thoroughly. He knew that it would be a while before the two of them got alone for a whole evening again. Time to make the most of it.

He sauntered into the big bathroom and pulled off his stained shirt and jeans. Jordan hadn't even given him time to get his boots off. He grinned evilly as he saw Jordan washing under the steamy shower. A quick turn of the knob while Jordan was rinsing and he listened happily to the screams of bloody murder that erupted from underneath the suddenly freezing water.

Life was fun.