Dan and Me Pt. 21

Most of these stories are standalone, so you don't have to read them all. This one, however, calls back to Pt 16.

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Dave had asked me out to watch the football again, and for some reason I agreed to go. He was talking to his friends and watching the game, so I was people watching around the bar.

Then I saw him. The old guy from last time. He came in with some other old guys, and luckily hadn't seen me. Yet.

I texted Dan.

"You up?"

He took a minute or so to respond.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I'm at the bar again with Dave. He's watching the football, but the old guy from last time just came in"

"Do you want to play?"

Now this was an interesting question. Did I? Maybe I could try and take back some of the control I felt I'd lost last time.

"Maybe. What do you have in mind?"

"Invite him to the men's room again"

"I could do that. Let me try"

I stared at the old guy until he started looking around, and I caught his eye. I saw recognition cross his face, then he grinned at me. I looked over to the corridor to the bathrooms, and sort of nodded my head that way. He nodded back at me, and seemed to be waiting to see what I did next.

I told Dave I was going to talk to somebody "over there", got up and walked towards the bathrooms, and the old guy got up and met me by the men's room door.

"Go and see if the coast is clear," I said to him, and he opened the door and looked in. He turned and nodded, then headed in, holding the door for me. I followed him in, and we went to the disabled stall again, locking us in.

"On a dare again?" he asked.

"Something like that," I said. "You know the drill."

I took a picture of us both, and texted it to Dan.

"Take off your shirt"

Here we go. I pulled off my shirt, and hung it up. I handed him the phone to take a picture of me in my bra, and sent that to Dan.

"Have him take off bra"

I showed him the message, and turned around so he could unhook my bra. I held it up with my arm across my chest as I slipped the straps off my arms, and he took a picture from behind. I sent this to Dan, but it was no use, I was going to end up naked here. Again. I took my bra off my tits, and hung it up with my shirt.

He took a picture from the front, and I sent that to Dan also.

Somebody came into the men's room, and shortly afterwards knocked on the door of our stall. I looked at the old guy, panicking. I reached out for my clothes, and the guy outside said, "I know you're in there, Bob."

The old guy, who I was now assuming was Bob, stopped me grabbing my clothes, and opened the door. To his friend. This wasn't going how I'd planned. His friend stepped in, and Bob locked the door behind him.

"Is this the one you told me about?" the new guy asked Bob.

How many girls was he meeting in toilets?

"Yes," said Bob. "Now let's see what she's going to get told to do next."

I had my arm covering my tits, and looked at my phone. There was a message from Dan from before this new guy had showed up.

"Pic of him holding tits"

I stopped them from seeing the message, and texted him back.

"His friend's joined us"

"Are you OK with this?"

"So far, so good"

"Pic of you all"

Of course I was going to have to show him my tits, wasn't I? I showed them the message, then let go of my tits. We stood together, one of them on either side of me, and I took a picture of the three of us. Me topless. I sent it to Dan. We waited for a response, to see what I was going to do next.

"New guy holding tits"

I showed them the message, and gave my phone to Bob. The new guy stood behind me, and reached around to cup my tits, lifting them for the camera on the phone. Bob took a picture. I sent it to Dan.

"Old guy holding tits"

I showed them and they swapped positions, and the new guy took a picture of Bob squeezing my tits together. I sent that to Dan too.

"Undress old guy"

Interesting. I showed them the message. Bob didn't seem bothered, so I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him. I left his vest for now, and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. He stepped out of them, and I put his clothes in a pile in the corner, away from mine. I went to take off his vest, and he said, "Isn't that enough?" I took a picture and sent it to Dan.

"All the way if they want this to go further"

Maybe I was going to get to take some power back after all, I reckoned. I showed Bob the message, and he sighed and took his vest off. I pulled his underpants down, and dropped them on the pile. He was in just his shoes and socks. I got the new guy to take a picture of us together, me in my yoga pants, him with his old man cock hanging out. I sent this to Dan.

"Undress new guy"

I showed the new guy the message, then helped him take his shirt off and dropped it on Bob's pile. He wasn't wearing a vest. I undid his pants and pulled them down, then went to pull down his underwear. He balked, and pointed out that I was still wearing my yoga pants.

"Hey, I don't make the rules," I said. "Do you want to play this his way or stop playing?"

"Ask him," he said.

I texted Dan.

"He wants me out of my yoga pants"

"Not yet"

I showed the new guy the message. He let me pull his underpants down, and stepped out of them and his pants. I had Bob take a picture of me, topless, and the new guy in just his shoes and socks. I sent it to Dan.

"Take off your pants"

I showed them, then went to take them down and they wanted to help.

"No," I said, "I do it or we stop."

They left me to it. I pulled them down, and bent at the waist to take them off, taking my sneakers and socks off to get them off my legs, and hung them up with my other clothes. We stood together, and I took a selfie of the three of us, and sent it to Dan.

"Both of them sucking nipples"

I showed them, and they grabbed a tit each and sucked the nipple. I took a picture from above them, got them off me, and sent it to Dan.

"Have new guy take off your panties"

I was nervous, but I went ahead and showed them. The new guy came right up to me and ran his hands over my hips. He hooked the waistband, and pulled my thong down. I took a picture of him as he did it, with my thong by my knees. He then let me step out of my thong. I took it from him and hung it with my clothes, then sent the picture to Dan.

"You've shaved," said Bob, stating the obvious. It was a tiny thong so as to not have a visible panty line in my yoga pants, and I had to shave to wear it.

Dan texted back.

"From the front"

I handed Bob the phone, and he took a picture. I sent it to Dan, dreading what was to come next, but also excited to see what it was.

Somebody else came into the men's room. I put my finger to my lips to tell them to be quiet, and stood there as they played with my tits. The guy took the stall next to us! The football game was being piped in over the speakers, but we were going to have to be quiet.

My phone beeped, and we looked at the message.

"Bend over, pic from behind"

I showed them the ticket, then handed Bob the phone and bent over the toilet. He took a picture of me from behind. I sent it to Dan.

"Same, legs spread"

Bob and the new guy were getting quite the view back there, I'm sure. Bob took the picture, and I sent to Dan.

"Pic sucking new guy"

I handed the new guy the phone, then knelt down in front of him and put his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him, and he took a picture of me with my mouth stretched around his cock.

"Pic sucking old guy"

I handed Bob my phone, knelt down and put his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him, and he took a picture. I got up and sent it to Dan.

We stood there, quietly, waiting to hear what I was to do next.

"Pic sucking both"

I showed them the message, then gave Bob the camera and knelt down. I put the tip of his cock in my mouth, then pulled the new guy over and put the tip of his cock in too. I couldn't get much more in if I tried, so I looked up at Bob and he took the picture. I let them go, stood up and took my phone back. The picture looked obscene, and turned me on immensely. I sent it to Dan.

"Suck off new guy, don't swallow"

Damnit. OK, I didn't want to kneel on the floor for that long, so I took some toilet paper and wiped the toilet seat, then dropped it in, and sat down. I gave Bob the phone, and left him to take pictures and watch for messages.

I reached for the new guy's cock, and pulled him closer to me so I could suck it into my mouth. I went down on him, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. I stroked his balls, and I could see Bob taking pictures while slowly jacking himself off next to me. After a couple of minutes, he came in my mouth, groaning as he did so. I just hope the guy in the stall next door wasn't going to get the wrong, well, the right, idea.

I took the new guy's cock out of my mouth, and held it next to my face, with my mouth open so you could see his cum. Bob took a picture, and I took the phone back and sent it to Dan. I just hoped he'd reply quickly, as I didn't want to keep this in my mouth longer than I had to.

"Does he want you to spit or swallow?"

I showed the new guy. He pointed to swallow. Of course. I texted Dan.

"Swallow"

"Do you want to spit or swallow?"

Jesus. Can I just get this stuff out of my mouth?

"Spit"

"OK, you can spit"

I reached for the toilet paper and spat it out, taking some more to wipe my tongue. I dropped it all in the bowl and replied.

"Spat. Now what?"

"How many of them were there?"

"2"

"No, in the pub"

I showed the new guy, and he held up four fingers. Fuck. I could see where this might well be going.

"4"

"New guy swap place with a friend"

Great. I showed the new guy the message. He started getting dressed, and once ready, unlocked the door and headed out. Bob locked the door, and smiled at me, while still jacking his hard cock slowly.

I texted Dan.

"He's gone"

"Suck off old guy, don't swallow"

I showed Bob the message, gave him the phone and took his cock from him. I put it in my mouth, and started sucking. He was taking pictures. Within two minutes, he was cumming. I held his cock by my face and posed with my mouth open for the picture. I took the phone back and sent it to Dan.

"New guy there yet?"

I spat Bob's cum out, then texted Dan back.

"Not yet"

I was sitting there, waiting, when there was a knock at the door. Bob immediately opened it, and hustled his friend in. I put my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet, while he just stood there, staring at me and Bob, naked. Bob was whispering something to him while I texted Dan.

"He's here"

"Pic of you together"

I stood up and had Bob take a picture of me and the new, new guy. He was fully dressed, and I was still naked, of course. I sent the picture to Dan.

"Undress him"

I showed the new guy the message, and he stood there and let me undress him. I think Bob had told him I was going to suck him off, as he didn't protest or anything. Bob took a picture of us both standing by the wall, naked, and I sent it to Dan.

"Pic sucking new guy"

Of course. I showed him the message and gave him the phone. I sat back down and took the new guy's hardening cock in my mouth, and looked up at him. He was quite fat, so I put it half the way in my mouth - hopefully I wasn't going to get told to do it again. I looked up at him, and he took a picture of me with my mouth stretched around his cock. He took the picture, and I took his cock out of my mouth and took my phone back to send the picture to Dan. You couldn't see his cock, it was just belly, then my face.

"Old guy swap place with a friend"

Great. Well, at least that was likely to be my last blowjob of the night. I showed Bob the message. He dressed and headed out. I locked the door and sat back down.

I texted Dan.

"He's gone"

"Suck off new guy, don't swallow"

I picked his cock up again, and handed him the phone. He started taking pictures as I went to work sucking him off. A few minutes into it, the new, new, new guy arrived, and knocked on the door. I stopped sucking, and went and opened it.

"Holy shit!" he said, and I put my finger to my lips and hissed "sshhhh" to shush him. I pulled him in, and locked the door behind him. I got the old new guy to take a picture of the two of us, while he was holding my tits. I took my phone back, then sat down and sent that picture to Dan. I handed the phone back to the old new guy, and went back to sucking his cock. I heard my phone beep with a new message, but figured I'd get this over and done with. I kept going until I felt his cock head swell and he filled my mouth with cum.

I got my phone back, and took a picture with his cock by my face, and my mouth open showing his cum, and sent it to Dan. I looked at the message, and saw I'd missed one.

"Undress him too"

Oh well, I'd missed an instruction. I spat out the mouthful of cum, stood and showed the new guy, and he helped me undress him. His cock was already hard, having watched me suck off his friend. I got the old new guy to take a picture of the two of us. He was holding my tits again. I took my phone back from him, and sent the picture to Dan.

"Pic sucking the new guy"

I sat down again, then showed the new guy the message. He came over and I gave him the phone then put his cock in my mouth and looked up at him. He took ages to take the picture, and when he had, I took my phone from him and sent the picture to Dan.

"Suck him off, don't swallow"

I picked his cock up again, and handed him the phone. I went to work sucking him off, stroking his shaft and balls just to get it over with, as my jaw was starting to ache. A few minutes later, he grabbed my head and held me to him as he came in my mouth. I got my phone, and took the picture of me with a mouthful of cum by his cock and sent it to Dan.

"Spit or swallow"

I immediately spat his cum into a tissue.

"Done. Now what?"

"Send guys back to their friends, tell them to say nothing"

I showed them the message, and put my finger to my lips to tell them to be quiet, and they hurriedly dressed. They headed out, leaving me alone and naked in the disabled stall in the men's room. I texted Dan.

"They've gone"

"Anybody else in bathroom?"

"There's somebody in the stall next to me"

"Panties under the wall"

I rifled through my clothes and took my panties, and put them on the floor just the other side the wall. Whoever was in the stall next to me picked them up.

"Done"

"Bra under the wall"

"I can't go back without a bra on, Dave'll notice"

"He'll notice panties, too. Bra under the wall"

Now I was getting nervous. I got my bra, and held it for a few seconds, then put it the other side of the wall. It was picked up.

"Done"

"Shoes and socks"

He had to be going somewhere with this, didn't he? I wondered what I was going to have to do to get my clothes back, or maybe I could get him to come and collect me. Either way, I pushed my shoes and socks under the wall. They disappeared.

"Done"

"Pants"

"I hope you know what you're doing"

"Pants"

I got my yoga pants from the hook on the door, rolled them up and put them on the other side of the wall. Again, they were picked up.

"Done"

"Shirt"

Obviously. Well, I had nothing left to lose after this, did I? I took my shirt off the hook, folded it up and put it on the other side of the wall. It was picked up.

"Done"

"Go and knock on the door, tell him you'll do absolutely anything he wants to get your clothes back"

I would do anything to get my clothes back, but this was now scary. And turning me on immensely. What was I about to get myself into? I sighed. I unlocked the door and peeked out, making sure the coast was clear. I quickly stepped out and knocked on the door of the next stall.

"Hey mister, can I come in there and get my clothes back? I'll do anything you want."

I heard the door unlock, I pushed it, nervous, and it swung open.

It was Dan! I opened the door all the way, and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"You asshole," I said.

His hands went to my bum, and he pulled me into him. I went to go back to the disabled stall, but he said not to, in case the old guys came back. He locked the door on the cramped little stall, and I put my clothes on the hangar on the door.

He pointed his phone at me and told me to sit down again, and stepped forward. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs, taking his underpants with them. I reached for his cock and licked it, up and down. I held it to one side and then the other, licking each of his balls. I sucked his cock into my mouth as far as I could, then pulled it most of the way out and ran my tongue all over the head. Dan recorded all of this with his phone.

We heard the main door open, and a couple of guys came in. They went to the disabled stall, and were talking about me having left, then they, too, left.

Dan had me stand up, turn around, bend over and put my hands on the toilet seat. He spread my legs, and rubbed his cock across my pussy from behind. After a few strokes, he buried it inside me, and I groaned. I was so turned on, and this is what I wanted, really wanted. Needed. He held me by one hip, and stroked in and out, in and out, and soon after, I started cumming. It was everything I could do to keep quiet. He was still thrusting when I could think clearly again, and I asked him not to cum inside me. Dave would be able to smell us if he did.

Dan told me to sit down again, and I pulled myself off his cock, and sat down. I pulled him to me, and licked his cock clean, then started blowing him again. He was recording the whole time. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out and jacked his cock so he came over my lower face - I opened my mouth to catch some of it, but it went over my nose, chin and neck. When he had finished, he put his cock in my mouth so I could suck the last of his cum out of him, then he stopped recording and pulled up his jeans. He took pictures of me, sitting there covered in his cum as I scooped it off my face and licked my fingers. He left me sitting there and opened the door, taking a few pictures from outside of me sitting naked in the stall, then he grabbed some paper towels and damped them down, giving them to me to clean up.

After wiping up, I collected my clothes and started getting dressed. The door was still open. Once I was dressed, Dan took my hand and we headed out.

Outside the men's room, Dan kissed me hard and said, with a grin, "go back to Dave. You might not want to come here again. Send me the other pictures."

He left out the back, and I went back to Dave. He didn't query where I'd been for the last 45 minutes or so, and while he watched the TV, I sat sending pictures to Dan's phone. I didn't see Bob and his friends again before we left at the end of the night.

Bless the Broken Road Ch. 02

I had to grab the reins from Jessie and Rob. They were getting way out of hand. Last chapter was like a nitrous fueled rollercoaster ride. This one we slow down to hum drum life. It took a lot longer to write than I wanted. But life has a way of waiting until you finalize your plans before dumping a truckload of monkey wrenchs into it and then calling her BBF Karma to make sure I've more than paid for any past digressions. Because of the delay, I didn't have time to send it out for review so my backup editor Bill Gates took the job. Any errors are his and I encourage people to send their complaints to him.

This is not a stand alone story so you should read Chapter 1 before reading this if you haven't already. Comments are always welcome.

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We sat for a while, her with a death grip on my arm, both her beautiful legs propped up and over my leg, and me, trying to get over my monster hangover wondering what in the hell I'd gotten myself into. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't unhappy in the least in meeting Jessie. But everything about my life was now in turmoil and upside down and I was unsure how to handle it. I did want to enjoy this moment with her, as much as I could. It made the hangover a little more tolerable.

I was hoping she'd fall back asleep. I knew last night was a bonehead move on my part. Her first night here and I left her alone. What a fucking idiot I was! Just because I was mad and hurt. I acted like a spoiled child and it made her cry. 'I' made her cry. When I thought about it in those terms, I got really pissed at myself. I would NOT let that happen again.

After a bit, her breathing became regular and I hoped I could get up without waking her. I started to untangle myself from her. The bottle of Ibuprofen was calling my name. I walked in a semi roundabout way into the kitchen and managed to find the bottle. When I turned around, Jessie was leaning against the doorway, arms folded in front, looking at me in a less than enthusiastic way.

"Am I sleeping in the doghouse tonight?" I asked.

"Do you have a doghouse?"

"No."

"Then I guess you're stuck sleeping in the house with me. When you are back with the living, can we talk?" she asked.

Nothing cuts deeper into a man's heart more than hearing those three words. That I did remember. And now, I was experiencing that feeling again. I looked in the pill bottle as I shook it.

"Looks like I have enough pills to cover it. Sure."

"Sit down before you fall down and I'll see what there is to make for breakfast." Somewhere she found pancake batter. I didn't know I had any. I've never made myself pancakes that I remember. The bacon I knew I had although the 'Use By' date could be very suspect. Jessie cooked it up so I assume either she looked at the date or else it wasn't green. I know I was a tad hung over and starving but the food was the best tasting I'd had in recent memory.

"Jessie, who is the lawyer handling your divorce?"

"His name is Kevin...Kevin Byler. Why?"

"I want to make sure that your divorce goes as it should."

If Jack had the cops in his pocket I thought, there is no telling who else is there. I wondered WHY Jack would have the cops in his pocket? There are a couple reasons that come to mind. If you grew up in the area and knew them is one. Or you interact with them such as being a business owner. Or you are related. None of which Jack seemed to fit. The other way is you have them on your payroll to look the other way. Which seemed more likely given the way the Deputy acted.

Where is Jack originally from?

"He said he grew up in Tennessee but had been living in this area a little while before we met."

"You mentioned he had business associates. What kind of business is he involved in? He sure doesn't seem like the farmer type."

"He has a fertilizer business. Shortly after he started at the farm, he told me that he had tinkered in the past with coming up with some new types of fertilizer. He wanted to experiment some more and refine them at the farm. So he set up in the bottom of the barn and came up with some pretty good stuff. He tested it at the farm and some worked pretty well. After making some money, he built a building away from the house to make it because it sometimes had a strong chemical smell."

Fertilizer? I think that is a load of shit. I'm not buying it I thought to myself. Why do you need a cop on your payroll for a legit manufacturing business?

"What's with all the questions?" She looked at me with honest questioning interest.

"I'm trying to figure some things out that aren't quite adding up. What can you tell me about your lawyer?"

"I called several. They were closer to or in Canton. One of the early questions I asked was, what was a reasonable cost for a divorce? The cost varied widely due to all kinds of circumstances but a basic, no issue divorce was going to be around 7,000 to 10,000. After a few of those, I looked closer to home hoping it would be a little cheaper. I finally settled on Kevin. He is young, I think younger than me. But he seemed different than any lawyer I've ever dealt with. More down to earth and genuine I guess you could say. I gave him the background of my case, a rundown of what my finances were like, and I told him cost was a difficult issue for me. He told me that he would accept my case and we would worry about the cost later. "

Oh...that stopped me dead in my tracks. An ambulance chaser not concerned about money? No, there was something else going on here and I didn't like it. A very young attorney has a gorgeous woman walk into his office, in a bad situation, needing a divorce but she doesn't have money? I know how he is expecting to be paid.

"Alright, well I want to talk with him, if that is alright with you. I want to get a feel for him and see how the case is progressing."

"Yes. That would be great. Thank you." She smiled happily at me.

After breakfast, I went into my study to call my lawyer.

"HELL-o." said the gravely voice of my ancient attorney Eugene Simmons. Actually he is the company's attorney but as one of the owner's, he also acts as my personal attorney. As Mel Brooks once said, 'It's good to be the King'.

"Rip Van Winkle! Good to see you are still above ground."

"Oh Christ. If I'd a know'd you were gonna call today I would've forced a pillow over my face this morning." he said sarcastically.

"Well, everyone knows that doesn't work on the undead. But if by some miracle it had, you would have definitely ended up in a much warmer climate with plenty of people you know and have something in common with." I said equally sarcastically.

"It would be better company than what I have right now. So what kind of trouble are you in this time?"

"Why do you always assume the worst?" I asked.

"I know you. It's the only time you call me."

"I need you to check into someone and I need it fast."

"How fast?" he asked.

"This time tomorrow."

"Holy shit. You got a hot date?" he said in a somewhat enthusiastic tone.

"No. I need you to check on a fellow ambulance chaser."

"You really are in hot water aren't you?"

"It is for a friend. She is trying to get a divorce. This guy is handling her case and I want to make sure everything is on the up and up."

"What's the attorney's name, her name and what county was it filed in?" he asked.

"It would be Carroll County, his name is Kevin Byler and her name is Jessie. It was filed within the last couple weeks."

"Jessie is her legal name?"

"I don't know. I just know its Jessie. Could be short for Jessica."

"What is her last name?"

"I don't know. I've never asked her." I said, beginning to get annoyed at the stupid line of questioning.

"Well where does she live?"

"Right now, at my place."

"Wait...say that again?"

"She's living here at the moment. She can't go back home."

"Let me see if I've got this straight. You have a married woman living there that is in the process of a divorce and you don't even know her name? Let me guess...she has a bunch of kids right?" his tone beginning to sound like he was warming up for a kill shot.

"Yes she does. I don't know how many for sure. But they aren't staying here. They are with relatives."

"Which is where she should be. Have you gone nuts?"

"Gene I don't need a sermon..."

"No, you need a Psychiatrist. Did you get the plate number of the turnip truck that ran you over yesterday and caused your brain damage?" I didn't have to see him to know he had a huge shit eating grin on his face.

"Look. I have a handle on this."

"She must be one hell of a piece of ass for you to let her run roughshod over you this bad."

"Not everyone is as miserable as you are." I said, making it known I was thoroughly annoyed now.

"Who said I was miserable? I've been a lawyer for too long to not have an understanding of human nature. All I'm saying is that if it sounds too good to be true, it is. Let me get on this. Just be careful, okay?" he said in a sincere tone.

"I always am. This is going to be okay."

"You ever hear the parable of the scorpion and the frog?" Gene asked.

"Uh...not sure. I don't really have a clear head at the moment..."

"No truer words were ever spoken." He quickly added.

I sat there for a bit to mull over his words. Gene is a cantankerous old fart but there is always a lot of wisdom if you dig deep enough. And I didn't really have to dig at all. I summed it all up myself. I DON'T know her last name. I DON'T know how many kids she has. I don't even know if she really HAS kids. I did see toys in the house but that isn't exactly proof. I'll know soon enough if the divorce story is true. God dammit Gene! Why did you put this shit in my head? I really needed to talk to Madeline.

When I walked back into the kitchen, Jessie was finishing cleaning up the breakfast dishes.

"Are you back with the living?" Jessie asked.

"Not exactly. But something has come up. I need to go meet with someone and then I'll be back as soon as I can. I know I said we would talk and we will. I just need to get this out of the way first. Is that okay? It is really important."

Jessie looked a bit disappointed but said if it was important, to take care of it. She would be here when I was through.

"I'm really sorry about this. This came up during my phone call and I need to deal with it right now.

"Go, go, go." She started shooing me out of the kitchen. "But take a shower first. You smell like a whiskey barrel."

When I got into the bathroom, I called Madeline.

"Mrs. Danner. Hi, this is Bob Martin. How are you? Are you able to meet with me?"

"Bobby Martin? OH MY GOD! It is so good to hear from you! It has been a good while since we spoke. Too long. Part of that is my fault. How are you doing?"

"I need to talk. Are you free?" I asked quickly and to the point.

"Yes. I'm always available for you. But you sound a bit agitated. Is everything okay?"

"I don't think so. That's why I need your help. Can you meet me at the usual place?" I asked.

"When?"

"An hour."

"Give me two and I'll be there." She said.

"Thank you. See you then."

I got my shower and headed out the door. The tavern was 45 minutes away so that gave me some time to sort through my thoughts. The Corner Tavern...so called because it's a tavern that sits on a corner, is a small, ancient bar that is disinteresting enough to not have the younger crowd invade it. It probably predates Prohibition. Which means it is a nice, quiet, laid back place. Just the way I like it. I said hello to Nickii, the bartender, ordered a beer and a long island ice tea, and grabbed the corner booth.

Madeline Danner walked into the place like she owned the runway she thought she was walking on. Every head in the place turned...all three of them. Her movements were graceful and smooth, yet at a determined pace. At 50, she still had the body of a middle aged woman. Her hair looked longer, light brown, big loose curls and down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Anyone who didn't know her would say she was the quintessential MILF. Full, breasts, full hips and the dress she had on showed really long and beautiful legs.

She came straight back to the corner and I stood up and gave her a hug.

"Hi Mrs. Danner. You look lovely as always." I said. She stepped back from the hug to look me in the eye. She studied me for a couple seconds, then forced out a smile to cover her concern and smacked me on the arm.

"My name is Maddie, or Madeline. How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Mrs. Danner? And besides, I'm no longer Mrs. Danner. That story is for another time though." We sat down and she looked me over again.

"You look different. I can't exactly put my finger on it yet but I will. It's good to see you. What have you been up to?" she asked.

"Well, same old same old until two days ago. Then, I guess the world turned upside down. I'll get to that in a minute. But first, how is Melissa?" I asked.

"She'll be happy to hear you asked about her. She's doing well I think. She doesn't confide much in me about her therapy but in all other things, she does. I think she may be close to wanting to start to date."

"Wow...that's great. I'm glad to hear that. I know it has been especially hard for her. I wish things would have been a lot different for her. It's been awhile since she and I spoke. I feel bad about that." I added.

"Well, ever since that incident at the park, you have been the only male she has trusted outside of family. She really held out hope that you would come back when you got out of the Marines. She has been so afraid to trust anyone else for so long. But I think she has enough self-esteem and confidence now to try it." Madeline really did seem happy that her daughter was coming out of her shell.

"Tell her that I'd be more than happy to screen prospective dates for her and she better call with any questions and problems." I said with genuine concern.

"I'll tell her. Now...enough about her. I want to know what is going on with you."

I took a deep breath, looking away for a moment to summon all my courage, then decided it was time to pay the fiddler.

"I've met someone." I stopped, waiting for the inevitable.

"OH MY GOD!" Her mouth dropped open, then she quickly covered it with her hands. She looked really excited for a couple seconds. Then...she didn't.

"Oh My God Bobby!" Now I saw the look I was hoping not to see. It was concern but also fear.

"Bobby, how are feeling right now?"

"Really confused. A lot of emotions that I'm not sure I want, or like, are popping up all over the place. I'm having difficulty sometimes dealing with them. But the one I'm afraid of the most, is anger."

"I'm not surprised. I've never discussed this with you before but I think we need to do it right now. Do you know why you were never diagnosed with PTSD? She asked

"Not really. I thought I didn't develop it because I'd worked through enough when I was a private security contractor."

"No, that isn't it at all. PTSD has several factors involved that determine if you have it, and how bad you have it. The critical thing that you have to have in order to have PTSD... are emotions. And depending on how mentally and emotionally strong you are will determine how badly you suffer from it. Strong emotions, usually fear or guilt, coupled with a weak ability to control those emotions, leads to a severe case. Even if you have suffered very traumatically, if you have a strong ability to handle your emotions and keep them in check, you may have only a slight case of it or not at all."

"In your case, you completely blocked off all emotions. With no emotion or feeling, there is no PTSD. Period. As long as you kept those emotions buried, you were okay. But I knew that if those ever came to the surface, with what you experienced, all bets were off as to what kind of apocalypse might happen. Having those feeling suddenly flood back into you after such a long time would be traumatic in and of itself. But couple that with what you experienced and..."

She stopped. She had been sort of speaking her mind aloud, and then realized that the traumatized person she was speaking of was sitting across from her listening, and maybe I didn't need to hear everything that she knew from the clinical standpoint.

"So, who did you meet and how did the emotions returning occur?" She was now in pure therapist mode.

I explained to her how I met Jessie. How I felt when I first saw her. How I almost shot her husband. How she had been abused by him; the events at the 7-11. Then waking up with her at the motel. That is when I stopped. Part of the reason I stopped was because I assumed she must be exhausted and need a rest from constantly shaking her head back and forth, and alternating between just having her mouth open to mouthing the words 'oh no' and 'oh my god'.

"Bobby, I'd be incredibly shocked by that story if it came from anyone else but you. Knowing you as well as I do, I'm a little ashamed to admit I'm not all that surprised."

"Mom always said I was the predictable type."

"Do you understand how much untangling may be involved in this? It would take a team of people years to unravel this."

"Well, I don't have years. There is more if you think you are rested up enough." She looked shocked.

"Go on, if you feel up to it." She said hesitantly.

So I told her about how all this started messing with my head. I couldn't think straight. Mental errors in short term memory. Then when we went to Jessie's house and I almost shot her husband again, along with a deputy. The anger when I realized Jessie knew about my past. How I felt about that. Getting drunk and having Lisa visit again. And waking up with Jessie sleeping on my shoulder.

"Okay, that brings me up to today when I spoke with my Attorney Gene. He really screwed me up." I explained that to her. Then the defense rested.

"Jesus Bobby. I can't believe you are holding together as well as you are. Do you want to go into a facility or think medication might help you?"

"I don't know Mrs. Danner. I'm just confused about how I'm feeling. And I'm afraid if my anger gets out of control, I might hurt Jessie." At that point I had to stop. I was feeling..., fuck I don't know how exactly I was feeling but this feeling shit sucked.

"Bobby, I think you have reverse engineered your fear to fit the idea that it is due to your anger. Your anger isn't really what you fear."

"What do you mean?"

"You were angry with Jessie's husband. What happened as soon as he left?" she asked.

"As soon as her husband left, I turned to find Jessie in a fetal position up against the car. I went over to her because she was scared to death and I tried to calm her down."

"Were you afraid of what you might do to her in your anger?"

NO! Of course not! I wasn't upset at her. I was worried about her."

"But you were pissed off. Pissed enough that you were going to shoot her husband. So why didn't you worry that you might hurt her in your anger?

"Because it wasn't an issue. It wasn't even the furthest thing from my mind because it was never in my mind to begin with. I found she was incredibly scared and upset and I needed to help her any way I could."

"Exactly. Second question. When you found out she knew some of your past, you were mad at her. What happened then?" she asked in a more confident tone.

"I had yelled at her to stay where she was, to not follow me, and I walked away. I had Hoss take her back to the terminal."

"Apparently she spent the night at your house. How did you go from being thoroughly pissed at her to sleeping with her on your couch?"

I'd promised her that she could stay at the house for safety reasons and she came with me, after a little persuasion. I got drunk and slept on the couch. When I woke up, Jessie was sleeping up against me."

Twins, Ch 1

Mike was 18 years old, too old to be eating cold breakfast cereal, he thought, but his mother didn’t feel like cooking him oatmeal this morning. Instead, she was lazing in bed, putting off getting up until she absolutely had to. He was just drinking down the last of the milk when both of his twin sisters walked in, still in their robes.
“Good morning, Mike.” they said, in unison. They did that often, speaking the same words, dressing alike, and generally synchronizing everything they did. He grunted at them and got up to put his bowl and spoon in the sink.
“We have a favor to ask of you.” they said.
He looked at them, suspecting a joke of some sort. They didn’t associate with him very much, barely speaking to him, ever.
“Please, only you can help us.” they said, then looked at each other and giggled.
“What is it?” he asked, suspiciously.
“Well, um… Ariana said, nervously.
“There’s a girl at school, and she has a bet with us…” said Adriana.
“What kind of bet?” he asked, his curiosity up. “Who is she?”
“Melanie Schofeld.” said Ariana. “She bet us that she could… could, um…”
“She bet us she could suck a boy off better and faster than the two of us could together.” said Adriana.
“I see.” he replied, smiling. “Let me guess, neither one of you has ever done it before?”
They shook their heads together, blushing. “We were hoping you could give us some pointers.” Again they spoke in unison.
“Well, sure, I can’t let my sisters lose this bet right? What are the stakes?”
Adriana took a deep breath. “The loser has to go all the way.”
“I see.” he said seriously. “Well, we better go upstairs so you two can practice, then, huh?”
“Okay, let’s.” said Ariana, going to the fridge and getting out two carrots. “Ready when you are, sis.”
“What are those for?” he asked, leading out of the kitchen.
“To practice on.” Adriana said, making it sound like he was stupid for asking.
“Really? You think he’s going to open his pants and pull out a carrot?” The two girls stopped in their tracks.
“Well, you didn’t think we were going to practice on you?” Adriana said, looking at him strangely. “All we want is pointers on how to do it.”
“Oh, okay, but if you want to win, I don’t think your first time for real should be the contest itself, do you?”
They just looked at each other in silence as he continued up the stairs to his door. “Especially with so much riding on the outcome.”
“Listen, I don’t think we should…” Ariana said meekly to her sister, but Adriana grabbed her hand and pulled her along to the top of the stairs.
“Come on, he’s right.” she said. “You don’t want to lose, do you? We HAVE to do this, or there’s no way to win. He’s right, it won’t be any carrot we’re sucking on tomorrow.”
Mike ushered them both into his room and sat them on his bed. He saw Ariana looking nervous, and smiled at her gently. “Hey, don’t worry, this won’t hurt. Not the way losing the bet is going to hurt, I guarantee it.” He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, and both girls shrank back, away from the sight of his dick, the first they had ever seen exposed like this.
“Come on, girls, it won’t bite.” he chuckled. “Who wants to be first?”
“I will.” Adriana said, reaching out and taking his flaccid dick in her hand. She sat up straighter and cooed as it began to stiffen in her light grasp. She looked up at him expectantly.. “What do I do?”
“Give it a kiss, then open your mouth and take the head of it between your lips and suck on it a little.” he said, huskily. He couldn’t believe she was actually do it, but she never even hesitated.
Adriana kissed the tip of his dick gently, then parted her lips and took the head of it inside. She felt his hand on the back of her head as she applied a little suction, so she allowed him to slide more if it into her mouth as he pulled her head closer to his groin.
He loved the way her mouth felt on him, but he knew if he pushed her too hard, too fast, she would stop, and then there would be no way the more timid Ariana would even try at all. Halfway in, he gently allowed her to move her face back and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He looked down at her and smiled, seeing her eyes shine with excitement at her accomplishment.
“Okay, now it’s your turn, Ariana.” he said, looking over at his other sister. She went white as a sheet, but her eyes has a steely glint in them, and he knew she was going to try it, no matter how afraid she was.
“O-o-ok.” she stammered, going to her knees beside her sister. “Just do it exactly like Adriana just did. It really felt great.” he said. He kept his hands at his sides, knowing she would feel trapped with his hand in her hair and chicken out. That’s the last thing he wanted.
Ariana gave the tip a quick peck, then licked her lips and tasted the watery pre-cum that clung there. It was rather watery and only slightly saline, not gross and disgusting as she had imagined. She opened her mouth and took him inside. Immediately, she was surprised by how big it felt in her mouth.
“Suck on it.” he moaned, so she applied a little suction and allowed it to slide deeper into her mouth. Now his hand found her hair, stroking it softly and encouraging her to go further down on him than she had originally intended. “Oh, yeah, let it slide in and out a few times, sis. You’re really good at this.”
He thrust his cock into his sister’s mouth a few times, then pulled it out before she was ready. She had been starting to enjoy the feel of it moving back and forth, and looked up with obvious disappointment showing on her face as it was taken away.
“Adriana’s turn again.” he explained. “I’ve only got the one, so you two have to share.” She nodded, seeing the fairness of his logic. She had had a much longer turn than her sister.
Adriana wasted no time getting it back in her mouth and going back down to the halfway mark she had left off at. She could see where the wetness of her sister’s saliva on it stopped, and she was determined to take more than that on her turn.
“Ohh, yeah, can you do the whole thing?” Mike sighed, feeling his sister’s mouth going further and further down his length. He put his hand on her head once more, gently pulling her head towards him until he felt her nose tickling his pubic hairs. “Suck on it as it goes out.” he instructed, and nearly came right then as she did as he instructed. Only doing some quick multiplication tables and thinking of his old hag of a math teacher kept him back from the edge. He pushed her head away and turned aside for a moment, struggling to catch his breath.
“Man, that was really close!” he said, stepping back for a moment.
“I want my turn again.” Ariana said. She wasn’t quite pouting, but they could both hear it in her voice.
“Give… give me a sec.” he gasped. “I almost came right there and then. I want both of you to share it when I do.”
“What happens when you come?” Adriana asked.
“What do you mean, share it?” Ariana asked.
“You don’t know?” he asked, incredulously? They shook their heads in unison. “Well, uh, white stuff comes out.” he told them. “Not a lot, just a couple of squirts, but it’s pretty messy when it does. It might stain your shirts. Those ones look like they weren’t cheap, all that lace around the collar.”
“White stuff? Ewww!” Ariana said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“Gross.” was all Adriana said. “I think that’s what Melanie meant when she said chickening out before the finish was the same as chickening out before even starting, tho. We’re gonna have to let you… finish… in our mouths, huh?”
“Sounds exactly like what she meant.” Mike agreed. “Are you guys ready to continue? One more turn apiece is all I’m going to be able too stand, and both of you should get a taste of it. It’s the only way you’ll both be prepared for tomorrow’s contest, right?”
“You said something about our blouses?” Ariana asked, trying to stall. She was definitely the more nervous of the two about getting a mouthful of white stuff.
“Should we take them off?” Adriana asked. “I definitely don’t want them stained. These are our best white blouses.”
“We got dressed up to ask you.” Ariana said, blushing. “But not too much, if you know what I mean.”
“I think that means you aren’t wearing bras under those shirts.” he said, and they both nodded together. “Then I definitely think you should take them off.” He gestured at his erection. “After all, both of you get to look at me…”
“Come on, off with it, lil sis.” Adriana said, immediately unbuttoning her blouse. He noted they both started at the bottom and worked their way up, then with only a quick glance at each other, opened then and took them off together, movements synchronized. He ogled then unashamedly, and his erection got even stiffer, if that was possible.
“Oh, wow, you two ARE exactly alike.” he breathed, seeing both of them with the same exact firm, apple sized breasts and matching tiny pink nipples. “Can I touch them?”
“No!!” said Ariana firmly, but at the same time, Adriana said, “Not this time.” His mind whirled that there was going to be a next time for this.
“Well, okay, let’s continue, then.” he said, turning back. “Ariana, it’s your turn, right?”
“Adriana can go next.” she said, weakly. “I’m not sure I want to continue.” Just the thought of his white stuff was making her stomach queasy.
“Ariana, both us have to do this, or we both lose the bet right?” Adriana demanded sternly. Ariana nodded glumly in agreement. “Then you are definitely going through with this today, and we ARE going to win tomorrow, got it?!?” Ariana nodded again. “I am not losing my virginity because you lamed out on me! Now take your turn and do it right! Suck the whole thing, just like I did. He really seemed to like it when I did that, and speed is going to be the key to winning. It’s who can make their boy come first, remember? Now, DO IT!!”
Ariana gave a small shudder, but she obediently turned and took Mike’s cock in her mouth again, this time going right down on him until she had it all in her mouth. She could feel the head of it tickling the back of her throat and instinctively swallowed the load of saliva her mouth was producing. Mike let out a little yell and quickly jerked his cock back. Ariana could feel it spasming, and then her mouth was flooded with hot, salty fluid that coated every part of the inside of her mouth, and she jerked her head back and pushed the mouthful out with her tongue. It covered her chin and dripped onto her chest.
Mike wasn’t done, though. While the girl was trying to deal with the stuff in her mouth, his cock spat out another shot that splattered across her nose ad cheek.
Adriana saw what happened and didn’t want to let this chance go to waste. She put her face right next to her sister’s, feeling the cum on her cheek smearing between them, then opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her lips just as another blast shot out. It tasted salty and musk, but not that bad, she thought to herself, and swallowed it as her mouth sucked at him, wanting another load. She got what she wanted, and her mouth was filled to overflowing by the amount that came out. She swallowed as much as she could, but some dripped out of the corners of her mouth and dripped down onto her chest, as well.
Mike gasped and pulled his cock away, almost overwhelmed by the sensations his cock had just experienced. Jerking off had never felt like that!
“Mmm, I like your stuff.” Adriana said, licking her lips. “It’s good, isn’t it, Ariana?” She looked at her sister and guffawed at the stricken look on the girl’s face, not to mention all the come coating it. “God, you’re a mess!” she laughed, then quickly sobered up.
“Wipe it up with your fingers and lick them off.” she ordered sternly. “You’ll have to get used to it before tomorrow, or I’ll never speak to you again or do that “thing.” You won’t be doing it to me, either. That’s a promise. If I have to give up my virginity because of you, every deal we have every made is out the window! Got it?!?!”
Ariana looked even more miserable and ready to cry, but she began wiping his stuff off her face and licking her fingers. “It’s not that bad.” she whispered. “I just wasn’t ready for so MUCH of it.”
“Well, we’re going to do this again after dinner, so you’ll do much better next time. I know you won’t let me down. After all, we’re sisters!” Adriana said encouragingly, then bent a little and licked a big drop up off Ariana’s nearest breast.
“Oh, boy, look at that.” Mike whispered, marveling at the sight of his sisters licking his come off each other. “You guys might not have to wait until dinner if you let me watch that.”
“You want to watch us get it on?” Adriana asked, impishly. She giggled, then pushed Ariana down onto her back. “Keep eating his stuff.” she told the girl, then bent and pulled the Velcro fly open holding her sister’s shorts closed. Ariana helped her to remove them, lifting her hips as the older girl pulled them down and off her legs. Adriana kissed her way down her sister’s belly and spread the girl’s legs open wide, scooching over and getting in between them. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and once the shorts were off, the girl was totally nude.
“Oh, man, she’s really ready.” Mike breathed, seeing Ariana’s pussylips red and puffy, and her clit stiffly poking out from the folds. “I’ve never seen a girl’s legs really open like that! I can see EVERYTHING!!”
“You like looking at her, Mike?” Adriana asked, teasingly. “I bet you’d like a taste of it, too, wouldn’t you?”
“Adriana, NO! Please!!” Ariana begged, feeling her sister moving out from between her legs. “Mike, no, don’t; it’s not for you, just for her!”
“I thought you told me once that it was mine to do with as I pleased?” Adriana said, looking right into her sister’s eyes, coldly. “Was that a lie?”
“No. It’s yours.” Ariana said miserably. “Please don’t let him do this, though.
“It’s what I want.” Adriana said to her. “I want to see him eating you out. I really want to see you enjoying it, so do a good job, Mike.” She guided Mike into position between Ariana’s legs and helped him go to his knees. His cock was fully hard again, and pointed right at the wet, juicy snatch open in front of him.
“Can I kiss you first?” he asked Ariana, looking into her eyes. She had cleaned up her face as per her sister’s instructions, and he couldn’t see a single drop of his come left.
She nodded, but he took his shirt off, wanting to feel her breasts against his naked chest while kissing her. Then he lay down on top of her, and his cock lay full length against her pussylips like a bar of hot iron as their lips met. She moaned at the contact, and he could feel her hard little nipples poking into his chest as he let her feel the weight of him atop her.
“Oh, God, that looks SO hot!” Adriana said, reaching into her shorts and fingering herself. “Slide your cock up and down her pussy, Mike, she’s really getting wet right now!”
Mike wasn’t about to say no to that, so he pumped his hips, moving his cock and feeling it slide across her slimy opening. It was better even than the feeling of having it in one of the girl’s mouths.
Ariana was liking it too, feeling him sawing over her cunt like that. She was moving her hips in time to his, or trying to, anyway. She wasn’t very practiced at this, and it slipped a little further than either one of them intended. The head of it found her opening and popped right inside as their hips came back up together.
“Oh!!” Ariana cried out. “STOP!! You’re inside me!!”
“He is?” Adriana exclaimed, getting right down on her hands and knees to get a better look. “Oh my God, He IS!!” Her hand flew to her mouth and covered it in shock. “Does it hurt?”
“Feels fuckin’ awesome!” Mike grunted, pushing a little more in. Ariana was certainly wet enough to accommodate him.
“Take it out!! Take it out!!” Ariana begged him, pushing up at his chest with her hands. “Please, don’t do this, oh God, please take it out!!”
Mike pulled back a little, but then sank the head of it in again, and Ariana let out a loud moan and shuddered in pleasure. Mike slipped it in a little further.
“Unngh, Mike, you’re fucking her.” Adriana said, tearing open her own Velcro closure to give her hand more room to work. “I didn’t say you could fuck her. You have to stop!”
“Ohh, God, not sure if I WANT him to stop.” Ariana grunted, pushing her hips up and getting a little more of him in.
“You’re okay with this?” Mike asked. “Isn’t it supposed to really hurt, a girl’s first time?”
“We took care of that with a dildo a LONG time ago, silly.” Adriana scoffed. “I just don’t want her first time to be with her BROTHER!”
“Oh, well, I was kinda looking forward to getting to break a cherry.” he said. “I’m sure I’ll get one sooner or later, tho.”
“It’s okay, Mike, do it!” Ariana shifted her hips again, and this time when she thrust them upward, she succeeded in getting a lot more of him inside. She let them back down, and then Mike couldn’t stand it anymore. He drove himself fully inside the girl under him.
She clawed his back and moaned loudly, tossing her head from side to side. He pulled it back out, then in again, and gradually sped up his pace until Ariana was practically screaming in delight.
“Oh my God, you guys are really fucking!!” Adriana’s shorts were pushed down around her ankles now, her nose just inches away from the action. Her hand was busily working in her pussy, fingering herself with three fingers as her thumb pressed intermittently on her clit.
“I’m… getting close!” he warned her. “Let me up!” Her eyes widened in shock as she suddenly realized what he was talking about.
“Get up, Don’t do it inside me!!” she cried, panicked. “Take it out, take it out right now!!”
Mike pulled out and got to his feet, his cock swollen and throbbing red. The head of it was nearly purple. He went to his knees again, this time astride her belly and pushed it at her mouth.
“Suck it!” he said huskily. Just as she opened her mouth, he shot off, filling her mouth with a load of come for the second time that day. She closed her mouth and swallowed it, but his other blasts went onto her face again, coating her pretty features with his hot sperm once again. “Oh, God, Ariana, I’m sorry! I made a mess again!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean her up this time.” Adriana said, moving up a little and bending over to lick the creamy goo off her sister’s face. Mike got to his feet to watch again. He never knew watching two girls could get him so excited. He could feel it twitching to life again as Adriana licked up his come.
He moved behind her and went to his knees, looking at her pussy and ass from the rear as she nibbled on her sister’s tits. His hand stroked his cock, and Ariana saw him hard again. She hugged her sister’s torso tightly and nodded to him, smiling encouragingly.
He needed no second invitation, shuffling forward and fitting his cock into her tight little snatch from behind. Adriana struggled in her sister’s grasp, but her twin had known how much she was going to struggle and gotten a really secure grip.
“Mike, no, please, no!!” she begged, but all that playing with herself had gotten her just as wet as her sister, and he slipped inside he tightness just as easily. Her hymen had also been broken long ago, so there was no painful barrier for him to breach. All she felt was indescribable pleasure as he opened her up and stretched her out deliciously.
He had his hands on her hips, pulling her onto his length until he was buried fully inside her. Immediately, he pulled it out and sank it into her again. She hummed in pleasure as he began fucking her with his whole length. This time, he was able to control himself much longer, and he got his sister off several times before he felt that familiar pressure building up again. He stayed in, moving it slowly and deeply until he was almost there, them pulled it out and rolled Adriana’s unresisting form onto her back and straddled her torso. He pushed his angry cock straight at her lips as his come came busting forth. She choked on the mouthful he gave her, but it was as if a dam inside her had broken and it spewed forth unrelentingly. It was her turn to have her face full of spunk. She gamely swallowed as much as much as she could, letting him spray it into her open mouth each time she drank it clear.
“Gah, Mike, that was a LOT that time!” Adriana said, as soon as she had her breath back.
“That was the last one, girls. I need to go rest, now.” he said, staggering over to his bed. He watched amusedly for a few minutes as Ariana took her turn cleaning off her sister, then his eyes slipped closed and he fell asleep.