tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547794488134401302023-11-15T05:01:32.684-08:00Gary and DillonIn the United States you have to at least eighteen before you can read this material. These are stories about a Discipline Partnership between two men if this offends you in anyway please leave.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-59052655817792052122013-09-04T12:37:00.005-07:002013-09-04T12:38:28.460-07:00In The Spirit<br />
I stop in my tracks when I stepped into the apartment I could not believe what I saw before me. I closed my eyes and shook my head hoping what I saw would disappear when I open my eyes. I open one then the other; nope, the horrible site before me was still there.<br />
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My handsome lover, that I love so dearly was standing there with his beautiful long blondish hair parted right down the middle one side was dyed holly green and the other was dyed Christmas red. Again I just shook my head and closed my eyes.<br />
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"It's not permanent. Tt washes out in 30 washes," he told me.<br />
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"Then I suggest if you do not want your rear as red as your hair, you start washing," I told him as I pushed him toward the bathroom.<br />
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"Grinch," he said, huffing his way to the shower.<br />
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<br />Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-301782834896459802013-09-04T12:13:00.000-07:002013-09-04T12:13:01.482-07:00Breakfast In Bed<br />
As Dillon roll over, he gave a low moan and his arm snaked around my waist. Just as his leg pinned mine to the bed, he buried his face into my chest.<br />
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I gently kissed his forehead and then took a deep breath, taking in his smell.<br />
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He gently nuzzled my chest before gently pushing his crotch into mine.<br />
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I felt his tongue touch my nipple as he licked his dry lips.<br />
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"Hey what do you want for breakfast?" I asked him when my stomach gave a slight rumble. .<br />
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"You!" he said taking the nipple closes to him into his mouth.<br />
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Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-45438333502968909802013-09-04T12:09:00.002-07:002013-09-04T12:09:59.909-07:00Brats and Leftovers<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-GB">Dillon and I could hear the swats as they
landed on poor David's backside. I could see my own brat cringe when they
landed. I wanted to go over and comfort my brat. However, I just flipped the
pages of the newspaper I was pretending to read just to let him know I was
still in the room, but still very upset with what had taken place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It was not too long ago Dillon was over my
knee getting his ass blistered for the stunt, that he and David pulled when
they were told to put the left over away. When Allen and David joined us in the
living room I could tell that David would have preferred to stay in the bedroom
until we were gone. David gave a pleading look when Allen pointed to the
kitchen. David just hung his head and went to the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"Dill, go help." I told him in a
no nonsense voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"Yes sir." Dill told me as he
went to go help with the clean up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Allen gave me a rum and coke, then he sat
down in his chair. "Tell me, Gary how do they get ‘let's have a food fight’
out of ‘put the food away’?" he asked taking a sip of his drink. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I just shrugged my shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-68604745845058268682013-09-04T11:40:00.001-07:002013-09-04T11:40:08.376-07:00Naked At Night<pre>Allen and David are Gary and Dillon friends I tried to make
it a dribble but it became a short story.
This is a true story I just change some stuff and I added a
few things, I was the one who had to confront the cops at
the door, when my friends half naked boyfriend was found in
the front yard.
At the time I was upset now I just think it funny. I had
this way back in my mind and when Accidental Exposure was
posted it all came back to me.
I hope you all enjoy this. There is no warning..
NAKED AT NIGHT
I OPENED THE DOOR TO FIND MY YOUNG LOVER DRIPPING WET, IN
HIS UNDERWEAR AND SOCKS, WITH TWO POLICE OFFICERS STANDING
BEHIND HIM. DAVID STOOD WITH HIS HANDS IN FRONT OF HIMSELF,
COVERING HIS PRIVATES, LOOKING ABOUT TEN INSTEAD OF
TWENTY-FIVE. I STOOD BACK AND LET HIM IN, AND I ASSURED THE
POLICE THAT DAVID DID LIVE HERE, AND HE WAS NO THREAT TO
THE NEIGHBORS. THE DOOR SHUT SOFTLY BEHIND US.
BEFORE I COULD EVEN OPEN MY MOUTH TO ASK.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT," DAVID YELLED, AS HE STOMPED PAST ME
INTO THE KITCHEN, I WATCHED AS HE SLIPPED AND SLIDE ACROSS
THE NEW LINOLEUM FLOOR. THAT IS WHEN I SAW KEVIN STANDING
ALSO IN HIS UNDERWEAR, TRYING TO GET HIS CAT DINGBAT TO
JUMP UP AND UNLOCK THE SLIDING GLASS DOOR; THE CAT JUST SAT
THERE LIKE `AND YOU CALL ME A DINGBAT'.
"THEN WHOSE FAULT IS IT?" I HAD TO ASK, WONDERING HOW HE
WAS GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS. I JUST LOOKED OVER AT KEVIN, WHO
NOW LAY ON THE SOFA WITH HIS CAT LAYING ON HIS CHEST; HE
LOOKED MORE EMBARRASSED THEN ANYTHING.
I JUST JERKED MY HEAD TOWARD MY LOVER, WHEN I HEARD,
"YOUR'S," DAVID TOLD ME, AS HE GRABBED A TOWEL FROM THE HALL.
I HEARD A "YEAH" FROM THE SOFA. I JUST POINTED A FINGER AT
KEVIN; HE JUST PULLED THE SHEET UP, AND OVER HIS HEAD. ALL I
SAW WAS THE TOP OF HIS HAIR AND HIS EYES STICKING OUT FROM
UNDER IT. IT IS A GOOD THING TO HAVE YOUR BRAT'S YOUNGER
BROTHER SCARED OF YOU.
"HOW IN GOD'S GREEN UNIVERSE IS IT MY FAULT?" I JUST HAD TO
ASK. DAVID SPUN AROUND AND JUST GLARED AT ME; HE WAS TOTALLY
PISSED. "IF YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE SLIDING DOOR LOCK FIXED,
LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD A WEEK AGO, WE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN
LOCKED OUTSIDE HALF-NAKED, WHEN HE SHUT THE DOOR SO DINGBAT
COULD NOT FOLLOW US OUT, WHICH CAUSED ME TO HAVE TO JUMP THE
SIDE FENCE TO GET TO THE FRONT DOOR, SO I COULD WAKE YOU. IN
ADDITION, IF YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT SETTING THE TIMER
ON THE SPRINKLERS, THEY WOULD NOT HAVE COME ON, AND I WOULD
HAVE NOT GOTTEN WET. THEREFORE, WHEN THE POLICE THAT WERE ON
PATROL WOULD NOT HAVE SEEN ALL OF ME," HE SAID, AS HE POINTED
TO HIS WAIST; YEAH YOU COULD SEE ALL OF HIM THROUGH HIS WET,
WHITE BRIEFS. HE HUFFED AT ME, LOOKING AT HIM WITH A SMILE.
THEN HE WRAPPED A TOWEL AROUND HIMSELF. "THINKING I WAS A
PERVERT, OR SOMETHING AWFUL." HE SHIVERED, NOT FROM BEING WET.
I THINK IT WAS JUST THE THOUGHT THAT WENT THROUGH HIS MIND AT
THE TIME. "SINCE YOU DIDN'T HEAR THE DOORBELL, WHICH IS BROKEN,
THE LADY OFFICER BANGED ON THE WIDOW TO WAKE YOU. SO THIS IS
ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!" HE SAID, WITH A STOMP OF HIS FOR AND
WAVING HIS ARMS AROUND LIKE A LUNATIC.
"WHY WERE YOU UP ANYWAY?" I ASKED HIM.
"I COULDN'T SLEEP, SO I CAME DOWN TO WATCH A MOVIE, AND I WOKE
UP KEVIN," HE TOLD ME.
"ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE OUT OF BED BEFORE SIX?" I ASKED HIM;
HE JUST LOOKED AT HIS FEET. "ARE YOU?" I ASKED AGAIN.
"NO, SIR." HE WHISPERED.
"WHY DID YOU GO OUTSIDE ANYWAY?" I ASKED HIM.
I SAW DAVID'S EYES MOVE TOWARD KEVIN, WHO JUST COVERED UP HIS
HEAD. "KEVIN WANTED ONE LAST SMOKE BEFORE HE WENT TO BED,"
DAVID SAID.
"LET ME SEE IF I CAN SUM THIS ALL UP. YOU WERE UP WHEN YOU
WERE SUPPOSE TO BE IN BED; WENT OUTSIDE HALF NAKED, TO BE WITH
YOUR BROTHER FOR ONE LAST SMOKE, WHICH I DO NOT APPROVE OF AT
ALL, AND YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AROUND IT," I SAID;
HE STILL LOOKED AT HIS FEET. "SO THE SUMMARY IS...IF YOU HAD
STAYED IN BED, KEVIN WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN WOKE UP, AND GONE
OUT FOR A SMOKE; YOU WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN LOCKED OUT; YOU WOULD
NOT HAD TO OF JUMP THE FENCE OR GOT WET, THE POLICE WOULD NOT
HAVE SEEN ALL OF YOU. CORRECT?" I ASKED HIM.
"YES, SIR," HE TOLD ME.
"SO, TELL ME, MY DEAR, SWEET BRAT; WHOSE FAULTS IS THIS WHOLE
MESS." DAVID LOOKED UP AT ME THROUGH HIS STILL DAMP HAIR.
"KEVIN'S," DAVID TOLD ME..
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Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-36278583354218002762013-09-04T11:38:00.001-07:002013-09-04T11:38:25.047-07:00Officer Involved Biting<pre>
I just stepped out of the shower when I heard Gary laugh.
His laugh was so sexy. I open the bathroom door and peek
out. Gary was setting out the computer I use for work.
With his head in his hands I saw his body shake with
laughter which made me giggle.
"What so funny?" I asked coming up behind him.
"Sam sent me this!" He said tapping the computer screen.
I had to stop and think who Sam was as my mind went over
Gary's friends and their partners. "You remember Sammy,
the one with purple hair." he reminded me.
"Oh yeah the cops partner" I told him. He nodded and got
up as I took the seat as I glanced at the screen and
scanned it. I had to do a double take at the Subject Name,
Officer Involved Biting, ok now I am interested.
Well you probably won't read this on the net, or hear it
on the news so I am going to tell you.
Officer Involved Biting,
Two officers were called out to house for a domestic call
about 9:30 pm. When they got there the officers found a
woman that looked like she was slapped around a few times
and a intoxicated man, who the woman said was her husband
and he was upset with her because he ran out of beer for
the celebration. When she took the keys to the car away
from him he slapped her. After several slaps, someone
called the police.
Here’s the funny part.
While one of the officers was trying to arrest the man
when he became violent and dropped to the ground so the
officer could not put his hands behind his back. The one
officer rolled the man over to arrest him when the man
yelled out. Their ten year old son, who the officers did
not see, came out of nowhere and bite the one officer on
the back of the legs, causing him to scream out in pain
letting the husband go. As the husband tried to get to
his feet, the other officer arrested him as he tried not
to laugh at his partner who now contained a ten year old
boy by the back of the shirt like a naughty puppy. EMT's
were called out now.
The man was arrested for public drunkenness, battery, and
a few other things and spent 24 hours behind bars to sober
up and then go before the judge if the wife decided to
press charges.
The boy was taken into custody where he promptly started
to cry saying he was sorry but he thought his dad was in
danger. The boy was release into the custody of his mom
who told him he was in deep trouble, and he was lucky the
officer did not put him in the pen along with his dad.
The officer was treated at the scene and then taken to
the local hospital to see if he needed stitches (no) and
then sent home for two weeks (so infection will not set
in) to be spoiled by his loving but laughing his ass off
life partner to be taken care of.
He now sits on the sofa with his leg up eating a hot ham
sandwich shaking his head at me while I type this.
You two have a good New Years and stay safe on the streets.
Oh yeah ask Dillon if he can find out how to get glue and
sparkles out of hair without cutting it off, I tried hot
water and shampoo but it just matted it together. Bye S
I had to laugh it was just so funny I could imagine this
all going through my mind.
"We'll have to send him a get well gift," I told Gary as
he came back into the room handing me hot apple cider.
"Already thought of it," Gary said as he took the seat
back from me. "We are going to get those pads the police
put on their horses shins to keep from kicking themselves
when they run." Gary said as I took a drink of hot cider
and end up spraying it on the side of Gary's head.
"Sorry," I told him as I handed him the towel that was
still wet from my shower.
The End
Author's notes: The letter Sam wrote is a true story. I
just changed the names of the people involved to fit with
my characters. I do have permission from the "Sam" to use
this.
Carol</pre>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-43814931656960287222013-09-04T11:35:00.002-07:002013-09-04T11:35:58.283-07:00Accident<pre>This story is unbetaed so forgive me for the mistake, and I hope it
all makes since. Thanks. (All mistake belong to me)I know the title
sucks. Enjoy I hope.
Sorry no spanking in this one, just some well place swats.
************
David and I were just pulling out of the local parking lot when
Tigger's voice came out of my pocket, rolling my eyes; I pulled over
and dug out my cell "Shut up" I told David as I flip my cell phone
open. "Hello my sweet thing," I Answered.
"Is this Gary?" A strange woman voice asked. I could feel my face
burn red.
"Yes," I told her.
"Hi, um, well your friend Dillon asked me to call, umm, it seems he
and I had a little accident, but ummm he won't let me call for
emergency help cause, ummm he said you'd know what to do." She told
me.
At the word accident, my heart stopped. "Is he alright," I asked my
hands started to shake, my mouth went dry, and I thought I was going
to throw up. I must of turn white cause the next thing I knew.
"What is it, is everything alright?" David asked from the passenger
seat. I waved him off.
"Well he says he is but," then I heard Dillon voice in the back
ground. "No don't tell him now." "Do you want to talk to him," She
asks I started to say yes," but then I heard Dillon "No not now,
just tell him where we are at, so can come and get me." Dillon told
her. "Oh sorry," She said
When she finally told me where she was at, we were on our way, I
called into dispatch telling them what we were doing and where we
were going. David was asking question I could not answer. I finally
had to tell him to shut up.
"Just look for a powder pink BMW sport car." I told him when we
pulled into the parking lot,
"There, over there," David said pointing to the direction of young
woman and a small crowed of people the young woman was doing
cheerleader moves to catch out attention. I didn't see Dillon.
Once we stop, I was out in flash. The young woman steps back and
pointed to the side of her car, as she got out of our way. I saw
Dillon laid out on the ground cover with two pink throw blankets.
His head resting on a fuzzy pink pet pillow and pink towel that had
Miss Priss embroidered across the bottom towel. Dillon held the
towel that was now turning dark pink being against his
forehead. "Hey. How are you doing?" I asked leaning over him to get
a better look the whole time I was checking him out to make sure, he
was still in one piece, and he was, thank God.
"I got blood on your new shirt." He told me.
"That's ok I can get it out." I told him wonder what he was talking
about.
"Hey kiddo, you look good in pink" David told Dillon as he was
patting his leg for injuries. Dillon just growled at him and raised
his finger to him.
"Dillon" I snapped, he just gave me a sly grin.
David did the assessment on Dillon for the simple reason Dillon
would not let go of my hand and being we lived together I was not
allowed to. I relayed the information he gave me to the hospital.
Then we heard something coming through the parking lot not even
bothering to slow down over the speed bump we could hear a crash and
bangs, I glanced up to see a white ford pickup coming our way, it
stops just behind our truck, and I saw a bear of a woman come around
the truck. "Oh god," she said when she saw Dillon on the
ground. "Sue, are you alright," she asked coming over to the young
woman and wrapping her arms around her.
"Yeah I'm fine; it's him that is hurt." She said pointing to Dillon.
"What the hell happen," The woman yelled out. The young girl jumped,
as and so did David and Dillon, I bite the inside of my check to
keep from laughing, all brats are alike when a Top yell they jump.
However, once the woman asked it only took the young lady a few
minutes to tell us what had happened it seams. she was trying to
plug in her dead cell phone and had to look down to find the phone
when it slipped out of her hand and landed and fell on to the
passengers floor board instead of stopping she just looked away for
a minute when she heard a thud, she slammed on the brakes and Dillon
fell to the ground. I looked back to where she was pointing and
sure enough Dillon bike was laying in the road almost folded in
half. "And that's way I had to call you on his cell phone cause mine
was dead." Were her last words before the woman pointed to the car
and said one word "sit" the girl did just that.
"Gary, are you alright?" David asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," I told him I had to shake me head to get the image
of Dillon ran over out of my mind.
The next thing we knew an officer approaching, and then we heard
and ambulance off in the background Dillon just groaned at me. "That
is why I wanted her to call you. I don't need all this, and I didn't
want the police involved." He told me.
"Your going to have to have a few stitches to close that cut up,
love" I told him taping gaze to his forehead.
"Can't you just do it at home?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Dillon you were hit by a car your head hit a
windshield so you need to go to the hospital to make sure you don't
have any broken ribs or internal bleeding alright" he rolled his
eyes at me. "So call me a worry wart." I told him he gave me on of
his smiles, which made me feel better. I knew he was going to be
alright, but I wanted a second opine.
After the officer got the same story we did he let us go. It took
another few minutes to get the ok to load Dillon into the ambulance,
and we were on our way. I of course rode with Dillon.
Once at the hospital David phone in to get our lunch break approved
which it was granted. We stayed at the hospital, so I could stay
with him. After a MRI Dillon was told what we already knew he was
fine and could go home. The doctor also told him to rest for at
least 24 hours. Then he looked over at me with a smile "No rough
housing or any physical excursion" He started to leave when he turns
around and said "Your helmet kept you from having severe head
trauma, but since it had been in accident you need to replace it."
He said and then walk out so Dillon could get dressed. That was one
thing, he was constantly in trouble over was not wearing his helmet.
His first spanking was over it
and it took a few more and one serve paddling to get him to remember
it and a threat of a blistering if he did it again.
I called Allen to find out if he could come and get Dillon from the
hospital and to take him home for me. He told me yes he be there in
a few. Once I got Dillon settled into Allen car I gave him a kiss to
his stitches. I waved as they drove off.
"You drive," I told David.
"You alright?" he asked when we got in.
"Yeah," I told him I lied, and he knew it. He radioed in and said we
where heading back to the bay. I gave him a look usually it was up
to me to decide if we were heading back or not.
Once there he pushed me toward the captain office, knocked once, and
we walked in the captain as setting at his desk and we came in he
came over to me and asked how Dillon was. David left us alone.
The Captain pointed to his sofa, I sat then broke down into tears.
It was devastating to see Dillon hurt but to see his bike crushed it
just all come together it could have been worse than what it was,.
Dillon got to go home, and I get to go home to him, I can hold him
in my arms tonight kiss his forehead and hold him all night. Instead
of calling his family and friends to tell him Dillon was killed in
an accident. I let out a breath and stood up "I need to get back to
work" I informed the Captain.
"You need to go home," He told me, I tried to protest, but he opens
the door, "David, take Gary home," He ordered.
"I have my car, I'll be fine." I told him as I patted his shoulder
as he did mine, and I headed out to the locker room, changed into my
street clothes, clocked out then headed home to the one I love.
One my way home I made a few stop one by the video store, another
was to get ice-cream from Baskin Robbins. As I pulled up into the
complex I notice Allen car parked in one of the visitor's parking
spots. I just smiled I knew he would not just drop Dillon off and
leave him home alone, and I also knew Dillon was not going to be
happy camper about him staying. Another thing I saw was Dillon bike
the only thing it was good for was scrap.
"I don't need a baby sitter, I heard Dillon say as he lay on the
sofa.
"I'm brat-sitting. " Allen told him from the kitchen. "Not baby
sitting, there is a difference"
"Go home," Dillon demanded.
"He doesn't have to," I told him from the door. Dillon turned around
and looked at me all wide eyed then a sly grin crossed his
face. "Long enough to hear you" I told him.
Allen came over and relieved me of my stuff. I bent down giving
Dillon a kiss to bandage on his forehead. "How are you doing?" I
asked him as he sat up to give me room to sit. No sooner than I sat
down my lap was full of Dillon,
"I'm fine," Dillon told me wrapping his arms around my necked and
snuggled closer to me. "Tell him to go home." Dillon whined at me.
I gave him a light smack on his bear thigh. "Be nice." I ordered.
Dillon just huffed and laid his head on my shoulder.
"I put a roast in the oven it's on a low heat so it should be done
around five thirty, six. I gave him a pain pill about fifteen
minutes ago. Now that you are home he seams to be happy. So I will
go, and let you take care of your little brat now." Allen said
bending over giving us both a hug at the same time. "I'll let myself
out I'll lock the door as I go out," He told us as he headed toward
the door, "If you need tomorrow I'll be home." With that said I
heard the door closed.
"So when do I get ice cream?" Dillon asked me.
"After dinner," I told him giving him a nip to the neck he
jumps. "Do you know how much I love you?" I asked him.
"No, show me." Dillon said with a wicked grin.
"I can't you have a head injury," I told him. I finally got wiggled
around to where both of us was laid out on the sofa, Dillon laying
half on top of me with his back to the back of the sofa and his head
on my chest, I could gently run figure eights on his hip. Before
long I could hear his soft snores, and the smacking of his lips as
he slept. Closing my eyes I shuttered to think I could of lost him
today.
The next thing I heard was the timer going off on the oven telling
me dinner was done. It was during dinner when Dillon actually spoke
about the accident.
"It was my fault." He told me while he put a fork full of smashed
potatoes into his mouth.
"What was," I asked him.
"That I got hit by the car." He told me.
"How's it your fault?" I asked
"I was trying to get to the bus stop, and I went through the tunnel
I didn't stop at that stop sign at the tunnel exit." He whispered to
his plate. I drop my fork. Bikes are not suppose to go through the
tunnels "If I would of stopped at the sign she would not of hit me,"
He said his voice was a little odd I could tell he was trying not to
start bawling.
"Come mere, love." I told him. Dillon was up and in my lap before I
could get the chair pushed back far enough from the table. His arms
were wrapped around my neck so tight I, though he was going to cut
off my breathing. "It's alright your fine, alive and just a little
bump" I told him. I could feel his head shake no, and then he
mumbled something. I pushed him back so I could look at him. "Look
at me" I ordered it took him a few minutes to make eye contact. "Did
you just tell me you did not have it on properly?" I asked he
nodded; I swatted his hip hard he jumped. "We've talked about this
before." I told him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Let
finished dinner, and we will talk afterwards." I told him, he only
nodded and went back to his seat.
When we finally got the dinner done with and thing cleaned up and
put away. Dillon and I both sat on the sofa, facing each other. I
didn't have to say anything Dillon laid it all out. He said that
since he was in a hurry to catch the bus and the stop was not that
far from the mall he didn't fasten his helmet so when he got hit the
helmet flew off. Once he was finished he looked up at me eyes red,
swollen and wet, I handed him some tissue, so he could blow his nose
and wipe his eyes. "Are you going to blister me?" He asked.
"Not with a head injury," I told him, but I had to think of another
way to punish him, so he knew I meant business. "Go to your corner,"
I told him. He let out a ragged breath but got up and went to stand
in his little area of the room. "Don't kick the wall, pick the
paint, or turn around." I ordered as I got up. I went into the
kitchen and found something to drink.
I can't ground him cause, he has to travel for his work, I just
shook my head how was I going to punish him for this with out it
being physical. I picked up my cell phone and went into the bed
room.
I headed back to the front room and turn on Dillon's computer once
it was loaded, and I found what I was looking for. "Ok love, turn
around and have a seat." I told him as I pulled his chair back, he
sat, I pushed his chair toward the computer "I want you to look at
this site, it is not going to be nice, there is a lot of bloody and
gory, but I have my reasons" I told him. I found a site that I was
told about a while ago where there are pictures of Bicycles,
motorcycles vs. vehicles accidents, "The next 30 minutes you are to
surf through this site and take notes. Then after the time is up you
are going to write an essay about why you should obey bicycles
safety rules." I told him. He looked up at me, I could tell he was
not a happy camper, but he didn't say anything he let out a sigh
turned his eyes to the screen and slid down into his chair. I sat on
the sofa a read my book.
"Here," Dillon told me as he handed me a few papers. I took
them "Take a shower to then we'll have ice cream" I told him. He
left and I glanced at the essay the first sentence was "This is the
grosses thing you have ever had me do as a punishment." After I
read the essay I got up and went to the filing cabinet found his
file and slid the essay into it. "Why do you save those," Dillon
asked from the bathroom door.
"Incase you need them for reference," I told him as I turn around,
he was standing naked. His body hard from all the cycle riding he
does, his cock hung Simi-hard to his left side nestled it in a fine
patch of blondish red hair, his balls hung low and full. Dillon
right hand came down and scratches his pubic area where a tattoo of
a rainbow butterfly was at. The site of my lover standing like that
made me hard instantly.
"I need you to help me," He said giving me a sly grin. `Remember no
physical excursion' I told myself as I started to strip out of my
clothes. "Yeah right," I said out loud as I closed the door.
It was about two weeks later that Dillon got a check in the mail
from the insurance company that held the policy to the young woman
that hit him, It was not all that big of a check but it was enough
to get him a new bike, The one he picked out has a motor on it so
after you got going good it would start up and you would not have to
peddle anymore. Talk about being lazy butt.
</pre>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-76240785601022947742013-09-04T11:11:00.001-07:002013-09-04T11:11:20.810-07:00Summer Storms<pre>Warning: All mistakes are mine please forgive me for the errors.
</pre>
<pre>The thunder rumbled loudly as the lighting lit up the dark sky. Summer storms
are a normal thing for our state. I jumped when the thunder clapped and the
lighting lit up the sky again, the lights flickered off then on. </pre>
<pre>
</pre>
<pre>I hate storms,always have, always will. I felt arms around my waist. I was pulled back into a strong loving hold. I felt his body rock this way and back taking me with him.
"There there my love, I'll protect you from the big bad storm." Dillon said as
his soft lips touched my cheek.
</pre>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-57063970508182666862013-09-04T10:47:00.001-07:002013-09-04T10:48:53.378-07:00Leather<pre> "What's this?" Dillon asked, holding something. </pre>
<pre></pre>
<pre>I stopped what I was doing to look at it.
"It's the leather apron that my great-grand dad used when he made horse shoes,or when he shod a horse."
"What about this?" he asked. </pre>
<pre></pre>
<pre>`How am I supposed to box stuff for an antique sale if he keeps stopping me?' I </pre>
<pre>thought, as I looked up, puzzled at what he held.
"A harness, I think," I told him, going over toward him for a better look.
"Too small," he said, as he examined it at eye level. </pre>
<pre></pre>
<pre>I took it from him, and turned it this way and that way. It's made of soft calf </pre>
<pre>leather . . . one long strip, with three small strips . . . one on each end and </pre>
<pre>one in the middle;little buckles were on the end of them, with fine delicate gold stitching and the word MINE stamped on the main strip. </pre>
<pre>
</pre>
<pre>Dillon's gaze was on me as I glanced back at him.
</pre>
<pre></pre>
<pre>
</pre>
<pre>"Ewwwwwwwwww, gross, I'm not touching that," he stated, going back to his box.
</pre>
<pre>I smiled to myself, `Oh yes you will.' I thought, and shoved it in my pocket.
</pre>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-3464289206695598422013-09-04T10:38:00.000-07:002013-09-04T10:38:00.512-07:00Let Them Eat Pie<pre>
"What are you eating," I asked as I flopped down beside him on the sofa.
Dillon just looked at me and went to shove a spoonful into his mouth; I intercepted the spoon and shoved it into my mouth.
"Cool whip?" I said once I pulled the spoon out of my mouth and dipped it
back into the bowl for another bite. Dillon was unfazed about my action
and grabbed the spoon out of is cup and took another bite.
"Well yeah doofus you thought it was yams," He said pulling the bowl
back to him.
"Why not put it on pie," I asked as we continued to eat the white fluffy stuff.
"Don't want pie." He said
"What about the guys." I asked taking another bite.
Dillon shrugged his shoulders and pulled the spoon out of his mouth.
"Let them eat pie." Scrapping the side of the bowl.
</pre>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-28929253438882322322013-09-04T10:00:00.001-07:002013-09-04T10:00:34.841-07:00The Lesson<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"You're kidding me right?" I
asked him as I help him up off the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"No I am not kidding you," Gary said
as he stood up. He then bent over to dust off his pants. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I couldn't help it I dusted off the back of
his jeans a little harder then I was supposed to but oh it felt so good. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Hey, a little hard don't you
think?" he said standing up quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"No, you should have told me you
didn't know how, before we started," I said as he turned to face me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"You lived in California. Did you
learn to surf?" Gary asked with his arms across his chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I was doing my best not to laugh. "Yes,"
I told him, trying not to smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Gary just rolled his eyes at me and bent
down to pick up the object he fell off of. "Come on. If I'm going to learn how, we better get
started.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Umm love, do you think they make
training wheels for adults’ bikes?" I asked, dodging the swats.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-5321566994079265552013-09-02T15:02:00.001-07:002013-09-02T15:02:42.769-07:00Picnic<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"See I told you would enjoy
yourself." Gary said as I laid my head on his legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Company picnics are not my
thing" I told him. I turned my head just a little so that when I breathed
I could smell his sent, and my hot breath hit his crotch making him grow hard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">We stayed that way for a long moment then
Gary moved his legs a little. "Come on brat, let's go for a walk," he
told me as he went to get up. "Over there now," he said pointing to a
bathroom off in the distance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-80543870246729304382013-09-02T14:58:00.002-07:002013-09-02T14:58:04.386-07:00Rainbow Pride<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"It's not my fault," I heard twin
whines coming from the corners of the living room. One was my co-worker David,
and the other was my own sweet brat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Allen just shook his head and I rolled my
eyes looking at the ceiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Then whose fault is it? Both of you
rode your bikes down Main Street during the parade with your bodies painted as
a rainbow and with your goodies showing." Allen asked through clenched
teeth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I've seen him upset, but not like this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Both young men looked at each other.
"The painters fault!" they both said in unison.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-70337003985099016792013-09-02T14:50:00.004-07:002013-09-02T14:50:48.216-07:00Chillaxing<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">David, Dillon with their Tops.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Warning. All mistakes are mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"What are you doing?" David
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Chillaxing" I told him, licking
my ice-cream cone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Aren't you suppose to do that in your
room?" he asked, giving me an evil grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"To chill and to relax at the same
time is Chillaxing," I told him. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">He just shook his head and sat down next
to me in the kiddy pool. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"What are you two doing?" Allen
asked. I looked over at David.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"We're chillaxing." we both said
licking our cones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-28445881717903531962013-09-02T14:45:00.002-07:002013-09-02T14:45:46.276-07:00Flashing In The Snow<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I stood quietly in my corner. `Of course
it's my corner,' I thought as I picked at the paint. `It's not like he stands
here to think.' I let out a heavy sigh, and took a chance peeking over my
shoulder when I heard the door shut and the click of the lock. I saw an
irritated Gary, which was not good, for me at least. He bent down and unplugged
the extension cord I had running out the window and up to the roof of our
apartment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Eyes foreword. Stop picking at the
paint," Gary ordered as he walked into the kitchen. I heard the
refrigerator door open then shut, the clink of ice hitting a glass, and of
something being poured. "Awwww," Gary sighed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">`Oh God, a stiff drink. I really screwed up
at this time,' I thought laying my head on the wall. I heard Gary come back
into the living room, and the sound him sitting and pushing back on the
recliner. "Come here love," Gary called to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I didn't hesitate; I turned quickly and
went to the man I loved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Gary held out one hand to me, and patted
his lap with the other. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I sat and snuggled deep into the arms of my
lover, laying my head on his strong shoulder and toying with the button on his
shirt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Gary bent his head and kissed my forehead.
"Can you tell me why, love?" he asked, while he played with my hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"It's not like I didn't have
permission to decorate for the holidays. I asked the manager if I could put
stuff up on the roof, and he said he didn't have problem with it," I
presented my case. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">In return I got a sharp slap on the thigh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">"Okay, so I bought a Mrs. Santa that
flashes her breasts, and a Santa that moons people. It was supposed to be for
the police chopper. I didn't know people could see it from the street." I
told him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I knew I was no longer in trouble when I
felt Gary's chest shake with laughter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Happy Holidays From Gary and Dillon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-35023248085193449602011-04-08T11:15:00.001-07:002013-09-02T14:43:24.017-07:00You've Been Mooned.<br />
<br />
"David, what the hell were you thinking? I want it out of the yard now?" Allen yelled as soon as he came into the house.<br />
<br />
I didn't even get a kiss or a honey I'm home'.<br />
<br />
"What love?" I asked playing dumb.<br />
<br />
Then next thing I knew I got grabbed, spun around and laid over a bent knee a serious of stinging swats got laid across my jogging pants cover backside.<br />
<br />
"Don't play dumb with me, little man." he said as his finger grabbed my waistband. "Or do you need?" he asked.<br />
<br />
"No," I said covering my butt with my hands. "One mooning scarecrow coming down." I told him. <br />
<br />
Happy Fall from Allen and David.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-34119979769203711392010-09-30T14:09:00.000-07:002010-09-30T14:09:13.350-07:00A Wildwood RoseTitle: A Wildwood Rose<br />
Characters: Dillon and Gary<br />
Authors: Gary with a little help from Carol<br />
Author's Note: Inspired by Steve Walker's The Message<br />
No warning all mistakes are mine.<br />
<br />
I saw him as soon as I entered the apartment. He was sitting on the floor; I heard him sniff and then saw his body shaking with small trimmers from crying. At first I thought he was hurt, and I moved beside him instantly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. <br />
<br />
"I miss them so much," he told me. He placed his head on my shoulder, and grasped me tightly as before he broke down into deep sobs. <br />
<br />
"It's alright love, I have you." I pulled him closer. A shoe of cards and letters was sitting at his feet, and he was holding a card in his hand. I gently took it from him, and began to read it. The front cover had a simple greeting, <br />
<br />
For You <br />
<br />
A wild flower for our wild one. <br />
<br />
Love you, <br />
<br />
Mom and Dad<br />
<br />
Pasted just below his parents' signature was a dried lavender wildwood rose. <br />
<br />
There were no words I could offer to make it better, so I just held him tight. I kissed the top of his head and felt a single tear slip down my cheek.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-67708678864078141402010-09-30T14:06:00.001-07:002013-09-02T15:16:36.723-07:00Bath Time<br />
Warning: None, except all mistakes are mine. Sorry for the spelling and grammar errors.<br />
<br />
<br />
"What are you doing?" I asked him. I laughed when I saw the love of my life sitting in the tub. The water was up to his chest and all over the floor. He was making battle noises as he sank a ship under the water.<br />
<br />
"Playing," Dillon said with a nasty little grin. "Wanta play with my submarine?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows at me.<br />
<br />
'God I love bath time,' I thought as I removed my clothes.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-74419259778038563482010-07-04T14:03:00.001-07:002013-09-04T11:49:13.950-07:00Do You Want To Know?<span xmlns=""></span><br />
<span xmlns="">When we arrived at the scene of the accident, I saw by-standers picking up CD cases and papers. There were two bicycles lying on top of each other in the bike lane, and there was a car parked on the sidewalk, just inches from a building, and a woman crying hysterically. I looked over at the officer beside the young woman, and he pointed toward his left. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">I looked over to where the officer was pointing, my heart stopped. There on the sidewalk was my accident-prone brat, sitting with blood all over his shirt, shorts, and a trail of blood running down his leg. He was trying to comfort another person laying on his/her back, with an arm over his or her eyes. Dillon was holding pressure on the person's forehead. David and I both headed over. I, of course, wanted to help my brat, but knowing the rules in such an incident like this, David went to Dillon's side, and I went to the other person.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"It wasn't my fault," was the first thing Dillon said when he saw us. David started to check where all the blood was coming from, but got stopped. "It's not mine; it's hers," Dillon told us.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">Then he turned to me, and gave me a smile. I noticed that she had a folded towel around her neck, and tape to secure it into place. "We were both in the bike lane. I was just a few seconds behind her, when that car...," he pointed to the one on the sidewalk, "came around the corner into our lane. She got hit head-on and went over the hood, and landed there. I was unable to stop, and followed her up and over, landing almost on top of her. Yes, she had a helmet on. I took it off because of the blood, but not before I secured her neck. She has a laceration on the forehead, above her left eye; I've been applying pressure, but it's not stopping. Her left ankle hurts, and I'm not sure, but I think it might be broken, 'cause of the way it's laying. She's coherent, but a little shaky. She is also a diabetic; her medical information is there." He pointed to a folder lying on her chest. "Her name is Catherine, but they call her Kit. She's new here; she works for Johnson Carrier. I've already called, and told them she's been in an accident, and then I called her emergency contact; he will be here soon.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">I was proud of my boy; he actually listened to what I have been trying to teach him in case of an emergency. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Oh, yeah, she may be pregnant, and she's 26," he told us. David and I just looked at each other. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Ok, now what about you?" David asked him, as I attended to Kit.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"I'm fine," Dillon told him.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"No, he's not," Kit told us.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Kit, you're hurt worse; let them check you out," Dillon said.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">I just looked over at my boy with the 'start-talking' look, and I saw David swallow. "Dillon talk," David told him.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">He gave us a sly grin. "Male, 25, healthy, has been in a vehicle vs. bicycle accident; just shaken up; no major injuries; had slightly bloody nose, and a small cut on the right knee." Yeah, his slight cut later took six stitches.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"He hit his head on the sidewalk," Kit told us. About that time, we heard the sirens of the ambulance coming. With that new information, David made Dillon look at him, checking his eyes, and stuff. Kit laughed when David had Dillon follow his finger, and Dillon stuck out his tongue in the opposite direction as his eyes went. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Dillon!" I warned him.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Sorry," he mumbled, and did the rest of the test as he was supposed to. I called for another ambulance. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"I don't need one," he told me. "Ok, fine," he said, when I just looked at him. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">One of the officers came over and told Dillon and Kit that the bikes could be picked up at the police impoundment yard, at no charge. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">Just as they got Kit loaded into the ambulance, an older man came running up to it, yelling her name. I stopped him, and assured him that she was going to be fine, and that he could meet her at the hospital. Since there was no other ambulance available, Dillon was riding shotgun with us.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">One of the by-standers, who picked up the stuff, came over and gave Dillon both packs, both crammed with papers and CD's. "Sorry; not sure what belongs to whom," he told him.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"I'll figure it out," Dillon said, as he climbed into the passenger side of the ambulance. "Thank you so much for your help," he told the guy.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">Dillon went through the ER entrances with Kit; I stayed with him as long as possible, but, I soon had to go to another emergency. Before I left him in the hands of the ER doctor, I told Dillon to call me when he got released, and I would find him a way home. Dillon gave me a kiss good bye, then sat on the gurney, waiting his turn, and started going through the packs to find out what belonged to him, and what belonged to Kit.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">A few hours passed, when I got a call from Dillon, telling me he got a ride with Kit's friend, and, since he was going to pick up her bike, he was taking him over to claim his. I started to tell him 'no', that I would have Allen pick him up, but he then told me not to worry; he'd be fine.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">I got home around a quarter to six; I was bone-tired, but I knew my boy needed me more than normal tonight. When I walked into the apartment, he met me with a smile and a big hug.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">One thing about living in an area where they treat you like family was when the news got out that Dillon was in an accident, not only were they concerned about him, they fed us. So when I got home, we had more food than we knew what to do with. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">After we ate, and I had my shower, I went over to Dillon, who was going through his pack, and pulled him over to 'our' chair. "I'm getting spanked, huh?" he asked me, looking through his bangs, while I pulled him down onto my lap.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Why should you be?" I asked him.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Following to close, not paying attention, listening to my MP3 player instead of the traffic," he told me. "I am, aren't I?" he asked, when I didn't respond to his question.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"No, you did nothing wrong," I told him. He looked as if he didn't believe me. We sat there for a while; I just held him, knowing today could have been worse. "How's kit?" I finally asked. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"She's ok, she didn't lose the baby" he said, more or less looking down to his legs. We sat in silence for a while, when Dillon turned to straddle my lap. He then started to play with my chain that I wear. "We've been together for, what...almost four years?" I nodded 'yes'. "And, umm, according to Greg, umm, do you know, umm, if anything happens to you, umm, like at work, or, umm, an accident, umm, if I have any say so over you? Umm, and no matter what I decide, your family can over-rule me?" he said. "And you over me, even though my family don't care," he said, looking at me. "I was not too sure who Greg was, but I figured he had to be Kit's emergency contact." </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Dillon, what are you trying to say?" I asked him. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Umm, well, do you want to you know?" he asked. I was totally lost. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Do you want us to do the 'power of attorney' thing?" I asked him; he didn't say anything. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Greg says he can do it for free, since I took care of Kit when she was hurt, and all," Dillon told me.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">I put my hand under his chin, and made him look at me. "Baby, do what for free?" I asked him.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"You know, that thing that couples do," he told me. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">I started to feel a headache coming on. "Sweetheart, I usually can come to grasp with what you are saying when you don't make sense, but right now I am totally lost," I finally told him.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">I could see him take a deep breath, his cheeks turning a little pink. "Do you want to be my husband?" he finally asked. I was shocked to no end; I just sat there. "Oh, no," Dillon whispered. I could see tears make their way down his cheeks. I grabbed his hand, when he started to make a fast get-a-way, and pulled him to me, and kissed him for a long time. When I finally let him go, he gave me a smile. "Does that mean 'yes'?" he asked me.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Yes, it means 'yes'. I would love to become your husband," I told him. </span><br />
<span xmlns="">"Cool, 'cause I would love to become your husband, also," he said with a smile. The tears still fell freely, but this time they were tears of joy, not sadness. I just held him tight in my arms. "We probably still have to do that power thing," he said, looking up at me. His thumbs brushed my cheeks. "Why are you crying?" he asked me, when he realized that my face was as wet as his.</span><br />
<span xmlns="">"I'm not; I'm just happy," I told him. "These are tears of joy."</span><br />
<span xmlns=""><br /> </span><br />
<span xmlns="">TBC.</span><br />
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-84892856528593031222010-06-28T16:05:00.000-07:002010-06-28T16:05:16.721-07:00It’s wasn’t my fault“It wasn’t my fault.” Dillon said as he pushed passed me wrapped only in an emergency blanket. I turn to see a cop and our Apartment manger standing in the open door. They were trying not to laugh.<br />
<br />
“How was I supposed to know a helicopter would go over head and blow my stuff off the roof so the people on the freeway could see me sunbathing behind the A/C units?” Dillon yelled from the bedroom,” I got a mental image of what he just described. “Not funny.” Dillon yelled as the three of us busted up laughing.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-57798710226769063862010-06-28T15:56:00.000-07:002010-06-28T15:56:52.335-07:00Locked Out.Allen and David are Gary and Dillon friends This is a true story, This actually happen to me and a couple staying with us. I just change some stuff and I added a few things, I was the one who had to confront the cops at the door, when my friends half naked boyfriend was found in <br />
the front yard. At the time I was upset now I just think it funny. I hope you all enjoy this. There is no warning..<br />
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***********************************************<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I OPENED THE DOOR TO FIND MY YOUNG LOVER DRIPPING WET, IN <br />
HIS UNDERWEAR AND SOCKS, WITH TWO POLICE OFFICERS STANDING<br />
BEHIND HIM. DAVID STOOD WITH HIS HANDS IN FRONT OF HIMSELF,<br />
COVERING HIS PRIVATES, LOOKING ABOUT TEN INSTEAD OF <br />
TWENTY-FIVE. I STOOD BACK AND LET HIM IN, AND I ASSURED THE<br />
POLICE THAT DAVID DID LIVE HERE, AND HE WAS NO THREAT TO <br />
THE NEIGHBORS. THE DOOR SHUT SOFTLY BEHIND US. <br />
BEFORE I COULD EVEN OPEN MY MOUTH TO ASK.<br />
<br />
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT," DAVID YELLED, AS HE STOMPED PAST ME <br />
INTO THE KITCHEN, I WATCHED AS HE SLIPPED AND SLIDE ACROSS<br />
THE NEW LINOLEUM FLOOR. THAT IS WHEN I SAW KEVIN STANDING<br />
ALSO IN HIS UNDERWEAR, TRYING TO GET HIS CAT DINGBAT TO <br />
JUMP UP AND UNLOCK THE SLIDING GLASS DOOR; THE CAT JUST SAT<br />
THERE LIKE `AND YOU CALL ME A DINGBAT'.<br />
<br />
"THEN WHOSE FAULT IS IT?" I HAD TO ASK, WONDERING HOW HE <br />
WAS GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS. I JUST LOOKED OVER AT KEVIN, WHO<br />
NOW LAY ON THE SOFA WITH HIS CAT LAYING ON HIS CHEST; HE <br />
LOOKED MORE EMBARRASSED THEN ANYTHING. <br />
<br />
I JUST JERKED MY HEAD TOWARD MY LOVER, WHEN I HEARD, <br />
"YOUR'S," DAVID TOLD ME, AS HE GRABBED A TOWEL FROM THE HALL.<br />
I HEARD A "YEAH" FROM THE SOFA. I JUST POINTED A FINGER AT <br />
KEVIN; HE JUST PULLED THE SHEET UP, AND OVER HIS HEAD. ALL I <br />
SAW WAS THE TOP OF HIS HAIR AND HIS EYES STICKING OUT FROM <br />
UNDER IT. IT IS A GOOD THING TO HAVE YOUR BRAT'S YOUNGER <br />
BROTHER SCARED OF YOU.<br />
<br />
"HOW IN GOD'S GREEN UNIVERSE IS IT MY FAULT?" I JUST HAD TO <br />
ASK. DAVID SPUN AROUND AND JUST GLARED AT ME; HE WAS TOTALLY <br />
PISSED. "IF YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE SLIDING DOOR LOCK FIXED,<br />
LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD A WEEK AGO, WE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN <br />
LOCKED OUTSIDE HALF-NAKED, WHEN HE SHUT THE DOOR SO DINGBAT <br />
COULD NOT FOLLOW US OUT, WHICH CAUSED ME TO HAVE TO JUMP THE <br />
SIDE FENCE TO GET TO THE FRONT DOOR, SO I COULD WAKE YOU. IN <br />
ADDITION, IF YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT SETTING THE TIMER <br />
ON THE SPRINKLERS, THEY WOULD NOT HAVE COME ON, AND I WOULD <br />
HAVE NOT GOTTEN WET. THEREFORE, WHEN THE POLICE THAT WERE ON <br />
PATROL WOULD NOT HAVE SEEN ALL OF ME," HE SAID, AS HE POINTED <br />
TO HIS WAIST; YEAH YOU COULD SEE ALL OF HIM THROUGH HIS WET, <br />
WHITE BRIEFS. HE HUFFED AT ME, LOOKING AT HIM WITH A SMILE. <br />
THEN HE WRAPPED A TOWEL AROUND HIMSELF. "THINKING I WAS A <br />
PERVERT, OR SOMETHING AWFUL." HE SHIVERED, NOT FROM BEING WET. <br />
I THINK IT WAS JUST THE THOUGHT THAT WENT THROUGH HIS MIND AT <br />
THE TIME. "SINCE YOU DIDN'T HEAR THE DOORBELL, WHICH IS BROKEN, <br />
THE LADY OFFICER BANGED ON THE WIDOW TO WAKE YOU. SO THIS IS <br />
ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!" HE SAID, WITH A STOMP OF HIS FOR AND <br />
WAVING HIS ARMS AROUND LIKE A LUNATIC. <br />
<br />
"WHY WERE YOU UP ANYWAY?" I ASKED HIM.<br />
<br />
"I COULDN'T SLEEP, SO I CAME DOWN TO WATCH A MOVIE, AND I WOKE <br />
UP KEVIN," HE TOLD ME. <br />
<br />
"ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE OUT OF BED BEFORE SIX?" I ASKED HIM; <br />
HE JUST LOOKED AT HIS FEET. "ARE YOU?" I ASKED AGAIN.<br />
<br />
"NO, SIR." HE WHISPERED. <br />
<br />
"WHY DID YOU GO OUTSIDE ANYWAY?" I ASKED HIM.<br />
<br />
I SAW DAVID'S EYES MOVE TOWARD KEVIN, WHO JUST COVERED UP HIS <br />
HEAD. "KEVIN WANTED ONE LAST SMOKE BEFORE HE WENT TO BED," <br />
DAVID SAID. <br />
<br />
"LET ME SEE IF I CAN SUM THIS ALL UP. YOU WERE UP WHEN YOU <br />
WERE SUPPOSE TO BE IN BED; WENT OUTSIDE HALF NAKED, TO BE WITH <br />
YOUR BROTHER FOR ONE LAST SMOKE, WHICH I DO NOT APPROVE OF AT <br />
ALL, AND YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AROUND IT," I SAID; <br />
<br />
HE STILL LOOKED AT HIS FEET. "SO THE SUMMARY IS...IF YOU HAD <br />
STAYED IN BED, KEVIN WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN WOKE UP, AND GONE <br />
OUT FOR A SMOKE; YOU WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN LOCKED OUT; YOU WOULD <br />
NOT HAD TO OF JUMP THE FENCE OR GOT WET, THE POLICE WOULD NOT <br />
HAVE SEEN ALL OF YOU. CORRECT?" I ASKED HIM.<br />
<br />
"YES, SIR," HE TOLD ME.<br />
<br />
"SO, TELL ME, MY DEAR, SWEET BRAT; WHOSE FAULTS IS THIS WHOLE <br />
MESS." DAVID LOOKED UP AT ME THROUGH HIS STILL DAMP HAIR. <br />
<br />
"KEVIN'S," DAVID TOLD ME..Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-83640638989280143712010-06-28T15:52:00.001-07:002010-06-28T15:52:15.718-07:00Brat ProofI watch Dill rub his forehead then he closed his eyes<br />
and lean back in the chair, sighing and then started<br />
closing his computer down. I could tell he had a <br />
headache coming he but he always waited for the last <br />
minute to take anything for it. Once the computer was<br />
off he got up and headed toward the bathroom. After a <br />
few minutes I heard him. "Stupid, damn thing," then I <br />
heard banging.<br />
<br />
"Gaaaaaaary" He whined as he came out of the bathroom.<br />
<br />
"What's the matter love," I asked as he climbed on my <br />
lap tucking his head under my chin.<br />
<br />
"Won't open" He told me handing onto the bottle of <br />
Tylenol Plus Pain.<br />
<br />
I reached over lined up the two arrows "That's because<br />
it's brat proof," I said as I popped off the top with <br />
ease.<br />
<br />
"That's not funny" he told me giving me a light punch <br />
in the shoulder.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-84656350805704856662010-06-28T15:49:00.000-07:002010-06-28T15:49:03.042-07:00Valentine Day Aftermath"Dillon, would you like to explain why there is a hole in our kitchen wall?" Gary asked, as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen<br />
<br />
"What hole?" I asked, trying to act innocent.<br />
<br />
"Do not play me for a fool, young man. Explain to me why there is a hole in the kitchen wall!" he almost shouted at me as he stood pointing at the wall, for some reason I hadn't noticed that he had started clearing the decorations from the kitchen, but, then, it's been two days.<br />
<br />
I still tried to act as if I hadn't known about it, and I gave him a surprised look, and went over to where the hole was, and looked at it. "You'd better tell the landlord we've got termites," I told him. Before I knew it, I was facing the kitchen corner, with a handprint across both cheeks.<br />
<br />
"Alright, Brat! Stand there until you are ready to tell me how that hole got there!" he said, as he left me standing there. I could hear him mumbling stuff to himself, as he cleaned up the room. "Termites, my aunt fanny! I can't believe this; eyes forward, young man!" He said `young man;' he's only a few years older than me, I thought, as I focused my eyes on the Navaho tan paint. He went past me, into the living room, and I heard him piddling around, doing this and that.<br />
<br />
"Gaaaaaaary, " I whined at him, after an hour (ok, five minutes). I hated standing in the corner. <br />
<br />
"Are you ready to talk?" he asked; I only nodded. I knew this was not going to end well; he hated it when I throw temper fits, as he calls them. He came over and led me to the chair in the living room. As he sat down, he pulled me down onto his lap. I snuggled close to him, with one arm around his neck, playing with the little curl at the nap of his neck, and picking at the hem of his t-shirt with the other hand.. "Talk or go stand in your corner," he told me.<br />
<br />
"It was your fault," I told him. Yep, that's it; always try to blame the top. I thought, as I looked into his eyes, he is not buying this.<br />
<br />
"How was it my fault? He asked, tapping my noise.<br />
<br />
"Because you didn't call and let me know you were going to be late," I told him, trying not to let my bottom lip quiver.<br />
<br />
"I didn't have time," he told me.<br />
<br />
"You couldn't have had David call me?" I told him. "I bet David called Allen to tell him." I was pulling at straws.<br />
<br />
"I don't know about that, but next time, I will call, or I'll have David do it," he said. I let out a deep breath, and laid my head on his shoulder, hoping he would forget about the wall. "However," Damn! He didn't, "that doesn't explain the wall," he said, turning my face to see him.<br />
<br />
"I got pissed because you were late, and I threw a can of pears at it," I told him. <br />
<br />
"I thought so," he said, as he shifted me a little. "We've talked about your little fits, and throwing things, have we not?" he asked. I only nodded. "Up; sweats down," he told me, as he helped me off his lap. I just looked at him. "Do you need help?" he asked. I shook my head this time. "You, my boy, are in for a very serious paddling," he told me, as he waited for me to lower my sweats. "Besides the tantrum, you lied to me," he said. I could feel the tears sting my eyes, as I lowered my sweats. Gary never paddled me before on the bare butt; he usually just pulled my pants tight, and went at it; but this time, I knew I was in for it. <br />
<br />
Once my sweats were down below my knees, Gary helped me lay across his lap. When he had me in position, held me down, then I felt him shift. He puts the paddle in the magazine pocket on the side of the chair, when he's going to use it. Usually, it lives in a box on the top shelf over the closet in the hall. I took a deep breath, when he laid the paddle on my ass. "Why the paddle?" he asked me. <br />
<br />
"Because I threw a temper fit, and they are not allowed," I told him. When he lifted the paddle off my butt, my hand shot back. "Move your hand," he ordered.<br />
<br />
"But why bare?" I asked; I was almost in tears. <br />
<br />
His arm came under my chest and he helped me up. Then he moved over, and I slid down between him and the arm of the chair. "Because I've paddled you before, over your pants, and it's not sinking in that `I will not allow temper fits," He told me. <br />
<br />
"But I don't want you to," I told him. I know it sounded childish, even to me; but, hell, it was my ass on the roaster.<br />
<br />
"You lost that choice, love," he told me. As his arms wrapped around me, he held me tight, and let me get used to the idea of my first paddling on the bare butt. "You ready?" He asked. I shook my head `no.' He turned a little, so that we were somewhat face-to-face, my legs were still over his legs. He gently rubbed his thumb over my cheek, to wipe away the tears that fell. <br />
<br />
I took a deep breath, and sat back. "Ready," I told him; well, I thought I was. Gary helped me across his lap again. This time he didn't wait; he just started to paddle. After the first few smacks, I gave up on being quiet, and started to let him know that it hurt. It only took a few smacks, for me to realize that he was serious, and he wanted my temper fits to come to a stop. "Gary, stop please! I'm sorry!" I yelled, after each smack; but he didn't. This lesson was going to be learned, even if he had to burn it into my butt. I did my best to get my ass out of the way, but he just pulled me closer to him.<br />
<br />
I finally gave up on him stopping, and went limp over his lap. I felt his one leg go up a bit, and the other one go down. The last of the swats I got was the hardest; two were on the under curve of my butt, and the last two were on my thighs. I screamed, and tried my best to crawl off his lap, when they landed. When the swats stopped falling, I didn't try to get up; I just laid there and cried. His fingers gently scratched up and down my back. When I was able to, I slid down to the floor. My weight rested on my hip; then I laid my head on his knee. I was crying so hard, I was unable to catch my breath. <br />
<br />
I felt Gary slide down to the floor with me. His arms came around me, and pulled me close to him. Then he gently pushed my head to his shoulder."Shhh, it's ok," I heard him tell me, as he rocked me. "Babe, come on, calm down; easy breath; that's it, deep breaths; let it out slow; come on, you can do it," he whispered. My body shook with each sob, as his hand gently rubbed up and down my back. But with his gentle voice along with the rubbing, I started to settle down. Now, all I did was hiccup and sniff. "Come on, don't suck snot; blow," Gary said, as he handed me tissues. I blew my nose, and then buried my face into his shoulder. "I love you; you know that, right?" he told me, and I nodded my head into his shoulder. His lips touched my cheek. "It's alright, love; we're alright," he told me. We sat there . . . I don't know how long. Gary just gently rocked me, and gave me butterfly kisses on the side of my face, then he would gently rub the side of my face, or gently rub my head; his hands never went to my ass to rub it. I let out a deep sigh.<br />
<br />
I got a kiss to the nose. "Better?" he asked; I nodded. "Up; my legs are asleep," he said, as he pushed me a little. It took me a few minutes to stand, and then I helped him up off the floor. "Go wash your face, love," he told me. I did, and it felt good to have a warm washcloth over my face. I tried to sit on the pot, but jumped up! It's not going to happen to soon, I thought, as I leaned against the sink. I tilted my head back, and laid the washcloth over my eyes. I just stayed there for a minute. When my eyes were no longer felt puffy, I headed back into the kitchen to help finish cleaning up the decorations. <br />
<br />
"Oh, Gary! No, please no! I won't lie anymore!" I whined, when I saw him standing with his little brown bottle and a spoon. I opened my mouth, when his eyebrows went up. That stuff was the nastiest stuff I ever tasted. No wonder he never swears or lies; his mom had an antidote that worked better than any my mom tried. I stood there for five minute with that shit in my mouth. Gary watched the clock, and when it was exactly five minutes, he let me spit it out; but I could not rinse. I even tried to scrape the stuff off my tongue with my teeth, but it did no good; I could still taste it. <br />
<br />
I saw Gary shaking his head. "You, my boy, have a week to fix it, and it comes out of your money," he said; I just looked at him. "Problem?" He asked. I just shook my head. I have seen my dad fix holes in walls before; it could not be that much trouble. I can go by the construction site, and see if I can get a scrap piece of sheetrock. <br />
<br />
After Gary went back to work, I tried to fix the hole, but it was a pain, since the hole was between the studs. I had to replace a section of sheetrock. I got pissed, and grabbed the first thing I could lay my hand on I spun around, but when my butt hit the table, I gasped, and put the saltshaker down. `Maybe the lesson was learned,' I thought. I gave up, and asked one of the guys that live in the complex if he had a friend he could get a hold of to help me, and for fifty bucks the hole got fixed. When I told Gary I was going to have to repaint the whole wall to get it to match, he decided to repaint the entire kitchen, which we did together on his next day off; he paid for the paint.<br />
<br />
Note to other Brats: If you are going to throw something in a fit of temper, make sure the thing you throw will break and not what it hits.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-15012229864346016892010-06-28T15:45:00.001-07:002010-06-28T15:45:55.660-07:00A Valentine Story (told by Dillon)A valentines’ story told by Dillon<br />
Carol<br />
Gary and Dillon.<br />
<br />
I had everything planned out to the minute; as soon as he walks in, I will hand him his after-work drink, and a kiss. Then I will take him by the hand, and serve him a nice dinner, then for dessert Champagne cake. Then, after dinner, I will give him my gift, which is not very much, but it is from the heart. Then I’ll take him to the bathroom, help him strip out of his uniform, and we’ll soak in a rose petal warm bath. After we dry off, then I‘ll take him to the bedroom and give him a full body, hot oil massage. After that, if he is not asleep, hopefully we will make out for an hour or so, and then fall sleep in each other’s arms. <br />
<br />
I even had the kitchen decked out in streamers of pink and red, with Happy Valentine’s Day written in on them. I had those cupid cutouts on the cabinet’s doors. In addition, I even found Gary’s grandmothers old cake dish; if I remember right, his grandfather gave it to Gary’s grandmother on their first Valentines, so the lop-sided cake would look good. I think that’s the story he told me. Since I was not a drinker, I had a bottle of that Martineli Cider chilling in an old Easter bucket; well, it’s pink - I found it in the yard last year after one of the kids grew tired of it. <br />
<br />
I looked at the clock; it was now six-thirty and no sign of my Gary. I was so pissed, it was not even funny I knew he would have to drop off David, but, hell, they only live fifteen minutes from us! He should be home by now. I was getting hot! I worked my ass off all day to make our First Valentine’s Day something to remember, and he was going to miss it and I went through hell to get it right. I headed into the kitchen to put the food back into the oven; I didn’t want it to get cold; bad enough it was going to get tough. I grabbed the first thing I saw (too bad it was a can of fruit) that was sitting on the counter, and spun around, throwing it against the far wall of the kitchen. It hit hard, and stuck into the sheetrock. I shook my head; I now had a hole in my wall as big as my fist. Gary was going to be pissed. I went over and pulled the can out; then looked around. Finding a big heart, I wrote, “I love you, Gary, with all my heart” on it with a Sharpie, and tacked it to the wall. It covered the hole nicely. Now all I had to do was to keep Gary from seeing it while he was off. When he went back to work, I could repair and paint it. <br />
<br />
By eight, I gave up. I figured he just forgot, and went out for a few beers with some of the guys after work; he’s single, kind of. Afterward, I flopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV. I usually don’t watch the news; Gary usually tells me the exciting stuff that happen around our town; and since we live in Washington, the weather never changes - cool, chilly, cold, freezing, or snow - for the next few months. However, when I saw a woman standing in front of an inferno, I turned up the sound. <br />
<br />
“Like I said, Ken; just before six o’clock tonight, a gas main burst in the back of this warehouse, causing an explosion that knocked out windows for a few blocks down the street. Fortunately, the workers were able to get out before the second explosions happened. As you see here” (the camera panned out), and I could see the whole building in flames. “We have three stations attending the fire; several EMT’s are working on by-standers and several Emergency personnel who were overtaken by smoke, and even a few of our own members, as well as the other news crews, have been taken to local hospitals,” she told us, as the camera kept moving back and forth from her to the building, “I will have more in a minute,” she told us, and then the news went to commercial. I just flopped back on the sofa. Gary’s been hard at work, and I’ve been pissed because he’s not home with me. Here I thought he forgot about today, and went to have a few beers. I laid my arm over my eyes, and took a deep breath. I fought to keep the tears from escaping. ‘I’ve been such an ass,’ I thought, as I listened for the news to return. When the news came back, they talked about sports, so I flipped to another channel where a news crew was live at the fire. As I watched, I kept an eye out for a glimpse of Gary, or at least David. I wanted to know if either of them was the ones who had been sent to the hospital. I didn’t see either one of them, nor anyone from their station. <br />
<br />
It was almost eleven when I turned off the TV. The Eleven o’clock news was the same as the late breaking news. Therefore, I just laid back on the couch and closed my eyes, The next thing I felt was warm lips on my forehead. Opening my eyes a little, I saw Gary standing in the doorway of the kitchen and our living room.<br />
<br />
“You’re home?” I said, as I got up.<br />
<br />
He turned around to see me standing there dressed (rumpled now) in a suit that I only wear for special functions, or court. He took me in his arms and kissed me.<br />
<br />
“You smell,” I told him, kissing his cheek, and then I sneezed. I always sneezes when he come home smelling of his job from the smoke and all. <br />
<br />
“I should have called; I am sorry,” he said. “Happy Valentine and he handed me an envelope. <br />
<br />
“As long as you are home safe, every day is my Valentine day,” I told him, giving him my special hug, along with a kiss.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-86530444507593632092010-02-09T07:51:00.000-08:002010-02-09T07:51:02.339-08:00A Valentine Story.I was just getting ready to clock out; my twelve hours shift was over, and I could finally go home to my lover/brat for our first Valentine dinner. Even though Dillon and I have been together for a year, our first few months were just as roommates, not lovers. It was not until early spring that I asked him to be my boyfriend; so this, technically, would be our first Valentines together. <br />
<br />
As I said, I was just about ready to slide my timecard through the clock, when a five-alarm rang though the station. ‘Fuck’, I muttered under my breath, and turned back toward my unit. David was already buckling up his seatbelt. I climbed in, grabbed the seatbelt, buckled up, and turned the engine over, as the hook and ladder pulled out of the station. It took me three seconds to be right on his finder. <br />
<br />
It took six hours and three stations to put out the warehouse fire. The warehouse and contents were a loss. In the beginning, the workers got out with only minor burns, and a few smoke inhalations. Even the alley cats got out with only minor singes. A couple of firefighters from other units were, taken to the hospital with injuries and some inhalation, but no one from our unit. A few news personnel were taken to the hospital, because of their own foolishness; but, overall, it went well; no one died. <br />
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We pulled into the station just after eleven. Both Captains waved us bye, as David and I finally clocked out. I dropped David off at his house; Allen, his partner was waiting on the steps for him. He waved to me as he held out his arms for his lover to fall into them. He then kissed David’s smoke, smudged face; picked him up in his arms, and carried him into the house. <br />
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When I got home, I noticed the apartment was dark, since it was after eleven well close to midnight; I knew Dillon was asleep by now; he could never stay awake pass ten; eleven, if he was lucky. I did my best to be quiet when I opened the door. The first thing I noticed was a head lying on the back of the sofa, with the radio playing soft music, the type you dance to.<br />
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I shut the door with a soft click, and made my way over to the sofa; then gently kissed my young lover on the top of his head. My eyes caught the flickering light coming from the kitchen, and then I smelled candles burning. Looking at the table a little better, I noticed a candle light setting there, with a bottle of Apple Cider cooling in an old Easter bucket. I also noticed a cake setting on the counter, under a class cake dish, which used to belong to my grandmother. The kitchen was deck out in pink and red streamers, heart shape balloons; cupid cut outs on the cupboard doors. I just smiled to myself my baby went all out for this and I missed it. <br />
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“You’re home,” I heard Dillon say behind me.<br />
I turned around to see him dressed (rumpled now) in a suit that he only wears for special functions, or court. His nicely gelled hair was sticking up here and there; he looked so cute. I took him in my arms and kissed him.<br />
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“You smell,” he told me, kissing my cheek, and then sneezing. He always sneezes when I come home smelling like my job. I am an EMT, not a firefighter; but licenses for both; like tonight, I played both parts. <br />
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“I should have called. I am sorry.” I told him as I glanced at the clock it was eleven fifty-nine “Happy Valentine,” I told him handing him a envelope. <br />
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“As long as you are home safe, every day is my Valentine day,” he said, giving me a hug, then a heartwarming kiss.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454779448813440130.post-74542637707207583512009-05-18T19:52:00.000-07:002009-05-18T19:55:02.661-07:00Dillon Meets The Family (Part 03)The next thing I knew I was being woke up to Andy saying "We're here"<br /><br />I tried to sit up my back hurt; I had fallen asleep against the armrest. Dillon was still snuggled up against me. "Dillon babe, wake up," I shook him he moved a little when he looked up at me his eyes were a light blue and red, swollen. "We're here." I told him he sat up winched a little and looked around he let out a yawn and rubbed his eyes. Andy handed him a wet one so he could wash his face a bit to get the dried tears, drool and the sleep from his eyes.<br /><br />"Thanks," Dillon said giving Andy a shy smile.<br /><br />"No problem" Andy told him. He handed me one also and I also quickly washed my face off just to get the sweat off.<br /><br />As we pulled up to the house I notice most of the family has already arrived the yard looked like a KOA campgrounds. There were motor homes, trailers, tents, and hammocks from the back fence to the barn.<br /><br />Roy notice on the other side of the house was where the all the vehicles were parked so he pulled in to an empty area. As I open my door I could here "They're here." Some one was yelling as they went running across the yard to the house.<br /><br />Once we got out of the car, I notice Grammy standing on the porch she looked all of sixty hard to believe she was going to be ninety tomorrow. "Wow is that her?" I heard Dill ask, I only nodded "You sure she going to be ninety?" Again I only nodded he let out a low whistle. "Wow! I hope you look that young when you get old" he told me. I had to laugh; I could hear Andy and Roy chuckle behind us.<br /><br />"You all go help them unload that beast," Grammy yelled for the kinfolks to come and help. In no time we had the car unloaded and headed toward the house. Grammy stood on the porch with her hands on her hips like she about ready to do some scolding<br /><br />She gave Roy and Andy a hug and looked around like she expected someone else to be with. They then she looked over at me. Dill was almost standing right behind me since he was a little shorter and skinner then me he could hide behind me.<br /><br />"So you are the young man who stole my little ones heart huh?" She asked.<br /><br />"Yes, Ma'am," Dillon answered her. He was doing his best not to stumble over his words.<br /><br />"You can call me Grammy, Grams or Arletha but no Ma'am is we clear?" She said<br /><br />"Yes, Ma. Grams we're clear." Dill said as he swallowed. Yeah I forgot to give him that little tidbit. "Andy, Roy you two will be in John's old room, Gary, "she stopped and looked at Dillon, "Baby blue eyes here will be in your old room." She told us "That way you all will have some privacy."<br /><br />"Oh yeah, Grams this is Dillon, Dillon this is my Grammy Arletha "I introduce them.<br /><br />"A little late aren't we." She asked as she gave me my hug finally.<br /><br />"Yes Grams" I told her trying to be boyish.<br /><br />We made our way up the stairs and into the rooms. Dill stood by the door waiting for me to find the light. Once the room was lit, Dill just looked around, it was small, not even the size of our room back home. He just shook his head.<br /><br />"What did you expect?" I asked. There was a full size bed a dresser and a freestanding closet. I took our bag and things and put them on the bed and started to unpack the bag when I tossed the paddle on the bed. I heard a gasp.<br /><br />"What you bring that for?" Dill asked I could tell be his voice he was totally shocked.<br /><br />"In case it is needed." I told him. Grabbing it and our underwear I put it in the top drawer of the dresser. "But that is totally up to you, my love."<br /><br />"And how is that up to me?" He asked<br /><br />"Behave." I told him pulling him in to a hug; I pulled over to the bed and fell back with him he snuggled up to me.<br /><br />"You use to live in this room?" he asked.<br /><br />"Yeah from freshmen year in high school tell I moved to Walla," I told him.<br /><br />"Wow must have been nice." He said getting to his feet pulling me up with him. "Enough snuggling. Show me around." He ordered. I laughed and followed him out the door.<br /><br />I bore you with the details of the tour but the only thing he found interesting was the old oak tree they used as a hangman tree to lynch people. To this day, I'm still not sure how many unmarked graves were around.<br /><br />I flipped my phone open when it vibrated and a text message came up `Dinner 10 min'. I flip it shut and we headed back once we got to the house.<br /><br />"Dillon come with us!" One of the cousins shouted from the back yard.<br /><br />"We're you all going?" Uncle Rich yelled out.<br /><br />"Just out back," someone else yelled out.<br /><br />Dillon looked over at me. I just jerked my head toward the door Stay off the dirt bikes." I yelled at him as the screen door banged shut.<br /><br />About two hours later we all heard one of the dirt bikes .we heard feet running up the steps and across the porch the door slammed against the wall and Alan stood covered from head to toe with mud. "Cuz you got you medical kit? Cause we need it at the pits" He told us just oh so calmly.<br /><br />"It still in the car" Roy said as we headed outside I grab the kit and straddle the bike Alan and I was off like a shot followed by two trucks with half the men folk in them.<br /><br />Once we got to the mud pits I saw all the young cousins all standing around in a circle. Janet came up to me. "What happened?" I asked once I got there.<br /><br />"Don't know; we just riding and they just flipped." She told me.<br /><br />"Oh shit," I whispered. "Alright give me room; let them breath." I ordered every one step back and I finally got to the two injured parties. One was Tom, a cousin, and the other was my brat. I dropped to my knees and checked them both over quickly. Tom had couple of nasty cuts but nothing too bad.<br /><br />"Here you take care of your friend." my uncle Fred told me.<br /><br />"I'm sorry," Dillon whispered to me. Dillon was almost white; one of the kids had some brains at least. They had ripped Dillon pants leg open and had pressure on the cut with a some what of a clean T-shirt. At first glance I knew we should head out to the nearest emergency room.<br /><br />"It's all right," I told him giving him a smile. Janet would not let Dillon look down at his leg. I was glad she was helping since all I needed was for Dillon to see it and go into shock. I could see where all the blood was coming from. His calf had a gash in it; I looked up at my uncle.<br /><br />"You get him stable the best you can and I'll get the truck," He told me as he headed off. Once I got Dillon patched up the best I could, J.C and I carried Dillon in between us to where the truck was, and settled him in the back. I hit the back window to let Fred know to take off and we were off. I laid down beside Dillon; for two reasons: one to comfort him and the other was cause it is against the law to ride in the back of a moving truck on the public roads. Once we got to the hospital Fred ran in and got some help. When the medical team came out I quickly gave them the stats on Dillon. One<br />of nurses just looked at me. I smiled and said EMT Emerson<br /><br />Four hours later we were on our way home. Once there I made sure Dillon had dinner and took his antibiotics. Then we headed for my parent's bathroom it was a better place to help Dillon wash up. Once his shower was done I made sure the staples were dried. A rap at the door told us Andy had finally located Dillon's sleep pants and brought them to us. Once he was dressed Roy and I got him out to the barn and up the stairs to our room.<br /><br />"You going to spank me?" Dillon asked his words were a little slurred because of the pain meds<br /><br />Once I was ready for bed I turned to him. "Endangering your life like that after I told you to stay off the bikes, you are lucky I don't take my belt to you" I told him flat out. Dillon eyes almost popped out of his head. "However, since standing is out of the questions at the moment we are going to have to wait for a few days to do anything about it," Dillon was about to say something, "In the mean time you, my dear boy, will be doing some writing about the<br />safety of motor cross bikes." I climbed into bed beside him. Dillon gave out a sigh and curled up next to me.<br /><br />"You know I hate writing." He told me. I just nodded my head yes, as I rubbed his back. "Sing to me," he asked.<br /><br />"Which one," I asked. I could feel him smile as he laid his head on my chest. "Alright" I cleared my thoughts and throat and started humming the tune to Green Sleeves. I started to sing softly.<br /><br />"At last my love you've gone to sleep laying here beside my side, with your head upon my chest sleep my baby boy, sleep my baby, sleep tonight, tomorrows another day, sleep my baby, sleep all night and tomorrow we'll play again.<br /><br />I did some more humming between the lyrics it usually only take a few times before I could feel Dill asleep beside me. Once Dillon was asleep I kissed the top of his head and closed my eyes. "God I loved this man beside me and thank you for bringing him to me." I whispered before I went to sleep.<br /><br />It took a few days before all the family left back to were they had came from most of them were still in the Washington state area some in Oregon area the ones that lived in the California area didn't came they just sent their wishes.<br /><br />Dad, Mom and Grams left to do some shopping leaving Andy, Dillon Roy and I alone. Dillon was busy writing his safety essay on motor cross Andy was baking cookies. Roy was on the phone with some one named Chris. I went over to where Dillon was writing and looked over his shoulder he looked up at me and smiled I jerked my head toward the barn. He put down his pencil and stood stretching his arms out he gave a yawn. I took his hand and we left the house. Once outside we<br />headed toward the barn and up to our room.<br /><br />Dillon went straight to the bed and sat down I went over to the dresser and pulled out the paddle. I grabbed the desk chair and pulled it out into the middle of the room. Dillon gave me a sick look. I sat as I put the paddle on the desk. "Do, you care to explain why you were on a dirt bike after I said to stay off it?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "Alright come here," I told him as I held out my hand for him. Dillon took my hand and stood before me I made short work of his sleep pants checking out the staples to make sure they were not infected. "Does it still hurt?" I asked looking up at him he shook his head no. "Ok then over you go." I said as I help him lay across my lap. "Do you know why you're being<br />spanked?" I asked as I wrapped my arm around his waist to hold him down as much as possible<br /><br />"Cause I got on something after you said to stay off it." He told me while he did his best to adjust himself so his feet would still be on the floor.<br /><br />"Correct," I told him as brought my hand down with a slap he jumped but didn't yell out; it took several swats before he started to wiggle once his back side was a bright shade of red. I stopped. Dillon tried to get up, "Not done yet baby," I told him as I rubbed his back gently. I took a deep breath and reached for the paddle. I didn't say anything. I knew Dillon would not be able to speak at this time so I just gave him ten quick swats to the lower half of his butt concentrating on the sit spot. About half way through the paddling Dillon opened up and started to cry hard. I brought the paddling to an end quickly and pulled him up to his feet. Once he was up I stood and pushed him toward the bed. We both lay down;<br />Dillon lay more or less on top of me. I held him tight and kissed his wet cheek, "Shhhhh, it's alright, it over, done, behind us," I whispered to him. It took him a while to claim down his breathing became a little normal and a few hiccups and quivers would escape but he would be fine in no time. "I love you," I told him.<br /><br />"I love you too," He said between hiccups, after a few minutes we heard my dad's truck pull in. Dillon jerked up and I pulled him back down to lay beside me,<br /><br />"Shhhhh, go to sleep my love. Tomorrow is another day," I said as I gently scratched the area above his waistband.<br /><br />Our vacation was over before you knew it we had Roy truck packed and ready to go for an early departure first thing the morning. I love my family but I was glad I moved so far away from them. My uncle Fred told me that I probably could get a better paying job in Tacoma since I was a class two EMT but I love my little onion town. I think him and told him I would think about it.<br /><br />That night Dillon and I was missing around in bed when Dillon looked up at me. "Do you want to move closer to your family?" He asked.<br /><br />"Are you kidding? They'd drive me nuts," I said as I bit his neck. My mouth met his and I kiss him hard our tongues danced for a while and he pulled off the kiss.<br /><br />"Well if you wanted to I'd be ok with it," He told me as he wiggled under me.<br /><br />I let out a sigh "Dillon do you want to talk about my family or do you want to fuck?" I asked.<br /><br />"Family, what family" he told me as he wrapped his legs around my waist.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0