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Subject: The belated education of Charlie Hibbs Chapter 23 DISCLAIMER: IT IS YOUR GOODWILL THAT KEEPS THIS PLACE GOING SO PLEASE CONSIDER MAKING A DONATION TO NIFTY. THE PEOPLE WHO WORK SO HARD TO MAKE THIS THE WONDERFUL PLACE THAT IT IS NEED YOUR HELP TO DO THAT. ANY AND ALL DONATIONS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED AND TOGETHER WE CAN ENSURE NIFTY REMAINS THE NUMBER ONE SITE FOR ALTERNATIVE EROTICA IN THE WORLD. fty/ This story contains depictions of sexual acts performed by boys with each other and boys with men. If this content is something that offends you or it is illegal for you to read such content please do not read any further. If you are too young to access this content lawfully please do not read any further. All places and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional and not based on any places or people in real life and any similarities to real places and people are completely coincidental and not intended in any way. This story is fantasy, not reality. If you have trouble telling the difference between the two please do not read any further and seek professional help. All depictions of sexual acts in this story are pure fantasy. This story is not intended to condone such acts being performed by anyone outside of the realms of fantasy. If you feel that you may be struggling to split fantasy from the real world or you fear you may not be able to stop yourself from attempting such things in real life I implore you to seek professional psychological assistance immediately! Children are innocent. They should remain so. The events and acts depicted in this story are for fantastical entertainment purposes only and should never, ever, ever be reenacted in real life. Any questions, comments or criticisms are welcome. Please send them to ail. Thank you. Edgar Friendly. The belated education of Charlie Hibbs Chapter 23-There but for the grace of god go I Anthony Carver pulled into the parking lot of the run down motel and parked the car. Switching off the engine he took a moment to look over the partially delapidated building. He looked up at the neon sign that regularly flashed the word, 'V CAN Y'. The first A and second C had probably been broken for a while. Above it he saw the name, 'Innes' inn.' 'Imaginative... ' He thought. He picked up his phone and dialled the numbers. Putting it to his ear he waited and when Baxter answered he said, "I'm here. Innes' inn right?" "That's the place this Paldry guy called yeah." Baxter replied, "We think he will be there sometime tomorrow so get some rest tonight." "After I've eaten." Anthonys eyes had been scanning his surroundings and made note of the diner next door to the motel, "I'll keep an eye out and will report in when he arrives." He hung up the phone and got out of the car. He made the short walk to the the little office at the end of the long line of available rooms and stepped over the filthy welcome mat, a little bell jingling as he opened the door. The old scruffy man behind the desk didn't even look up from his paper as he said in a gruff voice, "Rooms fifty a night. Cash only. Money up front." "That's fair." Anthony said producing a crisp fifty dollar bill from his wallet and placing it on the desk. Again without looking at Anthony the man slapped his hand on the cash and slid it towards himself. He reached up behind him to the keys all hanging on their hooks and grabbed a random one. He practically threw it and Anthony, "Checkouts at eleven. If you wanna stay another night you gotta pay before then. Keep it down and don't disturb the other guests." Anthony could clearly see the only key not on its hook was the one he had just been handed, "Other guests?" The man finally looked up at Anthony with a scowl. He followed Anthonys gaze to the keys all hanging on their hooks then looked back at him, "Keep it down and don't disturb ME!" The scowl never left his face. Anthony couldn't help smiling a little causing the motel owner to sneer and ask, "What are you smiling at?!" "Oh nothing." Anthony chuckled a little as he took the key, "You just remind me of someone." The old man growled a bit as Anthony left the office. Looking at his key he could see he was in room three. The lock was a little stiff but he managed to open the door and walk inside. As soon as he turned on the light he wished he hadn't, "Jesus... " The place was disgusting, "I can see why he chose this place. Nobody is gonna wanna stay here... " He thought out loud before his stomache rumbling reminded him he was starving. It had been a long journey getting here and he needed to eat something soon. Locking the door behind him he walked across the parking lot to the diner. Approahing the old fifties style restaurant he could see through the large glass windows there was only one patron in there, 'I guess nine thirty isn't exactly their rush hour... ' He thought as he looked at the hooded figure sitting at their table alone, an empty milkshake in front of them. As he entered the place another bell rang above the door, 'They really like their bells around here... ' causing the woman behind the counter to look up from her magazine and sigh. Anthony sat at the counter as she placed a mug in front of him and poured out hot, black coffee, "Evening." Anthony said cheerfully with a smile. She barely looked at him, "What'cha want?" "May I see a menu please?" "No menu." She put the coffee pot down, "We got burgers, bacon and eggs." "Ah. Well then... I guess I'll have a bacon and egg burger." He still smiled at the waitress even though she didn't return it." She simply turned her back to him letting out another sigh and called into the kitchen, "Bill! Bacon egg burger! Get your lazy ass on it!" She went back to her magazine, "Go sit down at a table. It's ready when its ready." "Thank you." Anthony picked up his mug of coffee and looked over the almost empty restaurant. He approached the figure he had seen from outside and asked, "May I sit here?" Looking up at him from under a hood he saw the face of a thirteen year old boy and he instantly knew the situation. He had seen those eyes many times before. The same eyes that had seen far too much for someone so young. The boy looked at him blankly, "It's a free country ain't it?" "Thank you." Anthony said sitting down, "So, what brings a young man like yourself to a place like this so late at nigh-" "You a cop?!" The boy demanded. "No." Anthony replied, "No I'm not. Sorry. I was just making conversation." "Making conversation huh?" The boys eyebrows raised. "Yeah... " Anthony just sat there smiling kindly at the lad for a few seconds during which the boy looked him up and down, seemingly trying to decide if Anthony was a potential customer or not. Anthony continued, "How's the food here?" "You can eat it." The boy replied. Years of turning tricks had taught him to be very careful with what information he shared. "Well... That's good." Anthony said, "I'm starving. I've had a long journey and-" "Cut the bullshit." The boy interrupted him. "I'm sorry?" The boy leaned forward and whispered, "Twenty a suck, forty a fuck. Money up front. You hurt me I bite your fucking cock off." Anthony looked with sadness into the eyes of the young boy trying so desperately to act tough. Even though he could see right through the facade he knew it would be a mistake to call him on it, "You get much business?" He asked calmly taking a sip of his coffee." The boys act faltered slightly. This wasn't the reponse he expected, "I... I do alright." He sat back and stared at Anthony trying to size him up, 'Who is this guy?' He thought to himself. "I see your milkshake is empty. I can buy you another one if you like?" Anthony offered. The boy thought he had worked Anthony out, "Ohhhhkay... I get." "Hmm?" Anthony swallowed another gulp of coffee, "Get what?" "You're gonna give me some speech about there 'being another way' and I 'don't have to live this life' right?" The boy made hand gestures indicating he was dismissing these ridiculous notions as he said them. "Well I wasn't... " Anthony began, "But now that you mention it there is another way and you're right, you don't have to live this life. I can help you. I know places where you could live and be safe. You wouldn't have to do this for money anymore-" "Then you'll take out a bible and start preaching some bullshit about god right?" The boy was so sure he had Anthonys number. "HA!... Hahahaha!" Anthony laughing surprised the boy, "Hahaha... Ohhh wow... hehe... No... No I'm not gonna do that." "Oh... " A curious look came over the boys face for a brief moment before returning to his stern 'tough little big man' expression, "So... what? We doing this?" "You're asking if I want to hire your services?" Anthony asked. The boy nodded. "No. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure you're worth every penny but I just wanna talk-" "I ain't got time for this." The boy stood up and picked up his backpack, "I got money to make." He moved to the next table over and sat down. He gave Anthony an angry look and whispered something under his breath about time wasters. Anthony offered him a smile that wasn't returned. A few minutes later the waitress approached Anthonys table and clumsily dropped a plate with a burger and fires on it in front of him. She refilled his coffee and told him, "Ketchup is on the counter. Get it yourself." She walked away while Anthony thanked her. Anthony ate the passable meal while watching the boy who had taken a notepad and pencil from his backpack and was busy scribbling away, drawing something Anthony couldn't see. As the headlights of a truck pulling into the parking lot outside beamed across the diner the boy looked out the window, "Goddammit... " He put his pad and pencil away in his backpack and stared at the table in front of him seemingly waiting for something. It wasn't long before Anthony knew what he was waiting for as the bell above the diner door jingled. A chubby man reeking of beer half walked, half stumbled towards the boy. He was clearly too drunk to drive but had anyway. As he approached the table he passed anthony without noticing him, "There he is! How's hic... How's my little man." "What d'ya want Tony?" The boy asked without looking up at the drunk who was now standing over him. "Aww come on sweet thing." Tony reached down and stroked the boys cheek as the lad pulled away from the touch, "You know hic... what I want. I got forty for you-" "I told you!" The boy looked up at Tony angrily, "No more! Not after what you did last time!" "Hey come on now." Tony swayed a little on the spot, "I said I was sorry. Besides, I was drunk then-" "You're drunk now!" The boy pointed out. "Yesh... " Tony held up a finger, "... But hic... I'm also alone. It was mainly hic... those other guys that did that. It really was all them. I just kinda hic... got pulled along ya know? Hic... " The boy was clearly not convinced so Tony continued, "Tell you what... " He produced some bank notes from the pocket of his dirty jeans, "... I'll pay you sixty. Forty for tonight and hic... twenty as an apology for last time. Huh? Good deal?" The boys eyes were fixed on the cash being offered to him. He didn't want to do this but he really needed the money, "... Okay." He snatched the cash from Tonys hand, "You go get the room and I'll follow." "Good boy." Tony smiled widely then turned to leave seeing Anthony for the first time. He looked at him as Anthony smiled back politely. Tony grumbled something inaudible, burped then left the diner. Through the window Anthony watched him walk into the motel office then come out a minute later before walking down the row of rooms. He stopped in front of number four, drunkenly fumbled with the key in the door and finally managed to open it. Anthony looked at the boy and saw he was watching Tony as well, clearly waiting to see which room he was about to go to work in. Once he saw where Tony had gone the lad picked up his backpack and made to leave the diner. As he passed Anthony reached out and touched his arm, "I meant what I said. I can help you. You don't have to do this-" The boy pulled his arm out of Anthonys grasp, "Stay out of my fucking business!" He walked away. Anthony watched him approach the door to room number four and stand there for a few seconds, seemingly working himself up to what he was about to do. Anthony wached the boy open the door, walk inside and close it behind him. He sighed and continued to eat his meal. ******** "Hmmmm... " Seb moaned in pleasure as Aaron did his best work with his tongue buried deep inside his arse, "Hooohhhh fuck Aaron!" "Yeah he's loving it babe." Caleb encouraged Aaron as he held Sebs left leg up. Aaron momentarily pulled his face away from Sebs hole to pull his butt cheeks apart more with his thumbs and to say, "Of course he is. I'm fucking amazing with my tongue." He once again worked his tongue inside Seb. "Yeah you are." Caleb said. "Yep." Charlie agreed while holding Sebs other leg. "Mmm!" Callum took Sebs cock out of his mouth, "He's not the only one good with his tongue." In order to demonstrate this fact Callum began playing with the head of Sebs cock with his tongue, licking around it and the top of his cock shaft like the most delicious popsicle he had ever tasted. This of course sent Seb wild, "Aaaaahhhhhh!" The combination of Aaron in his arse, Callum on his cock and Martin and James sucking one of his nipples each was building him up to one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced. Since Sebs diagnosis the first year boys had all come together as one to support him. Once his treatments began they quickly learned just how hard it was going to be on him. Apart from losing his appetite for food he also had no interest in sex. Both cravings would return though and for a time things would be normal until his next treatment and once again he wouldn't be able to look at food or even think about having any fun. They discussed this and decided that from now on the few days before Sebs next treatment would be all about him. They would work in teams to give him the most intense and explosive sexual experiences they could. Aaron was in charge of planning how they would do this and who exactly would do what. Seb was delighted by the idea for obvious reasons. "Ahhh! Oh fuck!... Y yeah! Aaaahhhhmmmgonnacum!" Seb shouted as his body began to tremble, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh... " Seb bucked slightly on the bed as spurts of sweet boy cum shot from his cock head onto Callums face. He was in a state of pure bliss as waves of euphoria washed over him. That really Hatay Escort was a fucking incredible orgasm! All the boys in the room looked at the good job they had done and smiled at each other, "Good work guys." Aaron said wiping his face before handing Callum the box of tissues, "Okay so later it'll be... " He thought for a moment, "... Tommy, Ricky and Mark. Then I think we'll call it a day." "Yeah, I doubt I'll have much left in me after that haha." Seb had come back to his senses and he looked up at them all with a smile, "Thanks guys. You're all awesome." "Happy to help." Martin smiled before looking at Callum, "This got me so hard. Wanna go have some fun in the shower?" Callum smiled, "Sure!" The two of them got up and left the room to go and have their own fun. "That's not a bad idea." Aaron said turning to Caleb, "Hun? I really wanna cum before dinner." Caleb smiled, "Me too. Come on." They too left the room. Charlie looked at James and smiled, "I guess that leaves us." James wrapped Charlie in a hug and kissed him before saying, "Sorry. I can't." He broke the hug and began walking to the door. Charlie was dumbfounded, "Seriously? You're telling me what we just did for Seb didn't turn you on at all?" James looked back and smiled, "Of course it did. I just promised Ricky I'd help him with his geography homework so I gotta go and do that." Charlie was disappointed but understood. A promise between bunk buddies is unbreakable, "Oh okay. Cool. I love you." James blew Charlie a kiss, "Love you too. Later Seb." "Bye." Seb replied as James left the room. Seb looked at Charlie who was looking a little glum, "What's up?" "Hmm? Oh nothing. I'm just really horny." Charlie replied. "So... Jerk off then." Seb pointed out the obvious. "Oh yeah... " How long had it been since Charlie had jerked off by himself? He couldn't remember, "I can't believe I didn't think of that haha." Seb giggled then turned over in bed, "Okay well you do that while I have a nap." "Cool." Charlie got into bed with a tube of lube and masturbated before cumming and having a nap himself. ******** "I'm sorry." Mr. Walker said. "Huh?" Donny Knox had no idea what the pedo scum was apologising for. He had simply walked into the cell with a laptop under his arm and said those words, "Sorry? You're sorry for keeping me here? Refusing to kill me? What? What are you sorry for?" "I'm sorry for what I am about to show you." Mr. Walker placed the laptop down on the small table and opened it. It began to load as Mr. Walker turned to Donny, "I'll just let that boot up." He sat in the chair and stared at Donny who simply stared back. Eventually he said, "You know, it really would be better if you told me your name." "Fuckyou. That's my name. Fuckyou Gofuckyourself. You can call me Mr. Gofuckyourself." Donny growled. Mr. Walker leaned forward, "I told you my name is Lucas-" Donny spat on the floor and Mr. Walkers name. Lucas sighed, "Okay then." He turned his attention back to the laptop, "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I was hoping... which file was it?... Ah! This one... I was hoping you would tell me yourself that your name is Donald." Donny froze, "... Wh... What the fuck did you just say?" Lucas turned back to Donny, "Donald. That's your name isn't it? And your brothers name was Ronald-" "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Donny exploded at the man. He moved to attack Lucas and was only stopped by the one shackle that held him to the far wall out of reach of the man he now had a burning desire to kill. He collapsed back onto the bed, "YOU KEEP HIS NAME OUT OF YOUR DIRTY PEDO SCUM MOUTH YOU CUNT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVEN MENTION HIM!" As angry as Donny was he couldn't stop the tears. Lucas remained calm throughout, "What do we call ourselves?" "What?! What the fuck are you talking about?!" Donny was seething. Lucas leaned forward holding Donnys gaze, "Us. Me and mine. What do we call ourselves?" Donny gritted his teeth at the sheer hypocrisy and irony of what he was about to say, "...The 'Friendly'." He spat. Lucas nodded, "Yep. And you. What do you call yourselves?" Donny leaned forward and sneered at Lucas, "We are the 'Not Friendly'! Cos we ain't you! We ain't sick twisted motherfucking cunts who torture kids for fun-" "No you just outright kill the kids don't you?!" Lucas shouldn't have said that. He was trying his very best to maintain his composure but it was hard. "We put those kids out of their misery!" Donny defended their actions, "Better dead than suffering what horrors you pieces of shit would put them through." Lucas could feel his control on his emotions slipping so decided to move on, "Okay!... Phew... Like I said. I'm sorry." He tapped the space bar on the laptop and the video began to play. Donny looked at the screen and instantly recognised the room he and his brother had been tortured in for years, "... No... Nonono... " A mans high pitched voice could be heard from behind the camera, "Hello dear viewers! What a lovely day for a snuff movie eh? Now I want you all to know we take your opinions very seriously and we were thrilled to have so many Imaginative suggestions about little Ronalds fate... " "NONONONONONO!" Donny had his eyes closed and was shaking his head vigorously, " No!" He looked at Lucas, "Why are you showing me this?! Is this... Are you fucking gloating or something?! You really are a bunch of sick fucks!" Lucas paused the tape, "I need you to understand." He moved along the bar at the bottom of the screen with his cursor skipping the video. He stopped on the last frame and asked Donny to, "Read that." Donny looked at the words shining out from the laptop. They were simple words, in English. He understood what each of them meant and they were used in a grammatically correct manner... Yet they still didn't make sense. Not to him. THIS CONTENT WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY FISTTHEBABY69 IN ASSOCIATION WITH NOT FRIENDLY PRODUCTIONS. NOT FRIENDLY PRODUCTIONS HURT FUCK KILL REPEAT Donny looked at Lucas, "What is this?!" "This is what the 'not friendly' did." Lucas explained, "They kidnapped or brought kids, tortured and raped them on camera and sold the videos online before ultimately killing the-" "That's what YOU do!" Donny shouted, "YOU fuckers did that to me and my brother!" "No we didn't." Lucas didn't want to show him the next video. He had hoped he could make some head way with their guest but it was increasingly clear that he must revisit this most painful memory of his own past to help secure this mans future, "Just give me a minute here." Turning to the laptop he clicked out of the file they had been viewing before running down the list to another, one that Lucas hoped he never had to see again. He hesitated before clicking the file but finally managed to open it. He remember the time stamp like it was yesterday, 11:17. For some reason that had been burned into his memory when the 'friendly' had to use the video to identify him and his brothers, that was the close up of his young, tear and snot covered face twisted in agony. Donny couldn't tear his eyes from the screen as Lucas started the video at 10:30 and pressed play. CRACK! "Arrrgghhh!" Ten year old Lucas Walker screamed as the whip once again sliced into his tender flesh. His torturer laughed callously, "You brought this on yourself boy! Hahahahaha!" CRACK! "AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!" A particularly strong lash of the whip landed on some already deep wounds. "Oh man! Whoooo! Ah come here... Yeah... Yeah grab the camera haha... " The image on screen became wobbly and disconcerting as the camera being used to record the vile scene was lifted and moved around. When it settled again it showed the image of a masked man next to the boys face, "You did didn't you Lucas? You agreed to take all your brothers' whippings remember? Look into the camera... " The man grabbed Lucas' chin and forced the boy to look into the camera, "I said look into the fucking camera! Now! This is your fault isn't it Lucas?!" He shook the boys head up and down hard, "You agreed to this didn't-" Lucas paused the tape and glanced at the time stamp, 'Eleven seventeen' he thought. He turned back to Donny, "That's me." Donny looked from the screen to Lucas' face then back again before saying, "Bullshit... Just... Just looks like you. You all probably do this shit to lots of kids... One was bound to look enough like one of you to pull this shit." Donny did think the kid in the video was the man now sat talking to him but he would never admit it. Lucas sighed and stood up. He removed his shirt causing Donny to ask, "What the fuck are you doing?" Lucas turned around and stood with his back to Donny. He was stunned into silence. The scarred back from dozens, if not hundreds of brutal beatings was on full display before him, testament to the pain and suffering endured by its owner. He didn't know what to say as Lucas turned to face him and pulled his shirt back on before sitting down again. As he had done with the previous video he skipped forward to the very last frame and once again asked Donny to, "Read that." Donny did. THIS CONTENT WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY CARVE-A-FRESH-CUNT IN ASSOCIATION WITH NOT FRIENDLY PRODUCTIONS. NOT FRIENDLY PRODUCTIONS HURT FUCK KILL REPEAT "They all say it." Lucas said, "Every single one of them. Every video of boys being tortured and murdered... right there-" Lucas pointed to the words on the screen, "Not friendly... " He leaned forward and looked deep into Donnys eyes, "... and the people you're with... What did you say you call youselves again?" Donny just stared back so Lucas continued, "Didn't you ever wonder why you were called that?" "Because... We ain't like you-" "That's right. You're not. We don't murder children-" "No you just rape them!" Shouted Donny, "Oh you're SOOO much better than me!" "We don't do that either!" Lucas knew he was getting somewhere with their guest. He had to believe that. He needed to try to explain so much to this man who seemed completely incapable of believing anything he would say. It was frustrating but he persevered, "To us rape is the worst thing a person can do to another. It's akin to murder!" Donny couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Oh you must think I'm fucking stupid or something. You really think I don't know what you are? What you do? What all you sick fucks do with those boys?" Lucas smiled, "Oh they enjoy it. Trust me." "You're disgusting-" "Why?" Lucas asked and waited for an answer. One that didn't come, "No seriously. Why? Why is that disgusting?" Donny looked at the man stunned. Didn't he know? "What... What are you asking?" Lucas leaned forward, "I want you to explain to me why you think it is disgusting to love these boys." "That's what you call it?" Donny was taken aback, "Love? Seriously man you need your head checked." Lucas waited for a few seconds then said, "... So... You can't give me an answer?" "It's wrong!" Donny felt like he was explaining water was wet, "Obviously." "It's not so obvious to me." Lucas told him, "Explain it." "You gotta be fucking kidding me!" How could this idiot not know that having sex with kids is wrong? "You just... Don't. You can't. It's... Just not right!" "I'm still not hearing you explaining anything." Lucas replied, "You're kinda just repeating yourself." "It's wrong!" Donny shouted, "Everyone knows that!" "And for thoudands of years everyone knew flies were the only insect that had eight legs because some ancient Greek guy said so." Lucas grinned at Donny, "Then one day, fairly recently, someone decided to count them. Turns out they only have six." Donny wasn't sure what to say, "... ... Consent!" He looked at Lucas and smiled widely, he had him, "Kids can't give consent!" Donny felt the taste of sweet moral victory, "They are too young to consent to anything so it's automatically rape!" "I've never met a rape victim that enjoyed the experience." Lucas shrugged, "And I know all the boys I've ever been with THOUROUGHLY enjoyed the experience... probably more than once. All of them consented to what we did-" "Didn't you hear me?" Donny interrupted, "I said they can't give consent. They're too young." "What's too young?" "I dunno... The age of consent!" "Who picks that?" Lucad asked "I dunno! Some people!" "Why them?" "I don't know!" "What country?" "Wh... What?" "What country?" Lucas asked again. "What the fuck does it matter?!" "Is the age of consent the same everywhere?" "No!" "Why not?" Lucas asked, "If it's a moral issue then shouldn't it be the same everywhere? Let me ask you this, would it be okay to have sex with a thirteen year old boy?" "What?! No!" Donny shouted. "Well there's alot of Japanese people that disagree with you including those who set the age of consent. How about fourteen?" "No!" "Now you see, you're not gonna make many German friends with that attitude." Lucas sat back and took some time to regard donny, "You tell me then. What should the age of consent be in your opinion?" Donny thought for a moment before looking back up at Lucas, "Fifteen." That seemed like a reasonable number. That's how old he was the first time he fooled around with another boy, "Yeah. Fifteen seems okay." Lucas smiled, "Well, you would fit right in... in France." He leaned forward again, "The age of consent in this country however, is sixteen. Which I suppose makes you, in the eyes of British law at least, guilty of being, what was it you said? Dirty pedo scum?" "I'm nothing like you!" Donny groweld. "In their eyes you are." Lucas locked eyes with Donny, "In their eyes we are all the same. The 'Friendly' and 'Not Friendly'. They wouldn't make a distinction. Just like you when you attacked our hubs. Men, women and children... You murdered them all." The two men stared at each other for a long time before Lucas said, "You see how arbitrary age of consent laws are?" "Well... " Donny had to think for a moment, "... They're there for a reason." "Ah... yes. The reason. You were going to tell me what that was weren't you?" "To protect kids!" "Said the man who kills children to the man that never has." Lucas wanted to hammer this point home, "I really don't think you have a leg to stand on here." Donny just sat in silence as lucas stood up, "I'm going to leave you with the laptop. I encourage you to go through the 'not friendly' files and see for yourself how every single one of them ends with the name of the organisation you are a member of." As he left the cell and locked the door behind him he called back in, "You're on the wrong side in this. Hatay Escort Bayan You always have been." Donny sat in silent contemplation for a long time. As Lucas closed the cell door he looked at the headmaster who had been waiting quiety outside the room listening to their conversation. They walked away before speaking, "How much progress do you think you are making?" "Some." Lucas replied, "I could see in his eyes he believed that was me on the screen, even if he denied it." "Again, I'm sorry you had to relive that." The headmaster said. "It was necessary." Lucas replied, "I need him to come around... " "May i ask, why is it so important to you?" The headmaster was curious. He understood the information Donald could share would be invaluable but there seemed to be a secondary motivation for Lucas. Lucas looked at him, "Me and my brothers were amongst the last to be saved before the change. If Ant had just been a few days later... " Lucas seemed to be lost in thoughts of what might have been, "... It's just when i look at him... I can't help thinking... there but for the grace of god go I." "You are nothing like them Lucas-" "But I could have been!... ... " Lucas held the headmasters gaze, "... I... I would have been... Given the chance to avenge Linus... My god... I don't even want to think about what I would have done... The lives I would have destroyed... " The headmaster placed his hand on lucas' shoulder, "I know you. I have known you for years. You are a good man." Lucas looked into the twinkling eyes of the headmaster with his knowing smile, "Ours is not to dwell on what might have been, all we can do is live what is." Lucas smiled, "You were born to be a headmaster weren't you?" "Haha... We all have a calling in life and I was lucky enough to find mine. " The headmaster patted lucas on the back, "Come, let's enjoy a pot of tea before dinner." The two men walked to the headmasters office. ******** Anthony had finished his meal and laid some cash down on the table. As he passed the waitress on his way to the door he said, "Thank you for the meal. Please pass my compliments onto the chef." She sighed and leaned her head towards the kitchen, "Bill! Burger was good!" She glanced back at Anthony, "Happy?" Her gaze returned to her magazine. "Thanks again." Anthony smiled and left the diner. He walked across the parking lot and stopped by the vending machine just outside his rented room. After selecting his candy bar of choice he inserted his dollar bill and pressed the button. The metal spiral inside turned... then stopped without the candy bar falling, "Oh for fuck sake... " He said as he banged on the side of the machine, "Come on-" "Hey!" The gruff voice caused anthony to look at the owner of the motel standing there, "Stop that right now!" "It ate my money" Anthony explained. "I don't give a shit." The owner responded, "Don't hit my machine." He walked back into his office. "Prick." Anthony said before unlocking his door and walking into his room. As he expected the walls were paper thin and he could hear everything going on in room four. He heard the noises of a drunk man clumsily attempting to bring himself to climax mixed with the noises made by a boy who was not enjoying the experience, "Grrr... Ah!... Ahhh! T... Tony!... Ease up would ya?" "Shut up!" Came Tonys response, "Mmm... I fucking hic... paid." This went on for a few minutes. Anthony sat there and listened, stewing in his anger. He wanted to intervene but he remembered the boys instruction to stay out of his fucking business. The loud roaring of a trucks engine momentarily drowned out the moans and whimpers of pain coming from next door as headlights beamed through the window. As the truck was parked and the engine switched off the noise was replaced by hoots and hollars of a group of drunk men, "Whoo! Haha! Which one?" "Tony said four." "All right!" Anthony heard the boy in the next room ask, "What the fuck?!" "Oh yeah." Tony replied to the lad, "I invited the guys to come have some hic... fun with you haha." "No!" There was genuine fear in the boys voice, "No no no! I told you! Not after last ti-" SMACK! The unmistakable noise af a fist hitting a face, "I fucking paid! You're a hic... whore! This is what you are for and-" The door to number four opened, "- we are gonna, hey guys hic... come in and join the party! We are gonna use you like the whore you are!" The boy was crying, "No! Please! Not agai-" SMACK! "Yeah tony! Hit that slut haha!" "Aaaahhhhuhuhuhuhuhhhh... " The boy cried in anguish. Anthony had heard enough. He stood up and grabbed the small bedside table. Turning it upside down he snapped off one of the wooden legs and gripped it tightly in his hand, He hadn't been this angry in a long time. Stepping out of his room he could see the men hadn't closed the door to number four all the way after walking in there, 'No need to kick it in' He thought. As he opened the door quietly he looked into the room he assessed the situation in front of him, 'Four men. Three stood up. Backs to me. Left, snap the knee. Right, table leg to head. Middle, crush adams apple. Tony last.' In a series of swift motions he put his impromptu plan into action. Walking up behind the three standing would be rapists he brought his left foot down hard on the knee of one of them, bending it in an unnatural way causing it to break with a sickening crack, "AAAARRRRGGHHH!" He brought the table leg down onto the head of the man to his right causing him to fall to the floor as it snapped in his hand. As the middle man turned towards him he used the stump of wood still in his hand to crush his adams apple. He fell to his knees clutching his throat. Tony had climbed off of the naked boy and stood up looking at Anthony, his eyes alive with fear. Anthony strode up to him and gripped his throat, pushing him up against the wall and squeezing the mans wind pipe. Holding Tony there Anthony looked at the boy on the bed. Blood was streaming from his nose as he shivered and cried, trying desperately to cover his nakedness with the filthy duvet. Anthony looked back at Tony and growled through gritted teeth, "Ain't no room in this world for a rapist!" With his free hand he punched Tony in the face hard. Then again. Then again and again. He felt Tonys nose break then he punched him again. And again. He kneed Tony hard in the groin making sure to crush his balls before throwing the piece of shit to the floor. Anthony kicked Tony hard in the stomach a few times before stopping and looking over the four defeated arseholes, "None of you deserve to live. Lucky for you I'm not a murderer. I'll let you go... this time. But make no mistake, we'll be watching you. You are known to us now and if any of you so much as think of doing something like this again we WILL kill you. It won't be quick and it will be painful. Mark my words." He took a moment to be sure they had heard his warning. When he was certain they had he told them, "Off you fuck. One foot in front of the other, that's the trick." The men began crawling towards the door as Anthony turned his attention to the young boy sobbing on the bed. He approached the bed and sat down, his voice becoming soft and kind, "It's okay. They're not going to hurt you anymore." He reached toward the boy who cowered away, his hand stopping, "We should put some ice on that nose. Will you come with me?" The boy thought for a moment as he looked into Anthonys eyes before sniffing and nodding. Anthony smiled, "Okay then." Anthony picked up the boys backpack as the lad got dressed. They exited room four together and as the boy entered room three Anthony heard that same gruff voice, "What the fuck is going on?!" He looked to see the owner who was aghast at the scene before him. He was clearly shocked at the vision of Tony and his friends dragging themselves to their trucks. He looked at Anthony angrily, "I fucking told you not to bother the other guests! I'm calling the police!" "You don't want to do that." Anthony told him calmly. "Why?!" The owner demanded, taking his phone out of his pocket, "You gonna attack me too?!" "No, I just think it would be unwise to bring your little side hustle to the attention of law enforcement." Anthony pointed out. The owner froze, his finger hovering over the call button, "What... What the fuck are you talking about?" "It's pretty obvious you know what's going on here." Anthony indicated to the boy now sat on the bed in his room, "I mean come on. You rent rooms to these guys by the hour and ignore the young boy going in there with them? Go ahead and try to claim ignorance but they won't believe you." The owners eyes betrayed his fear, "Well... I... " He knew Anthony was right. He put his phone back in his pocket "... What do you want?" "First, a bucket of ice. Then some information." The owner regarded Anthony curiously, "What information?" "You have a reservation for tomorrow. You are going to tell me which room he will be staying in. You will give me the master key. You will not tell him about me." Anthony gave the vending machine next to him an almighty whack with his balled up fist causing the owner to jump slightly as numerous candy bars fell down to be collected, "And you will do all this now." The owner said nothing. He simply nodded and walked away. Anthony reached into the machine, grabbed the candy bars and entered his room. A few minutes later the owner knocked on the door. When Anthony opened it he took the bucket of ice and the master key as the owner said, "Seven. He'll be in seven." "Thank you. Now keep it down and don't bother me." He slammed the door in the mans face before turning to the boy, "Got the ice." "That guy's an asshole." The boy said, constantly sniffing through his hurt and bloody nose. "Yes he is." Anthony agreed as he set the bucket down by the bed. He handed the boy a few cubes. Taking the ice in his hand the boy said, "Thanks." Holding the quickly melting cubes to his nose caused him some pain. He closed his eyes tight, "Ahhhh... Fuck Tony!" "Yes. Fuck Tony." Anthony smiled, "So... I don't suppose you feel like telling me your name?" The boy opened his eyes and looked at the man that had just saved him from being gang raped a second time by Tony and his idiot friends. If he couldn't tell him then who could he tell?, "Carter... Carter Mathers." Anthony smiled kindly, "Well it is lovely to meet you Carter. Albeit under less than perfect circumstances. You want a candy bar?" Carter nodded and Anthony put all of them on the bed, "Take your pick." Carter picked up the Snickers, "Thanks... umm... " He realised he couldn't open it with his right hand holding the ice to his face. "Here." Anthony opened the wrapper for him. Carter took a bite of the now available chocolaty nutty goodness and chewed. He had been in shock. Anthony understood this and also knew Carter needed sugar and fast. Luckily for him Carter was a thirteen year old boy so he loved candy, "Good?" "Mmmhmm." Carter responded taking another bite while still chewing his first. "Alright then." Anthony said, "I have this room so you can sleep here tonight if you want. You can take the bed. I'll make do with the chair." Anthony nodded to the old armchair in the corner of the room. Carter looked from the chair to Anthonys face then back again a few times. His mind was racing, 'He shows up out of nowhere. He was weird in the diner. He saved me from Tony. He even put old man Innes in his place and now he's giving me his bed... And not even with him in it!... What is this guys deal?' After Carter didn't respond, seemingly lost in thought, Anthony assumed it must be a case of trust. Carter had clearly gone through alot, the latest incident just minutes ago, and Anthony felt the need to reassure him, "Hey... Look at me... " Carter awoke from his thoughts with a start and looked at Anthony, "I promise you are safe with me. I will protect you. I will respect you. I won't touch you without your permission." Carter couldn't help being drawn into Anthonys eyes. They held his gaze in an embrace of absolute sincerity the like of which he had never seen before from an adult, "... I... I don't get you... " Anthony was genuinely confused, "Hmm? What don't you get?" Still frowing past the ice cubes Carter said, "What... do you want?" In his experience nothing is for free and being nice meant you wanted something. Anthony looked into carters eyes and knew the pain, hurt and suffering this poor boy had endured. He leaned forward, ensuring not to invade Carters personal space, and answered honestly, "I want to help you." Carter knew those words were coming but wasn't prepared. He thought himelsf ready for anything. He thought he was a brick wall no matter what... but when he heard Anthony say that... so sincerely, so honestly... looking into the mans eyes and knowing he meant every syllable... he broke down, "I... I... " His eyes wouldn't stop watering, his expression became pure pain, he sobbed as he laid his head in Anthonys lap and cried loudly. Anthony thought for just a second, 'He hasn't given me permission... ' His hand faltered for a moment as Carter wailed louder, 'He needs this.' He placed his hand lightly on the crying boys head and stroked his medium length blonde hair. If it were curly it could have been Theos hair..., "You're a good boy... You're a good boy... " Carter cried even harder, his free hand clawing at Anthonys shirt. Anthonys other hand rubbed Carters back as his own tears began, "... You're a good boy... " Carter sobbed himself to sleep in Anthonys lap. ******** Donny Knox had clicked on dozens of the 'not friendly' files and skipped to the end of all of them. Sure enough as Lucas had said they all ended with the same message proclaiming the content to be a product of the 'not friendly'. He had seen the faces of the boys in the videos and recognised some as his fellow 'not friendly' soldiers and others he didn't recognise. Some though... Some he knew the faces of. Not their faces in the videos as children but as the adults they grew to be... the adults he had killed, '... Fuck... ' It was slowly beginning to dawn on him that maybe... just maybe... Lucas was right. Upstairs in the headmasters study the subject of conversation hadn't changed, "It would help if we knew someone who had been in a similar situation." Lucas was thinking out loud. "You yourself were one of their victims." The headmaster pointed out. "That's not what I mean." Lucas replied, "I mean someone who knew nothing about the Escort Hatay 'friendly' then came into our world... " "You think that would help?" The headmaster asked. "I do." Lucas finished his tea, "Perhaps if we knew someone with that perspective we could gain some insight into his mindset. If we understand that, we can understand him... " The two men sat in contemplative silence for a few seconds before both having the same thought at the same time. They looked at each other and in the same moment they both said the same thing... "Hibbs!" ******** The dinner bell rang waking Charlie and Seb from their naps. The boys dressed and joined the other first years on their way to the mess hall. When they arrived they were stopped at the door by Mr. Walker and the headmaster, "Good evening boys." The headmaster said before looking at seb, "How are you feeling Carver?" Seb smiled, "I'm okay sir. Hungry haha." "Good." The headmaster loved to see Seb was okay, "It's lasagne tonight. I know how you love that." "Yesss!" Seb really did love lasagne. The headmaster chuckled, "You go and sit down, Mr. Walker and I have something to discuss with Hibbs here." The two boys exchanged a curious look then shrugged. Seb went into the mess hall leaving Charlie alone with Mr. Walker and the headmaster. Mr. Walker spoke first, "Hibbs... We have something to ask you." "Sir?" The two men shared a look before the headmaster spoke, "Hibbs, you know about our guest in the basement." Charlies expression became stern, "... Yeah." "Well... We think that perhaps... " The headmaster rarely struggled to find the right words but here he was having some difficulty, "Hmmm... " He looked at Mr. Walker. "We were wondering if, maybe, you would consider helping us with him?" Mr. Walker said. Charlie was a little confused, "Help? How?" "Well... We think that perhaps hearing from you about your experience with us, with coming to Rockstaff and joining the world of the 'friendly', you may be able to connect with him on a level we can't." Mr. Walker explained, "Hearing from someone like himself may bring him around to-" "Someone like himself?!" Charlie was incensed, "You think I'm like him?!" "No! No no no that's not what I mean." Mr. Walker could have worded that better. "That's what it sounds like!" The very idea that they could think he was in any way like that piece of shit made Charlie furious. The headmaster leaned down and placed his hand on Charlies shoulder, "Of course we are not saying that. You and he are nothing alike. We just think that your experience and perspective may help us understand him a little better. You don't have to do this if you don't want to and you don't have to give us your answer now." The headmaster gave him a kind smile. Charlies expression softened a little, "... I... I'll think about it." "Thank you." The headmaster stood back up, "Go and enjoy your dinner." "Sir." Charlie walked into the mess hall and sat next to seb at the first years table. As he sat down Seb was reaching for some garlic bread and placing a piece on his and Charlies plates. Garlic bread always went fast and he wanted to make sure Charlie got some, "Hey. So what was that about?" Charlie glanced around the table quickly before responding, "Oh err... Nothing. Thanks for grabbing me some garlic bread." Seb frowned, "...That's... Okay... " He knew that look. It wasn't nothing but Charlie couldn't talk about it. Not here. Not now. The boys ate their dinners and as they finished they got up and left the table to return to their dorms or common rooms for the evening. Aaron stood up and called over to Seb, "Hey dude. We'll be in the common room when you're ready to cum." Seb smiled, "Thanks. I won't be long." He really loved lasagne and had just put a third helping on his plate. Charlie waited with Seb and was impressed by how much he was able to eat, "Seriously man, I have no idea how you can eat all that haha." Seb chuckled, "Lasagane is my favourite food haha." He finished his last bite and swallowed, "Mmm... delicious. Okay let's go." The two boys walked back to their dorm and were about to enter the common room when Charlie said, "I need to take a piss." "Oh, yeah. Me too." Seb replied and the two of them walked the length of the corridor to the bathroom. Charlie had entered one of the stalls and relieved himself before flushing and opening the door again to find seb standing there, "Okay. Tell me." "Huh?" Charlie knew what Seb was asking about but tried to feign ignorance, "Tell you what?" Seb raised his eyebrows, "Really?" Charlie knew Seb wasn't going to let this go. If he didn't tell him it would just play on Sebs mind causing him the very stress Charlie wanted to avoid by not telling him. He sighed, "... Okay. I... I didn't want to say anything cos I didn't want to upset you but... " He told Seb all about that day he followed Mr. Walker into the basement and discovered the man they were holding prisoner there finishing with, "... and now they want me to talk to him. They think since i was new to all this that maybe I could help him understand us. You know, like an outsider coming into the world of the 'friendly'." Seb listened quietly and thoughtfully before responding, "Hmmm... Okay... Are you gonna do it?" Charlie shrugged, "I... I don't know." "Hmmm... " Seb was thinking again, "Well, they said you could take some time to decide right?" Charlie nodded, "Okay then. Just forget about it for now and decide later. Come on, the guys are probably wondering where we are." The two of them left the bathroom, neither of them aware that Aaron had been in the next stall, shaking with rage and sobbing silently as he heard every word Charlie had said. ******** Anthony held his phone to his ear and listened to the ringing before Baxters voice answered with the question, "He got there early?" "No." Anthony replied, "That's all in hand but this is about something else. I may need to arrange a pickup." "For yourself?" "No. A boy. He could use our help." "Okay. We can do that. I'll have someone come out to meet you tomorrow-" "I said i MAY need to arrange a pickup." Anthony interrupted him, "I still don't know if he wants to be brought in yet." "I see... What's his name?" "Carter Mathers." "Age?" "I'd guess about thirteen." "Family?" "No idea." "Alright. I'll keep a man on standby just in case. Let me know." "I will. Thanks Cedric." "Anything for you old friend." Anthony hung up the phone and turned around. Walking back into his room he was surprised to see Carter standing there having listened to his conversation, "Who were you talking to about me?" The boy asked, his tone accusatory. "A friend of mine." Anthony explained, "Remember those places I told you about? Where you could live and be safe? Well, he runs one of them and i was asking if you could go and live there with them-" "I didn't ask for that!" Carter snapped. "I know." Anthony replied calmly, "I offered, that's all." "And what if I don't wanna go?!" Anthony said simply, "Then you don't have to." This surprised Carter. He wasn't used to having his wishes respected or even taken into account, especially by an adult, "Oh... " He thought for a moment before asking, "When you beat up those guys... You said, 'we will be watching'. Who's we?" Anthony smiled, "Let's sit down and I'll explain." The two of them sat on the bed, "We call ourselves the 'friendly'... " It was a long explanation. Carter listened quietly as Anthony explained all about the world of the 'friendly', who they are, what they believe, what they do. The boy was stunned that such people existed, "Wow... That's... Wow... " Was all he could say. "Yep." Anthony chuckled, "Amazing what is right under the surface isn't t?" "I'll say... " Carter looked at Anthony, "I've been doing this since I ran away from home a couple years ago and I ain't ever had a man wanna suck MY dick." "Really?" Now anthony was surprised, "Not once?" Carter shook his head, "Well then, you can't have met many good men." "Yeah... "Carter looked glum. "Wait... So you've never had a blowjob from anyone?" Again Carter shook his head, "Would you like one?" Carter looked at Anthony and blinked a few times. He was sure he had misheard, "Huh?" "Would you like a blowjob?" Anthony repeated himself. Carter hadn't misheard, "Err... From who?" Anthony chuckled, "From me silly." "Really?" "Yes." Carter looked down at the floor. A coy smile on his face he just couldn't hide, "Ummm... I dunno." "That's okay. You don't have to say yes just to be polite-" "No! No that's not it umm... I want to but... " Carters voice trailed off as his gaze returned to the floor. "I'm sorry?" Anthony said, "I didn't catch that. The boy looked back up at Anthony, "How much will it cost me?" Anthonys heart broke, "Oh... Oh you poor... Nothing. It will cost you nothing. It would be my pleasure." Carter went to say something but Anthony knew what it was so cut him off, "And no, saying yes to a blowjob doesn't mean you have to go and live at that place I told you about." Carter nodded and thought over Anthonys offer. He had always wondered what all the fuss was about when it came to having your dick sucked. All the men that hired him seemed to love it but he couldn't see how it would be much different from jerking off. He looked at Anthony who was waiting patiently for his answer while regarding him with kind eyes and a soft smile, 'He's a really nice guy... I think... I think I can trust him... Ahh fuck it. What have I got to lose?' "Okay." Carter said with a smile. Anthonys own smile widened, "Yeah? You want me to do that for you?" Carter nodded, "Alright then. Slip out of those clothes and lie baxk on the bed." Carter hesitated, "What's wrong? We don't have to do this if you're unsure-" "No I will I just... Can I keep my shirt on?" Carter had only ever been naked with men that hired him. He didn't want to think of Anthony in that way so not being completely nude would set this experience apart in his mind, "Would that be okay?" "Of course." Anthony assured him, "However you feel comfortable." Carter slipped off his jeans and boxers revealing his quickly stiffening teen boy cock. As instructed he lay down on the bed, his breathing quickening a little. He was nervous and Anthony picked up on it, "Hey, you will be fine. You don't have to do anything. Just lay back, relax and let me do all the work. okay?" "Okay." Cater lay still. Anthony knelt down beside the bed and wrapped his fingers around the boys hard shaft. Carter breathed in deeply at the touch, letting it out in a large sigh. Anthony moved his head down and brought his face to the boys crotch. He sniffed deeply, "Mmmm... " He loved that smell. The sweet smell of a young teenage boy in heat. Time to taste him. Anthony playfully licked around the head of Carters cut cock causing the boy to shudder a little. After he had teased the lad enough he sucked the dick into his mouth and went to work. Carter closed his eyes as Anthony began to move his mouth up and down on his dick expertly timing his sucking. This being something he had never felt before Carter was beside himself, "Oh... Ooohhhh... Oh fuck!" His hands moved of their own accord to anthonys head as it continued to bob up and down. His hips began to move on their own too, keeping in time with Anthonys technique, "Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Electric jolts of pleasure rippled through his whole body. He had never felt anything like this before. He couldn't control the whimpers and moans he was making. Anthony recognised those noises well. He knew the boy was enjoying it. It was time for the big finish. Sucking even faster Anthony made sure to tease the sensitive tip with his tongue as he went causing Carter to go wild, "Oh fuck! Ohhh fuck! Oh fuuuaaaaahhhh!" Carters whole body bucked as Anthonys mouth became the first to bring him to climax, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Spurts of hot, sweet boy cum filled Anthonys mouth as he continued to suck it right out of the shaft, "Aaaahhhhh!" God he tasted delicious. Once he was certain he had taken all the cream the boy could give Anthony let the softening member slip from his mouth and he swallowed. He raised his head back up to look over the boy as he enjoyed his sexual high. He smiled knowing it was him that made Carter feel this good. He waited patiently for Carters euphoria to pass as the lad slowly came back to reality. When he finally opened his eyes again Anthony asked, "You enjoy that?" Carter looked at him and smiled widely, "Oh my god... " Anthony chuckled, "Yeah. I get that reaction alot haha." "I bet you do haha." Carter laughed himself before seemingly realising something, "Oh goddammit!" "What's wrong?" Carter looked into Anthonys eyes, "I've been charging twenty bucks for that for years... " "So?" Anthony wasn't sure what the boy was getting at. "So?! So I should have been charging WAY more! I've been selling myself cheap!" "Hehe... Hehehahahahahaha!" Anthony couldn't help laughing hard. Carter couldn't help joining in. ******** Seb and Charlie had walked into the common room and sat down in a couple of bean bags. They chatted and laughed with the other boys for about ten minutes while they waited for... They didn't know what, "Hey guys?" Seb asked the room, "What are we waiting for?" Caleb answered, "Aaron. He knows what each of the guys will be doing for you." Caleb thought for a moment, "Actually, he should have been back by now... " "Where did he go?" Seb asked. "He said he needed to use the bathroom." Caleb explained. Sebs eyes went wide as he looked at Charlie, "You don't think... " Charlies eyes matched those of Seb as he realised the same thing, "He heard us talking about... Oh fuck!" The two of them shot up from their bean bags and made for the door, ignoring the other boys asking what was wrong. Out in the hallway they sprinted as fast as they could towards the basement door. Down in the basement Aaron stared at the cell door. His hand shook as he reached for the large metal catch that held it locked. It slid open with a loud thunk. Donny Knox looked at his cell door as he heard the noise of it being unlocked. He fully expected to see Lucas standing there so was surprised when it opened and instead he saw a young boy with tanned skin, black hair and big almond eyes. His face was tear stained as he spoke through gritted teeth, "I just wanna know one thing... " Donny looked at the sharp knife being gripped tightly in the boys hand as the lads whole body shook with rage, his eyes burning with pure hatred. Aaron stepped into the cell and closer to donny as their eyes met, "... You ever been to Vietnam?!" AUTHORS NOTE: Hey all. I had so much fun writing this one! Can you tell? Lol. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I liked writing it. Have a lovely day. Edgar Friendly