GRAMPS TAXI

Part 1 [05/19/2000]

The flight to Indy was as uneventful as it could be and I was glad to get to the hotel. It was too late to have dinner so after checking in I decided to go to the bar for a night cap before turning in. I had quite a full day scheduled and I wanted to make sure I had a good nights rest. The bar was pretty lean, even for a Tuesday evening, but I really didn't mind. I had my lecture on my mind so I downed a quick couple of beers then went back to my room. After taking one last review of my notes I began to prepare for bed. I could never sleep right in a hotel room because of the way the beds are made. I had become accustomed to ripping apart the bed just to make it more comfortable. I took all the pillows off the second double bed and made a little nest for me to sleep in and off I went. My presentation didn't start until 9am so I had lots of time when I awoke to get ready. I had a nice long shower, shaved and got dressed. I left my things in the room and went downstairs for the complimentary breakfast. It was still only 6:30 when I got to the courtyard restaurant. I grabbed a paper off the trolley, picked up a cup of coffee and some eggs and toast and sat down for breakfast. All in all it was the sort of morning that I enjoyed; no fuss, lots of time to get where I needed to be and nobody around to bother me. It was what I liked to do so that I could get myself into the "zone". My zone was the state of mind that I put myself into so that I could present a flawless presentation. I was very good at it and when it went well I often celebrated by taking a couple of extra days and just relaxing.

After breakfast I went back to my room and collected my notes and presentation materials and took one last look at the directions. I had about an hour and a half to get to the site and it was only about 40 minutes away. Lots of time.

The taxi that I had asked for the night before was waiting for me when I got to the lobby entrance. The driver was sitting inside and made no effort to get out and open the door for me so I just hopped in the backseat. I slid my briefcase and laptop across the seat as I entered. I closed the door and looked ahead to greet the driver. He had his head turned halfway towards me and welcomed me to his cab.

"Mornin' sir, a great day were having, isn't it?. "And where will you be going on this fine morning? He had a midwestern accent and the words rolled off his tongue like honey. The pitch of his voice was low and he ended every sentence with a whimsical tone. All of that wouldn't have mattered squat but when I looked up and saw his face I about gasped out loud. He was fair skinned and had snow white hair sticking out from under a baseball cap. He was about 60ish and from the shoulders up he looked amazing. I have a certain mental image of a man when I close my eyes and this guy was so close to being a perfect match that it was scary.

He smiled at me as he awaited my response. I stared into his bright blue eyes and told him where I needed to go. "I'll have you there in 30 minutes" he said as he put the car in drive and sped off. My "zone" was completely shot to hell and I knew it. I tried my best not to look at him so that I could get my mind back on my presentation but everytime he spoke I found it impossible not to oblige him with an answer.

"Where are you from?" he asked. "Toronto" I responded. I proceded to tell him that I was in town for a few days on business. He asked me about my work and we spoke back and forth for a few more minutes on the subject. Every once in a while he would turn his head and glance back at me and each time my heart would beat faster. He had a twinkle in his eyes that I found completely irresistible. His rounded little nose and smooth lips danced every time he spoke. I moved a bit towards the center of the seat so that I could see him in the rear view mirror but after he caught me staring at him, I got embarrassed and moved back to the side. I looked at his hands as he drove and found myself getting aroused as I imagined his big manly hands carressing my body. Besides a wonderful face, there is nothing more sensual than a mans hands. Images of him gently stroking my body ran through my head and the more I thought about it the more aroused I became. I was finding it increasingly more and more difficult to speak without giving away the fact that I was excited. When the car turned into the meeting site I couldn't believe that 35 minutes had gone by. It seemed to only take a few minutes. The driver pulled up to the door and stopped. He immediately got out and walked around to the side door, opening it for me. I gathered my things and climbed out of the car. The driver was standing beside the open door, holding it for me. As I exited he extended his hand and offered his help. I declined the offer saying, "it's okay, I got it". I responded before I had a chance to think about the fact that I would have an opportunity to put my hand in his.

I set my things on the curb and reached in my pocket for the cab fare. It was 26 dollars so I gave him two twenty dollar bills and told him to keep the change. My expense account would take care of the fare so I could afford to be generous. Besides, I had an ulterior motive. I wanted him to return so I asked him if he wouldn't mind picking me up at the end of the day. I would be done at about 4:30 and would need a ride back to the hotel. "I only work until 2pm and I have to turn in the car but if you don't mind I can meet you here at 4:30 and take you back to your hotel. That is if you don't mind riding in my personal vehicle." "That would be fantastic; I'll see you around 4:30. I might be a bit longer but I will do my best to be here on time" "Don't worry, I don't have anything else to do and if you're late don't worry about it; I'll just sit here and wait for you." He bid me goodbye and goodluck. I watched his stocky five and a half foot frame as he walked back to the drivers side and got into the car. I waved goodbye as he drove off and all I could think of was that I didn't take his hand when he offered. I was cursing myself as I went into the building. The receptionist was very friendly and welcomed me to Indianapolis. She called my contact and soon I was escorted to the meeting room where the presentation would take place.

The presentation was broken down into 4 segments; two in the morning and two in the afternoon. We would take a 30 minute lunch and finish at 4:30. Normally my presentations were upbeat and I always had a good time. I had been doing this for years and learned early on that if you kept things light and interjected as much humour as possible, you had a pretty good chance of keeping people awake. Most of the time. Today was different though; all I could think of was the cab driver. The sight of his ass as he walked away from me, his hands on the steering wheel, the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled.......my mind just kept wandering. The morning sessions were running a bit longer than they should have so I planned on speeding up the afternoon sessions. The first thing I did was insist on making sure lunch didn't take longer than 30 minutes. Since it was an eat in lunch it was easy enough to do. The afternoon sessions started off at a quick pace but we got bogged down during question and answer period. At 4:15 it looked like we were going to be at least another hour so I started defering questions and with all my efforts we finished at about 10 to 5. I was in a big panic because I didn't want to miss my ride. After all the thank-yous and parting comments, it was a little after 5 when I finally made it to the lobby. I said goodbye to the receptionist and went outside. I frantically scanned the parking lot for my taxi man but I couldn't see him anywhere. My heart sank as I realized that he must have gotten tired of waiting and left.

Disappointed and angry, I went back inside to call a cab. I asked the receptionist if she could give me the number of a cab. "Oh, I'm sorry, there was a taxi here for you about an hour ago and I told him that you wouldn't be finished for a while so he told me that he was going for coffee but he'd be back at 5:30." I was revitalized with hope that I might still get to see the man again. I checked my watch and it was 5:25 so I thanked the receptionist and went back outside. I fixed my gaze on the entrance way. Every time a car went by my heart would beat a little faster until finally the right one pulled in. Even from a distance I could see that it was the taxi man. He pulled up to the curb and leaned over to unlock the front door.

I opened the door and stooped down to look in. "Hello, thanks for waiting for me". "Throw your stuff in the back and jump in". I did as he said and soon we were off.

"By the way, my name is Bert. Albert really, but everyone calls me Bert. What do they call you when dinners ready?". I laughed and told him my name was Don. "I really appreciat you taking the time to get me back to my hotel; its a bit out of the way and I would probably have had to wait forever for a cab." "No problem, I'm glad to help. You seem like a nice young man". I appreciated being called a young man even though I was almost 40.

On the ride back to the hotel we made idle chatter but I got to feast my eyes on his gorgeous frame. He had a nice little belly that strained against his shirt and threatened to spill over his belt. He sat with his knees apart and I could see the fullness in his crotch. Everytime he had to step on the break I made a point of checking out the subtle change in his crotch. It was the most erotic 35 minute drive that I had ever taken. But it was just that; a short drive that was all too soon over. We arrived at my hotel and he pulled up to the front entrance and stopped.

"Thank you very much for the ride. How much do I owe you?" I felt a little funny about asking for the fare price and began to reach for some cash. Forty dollars would be a good fare and as I extended it to Bert he held up his hand. "No bother and no charge, I enjoyed your company and appreciated the talk." I reluctantly put the money back in my pocket. "At least let me buy you a drink and if its ok with you we can chat over a drink". I knew I was pushing my luck but I really didn't want to let him go and I felt obligated to thank him somehow. "That would be fine, I'll park the car while you put your things in your room. I'll meet you in the bar." I took my things from the back seat and closed the doors. Bert drove off to the parking lot while I raced to my room. I threw my things on the bed. I whipped off my jacket and tie and kicked off my shoes without untying them. As fast as I could I took off my pants and underwear and then put my pants back on. I wanted to be as naked as possible for my drink with Bert. I was getting aroused just thinking about it and I loved the feel of my cock when it wasn't restrained by underwear.

When I got to the bar, Bert was sitting at the corner and already had a drink in front of him. I joined him kitty corner to his position. He asked me what I would like and I asked him what he was having. "Bourbon and 7" he said. "Sounds good to me" and I ordered the same.

We stayed at the bar and had a few drinks before I noticed that it was already 7:30. I was afraid that Bert might soon have to go so I asked him if he was hungry. He had told me earlier that he lived alone so I knew he didn't have a wife or anything to go home to but he had not given any indication that he was gay so I had to choose my words carefully. Besides, I was content with spending some time with him. I was really glad when he agreed to have dinner with me. There was a good restaurant in the hotel so we decided to eat there.

During dinner he told me about his taxi driving job. He was retired from his regular profession as a lab technician. He had worked in a hospital for 40 years and retirement was too boring so he started driving cab a few hours a day. It gave him something to do and it wasn't hard. During dinner he took a bite of his dinner roll and a small crumb stuck to his upper lip. It was a tiny crumb but it stuck there throughout dinner. I didn't say anything because it was actually sexy because everytime he spoke it accentuated his lip movements. I sometimes lost track of what he was saying because I was fixated on his lips. What a great meal. We had another drink or two with dinner and finished off with an after dinner drink. All tolled we had about 6 or 7 drinks in the course of three hours. I charged dinner to my room and suggested that we go back to the bar for one last drink. Bert thought that was a good idea.

On our way back to the bar Bert put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a little hug. "Thanks for dinner, it was great". "You're welcome" I responded through my crackling voice. His arm felt so nice around my shoulders. I wanted to reach down and grab his ass but I would need a lot more alcohol before I would dare to do something so bold. If he hadn't looked so gorgeous I wouldn't have thought twice about doing it in a playful gesture but I knew if I tried it would be to sexual an advance.

Back at the bar we ordered a couple of drinks and as we got close to finishing I asked Bert if he thought it was a good idea to drive home. "I have lots of room in my room and there are two beds. You should stay the night. Besides, if you do, there is free breakfast in the morning". Then in a joking tone I added; "I promise not to attack you". Bert just chuckled at my comments which was a good thing. He thought about it for a couple of minutes and then said; "That's a good idea. Now we can have another drink." He pushed his empty glass toward the bartender then turned to me and added; "I can't make the same promise though". He looked straight at me without a hint of a smile and held that look for a few seconds before a broad grin appeared. I began to giggle when he started to grin. Had he only known how he was tearing me up with his teasing!

We finished our last drink and I reached over and placed my hand on his knee. "I'm ready for bed, let's go." I removed my hand when Bert looked down at it as if to ask why I had it there. We walked to the elevator and rode up to the 6th floor. My heart was pounding as I became more and more anxious about having Bert share my room. My room was in total disarray when we walked in. I quickly tidied up by moving my things off the bed.

"Do you have any preference of which bed you want?" I asked. "Which one do you want" he responded. "I slept in this one last night so I guess I'll take this one again" "Good; I'll take that one too. I haven't slept with anyone for a long time and it might be nice just to have a warm body next to me for a change. If it's ok with you, that is." "It's fine with me, as long as you don't mind my snoring."

I turned down the covers and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned to the room, Bert was in his underwear, standing by the bed. His chest was covered with wooly white hair and his stomach was hiding the underwear band. My eyes almost came out of their sockets. I was still dressed so I started to get undressed while Bert made his way to the bathroom. I was undressed and in bed, completely naked, when Bert returned. He slid into bed beside me and lay on his back. I reached up and turned off the light but the room was still illuminated by outside lights. I could clearly see Bert as he lay his head on the pillow. I was horny as hell and my cock was pushing up on the blankets. I made no attempt to disquise my condition and actually hoped that Bert would notice.

I had to swallow before saying goodnight. "Goodnight Bert, thanks for a great evening". "Goodnight" he replied then added; "Do you mind if I give you a little hug, goodnight?" This time I needed to swallow before answering but the combination of alcohol and my extreme nervous anxiety made it impossible. My mouth was so dry that my response came out as a hoarse cry, "Okay".

Bert rolled over toward me and I could see his arm coming toward me. I closed my eyes and waited in delirious anticipation of his touch.

Part 2 [05/21/2000]

When Bert rolled towards me he lifted the blankets enough so that they no longer were in contact with my skin. The absence of the feel of the warm clean sheets made me feel even more naked. When he lifted the blankets up to give himself room to move it forced air into the bed which made the bed feel a bit cooler. I don't know if it was the cool air rushing in or the anticipation of having Bert put his arm around me, but I found myself covered in goosebumps. My instinctive reaction was to seek a source of heat. As Bert turned toward me I made a half turn toward him, shivering and twisting on my pillow.

Bert's face was about a foot away when I finished turning toward him. His arm fell like a giant oak onto my side then bent down to enclose me. The blanket dropped down as his arm touched down, rewarming the bed. The crispness of the clean sheet felt wonderful as it settled onto my naked skin. I turned my hips further toward Bert, brushing my hips against the sheet. The only place where the sheet wasn't touching my skin was where Bert had rested his arm. There, the warmth was most intense. The goosebumps dissolved under the weight of his meaty forearm. He was so gently that the weight of his arm was disguised. He let his hand settle on my side just past the edge of my bicep. I could feel his splayed fingers tighten as he pressed his fingertips against my side. As he slid his hand down my side and across my back he drew small circles with the tips of his fingers. Each circle erased the tension in me and as he moved I became more and more relaxed. We were still a foot away from each other when Bert reached the extent of his reach with his arm. I was curled up slightly so that my knees touched Bert's. I was looking at him as events unfolded. He had his eyes open but the twinkle was gone. Instead, he had a distant look in his eyes. He simple stared at me without a smile or even a hint of emotion. When he reached the end of his reach he let his arm relax for a few seconds. His eyes closed and the first hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. When he reopened his eyes, the twinkle was back. Moisture appeared in his eyes which wet his eyelids and made them glisten. The wetness on his eyelids made them stick together, giving the appearance of a starburst.

I pulled my knees up for a split second, putting pressure against his knees then I relaxed and began to straighten out my legs so that I could move closer to Bert. When my knees were separated from his he closed his eyes again but this time he kept them closed. He applied a little pressure to the small of my back with his hand and began to draw more little circles with his fingertips. I lifted my head and moved it forward until I was only about 6 inches from Bert's face. This gave me the positioning I needed to move my body. Lifting my hips, I pushed them forward about half way to Bert then lifted my torso and pulled it forward as well. Again I could feel the silky softness of the sheets as they glided over my skin. I was in the center of the bed now and close enough to Bert that I could feel the heat from his body. I knew he was still in his underwear and I had no idea what to expect next. For all I knew he was apt to say goodnight, roll over and go to sleep. He still hadn't made any outright indications that he was gay. He was very masculine and even though his touch was very gentle, he was allowing me to make all the moves. My heart was pounding as I got closer to him. It was adventurous and frieghtening and exciting all at the same time.

When Bert finally opened his eyes he looked at me and smiled. I knew then. His smile was wide but his lips were closed. His eyes wrinkled as did his face as he held his closed mouth smile. He could not have looked any more handsome. He looked sweet enough to eat. It was at this point that I moved my hand up to touch him. I placed my hand on the center of his chest amidst his chest hair. I flattened my hand against him and half grasped the hair then moved it up until my hand was on the side of his neck. His skin was hot to the touch as I slowly slid my hand around the back of his neck. He continued to open and close his eyes each time I move my hand. Everything was very slow and deliberate until I reached the back of his head. I ran my fingers through his hair which was soft like baby hair. The back of his head had a bumpy crown which fit into the small of my hand. Holding it there I pulled him forward as I lifted my head and moved toward him.

Our body positions didn't change as we moved closer. Bert's eyes were closed when we met. I pressed my lips against the end of his nose and gave it a small kiss. Bert lifted his head up and we were eye to eye. He opened his eyes again and I felt his hand as it moved a few inches up my back until it was between my shoulder blades. I thought I was going to die. The reality was so intense that I had to close my eyes to refocus. When our lips met, Bert was in control. He moved his hand up further on my back until he was able to reach the back of my head. He was breathing heavily through his nose as he began planting small kisses on my lips.

As our kissing escalated into an open mouth kiss we moved our bodies together. The moment my chest came into contact with Bert's it was like a static charge. I could feel every hair on his chest come into contact one at a time with my almost hairless chest. His chest hair was soft and wooly but I could feel it crushing against me as if it were a million separate sensations. Once our torsos were together, Bert moved his hand down to the small of my back then onto my butt cheeks. I hadn't realized how large his hands were until he put them on my ass. His one hand covered almost all of both cheeks. Reaching slightly under my ass he pulled up and in, sliding my hips the final few inches toward him. He continued to drag me across the bed until his crotch was ground into mine. Since I was naked, my cock which was sticking straight out, was forced up against his abdomen. He still had his underwear on but I could feel his cock up against me.

Our kissing became more intense now as we exchanged tongues. Bert still had the taste of Bourbon in his mouth which, sweetened by his saliva, created a delectible treat. He was a great kisser. I loved the way he looked and as we kissed I rubbed my hands all over his face and head while he massaged my back and ass.

The bed was quite firm so Bert had little difficulty getting his upper leg up and over me, enclosing me in his crotch. I was trapped in his grip now and loving every minute of it. He began to rock back and forth with me as we kissed until he was actually rolling me back and forth, on and off my back. He moved his hand off me and rolled me onto my back one more time. But this time he rolled over on top of me. He broke off our kissing long enough to move up on top of me. He was on his hands and knees looking down at me with the most devilish of grins on his face.

"I hope you won't be disappointed. I haven't had an erection in years but I still enjoy sex." "I take high blood pressure medicine and it makes it hard for me to get a hardon".

He confessed his limitation with humiliation and he waited for my response as if he expected me to throw him out of bed or something. Nothing could have been further from the truth. His embarrassment over his condition and the fact that he felt he had to tell me was pure endearment. He was looking down at me with all the anticipation of a child about to embark on a ride at disneyland. I didn't say anything to him but just reached up and with both hands wrapped around his head I pulled his lips to mine and gave him a kiss. Breaking off I said to him, "If this is all I ever have it is more than I could ever have expected." "You are wonderful just the way you are." Bert seemed a bit perplexed for a second or two then he lifted up his arms and moved them to his hips, sliding his underwear down to his knees. He was a bit awkward but managed to get them down to his ankles and kick them off as he repositioned himself on top of me. As he was moving back down on top of me I could see that he had quite and impressive cock, even though it wasn't hard.

Staying in his knees, Bert began planting kisses on my neck and chest. As he worked his way down my torso I pulled a second pillow under my head to prop it up so that I could watch him in action and also to get a glimpse of his cock as it dangled from his crotch. I couldn't wait to get a closer look at it but for now I would enjoy Bert's descent to my throbbing cock.

When Bert got below my bellybutton he stuck his hands under my ass and lifted me up as if to eat me like a watermellon. He bypassed my cock and started licking my balls. His tongue darted out and went down past my balls almost to my asshole then he would slowly lick up to my balls, lifting them and letting them drop back down. Each time he repeated he would get closer and closer to my ass hole. He lifted me up a bit higher, prompting me to bend my legs until my knees were pulled full forward. Bert then moved his hands until they were together then pulled my ass cheeks apart. I could feel the cool air as it hit my exposed asshole. He stuck out his tongue and the tip of it hit my exposed hole, wetting it and warming it. He tickled my hole with his tongue then stroked up to my balls again. Each time the end of his tongue touched my hole I went crazy with delight. He couldn't do much more because of the extreme angle but he was able to force the tip of his tongue far enough into my ass for me to feel the pressure and each time he retracted he would lick up past the base of my balls then across my sac, separating each ball. My cock was aching, it wanted attention so badly.

Bert was ending one of his passes at my hole when I felt him drop my ass to the bed as he licked his way up to my balls. That was the signal that he was moving on to the next step. He licked his way up my balls then licked the underside of my cock all the way to the tip. When he got to the tip of my cock he stopped, then licked it repeatedly on the underside. It tickled and made me gyrate my hips in response. His tongue tickling continued until I was struggling to get away from it even though it felt wonderful. Reaching with his hand he took hold of my cock and wrapped his fingers around it. He squeezed it gently and while continuing to hold it he pulled it forward toward him and dropped his mouth onto it, stopping when he hit his hand. He pressed his mouth against his hand and moved both of them in unison up and down my cock until it was engorged. Then he removed his hand, allowing him to take the rest of my cock into his mouth. I was as hard as I had ever been and he had no trouble swallowing all of my cock. I could feel my knob as it struck the back of his mouth and slid further on down into his throat. He had me to the point of cumming but I didn't want to cum just yet so I reached down and clasped his head in my hands and pulled him up to me. He knew what that meant and after a few more thrusts he let my cock free from its onslaught.

When Bert settled back down onto me his cock struck the base of my balls. I couldn't tell for sure but it sure felt like it was hardening. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to add any stress to the situation. I put my legs about half way back down so that I could squeeze his cock into my crevice. It was good and slick from all the licking so his cock slid easily into place.

I was pleasantly surprized when Bert found the nestling place and started to pump his cock in and out of the juicy crevice. He was getting hard and I could feel his cock as it stiffened, rubbing against my balls and ass. Bert didn't say anything either but his kissing was more intense now and I suspected that he was just as thrilled as I was that he was getting hard. The feel of Bert's cock between my legs was so erotic that I knew I would be able to last much longer so I had to do something quick. If I came I didn't think Bert would be able to sustain his erection. We had long since kicked off all the blankets so that we were fully exposed and it wasn't too hard for me to indicate my intentions. Bert followed my lead as I twisted myself around in the bed until I was under his crotch and he was still on his hands and knees over my cock in an up and down 69.

His cock wasn't hard as a rock but it was definitely hard. His balls were hanging down a good three inches as I stared up at his package. His cock must have been huge when completely hard because it was at least 7 inches long and big around as a toilet paper tube. His uncut knob was slightly rounder than the shaft and it dangled down until it passed my cheek. I had to turn my head sideways to get at it. It was still all wet from rubbing it between my legs.

I reached up and put my arms around Bert's waist and lifted my head up onto his cock as he plunged his mouth down onto mine. It took me several strokes to get all of it into my mouth but eventually I was able to get it in me to the point where his balls were resting on my face with each stroke. I was getting really close to cumming when Bert broke off his sucking and reached around with his tongue to lick my ass hole one more time. This elevated the intensity of his actions and prompted him to thrust his hips down, forcing his cock into me. I hadn't been able to get his cock down to the root and when he thrust down he forced it the last inch or two into me. He held his cock into me while he repositioned himself onto my cock. I could feel his cock as it pryed open my throat. I had never felt that before and it felt strange but erotic. I could actually feel the head of his cock as it forced open my throat. I didn't even gag, which surprised me.

Bert continued to stroke up and down on my cock and pulled his cock out of my throat. I could tell that it was harder and longer than before. It had actually gotten bigger and I was amazed that I was able to continue to get it in me. But I didn't have to worry about trying because Bert gave another thrust and again he forced it all the way in me then held it there. He was sucking on me hard now and I knew I was about to cum. Even though Bert has forced his cock down into me as far as he could there was still some resistance from my end as I fought to keep him out. So I tightened my grip on his hips and pulled up as hard as I could, forcing the last millimeter of his cock into me and holding it there. My nose was burined in his balls and I only had a few seconds of breath left when I felt his cum sliding down my throat. I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot three or four squirts of cum into me. The last one was shot while he retracted slightly and it hit my gag reflex and made me gag. Spit and cum shot out of my mouth and all over his balls. I made a couple of gags which put pressure on my whole body which happened just as I was about to cum. The result was I came in an explosion and even Bert wasn't prepared for it and had to come off my cock for a second to regroup.

Bert dove back down onto my cock and slammed into my groin as I finished cumming. I lay my head back with tears streaming down my face. My eyes were watering from all the gagging. I looked up and Bert's saliva soaked cock was dangling above me with a gob of cum clinging to the head. I raised up and engulfed as much of it as I could but I was unable to get it all in. Bert rolled off of me and landed on his pillow. I had to do a little repositioning while gathering up the blankets before I could get back to my pillow. The bed was a mess and it took a bit of straightening but I managed to cover both of us up. Bert was laying on his back so I snuggled into him and layed my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around him. "So, where's that hug you asked me for" I asked him toyingly. "Oh, that. You'll get that in the morning".

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