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Wednesday The phone rang. It was the call I had been dreading now for two days. I knew who it was. I just didn’t get that many calls. “This is Jake,” the voice said. “Hi, Jake. This is Eric.” “Just thought you’d like to know that those fellows’ car is done. They can pick it up anytime.” Jake went on to explain in detail the damage, how he had repaired it, and what the final bill was. I had become friends with Jake since moving here. I like him as a friend; I admired his skill with cars. But, oh, how he could talk about them! He was normally a quiet kind of guy, but all you needed to do was to pass by him and mutter “’57 Chevy” and he was good for two solid hours! I finally ended the conversation with Jake. I turned to the guys and told them that their car was ready. It would be a long trip home for them so we agreed to go as soon as possible. Todd and Troy went upstairs to pack and I went to the garage to gas up the snowmobile. I had not plowed my lane so the snowmobile was best. We could also use it to take a shortcut through the woods to Jake’s, avoiding the highway. When the guys came downstairs with their gear, the mood was very somber. Without much conversation, we put on our outer gear and went to the garage. We climbed on the cat and started out. I drove through my property, past the pond and the meadow where Troy had been our snow angel, and up to the crest of the mountain where we had seen the vista in the moonlight just two nights before. I felt Troy hug me tighter as we passed through that meadow and again as we paused at the vista. Was it a hug of safety? Or was it a hug of affection? We went down the trail on the other side of the mountain. The trail went through state game lands, but the warden did not mind me using the snowmobile, as long as I stayed on the trails. In no time we were at Jake’s. Troy examined his car and paid his bill. He seemed genuinely impressed and pleased with Jake’s work. Jake sensed this and I could see that he was very proud. Troy and Todd opened the trunk and stashed their gear. Troy turned to me and I removed my glove to shake his hand goodbye. Troy grabbed my hand but quickly moved in and held me intensely in a bear hug for five minutes or more. He did not say a word. Just as suddenly he released me and turned away from me towards the car. His back was to me. I could not see his face, but I could tell he was putting on his sunglasses. Todd stepped up and hugged me, too. I could see that his eyes were moist. He whispered quietly into my ear, “Thank you.” “Come back. Anytime,” I said as I held the back of his head with my hand. His head nodded “yes”, but he said nothing. Then he, too, broke his hold and turned to the car. And he followed Troy’s lead with his sunglasses. The car backed out onto the highway. I waved and repeated, “Come back. Anytime.” Troy and Todd waved and forced a smile. I stood and watched them down the highway until they were out of sight. * * * I thanked Jake for all his help. He indicated that it was no problem. He was happy that it was not as bad as first thought and that he could fix it so readily. He added that he thought the guys seemed like “mighty fine fellows.” I told him he did not know the half of it. I popped on my cat and headed back home. I took the same trail back and paused at the top of the ridge to admire the view. I tried not to look as I went through the meadow. Back home, the house seemed so quiet, so still. I thought about lunch but just wasn’t hungry. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat in the living room looking out over the trees toward the highway. I sat there all afternoon. I watched the sun set and darkness fall. As darkness fell, clouds started rolling in. They blocked the moonlight and made the dark night even darker. I sat quietly in the darkness hearing only the crackling of the fire behind me. Suddenly in the darkness, I saw a flash of light through the trees. This is weird, I said to myself, but having known that I was able to help some folks just a few nights before, perhaps even saving their lives, I decided I needed to check it out. I might even find more new friends. I pulled on my parka and boots and headed for the snowmobile. As I drove down the lane, many thoughts swirled through my mind. Perhaps I ought to petition the state to re-grade the side of the road to prevent this kind of thing from happening again. Perhaps I ought to be re-certified as an EMT so I would be better prepared for medical emergencies. Perhaps I ought to get a St. Bernard and a cask of whiskey. Perhaps I ought to open a roadside hotel. I started giggling at the latter thoughts and I remembered the laughter and the fun I had had with Troy and Todd. The memory made me feel warm inside. I approached the end of the lane and began to search for the victims. I shone my spotlight around a bit but did not see anything in the ditches. About that time I made out the shadow of a vehicle up along the highway. Almost immediately, I saw this spotlight randomly shining from the car up into the trees. It seemed most odd. Someone was sending a signal. I drove the cat over to the car and thought it somehow looked familiar. As I got close enough to look inside, the door sprang open and a figure jumped out at me. Was I being mugged? “We’re back!” a voice shouted, and I was immediately engulfed in a giant parka bear hug. The parka and the shirt underneath were opened to reveal a patch of very dark hairy chest. My face was involuntarily buried in this manly fur. I took a deep breath and started to cry. It was Troy! I would know that scent anywhere! From behind came another hug, and I knew from the strength that this one had to be Todd! * * * Troy and Todd came back to live with me permanently the very same day they left. They told me that they were almost home when they realized that they had just left something they both wanted. They looked at each other, turned the car around, and started back. In the days that followed arrangements were made that cared for all the issues that arose with their sudden relocation. They continued to be gainfully employed and their families accepted their new lives. But that first night I was so happy that I was an emotional train wreck. We went back to the house and talked and hugged and kissed (and, yes, we made love - again). Before the evening was over I told them that I had made a decision. “I want to be pierced,” I said. Within minutes, gear was unpacked and sterilized and I was prepped. Troy kissed and caressed me to help calm me, and he assisted Todd, as he was needed. Before long I was pierced in both nipples and I was the proud possessor of a PA. Furthermore, I was moved when each of the guys removed one of his own nip rings and gave it to me to be used as one of mine. I was wearing their rings. The PA was something special too. It had been Todd’s first. As I grew to tolerate larger gauges, the guys provided the needed hardware. Of course the piercing this night required that I limit my roles in our man-play for a few weeks. I had to “resign” my self to being fucked daily by two gorgeous studs and to sucking the cream from each of their dicks at least once a day. Being a perfect host can be such a burden! * * * I had always liked snow, and I had always liked to watch it snowing. I love snow even more now. Troy and Todd have gotten use to how emotional I become whenever it snows. They know I’ve got this thing for storms and they understand why. By the way, we still have not used the guest bed. Comments and suggestions to Ericjj33@hotmail.com