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Epilogue

By RimPigFL - rimpigfil@yahoo.com - February 21 2005

"Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Eat my butt! Shove your fuckin' tongue all the way up my hole!" I was moaning as I lay face down on the bed, my ass in the air and Cole eagerly eating me out.

I heard a low growl behind me and smiled to myself. Cole never seemed to tire of eating my butt, just as I never tired of eating his. In the five years since I had found Cole in that dingy little bar, our love life just kept getting better and better. You would think that as we spent more time together, things would have settled into a less 'athletic' union between us, but it seemed that just the opposite had happened. It was like we were teenagers again and just couldn't get enough of each other. Love will do that.

I turned my head and looked out the large open window, gazing at the white sand beach and the blue waters of the Caribbean just outside the front door of our home on St. John's Island in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Who ever said that crime didn't pay was full of shit! However, busting up crime seemed, at times, to pay even better! Cole and I had bought the large house and estate from the bankruptcy sale of one of the major partners of Schuster and Callum several years ago and since then, had made some improvements. First of all, besides the main, two story, 6 bedroom house there was now a single level, two bedroom house and two cottages.

The smaller house we built for Mark and Andy. It was a good thing that we did make it two bedrooms because as I raised my head a little, I could see Mark and Andy playing in the warm waters near the shore with the little three year old boy, Ty, that they were in the process of adopting. The two cottages were also occupied at the moment - one with Debbie and her boyfriend, or should I say fiancÚ, Mike, since they had announced their engagement last night at dinner. The other cottage was occupied by Diego and his little 'maricon' who's name turned out to be Desi. Desi was a beautiful 22 year old Puerto Rican boy who Diego had finally admitted he was in love with several years ago and they became lovers. He and Diego had an apartment one floor below us in New York, something I arranged after both sets of parents disowned them for being Gay.

Debbie, Diego, Andy and I still constituted the "BIA" - BJ's Investigative Agency and we were all down here at our Caribbean estate on two weeks of R&R after busting a Cambodian drug ring that was bringing vast quantities of 'China White' into the US with the help of some not very honest US Customs and DEA agents who were now awaiting trial in Federal Court and looking at long sentences in maximum security federal prisons.

Cole and Mark were taking some time away from their business. Cole's idea for a men's gym had paid off in spades! Called simply COLE'S, there were now four of them: New York, Chicago, LA and San Francisco with another to open in Fort Lauderdale in a couple of months. There was even talk of going international. Cole was now CEO of the corporation and Mark was the Operations Manager. The two seemed to get along incredibly well together, even though Mark was well aware that his lover, Andy, and Cole had been bed partners at one time and Andy had even been in love with Cole at one point. Watching Cole and Mark together was like watching an older and a younger brother together - with all the kidding and 'one-upping' but with a deep, abiding affection for one another. Mark and Andy also now lived in our building and the four of us had become like one extended family. I might also mention that Cole repaid, against my wishes, half of the investment I made to start COLE'S within two years of the Grand Opening. The corporation now had six stock holders. Yes, you guessed it: Cole, Mark, Andy, Diego, Debbie and me. We could have all retired just on that stock alone.

I felt Cole's tongue leave my butt and I knew what was coming next. I just didn't know how. I wondered if Cole wanted me the way I was or on my back so I looked over my shoulder at him. He was between my legs, busily milking his cock of his copious pre-cum, lubing my butt for the fucking that I was about to get. I guess he'd decided it was too much trouble to have me turn over and he was too eager to get into my butt to wait while I did.

I lay my head back down on my arms and relaxed my hole as I felt the head of Cole's cock begin nudging into my ass crack. Yeah! Just what I loved most in the world - the feeling of Cole's cock spreading my chute and fucking me like the horny high school football jock that he used to be! Cole slid all the way inside me and then lay down fully on top of me, just resting there with his cock completely buried in my ass. His arms came around mine and his mouth was at my ear.

"Happy, BJ?" he murmured.

"Happier than anyone has any right to be." I murmured back.

"I love you." Cole said simply and sincerely.

"I know that. And I love you. Even more than I love that cock of yours that's giving me such delicious feelings inside." I said.

"Mmm. Yeah! I do love your fuckin' hole wrapped so tight around my cock like it is." he groaned.

Just then we heard squeals from the beach and both of us turned out heads to look out the open window. Mark and Andy were tossing Ty through the air to each other and the little 3 year old was having the time of his life with his two 'Daddies'.

"God! They look so happy together." I mused.

"You sorry we didn't adopt a kid, BJ?" Cole asked.

"Maybe in some ways, but I had my hands full raising you!" I chuckled.

"Very funny!" he said and slammed his hips forward, jabbing his cock further up my chute.

"Oof! Mmm! That felt really good!" I groaned.

"Hey! I'm serious. Do you miss not having a kid?" Cole asked again.

"Why all the questions? I somehow get the feeling that it's you who misses it." I said.

"Well...maybe. I would be nice." Cole said quietly.

There was one thing about my lover that I could never seem to change. In business and social situations Cole could be so direct that he, at times, bordered on crude. But when it came to me, and to emotional situations, he could never seem to just come right out and say what he was feeling. But I had known and loved him all my life, so I knew what was going on here.

"The social worker who's handling the adoption for Mark and Andy told me about an eight year old little boy who has been put up for adoption after the parents went to prison for abusing him. I told her that I'd talk to you about him." I said.

"So when were you going to tell me?" Cole asked.

"When you brought it up. I figured you would, if that's what you wanted. I kind of figured that you seeing Andy and Mark with Ty would make you finally say something." I said.

"BJ, you are very sneaky! Did you know that?" Cole said, chuckling.

"I'm a reporter, remember? Comes with the territory. And you're one to talk! You're a fucking lawyer!" I said in mock indignation.

"EX-lawyer!" Cole insisted.

"That's the worst kind!" I chuckled.

"I'm also an ex-jock." he murmured as he began to slowly grind his cock further into my hole.

"So let's see you fuck like one!" I groaned.
"You got it, babe!" he said.

And I did get it! Every fucking inch. Over and over, slamming into my guts until my cock couldn't take anymore and I spewed cum all over the fucking bed beneath me. Cole slammed a few more times into my ass and then I could feel his cock jerking inside me as load after load of his thick, white, jock cum ricocheted off the walls of my well fucked asshole. Cole collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating and we actually drifted off to sleep for a few minutes that way. We woke as my ass pushed Cole's softened cock out and Cole slid down me until his face was once again buried in my ass-cleft and licking and sucking his load out of my hole. I loved when he did this because, not only did it feel fantastic, he always shared the load of cum and assjuice with me when he was done. This time was no exception as he crawled up the bed and I flipped over on my back. Cole's mouth came down on mine and I opened in time to catch the glob of ass-flavored cum which flowed into me. We tongued out each other's mouths for a few moments and then the phone on the side of the bed rang. Cole groaned.

"Fuck!" he growled. "You answer it, BJ."

I reached for the phone and it was the guard that manned the little gatehouse at the entrance to our estate.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Mr. BJ, there is a man here, says that you know him. He's some kind of federal agent from the US Government. His name is Neil Plasner." the guard said.

"Yes. I know him. Let him through." I said. "I've got to get up, Cole. It seems that the Director of the New York office of Andy's former agency has come to visit."

"Oh, fuck! That can't be good news!" Cole said.

"No, it probably isn't. However, I promise you, no matter what he wants, it can wait until this vacation is over!" I said firmly.

"You tell 'im, babe!" Cole said, leaning over and kissing me gently.

I got up out of the bed and started pulling on a pair of shorts.

"Aren't you gonna shower, BJ? I mean, we both smell like sex - hot, sweaty man-sex at that." Cole asked.

"Fuck no! He'll just have to get used to it. After all, he's the one disturbing my vacation." I said, heading towards the door of the bedroom, only to stop and turn around. "Cole, would you please go down to the beach and let Andy know that Neil is here. I guess he should be involved in this meeting."

"Sure, babe." he said and started pulling on a pair of shorts himself.

As I walked into the living room, I noticed that Neil had been given coffee by Marina, our housekeeper. Here on the island, unlike at home in New York, we had servants. Just two. Marina and her husband Juan who acted as gardener and handyman. They also lived on the estate and kept watch on things when we weren't there. The guards that manned the front gate and patrolled the estate were off-duty policemen that we hired from the local constabulary.

"So to what do I owe the 'pleasure' of this visit, Neil?" I said, letting him know from my tone of voice that it wasn't any type of pleasure for me.

"I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, BJ, but I had a meeting at the White House yesterday and I had to talk with you face to face." Neil said.

"Andy's on his way in, why don't we wait until he gets here so we don't have to go over it twice." I said.

At that moment, Marina appeared with a tray with more coffee cups, a large silver pot of coffee and some of her home-made cookies.

"Thank you, Marina." I said, taking the coffee and sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs. "Andy's on his way in as well. Please let him know that we're in here."

"Yes, Mr. BJ." she said.

As often as I asked them to, Marina and Juan just couldn't bring themselves to drop the 'Mister' when they spoke to Cole and me.

Mark came in, still wet from the ocean and Marina went and got him a towel to dry off with then left us alone.

"Okay, Neil, you had a meeting at the White House. How does that concern us?" I asked.

"The White House is aware of your activities - and your successes." Neil said.

"My stuff is usually front page of the New York Times and the Washington Post, Neil. Everybody is aware of our activities and successes." I said.

"However, the White House is also aware of your ability to, shall we say, ferret out information that has eluded other more regular government investigations." Neil informed me.

"That's usually because the government's hands are tied by the courts in ways that ours aren't." Andy spoke up.

"All the more reason why this meeting had to be face to face and totally confidential." Neil said.
"Okay, so what is this all about. What does the White House want and, better yet, why should I care? You know I don't support the current administration." I said.

"I'm aware of that. However, the White House isn't aware of that. And, in my opinion, this is something that you will care about very much." he said.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this one!" I said, the sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"No, really. You will, BJ. It seems that our agency bumped into some very interesting information while we were wrapping up the situation with those Cambodians. It would appear that they were not just transporting China White into this country. They were transporting something else out." he said.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Little boys." he said.

I stared at Neil for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about.

"Little boys? What for?" I asked, stupidly.

"For love slaves." Neil said.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I said.

"I wish I was." he stated. "It seems that there is a very lively traffic in young, white American boys for use in brothels and for the 'boy-toys' of some very wealthy men in Cambodia, Burma and Thailand. We got wind of some of this human trafficking from messages we found when we raided their warehouse. It seems that when they brought in the drugs, they would take a shipment of boys back with them on the same cargo ships."

"Fuck!" Andy said.

"You can say that again!" I voiced to Andy. "So what do you want me to do about it?"

"Well, we have a pretty good idea of who is heading up their little slave ring here in the US." Neil said.

"Let me guess," I said. "Someone working in the embassy who has diplomatic immunity and you can't touch him. Right?"

"Exactly." he said. "We want you to investigate this man, we want to know who his contacts are, how he's getting the money out of the country and, if possible, who his contacts are in Cambodia, Thailand and Burma."

"You don't want much. Why don't you use the spooks at the CIA for this?" I asked.

"The situation with those countries is rather delicate diplomatically at the moment - especially since the embarrassment over the drug smuggling. The White House and State Department are afraid that if this is seen as a government investigation, if word would leak out about what CIA was doing, it would cause a major diplomatic incident which nobody wants. Our idea is to get the information and then quietly confront the offending governments with it. If they don't play ball, then we let them know that it will be blasted all over the front page of every newspaper in the world." Neil explained.

"I take it you don't much trust the operational security at Langley?" I asked.

"No, not at the moment. The agency is still going through some reorganization and the linkages to the Office of Homeland Security make things somewhat dicey, to say the least." he admitted.

"What about your agency?" Andy asked of his old boss.

"We're to liaison with you and to supply you with whatever help we can. We can cut through a lot of red tape for you, for one thing." Neil said.

"From what you're saying, if we're actually successful, I won't be able to publish any of this." I said.

"That's true, BJ, but, on the other hand, it will engender some pretty powerful debt with the Administration for you." he said.

I laughed at this.

"And what the fuck would I do with that? Influence a road construction bill? Fuck that! If the White House wants this done and kept under wraps then they need to pay for it." I said.

"I told them that would be your stand. Therefore, I've been authorized to offer you the fee of $3 million dollars for information leading to the elimination of this slave network." Neil said.

"If you were told to offer three, the real figure must be closer to five or six." Andy said, grinning.

Neil looked at Andy and I could see the anger flare in his eyes at the seeming betrayal by his former employee. Then his look softened.

"Okay. Yes, the final offer is $5 million." he said, sheepishly.

"So how long do we have to think about this before we answer?" I asked.

"I'm supposed to fly back tomorrow. I have another meeting at the White House and I'm supposed to bring the answer then." he said.
"You do realize that we're on vacation, don't you, Neil? My team needs some downtime after that last little escapade. And so do I." I asked.

"Yes. I realize that. And I'm truly sorry to interrupt like this but they want an answer by tomorrow. However, I told them that you were on vacation and they realize that the investigation will have to wait until your return." Neil said.

"In that case, you can fly home and let them know that we'll take the case....and the $5 million." I said. "I'll be in touch as soon as we're back in New York."

"Good, BJ. I knew we could count on you." Neil said, smiling.

"Enjoy the rest of your stay on the island, Neil. Would you like to come for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"I'd love to, BJ, if nobody minds?" Neil answered.

"We'll try to forget you're a 'fed' for the night." Andy laughed.

"And I'll try to forget you used to work for me!" Neil laughed.

After Neil left, Andy and I sat down to talk.

"You really going to take the money?" he asked.

"Of course. If the White House is offering, I'm taking. However, I think that I will have a better use for it than just fattening my bank account." I said.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Well, like funding a rescue operation to get some of those boys back and then providing care and therapy for them." I said.

Andy looked at me in amazement.

"I never thought of that! But how are you going to rescue them?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm not. But I know some former Navy Seals and Recon Marines that would love nothing better than to mount that kind of operation." I smiled.

"Hmm...you aren't thinking about my lover, are you?" Andy asked.

"No. I'm not thinking about Mark. I have my own resources where that's concerned. I wouldn't let Mark get involved in anything that dangerous - anymore than I would let Cole. What it's going to mean, however, is us keeping it from him. We both know how he is. He'd be yammering to be included if he found out about it." I said.

"Don't worry. He's not going to hear about it from me!" Andy said.

"Good. Oh, I should tell you, I think that Ty is going to have an older 'cousin' soon." I grinned.

"Oh?" Andy asked, his interest obvious.

"Yeah, Cole and I were watching you three playing in the water and it brought up the discussion I had been hoping that Cole would have with me. He finally admitted that he wanted us to have a child." I said. "And, after what your social worker told me about that little boy who was abused by his parents, I figured Cole would jump at the chance to adopt him. And I was right. I'm going to call her later and let her know." I said.

"Congratulations!" Andy exclaimed and reached over to hug me.

Dinner that night was festive. Marina was an excellent cook and had done a wonderful dinner of fish and sea scallops. The house had an excellent wine cellar and our guests drank and talked late into the night. We were celebrating the coming adoption of Ty by Mark and Andy, the coming nuptials of Debbie and Mike and, above all, the news that I announced at dinner that Cole and I were about to adopt ourselves. I could see the surprise on Neil's face at the news.

"A kid, huh, BJ? Man, you don't know how good you got it without them!" Neil chuckled.

"How many do you have, Neil?" I asked.

"Three. Two boys and a girl. All in high school and soon headed for college. I won't be able to retire until I'm 80!" he said.

"And which one would you have not wanted to have?" I asked pointedly.

He looked at me in shock and, then taking time to think about it, had the good grace to be chagrined at his earlier statement.

"I guess being a father is something all of us want, huh?" Neil asked of no one in particular.

"It's sure what I want." Cole said. "I want the chance to give some kid what I never had - my own father's love."

"Luckily, you had my Dad." I said quietly to Cole.

"Yeah. Thank God for your Dad. Hey! We oughta call them and tell them!" Cole said, perking up out of his morose reverie. He still got this way occasionally about his father.

"I think we should wait until we have the little boy with us. I don't want to get their hopes up and have something go wrong." I said.

"What could go wrong?" Cole asked.

"Nothing, I hope. But, I still don't like counting my chickens before they're hatched." I said.

"Damn, BJ. The older you get, the more careful you get." Cole said.

"Maybe it's what I do that makes me that way. I see too much that goes wrong in the world." I said.

"Yeah, but at least you're doin' something about it, babe." he said gently and leaned over and kissed me.

"There is that." I said.

We went back home after a week. Knowing what the situation was of the little boys who'd been kidnaped and sold into slavery made all of us feel that we needed to get started on things right away. Besides that, when I called the social worker in New York, she said that she could place the boy - Brian was his name - with us whenever we got back. That did it for Cole. He wanted to go home that day.

When we got home, I called the social worker immediately and she told me that she would bring Brian to us that afternoon. Cole and I spent the rest of the morning on pins and needles waiting for them to arrive. When they did, I got the impression that the social worker was just a little intimidated by the lavish surroundings of our penthouse. Good! At least she couldn't claim we didn't have adequate means to take care of the boy.

Brian was small - much smaller than I would have thought. Then I realized that this little boy had not had good care his entire life. Well, that was over! From now on, he was getting the very best care that money could buy and Cole and I had LOTS of money to buy it. He was very quiet when the social worker, her name was Karen, introduced us. He gravely shook both my and Cole's hand but didn't say a word. We went into the living room and sat down.

"Brian, do you play any sports?" Cole asked the little boy.

"No, sir. I don't know how." he said quietly and I was sure he felt somehow that this was going to make us not want him.

"Well, Cole and I both played football in high school and college. We know how to play lots of sports. If you want to learn, we'll teach you." I said.

Brian looked at me like I'd just landed in a spaceship from Mars! I guess he didn't understand the idea of an adult male wanting to teach him anything.

"Yes, sir! I do want to learn!" he said and it was the first animated response we were able to get out of him.

"The state will, of course, contribute to his care. You'll get a monthly check and his healthcare will be provided through Medicaid." Karen said to us.

"I don't think that either will be necessary." I said. "Look around you. Do you really think that we don't have the resources to take care of Brian?"

"Oh, no! It's not that, Mr. Bradley. It's the law. All foster children must be provided for by the State of New York. I realize that in your case it does seem rather silly. It's just that we have to follow procedures." she said.

"I understand procedures." I replied. "Okay, you send your check. I take it there's no law that says that we can't put it away for Brian's college fund, is there?"

"No. None at all. Brian is a very lucky little boy to have gotten the two of you for foster parents." Karen remarked.

"No, Karen. BJ and me, we're the lucky ones - to get a great little boy like Brian to be our son." Cole said, grinning at Brian who, at his words, grinned back.

"You do understand that we intend to move for permanent adoption." I asked.

"Yes, and believe me, I will do anything I can to help the two of you get it. I just hope you realize that it will take time." she answered.

"Yes, I know..." I said, putting up my hand to stop her continuing. "Procedures."

"Yes. Procedures. But I'll try to make things as short and as easy as possible. Brian deserves to have two people who really care about him." she said.

"Exactly what I was thinking." I replied.

"Well, I'm going to get out of here and let you three get acquainted. I'll stop back next week for my follow-up visitation." she said.

"That's fine, Karen. Thank you for bringing him over and thank you for making this happen so fast." I said.

Karen shook hands with Cole and I and then Cole showed her to the elevator. In the mean time, Brian and I sat there looking at each other.

"Brian, would you like a Coke?" I asked.

"Yes, sir." he replied.

"Look, Brian...your manners are really lovely but you don't need to use them with us. I'm BJ and that's Cole." I said, as Cole walked back into the room.

"Yeah, buddy! You don't need that 'sir' stuff with us." Cole said, coming back into the room.

"Uhh...BJ...are you...well are you and Cole REALLY going to 'dopt me?" he asked.

"Yes, if that's what you want, Brian." I said. "It's up to you, buddy. We don't want you to feel like you have to stay here if you're not happy."

"No! I like it here!" he said, looking around him. "This is a real pretty place."

"Well! You haven't even seen your room yet." Cole said.

Cole had spent an hour this morning at TOYS R US on Times Square possibly buying ever possible toy that he could think of to transform one of the guest rooms into a boy's fantasy. There were footballs, baseballs, soccer balls - every type of ball. There were Toy trucks - at least a dozen of them - and a Play Station 2 with enough games to keep a serious gamer busy for months! While he'd been doing that, I was out at the local grocery getting every kind of junk food that parents don't allow kids but that kids love - chocolate, gooey things filled with cream and enough sodas to stock a drink machine. I would have bought one of those, too, if I had known where to do so!

When Brian walked into his room for the first time, his eyes lit up like a pair of roman candles on the 4th of July. He just stood there staring at all the stuff and then turned to Cole and me.

"Who's toys are these?" he asked, his voice filled with awe at the tremendous amount of 'treasure'.

"They're all yours." Cole said.

Brian looked back at the toys, and then back at Cole, and then back at the toys and finally back at Cole. He walked over to where Cole stood and Cole squatted down to meet him at his own level. Brian just walked right up to him, threw his arms around his neck and buried his face in Cole's shoulder and started crying. Cole looked at me with a stricken look on his face. 'What did we do wrong?' he seemed to ask. I motioned to him to calm down and that everything was all right. I knelt on the floor with them and put my arms around the two of them. Brian calmed down after a few minutes, wiping his eyes and seeming to be very embarrassed at having broken down in front of us.

"It's okay, Brian." I said softly. "I know that life hasn't been very good to you so far. Cole and I don't expect the toys to make up for that but we just kind of thought that maybe it would make you believe that things are really going to be better from now on."
Brian looked up at me and I could see he was evaluating the veracity of what I was saying. I guess any boy that had been through the type of beatings and other physical abuse that he'd been through, would be very distrustful of adults. The only lucky thing was that, as far as Karen or anyone else knew, the abuse had not been sexual in nature. I was extremely grateful for that. What he'd been through had been bad enough. I kept looking at Brian, letting him see that I was telling him the truth and he finally gave me a small, shy smile. I looked over at Cole and smiled, letting him know that things were going to be okay.

Brian then did a surprising thing. He turned to Cole and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Cole's grin all but split his face it was so wide. I don't think I'd seen him grin like that since we'd won the state championship in high school football all those years before. Cole looked at me and I could see that his eyes were glistening with unshed tears himself and I just smiled at my big, butch, masculine, tenderhearted lover. Yes, I could already see that it was going to be an interesting life from now on. Cole had the ability to be a little boy himself at times, and I knew that would make things better for Brian. Cole would make, not only a good father, but a loving and fun companion for the boy. We both could give him love and stability - something he'd never known in his life.

Then it was my turn. Brian turned to me and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek as well. I kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair.

"Why don't you and Cole play while I go rustle up some food. I'll bet you're hungry?" I asked him.

Brian nodded eagerly. Lucky guess! Tell me a growing boy who isn't hungry!

"And I don't have to ask you!" I grinned at Cole. "We both know the only time you're not hungry!"

Cole grinned back and then grabbed Brian up into his arms and walked him over to where all the toys were. As I left, they were down on the floor, each with a toy truck and basically wrecking them into each other - and laughing like loons while they did.

That first night was difficult. Brian had no trouble with bedtime. And Cole and I even were able to make love to each other, though more quietly than we were used to. We were just discussing the feasibility of having our bedroom sound-proofed when we suddenly heard the screams! We were both out of bed and running down the hall without a thought to the fact that we were both, as usual, naked as jay-birds! We ran into Brian's room, switching on the lights, and found him sitting up in bed, screaming though apparently still asleep. I grabbed the boy in my arms and he woke up. He stared at me - clearly petrified.

"It's okay, Brian! We're here! It's me, BJ. And Cole. It's okay, Brian. You've had a nightmare." I said.

It still took a few minutes but Brian gradually relaxed in my arms and put his head against my chest. His little body was still trembling though. I knew it was fear because the room was quite warm. Cole sat with us, his hand gently stroking Brian's head and back as I held him.

"Why don't you come and sleep in our bed for now. Okay, buddy?" I asked softly.

Brian nodded his head so I picked him up and, with Cole following close behind, I carried him to our room and lay him down in our bed. Cole went around to the other side and climbed in so that Brian was laying between us. We were each holding onto him and stroking him and he reached out his hands and clutched at both of us.

"We're here, buddy. We ain't goin' nowhere." Cole said.

We eventually got him back to sleep but the nightmare continued over the next few nights. Finally, they stopped. We don't know where they came from because Brian never could remember what he was dreaming about. We don't know where they went. However, we were glad that they did. Life around the penthouse got to have a normality to it. Cole was taking Brian to the gym with him almost every day and then they'd be over in Central Park, throwing balls around. To Cole's consternation, Brian seemed to prefer baseball to football but I told Cole that at least Brian wouldn't be trying to tackle him when he grew into a teenager!

It took about a year for the adoption to go through. In the mean time, Ty had become Mark and Andy's son, Debbie and Mike had gotten married and Debbie was expecting their first child, Diego and Desi were doing just fine and even talking about the possibility of adopting themselves and we were able to stop the trafficking in little boys and to even bring a group of ten of them back home to the US and reunite them with their families.

Where things will go from here, I'm not sure. Since Brian came into our lives, I haven't felt much like saving the world or doing anything but spending time with Cole and my son. God knows, their Grandma and Grandpa have been visiting us on such a regular basis that I'm seriously thinking of renting them an apartment in the building! But I love it and so does Brian. Cole - well, Cole is still Cole. He still gets a kick out of playing with Brian, teaching him every sport he can think of and he's still horny after my butt on a daily basis - something I'm extremely grateful for. I just wait for him to lean over and whisper to me,

"Get in the bedroom! This is you're fuckin' Two Minute Warning!"

THE END OF TWO MINUTE WARNING

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