Chapter 14-Boogie Fever
Thomas heard his phone ring and went over to answer it. Picking it up, he spoke into the receiver: “Hello, Thomas Merriweather speaking.”
He heard a sensual laugh. “Hello, Thomas Merriweather. Have I told you that you’re really cute?”
He felt a surge of warmth, although all he said was: “Rob. Hello. What can I do for you?”
“Lord, the possibilities,” the rocker replied in amusement. “I could give you a list. But I’m calling to say that I’ll be over in about an hour to take you out on a date. I just wanted to give you a warning so you could get ready.”
“Oh, but…where are we going?” the accountant asked.
“Not telling,” Rob said teasingly. “It’ll be a surprise. But no restaurants, I promise. No clubs, either. You’ll enjoy yourself, I swear. So be ready, I’ll be over as soon as I’ve eaten and gotten dressed.” He hung up with a low chuckle, leaving Thomas staring at the phone with a perplexed expression on his face.
He hung up the phone, wondering what to wear. Were they going somewhere nice? Should he dress down? Thomas didn’t know, and he hated not knowing. He sighed, moving toward his bedroom to look over his wardrobe. Dating Rob Carleton was apparently going to be something of a wild experience. His placid, rather dull life was being shaken up. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, although for now he was willing to go along for the ride.
He decided finally on a button-down green shirt and a pair of tan slacks, since he had no idea what to wear. This outfit was nice enough for a good place, but informal enough for one of the venues that it was more likely that the rocker perused. Then he paced a bit, feeling nervous. He tried to make a cup of relaxing tea, but finally gave up when he forgot the kettle was on until the water had almost boiled out of it completely. So he went into the living room and began to compulsively tidy up, restacking already neatly stacked magazines, and pulling the books forward a bit on his bookcase until they were all carefully lined up.
Fortunately for his OCD, he heard his front doorbell just then. He hurried over to open it, seeing Rob standing there looking relaxed and wearing black jeans and a pull-over shirt. “Hey, Thomas,” he said, looking the accountant over. “You look great. You ready?”
“Yes. Where are we going?” Thomas demanded, being eaten up with curiosity.
Rob grinned, showing off his white teeth. He waved a finger at Thomas. “Ah, ah ah,” he crooned. “Nope. You don’t get to know until we get there. I’ll direct you, so you can drive. Come on.”
Thomas blew out a breath in frustration. The rocker chuckled again as he reached out to grab Thomas’s elbow. “Don’t worry about it, everything will be fine,” he said as he led the accountant over to his car.
Thomas gave him the look such a statement deserved. But he got behind the wheel of his car as Rob crawled into the passenger’s side. He buckled on his seat belt primly, as the rocker put his on with a grimace. He started the car, glancing at Rob. “Where are we going?” he asked.
Rob grinned as he carefully backed out of his driveway. “I’ll tell you what streets to take,” he said with twinkling eyes.
A low sigh from the driver’s seat, which made him want to howl with laughter. It was fun to torture Thomas gently, just to see his reaction. He leaned back in his seat, whistling under his breath. This evening was going to be great.
“What is this place?” Thomas asked as they got out of the car twenty minutes later.
Rob laughed. “What does it look like?” he asked.
Thomas stared up at the glittering sign over the door. In neon, it read: Skate World. “I really don’t know,” he said in perplexity.
Rob lost it, laughing so hard he nearly staggered. “I’m not going to ask whether you’ve ever been to a roller rink before,” he said when he could speak again.
“A…roller rink? What in heaven’s name is that?” the accountant asked in puzzlement.
“You’ll see. Come on,” he waved a hand at the other man, who hesitantly walked with him toward the pair of doors under the glittery sign.
Inside, Thomas’s eyes were dazzled by the dozens of bright, vulgar colors splashed on the walls and the carpet underneath their feet. Rob led him to a long wooden counter, where a man asked him what size his shoes were. He gingerly took the pair of stiff white boots the man held out to him, seeing in astonishment that there were WHEELS attached to them! What kind of strange place was this? Then Rob grabbed his own pair of the strange boots, and pulled him over to a bench. He sank down on it, watching as the rocker began to take off the tennis shoes he was wearing.
“What are we doing here?” he called over the music playing rather loudly.
“We’re going roller skating,” Rob called, nodding at a waist-high cement wall. Thomas stood up to get a better look at what he’d nodded at, and was horrified to see a half-dozen people gliding around on a smooth-painted cement floor while wearing those stiff white boots.
He turned to the rocker. “No,” he said in horror. “Absolutely not.”
Rob paused in lacing up his roller skates. “Why not?” he asked reasonably. “It’s fun, I swear. Just try it; of you don’t like it, we’ll leave,” he said coaxingly.
Thomas hesitated, but Rob was giving those hopeful puppy-dog eyes he did so well. “Very well,” he said reluctantly.
“That’s the spirit! Here, let me put your skates on for you,” he knelt down and began to slip of Thomas’s shoes, which made the accountant lose his breath. His toes seemed to tingle as Rob gripped his foot, even through his sock. The rocker looked up at him from under low-lidded eyes, a sensual smile on his face. He stroked his fingers over the top of the sock, teasingly close to a delicate ankle. But before the accountant’s legs could buckle out from under him, Rob slid his foot into the roller skate and began to lace it up.
Finally he was done, and he set Thomas’s left foot down. He was now wearing both the roller skates, and a look of alarm spread over his cute little face as he realized how unsteady he was on these roller skates. Rob caught at his arm, laughing, holding him up. “Hold onto me,” he told the accountant. “I’ll show you how to do it.” Thomas clung to his arm as the rocker began to move toward the skating rink, walking with a strange mincing step that looked odd but kept him upright.
Then they were on the cement floor, and he gripped Rob’s arm tighter as they began to slide. The other man put a hand around his waist to hold him upright. “Just watch my feet and do what I do,” he said into Thomas’s ear.
Thomas tried not to be scared, staring down at the rocker’s feet to see what he was doing. Rob’s feet were making a sort of gliding motion, and he tried to copy that as best he could. To his surprise, it was easier than he would have thought. Although he was somewhat distracted by the warmth of Rob’s hand through the cloth of his shirt…but eventually he found himself sort of gliding along, the pair of them moving easily around in a large circle. This was as amazing in its own way as the water park had been.
Rob looked down at him. “So, what do you think?” he asked loudly. “Do you like it?”
Thomas nodded slightly, and the rocker grinned. “Thought you would,” he called.
They did some more circling, and Thomas learned how to balance himself more easily. Rob finally let go of him, like a mother hen releasing her chick, and he felt almost giddy as he moved along by himself, while the rocker glided along after him to make sure he didn’t fall. This was so strange – but he really liked it. Even the loud music and the colored lights weren’t bothering him like they normally would have.
Rob shot past him, and neatly turned in a circle so that he was skating backward. He spread his arms a bit and laughed. “Pretty cool, huh? Anne was always really envious of me that I could do this. Too bad there’s no Olympic category for roller skating, I could have had me a gold medal.”
Thomas shook his head, but really he did think that Rob’s being able to skate backward was rather amazing. Then Rob did a spin, like a figure skater, stealing his breath away. Then the other man came back to him and grabbed his hands. He began to skate backward again, towing Thomas along with him. Their eyes were locked as they moved, and Thomas found himself being pulled once again into those ebony orbs. He felt like he was in a trance, and that the two of them were lost in a world of their very own.
Rob broke the spell finally by guiding him off the floor. “Let’s take a break,” he told Thomas. “I’ll buy you some overpriced snacks,” he said, leading Thomas over to a counter nearby.
The accountant tried to protest when Rob bought him candy and himself some popcorn. “I don’t generally eat candy,” he said as they made their way to a bench and sat down side-by-side.
“Ahh, there’s a first time for everything. Let yourself go, and enjoy things that you wouldn’t normally do once in awhile,” the rocker told him. “After all, that’s what you’re doing by going out with me. And going roller skating, too,” he pointed out. “Live a little. It won’t hurt you.”
Thomas accepted this, taking some of the candy that Rob handed him. He put it in his mouth, finding it rather too sweet but somehow not that bad at all. Rob was chowing down on his popcorn, looking like a carefree little boy. Thomas was enthralled by him. He found himself staring at the rocker’s handsome face, unable to look away. Catching his gaze, Rob leaned forward a little as though he meant to kiss Thomas here in public. The accountant took in a shuddering breath, but at the last moment the rocker stopped and reached out with a hand to rub a bit of chocolate away from Thomas’s mouth. “Got it,” he murmured, his dark eyes smiling.
Thomas took in a shuddering breath, and Rob lightly patted his jaw. “Come on, let’s skate some more,” he said, drawing the smaller man to his feet.
When Thomas got tired, Rob instantly saw and led him off the floor. They turned in their skates and put their street shoes back on, leaving the roller skating rink. Rob slung an arm around his waist as they left the building, and he blushed faintly but didn’t protest as they went to his car. On the drive home, Rob looked over at him. “Thomas?” he said.
“Yes?” the accountant glanced at him briefly, but didn’t take his eyes off the road for too long.
“If I promise not to try to eat you, can I spend some time with you at your house tonight?”
The accountant gasped slightly, and then took a deep breath. “All right,” he said softly, and Rob looked as satisfied as a well-fed cat.
They arrived at Thomas’ house, the accountant pulling the car into the driveway. He stopped the engine, turning to look at Rob. His eyes were a tad wide, and the rocker could see his chest moving with his heavy breathing. He reached out to cradle Thomas’s face in his hands. “Damn, but you’re just too cute,” he said again, then leaned over to kiss Thomas with soft intensity.
Time flowed away. Thomas lost all track of it, so when Rob finally released his lips he could only stare at the rocker out of bemused brown eyes. Without saying a word, Rob got out of the car and came around to open his door. The taller man drew him out of it, and led him toward the house. His long-fingered hand cradled Thomas’s elbow. Rob took the key from him to open the door, since his fingers were fumbling. Then they were walking into the house, and Rob pulled him close and devoured his mouth again.
Somehow they ended up on the couch together. Thomas moaned when a hand began to unbutton his shirt, not really a sound of protest at all. That same insouciant hand slid inside, gliding over his skin. Then fingertips found one of his nipples and pinched it, and he cried out into Rob’s mouth. Oh, God, this was so…then the rocker’s mouth left his and began to move over his skin, kissing along his jaw and closing over one of his earlobes. The hand was now making circles down his abdomen. “You feel so good, Thomas,” Rob husked in his ear, and he shuddered helplessly.
Rob’s mouth slid down and began to assault the tender skin of his neck, and the man’s hand found his belt buckle, and made little forays under the waistband of his slacks. Thomas felt lost, completely lost; those dazzling lips and the skilled hand making him feel like he was going to burn up. His collarbone was nibbled at, and long fingers wormed their way under his briefs and across the tender skin of his lower abdomen. His hips began to lift, and his mind started to take a vacation. Nothing mattered but those touches, the kisses, every wonderful thing that Rob was doing to him…
Suddenly he stiffened (well, the rest of him did anyway) as Rob’s hand slid over the fabric at his crotch and closed on the bulge there. Panic swept through him, even through the desire he was feeling. Rob groaned when he felt Thomas freeze on him, and he heard the man’s breathing quicken even more with instinctive fear. Damn it! He’d pushed too far, too fast. He removed his hand and the rest of his person, seeing Thomas staring at him with wide brown eyes. “I’m sorry, Rob,” he said in a small voice.
“No, baby, it’s my fault,” the rocker replied through gritted teeth. “I promised you I’d go slow until you were ready, and here I am groping you like a teenage boy. I just got carried away, that’s all,” he said with a sigh. “Touching you makes me crazy. You’re just so sexy.”
Thomas blinked. “I am?” he said, sounding amazed.
“Yeah,” Rob husked as he got reluctantly to his feet. “I gotta go now, before I lose it again. But how about I come over and hang out with you again tomorrow night? We could watch more movies together. We don’t have to go out every night. That okay with you?”
“Yes,” Thomas breathed, relieved that the rocker wasn’t angry about him freezing up like that. “I’d really enjoy that.”
“Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow them. I won’t kiss you anymore right now, cause if I do I can’t guarantee my behavior.” With a lopsided smile and a wave, Rob left.
Thomas slowly buttoned up his shirt, his fingers shaking a little. He felt a bit foolish for panicking like that – it was just that no one had ever touched him THERE before. He knew, of course, that intercourse would require more than just touching in those intimate places. He just wasn’t quite ready for that. And he was totally, utterly grateful to Rob for understanding, and for being willing to take this slow. What a wonderful person his neighbor had turned out to be.
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Thomas heard his phone ring and went over to answer it. Picking it up, he spoke into the receiver: “Hello, Thomas Merriweather speaking.”
He heard a sensual laugh. “Hello, Thomas Merriweather. Have I told you that you’re really cute?”
He felt a surge of warmth, although all he said was: “Rob. Hello. What can I do for you?”
“Lord, the possibilities,” the rocker replied in amusement. “I could give you a list. But I’m calling to say that I’ll be over in about an hour to take you out on a date. I just wanted to give you a warning so you could get ready.”
“Oh, but…where are we going?” the accountant asked.
“Not telling,” Rob said teasingly. “It’ll be a surprise. But no restaurants, I promise. No clubs, either. You’ll enjoy yourself, I swear. So be ready, I’ll be over as soon as I’ve eaten and gotten dressed.” He hung up with a low chuckle, leaving Thomas staring at the phone with a perplexed expression on his face.
He hung up the phone, wondering what to wear. Were they going somewhere nice? Should he dress down? Thomas didn’t know, and he hated not knowing. He sighed, moving toward his bedroom to look over his wardrobe. Dating Rob Carleton was apparently going to be something of a wild experience. His placid, rather dull life was being shaken up. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, although for now he was willing to go along for the ride.
He decided finally on a button-down green shirt and a pair of tan slacks, since he had no idea what to wear. This outfit was nice enough for a good place, but informal enough for one of the venues that it was more likely that the rocker perused. Then he paced a bit, feeling nervous. He tried to make a cup of relaxing tea, but finally gave up when he forgot the kettle was on until the water had almost boiled out of it completely. So he went into the living room and began to compulsively tidy up, restacking already neatly stacked magazines, and pulling the books forward a bit on his bookcase until they were all carefully lined up.
Fortunately for his OCD, he heard his front doorbell just then. He hurried over to open it, seeing Rob standing there looking relaxed and wearing black jeans and a pull-over shirt. “Hey, Thomas,” he said, looking the accountant over. “You look great. You ready?”
“Yes. Where are we going?” Thomas demanded, being eaten up with curiosity.
Rob grinned, showing off his white teeth. He waved a finger at Thomas. “Ah, ah ah,” he crooned. “Nope. You don’t get to know until we get there. I’ll direct you, so you can drive. Come on.”
Thomas blew out a breath in frustration. The rocker chuckled again as he reached out to grab Thomas’s elbow. “Don’t worry about it, everything will be fine,” he said as he led the accountant over to his car.
Thomas gave him the look such a statement deserved. But he got behind the wheel of his car as Rob crawled into the passenger’s side. He buckled on his seat belt primly, as the rocker put his on with a grimace. He started the car, glancing at Rob. “Where are we going?” he asked.
Rob grinned as he carefully backed out of his driveway. “I’ll tell you what streets to take,” he said with twinkling eyes.
A low sigh from the driver’s seat, which made him want to howl with laughter. It was fun to torture Thomas gently, just to see his reaction. He leaned back in his seat, whistling under his breath. This evening was going to be great.
“What is this place?” Thomas asked as they got out of the car twenty minutes later.
Rob laughed. “What does it look like?” he asked.
Thomas stared up at the glittering sign over the door. In neon, it read: Skate World. “I really don’t know,” he said in perplexity.
Rob lost it, laughing so hard he nearly staggered. “I’m not going to ask whether you’ve ever been to a roller rink before,” he said when he could speak again.
“A…roller rink? What in heaven’s name is that?” the accountant asked in puzzlement.
“You’ll see. Come on,” he waved a hand at the other man, who hesitantly walked with him toward the pair of doors under the glittery sign.
Inside, Thomas’s eyes were dazzled by the dozens of bright, vulgar colors splashed on the walls and the carpet underneath their feet. Rob led him to a long wooden counter, where a man asked him what size his shoes were. He gingerly took the pair of stiff white boots the man held out to him, seeing in astonishment that there were WHEELS attached to them! What kind of strange place was this? Then Rob grabbed his own pair of the strange boots, and pulled him over to a bench. He sank down on it, watching as the rocker began to take off the tennis shoes he was wearing.
“What are we doing here?” he called over the music playing rather loudly.
“We’re going roller skating,” Rob called, nodding at a waist-high cement wall. Thomas stood up to get a better look at what he’d nodded at, and was horrified to see a half-dozen people gliding around on a smooth-painted cement floor while wearing those stiff white boots.
He turned to the rocker. “No,” he said in horror. “Absolutely not.”
Rob paused in lacing up his roller skates. “Why not?” he asked reasonably. “It’s fun, I swear. Just try it; of you don’t like it, we’ll leave,” he said coaxingly.
Thomas hesitated, but Rob was giving those hopeful puppy-dog eyes he did so well. “Very well,” he said reluctantly.
“That’s the spirit! Here, let me put your skates on for you,” he knelt down and began to slip of Thomas’s shoes, which made the accountant lose his breath. His toes seemed to tingle as Rob gripped his foot, even through his sock. The rocker looked up at him from under low-lidded eyes, a sensual smile on his face. He stroked his fingers over the top of the sock, teasingly close to a delicate ankle. But before the accountant’s legs could buckle out from under him, Rob slid his foot into the roller skate and began to lace it up.
Finally he was done, and he set Thomas’s left foot down. He was now wearing both the roller skates, and a look of alarm spread over his cute little face as he realized how unsteady he was on these roller skates. Rob caught at his arm, laughing, holding him up. “Hold onto me,” he told the accountant. “I’ll show you how to do it.” Thomas clung to his arm as the rocker began to move toward the skating rink, walking with a strange mincing step that looked odd but kept him upright.
Then they were on the cement floor, and he gripped Rob’s arm tighter as they began to slide. The other man put a hand around his waist to hold him upright. “Just watch my feet and do what I do,” he said into Thomas’s ear.
Thomas tried not to be scared, staring down at the rocker’s feet to see what he was doing. Rob’s feet were making a sort of gliding motion, and he tried to copy that as best he could. To his surprise, it was easier than he would have thought. Although he was somewhat distracted by the warmth of Rob’s hand through the cloth of his shirt…but eventually he found himself sort of gliding along, the pair of them moving easily around in a large circle. This was as amazing in its own way as the water park had been.
Rob looked down at him. “So, what do you think?” he asked loudly. “Do you like it?”
Thomas nodded slightly, and the rocker grinned. “Thought you would,” he called.
They did some more circling, and Thomas learned how to balance himself more easily. Rob finally let go of him, like a mother hen releasing her chick, and he felt almost giddy as he moved along by himself, while the rocker glided along after him to make sure he didn’t fall. This was so strange – but he really liked it. Even the loud music and the colored lights weren’t bothering him like they normally would have.
Rob shot past him, and neatly turned in a circle so that he was skating backward. He spread his arms a bit and laughed. “Pretty cool, huh? Anne was always really envious of me that I could do this. Too bad there’s no Olympic category for roller skating, I could have had me a gold medal.”
Thomas shook his head, but really he did think that Rob’s being able to skate backward was rather amazing. Then Rob did a spin, like a figure skater, stealing his breath away. Then the other man came back to him and grabbed his hands. He began to skate backward again, towing Thomas along with him. Their eyes were locked as they moved, and Thomas found himself being pulled once again into those ebony orbs. He felt like he was in a trance, and that the two of them were lost in a world of their very own.
Rob broke the spell finally by guiding him off the floor. “Let’s take a break,” he told Thomas. “I’ll buy you some overpriced snacks,” he said, leading Thomas over to a counter nearby.
The accountant tried to protest when Rob bought him candy and himself some popcorn. “I don’t generally eat candy,” he said as they made their way to a bench and sat down side-by-side.
“Ahh, there’s a first time for everything. Let yourself go, and enjoy things that you wouldn’t normally do once in awhile,” the rocker told him. “After all, that’s what you’re doing by going out with me. And going roller skating, too,” he pointed out. “Live a little. It won’t hurt you.”
Thomas accepted this, taking some of the candy that Rob handed him. He put it in his mouth, finding it rather too sweet but somehow not that bad at all. Rob was chowing down on his popcorn, looking like a carefree little boy. Thomas was enthralled by him. He found himself staring at the rocker’s handsome face, unable to look away. Catching his gaze, Rob leaned forward a little as though he meant to kiss Thomas here in public. The accountant took in a shuddering breath, but at the last moment the rocker stopped and reached out with a hand to rub a bit of chocolate away from Thomas’s mouth. “Got it,” he murmured, his dark eyes smiling.
Thomas took in a shuddering breath, and Rob lightly patted his jaw. “Come on, let’s skate some more,” he said, drawing the smaller man to his feet.
When Thomas got tired, Rob instantly saw and led him off the floor. They turned in their skates and put their street shoes back on, leaving the roller skating rink. Rob slung an arm around his waist as they left the building, and he blushed faintly but didn’t protest as they went to his car. On the drive home, Rob looked over at him. “Thomas?” he said.
“Yes?” the accountant glanced at him briefly, but didn’t take his eyes off the road for too long.
“If I promise not to try to eat you, can I spend some time with you at your house tonight?”
The accountant gasped slightly, and then took a deep breath. “All right,” he said softly, and Rob looked as satisfied as a well-fed cat.
They arrived at Thomas’ house, the accountant pulling the car into the driveway. He stopped the engine, turning to look at Rob. His eyes were a tad wide, and the rocker could see his chest moving with his heavy breathing. He reached out to cradle Thomas’s face in his hands. “Damn, but you’re just too cute,” he said again, then leaned over to kiss Thomas with soft intensity.
Time flowed away. Thomas lost all track of it, so when Rob finally released his lips he could only stare at the rocker out of bemused brown eyes. Without saying a word, Rob got out of the car and came around to open his door. The taller man drew him out of it, and led him toward the house. His long-fingered hand cradled Thomas’s elbow. Rob took the key from him to open the door, since his fingers were fumbling. Then they were walking into the house, and Rob pulled him close and devoured his mouth again.
Somehow they ended up on the couch together. Thomas moaned when a hand began to unbutton his shirt, not really a sound of protest at all. That same insouciant hand slid inside, gliding over his skin. Then fingertips found one of his nipples and pinched it, and he cried out into Rob’s mouth. Oh, God, this was so…then the rocker’s mouth left his and began to move over his skin, kissing along his jaw and closing over one of his earlobes. The hand was now making circles down his abdomen. “You feel so good, Thomas,” Rob husked in his ear, and he shuddered helplessly.
Rob’s mouth slid down and began to assault the tender skin of his neck, and the man’s hand found his belt buckle, and made little forays under the waistband of his slacks. Thomas felt lost, completely lost; those dazzling lips and the skilled hand making him feel like he was going to burn up. His collarbone was nibbled at, and long fingers wormed their way under his briefs and across the tender skin of his lower abdomen. His hips began to lift, and his mind started to take a vacation. Nothing mattered but those touches, the kisses, every wonderful thing that Rob was doing to him…
Suddenly he stiffened (well, the rest of him did anyway) as Rob’s hand slid over the fabric at his crotch and closed on the bulge there. Panic swept through him, even through the desire he was feeling. Rob groaned when he felt Thomas freeze on him, and he heard the man’s breathing quicken even more with instinctive fear. Damn it! He’d pushed too far, too fast. He removed his hand and the rest of his person, seeing Thomas staring at him with wide brown eyes. “I’m sorry, Rob,” he said in a small voice.
“No, baby, it’s my fault,” the rocker replied through gritted teeth. “I promised you I’d go slow until you were ready, and here I am groping you like a teenage boy. I just got carried away, that’s all,” he said with a sigh. “Touching you makes me crazy. You’re just so sexy.”
Thomas blinked. “I am?” he said, sounding amazed.
“Yeah,” Rob husked as he got reluctantly to his feet. “I gotta go now, before I lose it again. But how about I come over and hang out with you again tomorrow night? We could watch more movies together. We don’t have to go out every night. That okay with you?”
“Yes,” Thomas breathed, relieved that the rocker wasn’t angry about him freezing up like that. “I’d really enjoy that.”
“Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow them. I won’t kiss you anymore right now, cause if I do I can’t guarantee my behavior.” With a lopsided smile and a wave, Rob left.
Thomas slowly buttoned up his shirt, his fingers shaking a little. He felt a bit foolish for panicking like that – it was just that no one had ever touched him THERE before. He knew, of course, that intercourse would require more than just touching in those intimate places. He just wasn’t quite ready for that. And he was totally, utterly grateful to Rob for understanding, and for being willing to take this slow. What a wonderful person his neighbor had turned out to be.
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