Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 
Author: Mwriter65
Title: Derrick Gets a Father
Part: 3
Summary: Derrick, an orphan who is struggling with his sexuality, runs

   away from his foster home looking for a new life.  Unfortunately he runs
into the wrong man.
Keywords: Mm BDSM NC Hum
Standard disclaimers apply.  Don't read this if you are under age or

shouldn't.

   Derrick Gets a Father Ch3

   After I made arrangements with my doctor friend to head over to give the
boy a thorough exam, I just sat on my throne a bit and relished Derrick's
discomfort.  He was quite a site at that moment.  Standing there with his
arms suspended above him, wearing nothing but his cum drenched underpants,
dirty sneakers and filthy socks, really made my dick leak!

   I defiantly wanted some good pictures of him at this moment, so I used
my remote to set the computer controlled lighting to spotlight Derrick in
the corner.  "Smile Derrick," said to him, clicking away.  "You are going
to make us some good money with these pictures.  Just think of all the
filthy old perverts all over the planet who will be jerking off to every
step of you learning your place in life."

   "Why me?" Derrick asked in his soft voice, trying unsuccessfully to hide
himself from the camera.  With his wrists shackled above him he could only
twist so much, and his profile and behind were just as alluring to me
anyway.

   "Because I found you boy.  It was destiny.  You are actually very lucky.
Now let's get you cleaned up a bit." I put the camera down for the moment
and walked over to him.  I bent down on one knee and grabbed his left foot.
He didn't fight me at all as I picked it up and pulled off his funky
sneaker.  I gave it a whiff, and it smelled like you would expect a teen's
sneaker to smell after wearing it for weeks; awful.  "Damn boy, these
should be thrown out, but until we get you a new wardrobe, I will throw
them in the washer." If his shoe was funky, the sock was even worse.  AT
one time I am sure it was white crew sock, but now it was gray and full of
holes, and it had to be peeled off his foot.  "I don't know how you could
live like this Derrick.  It's pretty disgraceful," I scolded him knowing
full well he had no way of helping it.  I stood up and shoved his sock in
his face.  "Smell this boy!  That's your fucking feet!  Disgusting!" He was
trying to move his face away from the foul sock, but again, with his back
against the wall, and me much larger than he, he had no chance.  "Smell it
boy!  You know what, you cursed at me earlier today, so a filthy mouth
deserves company.  Open your filthy mouth Derrick.  This is your first
punishment." He fought now, or tried too.  I just pinched his nose shut
until he had to breathe.  Once his mouth was open I jammed the filthy thing
in their.  He started retching.  "Don't fight it boy, breath through your
nose." I got him to calm a little, so he was breathing normally.  He still
didn't like that nasty thing in his mouth though.  Tears started streaming
down his face again, and gobs of drool started running out the side of his
mouth around his putrid sock gag.

   I bent down again, and placed a shackle around the leg I had just
stripped.  I unhooked his chain of his handcuffs from the wall, leaving his
wrists cuffed together though.  "Bend over and grab your ankles Derrick." I
helped him by pushing on the back of his neck, until he was bent over as
far as he could given his circumstances.  I grabbed his underpants and was
about to pull them down, but then I figured it might sting a little more
since they were still soaking wet with his piss from earlier, so instead I
pulled them hard up into his crack, giving him a full wedgie until he was
on his tip toes about to fall over.

   His ass was now a perfect target for me.  I picked up the shoe I had
taken off him earlier.  As I mentioned earlier, it was a Vans sneaker,
canvas with a nice rubber sole.  Perfect for what I had in mind.  I walked
over and wrapped my right arm around Derrick's waist (I'm left handed). 
"It's okay to scream boy, but you better dare not let that sock fall out of
your mouth." With that warning I started spanking his ass with his own
shoe. It made a satisfying sound when it connected with the wet undies.

   THWACK!

   Derrick bucked with the impact and screamed into the gag, but didn't
drop it.

   "The next time!" THWACK!  "You feel like cursing!" THWACK!  "Remember
how this feels boy!" THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!

   By the time I laid six good ones onto his back side, Derrick was sobbing
so much there was a nice puddle of drool under him.  "Easy there son." I
said as I gently lowered him to the floor, so that he was on his hands and
knees, crying into his gag.  I'm sure his ass was on fire, but with his
hands still cuffed, he couldn't even reach around and rub his stinging
cheeks.

   I had planned to save up a nice load for something special, but spanking
my boy for the first time, had me so hard and leaking I had to take care of
it right away.  I dropped the shoe and grabbed the camera again.  I wanted
a close up of Derrick's pimply face, all puffed up from crying with the
soaking wet nasty sock gag leaking streams of drool out the corners of his
mouth.  His nose was leaking snot all over the place too!  I set the camera
up on a tri-pod and programmed it to take a picture every 3 seconds. 
(Thank goodness for 8 gig SD cards!)

   I stood over the prone shaking boy, and watched his gaze follow my hands
as I undid the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out.  Now, I am not going
to lie and tell you my cock is ten inches or whatever.  It's a very
respectable six and a half inches (16.5 cm), but VERY thick, and it was
FULLY erect when I pulled it out and waved it in front of Derrick's face.
Judging by the look on his face, I doubt he had ever seen an adult male's
cock fully engorged before.  I grabbed a handful of his greasy hair and
pulled his head toward me so my cock was inches from his face.

   "You will get to know this cock very well boy.  It's your fathers cock.
It's a good son's duty to know every detail of his fathers cock.  How if
feels, how it tastes..." I was stroking as I was telling him this, and my
dick was leaking pretty good at that point.  I started rubbing my dickhead
on his cheek, my cock snot mixing with all the mess on his face.  I could
feel my balls boiling.  I yanked back on his head so his eyes were looking
into mine as I shot my load all over his face.  The cum was running into
his eye, so I yanked the sock out of his mouth and wiped his face with it.
All that really did was smear everything together into a big gooey mess on
his face.  Another perfect Kodak moment!



   I pulled his other shoe and sock off, and wiped my dick and put it back
in my pants.  "Ok Derrick, enough fun.  You need to get clean." I walked
over to where he now lay on the floor, grabbed the waist band of his
tattered Hanes and yanked has hard as I could.  I lifted him up off the
floor and ripped his shorts, giving him another good wedgie in the process.
I used my pocket knife to quickly take care of what was left of his
remaining bit of modesty, and threw the tattered stinky remains over with
the rest of his clothes.

   Derrick was now before me, naked as the day he was born.  He was hiding
his cock from me with his handcuffed hands, but I grabbed his wrists with
one hand and moved his hands over and behind his head, while my other hand
inspected his boy package.  Now remember, he had cum only about fifteen
minutes prior to this, but his cock was growing in my hand, and he was
blushing again.  Checking him out, I was pleased with what I saw.  He was
uncut, which was refreshing, and had a small bush of dark pubic hair, but a
nice smooth hairless ball sack.  He didn't have anything you could call
hair on his skinny legs either, just a little fuzz.  His balls were kind of
small, but he had a nice low hanging scrotum, which would be fun later on I
figured.  His cock was now almost fully erect and it looked to be around
five inches and pretty skinny.  He had kind of a small cock for a boy his
age, but overall he was pretty small and I was sure I was going to have fun
with it.

   He didn't have to worry about showing off his erection for long.  I
released his handcuffs and shoved him toward the shower, where he stumbled
and ended up on the floor.  I shortened the lead on the shackle around his
ankle, so he couldn't escape the shower spray, and while he laid there on
the floor, I realized that after being boned up for so many hours, and
finally blowing my wad on Derrick's face, I really had to pee!

   The boy was conveniently on his side in a fetal position right over the
shower drain, so I just undid my fly and let go a solid hot stream of piss
all over him.  By this time he was tired and didn't have much fight in him,
but still, when I realized what was happening, he rolled onto his butt and
tried backing away from me.  He was cornered, however, and now I was able
to really aim it good at his face.  It became a game, to see how much of
his body I could cover with my golden shower.  He turned away from me
facing with wall, crying and pleading with me to stop, but I just walked
closer to him grabbed his hair and thoroughly soaked him, so my piss was
running down his face, into his nose and eyes, and he could feel the warm
liquid run down his back, down his butt crack and puddling beneath him.

   At this point he was making unintelligible sounds, and when I released
my grip on his hair to put my dick back in his pants, he went down on all
fours and started retching.  Poor kid, I almost felt sorry for him.  I
guess his tummy didn't like the idea of being peed all over.  Or it might
have been the cum all over him, or his still flaming butt cheeks.  Who
knew? But he was making a mess in my dungeon now!  Good thing my shower was
European style with the handle attached to a flexible hose.  I turned on
the water, cold, and adjusted the head to spray a hard solid stream, and
started hosing down the filthy, cum and piss covered waif.

   He screeched when the cold stream hit him, and tried to block it, but
just like the piss shower I gave him a moment earlier, it was no use.  I
sprayed the water up and down his body, hosing off the accumulated filth he
had been acquiring since living on the streets.  Once he stopped dry
heaving, I washed what was left of his lunch down the drain and turned the
water off.

   "Stand up boy, that was just the beginning." I grabbed his ear and
pulled him standing.  He was hugging his shoulders and shivering so hard
his teeth were chattering.  I glanced down and his cock had made a hasty
retreat from the cold, shriveled and shrunken, with the end of his foreskin
barely visible out of his tiny bush.  I grabbed a bar of lava soap and
grabbing his hair again, started scrubbing his face very hard.

   "OWE!!!" He screeched as the rough soap attacked his baby face.  He
tried to pull away, and yanked his hair hard.

   "Stop squirming Derrick!  You are a filthy little boy and need to be
cleaned up!  Here, if you don't like the way I'm doing it, you finish.  But
I am going to be watching you, so you make damn sure you scrub every inch
of your body.  If I am not satisfied in the job you are doing, I will do if
for you and harder than I just did!" I handed him the soap and walked back
to my throne chair and sat down.  "I wanna see nothing bud suds and pink
skin, do you understand me boy?"

   Silence

   "Derrick I asked you a question.  Do we really have to go through this
again?"

   "N, no father, I understand," and he started scrubbing.

   It was delicious as I watched the dripping wet shivering nude youth
scrub himself as hard as he could with the scratchy soap, leaving a sudsy
gritty film on his pale body from head to foot.

   "Good boy, now put the soap down, and use the dispenser and get some get
and wash that mop on top of your head." His hair was long than I thought,
as it straightened out when wet.  I would take care of that soon I thought.


   He soon had a large lather of suds on his head, and the soap was leaking
into his eyes.  He stood there, looking at me with puppy dog eyes,
wondering if I would turn the water back on to rinse his filth away.  Not
quite yet.  I stood back up, walked over to a cabinet near the shower and
pulled out some rubber gloves.  I made a show of snapping them on my while
the shivering boy looked on.

   "Hands behind your head and spread your legs Derrick," I said walking
over to him.  When he complied without complaint, I started walking slowly
around him.  He was blinking rapidly, trying to see what I was doing and
keeping the soap out of his eyes at the same time.  "Not bad for your first
time boy.  I demand my son be clean at all times." My mouth was less than
an inch from his ear as I said this, at the same time running my gloved
finger down his spine.  "Pull your butt cheeks apart boy, I have to see if
you really got clean."

   He stopped blinking and looked at me, obviously thinking I couldn't be
serious.  However one glance at me convinced him otherwise, and with his
cheeks burning that shade of red I would come to love, he swallowed hard,
and slowly brought his hand down and half heartily spread them.  I kicked
his legs further apart, "WIDER!" I yelled.  He pulled them as far apart as
he could.  I got a nice glance of his boy pussy for the first time.  It had
soap suds running down it, but it was obvious Derrick needed lessons in
hygiene.

   I ran my gloved finger up his ass crack and he almost jumped out of his
skin at the contact.  I slapped his wet ass hard once.  "Stop moving around
boy.  Your pussy belongs to me you need to learn how to take care of it!" I
probed my finger a little deeper, not penetrating him, but definitely
making my presence known.  I pulled my finer out and pulling him upright by
his hair, ran the finger under his nose.  He scrunched his face up as he
obviously didn't like the smell of the slime on my finger.  I started
rubbing his lips with the glove, and although he struggled and clamped his
mouth shut, I still managed to give him a nice taste of his own ass,
watered down as it was.  "If you don't want to be tasting your own shit,
you need to learn to keep clean Derrick.  I will be inspecting you after
every time you bathe, is that understood boy?"

   He looked back at me with terrified eyes and shook his head yes, while
barely squeaking out, "Yes father."

   "Down on all fours boy!"

   He dropped immediately.

   "Kiss the floor boy, ass high." He clearly didn't understand my
instructions, so I helped him pressing down on his neck with my boot until
his face was pressed into the wet concrete floor.  Walking back to wear the
shower head was hanging I used my boot on his inner thighs to widen his
stance, giving me a lovely view of his most private area.  His anus was a
nice shade of pink, with just a hint of ass hairs, which contrasted nicely
with his hairless lo hangers that were flopping back and forth with his
every movement.

   I turned the cold water back on and aimed the stream right at his ass
hole.  He screeched and his body jerked, but he just buried his face in his
arms and let me hose him out.  Once satisfied his ass was clean enough to
eat, I switched the stream to a more gentle spray and turned the water
temperature up until it was just hotter than comfortably warm.  I pulled
him up by his hear and started rinsing him down head to toe, making I got
all the soap off of him.  Between the harsh lava soap and now the hot water
his pale skin was turning a nice shade of pink.  I had to slap his ass more
than once to get him to stop fidgeting until I was finally satisfied he was
clean.

   When wet, his hair fell below his eyes, and was a darker shade of
blonde. Still he was quite a nice acquisition for me.  I had him stand
there dripping wet while I took some more photos of him completely naked
(if you didn't count the carbon steel anklet he was wearing at the moment),
with his hands again behind his head.  If he already wasn't pink all over I
am sure his face would have been as I zoomed in on his cock and balls for
some nice close-ups.  I finally put the camera down and grabbed a nice big
fluffy towel.

   "Ok son, I don't want you catching cold your first day in your new
home." I started rubbing him down furiously with the towel.  I smiled to
myself when I noticed his cock was coming back to life as I concentrated
the towel on his upper thighs, and butt.  "You are quite a pretty boy
Derrick," When I finished I tossed the towel aside and hugged him close to
me, enveloping his tiny naked body in my arms.  "I know your scared son,
but I'm doing what's best for you believe me." He started shaking violently
and sobbing into my chest as I pulled him tight.  "It's ok son, your father
loves you."

   He was still trying to stop crying when I released his ankle from the
leg iron.  I knew he was too tired and too overwhelmed at the moment to try
anything.  I led him to the cell that I had picked out to be his first
room. "I'm going to keep you in here at first Derrick, but don't worry,
it's not permanent.  I just haven't got your room quite done up stairs yet"


   "You can't put me in there!  Please don't!"

   "What have I told you about talking back young man?" I grabbed his arm
and pulled him into the cell with me.  I sat down on the cot, and threw him
over my lap.

   SLAP!

   This time it was my bare hand on his skinny naked butt, and I could see
my hand print!

   He legs were kicking in the air, as I delivered another nine blows to
his butt, and I didn't hold back, I spanked him hard.  He had to learn
obedience.  My cock was hard again by the time I finished, and when I stood
him up, he tried to cover the erection that he had with one hand while re
rubbed his behind with the other.  I slapped his hand away.

   "Don't try to hide your pathetic little cocklet from me Derrick!  It's
obvious you're a little queerboy who needs his father's discipline.  Go
face the wall in the corner and put your hands on your head!"

   Glad he could face away from me and not show his hard cock to me, he did
as he was told.  Not close enough at first, but after I shoved him into the
wall, he got the message.  God and this was only the first few hours!  I
almost had to jerk off again!

   I sized the boy up from behind him, and went to a small chest I had
stocked with socks and underwear of likely sizes I thought I would need
before I left.  I found a company on the internet that made retro style
boys underwear.  All white with blue dotted line around the waistband. 
Even though a men's small size would probably fit him fine, I wanted to
re-enforce that Derrick's small size and make him feel more like a kid.  He
would wear "boy's underwear, size large.  The package said for ages 14 to
16, but Derrick was so small for his age, I was sure they would fit fine. I
set the bright white briefs on his cot, along with a matching ribbed "A"
shirt, (tank top or wife beater, depending on where you are from).  Next I
pulled out anther internet find.  You see, I have a thing for socks, and
cute boys' legs in them.  To me the right kind of sock on a cute boy's legs
can accentuate his other features.  I just find it hot.  So was happy to
stumble across a site that sold retro style tube socks like people wore in
the 70's.  They were white with a set of three colored stripes across the
tops, and I bought several sets of different lengths and colors.  For his
first time dressing up for me, I chose a pair of 22 inch length socks with
red stripes.  Once I had them laid out on his cot, I retrieved the camera,
tripod, and also a nice riding crop, just in case I had to encourage the
boy.  I set up the camera and ordered Derrick to turn around.

   He turned, with his hands still behind his head, his cock now deflated,
limply swinging as he turned.  "I've put some clean clothes out on your
cot. Get dressed and be quick about it."

   Seeming relieved that he wouldn't have to be naked in front of me any
longer he eagerly headed to the cot, only to discover that there was not
much laying on it.  When he picked up the briefs, he looked crestfallen.

   Still, I guess he figured it was better than being naked.  I almost
laughed out loud when out of some kind of modesty reflex he turned his back
to me to pull up his underpants.  He pulled the tight shirt over his head,
and then sat down to pull on the socks.  He seemed puzzled at first, at
their length and just pulled them on half assed, then looked up at me from
the cot.

   "Out of the cell boy, go stand in front of my chair." I pointed with the
crop where I wanted him to stand.  When he was more or less where I wanted
him, I adjusted the lights to dim all over the room, except for him under a
pretty bright spot light.  "Now listen carefully, because this will be
standard procedure every time you get dressed.  You will stand with your
feet twelve inches apart, with your hands clasped behind your back.  Do it
now!" I slapped my palm with the crop for emphasis.

   He did his best to follow the directions.  I walked slowly around him.
"No wonder your foster parents kicked you out.  You look like a fucking
slob!" I shouted, startling him.  "Tuck in your shirt to your underpants
boy!" THWACK!  I slapped his stomach with the crop for emphasis.

   He started franticly tucking his shirt in.

   "Not tight enough.  NO wrinkles!" THWACK!  THWACK, one to each shoulder.


   Once he had his shirt tucked in to my satisfaction, I walked behind him.
He was shaking, and I could see welts rising on his pale naked shoulders. I
looked down at the droopy socks on his scrawny little legs.  I took aim for
the spot on his right calf, just below the back of his knee.

   THWACK!

   "AAIIEEEEE" He screamed and grabbed for the back of his leg.

   "PULL your FUCKING SOCKS UP Derrick!  I didn't buy you nice long tubes
for you to wear them down around your ankles like common gutter trash!  UP!

   THWACK!  THWACK!  TWHACK!  I gave three more stinging blows to the backs
of his legs.

   He bent down and yanked the socks as high as they could go, which ended
up being well over his knees.

   "Do I have to show you everything!  No wonder you nobody would want you
in their home.  You should thank your lucky starts I found you, you stupid
twat!  Pull your socks to your knees and fold the extra bit over the top
like this." I bent down and showed him how we did it way back in my day,
when I was 13 and rode a skate board.  Doing so also gave me a chance to
feel up his legs again.

   Even though he was stinging from the blows, I noticed a very obvious
bulge in his briefs.  I watched him do his other sock like I showed him
warning him of dire consequences if he fucked it up, or it wasn't aligned
perfectly with the other sock.

   "When I lay out your clothes for the day Derrick, remember I will be
making sure you have dressed correctly.  Just as I did now, you can expect
on the spot correction.  We have guests on their way and I will not have
you looking like the cheep street whore, that you most certainly would have
become if I hadn't saved you."

   I grabbed his penis through his briefs.  "Obviously you react well to my
instructions.  Do you like your new outfit Derrick." I was caressing his
cock and balls now, and I could feel it growing.

   He swallowed hard.  I could tell he was horribly confused as to why his
dick was betraying him yet again and going steel hard.

   "You don't have to thank me now son, there will be time for that later I
want some pictures of you in your new clothes"

   I must say he was quite a picture of beauty, as I put him through
various poses for the camera.  His small undershirt was tightly tucked into
this tight white briefs that now matter how much he willed it to, had
trouble concealing a growing teen aged boner.  I also had him put his ratty
nasty sneakers back on to contrast with the bleached white color of the
brand new knee high tubes he was wearing .  I again had a raging hard on
myself, not only thinking of what I would do with this boy, but how much
money some of the pictures I had taken would bring me on the specialized
porn circuit.

   I had him pose for me in various positions.  He was not a natural model,
and was quite awkward and self conscious.  He was scared and embarrassed,
just the way I like a boy, and I could tell idea of being photographed
dressed as he was, was getting to him.  The wet spot on his briefs was
getting bigger, and his cock, small as it was fighting the elastic
waistband to escape.  To me, the pictures are more erotic when the subject
looks totally ashamed.  I could have spent another hour taking photos, but
an electronic chime went off, letting me know that I had visitors.  I
walked over to the dungeon computer and checked the security camera at my
gate.  I smiled and buzzed in the Mercedes SUV.

   "Derrick, my friend and his nephew have arrived.  He is a doctor and is
going to give you a thorough exam.  Lord knows what kind of bugs you are
carrying around with you.  You will do everything he says and cooperate
with him completely or you will live to regret it, but wish you hadn't.  Do
I make my self perfectly clear?"

   He didn't even realize he was grabbing his dick through his briefs in
front of me, "Yes father, but...I'm scared of doctors!"

   I smiled to myself.  If he knew Klaus he would be really afraid!

   "Just do what he tells you and you will be fine.  I will be with you the
whole time.  And you get to meet Daniel.  He's close to your age and I am
sure you will be great friends!  Now stand like I taught you for
inspection"

   He stood with his legs apart, hands behind his back, nipples poking
through the thin ribbed cotton of his shirt, and a very visible a wet spot
where his cock, now deflating, had been leaking copious amounts of pre cum.
I re attached a manacle to his right ankle, just to make sure he didn't
bolt when I went up stairs to let my friend in.

   Derrick didn't know what was in store for him, moments later when a tall
thin man wearing an impeccably tailored German Naval officer's uniform came
into the room.  I should explain that Klaus spent his early years after
medical school in the Deutsche Marine, serving as a ship's doctor. 
Apparently there was an incident with him and a young sailor aboard a ship,
and Klaus was offered politely to resign his commission.  He moved to the
states, and ever since, has been a pillar of our community.  To most of the
locals, he was nothing more than a distinguished retired officer and
country doctor, and in fact made a pretty decent living off of it.  His
status was elevated even more, when he took in his poor orphaned nephew,
his sister's son who lived in England, four years ago when the lad was
barely thirteen years old.

   Every once in a while, he liked to revel in his naval past, and would
play some naval games with his nephew, which apparently he was involved in
when I asked him to come over.

   Now seventeen years old and thoroughly trained as Klaus' medical
assistant, among other things he was trained for, his nephew, Daniel,
walked in behind Klaus, carrying two large medical cases.  Daniel was also
in uniform, although, not quite the same as uniform of a Korvettenkapitän
that Klaus was sporting.  Daniel was wearing a superbly tailored sailor
suit, featuring a dark blue middy blouse with a black kerchief, blue and
white striped undershirt, tight, short, dark blue short trousers and
matching knee socks, held up by garters.  He wore highly polished lace up
black leather shoes, and topped his uniform with a white sailor hat with a
black headband with long black ribbons coming off the back.  If Daniel was
at all humiliated by the little boy outfit he routinely had to wear for his
uncle's perverse desires, he didn't show it.

   When Klaus handed his nephew his hat, and he removed his own, he
revealed do Derrick a very red, flat top haircut.  While Klaus's sister had
been a picture of Aryan purity, the boy's father was quite Celtic.  His
skin was almost as pale as Derrick, but covered in light freckles.  He was
taller than Derrick at about five foot eight, and probably outweighed him
by at least twenty pounds, but was still quite a slender lad and quite
fetching wearing such a revealing outfit.

   Korvettenkapitän, Dr., Klaus Schmidt, looked at the scrawny dirty blond
boy cowering in front of him in just his underclothes and shoes and smiled
a very unnerving smile to Derrick.  The terrified boy could feel the
doctor's gaze burning through him and his knees started shaking.  Besides
not liking doctors very much, apparently Derrick was intimidated by
uniforms as well.

   "So very nice to meet you young man," Klaus told Derrick while cupping
the boy's chin in his hand trapping the boy with the gaze of his cold gray
eyes.  Klaus then looked at me, and then to his nephew.  "Daniel, please
get the instruments ready.  We have a lot of work to do this afternoon"

   Daniel, with almost military bearing, snapped the heels of his shoes
together, and with his chest out and head up, almost shouted, "Yes Doctor!"
and started unpacking the bags.

   Derrick looked from the other boy to the doctor, then his eyes rolled
back in his head and he fainted, falling forward right into the arms of my
good friend, the doctor.

   End of Chapter 3.

   Coming in Chapter 4, Derrick get's a physical exam.

   Comments, thoughts, ideas always welcome.  Mwriter65@yahoo.com