Author: Take Charge Dad Title: Making of a Slave Boy: Interrogation Part: 04 Summary: Kyle's Master returns to the Island with some questions as he begins Kyle's real training. Keywords: Mm17m14b11, oral, anal, slave Donate - Please donate to ASSTR. For just the cost of a cup of coffee a week you can help feed the imaginations of starving readers. Help end sexual hunger today, donate at /donations.html Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story - This story is fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. Please email me at niftytakechargedad at yahoo.com with any comments. Making of a Slave Boy 4: Interrogation Parts 1 - 3 can be found at - /~Take_Charge_Dad/ Zach and Alex kept playing cards as they occasionally looked out at the approaching fishing boat. I knew we were expected to meet the boat at the dock to greet our Master and tie the boat up. I started to get anxious as the boat got closer. They didn't seem to be concerned. "Um, shouldn't we get down to the dock?" I asked looking at first Zach than Alex. Alex smirked, "Sure, if you're chicken. YOU better head down there now, you better be early since a little wimp like you can't risk being late and getting punished. You should take the Slave with you," he said nodding at Zach. Zach laughed, "Nah, I am not afraid of being late, plus I can run faster than you. Why don't you get started down there and I'll catch up." I wasn't really sure exactly what game they were playing with each other, but I decided I didn't care if they thought I was chicken or not. I wasn't about to be late to great our Master at the dock. I climbed down from the loft and made my way to the dock. I stood there waiting for a couple minutes and as the fishing boat approached the dock, Alex and Zach came running down the dock just in time to be standing at the end as Master pulled the boat along side and reversed the engines to stop the boat's momentum. Our Master was shirtless as he stood at the helm. I was again struck by how handsome he was, he was just so manly. Maybe Alex was right, I was a fag that wanted to belong to a real man. There was a moment of confusion as we realized that Jose was not on the fishing boat with Master. When they explained my duties for the boat docking to me, Alex and Zach had said that Jose would be with our Master. Jose was supposed to toss the rope to me to secure the stern. Since he wasn't there, we went with plan B; Zach jumped onto the fishing boat and tossed me the rope, then he scrambled to the bow to toss a line to Alex. After the boat was secure, we all stood on the dock, our hands behind our backs, and our heads bowed. Alex wiggled his toes, the signal, and we all said "Welcome home, Master," just as we had practiced. "Hello boys," replied our Master as he stepped down onto the dock, carrying a backpack. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest. "Slave and Alex, unload the supplies and put everything away, then occupy yourselves in the main house. You have permission to play video games. Boy, follow me," he said as he turned and started walking up the dock towards the island. "Yes Master," we all answered before separating. Zach and Alex climbed into the boat to start unloading it, while I hurried after Master. I caught up to him and fell into place behind him as he had been taught by Zach and Alex, slightly to his right and about two feet behind him. If Alex had been with us, he would have taken the position where I was, while the next 'highest' ranked boy would take up position behind him and to his left. If all three of us were to be with him, I would walk behind all three, in line with our Master, forming a diamond pattern. I followed him as he walked towards the kennels. Even though Zach had assured me that I wasn't going to be locked up in one of the cages, I was still nervous. We went inside and let out a sigh of relief as he led me upstairs to one of the rooms off the main hallway. I hadn't been up here before, but when we went into the room it was obvious that one of the other boys had been in here recently to set it up. There was a full size bed against one wall with a table next to it. The bed frame had drawers built into it underneath the bed. The bed frame also had thick wooden bed posts that were lined with eye rings. There were also lots of eye rings in the ceiling and walls. A pair of chains hung down from the ceiling. I closed the door behind me and took up position just inside the room, my feet shoulder width apart, my arms behind my back, and my slightly bowed with my eyes directed towards the floor a few feet in front of me. "Okay Boy, time to show me what you've learned," he said as he set his backpack down on the table next to the bed. "Present," he ordered. I quickly moved my arms up, locked my hands behind my head and stuck my elbows out. I kept my chest pushed out by pulling my shoulders back. He walked over and ran his hands over my body, feeling my arms, shoulders, chest, stomach and butt. "Such a pretty submissive boy. I'm looking forward to breaking you in," he said as he stepped behind me. He reached around and tugged on my nipples, "I'm going to stretch out your little titties; give you some big thick nipples that I can chew on." He started pinching my nipples, digging into them with his finger nails. I tried my best not to cry out in pain but he kept squeezing until I let out a whine while my knees started to shake and I unconsciously tried to pull my chest away from the abuse. He released my aching tits then slapped my ass hard, "Back into position Boy." I quickly straightened up and pressed my chest back out. "Not bad, you lasted longer than I expected. You have some potential. You will eventually learn to enjoy the pain, to crave it. You won't feel alive unless you are getting abused. You are mine now Boy to do with as I please. Pleasuring me will be your sole desire, and nothing brings me more pleasure than abusing a little slut like you," he said as he walked in front of me. He reached down and grabbed my soft little cock and tiny balls, wrapping his hand around them. "Who do these belong to Boy?" he asked. "You Master," I said. "What is there purpose?" he asked. "To bring you pleasure Master," I answered. Zach had coached me on what the correct answers were to questions like this. "Good Boy," he said as he started to squeeze them. I did my best to control the pain using a breathing exercise Alex taught me, but eventually the pain again grew to more than I could take. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I cried out but couldn't pull away because his grip was too tight. He eventually let go but then pulled his hand back and delivered a hard open palm slap to my balls. I screamed in pain and collapsed. I clutched at my aching balls and curled up into a fetal position as I cried. "I am disappointed in you Boy. Not because you couldn't take the pain, but because you deceived me. I only buy boys that no one wants. Boys who no one will miss. But apparently you somehow tricked Jose, and therefore me. Who is looking for you boy?" he asked. I could hear him walking around the room but I wasn't looking at him. I was confused; I didn't know what he was talking about. I gave him the only answer I could, "I don't know Master." "Liar!" he yelled. He kicked me. "Who would miss if you disappeared? Answer me!" he screamed. I desperately tried to figure out who would be looking for me. I grasped at the first person that came to mind, "Maybe Granny Williams," I said. "Granny? You're grandmother is dead. Who is Granny Williams?" he asked as he paced around the room. I wondered how he knew who my grandmother was and that she was dead. My mother had never talked to me about my grandmother. She just told me that she hadn't seen her mother since she ran away from home when she was fifteen. I saw the man approaching me, he looked like he was going to kick me again so I stopped wondering about my mother and grandmother and blurted out an answer to his question. "She is an old black lady that lives on the first floor. She would always give me candy when I'd help her with her grocery shopping. All the kids in the building called her Granny cause she called us all her grankids. I don't know why," I babbled. "No, it wouldn't be her. Is there anyone else? We need to find out who is looking for you because whoever it is, he is dangerous. I am sorry to tell you this Boy, but whoever is looking for you murdered your mother and Diego. The police are looking for him and you," he said. I was stunned and even more confused. My mother and Diego murdered? Someone dangerous looking for me? I didn't know what to feel. I had already made peace with the fact that I wouldn't be seeing my mother again for years, and I didn't really like her, but she was still my mother. Now she was dead. I was starting to recover from the pain in my balls and ribs, so I struggled up to my feet and got back into the 'present' position. I saw that Master had gone over to the table and pulled a folder out of his backpack. He walked over and shoved a piece of paper in my face. "Who took these photos of you Boy?" he asked, his voice had an edge of anger to it. I looked at the paper. It had two photos of me on it. One was a close up of my face. I was smiling, even though I had a swollen lip. I little present from Diego for talking back to him. The other was of me sitting on the bed in Diego's guest room. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I remembered both of those photos and the man that had taken them. "Bo, Master," I said. "Who is Bo?" was his terse response. "A man that bought drugs from Diego. He also would fool around with me," I answered. Master asked me a ton of questions about him. What Bo looked like, if I knew his last name, if I ever heard any of his conversations with Diego, did I know what Bo did for a living, things like that. I told him everything I knew which wasn't much. Master kept telling me he needed to know everything about the man so that he could help catch him for what he did to my mother and Diego. I told the truth even though I suspected that my Master wasn't telling me the truth about what happened. I knew he couldn't go to the police with any of this information because he couldn't tell them how he got it. Also it didn't make any sense to me. Why would Bo kill my mom, even if he was upset at Diego for selling me? I was starting to cramp up from having to maintain my position for so long. I guess Master finally figured I didn't have any more information I could tell him so he let me relax for a minute. He picked something up off the table and came over to me, walking behind me. I felt something brush up against my head as he put it on me. It was a blindfold and he covered up my eyes. I heard the drawers on the bed being opened and closed then my Master was back, standing in front of me; I could hear and smell him. "Right hand," he ordered. I obeyed and held my right hand out. He wrapped a leather wrist restraint around it and cinched it tight. "Left hand," he then ordered releasing my right. I lowered it and raised my left hand. He put a leather wrist restraint on the left hand. He then grabbed me by the back of the neck and guided me across the room. My guess that he was leading me to where the chains were was soon confirmed as he raised my right hand up and hooked it onto the chain. He then hooked it to the other chain, stretching out my arms. He went and got something else then returned. "Open your mouth Boy," he said. I felt a small pill get placed on my tongue. "Hold that for a second," he ordered. I did as he commanded. I could feel and taste the pill as it started to dissolve a little on my tongue. It tasted really bad, having a strong bitter taste that burned a little. Zach had let me know never to refuse to take anything he gave me, the punishment would be worse than whatever he would give me. A moment later I felt his hand cup my chin and tilt my head back. "Here, drink this to wash the pill down," he said as pressed a bottle of water to my lips. He poured a small amount of water into my mouth and I swallowed. I heard some more sounds of him getting things out of drawers and then I smelt the familiar smell of weed. It seems he enjoyed smoking it as much as Zach and Alex did. The smell got stronger as I heard him walk around in front of me again. "Breath in when I blow smoke into your mouth Boy," he said. I could hear him use a lighter and draw in some breath. Then I felt his lips brush against mine and he started to gently blow smoke into mouth. I inhaled as ordered. He repeated this a couple times and I soon felt stoned. I was really high when he finally had enough and stopped. The pot had a much greater effect on me, since I was so much smaller. It was really hard to focus and pay attention to what he was doing while I was baked and blind. The next thing I noticed was a cool slick substance being applied to my nipples. It was quickly followed by two suction cups. He squeezed the air out of the cups to start stretching my little nipples. "I like big nipples on my boys. It's easier to torture them when you can find them," said my Master. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to himself at that point. He then moved around behind me and I felt his breath on the back of my neck, "You need to be punished for pulling away from me earlier when I was squeezing your pathetic little nips and your tiny balls, don't you Boy?" It was a struggle to remember all the rules Zach and Alex had tried to teach me since I was so stoned. He spanked my ass, "When I ask you a question Boy, I expect an answer," he growled. "Yes Master. Sorry Master," I said. I remembered the advice Zach had given me, whenever you screw up, beg to be punished, he'll actually go easier on you if you beg to be punished. "Please punish me Master. I'm a weak pathetic slave boy that deserves to be beat. Please hurt me Master," I begged. "Hmph, yes, you need to be punished. I'm going to spank you and I'm not going to take it easy on you. You'll need to learn to control your reaction to the pain, learn to enjoy it. I want you to count out your blows. You are going to get twenty spankings, if you screw up the count, I'll have to start over," he explained. "Yes Master, thank you Master," I said. Alex had made me practice this yesterday, getting spanked and counting them out. At the time I had thought it was just an excuse for the older boy to hurt me, but now I realized he been telling me the truth about needing to learn tricks to keep count. I also quickly discovered that Alex had taken it really easy on me yesterday when spanking me. I tensed my butt checks expecting a blow to land. Not being able to see him, I didn't know when it was coming. He must have been watching and waiting because as soon as I relaxed my cheeks again he delivered the first blow. "OOOWWWW," I cried out as his hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. I had been spanked before by Diego and my mom and Alex yesterday, but never that hard. I jumped forward and lost my balance as the chains held my arms back. My feet slipped out from under me and I was hanging by my hands. I eventually managed to get my feet back under me. I heard him sigh. "You must really love to get beat Boy. This is going to take forever if you can't even manage to count to one you faggot," he said. "Sorry Master, I'll do better Master," I apologized. I felt so worthless. "ARRGGHH! One," I cried out as his hand came down on my left cheek. As I squirmed in pain, I immediately started preparing myself mentally for the next blow, repeating 'two' to myself as I struggled to stay on my feet. "Two, gggghhh," I cried out as the next blow landed. I couldn't control myself and I started to sob, tears running down my face, as pain shot through my body from my ass. It felt like my ass was on fire and I repeatedly lost my feet, swinging from the chains by my bound wrists, but I was able to remember the count and croak out the numbers blow after blow. I was sobbing uncontrollably and tears were streaming down my face as I finally yelled out "Twenty." I hung there limply, held up only by the wrist restraints that were digging into the base of my hands. My shoulders ached almost as much as my ass. I don't know how long I was hanging there when I felt his arm wrap around my waist and lift me up. He used his other hand to unhook the chains and free me. He carried me over to the bed and removed the suction cups on my little tits before he laid me face down on the bed. "Well done Boy," he said. He handed me the bottle of water, "Here, drink." I gulped down some water, all the pain in my ass and arms had distracted me from thirsty I was. As the pain faded, my other senses started to return to me. I was feeling warm and I was covered in sweat. I also wasn't feeling as stoned anymore, as a sense of euphoria started to come over me. Zach told me later that the pill he had given me was ecstasy. As I lay on the bed it definitely started to kick in. My skin felt sensitive and wanted to be touched. Master lay down on the bed next to me and removed the blindfold. I turned and looked at him, momentarily forgetting my place and Zach's instructions never to look him in the eyes. He had dark brown eyes, almost black. His short black and gray hair was damp from his own sweat. He was also naked, having stripped off his clothes while I was blindfolded. Fortunately he didn't notice or didn't care that I was looking at him. He reached out and put his hand on my chin, "Open your mouth Boy," he said. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He hocked up some spit and spat it into my mouth. Then leaned in and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He pulled me on top of him and ran his hands over me as he kissed me. It felt amazing. I was squirming and writhing on top of him, trying to press as much of my body and skin against him as I could. I was so out of it that I don't know if it was a minute or an hour later when he pushed me off of him and positioned me lying face down on the bed. Before I knew what was going on he had attached ropes to my wrists and pulled them tight through rings that were on the bed posts. He then put some leather ankle restraints on me and secured them with rope to the rings on foot of the bed. I was stretched tight on the bed, lying face down and spread eagle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up a big bottle of lube from the table. He got in between my legs and started to lube up my asshole. He went slower this time then he had on the boat. Using his fingers to open my hole and make sure there was plenty of lube up inside me. Zach had given me tips while he had been applying the medicated cream to my ass the last few days. Both Zach and Alex had the ability to relax their asses and open up their assholes. They would rub them with their hands, poke them with their fingers and their holes would open up. They promised that I would eventually be able to do the same, I just had to practice and get fucked by a lot of big cocks. So I pushed out on my ass as they had taught me while Master fingered my hole. I was expecting it to hurt, but I think the drug was overwhelming the pleasure centers of my brain. I was horny as hell, but my cock was soft, my entire focus was on the pleasure that he was creating with his fingers in my ass. He was stretching me out, adding more fingers until he had three fingers inside my ass. I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out. Soon though he was has lying on top of me, his weight pressing my tied up body into the bed. I could feel his big thick cock resting in the crack of my ass. "Beg for it Boy," he whispered into me ear. "Please fuck me Master. I need you in me. Fuck me with that big cock, I don't care if hurts, I need you to fuck me, use me," I said trying to remember all the things Zach had told me to say. "Yeah, you're a little faggot slut aren't you Boy," he said as he started to grind his cock into the outside of my butt. "Yes Master, I'm your little faggot slut. I'm your cum dump; use me, abuse me, I live to please you Master," I said. I guess he heard what he wanted because he adjusted himself so the head of his thick ten inch monster cock was pressed up against my eleven-year-old asshole. While he had just had three fingers inside of me, it was nothing compared to the thickness of his uncut cock. He started pushing it into me and despite the ecstasy and the pot, it hurt. I knew it was pointless to struggle but still I couldn't help myself, I tried to crawl away; the ropes and his weight held me in place, helpless to resist as he slowly impaled me on his cock. He entered me a lot slower this time compared to when he fucked me on the boat. He pulled out a couple times and smeared more lube on his cock then stuck it back into me. Sweat was pouring off of me as I strained against the ropes holding me in place. He continued to insult me, telling me things like, I was a worthless faggot whose only purpose was to be used by a man like him. I was in too much pain to answer him, instead I whimpered and sobbed as I tried to push out my ass, like I was popping. I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like it was forever before he was finally all the way inside me. I felt his hips press against my butt cheeks as he laid on top of me, not moving for a minute as my body was forced to become accustomed to having all of his huge cock up my ass. I felt some movement on top of me. I opened my eyes and saw his arm reaching out to the table. He picked up a half-smoked joint and re-lit it. He tossed the lighter back on the table then took a huge hit off the joint. He held it in for a minute then grabbed me by my hair and turned my head to the side as he leaned down and blew the smoke into my mouth. I could feel that my face was a mess, covered in tears from my eyes and snot from my nose. He didn't seem to notice or care as he keep shotgunning more lungfuls of pot smoke into me. The pot helped with the pain in my ass and seemed to reactivate the ecstasy as I started to feel happy for no real reason. I felt this incredible sensation in my ass as he shifted his weight just a bit, which moved his cock in and out of my ass just an inch or two. There was a distant pain from my torn asshole, but there was also an electrical shock that seemed to travel from inside my ass to my dick. I moaned in pleasure. "I knew you would eventually start enjoying this faggot. When I first saw your photo I could tell you were born to take cock. Soon you will feel incomplete when you don't have something stuffed up your cunt," he said as he started to slide just a little bit of his cock in and out of me, working my hole. At the mention of a photo I remembered the pictures he had shown me that were taken by Bo. I don't know why, perhaps it was the ecstasy, but I smiled at the thought that Bo was out there looking for me. I felt there was someone out there that loved me. I started to imagine it was Bo fucking me instead of the man that now owned me. Master's cock was rubbing up against something inside of me that created intense feelings of pleasure but my mind thank Bo for it. The room seemed to spin and the walls pulsed in time with his fucking. Suddenly though it was over. "UGGGH, oh fuck, take my cum Boy," groaned Master as he ground his cock into me and held it deep inside my ass as he came. His cock twitched and pulsed as it fired volley after volley of cum into me. With one final groan he finished and collapsed on top of me. I struggled to breath as his weight pressed down on me. Eventually he rolled off of me and untied my arms and legs. I was too exhausted to move, but he grabbed me hair and pulled. I scrambled along the bed to keep from getting dragged as he moved my head to the edge of the bed where he was standing. His softening cock was hanging right in front of my face. It was covered in lube, cum, and had some frothy red bubbles at the base. I started shaking in fear. Zach and Alex had both tried to reassure me that this part wasn't as bad as it looked, but now that the time for me to clean his cock was here, I panicked. As he moved his cock towards my face, I turned away. I didn't even see his hand it moved so fast. He used his free hand to slap me across the face. "Suck Boy or I'll beat you bloody," he yelled at me. The whole side of my head ached. He raised his hand again. Before he hit me another time, I opened my mouth and started licking the head of his dick. I think the pain actually helped me in cleaning his cock because it overwhelmed the rest of my senses. I don't even remember what it tasted like, I just cried and licked as he used his grip on my hair to guide my mouth around his cock. When I had licked him clean, he pushed me back down onto the bed then went over to the table. He collected his backpack and put the paper with the photos back into it then left the room. I was curled up in a ball on the bed crying when Zach came into the room. He carried a tray and went over to the table and set it down. He picked up a warm wash cloth from the tray and used it to wipe me off. Even though it was a hot day and there wasn't any air condition in the room, I started shivering. He then moved a plate of sliced fruit from the tray to the bed next to me. Finally he got a sheet out from one of the drawers under the bed and covered us both with it as he laid down behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. I cried for myself and I cried for my mother. After I was cried out he started to feed me pieces of fruit. They were juicy and tasty. I enjoyed the feel of them in my mouth as I was still flying on the ecstasy. *** Robert sighed in frustration as yet another door was closed on him by an uncooperative resident. It was obvious to the experienced cop that someone had gotten to the building residents before him. None of the them had anything to say to him. Four gunshots late at night in the building, yet somehow everyone had been out, or slept through it, or had their TV turned up so loud that they didn't hear anything. The building security cameras had been of no use, according to the building management the computer that recorded and backed up the footage had crashed earlier that day and no one noticed until the police showed up after receiving the anonymous report about the gunshots from Diego's apartment. Whoever had killed Diego and Kyle's mother knew how to insure silence. I knocked on the last apartment on my list. According to the records from the building management, it was occupied by Mary Williams. I heard some noise inside then after a minute an elderly lady's voice spoke from the other side, "Yes?" "Excuse me ma'am, but I was hoping I could ask you a few questions about the incident upstairs," said Robert. Unlike most of the other residents of the building she didn't immediately tell him that she wasn't here, or she was asleep, or some other bullshit excuse. Instead she opened the door. Mary Williams was a frail elderly women in her early nineties. She was used a cane to walk and dragged an oxygen tank around the apartment with her as she moved from the door to a large comfortable chair by the window that over looked the walkway leading from the street to the front door of the apartment building. "Come in, come in," she said. "Thank you ma'am," said Detective Beauregard as he entered the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He sat down in the chair the lady directed him to. "I am with the police department and I'm investigating what we believe is a double homicide that took place upstairs a couple nights ago. I am also trying to locate Kyle Jacobs. Where you here that night?" he asked. She stared at me for a minute and took a deep breath of air from her oxygen tank, "You got a cigarette on you?" "Sorry ma'am, I don't smoke," answered Robert. She sighed and turned to stare out the window. "Doctor won't let me smoke, says it will kill me. Like the cancer in the lungs isn't going do that anyway, smoke or no smoke," she said. She then sat there silently and continued to look out the window. The detective looked around her apartment. The table next to her chair was covered with prescription pill bottles. There was a folded US flag in a triangular case displayed on her mantle, the flag was faded. She saw him looking at it. "The Army gave me that, like it somehow makes up for taking my boy from me and sending him to die over in the Viet Nam," she explained. Although it must have been at least fifty years since her son died, there was still bitterness in her voice. "My condolences ma'am," said Robert. The elderly waved her hand to brush away his ritualistic expression of sympathy. She gave him an appraising look, "You answer my questions and I will tell you what I saw. You really with the police?" "Yes ma'am," answered Robert. He pulled out his badge and identification card and offered them to the women. She glanced briefly towards them but didn't make a move to take them or make the detective bring them closer to her for inspection. "If you with the police, then why I see you coming in and out of here to buy drugs from that Diego, but you never do anything to stop what he was doing," she said. "Sorry ma'am, I'm not at liberty to say. It's an ongoing investigation," he responded. "Hmph," she huffed then turned towards the window, "Then you best be leaving, cause I ain't at liberty to say what I saw." Robert thought it over then nodded, "I was undercover and working on getting information so I could try to find out where the gang that Diego was with was getting its drugs." "You still trying to find them drugs?" she asked. "No ma'am, at this point my main concern is trying to find out what happened to Kyle," Robert said, giving her the honest answer. She nodded, "Such a sweet boy. He was always helping me out. Told me about you, said you was a nice man, unlike the others. You brought him books, I saw. I see everything that happens around here." "Did you see what happened to Kyle ma'am?" asked Robert as he leaned forward. "I saw; a man took him away and never brought him back. The man came back though. He came back later that night with a couple men from Diego's gang. The men from the gang took some boxes out of the building. The man, he was the one that shot Diego and Jess. The other two, the ones I'd seen before, they told everyone that if anyone talked to the police, they and their families would get the same as Diego and Jess," she said. "Ma'am, are you willing to help me find Kyle by coming down to the station and looking through some photo books and working with a sketch artist to help us identify these men?" asked the detective. "If it will help you find that sweet little boy, yes," she said. Robert tried to constrain his enthusiasm at the possibility that he might have a lead. He need to ask a couple more questions to both make sure he wasn't going to get himself in trouble and that Mrs. Williams knew the risk she was taking. "Mrs. Williams, I really want to find Kyle. I think he is in danger. I care for him. Some of the things I did while I was undercover, well, the other officers might not let me continue working on this case if that got brought up," started Robert before he was cut off. "You don't be worried about that. The boy cared for you. If you had hurt him, I'd know. I see things. Some boys, well they almost girls. You ask me, he would have been better if he live with you than his mother. Not my place though. Not my place to be saying anything about you neither," she said. Robert let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you ma'am. One more thing, if they threatened to kill you and your family, why are willing to help me?" asked Robert. The old women started to laugh softly but soon her laughter turned into coughing. She grabbed a handkerchief and covered her mouth as she coughed. When she recovered, she gave Robert a bittersweet smile and said, "My family is already with the Good Lord and when I stand before the Good Lord and husband and my boy, I'd rather it be cause I tried to help save that sweet little boy, than cause the cancer finally got me." For links to all my stories go to: /~Take_Charge_Dad/