He is there, too, watching me silently, waiting for me to wake up. ‘How are you feeling?’ says he, reaching with a large, square hand to brush my ...air out of my eyes. I say, ‘Like I’ve been tied to a bed all night.’ But I smile. He half-smiles, indulging me. ‘Glad you have such a healthy sense of humor this early in the morning.’ He unties me and helps me to stand. My knees buckle as soon as my feet touch the floor, but he supports me, like he always does. He stays with me while I pee, silent. True, there were a couple bros who Chase realized he’d never be able to warm up to. But, by and large, Chase was pretty happy with the arrangement he’d agreed to.The only problem was the weekend beer bashes, where all his bros would just hang out together, drinking beer. Invariably, his bros would get horny and then Chase would find himself bent over some piece of furniture, or just leaning up against a wall, as one b*o after another worked a nut off inside his boy-hole. It wasn’t so much. I stood outside the door, and my heart was beating like a horse running! I tried to close my eyes to calm myself down by counting “one, two, three, four…” I heard something behind the door. Someone was moaning there saying “Yes baby! Come on, fuck me hard, Terry! Yes… yeah… yeah, I’m almost there! Baby, I want it!” “Terry? Did she call me or someone else who also called Terry?” I was worry and sad, hesitating whether I shall pressed the doorbell. I chose to keep waiting outside, listen. “Oh. The two said the Lord’s Prayer and then John had Patty visualize the hands of Christ over her hands as she covered the wound front and back.Peter called his dad, letting him know what happened.Peter’s third call was to Officer McCormick. He arrived within three minutes and came in through the back door, gun drawn. Peter had gone to retrieve the pistol of the first man and had both laying on the floor of the second-floor landing. The next ten minutes became a beehive of activity as ten of.