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touch, he reached across and wiped the tears away, lifting up Josh's head to look into his eyes.

"I do love you Josh," and he reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a small square box.

“I was planning to give this to you earlier, but you should have it now."

Josh took a deep breath, looking at the velvet covered little box. He couldn't believe it. Gently, he reached out one trembling hand, to take the box, to hold it in his hand, feeling it, afraid to open it.

He looked up again, into Darren's eyes. He saw the pain in there, and wanted to reach out and wipe it away, but he had too much pain of his own, and who would wipe that away? Would Darren?

"I can't open this, not yet, you want to hear the details and after you hear them you may want this back, Darren."

Josh had tears running down his face; he was on the verge of crying openly for the first time in almost 12 years. The last time he had cried was when his real father had died. He took a deep breath, to calm himself and stop the flow of tears.

"I hope you have more than two bottles of this brandy. It is going to be a long night, at least if you really do want to hear my life's story."

"I do, and I don't expect I will ever want to take that box back, I just hope you never want to give it back."

"Here, let me get some more brandy, I think we both could use a few drops more."

He took Josh's glass and his and refilled them, and as he returned to the sofa, to sit next to Josh, he knew that he was about to enter a world he never knew, or bothered to know, and he was scared.

Josh took a long pull of brandy from his glass. He looked over to Darren, sitting next to him, their knees touching. He could feel the apprehension going through Darren's body, yet he felt the love there too; he could tell that Darren was struggling deeply with this, and maybe, but no, once he told his story he knew it would be time for him to move on, to just go on.

"I don't know where to start, I mean you know about my wonderful life on the farm, how the step dad thing went, so I guess there is no need to go there, so where do I start, there is so much and yet really it is all pretty much the same."

Josh leaned back into the sofa, his head against the back and he closed his eyes. He travelled back in time, to that ride with the truck driver that took him away from one nightmare into another.

The driver sat back up into his side of the truck. He was grinning as he started the truck back up and got it rolling back onto the highway. He didn't say anything and Josh was glad for that. He pulled his pants back up, trying to cover himself and yet he felt so dirty. This wasn't how he thought sex would be. He liked it at the time, when he was shooting his load, and the touch of someone's hands on his private parts sent a chill up his spine, but now, well now he just felt dirty. He wanted to get out and find a bath and sit in it for hours, to clean himself but he also knew that the dirt wasn't on him, but

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