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Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 19 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author’s consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting fty/. Chapter Nineteen “This will look good on you.” Gray pulled a Tulsa Hurricane’s jersey from the shelf and held it against Blue’s chest. The dark navy jersey made Blue’s eyes stand out even more than usual. Blue sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” Gray noticed the boy’s moodiness and asked, “What’s wrong?” Blue shook his head. “I don’t know, Gray.” But he did know. This shopping trip reminded him of the first time that jerk Dr. Barry took him to buy clothes in Tulsa. Gray wasn’t anything like Barry, but it still unnerved Blue. He didn’t want things to go the same way with Gray. “I just … well … you’ve already bought me three shirts. Why do I need that one?” Gray put the shirt down and turned to face the frowning teen. “Blue, I have a confession to make.” Blue looked up, listening. “I know I said I would get you a few things, just so you could have a change of clothes when you decide to go back on the streets, but …” “But what?” Gray sighed. “Blue, I don’t want you to go back. I … well, I want you to stay. With me.” Gray took a deep breath and rushed on, spilling his plan before Blue could stop him. “I’ll turn my study into a bedroom for you. We’ll fix it up nice. Put in your own bed and desk and stuff. It’ll be great! And you can stay with me and the dogs and you don’t ever have to go back on the streets again. You don’t have to do all that stuff you used to do for those creepy guys out there. I’ll take care of you. I’ll–” Blue held up his hand and stopped Gray. “Hold it, my dude. Do you know what you’re sayin’?” Gray nodded. “I know exactly what I’m saying, Blue. I’ve thought about it carefully, and I know there’s a few things we must do first. I can’t just let you move in with me. There are legal issues I’ll have to take care of. And we have to think about school. And all kinds of other stuff. But those are all details we can take care of later. Right now, the only thing I care about is you. I know I’m springing this on you awfully sudden, and you need time to think about it–” Blue shook his head, exasperated. He wanted to believe that everything Gray said could happen. He wanted to believe that somehow he could leave the fucking streets behind and live some damned fairy tale ending. But it just couldn’t. It hadn’t worked out with Barry, and it wouldn’t work now with Gray. Blue couldn’t get that lucky, so he shook his head and said, “It ain’t gonna happen, Gray. You and I both know that.” “Huh? Why not?” “Come on, Gray. You know what’s goin’ on here.” Gray was confused, hearing that. “What are you talking about, Blue?” “Do I gotta spell it out for ya’?” Gray nodded. “Maybe you do, Blue. Because I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Blue ducked his head and sighed. “You got your first blowjob last night, and you gave one too. You had a good time. So did I. It’s always excitin’ the first coupla’ times you have sex, but then it stops bein’ so great and you gotta move on to someone new. You’ll forget about me soon enough. I’ll start gettin’ on your nerves, and you’ll begin to wish I wasn’t in the way.” Gray had no idea what to say. He was stunned, shocked by the words he’d just heard Blue saying. But Blue wasn’t finished. “I’m just a no-good, street slut who just happens to give great blowjobs. I don’t deserve someone as good as you, and you don’t need someone like me fuckin’ up your life.” Blue threw the jersey down on a table, turned and walked out of the store. Outside, he found a bench and sat down. Damn it all to hell, he thought, I’ve done it again. Fucked up a good thing. But it had to be done, and it was better to get it done and over with. He just couldn’t let things keep going the way the way they were going. He leaned forward and stared at his feet. FUCK! A shadow passed over his feet, blocking the sun. Slowly, Blue looked up and saw Gray standing there, hands on his hips. “You’ve had your say, Blue. Now it’s my turn.” Gray sat down next to Blue on the bench. “I’ve been thinking about this and there are a few facts I think we both should consider,” Gray began. “Fact one: that was one incredible blowjob, without a doubt. It’s the ONLY blowjob I’ve ever had, so I can’t compare it to any other, but I would be willing to bet I’ll never get a better one. So, yeah, it was exciting and it affects how I feel about you. I’m attracted to you, Blue. When I sucked you off, it was one of the most incredible moments of my life. I felt the way your body responded to me, and it was like I was communicating how much my body desired your body. So even though I’m attracted to you, I think you’re just as attracted to me. “And then there’s fact two: you’re in a shitty situation that you don’t deserve, and it breaks my heart to see it. I hate thinking about all the crap you went through. With your parents. On the streets. No one should have to experience that, especially not a great kid like you! But there’s also a silver lining here. I can help you. I’ve got money, lots of it, and I can use my money to make a difference in your life. I’m not worried that you’re going to take advantage of me. Hell, it’s like pulling teeth to get you to take anything from me. But, damnit Blue, I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, and I can’t think of a better way to use it than to help out someone I really care about. Okay? “Now. Fact three: it’s possible for both fact one and fact two to be true at the same time. I am most definitely attracted to you. At the same time, I care deeply for you. If you told me right now that I could never have sex with you ever again, I’d be okay with that and I would still care about you and still do everything in my power to help you out. I’m not trying to help you because I want sex or I expect sex or anything like that. I just want to help you. That’s all. “And that leads me to fact four: I respect the hell out of you, Blue. It’s your life, and I’m not going to force anything on you. You’re not another misunderstood dog for me to take in. That’s not what this is about. Hell, you’ve been on your own for years now, and we both know you don’t need my help. You got this, champ. But I guess I was sort of hoping you’d let me jump in there and stand by your side for a while. You don’t have to take me up on what I’m offering, Blue, but I would sure be grateful if you would. Please.” Blue’s eyes were beginning to fill up with tears. For so many years, his father had made it clear that Blue wasn’t trying hard enough, that Blue wasn’t good enough, that Blue was a despicable abomination. For three years while roaming the streets, every man in his life had made it clear that Blue was worthless except for only one thing. Well, maybe two things. batman escort And now, for the first time in his life, he was hearing a man telling him a different story. Could it be true? Was it possible that someone could really care about Blue that way? The tears poured out of his eyes and down his cheeks. He didn’t want to cry in front of Gray like this. He hated losing control, but he couldn’t help himself. The tears just kept flowing, and he didn’t know what to do with himself, so he just fell over against Gray and wrapped his arms around Gray’s chest, hugging him with all his might. Gray hugged Blue back. “Does this mean you’ll stay with me?” Blue sobbed and sucked in a breath. His voice was muffled as he pressed his face into Gray’s chest. “Yeah. I’ll stay. But I’m not letting you fix up a bedroom for me.” “What? Why not?” “I’m sleepin’ in your bed,” Blue replied. “That’s non-negotiable!” *** “We still need to fix up your bedroom?” Gray insisted as they drove back to the house. The back seat of his crew cab pickup was piled high with bags of clothing, two warm jackets, three boxes of shoes, and two large boxes containing a pair of black cowboy boots and a black Stetson hat. The last two had been an impulse buy on Gray’s part. He’d seen Blue staring with longing at the boots, so he had the boy pick out a matching hat, explaining how you should never wear boots without having a hat to go with them. Blue had been daydreaming. “Huh? What?” “I think we should go ahead and turn the study into your bedroom.” Blue squinted at Gray. “I ain’t sleepin’ in my own bed. I’m sleepin’ with you. Thought I made that clear.” Gray smiled. “You did, for a fact. Just hear me out. I’m saying we need to fix up a bedroom for you so that if anyone asks, we can tell them that’s where you stay. Besides, it will be good to have a place for you to do your schoolwork.” “I gotta do school?” Blue asked with a frown. “Well, yeah. Everyone’s going to expect you to be in school for another two months, until summer vacation starts. But I think we can set it up so I’m home schooling you. Fewer questions that way. I don’t know how else we’d do it.” “I suppose. I did like some things about school, I guess. Like science and writing stories.” “Okay, then. That’s what we’ll do. We won’t actually register you for home school, since that would mean getting some records for you and giving them our name and all. Obviously, we can’t do that, because it would send up all kinds of red flags, especially if your parents have reported you as missing. We don’t want to go there, so I’ll create some fake paperwork at the house that makes it look official with the state of Oklahoma. We can show that to anyone who asks.” “What if they check on it?” “Well, that would be a big problem. They’d find out what we’re doing, and … well, it would be bad.” “Yeah, like I-get-sent-back-to-my-parents bad or I-have-to-run-away-and-live-on-the-streets-again bad.” “Yep. And I-get-hauled-off-to-prison bad.” “No way. They wouldn’t send you to prison for taking me in and helping me out.” “You don’t think so? Harboring a runaway? Contributing to the delinquency of a minor? They’d find something to charge me with. Especially if they found out about what we did last night in bed.” Blue chuckled. “They won’t find out about that. I ain’t tellin’. But you’re right. That would be bad, no matter how it went down.” “That’s one part of my plan that’s a little risky,” Gray admitted. “I’ve been thinking about it, and there’s only one way I can see to get around it, but I don’t know if you’ll be okay with it.” “What’s that?” Gray took a deep breath and blew it out. “We could contact your parents.” Blue began shaking his head rapidly from side to side. “No. Ain’t no way. I’m never talkin’ to them ever again.” “Hold on, Blue. Listen. There might be a way to do this that will solve all our problems at once.” “It ain’t happen’, Gray. We’ll have to figure out somethin’ else.” Gray could see that Blue was getting agitated, so he dropped it. For the moment. *** A visit to a local furniture store filled the back of Gray’s pickup with a twin bed set, mattress, and dresser. They also found a desk they liked but had to make a second trip to pick it up after unloading the clothes and bed. Then they spent a busy afternoon clearing out the study and finding places elsewhere in the house for Gray’s computer and gaming consoles. They took a short break for a snack, then started putting the bedroom together, moving in the bed and desk, finding a good spot for the dresser, and placing Blue’s new clothes in the closet and dresser. Gray took a set of sheets out of the hallway linen closet and helped Blue make the bed. Then they spread a heavy blanket over the top. “Almost makes me want to sleep in here,” Blue said with a grin. Gray agreed, looking around the room. “We’re gonna need a few more things. A good lamp for your desk. A laptop with WIFI for school. And the walls are awfully bare. You want some posters or something?” Blue shrugged. “I guess. Whatever.” Blue dropped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. “I still can’t get used to the idea that I’m gonna be livin’ here. Seems too good to be true.” Gray sat on the edge of the bed and patted Blue’s leg. “Get used to it, champ. This is your home now.” Blue sat up and scooted back so that he was sitting against the wall. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, dropping his chin down to rest on his knees. “Gray, I been thinkin’ about what you said. About how you could go to jail if people find out what all you’re doin’ for me, even though it’s a good thing and all.” Gray turned to look at Blue. Then he slowly nodded his head. “It’s a risk we’re taking, Blue. I’m just being honest with you.” Blue gulped. “I don’t want to get you in trouble, Gray.” “Well, I don’t want to get in trouble, Blue. But I don’t want you going back out on the streets either.” Blue blew out his breath. “How’s it gonna help if we talk to my parents?” “They could make me your legal guardian, and then no one can say anything about you living here with me. I could put you in school or homeschool you, either one, and it would be okay.” “They’d never agree to that.” “They might, if I handle it right.” “What do you mean?” Gray leaned over and stroked Blue’s cheek with one finger. “Do you trust me, champ?” *** Gray sat at the kitchen table the next morning, going over notes on a pad of paper. He had just finished talking to a private investigator in Amarillo, Texas, where Blue’s family lived. The PI had a long list of actions to take, and Gray checked off each of the items the PI would be looking into. That left a few other things that only a lawyer could handle. Fortunately, his dad’s firm had a good relationship with a big law firm in Tulsa. Dad didn’t like taking care of his own legal matters, so the Tulsa firm had handled a few matters for the family in the past. Gray picked up his cell phone and opened his contacts, then punched the dial icon. Twenty minutes later, Gray was satisfied that there was nothing more he needed to do that day. He took the pad of paper to his room and dropped it in the bayburt escort drawer of the bedside table. *** Returning home from work, Gray heard the shower running in the bathroom. The door was half open, and he heard Blue whistling aimlessly as the boy washed. Gray had to chuckle. The kid showered every morning and every evening, whether he needed it or not. “Any hot water left?” Gray called out. Blue laughed. “Not much. You’d better hurry up and get in here if you want some.” Gray took off his sweaty polo shirt and tossed it in the hamper. Then he slid his dress slacks and underwear off together and threw them into the hamper with the shirt. The shower curtain pulled aside slightly, and Blue peeked out. The boy grinned and whistled. “Nice bod, my dude. You work out?” “Nope,” Gray said with a grin. “I’m just naturally sexy. Now move over and let me in.” Blue backed up, giving Gray space to slide into the shower next to him. Gray sighed contentedly as the warm water blasted over his back. As he closed his eyes and leaned back to allow the water to soak his scalp, he felt a hand grab his cock and gently begin stroking it while another hand jiggled his balls. He smiled, still with his eyes closed, and said, “I don’t remember this shower feeling so good before.” Blue giggled but said nothing, instead dropping to his knees and taking Gray’s semi-hard cock into his mouth. Blue slid his lips all the way against Gray’s pubic mound, sliding his tongue all around the head as the man’s rod quickly swelled to its full length. As it boned up, the tip of the cock gradually slid into Blue’s throat. Blue swallowed rapidly, massaging the end of Gray’s cock with just his throat muscles. Then Blue slid halfway off, increasing the suction in his lips, before sliding back down and swallowing Gray’s cock again. Gray sighed and placed his hands on Blue’s shoulders, squeezing lovingly. He opened his eyes and glanced down, only to see Blue looking up at him. Azure eyes met silver, and the boys had no need to speak a single word. Each knew how the other felt. The fondness they felt for one another was growing into something far more powerful, but neither felt ready to call it what it was. Instead, they simply enjoyed the moment. Blue went back to work on Gray’s cock. He started by bobbing up and down rapidly on the head. Then he slid it down his throat, deep-throating Gray with long strokes, before switching back to more rapid bobbing. Then he pulled off Gray’s cock completely and slid down to gently suck Gray’s balls. After a minute of nuzzling Gray’s nuggets, Blue spit them out and bit Gray’s thighs and licked his taint. At the same time, Blue slid a soapy hand behind Gray and began squeezing Gray’s ass cheeks. He slid his hand into Gray’s butt crack and found Gray’s tight rosebud. He stroked all around it before pressing one slippery finger against the center, pushing inside and sinking in past his first knuckle. In and out he pushed, gradually sliding the finger in deeper, searching for Gray’s love button. When Gray gasped and squeezed hard on Blue’s probing finger, Blue knew he’d found what he looking for. He moved back up to Gray’s cock, deep-throating him immediately, swallowing rapidly while also thrusting his finger as deep as he could push it. Gray couldn’t take the assault from both directions and began shaking in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Blast after blast erupted from his cock, shooting his juices deep into the teen’s throat. He shuddered and his knees quivered. Blue had to move quickly to catch Gray as he slid to his knees in front of Blue. Blue took Gray into his arms, hugging him with the water spraying down onto their heads from above. Gray was sucking in air, relishing the intensity of his orgasm. As he finally caught his breath, he pulled away and stared intently into Blue’s eyes. “Are you sure you’re only 15?” he asked. “Yep. A very experienced and talented 15.” Gray leaned forward and kissed Blue gently on the lips. They began to push their mouths together with growing passion, but the hot water suddenly ran out and the cool spray quickly chased them out of the shower, giggling madly. *** Dried off and stretched out next to each other on Gray’s bed, they resumed the kiss. It began with innocent pecks on the lips, little more than nibbling at first, but soon Gray found his lower lip trapped in a gentle bite between Blue’s teeth. Blue released Gray’s lip and nuzzled Gray’s nose with his own, then slid out his tongue to caress Gray’s upper lip. Gray’s tongue slid out and touched Blue’s tongue, tentatively, then more aggressively. Soon they were locked in a passionate battle of tongues, lips, and teeth, savoring each other’s flavor. Gray pulled away first, placing a hand on Blue’s chest to hold him back. “My turn.” Gray slid down the bed until his head was even with Blue’s groin. The boy was rock hard, all seven inches throbbing in anticipation. Gray lifted Blue’s legs and slid his face down to the teen’s pink rosebud. Time to repay Blue, with interest. Gray leaned in and tickled Blue’s pucker with his tongue. Blue giggled and jumped, but Gray held the boy’s legs firmly and pressed his face forward, licking all around before pressing the tip of his tongue inside. Gray was surprised by how much he was enjoying eating out Blue’s ass. He’d seen it in porn and read about how to do it, but the actual experience was (once again) beyond anything he could have imagined. It wasn’t so much that he was enjoying doing it, but rather he was enjoying the way Blue was responding to him. Blue’s body was quivering and his ass muscles were flexing. A deep moan rumbled in the youth’s throat as soft sighs escaped his lips from time and time. Gray knew he was pleasing Blue, and knowing that made Gray feel incredible as well. When Blue’s pucker was thoroughly soaked and beginning to loosen up for his tongue, Gray slid his middle finger in slowly all the way to the last knuckle. Then Gray lowered Blue’s legs and crawled forward to take Blue’s long, tapering cock into his mouth. The tip was oozing pre-cum. Gray licked and swallowed, eager to pull more delicious juice from the teen’s hard rod. He pulled the foreskin down, exposing the small head, and licked all around, using his lips and tongue to clean every slippery drop of precum. Blue’s moaning grew louder, and he squeezed his eyes shut as the sensation of Gray’s mouth on his cock overwhelmed his senses. Blue was amazed at how good Gray was at giving blowjobs, especially considering how new he was at it. Blue grabbed Gray’s face in both hands and held the man’s head steady while Blue began thrusting up, pushing his cock deeper into Gray’s mouth with each upward lunge until his cock was forcing its way into Gray’s throat and Gray’s lips were smashing against Blue’s pubic bone. Blue was gasping now. He could usually hold out for 20 minutes or more, but the feeling of Gray’s finger sliding in and out of his ass and Gray’s mouth smashing down against his belly and Gray’s throat sliding open under the force of Blue’s cock … well, it was all too much for the boy and his body soon shuddered as his orgasm overwhelmed him and his cum poured out into Gray’s hungry bebek escort mouth. Gray swallowed everything Blue had to give, then pulled his finger out and crawled up the bed until the two reclined side by side, staring into each other’s eyes. Gray kissed Blue, gently, lovingly. Blue smiled, breathing in slow and deep. Gray pulled a sheet over their naked bodies, reached across Blue to turn off the bedside light, and wrapped his lover in his arms. They both closed their eyes and immediately fell asleep. *** The next morning, while Blue was in the shower, Gray sat on the bed, talking on his phone and writing rapidly on the pad of paper he kept in this bedside drawer. He finished writing and hung up. He noticed his phone needed to be charged so he placed it on top of his dresser and plugged it in. Opening the top drawer of the dresser, he took out a second cell phone. It was a pre-paid phone he’d picked up before work yesterday, and it was completely untraceable to himself. It was probably an unnecessary precaution, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He returned to sit on the edge of his bed and dialed one of the numbers he’d written down. The phone rang several times before a female voice answered, “Hello.” Gray checked the paper in front of him. “Dayna Wright?” “Yes. Who is this?” “Mrs. Wright, I’m a friend of your son, Andrew.” The woman gasped. “Andrew? Where is he? Where’s my son?” “He’s safe and healthy, and he’s the reason I’m calling.” “Is he there? I want to talk to him.” “I hope that there will be a time soon when you can talk to him, but he doesn’t want to talk to you right now because of what you and your husband did.” Silence. Then a whispered reply. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about abusing your son, Mrs. Wright. Physically, verbally, and emotionally. I’m talking about sending him away to a brain-washing camp where people starved him, abused him, and assaulted him.” Dayna Wright began crying softly. “I didn’t want to send him there, but Alan insisted. He said they could help Andrew. Help him to get better.” “Do you know what they did to your son, Mrs. Wright?” She was sobbing now. “Yes. I … I heard about it later … when they admitted he ran away. I couldn’t believe he would run off like that. I … I lost it. I started screaming at them and demanding to know what they did to Andrew. Alan finally told me. He knew all along what they did there, and he still sent my baby there. Oh my God, how could he do that to his own son?” Gray waited patiently, listening as the woman cried deep, anguished sobs for a minute. He waited for her to collect herself, then asked, “Mrs. Wright? Ma’am, can you hear me? Mrs. Wright?” “Yes. I’m here.” “Mrs. Wright, I want you to know that Andrew is in good health now. I’m watching out for him and taking care of him. But emotionally, he’s a mess. He doesn’t want to talk to you or his father, but he is safe and healthy and getting better.” Dayna stifled her sobs long enough to ask, “When can I talk to him?” “I don’t know, ma’am. It may take a while before he’ll be ready. I doing everything I can to help him to get over his anger toward you and your husband. When he’s ready, I’ll see to it that he talks to you. Until then, I’ll try to get him to write to you.” “Oh. I miss him so much! Please, I just need to see him … or … or just talk to him.” “Ma’am, you should know that he still loves you. He’s very angry, and he’s deeply hurt, but I can tell he still loves you.” Dayna Wright said nothing, but simply cried softly as she listened. Gray continued, “I’m going to give you an address. Can you write this down, please?” “Oh, ummm, just a second.” Gray heard fumbling noises, then, “Go ahead.” “Andrew Wright c/o Finnigan Law Office, 1800 Missouri Avenue, Suite 300, Tulsa, Oklahoma 74150.” “Okay. I have it.” “Now Mrs. Wright. We’re not in Tulsa, but that law firm is. And they work for me. Until Andrew is ready, I’m not letting you or your husband know where we are. But if you write to that address, the lawyers will forward your letters to Andrew. And I’ll try to get him to write back.” “Okay. I’ll write. Today.” “Good. I think that’s a very important step in healing the broken relationship between you.” “Why are you doing this?” she asked. “Because I care about your son, Mrs. Wright. And even though he’s angry at his parents right now, I know he’ll never be fully healed until he reconciles with you.” “But how can I believe you? I don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know your name.” “You don’t need to know my name. All you need to know is that I hold the key to restoring your son to you. You have no choice. You have to trust me. If you’ll do that, I promise you’ll get back together with your son.” “Okay. I … I can do that.” “Good. Now there’s something else, Mrs. Wright. I want to get Andrew in school, but I’m going to need your help to make that happen.” “Oh? Well, okay, what do I need to do?” “I need to be appointed his legal guardian. I’m not trying to replace you or your husband as his parent. It’s just a necessary step so that I can take better care of Andrew.” “I understand. How do we do that?” “All I need is a letter from you, just a handwritten note. Get ready to write this down, Mrs. Wright. It should say, `I, Dayna Wright, appoint the undersigned to be legal guardian for my son, Andrew Gabriel Wright, in all matters including health care, schooling, and housing.’ Then sign it and mail it to the address I just gave you. Do you have all that?” “Yes.” “I know you’re trusting me with a great deal, Mrs. Wright, but think about this: You have no choice. Without me, you’ll never hear from your son again. But with me helping your son, he will get back in school and eventually be reunited with you. I’m your only hope, ma’am.” Dayna Wright whimpered. “I just want to see my boy again.” “And you will. If you’ll just do what I ask and trust me.” “I don’t know. I’m not sure Alan will agree with all this.” Gray decided it was time to push the issue. “I don’t care what your husband agrees to, Mrs. Wright. You can tell him about this call or keep it to yourself, but your only chance to see Andrew again is to do exactly what I’ve asked.” Silence. Gray shrugged. Time to end the call. “One more thing, Mrs. Wright. Don’t try to find Andrew. If you or your husband bother him, you will regret it. I’ll go straight to the police and tell them everything you did to Andrew. It won’t be pretty.” Gray killed the call and powered down the cell phone. He opened the drawer on the bedside table and dropped the pad of paper and the cell phone inside. He had no intention of using that cell phone again, but he’d keep it just in case he needed it. *** Blue finished his shower and walked into his room to get dressed. He heard a buzzing noise coming from Gray’s room, so he walked in and found Gray’s cell phone ringing from on top of the dresser. Blue yelled out, “Your phone’s going off, Gray.” Gray shouted from the kitchen. “I can’t answer it right now. Pouring pancakes onto the griddle. Can you answer it for me?” Blue picked up the phone and tapped the screen. “Hello … No, I’m a friend of his … Hang on a second. I’ll get him.” “Who is it?” Gray called from the kitchen. “He says his name is Cameron, from Marco’s Restaurant.” Gray was quiet for a few seconds, then exclaimed, “Oh, shit!” The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Nineteen