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This is another story that has been setting in my head for too long. "Make mine to go" will continue but until I could get this story at least started I was having a hard time concentrating to finish the other one.
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"Not what I thought escape meant”
"Hey honey. What ya havin’?" the waitress asked. "Close to closin' so the specials are gone,” she added.
"Is a club sandwich and a coffee still available?" I asked.
"Sure honey. Coming right up,” she said.
If I was not so dog tired I would have laughed. I think she grew up watching Flo from Mel's Diner on television. She wore the old 70's waitress uniform with the big fake flower pinned to her chest. As she poured the coffee I wanted to protest. I think she had a full pack of bubble gum in her mouth and popped her gum with every chew. That to me is even worse than scraping your fingernails on the chalk board.
"Just passin' through honey?" she asked. I looked up from my coffee and to my dismay her name tag said "Flo". I held my composure and didn't laugh. "Flo?" I asked. "Yeah no wise cracks. It’s short for Florence,” she said. "Yeah just passing through Flo,” I replied. "Where you headed?" she asked. "Same old story Flo. Nowhere in particular. I will know when I get there,” I said. "I just knew you weren't from around Rex,” Flo said. "Rex?" I questioned. A man sat alone at a corner table. Never really looking up from his plate about all I could see was his well worn ball cap.
"Honey this town is Rex, Wyoming; didn't you see the sign?" Flo asked.
"Sorry all I saw was the fresh food, fresh coffee sign,” I said.
Moments later my sandwich was placed in front of me. I was not really hungry but it was already nine p.m. and I had been driving since seven a.m. The thing I had to add was that I had already crossed another time line. So from where I started it would be ten p.m. Flo stayed close asking questions in between bites of my sandwich. Most were just trying to get me to open up and tell her something juicy. Finally the man from the corner stood from his table. Placing his money on the table and adjusting his cap he headed towards the counter. "Flo let the stranger eat in peace,” the man said. The deep baritone voice jolted me from my thoughts. I looked up to see what I considered a Greek god walking towards me. I almost choked on the bite of sandwich I had in my mouth. I don't know if it was because I was tired or mesmerized. It seemed that he was coming towards me in slow motion. Once in the light I really did choke. I would guess he was in his late forties and even through his jacket you could see the muscles. Not a huge man but solid. My eyes were almost fixed on the battle in his crotch in the jeans. "Damn is he commando? That is the only way that much battle could be going on behind those button flies. As I made my way towards his face I could barely breathe. A chiseled face with a very heavy five o'clock shadow. Once I saw the eyes under the cap I wanted to melt. They say that blue eyes are bedroom eyes. In this case I would have to disagree. This man had the most beautiful grey eyes. They were so clear and so bright it was almost like those eyes were saying, "Come to my bed and ride my cock”
"Flo give the fella a break. Let him enjoy his sandwich. Looks like he has had a long day like the rest of us,” he said. As he walked past he placed his hand on my shoulder. At first it was a jolt of electricity, next was a feeling of safety and then I saw the long very thick fingers. My mind didn't twitch at that point it was my crotch.
"Carl you know I am the local news. We don't get strangers very often,” Flo said. "It's alright. No news here though,” I said. "Everyone has a story,” Flo said.
"Flo some stories are better left untold,” Carl said.
"Carl you need to get the Sheriff to put that Rex City limits sign back up,” Flo said.
"Remind him over his breakfast in the morning Flo. Flash that smile and he will do anything for you,” Carl laughed.
"You're so fresh,” Flo laughed.
"Is there a local motel?" I asked. "Honey the closest one is about forty miles back the direction you came but there is another one about an hour further on,” Flo said. "Don't let Flo get you life's story,” Carl said as he squeezed my shoulder and headed towards the door.
"I would give a year’s tips for a piece of that man. Hell I would give a month’s tips just to squeeze those ass cheeks,” Flo said fanning herself. I turned to see what she meant. Damn they were perfect round mounds and battled those jeans in the rear just as much as the package in the front. I had to be careful to not let Flo see me gawking. Hell why did I care. As soon as I paid for my food I would be gone. I took the last bite of sandwich and my last swallow of coffee. "Just what the doctor ordered. How much do I owe you Flo?" I said standing from the stool. "Make it and even fiver honey,” Flo said. I placed a ten dollar bill on the counter. "Keep the change,” I said as I walked towards the door. "Come back anytime honey,” Flo said as the bell on the door chimed.
I drove for about ten minutes and my eyes began to get too heavy. There was no way I would make it another hour. The gas gauge was near empty and the only two small stores in Rex were closed. My SUV seemed to aim itself at a small tractor path on the right side of the road. I pulled down the small trail making sure I could not be seen from the road. I got out again and stretched. At the edge of a small open field I looked towards the sky and saw the multitude of stars. I pulled out a blanket and lay it at the edge of the field. I thought to myself that I would lay and watch the stars for a few minutes and then lay the seat back in the SUV and sleep for at least three of four hours. "Max. What have you done?" I thought to myself. I lay on my back and look at the stars thinking about the last few weeks. Here I was at fifty three trying to start a new life. As I lay there I remembered how happy I was when he told me he loved me and wanted me to wait. I waited. I waited for eight years. He kept saying he loved me. Then out of the blue he didn't love me anymore. To top that off he seemed to even hate the air that I breathed. I had gone through everything I could. What did I do? What did I say? I had exhausted myself and every scenario and was still lost. All I could do was put as much distance between me and him as I could. As it had happened every night before the tears began to flow. I felt myself crying as I fell asleep under the stars.
"Georgia huh? I wonder what his story is,” Carl thought as he lay naked in his king size bed. Laying on his back with one arm behind his head. "Why does he have to leave? Damn he was so fucking hot,” Carl thought as his cock began to grow. Slowly snaking from under the sheet and finally reaching its full glory half way between his navel and pecs. "I wonder what lurked under that shirt and jeans?" Carl thought to himself. Within a matter of minutes Carl was stroking his cock in a mad fever. "Ride that cock Georgia boy. Take some of this Wyoming seed,” Carl whispered. The bed seemed to vibrate as a deep rumble came from Carl's chest and his body jerked as the first shot of cum grazed past his face and landed on the headboard. After five more intense shots Carl was trying to catch his breath. "Damn I haven't shot like that in years. They say Georgia peaches are the best and I haven't even touched the fuzz on that one,” Carl thought as his breath began to calm and he nodded off to sleep with his chest still covered with his Wyoming seed.
It was a bad night. All that went through my mind was what I was doing and where was I going to go? Everything I had was paid for. I needed to get away. I gave family members most of my furniture. I took another parcel of land I had and put a storage building on a concrete pad and fenced it in. The rest was given to a cousin that always hit me up for five or ten dollars to make ends meet. I told her to have a yard sale and then what she didn't sell to put it on Craigslist. Only a couple of family members knew how to reach me. I needed a new life. I needed to mend and heal. I sold my home. Well I owner financed it. I got a hefty down payment and hired a realtor to collect the payments and to insure the taxes and insurance were paid. The small percentage of the monthly payment that it cost was well worth it. I really should not have gotten that storage building but I could not let him make me get rid of everything but my clothes. I couldn't allow my need to flee to give him that much control. So I had a building full of collected items that I may never even look at again. I had sold the newer SUV I had and kept old faithful. I knew every mile on it and how it was maintained. Besides I felt like I didn't deserve the luxury of the new one. The tears freely flowed again and I slowly fell back into a light sleep. I guess that I had fallen deeper to sleep than I thought.
"Morning Georgia boy,” a Voice came shading the sunlight. Opening my eyes and trying to focus I could feel tears still rolling down my cheeks. The sight was amazing. I could not speak. Standing over me was the Greek god from last night. In a pair of cut off shorts and a low cut tank top. The same cap shaded his eyes. "I am so sorry. I will get out of your way. What do I owe you? I just got so sleepy I could not drive any further,” I began to babble. Carl laughed and through the fog of my bloodshot eyes I watched the massive package squeezed into the cut off short bounce. My heart bounced right along with it. "You don't owe me anything. I am just glad it was my land you stopped on. Others may have called the Sheriff,” he said. Carl reached his hand out to help me up. There it was again. The electricity . The feeling of safety. Before I could even get to my feet the tears seemed to flow even more freely. "Hey, hey buddy. It’s alright. You didn't do anything wrong,” Carl said as he pulled me to his chest. "It's not that. It’s been a rough couple of weeks,” I said. I composed myself and pulled myself away from his grip. I wanted so bad to pull the tank top over some. I could see the perk nipples barely covered by his shirt. The hair came out around both sides of the strap but kept the nipples of my desire trapped. "Thank you... umm.. Carl ? I will be on my way. Are you sure I don't owe you anything?" I asked. "What’s your name ? Or is Georgia boy what you like,” Carl said. "Forgive me. I am so sorry. My name is Max,” I said with tears still streaming. "Buddy you aren't going anywhere. You are right on the edge. You need to relax a while. Where are you headed anyway ?" Carl asked. "Nowhere in particular. I figured I would know when I got there,” I said. "Well for now you are at Carl's in Rex Wyoming. Population of maybe thirty,” Carl laughed. "I appreciate it but I am sure that you are busy and your wife won’t like company,” I said. "There is no misses. Not even a prospective one. There is only me and Bo,” Carl said. About that time I was almost tackled by a brown lab that ran up and jumped up on me. "Manners Bo. You know better. Where did your sorry ass run off to this morning anyway ? I was out here looking for Bo when I spotted you,” Carl said. I reached down and rubbed Bo's head and was graced with a frantically licking lab. "Well you are in. Bo don't like strangers but it seems he loves you,” Carl laughed.
Within a couple of minutes Carl was shaking the grass of the blanket I had slept on. "Get to the house Bo. Me and Max here will be there in a minute,” Carl said and pointed to the house. Bo looked as if he has lost his best friend. "Now get I said,” Carl said. With a quick wag of his tail Bo started sprinting across the small field and disappeared into the woods. "Don't worry he will beat us there. I can't drive your truck through there,” Carl said. "I really appreciate it but I didn't start my journey to be a burden on anyone,”: I said with a few tears still falling. "I welcome the company. Gets sort of lonely out here sometimes. Bo is good but he can't carry a conversation. Believe me I have tried,” Carl laughed. "Yeah but I wouldn't call a grown man that can’t stop crying company. I would call it drama,” I said. "We all have hurts. My Granny use to say that a good cry cleans the soul. Even in a strong man,” Carl said as he put the blanket in the SUV. It was almost funny to watch this tall drink of man try to get in behind the steering wheel. He stood about six foot three inches to my six feet.
The drive to the house was quick. Setting under some huge oak trees was a very neat and cute small frame house. As we pulled up Bo had been setting on the porch. He quickly made his way to the passenger door of the truck. As I opened the door Bo almost crawled in with me. "Damn boy. Give Max some room,” Carl grumbled. "Please don't. He is fine. I love dogs,” I said. Carl got out and opened the back gate to the SUV. He grabbed two of the suitcases and what he figured was a toiletry bag. "Come on in Max and make yourself at home,” Carl said. I followed Carl into the living room of the house. "It ain't much. Probably not the comfort you are use to but it does fine for me and Bo,” Carl said as if ashamed. "Oh no. It’s perfect. You can tell someone lives here. It’s not just for show,” I said. "Well most of it is second hand. Haven't seen the need in buying new fancy stuff. " Carl said. "You can't live on fancy stuff. All you can do is look at that stuff,” I said which brought a smile to Carl's face. God that smile would melt a glacier. I could feel my cock beginning to leak. I had to glance quickly to make sure I was not wearing something that he could notice the wet spot quickly forming.
"Sorry there is only one bathroom. Take yourself a nice hot shower and I will get you some breakfast,” Carl said. "I am not a breakfast person. Coffee would be wonderful though,” I said. "Damn I like you. Easy pleasy,” Carl laughed. Carl took my suitcases and put them in the guest room. "I seldom get company but the sheets are clean. "I know how I want to dirty them,” was all I could think as I saw his broad muscles expand as he lifted the suitcases onto the bed and damn that ass fought the cloth just like the jeans from last night. "Now across the hall mister and get a hot shower. I'll get some fresh coffee brewing,” Carl said. I opened a suit case and pulled out a pair of shorts and t shirt. The shower was perfect. It wasn't huge but the water was hot and the spray was hard. I was lost in the hot water. I quickly washed my chest and back. I spent a little extra time washing the dried precum from my cock. I had not heard Carl enter the bathroom and was taking extra care in washing my ass. Soaping it up and slowly entering a finger dreaming of the eyes, chest and that huge package. "Here's your fresh coffee bud,” Carl said. The shower curtain was clear and I hoped he had not seen what I was doing. My ass clamped down on my finger almost breaking it before I could quickly get it out. "Thanks. You are a life saver,” I said.
Making it out of the bathroom door and into the guest room Carl tried to adjust his shorts to make room for his now madly raging cock. "Holy fuck. He had his finger up his ass. Why couldn't that be you,” Carl thought as he rubbed his cock through the cloth. I walked into the bedroom to find Carl taking clothes from the suitcase and placing them in drawers if the dresser. "You don't need to do that. I will get out of your hair this afternoon,” I said. "Anybody you need to call to tell them you will be late or tell them where you are ?" Carl asked with his back to me. "Nope. No one waiting and no one to call,” I said. "Well you are staying here for a while then. Some good Wyoming clean air will do you a world of good,” Carl said. Forgetting about his engorged state Carl turned around and I almost lost my balance. His package had changed to a long thick vein that went all the way to the side of his hip and looked like it was fighting to get out of the pocket. The cases were emptied and placed in the closet.
Back in the living room or den. I am not sure what you would call it. I sat on the corner of the couch with my coffee and was quickly greeted by a big brown lab in my lap. "Feeling better ?" Carl asked as he came in with his own coffee and sat at the other end of the couch. "Damn Bo. You don't even like me most of the time. Especially strangers,” Carl laughed. "I feel cleaner. Thank you very much. You are a kind man,” I said. "You look exhausted. Forgive me for saying. It’s not a bad look by any means but you need some rest,” Carl said. "Well I haven't slept much in the last few weeks. " I said. "I hate to pry but I guess I need to get another suit case out of your truck. When I was putting your things away I didn't find any underwear or socks. I figured I didn't get enough bags. "Um.. I don't wear either,” I said blushing. "A man after my own heart. I don't either. Too restricting,” Carl said. "Fuck. "Man after my own heart,” Did I just say that ?" Carl thought. "Well frankly to me hair and elastic don't work well together,” I said. Carl just laughed and then sipped his coffee. "I hope I am not keeping you from anything,” I said. "Nope. I have to go out and do some chores shortly but the major work is done,” Carl said. "Well please don't let me stop you from anything. I know my way around a tractor if you can use some help,” I said. "You can drive a tractor ?" Carl asked. "No city boy here. I grew up on a dairy farm and then we changed it to a cattle farm,” I said. "Well we may have to test your skills one day then,” Carl said.
Carl got up and went into the bathroom. He came back into the living room and handed me a pill. "What is this for ?" I asked. "Don't worry. It’s a mild sleeping pill. I want you to take this and get some restful sleep while I do my chores,” Carl said. "I will just rest,” I said. "No you won’t. You will toss and cry. At least with this the world can crash and move on for at least a couple of hours and you will give a shit less,” Carl said. Without arguing I took the pill. I had never taken a sleeping pill before so I had no idea what affect it would have on me. Within about fifteen minutes I was beginning to nod during our light conversation. "Come on big guy let’s get you in bed,” Carl said as he got up and pulled me to my feet. I felt like jello and walking sleep. I could feel every electric charge of Carl's hands as he guided me to the bedroom;. In my half groggy state I did not realize that I stood by the bed and began to strip. I sleep naked so it just seemed natural. Carl had pulled the covers back and turned to see me struggling to get undressed. "Here let me help,” Carl said. I stopped my struggle and stood there with my eyes closed. Sleep had won and I was almost asleep standing up. My body rocked back and forth trying to maintain balance. Carl placed his hand on my bare chest while he used the other hand to finish removing my shirt. The electrical shock would have killed me if I was awake enough to react. He then finished pulling my gym shorts down and pulled each leg up one by one to remove my shorts. Carl held me to his chest while I stood practically sleeping. The pill hit full force. I almost melted in his arms. Even in my sleep I could tell that comfort and safety of his arms. Carl sat back on the bed pulling me down with him. He pulled me onto the bed onto my stomach. I was sound asleep before my head landed.
Carl lay beside me for a few minutes . "I wonder if he is fully gone,” Carl thought. He lightly ran his fingers over the hair on Max's back and traced his fingers down to the hairy ass cheeks. "Max ?. Max are you awake ?" Carl whispered. Carl stood and stripped his clothes off and lay back down beside Max. Slipping his arm under Max's head he slid Max closer so that their bodies were touching. Still using his hand to roam the hair on Max's back and ass cheeks Carl was careful not to disturb Max. His heart froze for a moment when Max moved and placed his head on his chest. Putting one arm around Carl's chest and under his back for leverage and moving to his side and throwing one leg over Carl's waste. Max had trapped Carl's ragging hard cock under his leg. At that point Max just smiled feeling Max's hard cock resting against his side. Max lay there holding and stroking Max for about thirty minutes. "Sleep my beautiful prince. Some way, one day you will be mine. All mine,” Carl said as he kissed Max on top of his head.
Realizing that he needed to move before he woke Max and scared him, Carl slipped out of the embrace of the man he was falling in love with. There were a couple of moans as if it were protests from Carl as he repositioned himself in his sleep. Carl got a little bolder. With Max positioned on his side Carl ran his hands from a standing position back through the hair on Max's shoulders and back. Once he reached his ass cheeks he lightly slipped his hand into Max's crack and lightly rubbed Max's rosebud. Max began to moan and move around as if trying to catch the finger. "Could it be ?" Carl thought. Scared of trying any more Carl removed his fingers and stood looking at the naked man in his guest bed. Carl got down on one knee and leaned in and lightly kissed Max on the lips. "Sweet dreams my prince. Max will take all that pain away,” he whispered. Grabbing his clothes and heading quickly to the shower. Under the stream of water Carl realized that he still had dried cum from the night before and blushed hoping that Max had not smelled it on him. The more he washed the harder he got. Finally gripping his cock with both hands he began to jack with a fury. "Take this country boy dick Georgia boy. Take it deep. Drain me good and make me yours like I am making you mine,” Carl whispered. Within moments his knees got week as the same deep rumble that probably shook the whole house escaped his chest while his ropes of cum escaped his cock and against the shower wall.
The house was quiet when Max woke up. He could tell it was getting late in the day from the position of the sun. Realizing he was naked he quickly blushed and almost had a panic attack. "What the fuck Max. Did he see you ? OMG he probably thinks I am a freak. How did I get in the bed ?" Max's mind raced. He got up and quickly dressed and headed to the kitchen. Both Carl and Bo were nowhere to be found. The clock said four thirty so he knew that Carl would probably be back in shortly. There was a note on the table. "Make yourself at home. Be in before dark,” it read. Carl looked in the refrigerator and the cabinets. "The least I can do is cook him a great meal. I wonder what he likes ? Hhmmm.. I guess he will get some Georgia cooking tonight,” Max thought. About two hours later Max could hear the diesel engine of the tractor pull up to the barn. About five minutes later the backdoor opened. "Damn. What smells so good ?" Max said with a smile. "Well I wasn't sure what you liked. I cooked country fried steak, mashed potatoes, butter beans, gravy and rolls,” Max said with concern in his voice. "Butter beans ?" Carl asked. "Well you probably call them baby lima beans,” Max said. "Damn now I know you have to stay,” Max laughed. "Well it was the least I could do,” Max said. "Did sleeping beauty have a good sleep ?" Carl asked. "Oh fuck there it was again. I said sleeping beauty,” he thought quickly. "I slept better than I have in many months. Maybe even a year. I did have a wildly strange dream. I hated to wake up,” Carl said and blushed. "Oh and who were you molesting ?" Carl laughed and asked. "Nothing like that big boy,” Max laughed. "Let me wash up real quick,” Carl said. "No buddy you take a shower . I don't want diesel fuel to overpower my hard work in the kitchen,” Max laughed. Carl caught himself. He almost moved in and kissed Max not even thinking.
Carl started the shower. Standing in the door naked he stuck his head out the door. "Hey Max. You mind looking on my bed and grabbing me some clothes bab....uhh.. buddy ?" Carl caught himself. "Sure thing,” Max called back. Entering the bedroom Max saw some folded clothes laying at the end of the bed. Almost calling his name he saw a pair of high side cut, loose legged running shorts. "Hmmm..,” he thought and laughed to himself as he picked them up and headed to the bathroom. He slowly entered the bathroom trying not to draw attention to himself. "My god. Just like my dream. Good guess there Max as to what was under the shirt. And shit that thing is soft and it’s still a good six inches,” Max thought. Not realizing he was caught. "That all I get ?" Carl asked. Max was jolted back from his day dream. "This is good enough. No need in dressing formal for country fried steak,” Max said as he exited the bathroom quickly. "Hmm. I think he was checking me out. Slow down bud. He has been hurt. Slow and easy does it Carl,” he whispered. After drying off he stood in the mirror wearing just the shorts trying to adjust them. "Damn I love these shorts but not with company,” Carl thought. Pushing them as far down on his hips as he could he walked in place and blushed. "Hell I can't walk in these much less set. Either my cock sticks out or my balls. UGH. Oh well. He chose,” Carl said as he headed to the kitchen still trying to pull the shorts legs further down.
"Your right. Smells better without the diesel fuel,” Carl laughed. They sat at the table and Carl thought he was tasting heaven. "Damn Flo is going to be pissed. She needs cooking lessons from you,” Carl said. "You eat there much ?" Max asked Carl was so into his plate that he had forgotten that the table was glass. Max could barely eat. All he could think of was crawling under the table and feasting on the huge flaccid cock that came out one side of the shorts and the huge low hanging balls that came out the other side. "Only place in town and usually when I come in this late I am too tired to cook. So I go get some of Flo's cooking,” Carl said. "Here let me get you some more tea,” Max said as he got up from the table. Carl's eyes shot straight to Max's crotch. The color of these shorts could not cover the growing wet spot. Max tried to move quickly so that it wasn't noticed. Carl happened to look down through the glass and noticed that he was revealing all. "Good job there big boy. We will work that pain out of him,” Carl thought and blushed. Back at the table Max sat back from the table and rubbed his chest and then his belly. "That was amazing,” Carl said. Max was mesmerized as he watched the man's hand roam all through the hair and then passed the perky nipples. "Uh... ummm... that was just something simple,” Max muttered. "Well if that was simple I can't wait to taste what you put effort into,” Carl said. Getting up from the table Carl quickly took the dishes to the sink. "I will do that,” Max protested. "You just set. You did all this work and cleaned as you went. The least I can do is wash these dinner dishes,” Carl said. Max's eyes were once again fixated. He had not noticed the cleft of hair before just above Max's ass cheeks. This had always been a big weakness for Max. Then out of nowhere Max heard himself gasp out loud when Carl bent over to get dish soap from under the sink. One of the most beautiful, firm, round, semi hairy ass cheeks pokes out as the shorts slid up as if saying. "Hello,”
The rest of the evening went quite well. Once on the couch Carl turned the television on. "Sorry not much selection. I thought about getting a satellite but just haven't. So there are only two channels,” Carl said. "I see you have the receiver ,” Max said. "Yeah that’s as far as I got,” Carl laughed. Carl lost the battle with the shorts when Bo jumped on the couch wanting attention from both men. "Hey Bo buddy,” Max said as he began to rub the lab. "Now you know you aren't allowed on the furniture,” Carl laughed. "He just wants to play Daddy,” Max said. "Yeah Daddy wants to play too,” Carl said. "Fuck did I just say that ?" he thought. Quickly he began light rough housing with Bo. Max had to turn sideways on the couch to keep from getting beaten up on his side. Both men wrestled with Bo. At different points each mans hands would touch the other at certain points. Max was the one enjoying this. He would put his arms around Bo's neck and Bo would drag him over rolling and Max would end up with his face in either Carl's belly or even his lap. The shorts had lost and Carl did not care anymore. He had finally shifted the cloth so that it did not pinch between his cock and balls. At one point Max ended up nose first in the middle of Carl's ball sack. The temptation to lick was almost more than he could bare. Finally it was Carl's turn for fun. Max ended up pushed backwards and his low hangers had fallen out of one side of his shorts. Bo's head ended up under Max's shirt and Carl gladly went under to retrieve it. To balance himself his hand ended up under Max's balls on the couch. And he also enjoyed rubbing the fur on Max's chest pretending to retrieve Bo. Realizing that he was about at the point of having to explain his groin growth Carl finally broke up the wrestling and announced it was bed time. Each man trying to adjust their clothes got up and headed to their respected rooms. Max reached out and touched Carl on the back. "Sweet dreams buddy. Thank you,” Max said. "Did you take that other pill ?" Carl asked. "Yes I did. " Max answered. "Then sweet dreams to you too buddy,” Carl said as he disappeared into his bedroom.