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Shot of Whiskey

... ducts as I could not control what was happening. I hugged them and held them for a long time. Finally, we broke the hug.

"I need to go get my rental and drive out to see my kids, one is headed to college in a couple of weeks, the others are going to a wilderness camp soon," I said, wiping the fucking defective tears from my face.

"Nick," Ryan said, searching for my eyes and continuing only when we had made eye contact. "We'd like to come. We want to meet your family, if that's ok. We want to be part of your life and we want you to be a part of ours. You are already coming to Rapid City, my mom is really excited to meet the man that expanded my vocabulary and taught me about police training and real estate investing. I bought my first house in January, it's just a duplex, I did not get a contractor's salary so I bought just the one. It's only $1800 a month net, but I am planning on pulling equity in a year and buying another. You taught me that."

I looked at him and wanted to kiss him so badly. I felt pride and love and so much joy at the thought that I had made a difference in his life. He smiled back at me. Finally, he blurted out, "I don't know anyone in fucking Chicago!" and he stepped forward and kissed me, hard, long and passionately. Sam clapped and suddenly half the airport joined him. When I pulled away from Ryan, Sam came and gave me a quick peck on the lips and his trademark wink.

After my whirlwind road trip with the boys, I settled into a great life ...

... in Rapid City. I worked as a consultant for multiple law enforcement agencies and managed my growing portfolio of real estate investments. After a few years, Ryan pursuing the life of a police officer and Sam coaching and training elite athletes at his private gym, they both married and now have seven kids between them. It's been a wild ten years. I remarried as well, to a woman. There are no secrets in our marriage and she has enjoyed Ryan's and Sam's friendship as much as I have. Like their wives, she certainly knows about all of it and kids with me about how she wishes she had a fat 12 incher to do to me what Sam does to me, "You come back rejuvenated, it's uncanny," she remarks, perhaps with a tinge of jealousy, but she makes room for me and I make room for her. It works. It's not an everyday thing, it's not even a monthly thing. It's just taking and giving energy that only men can take and give. Sometimes it's sex, most of the time it isn't, it's usually just a few hours of honest, unfiltered conversation.

Today I look at my newborn sons, twins Ryan and Samuel, and I wonder what my life would have been if Robert were still with us. I visit his mother often. The death benefit from his passing paid off her house and helped her fix up her kitchen so she could host her entire clan comfortably. It also paid for his remaining siblings to go to college or technical schools -- two are now electricians - and, at my instruction, paid for a quadplex that is generating $3,000 a ...