0 comments/ 146904 views/ 20 favorites The Fighter By: eeric If you have the time you can e-mail me at the address in my profile and tell me what you thought. * * * * * John Andrews has quite a nice life. He works as a financial manager for a heavy weight boxer. He earns quite a good living doing this, but he has always spend his money rather quickly so he has always needed more of it. In his personal life he's happily married to a gorgeous woman since three years back. Her name is Cassie and she used to be a model but she quit working a year after they got married. When she was a model she was in a lot of magazines. Though she never posed nude. John has been the envy of a lot of guys because of Cassie. And the day she said yes John was the happiest man alive. Needless to say, Cassie has a great body. Cassie is a perfect blonde. She is 28 years old and about 5 feet 8 inches tall. She's got a thin waist and a very slim body. Her breasts are a size B. They are very firm and soft, along with nice big nipples. She also has an awesome ass. It's really firm and matches the rest of her body. John himself is rather skinny and has an average look. And he's 32 years old. The man John works for has won most of his professional fights so he's quite rich. He has quite a few managers, medics and trainers on his pay role, John being the only white man of them. The fighter´s name is Tyrone and in the ring he's called the tank, because nothing rarely stops him. He's dark black male. And about 6 feet 3 inches tall. Tyrone isn't called the tank for nothing, his body is all muscle. Hitting him in the stomach is like hitting a brick wall. Tyrone has an office above a gym that he owns where John works. But John often has to drive over to Tyrone's place to get him to sign financial papers and such things. Tyrone's place is actually the penthouse floor in an exclusive Hotel. On that floor he has his own private gym, a swimming pool and two smaller heated pools, so he has a really great place there. Tyrone also has a few close friends who almost always are there and of course his personal manager Jermaine. ----------------------------- Lately John has been thinking about a way to get his hands on a large sum of cash using Tyrones money. A man John had met in a bar a month ago who works as a consultant at a small technology company, had told him about a piece of hardware that the company had developed and was about to launch. It was a revolutionary piece of hardware that the company was about to launch and who ever owned stock in the company would make millions. Being Tyrones financial manager John had access to Tyrones money. Today was Monday and John was sitting in his office talking to his new buddy Thomas about the deal. "Are you sure about this company." John asked Thomas. "Yes I'm sure, I only told you about it because I like to think of you as a friend." Thomas said. "How much do you have invested in the company." John asked. "About $200 000." Thomas said. "That's a lot." Said John. "I might be able to get my hands on $100 000." John told Thomas. "Well the more you invest the more you will earn." Thomas said. "How much do you think their stock will go up." John asked. "Well about ten times." Thomas said. "That much, but $100 000 is all that I can "borrow"." John told Thomas. "When to you think you will have the money." Thomas asked. "I can have it in two days." John said. "Well you need to buy their stock within a week because next Monday they will launch their product." Thomas told John. "Where can I buy their stock." John asked. "Well either you can go to this stock broker and ask them to buy it for you." Thomas handed John the name of the stock broker. "Or you can transfer the money to an account I've set up and I'll buy it for you." Thomas told John. "But if you want me to buy it you'll better let me know soon." Thomas said. "Ok." John said. "Well I have to run." Thomas said. "Thanks again for telling me about the deal." John thanked Thomas. "Don't mention it." Thomas said as he walked away. The $100 000 John had mentioned he had "borrowed" from Tyrone. John had already transferred the money from Tyrones, to his own private account. He was thinking about if he should let Thomas invest the money for him or if he should turn to the stock broker. "I'll sleep on it." John told himself. On the way home from work that day he thought about what he was going to do with all of that money he was going to get. Maybe he would even buy that boat he had had his eyes on for some time now. When he came home and got inside of his house, Cassie his wife had cooked dinner and was setting the table. "A former model and a great cook as well." John thought to himself. Cassie noticed that John had come home. "Hey honey." She said smiling at John. "Hi." John said back. John stood there smiling and thinking about all the things he and Cassie could do with all of that money. "You're very happy today." Cassie said. "Well I'm about to make a deal that's going to make us a lot of money." John told Cassie. "Really, how much." Cassie asked. "Maybe even up to a million." John told her. "A million dollars, are you serious." Cassie asked. "Yes." John told her. "And it's nothing Illegal." Cassie asked John. "No sweetheart It's totally safe." John told his wife with a lie. John didn't want to tell Cassie about that he had "borrowed" the money he was going to invest from Tyrone. "Well honey, what are we going to do with all of that money." Cassie said with a big smile on her face. "I'm sure we'll think of something." John said. They kissed for a bit before they had dinner. After dinner and some TV they went to bed. John got into bed and then a moment later his wife came into the bedroom wearing a sexy lingerie. "Wow honey you look great." John said. "Well I thought the soon to be a millionaire would like this outfit." Cassie said smiling. John got a hard on seeing his wife in that outfit. Cassie proceeded to walk over to bed and got on top of John. They started kissing a bit. John started to remove his underwear revealing his hard 6 inch dick. Cassie then stood up on the bed and removed her panties looking down at John. She then sat down on Johns stomach, rubbing her ass against his dick. "Ahh yeah." John started to grunt. "You like that uh." Cassie said in her sexy voice. "Ahhhh." John let out another grunt as he came. He spurted his load on Cassies ass and her back. "Oh John not again, I was looking forward to nice time." Cassie said disappointed. "I'm sorry honey." John said. This wasn't the first time John had cum before they had even begun making love. And even if he could hold it he would only last for no more than 5 minutes. Unbeknown to John Cassie had actually bought a few dildos because of this. "We could wait awhile and then I'm sure I will be able to do it." John said. "Don't bother." Said Cassie sounding a bit pist and went to sleep. The next day John decide to contact the stock broker that Thomas had told him about and tell him to buy the stocks for him. John called the stock broker and they talked for a bit. Strangely John thought he recognized the voice on the phone but at the time he thought nothing of it. "And how many stocks do you want to buy." The stock broker asked. "As many as I can get for $100 000." John told him. "Ok, you have my account number so just have your bank transfer the sum and you'll have the stock documents tomorrow." He told John. "Ok." Said John and hung up the phone. John called his bank and told them to transfer the money to the stock brokers account. "Soon I'll be rich." John thought to himself with a smile on his face. Two days past and John had not received any stock documents yet. He decided to call the stock broker and ask him about it. When he called the number there was no answer. John tried a few more times that day but there were no one that answered. The next day he tried some more but now there was an automated voice from the phone company, telling him that there were no subscriber to the number he had called. By now John had begun to feel a bit concerned. So he decided to talk to Thomas. John went over to the place where they usually met but there were no sign of Thomas anywhere. John then called Thomas number, and as with the stock brokers number there were a voice telling him that there were no subscriber to the number he had dialed. Then it hit John. He had been ripped off. The stock brokers voice that he had recognized was Thomas. Johns first thought was to call the police, but then he remembered that it wasn't even his money, it was Tyrones. "My god, what am I going to tell Tyrone." John thought to himself. He actually began to feel a bit scared about what Tyrone might do to him. It was Friday today so John had the weekend to figure out what to do. On Monday he had to go to Tyrone and have him sign some documents. During the weekend all John could think about was how he could get out of this mess, but he couldn't come up with anything. Cassie had asked him why he looked so down. John couldn't tell her the real reason so he just made up some work related stuff. But then Monday came and John was on his way to Tyrone. "Maybe he won't notice that there are some money missing." John thought to himself. When he came to the hotel John took the elevator up to Tyrones floor. The closer he came to the penthouse John began to sweat more and more. The elevator then stopped and John got out and walked over to Tyrones apartment. He knocked and then went inside. "Hi John, you got some papers for me." Tyrone said. "Yes, here you go." John said. "Give them to Jermaine." Tyrone said. John handed the papers to Tyrones personal manager Jermaine, he always read them before Tyrone signed them. In the apartment there sat two of Tyrones friends as well. "So everything is ok at the office." Tyrone asked. "Ye...Yes." John said nervously. "Well the reason that I ask is because I had an accountant go over all my accounts to see if everything was ok." Tyrone said. John now started to sweat even more. "Are you sweating John." Tyrone asked. "Well its just a bit warm in here, that's all." John told Tyrone. "You know John, the accountant found that there were some money missing from one of my accounts." Tyrone told John. "$100 000 dollars to be exact." Tyrone said. "I...I." John tried to say something. "And do you know what else John." Tyrone said. "N...n...no." John tried to say. "The money was transferred to your private account John." Tyrone said looking rather pist. "But my accountant says that the money is not there anymore, where is it." Tyrone asked John. "I...I...I lost it." John said looking down at his shoes. "First you steal $100 000 of my money then you loose it." Tyrone said. "I'm...I'm soo sorry." John said. "You know what happens to people who tries to steal from me." Tyrone asked John. By now Tyrones two friends had gotten up and was standing behind John. "Yes." John answered in a scared voice. John remembered what Tyrone had done to a guy that stole a couple of thousands from him. After Tyrone was through with him, the guy was forced to lye in the hospital for a month and after which he couldn't walk right. All that just because he had stolen a couple of thousands. And John had lost $100 000 of Tyrones money. "But because you have made me a couple of millions in the past, I'm going to go easy on you." Tyrone told John. "Thank you Tyrone." John said. "I will allow you to return to your job working for me, I will even give you $20 000 dollars." Tyrone said. "Because in a month I want that money to be $200 000 dollars." If the money I gave you haven't turned into $200 000 in a month I will be forced to do something very bad to you. Do you understand John." Tyrone said. "Y...Yes." John told him. "There's one more thing I want from you John." Tyrone said. "What's...that." John said in his scared voice. "I want your wife Cassie for a week." Tyrone told John. Johns eyes flew open. "What!" John said as he got a punch in the stomach from one of Tyrones friends. "Lower your voice." One of them told John. "I want Cassie to come and stay with me here for a week." Tyrone said. "Either this or, well you know what would happen to you." Tyrone said. "But...but she's my wife." John almost started to cry. "Well you should have thought of that before you stole from me. Now I want you to bring her here tomorrow. Is that clear." Tyrone told John. "But she might not want to." John said. "Then its your job to persuade her. Just have her here tomorrow." Tyrone said. "O...ok." John told Tyrone. "Ok then, will you help John to the elevator." Tyrone told his friends. They each grabbed one of Johns arms and then dragged him out and into the elevator. On the way home from Tyrones John sat in his car almost crying. "What was he going to do." John didn't want to bring his wife to Tyrone but he couldn't see any other way. "I might get extremely hurt if I don't do what Tyrone wanted." John thought to himself. When John got home that day he went inside and explained everything to Cassie. "WHAT!" "He wants me to stay with him for a week." Cassie yelled out. "I really don't want you to do it but there's no other way. It might not be so bad, and its only for a week. If you don't, well I told you what he did to that other guy that stole from him." John told Cassie. "I know, and I don't want you to get hurt but couldn't we go to the Police." Cassie said. "No we can't, you know it wasn't my money that I lost." John told Cassie. "Well how could you be so stupid as to steal from this guy." Cassie said in a pist off voice. "I'm sorry honey, I just wanted to get some fast money." John told her. "Does he expect me to sleep with him as well." Cassie asked. John looked down at his shoes. "He might." John said. They talked and argued for a couple of hours more, then they went to bed, but none of them could sleep much. They had decided that Cassie would spend the week with Tyrone. The afternoon the next day Cassie packed some things and then they were off to Tyrones penthouse. John and Cassie didn't speak to each other on the way over there. They went into the hotel and took the elevator up to the penthouse floor. As they stepped out of the elevator on the top floor John looked over at his wife. "Are you sure about this Cassie." He asked. "If it will prevent you from getting hurt." She said. "Ok." They knocked on the door to Tyrones apartment and gave each other a little kiss before they went inside. "Well John so good of you to come." "And Cassie you look hot as usual." Tyrone said. Tyrone shook Cassies hand. Cassie looked down and saw her small hand be engulfed by Tyrones black hand. "Hi." Cassie said. John didn't like the way Tyrone looked at Cassie but he knew that he didn't have a choice. "You didn't have to bring your own clothes, I have bought some clothes for you to wear." Tyrone told Cassie. "Well John, you can pick her up in a week, but you'll still see her here a couple of times this week when you bring over my papers to sign. "You can leave now, I'll take good care of you wife." Tyrone told John. "But..." John tried to say something. "No buts, do you want to leave by yourself or do you want the guys to throw you out in front of your wife." Tyrone asked. "Ok, I'll leave." John said. "Bye honey." Cassie said. "Bye." John said as he walked out and got into the elevator. On the way home John felt humiliated, having to hand over his wife to Tyrone. Back at Tyrones apartment. "Well Cassie how about you strip for us." Tyrone told her. "What, I can't strip in front of all of you." Cassie said. "Well guys, I'll better ease her into this in the bedroom alone this time." Tyrone told his two friends. Cassie began to feel more and more nervous. "Was he actually going to make her strip in front of him." Cassie wondered to herself as Tyrone grabbed her hand and took her into the bedroom and closed the doors. When they got into the bedroom Tyrone got up close to Cassie and placed his hands on her hips. "You know Cassie, you really are a very sexy woman." Tyrone told her. He then began to kiss her neck, moving his kisses up towards her mouth. When he got up to her mouth Cassie didn't open her mouth to Tyrones kisses. "Open your mouth." Tyrone said. Cassie slowly opened her mouth as Tyrone slid his tongue inside her mouth. "I'm doing this for John." Cassie thought to herself. By now Tyrone had his hands on Cassies ass and were squeezing them as he was tongue kissing her. Cassie actually began to feel a bit horny by all of this. She felt ashamed to be having these feelings with another man other than her husband John. "Now lets take these clothes off." Tyrone said. He then removed his own shirt and pants leaving only his boxers on. Cassie looked at Tyrone as he was undressing. "He really does have a great body." She thought to herself. "Well take you shirt and pants off." He told Cassie. Cassie began to remove her shirt and then her pants. She was wearing a pair of white panties and a matching bra. "Damn you look good." Tyrone said as he went up to Cassie. He started kissing her and he now had his hand on her breasts. Cassie felt something hard pressing against her stomach. "Oh god that can't be his..." She thought to herself. Tyrone had now unsnapped her bra and threw it on the floor. He went down and started sucking on her hard nipples. "Mmm." She let out a moan. "Oh my god, did I just moan." Cassie wondered. "You like that huh." Tyrone said. Cassies face turned red. "No I just..." She tried to say that she didn't. "Well I love to suck on your small white tits." Tyrone said. Then Tyrone started kissing her breasts again but this time he was moving down toward her panties. When he got down to them he grabbed them and slid them down her legs. He then touched her now fully exposed pussy lips. "You quite wet down here, aren't you." Tyrone said as he quickly licked her pussy. "Oh god, that feels so good." Cassie thought to herself. Tyrone licked her for a minute more then he stood up. "Well its time for you to get down on your knees." Tyrone told Cassie. He wanted her to take out his cock. Cassie slowly got down on her knees and now had her face right in front of his boxers. She could see the outline of something huge. "Pull them down." Tyrone told her. Cassie slowly reached over and pulled his boxers down. Cassies eyes then opened up wide. "Oh god." She said out loud. "That's something else than your husbands isn't it." Tyrone asked. Cassie felt that she just had to say something. "It sure is." She said still looking at it. It must have been 11 inches long and very thick as well. "So you never had a black man before." Tyrone asked. "No never." Cassie told him. "Well now you know what you have been missing." Tyrone said. "I sure do." Cassie said. She then reached up and slowly grabbed it. Cassie couldn't get her hand around it, it was too thick. "Now suck it bitch." Tyrone told her. Cassie felt even more ashamed now then before, because she really wanted to suck that black cock. She opened her mouth and got his big cockhead inside. Cassie started sucking on it. "That's a good slut." Tyrone said. By now she was really slurping on it. Cassie thought that it was great having this huge cock inside of her mouth. The Fighter Gym Class Heroes (feat. Ryan Tedder) * "Just waking up in the morning And to be well, Quite honest with ya, I ain't really sleep well Ya ever feel like your train of thought's been derailed? That's when you press on - Lee nails Half the population's just waitin to see me fail Yeah right, you're better off trying to freeze hell Some of us do it for the females And others do it for the retail"* Westley Elwes rubbed his eyes and debated getting out of bed. He'd had another night of restless sleep, first having trouble falling asleep, and then having trouble staying asleep. He'd once read that having trouble falling asleep was due to anxiety, and trouble staying asleep was due to depression. So, great he had both then... He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. A quick shampoo, soap up and rinse and he hopped out. Another day of school, another 3 months until he graduated, and then he could drag his depression to another state. He sighed, pulled on a pair of scrubs, grabbed his backpack and ran out the door to get to class. It was hard to believe only a few months ago he'd been feeling better about his life in general, had a good start on a career he'd waited for all his life, had a great friend he lived with, and he could feel the fog of his depression lifting. Westley had known that he was gay from an early age. His parents weren't religious, just obvious racists and homophobes, even being raised in a more northern state. He was terrified of coming out to his parents, and really, he'd never been much of a talker anyway, so he just avoided it. As a veterinarian after graduation he wasn't sure if he could be 'out' anyway, depending on where he got a job, so he figured it was just best to hide it and deny it. But the worst thing happened. His best friend found out, and now he had a permanent reminder he was gay. It was then Westley had decided he needed to keep quiet unless he was going to live with another person, then it was probably best to get it out in the open. He arrived home too tired to care about food, so he just went to bed, took his clothes off and fell into a restless sleep. It felt like he'd just closed his eyes when his phone rang. "Hello?" He said drowsily. "Westley? Did I wake you up? It's only 8pm" His mom said. "Long day..." "Okay, well, sweetheart Daddy's in the hospital again, we still haven't figured out what's going on. He's scheduled to see a specialist tomorrow. Did you want to come down? Will you have time?" Westley pulled out his Friday schedule to look it over. He had a lab early in the morning, but after that he was free. "What time is Dad's appointment? I have a lab until 9am." "Oh good, it's actually not until 1pm. We can do lunch tomorrow if you're able to get here before that. I'll let you go back to sleep, call me if you have any questions or problems, okay?" "Okay Mom." Westley hung up the phone and rolled back over. Now he probably wasn't going to get any sleep. His dad had been ill for quite some time, on and off. Usually it started with back pain, seemingly innocent enough. It had progressed now to the last time he saw his dad, it was obvious he'd lost weight, complained of feeling cold all the time, and was tired and napping a lot. His general practitioner had run some bloodwork, but it was normal other then slightly increased blood glucose. Of course his mom didn't explain a lot of things well either, so Westley was unsure how much she couldn't remember or wasn't telling him. He packed an overnight bag and threw it next to the door to grab in the morning. Westley was startled awake by Ryan, his best friend and roommate shaking him awake. "What the fuck dude..." Westley muttered sitting up. "You gay?" "What?" "I heard a rumor that you're queer, is that right?" "Yeah dude, is that a problem?" "You lied to me this whole time?! You been queering on me?" Ryan yelled. "No dude. I don't even... I haven't even told anybody because I don't want to be this way." "Really? Is that why Brad said he saw you checking me out?" "Dude, I don't check anybody out, I keep to myself you know that." "I don't. I really don't, and I don't care either. I think you're a lying piece of shit that needs to be reminded he's an abomination." Ryan slammed his head back into the headboard of the bed. Westley threw his hands up to protect his head, but Ryan pulled him down off the bed and started to kick him mercilessly. Since Westley was a smaller guy at 5'5, he didn't have much to defend himself against Ryan who was a 6' tall football player. Sure Westley worked out, but he'd never survive this brutal attach. As that dawned on him, he realized maybe it was for the best. He'd never be able to be himself, and he'd never be anything but an abomination like Ryan said. He stopped trying to fight Ryan. He gave up on life. "Get up you queer and fight me! Fight me goddamn it, otherwise I think you like it rough!!" Ryan yelled. Westley shook his head. "Fucker..." Ryan picked him up and threw him onto the bed. Westley wanted to die, but he didn't want to hurt anymore, and curling up on his left side alleviated the pain a bit. Ryan grabbed a letter opener from his desk. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're an abomination so you can never hope to live a normal life..." Ryan touched the blunt blade to his tender thigh. The alarm blaring shocked Westley out of his flashback nightmare. He dragged himself out of bed, showered, shaved and got ready for his class. It seemed the lab on radiograph technique seemed to drag on and on. Finally they were released and he started the 2 hour drive across Ohio to get to the internal medicine specialist close to Cleveland. Westley held his mom as she cried. The doctor had come out of the room to tell them the results of the preliminary tests they'd run on his dad. It wasn't good news. "Basically, we suspect that it's some form of pancreatic cancer. We'll need to verify it with biopsy and CT scan. But considering the factors, his age, his race, symptoms and the bloodwork results today, we're leaning toward this diagnosis. If this is what it is, we'll need to get him treatment as soon as possible. I know this is a shock, but we do have a cancer specialist in our network I'd like to refer you to. Do you want a few moments to think this over before we go tell your husband?" "Please. I should compose myself as much as possible before we go in there." Westley was in shock. He didn't know much about pancreatic cancer, but from what he'd read about Patrick Swayze he knew the prognosis wasn't good. "Do you want to come in with me?" His mom asked. "I..." Westley was speechless. "Here, sweetheart, go get a soda. I'll be with him for the doctors to tell him, you can pop in after a bit. I know this is hard. We have to be strong for him." Westley nodded. He waited a few minutes then went into the room. He watched with almost disinterest as his parents wept together. The doctor had told them the diagnosis, but his dad had asked more questions then he and his mom had. And with each question, it got worse and worse. Westley wasn't sure he was comprehending it much, but knew now that of all the cancers his dad could have, this might be the worse. Basically, his dad was looking at a 6-10 month life expectancy if the cancer had spread, otherwise, best case scenario with extensive treatment, 5 years. Westley was overwhelmed. The week seemed to drag on and on. His mom called him with updates regularly, but Westley couldn't seem to focus on anything, not even his classes. He could tell that he wasn't taking care of himself either, he really couldn't remember eating anything within the last day or so, and nothing really substantial since his dad's diagnosis. Westley's phone rang late Thursday, a classmate letting him know the lab class on Friday was cancelled due to a family emergency on the instructors side. Westley knew he should go visit his dad, but he couldn't handle it right now. And he didn't really have friends around here to hang out with. At that thought he realized he could call Michael, the drive to Madison would take about 9 hours he figured, but hell, it might be worth it if Michael would be willing to see him. He called Michael, but didn't explain what was going on. He wasn't a talker, but he needed to be around somebody, otherwise he wasn't sure what he'd do. Michael was more than happy to have Westley visit, but told him his boyfriend Daniel was going to be there. Westley wasn't thrilled about that, but he just wanted to not be alone, so he guessed he'd tolerate meeting the boyfriend. Which Michael calling Daniel his boyfriend was new too and almost made Westley more depressed. Still, he couldn't be alone. Westley made the drive to Madison in record time and pulled up to Michael's apartment around 630pm. He walked up to the door and buzzed the number Michael told him to. "Hello?" A fuzzy voice came over the intercom. "Hey, Michael? It's Westley." "Hey Wes, I'll be down to let you in." Westley waited patiently, and in 30 seconds the door swung open, almost hitting him. "Come on in. Daniel should be here shortly." Westley followed him up the stairs and into the small apartment. It was nicer then a dorm room that was for sure. "Make yourself comfortable." Michael said. Just as Westley sat down on the couch, the door buzzed again. "Oh, that's Daniel. Wait here." Westley looked at his fingernails, then picked at a piece of loose rubber on his shoe waiting for the two to come upstairs. Daniel walked in and eyed him up. Westley did the same, and realized Michael would never want to pick a tiny guy like him over a lean, muscular cute guy like Daniel. Westley sighed internally. The only hope he had was if Daniel screwed up, or made Michael wait too long to have a relationship. He stood up and went over to shake Daniel's hand. "Nice to finally meet you." Daniel said to him politely. "Pleasure's all mine." Westley said, almost too sweetly. The men all discussed food, and it was decided to order Chinese. Daniel went into the kitchen to get them all beers, but returned with only two. Westley was confused at first, but Daniel explained Michael only had two in the fridge. Michael volunteered to run to the closest gas station to pick up more while they waited for food. Westley was stuck alone with Daniel. He admitted to himself he didn't hate Daniel, he just was jealous. And not really jealous of Daniel per se, but of the seemingly easy relationship he had with Michael. Westley thought that most of that was due to how laid back Michael was, and again had the thought that if Daniel screwed up, he'd be first in line to pick up the pieces. Forget the issues with coming out and all, he would want the man in his life. After some stilted conversation, Daniel pushed for Westley to say what he was thinking. Westley confessed his thoughts, "You screw up, I'll be right there to pick up the pieces." Daniel had agreed, but made it clear he wanted Michael in his life enough to fight for him. The rest of the evening had gone well, and after watching a movie, Westley was ready for bed. He took over the spare bed, and listened to Daniel wake up Michael enough to get him to bed, where they started to snore together. Westley felt some tears escape before he could squash them back down. He needed a Michael of his own. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to make it through his father's death. As much as they didn't see eye to eye, he loved his dad, and he wasn't strong enough to let him go yet.