Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 09:48:07 +0800 From: Dane Javier Subject: Chapter 2 Eventually Disclaimer: I don't them. I really have no idea what these people do. It's all fiction. Author's Note: Here's the second part of Eventually. You guys remember to email me about this because I really want to know what you think. For you guys who aren't familiar with my works, find "Mad Season" and "Love, Words and Intentions" here in Nifty. My other works are hosted in Shaun's site in www.angelfire.com/boybands/druid555 and in Zarah's in www22.brinkster.com/zarah Peace and Nacho Cheese, Dane PS. Life is good so don't waste it! Eventually By Dane Chapter 2: A Million Miles Away Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 1993 Beverley Kirkpatrick trudged up to her apartment with tired bones and muscles. Working two jobs and supporting 4 daughters was exhausting to the single mother. After climbing the five flights of stairs, she entered her cramped apartment where three of her children were all gathered in the living room/ kitchen. "God, I hope the girls will have a better life," Bev prayed. "At least, Chris is in college doing what he can. I just wished that he wasn't so far away. He was always strong for me." Emily and Molly, the middle girls, were both doing their homework and annoying the heck of each other at the same time. Taylor, being a toddler, was in a nearby used-up play pen that was used by all the girls at one point. Kate wasn't around. "Probably at work," thought Bev as she picked up Taylor and kissed her two other daughters on the head. Life was always hard for Bev and her family. Two failed marriages and five mouths to feed, along with near bankruptcy, the single mother sometimes wondered why she hasn't given up yet. At one point, the family was living in a derelict van in the middle of winter time during Chris' 16th year. Now, at least, things are stable. Out of the blue, Kate, still dressed in her McDonald's uniform, burst though the front door and scared everyone in the apartment off their pants. She looked at her confused mother and screamed in excitement. Bev, not so sure of what's happening to her eldest daughter, gave Taylor to Molly and rushed to the hyperventilating Kate. She tried to shake her into coherence but that only made her breakout more, until her tried the only thing she could think of; she slapped her and that calmed her down. "Kate, what happened? Why are you acting like this?" asked Bev. "Mom, Chris called me at work. Something happened to him!" Kate said as her excitement got the better of her. She pulled her mother to the worn down sofa and motioned for her sisters to come and sit down with them. "Kate Honey, what did Chris say? Did something bad happen?" She shook her head franticly and squeezed her mother's hand tight with anticipation. "Mom, you won't believe this but your son is very lucky. He won the lottery in Florida, Mom. HE WON THE FUCKING LOTTERY!" "KATE! LANGUAGE!" Sheepishly, she calmed down. "Sorry Mom, but this is big. It's so big that I'm having a hard time containing myself." Sighing at her daughter's giddiness, Bev still wanted to hear more. "So, how much did he win? Did he get three or four out of the six numbers?" she said still not believing that her son could be that lucky. "He won 17.3 million dollars" Tension. Then Emily jumped up and pulled sister in a big hug. "OH, MY GOD! We're RICH! Mom, Kate, Molly, Taylor, we're RICH! God, we're so fucking RICH!" "EMILY!" "Sorry!" "Well, this means that we are going to celebrate. Girls, I know its getting kind of late but I feel like some dessert. How about we go to the Diner for some cake and pie?" Bev said with a sedate but blissful voice. The four girls jumped in delight and went to change. As everyone grabbed their coats and get prepared, Bev realized that Chris' dream would now eventually come true. That bringing a tear to her eye, she gave a silent prayer of thanks to God in heaven for blessing her with her son. The idea that Chris won something was still sinking in. * * * * * * * * * Memphis, Tennessee 1994 Lynn was about to prepare dinner when Justin came home. She was surprised to see that her usually jovial and manic son was all bruised up and quiet. Rushing to get the first-aid kit then dropping to her son's side, she began to administer iodine on all the cuts and scratches. She could tell that Justin was trying to be tough because of the tears that were slowly forming but refused to fall. "Is it that boy again, Justin?" asked Lynn with concern in her voice. Justin didn't answer for he was afraid that he would say something that he would regret because of all the anger that he felt swelling inside. Clenching and unclenching his fists were all the signs that Lynn needed to know that he didn't want to talk about it. "Oh, don't worry yourself about him. He's just jealous that you have talent and he doesn't, Justin." "I HATE HIM!" Justin spat out suddenly. "Todd been waiting for me after school now for the pass 3 weeks and I'm sick and tired of it. All because he saw me leave dance class and he heard me sing in the talent show. I'm tired of all the names he calls me, of all the stupid reasons he has to beat me up, of all his stupid friends who join him, and of all of my friends that I lost because of all this. Today, I pissed him off even more because I beat him in basketball in Gym today. In the showers, he punched me in the stomach and laughed at me as I fell to the floor." In his outburst, Justin failed to notice the tears that fell from his face. Lynn gave him a reassuring embrace. Every since Lynn and Randall's, Justin's father, divorce, the young teenager was having a difficult time coping up with everything. His grades have slumped. He has been targeted by bullies. He was at that awkward stage when hormones and everything else start to kick in. He felt alone most of the time because he felt like his friends have deserted him. All in all, Justin was glad that he was moving away soon with Lynn. After Lynn made sure that nothing was left to be cleansed, mended, and fed, she sent her son to bed early knowing that he was exhausted from the ordeal that he went through. Justin stripped down and laid in bed, trying to forget the pain that racked him body. For now, he would gladly traded off his life for whatever good dreams he was about to have. Maybe he would dream of sunny Florida and the start of a new life when he would leave after school ends. In Justin's dreams... Night time soon came upon the bustling city of Athens. Tonight, its citizens would be out in the streets paying homage to Demeter in the Festival of the Harvest. The young women of the city paraded the walkways with flowers and garlands while the men brought bundles of wheat to Demeter's temple for sacrifice. In almost every street corner, orators and poets vie for the crowds attention while spewing their words and politics. The free men and women showed off their latest fashions along side the soldiers in their decorative dress. It was a sight to behold, with all the lanterns and food that was abundant, Randalus could barely tear himself from the constant distractions that Athens provided. Randalus knew he had to get back to the villa to his master. With most of his family and servants out enjoying themselves in the festival, only the master and Randalus were at home. The master only sent him out to buy some special wine, which can be only be bought at this time of year, from the local merchant who seem to be generous with their prices now. The grandeur and excitement thinned out considerable as Randalus made his way home, but not without sampling some of the food along the way. The house where he lived was bigger than most of than the ones surrounding because Randalus' master, Socotes, was a highly influential statesman that many in Athens loved. As reflected by the grandeur of the wall paintings and the amount of statues in the courtyard, you could tell that the master was patron of the arts, as well of the various artisans of the city, like his father before him. It would have been a spectacle during the daytime, too bad it was evening and lanterns did little justice to their beauty. White Marble trailed the floor and the scents of flowers and burning oil mixed in the air. In the distance, Randalus could still hear the sounds of the Athenians making their tribute to the earth goddess as he placed the container down on the kitchen floor. He quickly changed his sandals and refreshed himself with a cup of water. All he had to do was wait for his master to call him when he needed something. This quiet time allowed the young slave to ponder on how fortunate he was so far. Randalus was glad that the master allowed him to go out and buy the wine. Being a slave, there are very few privileges one can have, especially one that was of unknown origin like him. He had the looks of one that was born on Olympus, curly bronze hair and blue Apolloian eyes, which made him more desirable as a property by those with the money and means. He would have been sold to a brothel or to some household with an abusive master. Every since the master bought him from the Agora 5 years prior, he would get tokens of affection from the friends and collegues of the master. He would accept the gifts but quietly declined any of their offers, saying that he faithful only to his master. He was lucky, considering he didn't know from where he came from. "Randalus", shouted Socotes, Randalus' master. The slave sprang up and fixed himself up as fast as possible, then rushed up to the master's chambers. Stopping at the doorway to compose himself, Randalus walked in and bowed towards the lone figure that was looking over the terrence at the festival. The man turned to reveal the wavy brown hair and the Aegean blue eyes that the master had. He smiled and motioned for the slave to come forward. The young slave looked out and was amazed at the sight which the master presented him with. The natural bay of Athens was brightly illuminated by the moon of Artemis, shimmering with the light. All around the city, miniscule fire made by the people were moving like fireflies in a warm night. The darkness mingled with what little light there was and made what was left to see beautiful. All the while witnessing all this, Randalus barely noticed the gentle hands of his master on his waist. He only noticed when Socotes pulled him closer and made the slave look at him. The eyes of the master were like the sea that wanted to surround and caress the young slave. In a moment of surprise, Socotes inched closer and deftly kissed Randalus. The contact made Randalus' head spin, as if a flood worthy of Poseidon came and rushed into his being. He gave in to the kiss and allowed the master to carry him to the bed. Without resisting, Socotes removed the young man's clothing with little problem and continued to roam along his skin. The sensation was incredible and wanted more. As soon as Socotes reached his thighs, Randalus' cock twitched up straight. The master then rubbed his cheek slowly on the phallus which made the slave moan. After laying soft kisses on the head and letting the clear liquid seep from the slit, Socotes surprised Randalus by swallowing the phallus into his mouth and the feeling of it made the slave see the heavens. The rhythm was slow and savoring, as the master's hands continued to roam all over the slave's taut body. Randalus felt his balls get tighter, knowing that if his master didn't stop from what he was doing to him, he would explode. Socotes continued, sensing his property getting close, sped up his efforts and was soon rewarded with his slave's semen. Socotes thought it tasted close to the god's nectar. Socotes stood up and saw that the young slave was shivering in pleasure, a lithe smile on his face. He laid down beside him and Randalus cuddled up to his master arms. He heard him say, "Just like nectar", before he was kissed again. * * * * * * * * * In the real world... Justin woke up refreshed and happy, contrary to the fact that he was a grump in the mornings and usually needed his cereal before waking up properly. As he stretched, he felt wet in the midsection and looked down. Sure enough, there was a wet spot in his sleeping shorts. At first, he was mortified until he remembered the class he had in sex education about puberty. He smiled at the fact the he just had his first wet dream, meaning he was finally growing up. "Now, how to explain this to mom?" Justin grumbled merrily as the 13 year old made his way to the bathroom. TBC...