A Second Chance
By:
Tickie
(Copyrighted by the author)
Editor: Radio Rancher
This is a story of love between two men. As such there is some sex but it is really more about their relationship. If you're into romance, I hope this story pleases you.
The following story has to do with graphically explicit sexual descriptions of sexuality between consenting adults. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults, is entirely fictitious and is only intended to be a fantasy. The names are fictitious as well. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. If you are not at least 18 years old please do not read any further down in this story.
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Chapter 4
The holidays were great. With my love and his family's support, I came through
them with only a few short lapses into despair. The New Year was ahead, and we
had places to go, and things to see. I wanted to establish some new holdings
around the world, and my love was going to become more then just my consultant.
I wanted us to be able to spend as much time enjoying life as we could. The last
five years were, to say the least, trying. Yes, Jim and I had committed to each
other last week. Exchanging rings, they were both engraved with inscriptions;
mine read "To my love, James," and his read, "To my love, Charlie." It was just
the two of us there, we didn't care what the world thought, and we were lovers
forever. We did tell his parents, and they seemed happy for us; I know that
Jim's mom, Helen, was happy.
I was sitting in my office, looking at some travel brochures, and thinking about
something as Jim came in. He said, "You look deep in thought. What's on your
mind, Hon?" He, too, appeared to be thinking about something, and had a serious
look in his eyes; then he continued, saying, "You remember ... we were talking
about some new locations for the company, right?" smiling at me with his cute
Cowboy smile.
I replied "Yes" I came back to reality from my thoughts.
Jim said, "I was thinking, that maybe we could travel through Europe, and maybe
scout out some locations there, and have a vacation, too." His eyes were
gleaming, and he smiled broadly at me.
"You are so cute when you get ideas. Did anyone ever tell you that?" I asked,
still smiling at Jim.
Jim replied, blushing a cute pink, "Yes, you tell me all the time," then
chuckled at me.
I held up the brochures, dangling them in front of Jim, and said, "Gotcha! I've
been doing my homework, already." I love when we do that to each other; oh, yes,
it's so cool. It makes me think we're really meant for each other.
Shaking his head at me, Jim said, "Like I said, great minds think alike." 'God,
I love Charlie; I don't know what I would do without him. God ...' he thought to
himself, '... don't even think that crap ... No! ... Never!'
"Is Dave coming by, today, love?" I asked, hoping he was, but knowing that Jim
and his brother were at odds with each other.
Jim answered with a question, saying, "Did he say he was? I don't remember him
saying anything about that to me." He looked a bit puzzled. He was thinking, 'I
hope not; he treats Charlie ... well ... strangely ... and I don't like it. Darn! I'm
gonna call him and see what he wants.'
"I think he just wants to come out and pick up the things he left at Christmas,"
I said, not wanting to open old wounds.
Jim said sternly, "I'm going to call him and see if we can just take his crap
with us to town. Is that ok with you?" He was upset I could tell that right
away, so my efforts didn't pan out so well.
I just said, "Sure, if that's what you want." I know that Jim and his brother
don't get along very well, but, oh, well, that's their problem. Mine, too, I
guess. Seems Dave doesn't like me either, but that's his choice.
As Jim turned to leave, I asked, "Oh, Jim, did you get a hold of your friend,
about that job?" We had talked about a personal secretary for us, as we always
seemed to be together, you know, doing the important things, making
reservations, booking flights, taking care of paper work; I think you get the
picture.
Jim turned back looking at me and said, "Yes, and he seems interested," He was
thinking, 'I know he would be good at it, he was always an organizer and a
stickler about everything being in order, and he's a neat freak. He's planning
on getting married soon, too, so I'm sure he could use a good job.'
As Jim started toward the door of the office again, I asked, "Ok, why don't you
ask him to come out here tomorrow, so we can have a chat?" I looked at the
brochures again and wondered where we should go.
I had opened a private bank account for Jim, the day of our commitment, and had
Doug McKenny draw up some legal documents making the commitment as binding as
possible between the two of us, with powers of attorney for each of us, which
allowed us both to speak for the other in all legal matters, etc. I had Mike get
several different credit cards in James' name; of course this was all to be a
big surprise for my wonderful, blue-eyed, love.
I heard the front door open and close, and someone coming down the hall to my
office. It was Nancy, our housekeeper for many years. She worked every day,
whenever we needed her, and had been doing so, for my folks, all along. She had
always treated me as if I were her son, and now that Jim was part of my family,
she treated him the same way. Yes, she knew about us, and she was ok with our
relationship. She had even caught us in bed together, and had seen us running
around the house, naked, a few times. She never made a fuss; sometimes I felt
she just enjoyed the view.
Nancy said, "You two, oh, my, you two look like a couple of hoboes. You need to
get shaved and presentable. Fix yourselves up! Oh, yes ... and Charles ... we're
going to have prime rib for dinner, so don't be late." She was looking at the
two of us, and she was thinking, 'those two were meant to be together, if every
there were two guys together.'
"Ok, we won't," Jim and I replied in unison.
Jim had called and found out what his brother had wanted. After finishing their
talk, he came into the office and told me, "I'm going to run into town and drop
off the junk that Dave left. While I'm there I'll have a nice visit with mom."
Then Jim asked me, "Want to come, too?"
I told him, "No, not this time. I have some work to get caught up on, but can
you stop by the office and pick up the stuff Mike has for us."
Jim looked at me with a frown, and said, "Ok, love, I was hoping you could come,
but I understand." Then he gave me a smile as he began to leave the office.
I yelled at Jim as he turned the corner, leaving, "Be safe and drive carefully,
Hon! I'll see you when you get home. Love ya!"
James <><><><>
As I left the ranch, I thought back on the last week, back to our commitment.
God, I loved Charlie. I couldn't be any happier. I was excited about what was to
come. It had to be great things, was all I could think of.
I remembered, then, that I had to pick up the stuff at the office before seeing
the folks, and I thought maybe I would just stop by and see Greg, my old high
school and college buddy, for a quick chat.
I pulled into the office parking lot, and once I was inside, everybody smiled at
me as I walked down the hall to Mike's office. I knocked on the door softly.
Mike said, "Come in."
I entered and said, "Hi, Mike, how's it going?"
Mike looked up at me, smiled, and said, "Alright, and how's my James today?
You're looking very cheerful."
I replied with a grin, "I'm doing fine, absolutely great. Charlie asked me to
pick up some stuff you have for him." I wondered what it was; then I thought,
'With the ton of paper work that Charlie is signing every damn day, we sure do
need that new secretary. I sure hope that Greg takes the job.' Charlie had told
me to be sure that Greg understood that he'd be doing a lot of traveling with
us. We needed them both, since we had loads of work, all the damn time.
Mike handed me two briefcases; one was brand new and the other was an older one.
Mike said with a grin, "James, that new one has everything in it that Charlie
asked for; the older one has today's work load."
I looked at the two cases. I couldn't help but frown. I asked, with a touch of
disgust in my voice, "Lots of paperwork today, I take it?"
Mike simply replied, "This job's nothing BUT paperwork! James, I wish we could
get out, now and then," He chuckled. I wondered what he was thinking about.
I smiled, and said, "Thanks, Mike, I have to be running, now. I'm going to see
the folks,"
Mike, still grinning, said, "Say hi to Charlie for me, and you be safe;" he
stared down at the papers he had been working on.
I left the office, thinking, 'What's in the new briefcase?' I tried to open it,
but it was locked. 'That's strange,' I thought. 'What the hell? It must be
something important.'
I then headed over to Greg's place. When I arrived, I saw that his car wasn't
there. I went to the front door and rang the bell. There was no answer. I just
figured he was out; I could catch him later. I then drove to mom's place. I
grabbed Dave's junk from the trunk of the car, walked up to the door, and rang
the bell. It felt so strange. I had been gone for so long, that I felt I had to
ring the doorbell. I chuckled to myself as I opened the door and walked in. Mom
was right there, as she was about to answer the door.
She said, "Hello, son, why did you ring the bell?" she looked puzzled.
As I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, I replied, "I don't know, actually;
it just felt right, somehow. I've been away from here for quite some time now,
after all." I set Dave's junk down by the door. "Oh, yes, here's Dave's crap,
too."
She looked upset and said, "You two boys need to make up and be friends; he is
your brother, you know."
I just shook my head, sadly; "Well, until he can treat Charlie better than he
has so far, he ain't my brother. Charlie has done a lot for our whole family;
and Dave treats him like crap."
Mom just looked deeply into my eyes. She told me. "Your brother just doesn't
quite understand about ... well ... you know."
I snapped back, "Gay's! Well, that's what we are and if he doesn't like it, then
to hell with him."
Mom said, "I'm working on him, Hon, just give him some time, he will come
around." She had a very sad look in her eyes, and it hurt me to see it, but what
could I do about my brother's attitude.
I thought, 'I don't think he will,' but I was hoping mom was right; then I told
her, "Mom, Charlie and I are going to be leaving in a few days for Europe, and I
don't know, for sure, when we'll be back." Then, after another thought,
continued, "We'd love to take you and Pop out for dinner, before we go. Do you
think Pop would like that?"
Mom said, "We both would love to. Just let us know a little in advance this
time. The last time you sprung it on us with no warning at all." She smiled at
me with her motherly cute smile.
"Ok, Mom, I really do have to run, though; Charlie's waiting for me." I
remembered that I still had to stop at Greg's again. I wanted to give him a
little time to think about the job offer, before he came out to the ranch.
Mom disappointedly said, "Ok, son, be good to that man of yours, and be safe."
Then she broke into a huge grin.
"I will." I told her; "Tell Pop hi for me." I looked back over my shoulder, and
waved at her.
I got into the car, started it, then drove over to Greg's house, again, and I
noticed, as I approached, that his car was in the driveway. I got out of the car
and went up to the front door. I rang the doorbell. Greg opened the door,
smiled, and said, "Hello, James, how are you today?" He reached out his hand to
me.
I reached out and shook it, saying; "I'm doing fine, Greg; I just stopped by to
discuss the new job. Greg, I want you to know, that this job is going to require
an awful lot of your time. It will also mean that you have to travel a lot, with
us both -- Charlie and me. How do you feel about that?"
"Jim, you know I need a good job, and I won't lie about that. The long hours
don't bother me." He was looking excited. I could see it in his eyes. I just
knew he wanted it. I was hoping he could handle it.
"Greg, you know I have a lot of confidence in you, and I really think you can do
the job for us. I know Charlie's on my side."
Greg, with a warm smile, said, "Jim, I'll do everything I can to make you both
happy as well as ... not regret ... that you hired me. I hope you know that."
I said quickly, "Okay, Greg, come out to the ranch tomorrow around noon, ok? The
three of us will have a chat." I was thinking, 'God, I hope he takes this job.
We really need him.'
Greg answered, saying, "Okay, I'll be there." He smiled at me.
I smiled back at him, and said, "OK, buddy I'll see you tomorrow, then." We
shook hands and I left. I couldn't help but grin, as I thought of how well I
thought Greg would do in the job.
On the way back to the ranch, I kept wondering, what the heck was in that new
briefcase? Why, I don't know. There was something nagging at me, to try to get
into it, but I knew better. It was almost dinnertime when I arrived back at the
ranch.
I walked in and there stood Charlie, waiting for me with his arms spread wide.
We immediately hugged each other, and we kissed deeply. "I missed you, love," I
said.
Charles <><><><>
Oh, how I missed him today! It was the first time we'd been apart in several
weeks. Of course I knew this was going to happen, but I still missed him, very
much, oh, so very, much. I just hated that we had to be away from each other.
Well, I guess I have to live with it, but nothing says I have to like it.
"How was your trip into town? I hope it was productive. Mine was so-so; I missed
you and couldn't keep focused." I stared into his deep blue eyes.
Jim looked me in the eyes and said, "It was okay, I guess. I did stop and talk
with Greg about the new job. He'll be out tomorrow, around noon, to talk with
us. I hope that was okay, Charlie."
"That's great, love! I see you have some stuff for me." Jim handed me both of
the briefcases; I took them back to the office. Then I returned to the living
room where I had left Jim standing. He looked confused, so I asked, "Are you ok?
You look like you have something on your mind."
Jim replied with a serious but cute smile, "Nothing much; I was just curious
about something, but that can wait; I'm starving; is dinner about done?" Jim
looked as if he could eat a bear, claws and all.
I glanced over at Jim and said, "I think Nancy has it all ready. She is just
waiting for a pair of handsome young gentlemen to join her in the dining room. I
think we need to wash up, though, before we eat." We both headed off down the
hall to the bathroom, washed up, and returned to the dining room. Nancy had a
nice meal ready for us; the prime rib was exquisite, just the way we both liked
it -- blood rare. She had also made our favorite dessert -- homemade apple pie.
After serving dinner, and taking care of the kitchen, Nancy excused herself. We
both thanked her for an excellent meal. We each gave her a gentle hug, as she
was about to leave, and I said, "Nancy, you've outdone yourself this evening."
We got up and retrieved a second cup of coffee, each, and went into the living
room again.
I told Jim, "I have a surprise for you, love." I got up, walked into the office,
picked up the new briefcase, and returned to the living room. I sat down next to
him, reached over, and pulled him into a big hug. I kissed him lovingly and
deeply. I let go of him and looked into his eyes. I said, "Now, Hon, I know this
might be a shock to you, but you are my everything; you do know that, right?"
Jim looked puzzled and said, "Of course, love, you are everything to me, too. So
what's the surprise, what is it?" he was excited; I could see it. His blue eyes
were wide with anticipation.
I handed him the new briefcase and said, "It's all inside here, love."
Jim took the briefcase. He tried to open it. He knew it was locked, but had to
make it look good. It opened, and he said, with a gasp, "It opened!" then,
knowing what had just happened, he blushed.
I knew then, that he had tried to open it before getting home. I was tickled
pink. Mike and I had worked this out in great detail. Oh, yes, Mike planned much
of it, and was thrilled at what we were about to do. As the case opened, Jim
looked inside, and his mouth dropped to the floor. He took in a gasp of air. I
was afraid he was going to pass out, so I spoke. "James, are you ok, love?" He
just looked at me, not believing his own eyes.
There, on top of a small envelope, was a new sign, for the Casper office, that
read...
|
Lambert, Lambert & Andersen
Investments, Inc. |
I looked at Jim; he was crying, and not able to say a word. He just
looked at me and hugged me, I told him, "Hon, that was in the works
from the time of our commitment to each other. There is more in the
case, if you're up to it." He was still crying, big tears, almost
sobbing. Not tears of hurt, but tears of joy. I knew that, but he
was still crying, and that made me feel bad about it. He was still
trying to look me in the eyes, through the tears. He saw me hurting,
because I was making him sad.
Then he finally spoke. "Charlie, oh, Charlie, Charlie, why did you
do that? I was so very happy, just the way we were, but now, my God,
now ..." he trailed off, still crying.
I just pulled him closer, and started rocking back and forth on the
sofa. I whispered in his ear, "It's alright, love; you mean a hell
of a lot more to me than that damn company, and what good is a
company without both of us?" Then I thought, 'I wonder if he's ready
for the rest of it?' I said, to myself, 'Oh, go on; go for broke.'
"Love, there's more in there. Open the envelope, now!" I sure hoped
he could just hold together for the rest of his surprise. Jim took
the envelope out and tore open the end of it. He pulled out a
bankbook.
He opened it and screamed, "Oh ... my ... fucking ...God! How much is
that?" He started counting the zeros, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, point 8,
9, my God! There is a three in front of them, Oh, Charlie, that's
THIRTY MILLION DOLLARS !"
"Yes, Love, and you are worth every cent of it." If we could have
hugged each other any tighter, we would have been one. Then I told
him, "Look at the rest of the stuff, love."
Jim was still in a complete and total daze. He said, "I don't think
I can stand much more!"
He then found the credit cards, with his name on them. Company
credit cards:
James R. Andersen, Partner
Lambert, Lambert, & Andersen Inc.
He just shook his head in amazement.
"Now," I said, "For the final part of this surprise ... well ... ALMOST
the final part ..." I smiled at him with an evil grin, "... The final
part will be in the bedroom tonight, I hope! Look in the file
folder, Love."
He opened the folder. In there, were all the legal papers, making
him a full partner, with the clause reading, In the event of Charles
James Lambert's death, James Roger Andersen will become the sole
owner of said Company. OR In the event of James Roger Andersen's
death, Charles James Lambert will become the sole owner of said
Company. etc., etc., etc., so much for the rest; you get the idea.
Jim just could not believe what had just happened. He stammered,
finally getting out the words, "Oh, Buckaroo, there will be a final
part tonight, for sure."
I asked, "Would you like a drink, love?" He looked at me, just
looked at me, with those, oh, so deep, dark, blue eyes. He nodded,
'yes.' I got up and headed for the study, for some drinks. I heard
him, on the phone. I knew who was on the other end, his parents ...
I smiled as I stood in the hall, not wanting to interrupt the call.
Jim was talking to his mom. I heard, "Oh, Mom, I can't believe this.
He is so good to me, and now, this." There was a pause, while his
mom spoke, I guess, then; "I will, oh, God, I'll take such very good
care of him." Then another pause, "I'm planning on that, and, Mom,
tell pop I am going to help you all out, and I am not going to take
`NO' for an answer." Pause again, then, "I love you, too, Mom, good
night. Tell pop I love him too." Then he hung up the phone.
We got up, and changed into our robes, and lay on the floor,
watching some stupid TV show, and the next thing I knew, I woke up
feeling something warm on my manhood. I looked down, and saw Jim's
head bobbing up and down on it. I pretended I was still asleep,
taking a quick glimpse every few seconds. In a few moments, I saw
Jim take hold of his own manhood. He stroked it slowly. It was very
hard, and I was getting as excited as hell. I glanced over to see
what Jim was doing. He was still stroking away; so I let out a
groan, then I moaned, "Oh, Cowboy you're so sneaky."
Jim said, "I woke up, and you had something standing up there, that
looked in need of some loving, so I figured I'd just take care of it
for ya."
I pulled him up and kissed him and said, "Get up, Hon; I want to try
something different. What time is it anyway?" I was still
half-asleep.
Jim simply replied, "Midnight!"
I said, "I thought we had to be somewhere in the morning?"
Jim answered, "Right now, that can wait. I have something more
important to take care of. It's lying right in front of me. It would
be too hard to pass it up now. It's only Greg, coming here at noon,
love, and I can go, or come, all night if you want me to." He gave
his patented smile.
I took off my robe, lay on my back in the middle of the room, and
told him to take his robe off, straddle me, slide his feet up under
my arms, and sit on my manhood, facing me.
Jim asked, "What are we doing now?" He thought, 'this is different,
indeed.'
I told him, "I'm going to have my way with you, and you are going to
do all the work." I snickered at him, with that `evil' look in my
eyes.
Jim smiled and said, "That sounds hot, we never tried this before.
It really sounds sexy, love."
I said, "Get the tube of KY, please, and get me ready for your cute
ass."
Jim got up on his knees and spread some KY on my cock, and worked
some of it into his own butt, then he straddled me. He grinned and
said, "I'm going to ride my Buckaroo," He then slid his feet under
my arms, and lay back on his arms, forcing his manhood to wave in
the air in front of me.
I grabbed my cock, and aimed it towards his rose bud, then, he began
by leaning back on his elbows, raised his waist, so I could guide my
cock toward the awaiting opening. I pointed it; guiding it, into his
hole. He raised himself, onto his hands, lowered himself, until the
tip of my cock just started in, stopping with a groan.
Jim tensed saying, "That hurts a little bit, Charlie."
I grabbed his manhood, and started stroking it; he started to jerk,
twisted around settled down on my cock, and forced it in about an
inch or so.
Jim whispered "Charlie, that hurts, but it feels sooo good, too."
I kept on stroking his cock, very slowly, to keep him excited, but
not fast enough for him to loose it. He twitched and jerked again,
lowered himself an inch more. He moaned something that I didn't
quite catch. Then, he couldn't hold himself up anymore, so he just
sat down on my cock in one movement, until all of my manhood was
buried into my Cowboy's rosebud. He jumped back up, just for a
second, then he sat down again, and rested for a few minutes. I was
getting so hot; I was ready to unload any minute, I tried very hard,
(excuse the pun) not to. Jim's cock looked like a big purple
balloon, ready to burst. I slowly started, raising and lowering my
hips, in a fucking motion; this drove him crazy,
Jim jumped, twitched, jerked, and moaned, saying, "God, Charlie,
this feels so damned good! I don't think I can hang on much longer!"
I then reached up with my other hand, and started playing with his
belly button. He went completely wild, like I never saw him do
before. He forced himself up so he could move his legs under
himself. He was now kneeling straddling me; this freed his hands for
other activities. He reached up, and pinched both my nipples at the
same time. I started to buck, which forced me deeper into him, as
fast as I could move; I felt myself building up until I let out a
loud moan. I whimpered, "Jim, oh, Jim, I'm comiiiing!" while I shot
my load up Jim's cute ass, he just exploded with his cum. He shot
his love juice all over my chest. While he was coming, he was
jerking so violently, that it felt as though he broke my cock, and
he moaned, grunted, and groaned.
Jim just leaned over. He slid down my body enough, to be able to
lick his spent juices, out of my belly button, and off my chest,
tits and neck. While he was that close to my face, I just grabbed
him in a bear hug, and pulled him up my body, until his cock touched
mine. Then I started kissing him. I kept it up for a minute or so. I
pulled him up again, and said, "Get up on you knees, Jim." Up he
came. I put my hands on his cute cheeks and I pulled up at the same
time, until his cock was in position for me to suck it.
Jim was semi-hard so I just opened my mouth, and moved my head
around until I could get the tip. I sucked it in. Jim started to
moan, again, "It's sensitive, and it hurts, but it's oh, so good,
though." I just sucked on his cock and played with his balls and
belly button. He started jerking again. His stomach muscles were
getting so tight that I could see every abdominal muscle, and every
rib in his chest. Then he just about fell over backwards, as he shot
another load. I swallowed it all, shot after shot of his hot love
juice, until he was completely empty. Then, I pulled him into a bear
hug. I kissed him, letting him taste his own love juice. Our tongues
played together and we felt the warm silky inner mouths, for a
while, until we came down from the after glow.
We got up, and headed for the shower. We washed each other
thoroughly, and a couple of things got kind of stiff again, but we
were both drained, from all the day's activities, all and the
loving. We got into bed and kissed each other thoroughly and
completely, everywhere either of us could possibly think of. I
rolled over so Jim could cuddle up behind me, legs to legs, chest to
back, and manhood to canyon. It was wonderful.
But time moves on...
The next day, we hired Greg Carlson; his first duties were to set up
a three month tour of Europe, making all hotel, airline, and dining
reservations, travel plans, business meetings, etc. He was also
responsible for keeping track of the flow of all the tedious
paperwork. He became so attuned to us, that he was even selecting
the wine we drank with meals; he was the perfect gentlemen's,
gentleman. We told him he could have an assistant, who turned out to
be his wife. When they got married, Carrie Carlson took us up on the
offer, so we had a married couple as personal secretaries. They
turned out to be great, and did their jobs to perfection. To this
day, they are still working for me.
We took Jim's parents out to a real nice place in Las Vegas, known
as "Top of the Mint," for dinner. It was located at the Mint Casino,
on the very top floor. We all enjoyed the food and the plane trip
out and back that same night; his parents were impressed. We had a
chartered flight. Jim paid off his parents' mortgage on their house,
and had it remodeled as well. He also got them a new car. He even
got his brother one. Dave took the car, but he never accepted me. I
guess he just never could understand how two men could love one
another, even as much as Jim and I did.
We had gone to Europe several times and each trip was fabulous. We
added holdings in London, Paris, and Munich, and the business almost
doubled in size, since Jim and I had become partners. That was the
best move I could have made, in more ways than one. Jim and I were
so much in love, that we were sure it would last forever, and it
didn't fade. It just got stronger, and stronger. Christmas came and
went, for the forth year, and our lives and love, were great. I just
wished that my parents were still around to see us. Jim and I talked
about adopting a child, but that didn't look to be an option in
1967. Life was so good to us, the computer age was upon us, and we
had plans to branch out into that field; there was money to be made,
and that's what we were into.
The passion of our love was still very strong, and we spent every
night we had together, in each other's arms. Then ... then came the
most horrible day of my life!
Yes, it was THE most horrible day. It was even worse than when my
parents were killed. It's even hard to tell the story, now, some
thirty odd years later. I am crying now, just writing about it, but
the more I talk about it the easier my life gets. God, I hope so. I
am so lonely, oh, so lonely ... without my blue-eyed lover.
Now, let me tell you about how I lost my one true love, the love of
my life. It was the 14th of June 1967, a day I'll always remember,
even until we meet again.
We were hardly ever apart, but in all business ventures, you
occasionally have to have meetings in different locations. It was at
one of those meetings that my love was taken from me. He was in San
Francisco, California. He had just arrived at the airport. He had
picked up his baggage, and was waiting for the limousine. While he
was standing in front of the terminal ... God, what an ironic name for
that building! ... a drunk driver, came barreling through at alarming
speed, and hit several people, killing one, instantly. Jim was still
alive, but he was in critical condition.
Greg called me immediately. He was with Jim at the time of the
accident, and was not hurt physically, but mentally, he was
devastated.
I called Jim's parents and his brother, and we all flew out on a
chartered flight from Casper. We arrived in San Francisco; I was
running on adrenaline and raw nerves. Greg met us at the airport; he
quickly filled us in on Jim's condition, which wasn't good.
We arrived at the hospital; Greg took us to Jim's room in Intensive
Care. At first they were not going to let me in; however, Jim's
parents explained who I was, and, along with the fact that I had the
power of attorney that I always carried with me, I was allowed in,
along with his family.
Poor Jim, he was hooked up to tubes and wires, everywhere; his head
was bandaged, he was in a cast from the waist down, and his face was
oh, so pale. I pulled up a chair, next to his bed, and took his hand
in mine, and squeezed it. I felt him squeeze back, but, his eyes
were closed; those beautiful blue eyes were closed.
I just held his hand, and began to pray silent prayers, 'Save him!
Please, God, save him for his family, and me.' I sat there leaving
his side only for the necessities of life. The doctors were not
hopeful. They were afraid of brain damage. I just sat there, talking
to him, not knowing whether he could hear me or not. But it made no
difference; I had a lot to say. I kept telling him I was there, and
I loved him. For two long hard days, I talked to him. He woke up and
looked up at me. The sparkle in those deep dark blue eyes was
fading. I could see it, oh, God, I could see it, disappearing. He
wet his lips, and I leaned down and kissed him again. He was trying
to speak, there was no sound; so I put my ear to his mouth, and he
whispered something to me. I strained to hear him. Then he said, "I
love you Charlie; I'm sorry,' ... and then he was gone. Oh, my God!
He was gone ... Thank God, his family was in the room when he died;
we all hugged each other, even Dave.
We took Jim back home, to Casper, and he was cremated. His ashes
were scattered on top of Casper Mountain. Those were his wishes, and
we honored them. To this day, every time l look up at the mountain
for strength, I still see his Deep Dark Blue Eyes, smiling at me,
telling me "Everything will be ok, love. Everything will be ok." Oh,
God, how I do miss him.
This is a song written and recorded by Rita MacNeil, a Canadian folk
singer. To me this song illustrates exactly how I feel.
Reason to Believe
I've been going over my life
And I feel you in the breeze
You're a constant reminder
Of what used to be
And I know you walk beside me
On the earth beneath my feet
And though you're only a memory
You still give to me
A reason to remember,
And a reason to believe
I've been going over your life
And I've seen you on your knees
You so wanted favors bestowed upon me
And I know that in our distance
You were never out of reach
And though you're only a memory
You still give to me
A reason to remember,
And a reason to believe.
And the love that you gave to me
Is the reason I feel
Why the heart needs affection
And the soul needs peace.
I've been going over our time
And when parting had to be.
When you live through the changes
Oh the learning cuts deep
And I know that in your silence
You found a way to speak
And though you're only a memory
You still give to me
A reason to remember
And a reason to believe.
And the love that you gave to me
Is the reason I feel
Why the heart needs affection
And the soul needs peace.
And the love that you gave to me
Is the reason I feel
Why the heart needs affection
And the soul needs peace.
I will always love you, my beloved Jim...
Life goes on ... James saw the sorrow and pain, that after thirty
odd years, his beloved, Charlie, was still suffering. Someone else
was suffering as well, for a completely different reason. Maybe
James could help them both. Somehow, the two men needed to find a
way, with James' help, to overcome their pain and suffering. At
least, James would try to help them see each other, try to plant the
seeds of love, the seeds of hope which springs eternal. He would try
to help that love to grow between them, so that Charlie could find
true love, again, and regain the happiness that he and Jim once
shared. The other man has suffered, too, maybe not as long as
Charlie had, but he had suffered long enough. Only James could see
into the future, see the possible outcome from the so-called
'accidental' meeting. So he began his plotting. Knowing what he
knew, he made sure that Charlie had to be in Paris, for a meeting,
at a certain time, on a certain day, and he made certain that
Charlie, would be on one certain, Delta flight, which would leave
from Denver, Colorado. Thus, Jim began to set his plan into motion.
Life goes on ...
To be continued...
Author's note:
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