Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 16:39:21 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 07

THIS IS NOT my usual story venue. I don't, as most of you know, usually
trespass in the world of Corporate America. However, inspiration cannot be
denied. So here is the story of....

MY SECRETARY'S SON
By RimPig   2005

Chapter 7

A week later, I had an idea of what to do for Robby's birthday. I wanted to
get him something really special. First, I visited a friend of mine who was
a contractor - in fact, the one who had built my house and the cabin. He
agreed to complete a small project for me that would only take a couple of
days, prior to Robby's birthday.

Next, I drove over to the next town and paid a visit to the workshop of
Carl Dawson, furniture maker. Ever since Robby had mentioned him, I had
been wanting to pay him a visit. Now I had several reasons for doing so.

I told him that I was Robby's mother's boss and a friend of the family. I
also told him that Robby had confided in me his offer to let Robby
apprentice with him. I had one very important question to ask him before
anything else.

"Do you really think that Robby has talent in this area? Could he really
make a living at it?" I asked.

Rather than answering right away, Mr. Dawson - who'd asked me to call him
Carl and I asked him to call me Dan - led me to what was a showroom of
furniture pieces.

"This is what I do. I want you to look around the room and tell me which
pieces you like." he said.

I found several pieces that I particularly liked, their wood grain and
design were beautiful and I would have loved to have them in my own home
but there was one piece that stood out above all the others. It was what
was generally called a 'low boy' - a small cabinet with two draws on
gracefully curved legs.

"Frankly, while the other pieces are great and I would love to have all the
one's I liked, I do want you to give me a price on this one." I said.

"Well, as much as it hurts me to say this, I can't do that. You see, this
piece is not for sale." he said.

"Oh." I said, crestfallen.

"However, I think you should know that I didn't make this cabinet. In fact,
I didn't make half of the pieces that you picked out. Robby did. The reason
this one is not for sale is he told me it's a present - for a friend of his
named Dan" Carl said smiling.

I looked at him in total shock!

"Please don't tell him I told you. It's supposed to be a surprise." Carl
added.

"Well, I've got a surprise for him. Since it's obvious to me that Robby
does have talent, I want to help foster that talent. I want to equip the
best furniture-making workshop that money can buy and I want your
recommendations on what should be in it. I don't know the first thing about
this so I really need your help." I said.

"For Robby, I'd be more than happy to help. Let's go back into my workshop
and I'll start drawing up a list of equipment for you." he said.

It took several hours but when I left Carl's shop, I had a full list of
equipment along with the names and phone numbers of where to order
everything. I went home and started making calls.  By the end of the
afternoon, everything was ordered and would be delivered by Robby's
birthday.  It had cost me more than $80,000 but it was well worth it. The
construction would probably add another $20,000 so the entire set-up was
about $100,000.

The construction was the simplest part. My garage had four bays. I was only
using one of them for the Ferrari. I had left the other three for other
vehicles that I might purchase.  I decided that I would use the bay next to
the one I kept the Ferrari in for Robby's truck and turn two of the bays
into a workshop for Robby. The bays would have to be insulated and heated
as well as having a separate electrical system to handle all of the lathes
and saws and sanders that would be arriving.  The construction was due to
start in a week and would take about a week to complete.

It would be far too difficult to keep the construction hidden from Robby
since, now that he had his own keys, he could come and go from the house as
he pleased and he often came over right after school, waiting for me when I
got home from work. I decided that I would have to tell him about what I
had planned. The Friday before construction was to start, I got a copy of
the blue prints from the contractor and the list of equipment I had
purchased and tied them up with a blue ribbon and stuck them out of sight
in a closet in my office.

When I got home, Robby as usual was waiting for me. We were heading up to
the cabin as we'd done every weekend. It was the only time that we truly
had to ourselves. Before we left however, I took him into my office.

"I want to show you something." I said, getting the blueprints out of the
closet and spreading them out on my desk in front of him.

He looked at the blueprints but I could tell he didn't really understand
what they were.

"This is a new room I'm adding to the house." I said.

"Where?" he asked.

"Well, actually, it's going to be created from the last two bays of the
garage. I want you to start using the bay next to the Ferrari for your
truck. The other two will be the new room." I said.

"So what's it for?" Robby asked, inquisitively.

"For all this stuff I've bought. I've got to have someplace to put it." I
said, handing him the list of equipment for the furniture manufacturing
workroom.

It only took a minute or so for Robby to figure out what all the equipment
was for. He looked up at me and I could already see the tears coursing down
his cheeks. If I live to be one hundred years old, I didn't think I'd ever
get used to Robby crying when he was happy. It still freaked me out to some
degree. I just didn't let him see that.

He stood up and put his arms around me. He didn't say a word. It was rare
when Robby was speechless but this did the trick! It took a while but he
finally got his voice back.

"But...but...how did you know?! How did you know what to buy?" he asked,
wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Well...I had a little help with that. I visited your friend Carl's
workshop and he helped me draw up the list. Actually, he drew it up. I just
watched." I smiled.

Robby thought about this for a few moments. Then he looked at me.

"Did Carl show you any furniture?" he asked hesitantly.

I wanted to lie, but I knew I couldn't. Not to him.

"Yes. He did. He showed me the showroom and asked me to pick out any pieces
that I particularly liked. I found several but there was one in particular
that I fell in love with immediately. I asked him the price and he told me
it wasn't for sale. He also told me that half of the pieces I'd picked out
were ones you had made." I said.

"Which one did you ask the price on?" Robby asked.

"A beautiful low-boy." I said, smiling.

Robby's face lit up.

"I made that piece for you! I was going to give it to you for Christmas."
Robby said.

"It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." I told him
honestly. "Carl told me that you are the most potentially talented
furniture maker he's ever seen. He assured me that you have the capability
of not only making a living at furniture making but being one of the
premiere furniture makers in the country - maybe in the entire world. I'd
say that more than justifies the investment in the equipment and the
workshop. It also gives me real ammunition in dealing with your mother over
the whole issue of you going to college." I said.

"How much did this all cost you?" Robby asked.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to ask how much gifts cost?!" I
exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to do something like this." Robby
admitted.

"Well, I really wanted to buy you a Ferrari but I figured your mother would
guess that something was up between us. This way, she doesn't have to know
about it." I said.

"To be honest, this means a lot more to me than a Ferrari would." Robby
said.

"Good. I was praying you'd feel that way. Everything will be ready by your
birthday. I've made sure of that." I said.

He looked at me and I could see the tears filling his eyes again.

"I don't have any idea what I've done to deserve you." he said, quietly.

I took him in my arms again, kissing him gently.

"That's funny. I feel exactly the same way." I said.

Soon after, we left for the cabin. I already knew from a conversation at
the office that Diane and the Rev. Nicholls were already planning a very
full weekend together. I had already arranged with Diane for Robby to spend
the night Sunday night. What I didn't tell her was that I had already
talked Robby into visiting St. John's UCC on Sunday morning to hear the
Rev. Brad Nicholls preach his first sermon there.

That night we made love again in the loft of the cabin. The next morning,
we started working and finally finished the 'winterization' of the cabin by
noon. The rest of the afternoon, Robby finally got some fishing in from the
small dock that was down at the edge of the lake. Robby fished and I read a
new James Patterson novel. I dearly loved the character of Detective Alex
Cross that Patterson had invented and had read every book with him in
it. As Diane had told me, Robby was an excellent fisherman and before I
knew it, we had enough to have a fish-fry for dinner. Since I don't fish,
in fact, I never have, Robby luckily took over the job of cleaning and
fileting the fish.  However, I knew a number of ways to cook them but
figured the best would just be frying them in a frying pan after coating
the filets with a mixture of corn-meal, salt, pepper and some other
spices. I made dirty rice and corn on the cob to go along with it and baked
a frozen apple pie I'd brought with me and served it with vanilla ice
cream.

Of course, no matter how much I cooked, there was nothing left by the time
the meal was over - except for some of the pie and about half of the gallon
of ice cream I'd gotten. Robby loaded the dishwasher while I built a fire
in the fireplace. The nights were getting quite cool now. We were truly
into fall, the leaves outside having turned into a blaze of reds and
yellows.

"You want to watch a movie?" I asked him as we sat on the couch, our arms
around each other.

"No. You know what I want to do." he grinned and then blushed at his own
forwardness.

"Now let me think. Could it have something to do with the big bed up in the
loft?" I grinned back at him.

"And something to do with this!" he said, rubbing his hand against my sweat
pants where my cock was already making a tent in them.

He then grabbed my hand, pulling me off the couch. But when he tried to
pull me towards the steps up to the loft, I resisted. He looked at me
funny.

"Let's do it down here. In front of the fire." I said.

I had a large fake-fur rug in front of the fireplace (not being someone who
believes in the killing of wild animals) and I quickly stripped off my
sweat pants and shirt. I was already barefoot so when I lay down on the rug
on my back, I was naked, hard and ready for him.

He looked down at me laying there with a questioning look on his face.

"I'm feeling lazy." I said, grinning. "I want you to ride me - just like we
did the first time."

He grinned at me and quickly divested himself of his clothing. I reached
over into the coffee table and pulled out a bottle of lube, handing it to
him.

"You think of everything!" he laughed as he lubed up his ass and my cock
generously.

He squatted over my cock and brought the head of it to the opening of his
ass. He easily slid down it and then began moving up and down it like he
was on a horse with and English saddle and 'posting'. I put my hands behind
my head and just lay there watching him move up and down my cock while I
groaned at the feeling of his hot, wet insides. He was jacking his cock
while riding mine and I decided to give him some help, so I reached out
and, grabbing his nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand,
tugged on his very sensitive nips. This caused his ass-chute to clench
tighter around my cock which made me groan even louder with Robby joining
me.

He began moving faster and faster up and down my pole and I began thrusting
my hips up, driving my cock harder and further into him. In just moments,
this was enough to send us both over the edge and my face and chest were
being covered with Robby's cum while I was shooting my load up into his
butt.

Robby came to rest with his butt sitting on my groin, my cock buried inside
of him. He grinned down at me, his eyes still somewhat unfocused from the
intense orgasm he'd had.

"Pull slowly off my cock." I told him. "Then turn around and squat over my
face."

Robby did as I directed and I was soon sucking and licking my cum out of
his loose hole. Robby, for his part, was moaning at the sensation he loved
do much. God knows, I could have lain there, eating his ass, for another
two or three hours but Robby's legs were giving out on him after all of the
'exercise'. He finally stood up and then lay down on the rug next to me,
giving me a chance to hold him in my arms.

This was the time, this after-glow after sex, when the raging hormones and
horniness had been, at least temporarily, assuaged that I loved the
best. When Robby lay quietly in my arms and it seemed that there was
nothing in the universe except the two of us. It never lasted long enough.
Either the world would once again intrude or we would drift off to
sleep. But while I could hold onto it, this time with him was always the
best.

I noticed that his breathing had grown soft and steady. As usual, he was
asleep in my arms. I prided myself on the fact that having me hold him gave
him the peace to just let go and fall into slumber. It spoke of a trust
that he had in me that I would be there to keep him safe. It is said that
males 'nurture' through protection and it would seem that it is true - at
least where my relationship with Robby is concerned. Not that he wasn't
'all male' but there was a gentleness, a vulnerability to him that tugged
at every 'protective' gene in my body! Yes, I had a desire to make him mine
but I also had an even stronger desire to keep him safe from harm. Though,
if you had asked me 'What harm?', I couldn't really give you an
answer. Perhaps it was some genetic memory of Tyrannosaurus Rex or some
other prehistoric predator who had stalked our distant progenitors. I don't
know. I just knew that I never felt more like a man than when I held Robby
in my arms.

I lay there just watching him sleep in my arms for a long time. I'm not
really sure how long. Long enough that my body started to protest the hard
floor which lay under the fake fur rug. I decided that we might just as
easily - and far more comfortably - sleep in bed. Besides, we would have to
get up early for the drive back into town to attend the church service.

I shook Robby to at least a half-awakened state and led him up the stairs
to the loft. He no more got into bed and curled up with his head on my
chest and he was deeply asleep once again. I set the alarm clock by the
bed, kissed the top of his sleeping head and drifted off myself.

I didn't actually need the alarm clock. The sun rising over the lake and
the reflection of it dancing on the ceiling of the cabin usually woke
me. That morning, Robby was, as usual, turned on his side and I was spooned
to his warm body. I began gently licking at his neck and shoulders. He, as
usual, groaned and pushed his butt back into my hard cock.

"No time to play, this morning, sleepy-head. We need to get dressed and get
going." I murmured to him.

"See! I told you I hated going to church!" he grumbled.

"I understand. This is not about 'church', however. This is about your
mother and our hope that she doesn't have any objections to our being
together, remember?" I answered.

There was some more indistinct grumbling but he got out of bed.

"Come on. There's coffee downstairs and then we can take a shower. Perhaps
we can take care of that while we get cleaned up." I said, indicating his
quite 'upstanding' maleness.

He grinned at this.

"That would be very nice." he said.

We each had a quick cup of coffee and then went to the bathroom and climbed
into the shower. I figured a large shot of Robby's 'protein' would be just
the right thing for breakfast. However, I also wanted a chance to eat his
ass some more so I turned him around and pushed him up against the wall. I
got down behind him, pulled apart his ass-cheeks with my hands and shoved
my face into the warm crevice. The musky, sweaty ass-scent drove me wild! I
began sucking on his hole and shoving my tongue as far up him as I could
go. While it had been my intention to eat his butt and then suck his cock,
he soon changed THOSE plans!

"FUCK ME!!! GOD DAMN IT!!! SHOVE YOUR COCK UP MY ASS AND FUCK ME!!!"
Robby's shouts reverberated off the tile walls of the shower.

(Demanding little cuss, isn't he?! Especially in the morning!)

Who was I to argue. I stood up and lined my cock up with his hole and
shoved.

"OH FUCK YEAH!!!" he shouted. "THAT'S IT! FUCK MY ASS!"

And so I did, pounding him as hard and fast as I could. It didn't take long
and we were both shooting wads and wads of cum - him all over the wall and
me up his tight, hot ass. No allowing him any rest, however, I pulled my
cock from his hole and got down on my knees again. I pushed him over so
that he was bent double and began feasting at his just fucked hole, sucking
my load back from him and making him moan at the wonderful feelings of
being feltched - and feltched well!

We finished our shower and then I fixed us some breakfast. I knew we'd
never make it through the service without food - especially after expending
so much energy in the shower. We ate quickly and then were on the road, me
pushing the Ferrari and praying there were no cops around as we roared
towards town.

Luckily, it seemed the police - and nobody else, for that matter - were on
the roads that morning.  The first cares we saw were as we came into town
and I had already slowed down by then. The service started at 10:00
a.m. and we were going to be exactly on time - which is what I wanted.  We
parked the car to a number of stares. I was used to that. It was not a
vehicle seen often in small town America.

We walked into the church where an usher gave us a program and Robby
spotted his mother near the front. We walked up the aisle and Robby tapped
his mother on the shoulder. She looked up in shock but smiled at seeing him
and then looked over and was equally shocked to see me standing behind
him. She smiled again.

"Well, welcome - both of you! This is quite a surprise!" she said.

I nudged Robby in the back and he told his mother what we'd discussed on
the way there.

"We came to be here for Rev. Nicholls' first sermon. Kind of moral
support." he said.

"Well, I'm sure Rev. Nicholls will be most appreciative of that!" Diane
said.

When Robby looked away, she leaned back and looked over at me
questioningly. I just smiled and at that point the choir started singing
the entry hymn so there was no further chance to discuss things. Also as I
had planned. I guess Robby was right - I'm devious!

The service was actually very nice and the Rev. Nicholls' sermon was
actually quite interesting and had a few moments of real humor. He seemed
to me a very warm and caring person. I certainly hoped so. It was what
Diane needed and it couldn't hurt Robby's and my situation.

At the end of the service, we waited until all the congregation had left
through the main doors, each of them speaking to Rev. Nicholls and shaking
his hand. We walked up and, instead of a handshake, Rev. Nicholls gave
Diane a kiss on the cheek. I felt Robby stiffen beside me and I nudged him,
reminding him to be on his best behavior.

"Brad, I want you to meet my son, Robby." Diane said.

"Robby, I'm so glad to finally meet you. Your mother has told me such
wonderful things about you!" Rev. Nicholls said, holding out his hand to
Robby.

"I'm glad to meet you, too. Mom has a tendency to exaggerate when it comes
to me." he said.

"No, she doesn't. What she says about you is very accurate, including what
a great guy you are."  I said. Then, offering my hand I said, "I'm Dan
Davidson. Diane is my executive assistant."

"And a good friend to both Robby and me." Diane said.

"Well, I'm glad to meet you as well, Dan. I thought Diane had told me that
you and Robby were at a cabin you have up in the mountains?" he said.

"We decided to come and hear your initial sermon." I said.

"Well, thanks for the moral support! I hope you enjoyed it." the
Rev. Nicholls said.

"Actually, Reverend, I did." I said.

"Please, call me Brad." he said. "So, perhaps I can entice you to attend on
a regular basis?"

"Oh, I wouldn't expect that!" Diane laughed. "I'm very surprised they
showed up at all! I know that church is not Robby's thing and I don't think
it's particularly Dan's either. No, they were here, as you said, for moral
support. But for which one of us, I'm not sure."

And saying this, she slipped her arm into Brad's in a very affectionate way
that I recognized as possessive as well. It would seem that things were
progressing between them and that was a good thing, in my estimation.

Robby, on the other hand, was quite uncomfortable about all of it. I
couldn't miss it and I'm pretty sure that Diane noticed as well. I figured
that we had played our roles long enough.

"Well, we have to get back to the cabin. We still have a lot of work to do
to get it ready for winter. Brad, it was really good to meet you. Diane,
I'll see you tomorrow morning." I said.

"Yeah, Mom. See you tomorrow." Robby said, leaning over to give his mother
a kiss. "It was nice to meet you." he said to Brad and shook hands again.

I decided that Robby needed some time to digest the meeting so I drove us
to this wonderful inn that I knew of for lunch. It was a very beautiful and
romantic place and I could see that Robby was very impressed when we drove
up there.

"So, what do you think?" I asked.

"It's beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, it is. There food is also fantastic." I told him.

We had a wonderful lunch and then drove back to the cabin. We again spent a
very lazy afternoon, Robby fishing and me beside him on the dock reading. I
decided while we did this, that I would buy one more 'birthday present' for
him. I wanted to get a boat. I'd seen the kind I'd wanted in a magazine and
all it took was a few minutes on the internet to find them. They are
sometimes called 'pontoon' boats in that they are basically a flat deck
floating on pontoons.  However, the one I decided to buy, a Lowe's
Suncruiser model Jamaica 252 was WAY more than just a deck on some
pontoons! It had everything - lounges, tables, a Bimini top, special
contour fishing chairs - even a propane grill! We could spend just the
afternoon on the lake or even a whole day. Fuck! In the summer, we could
even spend the night on it, if we wanted. I decided, however, since winter
was on it's way, I would also invest in a boathouse so that we didn't have
to take it out of the water to protect it from the elements. I also needed
to lengthen the dock because the boat and motor together were twenty-seven
and a half feet long!

I again called my contractors and they would work on the boathouse and dock
as soon as the new workshop for Robby was completed. I was really racking
up the bills, but I could well afford it.  Unlike so many of my generation,
I didn't live on credit. Yes, I had the house and the cabin, the Ferrari
and the rest of the 'toys' but they were all paid for. My salary plus stock
options as well as some very successful investments I had made over the
years had allowed me deep financial security. I had never had someone to
spend money on before and I found great pleasure in spending it on
Robby. Of course, except for the boat, everything I'd bought him so far was
to help him create a career which would make him financially independent as
well - at least, that was my hope.

The contractors ended up creating the workshop for Robby in record time,
which was good because it was ready when all of the equipment and tools
started arriving. They then started on the extension of the dock and the
boathouse. I had been very lucky because when I had contacted the dealer
about the boat I wanted, it seems that the dealer had ordered the exact
same boat for someone else who, unfortunately, had severe medical problems
before the boat arrived and couldn't take delivery of it. I got a
substantial discount on the boat.

Robby's birthday was on a Tuesday and the boat was delivered on the
Thursday before. This gave me a chance to surprise him with it on the
weekend before his birthday. With a liberal offer of
'double-time-and-a-half', the contractors had the boat house and dock
finished in time for the boat's arrival. I took the day off, explaining to
Diane that I had some personal business to attend to and went to the cabin
and awaited the delivery of the boat. Robby was curious when I saw him that
evening because his mother had told him that I'd taken the day off.
However, I ducked his questions and he didn't press. I think he figured
something was up, but trusted me enough to tell him what was happening when
the time was right.

That Friday, we again went up to the cabin. I didn't say anything when we
got there, knowing that eventually, if nothing else, Robby would notice the
new boathouse and dock. He wanted to make love as soon as we got there but,
for once, I resisted, telling him that I'd like to rest for a while - maybe
down by the dock and suggested he get out his fishing gear from the car. He
looked at me really funny but complied. It was when we went out the back
French doors of the cabin and headed down to the lake that he noticed the
boathouse and the new dock for the first time.

"What the fuck is THAT?!" he exclaimed, looking at the boathouse.

"Something I had built. Like it?" I asked.

"Well..." he stammered. "It looks like a boathouse. But you don't own a
boat."

"Why don't we look inside?" I said, making for the boardwalk that lead to
where the boathouse was built over the water.

Robby had followed me and, as I opened the door and turned on the overhead
lights, I heard his gasp and then a squeal of delight.

"HOLY FUCK!!! YOU BOUGHT A BOAT!!!" he yelled and ran over to it and
climbed onboard.

"Like it?" I grinned at him.

"Fuck, yes! I love it!" he gasped in glee. "This is fucking great!"

"I figured we can now spend the day on the lake - you fishing and me
relaxing. We can even cook dinner on it - it's got a propane grill and
everything." I said as I stepped onboard myself.

Robby grabbed me and hugged me excitedly.

"I can't fuckin' believe this!" he exclaimed.

"Well, it was always so nice, sitting on the dock reading while you fished,
I just figured it would be even better out on the lake. I've never had a
boat before but I saw one like this in a magazine and thought it would be
perfect for the lake. What do you think?" I asked.

"I think you couldn't have come up with something better if you tried! I
just wish it wasn't going to be winter soon. We won't have much time to use
it." he said.

"But spring will be here before you know it. That's why I had the boathouse
built so that it will be protected in the winter. I'm just glad it got done
early so that we could at least use it this weekend. You ready to go on the
maiden voyage?" I grinned.

"Yeah!" he grinned back.

"Well, go ahead and cast off the lines while I start the engine." I said.

He hopped back onto the dock inside the boathouse and undid the lines from
the cleats.  Meanwhile, I grabbed the remote control that worked the
automatic garage doors and they slid back, opening access to the lake. I
turned the key in the boats ignition and the big Evinrude outboard roared
to life. I motored slowly out of the boat house and headed for the middle
of the lake. Robby went and sat in one of the special fishing chairs at the
bow of the boat.

Once I got to the middle of the lake, I cut the engine and just let the
boat drift. Since there was almost no wind, the boat stayed basically
stationary, gently rocking in the water. Robby got up and came back,
putting his arms around me. We quickly found out that the long bench seats
were perfect for fucking and, since the lake and all the land surrounding
it was ours, we quickly stripped out of our clothes and were naked and
making love to each other. I decided that this was a much better way to
'christen' the boat then breaking a bottle of champagne over it! Robby
later told me that he totally agreed with me! We stayed out on the water
until it was almost dark and then we motored back to the boathouse with
promises of spending the whole next day out on the water.

That weekend was one of the most relaxing that I had ever spent. As we had
planned, Robby and I spent all day Saturday and all day Sunday on the boat,
naked. Robby fished and I read or napped and we made love a number of times
on the boat. Each night, when we went to sleep, laying in our bed in the
loft, I could still feel the gentle rocking of the boat on the water.

I had talked to Diane about her plans for Robby's birthday the week
before. She had told me that she really didn't have any since Robby was not
giving her any indication of what he wanted. She did, however, drop a major
'bomb' in my lap. It seemed that her relationship with Brad had really
accelerated to the point that they were discussing getting married. Neither
of us was exactly sure how Robby was going to react to this news. He was
just getting used to the idea of her dating.  The idea of her getting
married, I didn't think, had even entered his mind at that point! I felt
that she should be proactive in discussing the possibility with Robby and
not put it off. He needed time to get used to the idea - not have it sprung
on him by her announcing her engagement.

She somewhat agreed with me but she didn't want to be the one to broach the
subject with him, fearing his reaction. She begged me to discuss it with
him and I reluctantly agreed. So, that Sunday night, after the wonderful
weekend at the lake, Robby and I drove back to the house and I fixed us
dinner. It had already been decided that he would spend Sunday night there
so I figured that was a good a time as any to bring up the very difficult
subject of his mother's possible marriage.

I thought about breaking it to him gently but couldn't find any way really
to do that. Instead, after dinner, I told him that we needed to have a very
serious talk about a number of issues (which was true). Of course, he had
no idea that this talk would include the possibility of his mother getting
re-married.

"So what is it we need to talk about?" Robby asked and I could tell he was
concerned.

"Well, among other things, we need to talk about what's going to happen
after Tuesday. You'll be eighteen and legally an adult. I know you wanted
to come out to your mother and to tell her about us. Is that still your
plan?" I asked him.

"Yes. It is. I'm not sure I want to do it the night of my birthday or
not. But I need to tell her. I know that. Besides, I want to be with you -
all the time. Not just part of the evening and weekends." he said.

"I know. I want the same thing. I asked your mom about her plans for your
birthday and she told me that she hadn't made any because you wouldn't tell
her what you want." I said.

"How can I? I don't know myself. If I'm going to have it out with her that
night about everything, then we have to be alone. Since Brad came into the
picture, that's not easy to arrange. I don't want to just say to her that I
don't want him around! She won't take that very well and, besides, it will
clue her that something's up." he said.

"There's more 'up' than you know." I said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You mother asked me to talk with you about something." I said.

"What?" he asked.

"It seems that they've been spending a lot of time together and their
relationship has progressed beyond just dating. In fact, according to your
mother, they've actually been discussing getting married." I informed him.

Robby looked at me in shock. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Before you fly off the handle, I want you to think about something. You're
mother getting married is the best thing I can think of that could happen
for us." I said.

Still unable to speak, he looked at me questioningly.

"I say that because it gives a perfect excuse for you to move out and
finally come here to live with me. After all, it's our intention to 'marry'
- at least within the context of what is possible for us.  Surely, she
couldn't deny your right to live with the person you love if that's what
she wants to do." I said.

That got him thinking. I could see the look of concentration on his
face. Finally he found his voice again.

"Perhaps I don't even have to tell her about me or about us. I could just
move out because she's getting married and I could say I don't want to be
in the way of her new relationship." he said.

Now it was my turn to be disconcerted! I couldn't believe that Robby would
be that dishonest!  Especially about our relationship! Maybe it didn't mean
as much to him as he'd led me to believe!  Maybe it's all just a game with
him? Maybe he's grown tired of me and wants to find someone else? I didn't
know what to think at that point!

"Maybe you can live with that kind of dishonesty, but I can't." I said
quietly, trying to hold onto my anger. "I never thought I would fall in
love with anybody but I never, not for a moment, envisioned that I would
love someone and keep it hidden. It's been difficult enough over the past
few weeks trying to keep from...well...just telling the whole world how I
feel! And it has been especially hard keeping it from your mother, working
as closely with her as I do. I certainly don't want to go on like this
indefinitely."

Robby got very red in the face.

"So what you're saying is that if I don't tell my mother, you will?" he
exclaimed.

"No! That's not what I'm saying! I'm saying that if you're not willing to
tell her yourself, then evidently you don't feel that our relationship is
worth very much at all!" I yelled back, feeling myself quickly losing
control.

He looked like I'd just slapped him - which, given what I'd said, was
pretty much the truth except it was verbally rather than
physically. However, at that point I didn't much care! If all he wanted was
a 'back-door' relationship, I wasn't interested in playing that game. It
took me a few moments to realize that what I was really feeling was anger
at the fact that Robby evidently was ashamed of me and of our
relationship. That hurt more than anything I'd ever experienced emotionally
in my life!

Robby got up off the couch and, grabbing his small duffle which was sitting
by the door, slammed out of the house. I thought about going after him but
I just didn't feel like it! I was hurt and I wasn't going to go running
after the guy who hurt me! I heard Robby's truck roar off down the driveway
as I sat there alone.

I don't know how long I sat there. All I know is that, in the morning, I
was still sitting on the couch having evidently fallen asleep sitting up. I
stumbled out to the kitchen to make coffee and sat at the table and drank
several cups before I felt even half-way human. One thing I knew, I
couldn't face Diane or the office today. I called and left a voice mail
message on her phone letting her know that I wouldn't be in that day. As I
hung up, I wondered if I'd ever go in again.

The End of Chapter 7 of MY SECRETARY'S SON

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