Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 11:48:00 -0700 From: Keitare Subject: Ontario-Intro Warning This story deals with love between an adult male and a underage boy. If such content is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, please leave now and read no further. Although this story contains some graphic descriptions of sexual acts between boys and men, it is primarily a story of true love between an adult man and a boy. Graphic descriptions of sexual acts are few and far between in this story. If you are looking for stories with heavy sexual content, this story is not for you. This story is completely fictional. Author's Note This is my second story I have written but my first on Nifty. If you have any questions or anything besides flames you can email me at keitare@gmail.com. I will respond to all emails expect ones that are flames. I hope you like my story... It started one cold, gloomy day in February 2003. I recently moved from Washington DC to Halifax, Virginia. DC was just too hectic. Even though I lived in Halifax, I still worked in Washington DC. I was a lawyer for one of the largest firms Washington. I worked for Knight & Holland who had 1273 attorneys in their offices spread across the United States and foreign countries. Their base office was located in the nation's capital. I worked on the 9th floor. I guess I was lucky since that was my lucky number and most of billing came from that floor. It was one of the hardest working floors in the company. It was the litigation floor. Where all the big money was made as most people would put it in gossip around the firm. I was on my way in to work on this Monday morning. It was cold outside; I would have to say around 40 degrees outside including the wind chill. I hated working this early in the morning and the 80-hour weeks. But I was so close to being a partner I could smell it, I arrived at the office at 6:30. This was a little late for me normally, but I didn't think anything of it. I practically ran from my car to the door of the building. I seemed to have forgotten my overcoat at home. But it was a little too late to run back and get it since it would take 20 minutes. I didn't want to be any later than I already was. Once I got in the door I was a little surprised to see that there were no security guards at their normal posts. I went into the middle of the three elevators. Other people were using the other two. I got up to the 9th floor where the happy secretary basically jumped out at me saying hi. I said hello back to her and started down the hallway towards my office. As I passed the big conference room, I noticed that there was a partners meeting going on. I scurried past the room not paying much attention when my paralegal stopped me and said hi. I said Hi back and went into my office. I got into my corner office with it's window over looking the busy snow packed street. On my large old oak desk were my two normal newspapers in the center of my desk in the same place they were everyday. I sat in my large leather swivel chair and opened up the Washington Post. The article on the front kind of it caught my attention you can say. It was a story about a mother and her six children who died in a car during the night from carbon monoxide poisoning. I read through the story and noticed how they had recently been living in apartment building whose owner was a client of the law firm. The story showed how they had been thrown out as squatters. But, according to her friends and what little family she had, she had paid rent for this little apartment in which she and her children slept on two mattresses. I had a friend I knew that did legal work for the homeless known to many in the legal profession as Street law. I though about paying him a visit and seeing if he had read the story and what he had to say about it. I finished reading my papers like I normally did and grabbed a cup of coffee in a to-go cup the firm buys for some weird reason. But hey, it came in handy this time so maybe it is a good idea. I grabbed the spare overcoat that I had hanging on the coat rack and `The Post'. I put the newspaper in the pocket of my overcoat, left a note on my desk saying I went to do a little research, and that they could reach me on my cell phone if it was important. I headed to the elevator and pressed the down button.