The Angel of Pie Jesu 60

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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

By John T. S. Teller.

Part 60.

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

Gareth.

I always intended this special day would be one full of surprises so I might as well start at the beginning. In fact, when it's 7.30 am, Aleric answers his phone and then looks at me. "Hey... Gunther is on the phone. He says a limo eight-seater has arrived to take them to the airport! What's going on! They were supposed to be going in the Transporter! They've already loaded it up!"

I pretend to be unconcerned. Well, I am unconcerned. I know what the exact schedule is and he doesn't. Neither does anyone else who are travelling with us today... except Kurt. This is my day... the day everyone except Kurt will be visiting my homeland for the first time. Kurt is in on the subterfuge. I had to have one skulldugger besides myself and Helena to carry this off, so I reply, "Tell them to unload the Transporter and put the stuff in the limo then. There should be plenty of room. That's why I ordered an eight-seater. What is it with you bloody Hahns? Why do you have to question everything?"

He scowls at me. "You're crazy you are! We've spent weeks sorting this and you go and change your mind at the last minute."

I shrug my shoulders. "I didn't do it at the last minute." Then I grin at him. "Just tell your mad lot to go with the flow."

He gives me a long stare through narrowed, evil-looking eyes, and then tells Gunther to do as I've told him. I giggle at his final comment, "He's mad. We'll see you at the airport... unless he's got something else crazy to spring on us!" When he's ended the call, he looks questioningly at me. "We are going to Wales... aren't we?"

I wink at him. "We most certainly are. Now move your arse. Our limo will be here soon."

"But you said we were going in the Bentley."

"We were, but I've changed my mind. Go with the flow, Sonny Boy, and just let your Uncle Gareth look after you."

He chuckles. "Uncles don't sexually abuse their nephews."

I give him another wink. "This one does, and I know a nephew who isn't averse to abusing his uncle."

My reward for that remark is, when we're going down in the elevator, he says with a big grin on his face and holding his crutch, "I don't think I can manage until we get to Wales. Do you want to abuse me now, Uncle Gareth?"

And we're both still giggling when the limo whisks us off to the airport. Then he gets another phone call, this time from Gottwin who says they've arrived and he wants to know why they've been taken to the VIP Lounge. Apparently, nobody at the airport will tell them what's going on and that they're to wait there and have what they want until Herr Rhys-Jones arrives. Then five minutes later he gets another call from Gottwin to tell him that Kurt and Heindrich and Hans have arrived and they don't know what's going on either. Now he's getting angry, and curious. But I also sense he's becoming excited. I can tell that by the twinkle in his eyes and he's saying nothing and has a sort of a smirk on his face but pretending to be angry at the same time.

We arrive at the airport... an attendant opens the limo doors, and then, very politely asks us to follow him. We're walking with him when Aleric asks me, "What's happening to our bags?"

I grin at him. "They're magic bags like in the fairy stories Bedri was telling you about. They'll be on the plane, so don't worry. Just let your Uncle Gareth look after you."

And the subterfuge continues when we get to the VIP Lounge. Only Kurt knows what's going on, and he's doing a brilliant job of keeping a straight face. Our passports are checked and then an attendant comes to us and asks that we follow him. We walk out of the lounge to airside and three limos are parked, waiting to take us to our plane, and it's only when they park by a Dassault Falcon 7X Trijet that they begin to understand that we're travelling in a private jet. Everybody is trying to be circumspect and following orders from the aircraft staff, but Aleric, who is with Gretel, looks at me and I can see he's emotional. I wink at him and say, "Just show them how to go on. You've done this before."

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The fun I planned begins as soon as the pilot has ordered us all to fasten our seatbelts, taxied to the runway, and takes off. The boys are having a ball; Gunther can't stop grinning; Gretel is pretending (I think) to be frightened because this is the first time she's ever flown, and Aleric is reassuring her that it will be fine Mum because I've been on one of these before; Ralf is holding her hand and has a grin on his face that has moved his moustache up a couple of notches; Heindrich, who has an arm around Hansie's shoulders while he's laughing is having deep belly chuckles, and Kurt, every time he catches my eye, almost bursts out laughing.

Happy faces... happy people. That's exactly what I planned, and it's worked a treat. But I'm grinning because there are more surprises in store. We're going to my home land and I don't intend to spend half the day travelling to get there. Even Kurt doesn't know that this aircraft will be taking us directly to Cardiff Airport and not Heathrow.

Drinks all round, but Heindrich and Gunther don't have alcoholic drinks. We'll be driving in less than a couple of hours.

Once the pilot informs us that we can take off our seatbelts, I become the brunt of some sarcasm. Never trust a Welshman. That from Ralf. I'll murder you when we get off! That from Aleric. The only nice thing said to me is from little Hansie. He grins at me when he waves to me from up front and says, "Thanks Uncle Gareth. This is fantastic!" I wink at him and tell him that's I've done it especially for a fantastic little man who deserves some special things in his life. I look at Aleric when I say that. He says nothing and gives me a big grin. Hansie is their pal... one of The Three Musketeers, or depending what mood they're in and what they're up to, one of The Three Stooges. And everybody knows I'm not telling a lie when I told Hans that. I would have done it just for Hans. The little man has been through hell and back and he deserves some special treats.

But it's not just this lot that are excited. The last time I felt as I do now was when I was small and my grandparents were taking me on holiday somewhere. I'm like a child in a sweetshop, and all this is happening because I went to a theatre and watched a small boy singing and fell in love with him.

Kurt and his mob are up front with Gunther and Aleric is with Gottwin, sitting with their parents across the aisle and just forward from me at a four person table. I've taken one of the single seats behind them where I can keep an eye on them all. Aleric and I can see each other. It's what we do... always try to keep an eye on each other.

He wouldn't allow me to dress him this morning. I got told that he and Kurt had sorted everything. I'm pleased they did. He looks fantastic in maple coloured jeans, no shirt, but a light pullover in grey that has a low neck, which accentuates his slimness and also reveals his beautiful neck. His sleeves are rolled up, displaying half his boyish arms. And he's wearing no socks inside his white trainers. He doesn't look like a tough guy, but neither does he look effeminate. And he's wearing granddad's gold watch on his right wrist. He was wearing a plain grey flimsy hoodie when we left the apartment, but that was taken off not long after we got in the limo. That's because it was warm in Berlin before we left.

Last week in August and first week in September. Granddad always used to say if you're taking a holiday in the UK, then that's the best time to do it. He's certainly right this time. The high pressure area that's been building from the south is expanding and the weather forecast for the UK is for good weather at least until mid-week. Then, if the forecasters are right, a low pressure area will be coming in from the west, but it's only likely to affect the northern half of the UK for the rest of the week. I hope they're right. I want this week to be as perfect as it can be.

I look through the aircraft window. Not a cloud in sight and we're approaching the east coast of England. Because I'm looking forward, I see it before the others do, and shout to them all, "Land ahoy! England is below us."

The boys are soon searching for the strip of land far below and they're excited when they see it. Even Gretel is excited, and she asks, "Where's London?"

Time to spring the other surprise on them. "I'll tell you when we're flying over it. It's on our flight path."

Aleric stares at me. "I thought we were landing there!"

I grin at him and shake my head. "Change of plans, Boyo. First stop Cardiff, the capital city of the Land of Song. Now keep looking through your window and you'll see the big city far below you. I can ask for a parachute if you really want to go there."

He giggles, puts a middle finger up at me and get's a load of verbals from Gretel for being rude. She has her back to me, so I pull silly faces at him. He grins and goes back to looking through the aircraft window and eventually he says, "It's there! I can see the River Thames." He grins at me. "It's like that snake we bought you."

I nod at him. "It is indeed. Now imagine it's World War Two and you're one of the bomber crews who flew over here. Most of them were younger than Gunther. Some almost as young as you. Many of them didn't make it back home."

For a short while there's silence in the aircraft and I'm not sure I've said the right thing. But then I think to myself that it is. It's never wrong to point out the awful errors that history has taught us. I know what will be going through their minds... especially Ralf and Gretel's. Boys exactly like theirs would have murdered thousands and plunged to their deaths here about seventy years ago. Thank God the world has moved on and that especially applies to the people of Germany now. A new generation of German people who have nothing in common with their forebears. Well, except for a few nutcases on the fringes of their society, but we all have those... unfortunately.

Ten minutes later and the aircraft starts its descent into Cardiff Airport about a hundred miles away.

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Aleric.

I'm happy and excited, but I'm also emotional when the aircraft touches down and I take my first steps onto the land when my Special Man was born.

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When Gareth has been at work, I've spent hours looking through his old photo albums. There are photographs in there from when he was baby until he was about twenty five. Then they stopped. I know why that is. That's when his grandparents died... when he was twenty five. He seemed to lose interest in himself then. Well, he must have done. Why is that?

Kurt said he isn't too fond of his parents. I've sensed it since I've known him. He never talks about them, but he's always making some reference to his grandparents. Most of the photos in the albums are with one or both of them. There are two I really love. One was taken when he was out walking with his grandparents and he's sitting looking down from a hillside at the town where they lived. He would be about ten years old in that he told me. The other is when he was about thirteen years old. He's all dressed up and has long wavy hair and is walking immediately behind his grandfather who has a raincoat over his arm. Gareth said it was taken by the press during a memorial procession to honour those brave miners who were out on strike for a year in 1984/5. It upsets Gareth when we look at it, and he gets angry and fumes at the government of the day who destroyed the miners' lives and their wonderful communities. I've looked at it lots of times. I've even pretended we were friends at that age. I absolutely know I would have had a mad crush on him. He was a super-looking boy at that age, and if we'd been able to meet back then, then I know I would have wanted to get into his pants. LOL. He wouldn't have known what had hit him when I made him suck my pinkler. I would have wanted to fuck him, but I know he wouldn't have let me do that. Unlike me, he doesn't like anything up his bum. He prefers to give rather than take. Well, that's okay. For the first time in his life he'll be fucking a boy on home turf. His very own boy! That's why I'm excited. LOL.

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I wanted to sit by him when he was driving to the new house but he's sitting in the front passenger seat of the Honda eight-seater mini-bus, giving directions and advice to Gunther who is driving on the left hand side of the road for the first time in his life. He's doing great. Gareth told him to simply follow the traffic and to look right and not left when we get to a roundabout and to make sure Heindrich in the hire car behind doesn't lose sight of us. I thought we might be travelling for quite a while, but Gareth says we'll be at the house in fifteen minutes. Apparently, Llantwit Major is just eight kilometres from the airport. But Gareth makes Gunther drive around the town of Llantwit Major before we go to the house.

I love it! Old stone buildings and narrow streets and a castle and an ancient town hall and a lovely church. Apart from the buildings being different in construction, it's almost like being back home at Wieck. And then Gareth asks us if we want to go to the coast before we go to the house. We all yell that we do.

We've looked at pictures of the place on the internet, but when we drive down a narrow road and park on a car park by some tearooms on the beach, it's much nicer that I thought. It's rugged and beautiful. Yes, it is like Wieck, but it's surrounded by cliffs that are quite high with fantastic rock formations. We can see land miles out across the sea and dad asks Gareth what it is. "That's England, Ralf. It's the County of Somerset." Then he points out to sea. "And if you follow your nose in that direction, the next time you'll see land will be about five thousand miles away... and you'll be in America."

Dad's impressed and he smells the sea air. Then he grins and says, "I'd be happy living here."

Mum, who is linking dad's arm, says, "If you think you're uprooting me again then you can think again."

Gareth, who has his hand on my shoulder, asks, "Is anyone hungry? There should be a welcome pack at the house."

"What's a welcome pack?" Gottwin asks.

Gareth winks at him. "I asked my pal Dai to stock the fridge and freezer up for us. If I know Dai then there'll be enough food to last us a week." He chuckles. "I asked him to do a German shop. Knowing Dai, he'll have filled the fridge with sausages. He thinks that's the only thing you lot eat."

I look at him. "Do we get to meet this Dai person today?"

Gareth looks down at me with a grin on his face. "If I know Dai, you won't keep him away. He's a real nosey bugger."

I chuckle. I'm beginning to understand the English language, but nosey bugger is one of Gareth's sayings to us when we're interfering in things that are his business. It's another English saying we now all use regularly. I'm looking forward to meeting Dai. Gareth seems to think the world of him. But before I see Dai or anyone else, most of all I want to see the chapel by the house. The only photographs we've seen of it are the original ones he sent us when it was empty and derelict almost, plus a few taken from the outside while it was being renovated, and Gareth won't answer any of our questions when we've asked him about it since.

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Gareth.

Everybody loves the house. I'm pleased about that, and both Hans and Ralf are more than pleased that I've had a stair lift installed for them. It shouldn't be too long before Ralf is well enough to get up stairs, but little Hans will need a while yet. Not that he wouldn't try. He's an amazing little man when he tries to do something. I'd already asked Dai to have one installed, but Kurt did ask before we came. He gave me one of his pecks on the cheek when I simply said, "Done."

I was right. Top marks to Dai. The fridge and freezer are fully stocked, and he's filled the wine rack with wines we like plus three bottles of Dom Perignon as I specifically asked him to do. I emailed him a long list. He didn't forget my Bourbon and Glenfiddich, nor did he forget three varieties of Schnapps and a few dozen bottles of quality beer. He must have gone into Cardiff to get this lot. No way would they sell all this stuff locally, especially the three different sorts of German sausages he's bought. Probably he would have taken his wife with him. No way would Dai have done this on his own. It's a good job I've brought a lot of GB Pounds with me. I decide to phone him while the mad lot sort out which bedrooms they're going to use, but I tell them which one is mine before they make a choice. (I've chosen a bedroom at one end of the house so me and Aleric will have some privacy away from Ralf and Gretel. I also suggest that Gretel and Ralf have the master bedroom at the opposite end of the house because it has a wonderful sea view.) Then I go outside and ring Dai on my mobile. When he answers, he asks, "You arrived Boyo? Didn't `ear the `elicopter. Is everything okay? Me and the missus did a big shop for you yesterday." He laughs. "You'll find the bills under the telephone by the front door. Is it okay if I call on you? Never met a German in me life Boyo. Do they bite?"

I chuckle. "No helicopter today. We came in a private jet to Rhoose Airport and have driven here in hire cars. They're a strange lot these Germans. Bring a shotgun with you. Thanks for the snappin'. The boys are eating some sausage now. Give me a couple of hours. I don't want you around until they've seen the chapel."

"They not seen it yet Boyo? Be in for a treat they will. I did the sign for you as you asked. The missus has put some flowers in them copper jugs in there. Nice they are. They'll like them Boyo. Brightens the place up it does. I see you in coupla hours then."

"Okay Dai... and thanks for everything. You're a top man. Anything you want, just ask."

"Got most things I want Boyo. Got a fine wife and a good family and a few bob in the bank to tide me over. A pie and a pint will do me tonight when we meet you in The Old Swan Inn. Well, a bit more than a pie and pint. The missus eats like a pig. You did book the table?"

I laugh. "I did indeed. A table for twelve should be reserved for us. That will be one more than all of us, so if you want to bring somebody else along then be my guest. But I will ring them in a minute or so to confirm everything is fine and dandy. See you in a couple of hours."

"Seeya Boyo."

I break the call and sense someone behind me. It's Aleric. He grins at me. "Was that Dai?"

I smile at him and nod. "It was. You're going to like Dai. He'll be here in a couple of hours to see you all. I'll have to do some interpreting. You won't understand a word he says."

"I can speak some English!"

I laugh. "Dai doesn't speak English. He speaks a Welsh version of English and it's not the Queen's English like you've been learning. A bit like your lot speak in a northern accent. Do you want to go and see the chapel now?"

Aleric comes closer. "Yes please. Where is it?"

I point behind him. "Behind those trees and bushes over there. I'm not sure I should come with you."

He frowns. "Why not?"

I take hold of his shoulders and hug him to me and look down into his beautiful eyes. "I think just you Hahn's should go and look at it alone first. You'll understand when you get there. I'll give you the key and you lot go first."

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The entire Hahn family have gone to look at the chapel. Hans wanted to go but I asked if he minded if the Hahn's went on their own the first time. Then I winked at him and said, "It's important to me. The twins will show it to you afterwards. You can keep me company. Let's have some lemonade in the garden with your mum and dad."

And that's what we do.

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Aleric.

I can't believe the difference of the real thing from the original photographs. It's bigger than I first thought it would be, but it's still small for a chapel. All the bushes have been trimmed back and the path up to it is done in tarmac and there's even a ramp up to the porch for wheelchairs. Gareth has thought of everything. But he would. I want to go right in but Dad says we should look at the outside first. He would do. He always says that the most important part of a boat is the hull. It's lovely. It's had a new roof and all the windows have been restored. But the part I like most is the porch at the front. It's covered in ivy and it has an old oak door that looks really solid. That's been restored too; stained and polished, and there's a green sign with gold writing on one of the ivy covered posts of the porch. The sign-writing is beautiful and I love it. So does Mum. And Gareth has had it done in German –

Hahn Kappelle.

I've got the big brass polished key, but having seen the sign, I give it to Mum. Mum smiles at me and gives it to Dad. "If this is the Hahn Chapel, then it's only right that the man of the family leads us in."

I'm glad Dad is doing it. I'm so excited I'm almost peeing my pants. In fact I can't handle this alone, so I reach for Gottwin's hand. He smiles at me and takes it, and he squeezes mine really hard. Then he comes closer and holds my upper arm with his other hand and rests his head against mine. "You okay Bro?" he asks.

He knows I'm not, but having my twin brother with me right now is important to me. I'm about to enter the place where me and Gareth are going to seal our love forever.

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I wish he'd come with us. In fact I really wanted just him and me to go to see it together first, but now I've seen the sign, I know why he's done it. This place isn't just for me and him... it's for all our family! That's what it is... The Hahn Chapel. He even asked Kurt and Heindrich and Hans to stay with him while we went and looked at it. But there has to be more to it than just a simple chapel. That isn't the way Gareth works. I know him inside out. There's got to be something inside for him not to want the others to be with us... something that's personal to us Hahn's. And that's why I need my Bro, and that's why I'm almost peeing myself. My Beautiful Man will have something inside that means something to us. I know how he works.

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Dad opens the door. I expected him to have to struggle with the old lock, but the key turns smoothly and easily. He pushes the solid door and it opens quietly and slowly. Then he steps back, puts an arm around Mum's waist and gently urges her to go first. I know what he's saying without saying any words... he's giving the chapel to Mum. I like that. It's how it should be. We all belong to Mum. She's the real head of our family. Mum is the person where all the love flows from. I'll be giving myself to Gareth, but doing it in Mum's chapel will be the special bit. Gareth knows all this. That's what this is all about. When we exchange rings, it will be with Mum's blessing. That's so important to Gareth. He's in love with Mum's son, but I still belong to her. That's how he sees it. That's how I see it. We can only be happy with Mum's blessing. This chapel is the dowry he's paying... and that's why I know we will have a surprise when we get inside. The chapel is stone and mortar... and Gareth knows that stone and mortar isn't sufficient for him to show how much he loves me.

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Gretel.

The silence and the smell of fresh flowers is beautiful, but there's also another smell in this beautiful place. There's the same smell in every church. It takes me back to when I was a small child and we went to church every Sunday. Always the same smell... and I breathe in deeply to embrace it as I look around. There's a table just inside the door on the right and there are bibles and hymnbooks stacked on it, and a box of candles. Everything as it should be. On the left inside the door is an old pedal organ with a triple candelabra on the top of it with three candles in it. The sun is shining through the coloured, leaded windows, the flowers in the vases are also colourful, and the place is stunningly beautiful. But the most beautiful thing in the place is ahead of us, behind the massive stone cross, on the chancel, and I can hardly breathe as I look at it.

Ralf picks up one of the hymnbooks and opens it. He smiles at me. "They're German ones." Then he picks up a bible. "So are these." He looks around the place. "Look at the windows! They're beautiful! And smell that polish! It's everywhere."

I point at the window on the back of the church. "Look at that window."

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Gareth.

They've been gone a while now. I feel sick inside. Bringing the spiritually of everything that's happened to us since I met Aleric into the chapel window design will either make or break us. I wrestled with the thought for a long time before I made my decision, and even when I did, I made it through pure instinct rather than logic. Logic was screaming at me to make things ordinary, but something else was telling me I should do otherwise. I've considered everything, including that It might be influencing my thoughts, and because I still haven't worked out whether It is good or bad yet, that's why I feel sick inside. That's why I excuse myself from the others and make my way to the chapel. Soonest done... soonest mended. One way or the other.

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Aleric.

Mum is in tears. So am I. So is Gottwin. Mum is standing between me and Gottwin with her arms around our shoulders. Dad is behind us with his arms around us all and Gunther is by my side with his arm over my shoulder and he's kissing the top of my head and saying soothing stuff to try and pacify me. We weren't so bad until Mum asked me (because I know quite a lot of Latin from the hymns we sing) what Et Spiritis – Tres Pueri meant. I told her... One Spirit – Three Boys.

It takes quite a while before we've all collected ourselves and stopped crying, and then Mum kisses me on the head, and asks, "Well... is it alright for you? Are you a happy young man now?"

I look up into her eyes. "Do you like it?"

She smiles. "I love it!" She looks up at the window of the Raul Painting. "That man of yours is cleverer than I thought. He's covered your bits up."

I hear the others giggle, and I'm embarrassed. "Mum! Do you have to?!"

She grins. "Sometimes. Now let's have a proper look at the place. That stone cross is wonderful. How old do you think it is, Ralf?"

Dad goes to it and runs his fingers over it. "Probably five hundred years old."

And then a voice behind us says, "Probably a thousand years old. It's amazing it didn't get destroyed during The Reformation. That was one of the lucky ones."

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Gareth.

I've been listening to what's being said for a couple of minutes. They were all so taken with the window that they didn't hear me open the door and stand in the entrance. I don't think I've ever been so relieved in my life to hear the positivity of what they were saying, and I feel a huge burden lift from my shoulders. I hear Gretel ask Ralf how old he thinks the Gaelic Cross is, and his reply, which gives me the perfect opportunity to join with them all when I correct Ralf's guess. "Probably a thousand years old. It's amazing it didn't get destroyed during The Reformation. That was one of the lucky ones."

They all turn and look at me, and then Aleric walks slowly up the aisle and comes into my arms. He's crying and shuddering with emotion, but I don't break the taboo. I kiss his forehead instead of his lips and then hold him tight to me. I give him a short while and then break the hug, turn him around and walk back along the aisle with an arm around his shoulders. I grin and look at Gretel when I wave an expansive hand around the place. "So you like it then?"

She comes to me, links my arm, leans up and kisses my cheek, and says, "It's beautiful, Gareth. Thank you."

I kiss her forehead. "I'm glad you like it. Shall we invite the others to see it? Hansie is miserable that he's been left out."

"I'll go and get them!" says Gottwin, and he runs off to the house.

Fifteen minutes later and we're all laughing at Ralf's exertions as he does his best to get the pedals of the old organ working enough so he can play music on it.

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Dai Williams – Master Builder.

I'm looking forward to seeing Gareth again. What a strange young man he is! Proper Welsh he is... right to the point and grounded despite his bags of money. When he first contacted me to do the jobs for him, I didn't know him from Adam. So I asked my youngest daughter, Angharad - her being the computer bod in the family – to check up on him for me to make sure I wasn't dealing with a divi. We knew he couldn't be a proper divi if he could afford a house worth more than half a million as a second home, but she was proper excited to discover that was small change to him. She's a clever one is Angharad. Just got her degree at University of South Wales she has, and she spent hours checking up on him. Me and the missus, Rhoswen, were chuckling at one another, especially when Angharad said he'd got eyes like Paul Newman. And he isn't married, she said.

I've met a lot of so-called rich men in my life. Most of them haven't got two halfpennies to rub together when push comes to shove, and most of them are so tight that it's like getting blood out of a stone when you want them to pay you. Gareth is the complete opposite. He's as straight as a die. That's why I haven't robbed him. Those who takes ages to pay me always have a few bob added to their bill to make up for pissing me about, but I've charged Gareth exactly what the job has cost me and what the things he's asked me to get for him have cost me. I asked him if he wanted bills. He just gave me that smashing grin of his and told me he trusted me and I was to stick the bills where the monkey sticks its nuts. I asked him why he chose me to do the job for him. He said, Two things... Master Builder and your name. It makes things easy... Dai the Builder. That told me he was proper Welsh, and despite the amount of brass in his bank, he's never forgotten his roots. It's what we do down here... refer to people by joining names and trade – Jones the Milk... Evans the Bread... Owen the Smith. I'll have to tell him how we refer to him in our family now... Gareth the Brass. He'll laugh when I tell him. I'll probably do that tonight when we've downed a few pints in The Old Swan Inn. That should be fun! A load of bloody Germans in The Old Swan! Angharad will enjoy it. I've just phoned her and told her there's spare place going at the table Gareth has booked. She did German for her A-Levels and can speak the lingo. She'll get to meet her Paul Newman. Heh heh.

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As soon as I've parked, Gareth comes to me, holds out his hand and he's got a big grin on his face when he points to the Range Rover and says, "You still haven't washed that bloody thing Dai!"

I shake his hand. "Rain does that for me Boyo. Have you all settled in? Everything okay?"

"Yes. Everything fine and dandy. Thank you. I'll take you to meet my friends, but I must warn you... they're as mad as a barrow load of frogs."

I grin at him. "Like that lot in The Valleys then Boyo."

He laughs. "Worse than them. Trust me." Then he adds, "But I don't make friends lightly. They're as sound as Welsh Gold."

"Good enough for me then Boyo. Lead the way."

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Gareth is right. They're all sitting outside at the long wooden table I got from an antique fair in Cardiff. I weigh them up. Two homosexuals with an adopted son! That won't go down well in some places. If my eldest daughter Tanwin wasn't bisexual then I might have been shocked meself. But I'm getting used to this new world we're living in. It's not easy, but when you've got one of your own who's part gay, then it changes your perspective on things. So I'm okay when I shake both their hands. Mr and Mrs Hahn are nice folk. Down to earth people I can tell. Their eldest son is a nice lad. He's a good looking lad. Reminds me of the boys from The Valleys. He's a worker. His hands are working hands. But it's the boys I like most. Always wanted a boy of my own. Had three girls, and I love them all, but I always wanted a son of my own.

The little man who's had an accident is dead cute. Despite his ears that stick out, he's a lovely little fellow. He's making me broody just looking at him, and his grin is brilliant. But because it's obvious he's been seriously hurt, after I've given him a massive wink, I'm very gentle when I shake his little hand.

But the two who almost knock me off my feet are the twins who are sitting next to each other. I stare at them and then look at Gareth. I point at them. "The window!"

He chuckles. "Got it in one Boyo. That's why it's called the Hahn Chapel. It's dedicated to those two and the brother they lost when he was baby. Et Spiritus – Tres Pueri. One spirit – three boys."

I shake my head in disbelief. "That's beautiful! I'll tell you something Boyo... getting all that stuff done in the timescale you gave me was a massive task, but I feel dead proud you gave me the job now. How do you tell them apart?"

Gareth interprets what I've said. They all chuckle, and then the twin with the special eyes says to me, "I am Aleric. I am good boy." He points to his brother. "Zis von is Gottvin. He ze trouble."

Gareth laughs. "Don't believe him Dai. Gottwin is an angel compared to him. Aleric keeps me on my toes. Anyway, enough of those two daft buggers. Can I get you a beer or something?"

"I will in a moment Gareth, but let me shake their hands."

The one named Gottwin is nearest to me, so I shake his hand first. They must have been practicing their English because he says, "I pleased to meet you Dai."

Then I shake the hand of the one with the dazzling eyes. He looks right into me when he smiles and says, "I'm pleased to meet you Dai."

I grin at him. "Pleased to meet you too, Boyos."

I might be an old boy from the backwoods, but I'm not daft. This is the boy who is in the painting. I know it one hundred percent. I also know why Gareth has had the chapel done up. He's had it done for this boy. Now I'm beginning to understand. Gareth is like me.

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Never had one of my own in my life, but I always wanted one. It's my darkest secret. I've buried my love of boys. It's what people like me do down here, especially when you're from a close-knit community as I am. Then you make the best of what you can. I've been very lucky. I'm bisexual like my daughter. I found a girl I loved and we've lived happily ever after. But I've still got an eye for pretty boys, and I've just been looking into the eyes of the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. The twins are identical, but they're not. The twin Aleric is a stand-out boy that people like me find utterly attractive, and that's because of his special eyes. Yes, now I understand, and Gareth goes up a number of notches in my good books. Whether there's anything going on between them, I've got no idea, but if there is, then I envy Gareth. Not only has Aleric got beautiful eyes, he's also as sexy as they come.

Their secret is safe with me. Dai the Builder knows how to keep secrets, but I am going to have fun observing these two, and I reckon by the time they all go back to Germany, I'll know whether they're having it off or not. I've lived long enough to recognise the signs, and they won't be the first pair that has pleased my soul because they've found something I was not destined to find. Angharad will be disappointed methinks. Heh heh. But the boy Gunther is a really handsome sod. I reckon he'd be a good catch. I'll try and pair them up tonight. That should be fun. Heh heh.

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Aleric.

Everybody is getting ready to go out for a meal and it's the first chance I've had to be alone with Gareth. We're in our bedroom sorting out our clothes and stuff. He's putting some underwear in a drawer when I shout to him, "Hey!"

He turns to look at me. "What do you want?"

I crook my finger at him. "Come here."

He grins and comes to me. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck. "I love you."

He looks right into me. "Same here. Are you happy?"

"Uhuh. Never happier. Mum loves the chapel."

He nods. "Thank goodness she does. I was worried she might be thinking I was building a shrine to you."

"I knew you weren't doing that."

"How do you know?"

I grin at him. "You wouldn't have covered my bits up if was just for me and you."

Gareth chuckles. "I thought about not covering them up. It was a crime really. They're almost the best bits of you."

"Almost? Then which are the best bits?"

He grabs my bum and squeezes it. "This comes second."

"And what comes first?"

"The two things I'm looking into now. Has anyone ever told you that you've got the most beautiful eyes in the world?"

I grin at him. "Lots of people. Bedri says they're like precious jewels. That's why he loves me."

Again Gareth chuckles. "That old pervert just wants to get inside your pants. He'll say anything to do that."

"And you don't?"

Gareth shakes his head. "No. I'd rather do this." And he lowers his head and kisses me softly.

When he's about to break the kiss, I stop him and pull his head back to me, and this time I give him a proper kiss. When I break the kiss I look right into his eyes and ask, "Shall we take a shower together?"

Five minutes later the warm water is flowing over us while Gareth is holding me by my bum. I've got my arms wrapped tightly around his neck... our mouths are locked together in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, and my legs are gripping his waist like a vice while he fucks me. I love this position, and I know Gareth does. That's why it was the first thing I did when we got in the shower. I can direct things by raising and lowering myself, and Gareth does his brilliant stuff by thrusting deep into me on every downstroke I make. It will get rough towards the end. It always does. I can feel it happening. Gareth is losing it and slamming himself into me. And then it happens... those fantastic feelings that have no equal in my life when the man I love madly ejaculates his pent up man juice deep inside me and my own flow of their own free will as the feelings surge through my brain and body... the wonderful mutual climax that has taken us eight months to hone to perfection. Our first time in the Land of Song. And it's beautiful beyond words.

Another ten minutes later and Gareth is laughing at me while I'm lying on the bed with my legs dangling over the edge and I'm holding my stiff pinkler and refusing to get dressed until he sucks me off. Eventually he gives in and does as he's told. When it's over and I get up, he slaps my bum so hard that it must have been heard all over the house. I usually go mad when he does that, but this time I give him a coy smile and say, "Thank you Uncle Gareth. That was lovely."

And we're both still giggling when we're dressed and are going downstairs to the others before we go to the pub.

To be continued...

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