The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Thirty-Six

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Our farewell service was a lovely way to say thank you to the monks. However, I felt compelled to offer a more personal thank you before we left.

“I want to thank you for your kindness and generosity toward Dariusz.” I said at the end of the service. “He has become a part of my family so your generosity and openness means a lot to us.”

“Nobody in their right mind says no to a heavy mace wielder except another heavy mace wielder.” Maciej declared causing the others to laugh. “Yes Jozef another heavy mace wielder can say no because none of them are in their right mind. Any chance of talking you into showing Adam a few things with the light mace before breakfast?”

“Why not?” I said. Lao would catch Dariusz up on his lesson and the sparring would be good for me. “That's if Dariusz doesn't mind missing a lesson.”

“No I don't mind.” Dariusz said. “The monks here still talk of your previous visit and the sparring you did with their weapons master.”

“Oh, I'd forgotten about that little incident.” I said. “Tim he was taking liberties with some of the nuns. I explained an unwanted fondle was as intrusive as assault. Especially when he used their fear of having to train with him to get his way. I honestly don't know the details. All I remember is waking him. Cost me the price of a new door.”

“Rohan had his say while taking chunks out of the man's bed with his heavy mace.” Maciej shared with the boys. “Yes Adam while the man was still in it but after he'd helped the nun out first. The poor fool told Rohan he was lucky he was defenseless. Rohan dragged him to the weapons hall by his ankles. When the man got out of hospital he was happy to become head of the Siberian penitent chapter house.”

“You want to spar with Rohan after what he did to the other guy?” Tim asked in amazement.

“I haven't done anything to get Rohan angry.” Maciej said as we made our way to the sparring room. “The better your opponent the safer you are.”

“Three bouts with no intentional blood-letting?” I asked Maciej as I took off my shirt and accepted my mace and shield. “Good. I'm sorry we don't have time to extend this but we will when I return.”

“Looking forward to it.” Maciej said and swung a solid blow at my shield.

Angling my shield I deflected it but Maciej had expected it so he moved with the deflection and away from my mace. What he hadn't expected was the kick I used to jar the mace from his hand. While he instinctively cried out at the wrenching of his arm I brought the mace under his shield and up against his ribs.

Maciej calmly regathered himself and attacked with smaller swings. He kept a firmer grip on the mace but relaxed his arm more. This time I caught him with a strike no mace wielder would consider. A straight thrust with the top of the mace right in his solar plexus. The blow winded him long enough for me to tap the side of his neck gently with the mace.

Using the same technique I'd used with the axe I kept my mace motionless against my body throughout most of the third bout. Driving with my shield and body weight I couldn't do much damage but I could keep Maciej distracted and off-balance. Slapping my shield against his I worked it up from hip height to his face. Forced backward and with his eye level rising it was only natural he would expose his legs. A leg sweep caused him to stumble to his knees and my mace rested against the back of his head.

We hung up our weapons and hugged each other. Maciej showed me where the showers were and went off to fetch me a towel. I told the boys I'd meet them in the dining hall. When Maciej and I joined them they were watching a recording of the sparring Dylan had made with his phone. Adam told me a lot had happened so fast he'd missed it so the video would be a good training tool. Maciej agreed with him. Tim told me he'd gladly work out how to set up cameras in the sparing room and the software needed to make recordings of bouts. That would give him something to do while he waited for my return he told us.

A song of thanksgiving was my farewell gift to the monks. Dylan and Dariusz kept their goodbye short so I didn't hesitate to get the car moving when they walked over to us. Back at the house Emily was waiting with our baggage loaded. This helped us keep our goodbye with our hosts and friends short. Emily asked if I knew we'd be arriving just before the plane left. Yes I knew and it was deliberate. We still paused to kiss her and wish her well with Wincenty. I flashed my religious credentials at the first security guard I saw and he called ahead to let them know we were on our way.

“There's so much to take care of at the monastery I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you and return in ten days.” I apologized to the ladies at the boarding gate. “We're off to see about setting up a church business in England. Sorry for keeping you waiting. These are some wards of the church and my lover. No sense in taking a vow of celibacy when you have no intention of keeping it. My church is more accommodating than my Catholic friends' church.”

The poor ladies didn't know if I was joking or serious so they chose to politely usher us quickly on board. A few hours later we landed in London and were soon under the needle. Christopher flashed his medical credentials at a security guard who had come to protest the drawing of blood in the airport. I flashed my religious credentials with his medical credentials when the guards superior arrived. The boys grinned when I said swinging the mace had got my adrenaline flowing. Garth groaned and scolded me for sparring when pressed for time.

“Dylan it works up all sorts of appetites in a man.” Garth explained. “A good thing we can get him to The Queen's Lancer in a few minutes. He'll be fine once we get a keg of ale and half a cow inside him. Christopher will drop us off on his way to the medical lab. Yes Rohan we got the tickets and your new friends are happy to spend the day with you. They may change their mind by sunset but it was their choice. I tried to warm them.”

“He tried most valiantly.” Christopher agreed drawing the last sample of blood. “Hello Gregory yes it's me breaking the rules again. I know it upsets your staff and you're worried about what others will think but those are your issues. I don't do this often enough to justify you getting upset so don't even go there. Now we'll be on our way. I'm certain the law school would love to receive your letter. You have the address. Go ahead and send it.

Gregory why you think a sniveling official like you can bully me makes me think I ought to get some blood from you as well. There are some interesting tests requested on this lot. I'd love another sample. Go ahead and lay a hand on me. I'm a doctor so I can patch you up when we're done breaking your bones. My Cardinal friend here had a little warm-up sparring session before flying in from Poland. I might let him release the extra adrenaline on your security guards. Two, no three bouts with the light mace I believe it was.”

“You have your rules.” I said calmly. “We'll pay a fine if we must but lay a hand on any of us and somebody better be calling an ambulance. I'm a monk not a mouse. Now either I get to go have something to eat with lots to drink or I'll need one of you as my sparring partner. Christopher tell these folks where the car is and let them get our luggage there. I'd hate any of their colleagues to think playing hero is a good way to being promoted. Come along everybody. Gregory I've got even less patience than Christopher so find somebody to gag you with their dick in that bathroom over there. They'll save you from a lot of harm.”

The startled boys followed quickly as I grabbed Tim by the hand and started off. Garth told me were taking a taxi into town so I followed the signs to the taxi bay. Gregory followed spluttering behind us about rules prohibiting security from acting as porters. I ignored him completely. We had one of the bigger taxis and our cab driver smiled as he watched us approaching with Gregory spluttering behind us. Christopher introduced us and I recognized him as Warren the cabbie who had driven Frances to join us. He calmly thanked me for the beers. I told him there would be some waiting at The Queen's Lancer this time. I made certain everybody else got in the taxi before me so I was next to the door.

“Sorry Gregory, I thought I'd dropped my pen.” I apologized as I looked down at him sprawled on the sidewalk clutching his bruised chest and stomach. “Didn't see you there. Good job you didn't put a dent in the door. That would have been costly. Oh, here's my pen hiding in the other pocket. Well I must be off. Thanks for the entertainment.”

“Rohan you are a big bully at times.” Christopher said as we drove off. “No, I won't blame it on the adrenaline. You did that deliberately.”

“Really Dad?” Dylan asked in awe. “You did that deliberately?”

“Yes, I did and it wasn't the adrenaline.” I said calmly. “I hate sniveling and after ten minutes of it I couldn't take any more. We'll celebrate my new record of putting up with sniveling at the pub. That's a personal best for me Garth. These little faults of mine give me something to work on and keep me humble. Christopher please have one your Hospitallers draft a letter letting Gregory's superiors know of my irritation at sniveling so we don't have a repeat of this incident.”

“I'll have one of the classes work on it.” Christopher said. “Adam it is good for them to practice voicing displeasure politely in written correspondence. Yes Rohan I'll make certain it reaches him directly even if we have to hand deliver it to him at his home. That might make more of an impact. I'll also make certain your displeasure is laid on thick.”

“Thank the merciful gods we are here.” I said still irritated by Gregory. “Are you certain you won't join us for a pint Warren? Okay but do call in. I'll be here Sunday week if you insist on buying me a pint for taking care of Gregory. Christopher please remind me. Now I have some irritation to work out. The sniveling no-good ass-licking lackey has me a trifle miffed as you say here. Christopher tip Warren well for all this driving he's doing.”

“No problem.” Christopher assured me. “I'm billing your card.”

“Figures.” I said. “What are you scurvy knaves grinning at? I could take out some of this irritation on your hides.”

“You could but you won't.” Dylan said calmly taking my hand.

“Well you guys don't snivel. The next time I think I'll use my hand instead of the door. I want more personal satisfaction.” I mumbled as we entered the pub. “Extremely irritated Rohan needs a drink.”

“And half a cow” Adam added. “No need to waste time killing or cooking it. Yes Betty right now raw would serve his mood perfectly.”

“Tell that lazy chef to cook my food.” I said. “Thanks Bernard. You can go ahead and pour my second and third pints as well.”

The boys explained my run in with Gregory while I knocked back a couple of pints.

“Feeling better now?” Betty said. “Can I get a hug?”

“The beer helped and you are far too pretty and sweet for me to share any of my irritation with you.” I said opening my arms.

“Whatever you have ready will do for the first few courses.” Garth told our waitress. “We just want some food in him soon. He'll need some beef stew or steak pie as well. Thank you, I'm sorry we didn't know about the sparring earlier. We'd have forewarned you. Thank you for being so sweet. This is terribly embarrassing.”

“No trouble at all. My name is Colleen. Let me know if you need anything else.” she said giving Garth a kiss on the cheek and causing him to blush.

“We need a kiss as well.” Dylan said offering his cheek. “Tim will kiss our unruly dad.”

“When he's eaten.” Tim said. “Good ale at last. I think I'll kiss Bernard first.”

The three boys got their kisses and half-pints and sat back declaring life wasn't so bad after all. Betty laughed at them before heading off to check on the other guests. Scotch eggs for starters was perfect I told Colleen. Christopher made it back while I was just starting seconds. I admitted I was feeling better. There's nothing like a lack of sniveling to raise my spirits I declared. Between seconds and my beef pie I decided we should move to the private area so we could discuss our itinerary and catch up without keeping a table occupied.

Dylan shared the changes in our departure plans with Christopher and Garth. They listened attentively as Dylan told them all about Dariusz and Alida. Garth expressed amazement that Dariusz had escaped without a broken bone for placing his hands on Dylan. Tim told us it had taken Dariusz the best part of two weeks to trust I wouldn't hurt him for touching Dylan even when it was a welcomed touch. Garth gave me a very passionate kiss when I told him the monks were holding some of Dariusz' blood for them. I knew the two of them would want to drool over his DNA.

“Dylan if Rohan builds a house for somebody and then asks the boy to build a garden in soil where nobody else believes it will grow then that boy is special.” Christopher said. “Naturally we're interested in tracing his linage. A pity he is an orphan but we could work through his grandparents. What else has the old codger been up to?”

Adam and Morgan took over so that Dylan could eat some beef pie. Naturally I had another serving so he wouldn't have to eat alone. Colleen kissed my cheek for being such a good dad. Dylan smiled when I declined a third helping and told Colleen I was saving room for pudding. I agreed with Christopher I'd had a great time in Poland. The sparring had rounded it off quite nicely I declared. Christopher told me Terrence was not popular in northern Poland. The monks had taken their physical training a little too lightly in the last year and building roads or clearing flood debris did not sit well with them. Garth was certain Brother Michael would love a week in northern Poland with Tracy.

“When he gets there I want a war axe and a heavy mace set up in the sparring room.” I said. “We will arrive there Sunday afternoon and I want them ready for some sparring. That includes the head of the chapter house. Garth please give Stephen a call later today to make the arrangements. He'll need to speak to the head of Poland who will also appoint a monk or nun to take charge of future physical training. I will put whoever he appoints to the test before I leave Monday.

Damn this is another day lost. Dylan it looks like we'll be making frequent trips to and from Europe. Who knows how bad things are in Germany, Holland, Romania and the other countries. Christopher put out the word I'm pissed and cleaning house across Europe. I'll make Attila the Hun my role model. Make certain every armory at every chapter house has a heavy mace and war axe ready for me. Every inspection will be a surprise inspection. Get a group of physical trainers together to go in where I find things lacking or better yet before I arrive if the monks are willing to admit failing in this area. You guys stay in shape but I'm sure you'll find resistance from other areas and chapter house leaders. Tell them to research Siberia if they need some motivation to get fit.”

“Make certain they know Dad favors the heavy mace.” Adam suggested. “Maciej told us everybody knows heavy mace wielders are crazy and liable to do anything Garth. He's a sensible guy like me and is a light mace wielder.”

“What about Tracy?” Dylan asked. “She'll feel she has to train with the monks if she goes with Brother Michael.”

“She's been working out with Catherine for two months and doing some extra workouts with Lao under the cover of studying healing. Catherine tells me Tracy is fit enough to complete a triathlon at this point and getting even fitter. None of us know this so keep quiet. Tracy wants to surprise Brother Michael.” I said. “She'll survive a week without any trouble. Guys if we can get them on a plane today that would be good. Blame me for the early morning call. Now if somebody could let Colleen know it is time for dessert that would be good. Thanks Tim.”

“Rohan we are deliberately waiting until tonight to deliver your letter. Yes, I know where Gregory's supervisor lives. I've visited him before.” Christopher said. “Once they deliver it I think I could do surgery in the airport without getting into trouble. The part I liked best was “interference with a high-ranking church official while performing essential medical treatment on a Cardinal and his entourage.” The continued harassment of the Cardinal all the way to the taxi stand and threats of physically restraining a Cardinal were not something the Cardinal found endearing it continues. The letter also mentions that in all this impoliteness the fact we are a militant order got overlooked and could lead to serious injury of airport staff who disrespect our clergy. The letter mentions how lucky everybody was there were no monks or nuns traveling with you because they would have felt compelled to defend your honor.”

“The class is held a ways from here but it is a straight line Underground trip, Rohan. Why do you ask?” Garth answered. “I think they'd love that and it would place our messenger closer to the address he is delivering the letter to later.”

“We'd love to meet more of the Order.” Dylan said. “These are Hospitallers? Good it will be good to meet the Order's better half.”

Christopher and Garth supported my request to pay regular prices for all our food and drink when we visited so we didn't short the staff on their bonus. That includes the eight people about to join us I added. Then I let Betty know about Warren and told her all his drinks and food would be on me. Betty promised to make a note of my debit card for when I sent others to the pub. She promised she'd charge us before Colleen finished her shift so we could tip her.

When the others arrived Morgan wasted no time finding himself a nun and a monk for Adam. They quickly took a seat on their new friends' laps and agreed with the nun it was nice to have a boss who invited you to a pub for doing a good job. I pulled Dylan up on my lap and Tim close against my right side. We ordered some appetizers for everybody. Tim was quite happy to spend most of the day in the pub. We'd have to leave for tea he told me. I suggested we stay until tea then head out to find a nice tea house before returning to the hostel. The boys asked lots of questions about their studies. The Hospitallers were eager to share when they learned the boys were studying with the Order as well.

Soon we gathered for a competitive game or two of darts. Tim gave credit to his good dart play to good British ale. I declined a third round but told the Hospitallers they were welcome to stay if they wished. They surprised me by declining the offer saying they had studying to do. They suggested a tea house for us to visit so after thanking everybody for the food, drink and pleasant company I settled up. Colleen was still working. She had just started her shift when we arrived. We were planning on stopping in next Sunday for breakfast but wouldn't have much time for more. Christopher and Garth told us they'd love to join us for dinner at O'Mally's and theater after dinner. The boys told them I was treating everybody so to get us some really good seats. Yes I did want to make their first visit to the theater memorable. Lawrence will be the perfect person to give you lessons on etiquette I agreed. The boy said they would call while Tim drained the last of my irritation from me later.

We got a lot of joy a few minutes later merely watching Tim get so excited about being in a teahouse. I refused point-blank to eat cucumber sandwiches. The mere thought irritates me so much I get indigestion I told them. Fresh baked scones with jam was a much more fitting tea-time treat I announced. Despite this difference of opinion we had a lovely tea together. After our tea I decided a walk through London would do us all good. The others politely agreed and the boys took turns holding my hand as we meandered for the best part of an hour.

Christopher pointed out a branch of my London bank. I went inside and withdrew five hundred pounds. Thirty minutes later we came across a blind beggar. I chatted with him for a while and asked if he had anybody to care for him. He had a sister who stayed on the opposite side of the block. She thought he was hanging out with some friends. The begging was just to put some cash in his pocket.

“Why don't we go visit your sister so she can confirm how much cash I'm about to put in your pocket?” I asked. “You won't believe me if I tell you.”

“Tyrone what have you done this time?” a pretty young lady called out from the steps of a townhouse when we approached. “Nothing. Then why are there three big guys escorting you home.”

“Tyrone you were right when you said your sister was very pretty.” Dylan said quickly. “What's the best way to get a kiss from her?”

“Just ask.” the startled lady said.

“Please Miss may I beg a kiss of you?” Dylan asked.

“And me.” Adam said.

“And me.” Morgan added.

“I'm Stacey.” the young lady introduced herself between kisses. “Thank you Rohan it's good to know he isn't in trouble. I do and I don't know about the begging. Yes it depends if Tyrone is within earshot.”

“Good. That makes this easier.” I said handing over the five hundred pounds.

“Take this as well for when Tyrone decides he's ready to move on with his life.” Christopher said handing over his business card. “Our focus is healing but we have access to special colleges and work opportunities.”

“You're kidding? There's five hundred here.” Stacey said.

“I've been a grouch and a pain in the ass all day and these guys have been so good about it.” I explained. “Doing something nice will help me shift this energy so please accept it. Will it help? What I mean is if you have a project in mind and need more we can always go back to the bank. I mean if you want a new TV or plan on redecorating a room I think these scurvy knaves left a little money in the account.”

“Rohan it is plenty.” Stacey said hugging and kissing me. “Yes I do have to give you a kiss and the boys as well if they want another.”

“Unlike Rohan we'll take as many as you wish to give us.” Dylan said. “Tyrone you have a lovely sister.”

“You were right Rohan. I wouldn't have believed you if you'd told me.” Tyrone said while the boys collected their hugs and kisses. “We don't know that pub but we'll visit.”

“What pub?” Stacey asked. “The Queen's Lancer. I'm certain we can meet up with you next Sunday. We'll call Christopher if we can't make it.”

“There's always a meal and a pint for you if you need it.” I said. “Thank you for helping me. I've been out of sorts all day for some reason. No it's more than sniveling Gregory. I wish I knew what it is.”

“We'll tell you when we get to the bed and breakfast.” Garth said. “Rohan we care deeply about you so we know all the important events in your life. The best and the worst of everything you've experienced in the UK. Stephen and Belinda look after you in America. Now that you're spending more time in Europe we'll have to find somebody to keep watch over you there as well.”

“You're too important for us to just let you frolic and create all sorts of kindly mayhem Rohan.” Christopher said. “The choice is either have us watching you discretely or marrying your housekeeper and having her put a leash on you. Of course you can take care of yourself but who is going to take care of the people you help? Giving a man a house is one thing. Teaching him how to maintain it is our role. Yes you are getting better. You got Maciej to help Leszek and the other monks to help the farmers. I'm glad we are being more open and Mr. McGoo is a wonderful idea but this is a conversation we ought to have at the bed and breakfast. We shouldn't bore Stacey and Tyrone with our church chatter.”

“Please call if we can help.” Garth said again. “The monks need to learn to apply their book knowledge. We have monks from your age all the way into their fifties so I'm pretty certain you will find somebody you like. They can fix things, tutor and offer medical advice. Yes we'd be happy to help your neighbors. There's a limit to what we can do now with our staff and for other reasons but this will change soon. Your neighbor is elderly and needs a few things done around the house. I can see the front step could do with replacing. Speak to her and let me know if ten o'clock Monday morning is agreeable. I'll bring somebody with me who knows about home maintenance.”

Stacey and Tyrone hugged us all as we left. I smiled as we heard them discussing what pizza to order behind us. The boys waited until we were out of sight of the home before hugging me. Getting lost in London was impossible for Garth so he led us unerringly to the Underground and had us back at the bed and breakfast within an hour. I held the boys back so I got to hug Leanne first. She laughed as I lifted her high in the air. Then I set her down for the boys to hug and kiss.

“I think Stacey and Tyrone had the right idea.” I said as we settle down in the living room of our quarters. “Garth would you give the boys the name of a good pizza place. The last thing I want to do is cook tonight. Beer, pizza, a little sex and lots of sleep should see me right. Yes Christopher if you insist we will chat about what's bugging me. Let me grab a beer first. Oh, thanks Tim.”

“Rohan won't mind you boys listening in.” Christopher said. “You will be better off knowing this because it involves Charles and you'll be meeting him soon. Charles is a wonderful man. The family goes back many centuries and he's titled. He's a real Earl with a large family estate out in the country. Very down-to-earth like Rohan but more prim-and-proper. Tim he is the epitome of a country gentleman.

The reason Rohan is out of sorts is because this will be his first meeting with Charles since Samuel's funeral. Samuel was Charles' only son and he died of cancer. Rohan and Samuel became lovers just before Samuel got cancer. The cancer spread very quickly but if it is to prove fatal it can never spread quickly enough. Rohan nursed Samuel for three months before he died. He even stopped drinking because Samuel couldn't process alcohol and they lived off green smoothies. Yes I guess that is why he insists on getting so much of it inside you now. You can hardly blame him and it doesn't hurt you.

Dylan there are times when no medicine or herbal remedies can help. This cancer attacked several major organs within weeks which meant Samuel was physically too weak to cope. The toxins dumped into the blood when treating the kidneys would have proved too much for the body. Throw in a weakened liver and lungs that were under attack and all you would have done was hasten the end. Samuel wanted as much time as he could get with Rohan. Eventually though it became too much.”

“And I killed him.” I said quietly. “Christopher I held that drink to his lips knowing it would be his last.”

“And I stood at your shoulder and never did anything to stop you.” a voice said from behind me. “Rohan if I'd had the courage I'd have made the drink and given it to Samuel. You did it knowing you could go to prison for decades. Samuel trusted me to keep that from happening. No he didn't ask me. He didn't have to. You though had no way of knowing how I would react. Can you tell me you knew I would stop you from going to the police when you made the drink?”

“No I can't.” I said. “That didn't matter. Samuel asked me to help him cross over. We'd had as much time as we were going to have. More than I ever thought possible. Samuel was so brave to endure that much for two months.”

“Three months. A full month longer because of your care.” Charles said sitting next to me on the couch as Dylan stood and went over to sit in Garth's lap. “He wanted it and he let you know when it was becoming unbearable. Rohan the police knew everything that happened the day after we buried Samuel. I sat down and told the Chief Super everything that had happened in Samuel's bedroom.

When I finished talking he asked me about your relationship with Samuel. I told him how much you'd loved Samuel. How much joy you given him. I told him how you'd refused my offer to have nurses visit to give you a break. When I finished the Chief Super said he didn't know where you found the courage to go through with it. Rohan he told me the inquest had determined Samuel died of natural causes related to a virulent form of cancer that had spread to several major organs and asked if I'd be upset if we left it at that. I told him if he ever changed his mind to give me a call. He has made a point of calling me every year on the date of our chat to see how you are doing. We'll be having dinner with him when all of you visit the estate next week.”

“Adam I loved him as much as I love you, Dylan, Morgan and Tim.” I said. “The week it took me to decide what I was going to do was like a mantra meltdown every day. I couldn't believe how bad I felt knowing I was using what Mu taught me to take a life. When we return home from Poland I will have to go have a chat with Mu and tell him.”

“He already knows.” Christopher said. “Charles came to me to ask what sort of impact this might have on you. I knew you were getting help from Mu to treat Samuel so Stephen visited them. Genta, Daizan and Mu were all told what you were going through. I think that none of them called you to talk you out of it tells you all you need to know. Rohan as doctors and healers we have to face the fact death is a necessary part of our experience here very early on. I admit I am grateful I have never been in the position you found yourself.

Morgan I have no idea what I would do if somebody asked me for that sort of help. Try to imagine preparing a drink you know will end Adam's life knowing you will have to hold the glass to his lips because he is too weak to lift it. Your face just inches from his as you watch him smile at you and close his eyes for the last time. The feel of his lifeless body in your arms and the knowledge you poisoned him.”

“Holy fuck! Rohan please tell me you went out and got smashed.” Morgan said.

“No, he didn't.” Charles said. “The silly sod meditated in my son's room for a week with a bottle of my best scotch unopened next to him. I stayed sober until after the funeral. Then I drank enough for both of us. Rohan the greatest compliment I have ever received was you coming down to breakfast and telling me face-to-face of your plans to leave the next morning. By then I knew you didn't lack the courage but I wondered if you thought badly of me for not having the balls to do what you did.”

“The Bard wrote about how love makes children of us all.” I said taking hold of Charles' hand. “I'd come to see Samuel as a child. We both buried a son that day. Fucking awful weather but Samuel's favorite. He loved the wind, rain and cold. I knew it wasn't any easier on you. You never flinched but stood with your hand on my shoulder through it all. That last smile was for us both in equal measure. The strength you showed got me through the week that followed.

Now the question is what do we do about Christopher? The quiet, wise, compassionate man who had the insight to share this with my spiritual family. Christopher I cannot begin to express how much it helps to know my chat with Daizan and Mu will be so much easier now. Then there is the relief of knowing Genta didn't leave us before I could find the courage to approach him. I don't know how I can repay you for helping me in this way.”

“I have no clue either but you could start by buying him pizza for dinner.” Adam said. “Lots of pizza. I need pizza and beer to help clear my head. Dad always worked so hard on finding a way to heal my emotional wounds as gently as possible when he was carrying this inside of him. I cannot imagine how he did it.”

“There was no sense in both of us hurting this bad.” I said. “Garth what's the name of the best pizza place? Once the boys have placed our order we'll go find some beer. I'm not going to leave you with nothing tomorrow. We have Charles with us as well. He can tell us what he's doing here on our walk to the store. I need some fresh air to clear my head. Oh, well if he's the reason we get to watch Sunderland playing tomorrow then I'll gladly let him sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Dad he's an earl.” Dylan said with a smile.

“Thanks for the reminder, Dylan.” I said. “We'd better give him a pillow and blanket as well. Do you think it's safe to let your brother and his betrothed order our pizza on their own? Then why don't you take a seat on my lap. Tim looks a little sad for some reason. A few kisses from the two of us ought to put a smile on his face.”

“I give up.” Tim said. “There's no way I can imagine going through something like that and then coping with life. The man drinks vodka by the bottle without flinching yet he goes through that pain completely sober.”

“Well not completely sober.” Charles said with a smile. “He brought the bottle down on his last night and we had two drinks each. Yes Tim they were doubles.”

“Oh, that's so much better.” Tim said leaning across to kiss Charles on the cheek. “Now it's perfectly understandable. I think we'll all need a couple of days to absorb this and come up with our own questions. Right now I'm in need of a beer or three. One last thing, Scoundrel. Never label what you did for Samuel as murder when I'm around to hear you say it or I'll have you explaining it to your housekeeper in less time than it takes Dylan to get naked. Yes I know she'll go absolutely ballistic when she hears you've carried this sort of wound inside yourself for so long without seeking help. A gift like that doesn't need the slur of a criminal label any more than the man who found the courage to give such a gift deserves being called a criminal.”

“I don't think you'll find anybody in this room who disagrees with Tim.” Charles said. “In fact he put it so well I think I'll have to buy him a beer or six. We'd better get a move on. Adam says our pizza will be here in thirty minutes. I want to hear all about Rohan's housekeeper.”

“You can chat with her when we get back.” Morgan said. “We definitely want her to know we made it safely to London and Rohan will look better once he's eaten and had a few beers. Are you certain it's okay for us to feed an earl pizza? I keep thinking we should give you something fancier to eat.”

“There are plenty of people who feel that way.” Charles said with a smile. “I appreciate it when people don't put on airs around me.”

“Getting this lot to put on clothing is enough of a challenge without asking them to put on anything else.” I said. “Yes Adam I do enjoy seeing you guys naked.”

“I like an earl who drinks beer and eats pizza with a disreputable lot like us.” Morgan said. “All it would take is a kiss and you'd be my favorite earl ever.”

“Do you know many earls?” Charles asked before kissing Morgan.

“No but I like all the ones I've met so far.” Morgan said happily taking Charles by the hand. Adam took Charles' other hand and we were off to buy beer.

“Charmaine!” the boys shouted when they saw her at the counter.

When she managed to free herself from the hugging threesome she told us dinner and the show were magnificent. Her dad wanted me to stop in so he could buy me a drink. I told her I'd make the time but it might have to wait until next weekend. I chuckled when Dylan calmly introduced her to Charles.

“My Lord.” Charmaine stammered.

“Tonight it's just Charles.” Charles said surprising her with a hug.

“You know each other. What a pleasant surprise.” Dylan said.

“I've seen him on TV with the queen.” Charmaine said in awe. “My friends won't believe it when I tell them. Dylan we can't ask an earl to pose for a picture with me.”

“Why not?” Charles asked. “I can understand a girl as pretty and as young as you not wanting to pose with an old man like me. Well if you're certain you don't mind. Go ahead Dylan. Thank you, Charmaine.”

Dylan texted a copy of the picture to Charmaine who kissed him several times. Charles was happy to let Dylan buy him a beer or two with my money for the kisses he'd gotten from Charmaine. The boys turned down the offer of bags for the beer saying they wanted to be seen carrying beer in public. Charles took pictures of them walking back with their beer in hand. Adam and Morgan went downstairs to fetch our pizza when the doorbell rang. They had charged my card but I gave them twenty pounds cash for a tip.

“This wouldn't have happened if I'd placed the order.” Tim declared looking at our choices. “My Love it's unnatural for a teen to willingly order more vegetarian pizzas than meat pizzas. They didn't even put up a token protest. I'll set this right when we get back home. So much to do in only a week.”

Morgan told us all we'd better have a slice with meat on our plate because Tim was in enough shock.

“No Tim there's no getting away with anything so I don't even try.” I said when Tracy asked why I kept looking worse every time I called.

“Tracy you wouldn't believe it if we could tell you.” Adam said. “Tonight is be extra loving and kind to Rohan night. Heck we might need to extend it for a year or three. Leslie this is something Rohan needs to discuss with you first. Yes without us.”

“No Leslie it isn't as serious as you believe it is even more serious.” Dylan added. “I stopped thinking about it before I went crazy and fell apart. We called to let you know we made it safely and our friend wanted to meet Rohan's housekeeper. This is Charles everybody.”

“Earl of Middleton, Scotland I believe.” Leslie said. “My Lord Charles.”

“Not among friends.” Charles said. “Tonight I'm Charles spending time with my friends and going to watch some football tomorrow. Now which of you lovely ladies is Rohan's housekeeper? The one he stands in awe of and the one Tim threatens to report him to if he misbehaves. I merely wish to extend my thanks for taking care of my friend and the man who brought such joy into a very dark time of my son's life.”

I settled back to enjoy the feel of Tim pressed against me as we ate our pizza and drank our beer. Charles laughed when Tracy scolded me for sending her on a holiday to Poland with Brother Michael when she didn't have a thing to wear. Abby told me to ignore Tracy because they had two hours of shopping time before the flight left and Sister Celeste was sending some robes for her to wear. Brother Michael would bring them with him. I asked her to try not to spend all my money in those two hours. She blushed when I told her I'd be stopping at the chapter house next Sunday evening to tell everybody how proud I was of her.

“Leslie I appreciate the concern but I've lived with it for a very long time so a few weeks more won't matter.” I said. “Arrange a time to speak with Christopher about it. Then chat with Tim when he gets back. Our time at the cabin is very important to me. I'd like to spend time there when Alida works with Clifton. I trust you guys. Do what you feel is right and fill me in later. Tomorrow we are going to Sunderland to watch a football game. We'll stay the night and take a train Sunday afternoon to Charles' place.

No it's not a real castle. This is way too comfortable and modern for a castle. Charles does like to put on airs. Sometimes I believe he thinks of himself as nobility or Grand Master of some secretive religious Order. Yes Abby I guess it's the company he keeps. I warned him about the Hospitallers but he didn't take me seriously. I'll have a few days to work on him while he works on my broadsword technique if he can find it. The views are incredible. You can see all the way to the coast. Charles keeps telling me to call it home but if I did I'd never want to leave.”

The boys were happy to hear we were treating Liam and his family to a night in Sunderland with us. I promised to outfit everybody with Sunderland scarves and hats. Charles laughed and promised to get us there early enough for them to learn some of the songs. Tim groaned but brightened when I promised to make the early mornings worthwhile. The gang chuckled when I said there would be a cup of tea waiting when I prised his eyes open. The gang laughed even louder when I assured him I'd provide something to nibble on with the tea. Tim decided he needed something stronger than beer to drink.

We spent a pleasant evening chatting but turned in early. Dylan had headed off to join Morgan and Adam in their bed. I took my time making love to Tim and found the experience very healing. The three boys were still in the shower when we headed in for our shower. I dried my sons while Tim dried Morgan. We delayed our shower and tucked them in. I had Tim take a picture because they looked so cute with just their heads poking out from the covers.

“I see Dad kept his promise to give you something to nibble on.” Dylan said as he watched me fuck Tim's face the next morning.

Climbing up behind me Dylan pushed me forward and mounted me. I groaned in pleasure as my son fucked me. Whatever price I had paid and it had been a heavy price this moment made it all worthwhile. Getting blown by my life-mate and pounded by my son helped me continue the healing Charles had begun last night. Genta had known and no seen a need to mention my parting with Samuel. That alone helped me feel okay with it. Genta had understood and if he could understand and be at peace then so could I. One day.

Right now two people who knew were both pleasuring me. The feel of Tim's tongue flicking at my cock sent shivers down my legs. I clenched and unclenched on Dylan's dick. He smacked me when I said he fucked like a thirty-nine year-old. Tim nearly choked on my cock and his laughter. I thrust my hips forward lest he think to release me. The sweet boys didn't release me from my pleasuring until the wet sticky end at both ends,

“Go shower Dad.” Dylan said. “I'll take care of Tim. Go on! Our guests will be joining us soon.”

I watched Dylan fasten his mouth on Tim's cock before I headed to the shower. Adam and Morgan were waiting for me. Naked, soaped and aroused in the shower they looked delicious. This time I sucked cock while my son fucked me. This validation by the other two most important people in my life proved too much. The tears started flowing soon after our sexual play began. I was still crying when Morgan pumped cum down my throat. He sank to his knees and hugged me while Adam finished fucking me.

“He got the message.” Morgan said over my shoulder. “Dylan I think these tears means he appreciated it. All four of us might be needed to get him cleaned and back to the bedroom.”

“No you won't. We will.” Christopher said entering the bathroom with Garth. “We'll give you guys a hand first and then take care of Rohan. I'll talk while you soap up Dylan. We didn't know what shape Rohan would be in. Charles sent us in to check on Rohan. I'm glad he did. You boys did great this morning. I'll kiss you when you are all dried and dressed.”

Embarrassing as it was I was glad for the help. When all five of us had dressed Garth went over to let Charles in. When Charles offered to take us all out for breakfast I told him I'd like to have breakfast here. Liam and his family were waiting in the living room so after a quick greeting we headed to the dining hall in the main building. Michael and Stan also gave Leanne a hug and a kiss. We laughed when Frances distracted Liam with a passionate kiss. Better to play it safe I agreed with Frances. Christopher set a bottle of whiskey on the table after adding a liberal dose to my coffee. The boys teased Tim about waking before eight two mornings in a row. Morgan told him his protests were as convincing as my gruff voice. That is not at all convincing Adam translated.

“There's no sense in hanging around if we can catch an earlier train.” I agreed with Charles. “Liam you guys just have the one bag? Good. Then let's be on our way. Christopher I meant it when I said you could share anything at all with Leslie. Tim it is because of these two Hospitallers among others that I was able to keep on living.”

“Tell Leslie I'll be happy to chat with her.” Charles said. “I'm not certain what time but thanks to the time difference I can do it before bed.”

The train ride to Sunderland was amazing. I lost myself in the passing scenery. Adam startled me when he tugged on my hand and told me we'd arrived and the ride was over. We were staying at The Merry Guesthouse. Charles told me he always stayed here when he attended games which is why we were able to check in early.

“There's a good reason for attending Sunderland games but it is part of the reason I joined you and a surprise.” Charles said.

“Now we know where Dad's love of arranging surprises comes from.” Adam said. “This is a lovely city. A mix of quaint and modern. Very much like our Tim. Liam he's the tech savvy one. I'm more of an artisan. Morgan's tech savvy enough for both of us which is another part of him I find appealing. Michael one of us has to know how to operate the TV so we have something to watch between the sex. Dad is old enough where he can sleep through these interludes and he has Tim to operate the TV if he gets insomnia.”

“The next time I get insomnia I'll treat it by spanking my artisan son.” I declared giving him a hug.

“You say the sweetest things Dad.” Adam said. “Wow we're already here. Splendid. I say Tim old bean any chance of a spot wot?”

“By jove that's a spiffing marvelous idea old chum.” Tim said while the others were laughing at Adam's cute British accent. “Surely your pater will accommodate us. I mean it is hardly sporting to arrive at the game sober.”

“They're bang on the money Pater dear.” Dylan said joining in. “A little lubricant on the inside is surely a must.”

“And lubricant on the inside will most assuredly lead to lubricant on the outside later.” Morgan said which convinced me.

“Thank the merciful gods that's at an end.” I said in relief.

“For now.” Dylan threatened. “Frances thinks our accents are coming along quite nicely.”

“They are if you're doing a stand-up comedy routine.” I agreed.

“Ooo, you got us good Pater dear which means we'll make certain Pater gets a good getting if you know what's wot.” Adam declared and had three other scurvy knaves nodding in agreement or bemusement. I thought the later more likely.

I ignored them and greeted the innkeeper to sounds of high-fives behind me. The innkeeper told us Charles was treating us. Charles ended up getting the first getting and got it good. Liam reminded me that getting a sneak preview would allow me to plan my defense. I told him that much like Charles I didn't mind getting a good getting but didn't want to deprive the boys of the pleasure of working for it. Liam promised not to tell the boys of my eagerness for being got with a good getting.

“Ahem, if you're quite finished it's getting on and we ought to get going to our good rooms.” Dylan said taking my hand. “Pater when you offered to carrying my bag up the stairs I didn't realize you meant while I was still holding it. You're such a showoff. I told Charles he deserved a room to himself and I'd bunk with you and Tim. So which side do I get?”

“The middle.” Tim and I said in unison.

“Fine I'll do it but you guys better not wake me if I end up being a midnight snack.” Dylan said. “I like overnight stays. No need to unpack.”

The kind innkeeper directed us to a shop where I could outfit everybody. He also gave me directions to a good pub for lunch between the shop and the ground.

“They have the good stuff eh wot?!” Dylan asked. “Us refined gents like a good spot not the cheap rot! Thank you my good man. Well Pater let's got get some red and white clobber.”

The red and white clobber sellers happened to have a printout of some Sunderland chants. One of the chants was to the song “Horse With No Name” which the boys didn't know so my Lady helped them out by singing a snippet of the song. She told me it would make for a happier getting when I got gotted. I told her there was a reason gotted rhymed with garroted.

“Oh we all follow Sunderland wherever we play, \ We don’t care if it’s home or away, \ Coz we are Sunderland, and we’re proud of our name, \ So we’ll all bounce around and we’ll sing it again \ La la la la la la la la la la la la la Sunderland! \ La la la la la la la la la la la la la Sunderland”

“And this is before we've made it to the pub.” Frances said as she watched us bounce our way down the street. “I think I'll take lots of pictures. Rohan looks like he's having fun.”

“Yes, this is just what he needs.” Charles agreed.

When we entered the bar a sea of red and white greeted us. They quickly joined in as we sang another chant.

“We are the Sunderland boys, \ We’re the cock o’ the North, \ We hate the magpies and Boro of course, \ We only drink Vauxies, we never drink brown, \ The Sunderland boys are in town.”

Charles adroitly steered us around the bar to a table out of sight from the entrance. Liam and Frances said their boys could have one shot of whiskey with us. Adam gave Michael and Stan a quick instruction and then we knocked back the shots. I told Liam and Emily they could be proud of their sons for doing so well. A few nearby supporters agreed.

“You boys can sing for a bit but you're not getting anything to drink until you've got food inside of you.” I said. “Does anybody mind if Tim orders for all of us? Good. Another song. Okay. Okay.

You’re the one for me, Sunderland! \ You’re the one I really really love, \ And when we play, The mags on derby day, \ They run away.”

I thanked Tim for having the good sense to bring us some beer. The boys stopped singing when they heard a supporter ask Charles if he was the owner of suite 27. Charles admitted he was and told the guy I was the Rohan. When Charles told him he was surprising me the guy said they'd keep the surprise if we let them pay for our lunch and drinks. Charles told him we agreed.

“No protests, Dad?” Dylan asked in surprise.

“When it comes to anything regarding Samuel I'll follow Charles' lead without question.” I said. “This is the very least I can do.”

“Rohan if anything it is I who owe you but you don't see it that way.” Charles said. “You don't want me to see it that way any more than I want you to see it the other way. Adopting the boys was a big step in reclaiming your life. I know it's not easy but there's a ceremony we will perform in a bit that will help bring this to an end. Leslie, Daizan and Mu will help you mop up the rest.”

Everybody agreed fish and chips was a great choice. The three scurvy knaves kept filching chips off my plate. One of them would distract me with a kiss while another grabbed some chips. Frances told me it wasn't really stealing since they were paying me in kisses. Dylan told me the more they ate the sooner they'd get their beer.

“Just remember you guys asked for it.” I warned. “Yes this is a strong one but it dates back to the return of the Maxim Gun detachment from the Boer War around 1900.”

“That's almost as old as dear Pater.” Adam said. “Positively prehistoric. I wonder how they keep it fresh?”

“Are you certain you want it to be the Double Maxim?” Charles asked. “They seem in fine form without it.”

“Yes Dylan it is really strong.” I admitted. “Hopefully it will put you to sleep sooner.”

“There's little chance of that.” Tim said. “Between the adrenaline rush and the chi healing you'll insist on doing they'll be lucky to get tipsy. He won't take all the fun out of it for you guys just the hangover.”

“That's all right then. Thanks Rohan.” Morgan said. “Frances I want to have fun and make a fool of myself. Maybe go hunt down another cute Sunderland supporter with Adam and drag him into a toilet stall for a hot threesome. Sow some wild oats. Damn this beer has a kick. One more sip and we have to do that bounce song. Rohan will catch us before we hit the ground.”

“Adam how could I forget when my Lady insisted on helping you scallywags learn the song?” I asked. “Who's joining in a couple of turns of the bouncing chant?”

Turns out most of the people in the bar wanted to join in so we draped arms across shoulders through the pub and sang the song three times. Morgan was spinning and collapsed back into his seat with a huge grin. Adam agreed they had to spend some of their money on a return trip soon. I suggested they return for the derby day game but Charles told me today was derby day. Morgan said it didn't matter who Sunderland was playing he wanted to come back for the food and fans and beer in this bar. The kind Sunderland fan paying for our lunch allowed me to buy him and his friends a round. Charles told them they were welcome to come with us but we'd be leaving after this round.

“A good thing the boys are having too much fun to notice it seems a procession is forming.” I said softly to Tim.

“Yes and it seems you are the focus of attention.” Tim said. “Now I'm really curious to see what Charles has set up at the stadium in suite 27.”

“Whatever it is there's nothing I can do about it now so we might as well join in the singing.” I said dragging Tim into the crowd around the boys.

The fans calmly waited just inside the gates as the staff struggled to collect tickets from the crowd which had accompanied us. Frances was taking a lot of pictures. She'd relented and allowed the boys a half-pint of Maxim when I told her I'd make certain they didn't feel bad in the morning. Dylan told her I did it for them all the time but we all pretended I didn't. Stan and Michael were enjoying the kisses the female supporters were dishing out to everybody. Liam told me Charles looked like he was having fun with this impromptu parade. He does like to play soldier now and then I told Liam. Charles had been a captain in an artillery regiment so it wasn't surprising he was comfortable around a group of half-inebriated males. Half-inebriated they might have been but they stopped with military precision when we got to the door of suite 27.

“Yes boys that's Samuel.” I said looking up at the figure in his Sunderland jersey. Above the door was a brass plague with a sculpture of a smiling Samuel above the words “Always remembered. Always loved.”

“Dad is that you?” Adam asked pointing at some photographs on the wall when we stepped into the suite.

“How did you get these pictures?” I asked Charles.

“I asked and offered to buy them.” Charles said. “The most anybody accepted was a pint of Maxim Double. The whole town got caught up in the mystery of where Rohan had disappeared to when he stopped drinking to care for Samuel full-time boys. I let the mystery continue until I was ready to set up this suite. Rohan it is a place where caregivers can come to get a break. I saw what it did to you to go through all of that without support or respite. The Charles, Rohan and Samuel Foundation provides getaways, medical aid, counseling and anything else a caregiver of a very sick person needs.”

“Dad there's even testimonials from people and the owner of the bar saying how you would drink people under the table even if they started fresh and you'd already had a few challengers.” Dylan said. “You weren't joking when you said you had lots of practice. How old were you then? Sixteen years ago would make you around twenty-three. That's before us boys were born. Wow! My dad's been drinking all my life and then some.”

“You went from drinking twenty pints in a session to nothing overnight.” Tim said in awe. “You weren't tempted? No withdrawals?”

“Tim it wasn't difficult.” I said. “Samuel couldn't drink so neither could I. This was my new reality. I wasn't quitting drinking. I simply became a non-drinker to look after Samuel. People are impressed by something that was surprisingly easy. I loved Samuel more than life itself so I did it. The pictures do bring back fond memories. Yes that's Samuel in some of those pictures. He was my cheers leader squad as he called it.”

We had worked our way down the wall to where it switched to the work of the foundation. There were pictures of me sitting with Samuel in our bachelor apartment. I nursed him there for a month before he asked me to take him back to his home. He wanted to enjoy the view to the coast one last time. So we packed the back seat with pillows and comforters from charity stores and I'd driven very slowly and carefully to get him home. A three-hour drive had taken us seven hours but seeing the smile on Charles' face when we arrived had made it all worthwhile. There was even a tasteful picture of me washing Samuel's hair in the en-suite bath. I started crying again because that had been the last time I'd washed his hair. He'd asked me to wash his hair after I told him I'd mix up the potion to end his suffering. Charles took me in his arms and held me until I regained control.

“When you are ready I would like you to finish this memorial.” Charles said leading me to where a shield hung on the wall. “Sometimes we give so much of ourselves in caring for others we put our own life on hold for …. years afterward.”

“Sixteen years afterward.” I said softly.

“Only if you choose to write that in now.” Charles said handing me a piece of chalk. “You don't have to do it today or even this year. I just want you to know I look forward to the day you can fill in the number of years.”

“Charles you were right when you said I started living again when I adopted my sons, let Morgan into my life and married Tim.” I said taking the chalk and writing 16 on it. Charles pulled out a can of spray-on sealer and completed the memorial with a swift spray. “This is amazing. Thank you.”

“There's one more thing.” Charles said leading me to the front of the suite and pointing up to the retired jerseys. There was one without a number but it had the name Samuel on it. “Sunderland FC has given me a very generous discount on this suite. I have made provision in my will for money to cover it after I am gone. Yes you can have the details of the account when it gets established so you can help pay for it as well. There are no caregivers visiting for this game. I like to come here to remember Samuel and his life. Care to join me in raising a glass to him?”

“In a moment we have a crowd to take care of first.” I said stepping out in front of our procession. “What a sorry bunch you are. I'm so gay I make a rainbow look anemic and I can drink the entire lot of you under the table. You've stood there gawking for thirty minutes without a beer in your hands. I can't allow this to continue and feel proud that I'm a Sunderland supporter. This round's on me if one of you useless louts can direct me to a decent refreshment stand.”

I grabbed beers at regular intervals while they poured for the entire group. Some of the others needed refills before the entire group had a beer in hand. Charles and the boys had come to stand next to me. I handed the boys each a half-pint and Charles a pint.

“Always remembered. Always loved. Cheers Samuel!” I said loudly.

“Cheers Samuel!” the crowd shouted.

“What do you mean we have to do a second toast?” I asked when one of the fans took hold of my arm. “Cheap blighters just want me to buy another round. Go ahead and start getting your refills. I have a feeling I'm going to regret this Tim. Mark my words this smacks of a conspiracy. Actually Morgan I do believe you when you say the fucketeers aren't involved. This smacks of Charles' friend from the pub.

Well go on. Get on with it. We'll miss the game if you dawdle. You know I'll drink to any toast just for the excuse to pour ale down my throat.”

“Cheers Rohan!” the fan from the pub called out raising his glass. I hid my tears behind my glass when the others joined in the toast.

Thankfully Charles had grabbed me another pint before I finished draining my glass. He led me to the safety of the suite as the crowd headed off to find their seats. Ten minutes later I was leading the fucketeers, Sam and Michael in their Sunderland songs. The suite had windows in front that opened so we could harass the Sunderland fans in front of us for their lack of voice. This is what happens when fans arrive sober to a game I explained to the boys. We made it our personal challenge to get them to sing in full voice before the end of the game.

“Morgan it wouldn't be right to channel an entire choir to help even though my Lady would love to join in.” I said. “Besides they'll get a few pints in them at half-time and be ready to go when the second-half kicks off. Sunderland plays so badly nobody can endure an entire game sober. We celebrate a draw like most clubs celebrate winning the cup. Yes Frances, we are a sad and sorry lot but we're a drunk, happy, sad and sorry lot.

Right it's the second half so I want you wankers to let go of your dicks and raise your voices for a change. That's better. Twice as loud as that and the official on the near sideline might even be able to hear you. You sing like a set of bagpipes with laryngitis only not as melodious. A lot more like malodorous. That's right your squawking stinks. Finally we've got them to the level of half-bad. You boys deserve a medal for getting them there. I deserve another pint. Blame Charles for putting up those pictures. Now I'm trying to drink me under the table. Don't worry lads no twenty-three year-old will outlast me.”

“Liam to get alcohol poisoning there has to be some blood mixed in with the alcohol.” Tim said.

“Good point. I think Rohan is quite safe then.” Liam said. “The boys are holding up well. Is he?”

“Yes he is.” Tim said. “I guess exhorting the fans, singing with the boys and keeping everybody just tipsy at the same time is a challenge Rohan couldn't refuse.”

“Then I will reward my sons with another half-pint.” Liam said. “They've been very well-behaved and it will add to the challenge for Rohan.”

“You're a good friend Liam. Let me buy you another.” Tim said. “I'll buy it. Rohan will pay for it. We are a married couple after all.”

Frances saw exactly what I meant when Sunderland scored an equalizer with ten minutes to go and held on for a draw. The fans below our window turned around to shout thanks at us before they left. I told them if they wanted they could stop at the refreshment stand and get a beer on me. The boys quickly scurried over to hand the guy behind the counter a debit card. He told them he'd find us when everybody had left.

Eventually we carried some chairs out of the suite because so many fans wanted to stop and thank me for their beer. I stood in the walkway chatting with people. A lot of the fans promised Charles they'd give to the fund. Charles reminded them cash wasn't the only way to give. Taking a caregiver out for a drive helped. Cleaning for a caregiver or providing them with a cooked meal was equally important. One guy who had his own website design company offered some of his staff's time to work on the website and promote it.

I was so caught up in the singing and greeting people it took a while for me to notice the silence. Most of the fans had already left but those that remained were in for a special treat because the football players had come to meet us. This was the first time Rohan and Charles were together in the stadium the coach said. One of the players told me he'd grown up with the Rohan legend. I laughed when another said I was the only gay in England football hooligans would defend. The boys got their jerseys signed by all the squad, coaches and the club president. They bought the team beers.

The other team saw the gathering as their bus was leaving and sent a coach over to ask if they could join us. I promised their safety loud enough for everybody to hear. Their president got permission from Charles to include a little about his foundation in their newsletter. Charles didn't have a poster for them to put up but he'd get one designed. A cute young lady told Charles her graphic design class would love to come up with something for him. They all exchanged numbers. I bought more beers for the other team.

“Sir er Rohan it's no trouble working late.” the bartender assured me. “I've sent for another cask.”

“I know you don't get overtime so let me know how much your wages for this time would have been and I'll make it up to you.” I said. “Dylan this man is as bad as the rest of them. He's donating this time to the foundation. I suppose I'll have to let you tip him or he'll think I'm trying to work in his salary when I tip him.”

“That's another cask they've emptied.” Liam said in awe. “This is costing Rohan a small fortune.”

“Trust me when I say if he spent ten times as much it would be worth it.” Tim said. “I'd gladly pay that bill after what I heard last night.”

“We'd help.” Morgan said. “Frances it's personal but how do you feel about a doctor who accidentally on purpose gives a terminal patient a little too much painkiller? I haven't had to consider it before last night.”

“When you've considered that ask the same question but this time imagine the patient the doctor treated for months is family.” Adam added. “Now think on today as a celebration for the doctor coming to peace with it.”

I promised the last remaining lot of supporters we'd join them in a few minutes. Charles told me he knew of the pub and could lead us to it. What I needed was a little time to regather myself. The club president told me he'd let the security staff know to let our party out when we were ready. Dylan went off to settle the bill for the beers. I correctly guessed he had left a generous tip by the fact he got a kiss from the bartender. The cleaning staff were ready to tidy up the suite which suited me perfectly. I led our group out into the stands opposite Samuel's retired jersey. Then I let the bell mantra ring inside me as I imagined the entire stadium filling with its vibration. The meditation took a little more than an hour.

“Why the sigh, Rohan?” Frances asked just before we entered the pub.

“I'll be lucky if I get to pay for a single pint or dinner while we are here.” I said. “There's no avoiding it.”

“Dad if it makes you feel better I brought our tab at the football game to an even two thousand with the tip.” Dylan told me.

“Try to leave his clothes on until we get back to our rooms, my Love.” Tim said as I demonstrated how much better that made me feel.

“I have to know how much it cost Rohan for the beer.” Liam said. “I'd guess with the beer for the two teams he bought about two hundred and fifty pints.”

“Somewhere in that region. The beer was about fifteen hundred and I tacked on twenty-five percent for the tip. Rounded it up and we were at two thousand.” Dylan said.

“That makes sense when you consider it's five or six quid per pint.” Liam said. “Rohan spends two thousand on a beer tab and he's disappointed at the thought of not paying for dinner and drinks. I need a drink. Tim I'm three times Dylan's age and I've never tipped a hundred pounds never mind five hundred. I don't think I've ever spent five hundred on food and drinks in a month. A pint of what the others are having will be fine. I'm not up on Sunderland fans' choice of poison so surprise me.”

“Did somebody say they were in need of a drink?” I said holding out a pint. “Charles has some more. There's a pretty lass following with a tray of half-pints for the half-pints. Here she is. Thanks Melinda.”

“Thank you Melinda.” the boys said politely as she set a beer in front of them.

“Did you get to watch the game on the telly?” Dylan asked. “Smashing game. Especially the result.”

“Yes we got the backs of our jerseys signed by the team.” Adam said. “I'll have to go buy another tomorrow before we hop on the train. I want to frame with the signatures showing but I also want to see the front. So I was thinking of putting the two side-by-side.”

“Maybe we can mail them back to the bed and breakfast and have Charmaine frame them for us.” Morgan said. “I wonder if she could pack them and ship them back home for us. Adam remind me to call the store tomorrow morning and find out. Rohan with all this money you are making us soon I'll need a secretary to keep track of my proposed spending.”

“That's a problem for tomorrow.” Tim said raising his glass. “To Sunderland FC!”

“Sunderland!” we shouted along with some nearby supporters who raised their glasses with us.

The boys were becoming addicted to British savory meat pies. They almost swooned when they saw the large slices on their plates. None of them refused a refill on their half-pints. Shortly before ten the boys agreed it was time to call it a night. They hurried off to see how many kisses they could get from the remaining supporters in the bar. Frances made me blush when she told me I'd done a really good job with the boys. Liam told me he'd never have believe his shy sons would go searching for girls to kiss.

“You guys can go back to the guesthouse if you want but I fancy a stroll on the beach.” I said when we left. “Everybody's welcome to join me but I'm happy to go alone.”

They all decided to come along for the walk. I slowed our pace and the boys played with Stan and Michael so Liam had some time alone with Frances ahead of us. Tim pressed himself close to me as we walked on the sand. Charles played catch with the boys and tickled the boys he caught. Sometimes I find it difficult to believe he is an earl I told Tim as we watched him laughing and playing like a kindly grandfather. Tim told me Charles really was on TV a few times in the company of the queen. I smiled when Tim told me Charles made headlines a lot of the time for turning down attempts to give him some government post.

Later when I asked Charles how one said no to the queen he told me you made certain you had a compromise to offer. Charles told us he'd agreed to act as an adviser if the queen appointed somebody younger to the post. He'd cleverly pointed out that he'd be retiring in less than twenty years but somebody around thirty would be able to hold the job for almost twice as long. The clincher had been his refusal of a salary so the government got two for the price of one.

“Charles won't bow to political pressure when it comes to environmental issues.” I said when Tim asked why I was smiling. “This means the man he is tutoring will wreak mayhem. Nobody will believe the guy when he says he has no political agenda but he won't. That will make all the others uncomfortable. I'm certain Charles suggested a few people for the job and the queen would trust his judgment.”

“How does he get elected if he's not a member of a political party?” Dylan asked.

“He will run as an independent if he chooses but he can also be appointed by the prime minister.” Tim said. “I'm certain if the queen keeps letting the current prime minister know of her support for him the guy will always have the job.”

“Her majesty is taking steps to make sure he keeps the post long enough to make significant progress towards protecting the environment.” Charles said. “This is a matter that is very close to her heart. The only drawback is I have to attend these public affairs so I can report back to her.”

“We must all make sacrifices in service to our country.” Frances said. “Thank you Charles, for all your suffering on our behalf.”

“Frances it is your support and thanks that help see me through.” Charles said. “Now I know a place that is open late where we can get some ice-cream if we hurry along. Does anybody want an ice-cream cone?”

We hurried along and made it in time to get our treat. Charles told the lady serving us to double my order. Tim commented that on the beach Charles looked just as big a child as he was accusing me of being. I kissed Tim quickly as I stood with a cone in each hand. Dylan told Stan I was so good at keeping them both from melting because I had lots of practice. Morgan told Stan that was the polite way of saying I was naughty and ate too many ice-cream cones. Michael agreed with me there was no such thing as too many ice-cream cones.

“Frances if you don't mind I'll do some chi healing on your sons first.” I said when we returned to the guest house. “Yes you're welcome to some as well. I'll sit here on the couch with the boys and you can snuggle with Liam on that chair. Good. All you have to do is relax.”

Liam and Frances smiled but remained silent when their sons nodded off within five minutes of me starting the healing. I kept it up for twenty minutes and helped Liam get them in bed. Frances tucked them in and thanked me. Then I returned to our room to see what the boys were up to. Tim told me Charles had retired to his room to chat with Leslie. Morgan and Adam were in their bed and would appreciate some healing.

“You boys were wonderful today.” I said kissing their sleepy heads. “I had a great time and you held your beer magnificently. Tracy will be very proud.”

I settled next to them on top of the covers and draped an arm around them. Like the other boys they fell asleep quickly. I kissed them again when I left them.

“Pater you are positively glowing.” Dylan said. “I think this has been a good day for you.”

“A bargain at a mere two thousand pounds.” Tim decided. “Oh, gods I can't believe I just said that and meant it. G&T anybody?”

“We'll both join you.” I said sitting next to Dylan on the couch. “This has been a great day for me. I may need a penance for sleeping in past sunrise tomorrow.”

“Happy to help out my dear pater.” Dylan said. “I'll think of a penance or two. After this G&T even with the chi healing I think I'll sleep through the fucking you plan on giving me.”

That's exactly what Dylan did a few minutes later. Tim blew a sleeping Dylan while I buggered Dylan. Tim ran around the bed to my side and promptly set about giving me a very vigorous fucking. We agreed he reacted very nicely to chi healing. I slept soundly but managed to wake just minutes after sunrise. Pausing only to write a quick note to let the boys know I'd gone for a walk I hurried from the room. The guesthouse owner reminded me breakfast would be served at nine. I promised to return but wanted to watch the sunrise on the beach. He gave me a mug of coffee to take with me on my walk.

The four boys were waiting for me in my room. They led me to the shower where Adam and Morgan double-fucked me while I sucked the other two. Thanks to their efficiency we were waiting for the others at the table. Liam blamed my healing work for them oversleeping. Charles had woken them when he knocked on their door. We all enjoyed our breakfast. Liam told the boys he would be happy to deliver their jerseys to Charmaine in person. They joined us on our return visit to the clobber store as the boys called it. Charles told the sales lady we'd all had an incredible time at the game and after the game. The boys showed her their signed jerseys and explained their plan. Dylan paid for the jerseys. Morgan and Adam were paying for the framing. Stan and Michael kissed them when they learned their jersey framing was also included.

When we left the store Stan rode on my shoulders and Michael on Charles' shoulders. Frances reminded us we'd need to set them down so they could board the train. Naturally we found a pub to pass the time at until our train left at two-thirty. I did insist on a walk by the beach before lunch. Charles told the boys his groundskeeper, Columba, doubled as a chauffeur and would fetch us from the station. Charles glanced at me when I said nothing but I raised my glass in Charles' direction and smiled so he settled down without commenting.

“How long is our train ride Dad?” Adam asked.

“Too short.” I replied.

“A little under three hours or so.” Charles elaborated as the train pulled out of the station.

Dylan slipped over Tim to sit in my lap. Morgan settled in Tim's lap and Adam found his way on Charles' lap. I occasionally kissed the top of Dylan's head as we headed north. We all had a round of beer. I missed the banter about me only having one pint in three hours. When I saw Columba I broke out in a huge grin and made certain there was nobody between us. Columba had a massive red beard and made Maciej look anemic.

“By all that's holy it cannae be Rohan.” Columba said taking off his glasses and rubbing them on his waistcoat. He put them back on and took another look. “Darn spectacles must be broken or my mind's gone t' porridge.”

“Columba it is Rohan.” Dylan said walking across to lead the giant to me.

“You scoundrel!” Columba said lifting me off the ground in a huge bear hug. “Charles dinnae say a word. Nary a one. I'll have words with him when these bonnie lads cannae hear m' language.”

“This is Tim, my life-partner, Dylan and Adam, my sons, and Morgan who is Adam's betrothed.” I said introducing the guys when I was back on my feet.

“Let's get the bags in the car and get something to drink.” Columba said grabbing hold of three bags. “Dinner can wait a wee bit Charles. I've got to meet these lads who've brought Rohan back to us.”

“Charles brought him back from London.” Dylan said as we walked to the local pub.

“Lad that was easy. You brought him back to life.” Columba said. “Anybody give you the slightest bit of trouble you let me know. Barkeep seven glasses and a good bottle. This is going on my tab so don't let Charles sneak back in an' pay for this one. Yes it's Rohan and these lads have brought him back from the dead. Good to see Rohan hasn't let your education slip and yer drink like real men. Have another.”

The boys didn't hesitate to knock back another round. They slowly sipped their third and smiled gratefully at Charles when he added soda to their drinks. I was left to trade shots neat with Columba while the boys updated him on what we'd been up to. Columba told the boys they would be fine in the Order if they stayed away from the religious claptrap.

“Rohan I only go to church on Sunday so my dear ma will rest in peace.” Columba said.

“There's also a bonnie lass in the choir who he is quite smitten over.” Charles added. “I'm waiting for the day her patience runs out and she has her way with him.”

“She's way too pretty for the likes of me.” Columba said blushing. “I'm a crusty old groundskeeper with dirty hands. Dylan it would take me a month to get cleaned up enough to go for dinner with her. Charles is right. I'm way too shy to ask her out. I suppose we ought to get back and feed Rohan. Let's just finish this wee bit in the bottle.”

“Columba drives just as badly sober as he does drunk but drunk he's more entertaining.” I said to the boys.

Despite his earlier promise to spare the boys from hearing such language Columba scolded Charles all the way home. Having the housekeeper prepare rooms for us without telling Columba added fuel to an already blazing fire. Charles listened to his scolding with a smile on his face and told the boys it was good being home.

“Didn't we enter some gates with a coat of arms on them back a ways?” Tim asked. “I've watched the lights up ahead but they don't seem to get any closer and I swear we've been driving for ten minutes since the gates.”

“Now you understand why I cannae allow the lass to fall for me.” Columba said. “I've got a fair bit of ground in m' keep. Charles wouldn't ken a weed from a watermelon. Safer to let him play with his swords. We're almost there Tim just another ten minutes or so.”

“Dad it is a castle.” Adam said in awe when we came into sight of the manor. “There are towers at the corners.”

“They're all that's left of the original castle apart from the walls connecting them and the foundations.” Charles said. “I'll show you around tomorrow but tonight we'll dine and then they'll haul me away to catch up on stuff. They being my staff Adam.”

Between the towers were thick blocks of stone with huge triple-pane windows from which light spilled in abundance. A set of wide stone steps led up to heavy, dark wood doors with iron door handles painted black. Adam was drooling at the sight of the ironwork. Charles earned three kisses when he promised to introduce Adam to the resident blacksmith who was the handyman and assistant to Columba.

“Good evening Sir.” Griogair said. “Master Rohan and young sirs.”

“Quit the claptrap and give me a kiss Griogair.” I said lifting him into a hug and kissing him soundly. The boys gasped when Griogair placed his hands on my face and returned my kiss.

“I wonder if he'd teach me how to kiss like that.” Tim mused. “Even my toes have gone hard.”

“Protocol be damned.” I said slinging Griogair over my shoulder and carrying him inside. “We're about to have dinner so I'll set you down in the dining room. The informal one I trust.”

Bustling maids and manservants took care of our luggage while Charles urged the boys indoors behind us. The boys laughed when they saw Griogair slapping my butt firmly. We got intercepted along the way by Iona, the housekeeper, who smiled at my antics. She got in her hugs and kisses from the boys and told them to hurry along or dinner would be spoiled.

“Save some of Griogair for later.” Fionola was saying as she smacked my ass with a large wooden spoon. “You'll ruin my meal and get me in trouble with the boss. Yes Rohan, I made your favorite two dishes. Lots and more.”

The boys burst out laughing when they heard this comment. They came over and let me introduce them. Fionola tried to get the boys to save their kisses for the maids but they insisted on thanking her for taking care of me so many years ago. The boys followed my lead in which piece of cutlery to use for each course. This was a simple meal of soup, fish, salad, meat dish and dessert.

“You can thank her later.” Griogair said placing a hand firmly on my shoulder when they brought in the plum pudding. “Dinner hasn't finished yet. Your sons are here to learn as well as enjoy themselves.”

The boys told Charles his cook prepared food to rival mine. Dylan asked Griogair if it would be okay if they asked Fionola to let me cook with her so I could learn a trick or two. Griogair promised to see what he could do to make that happen but had to check my schedule and engagements with Charles. I was happily enjoying some more pudding with lots of steaming hot custard. Then Griogair surprised the boys by kissing my cheek on the way back to his post near the doors.

When Charles expressed his apologies for having to go catch up on stuff with the staff I told him it was perfect timing because I'd like an early night. Griogair led us up the stairs to the bedrooms. When we approached the top of the stairs he took my free hand in his. I knew with certainty in that moment which room I'd been given. Tim noticed and held my other hand tighter.

“Go ahead Griogair. I'm fine and more than fine with your choice.” I said. “Trust me when I say I know what needs doing and Tim is the perfect partner. We won't banish the ghost we'll invite it to join us. Your hesitation has let the boys know. That's why they're standing closer to me.”

“Thank you, Rohan. I cannot hope to express how much this will mean to Charles and through him to me.” Griogair said. “I look forward to talking with you this week. You have grown so much. Welcome home, Rohan. Well come indeed.”

The boys gasped at the size of the room when Griogair threw open the double doors. Dylan correctly guessed the room was as big as an entire level of my apartment back home. The only difference would be the kitchen and balcony being replaced with a sleeping area with an incredible four-poster bed. There was even a footstool to help you get in because the mattress was so thick. Griogair kindly leaned down a little so the boys could kiss him thank you. I warned him they would kiss him thank you when he showed them each to their room. Dylan kindly told Griogair if he needed a room for the chief super he would give his room up and spend the night here.

When I stepped into the room I stood quietly repeating the bell mantra and then switched to the mantra to seal the energy of the mantra and all the impressions of Samuel inside the room. Painful it might be but every experience of Samuel would be treasured. Charles had begun the healing yesterday and I wanted to do as much of it as I could before I chatted with Leslie. The room was on the back of the house next to a turret which housed the bathroom. You could see all the way to the coast from the room as Griogair was pointing out to the boys. They couldn't wait until morning to see the ocean instead of just the lights from a coastal village.

“Griogair has work to do with Charles before he retires boys” I said. “Let him show you to your rooms and then you can come back here. Thank you, Griogair, for everything and for being here.”

“Getting to meet your mate and your lovely boys has made it more than worthwhile.” Griogair said kissing me quickly on the way out.

Tim made me us a nightcap and we settled on the couch to wait for the boys to join us. I assured Tim staying in this room was a blessing. The boys came in with broad smiles. Their rooms weren't as large as ours but even at a third of the size they were double your average hotel room. They all had a seating area at the window with a table for snacks. Tim and I simply had to go look at the rooms. We laughed at how the boys disappeared in all the bedding. Morgan warned they might get used to this level of comfort and insist on redecorating our place back home.

Brandy and soda for everybody back in my room was the perfect way to end the day. The three boys made me promise to wake them if I felt too uncomfortable or to join them. I told them I appreciated their concern but would be just fine. Dylan asked if I planned something like what I did with Genta. Same thing only different I replied. Different because of the time that has passed I elaborated. Adam asked me not to wake up the entire house with my energy work. Tim and I had to go tuck them in. I helped Adam and Morgan into bed while Tim took care of Dylan. When I went in to kiss Dylan good night he was standing next to the bed being blown goodnight by Tim. I kissed him while Tim finished him off down below.

“Don't expect me to blow you every night before bed.” I warned Dylan as I kissed him goodnight while perched on the footstool.

“That's not an expectation that's a given.” Tim said as he climbed up to kiss Dylan. “Scoundrel, you will never pass up the opportunity to swallow a load from your son.”

“Or you.” I added grabbing his ass while he was leaning forward. “Let's go to our bed so I can fuck you.”

“Married life is wonderful.” Tim declared as he closed the doors to Dylan's room.

Undressing each other took a long time. I think we both knew we were putting on a show. You didn't have to be much of a psychic or intuitive to feel Samuel's presence in the room. He had spent so much time in this room his last few days it was impossible for his energy not to saturate the room and furnishings. I wanted to show Samuel I had moved on. Our lovemaking tonight would be my introduction of Tim to him. Memories of my time with Tim helped stoked my love and desire for my Beloved.

“This is like climbing up the mountain to see the wise man.” Tim said as he joined me on the bed.

“You might not find a very wise man waiting for you.” I said with a smile as he slipped into my arms.

“Huh, a lad my age will take getting laid over wisdom any day.” Tim declared stretching out on top of me and kissing me. “I am getting laid aren't I?”

“You can safely bet your sweet ass on that.” I said giving the sweet ass in question a firm squeeze.

“Hopefully I'm not too safe with my scoundrel.” Tim said. “My Love, you need to guide me tonight. I have no idea what fireworks you have planned for later.”

“I want to take my time so my love for you fills the room.” I said between kisses. “Yes, you can add your love for me. Thank you, Beloved.”

“No trouble at all. I just need to think of our first time together.” Tim said. “You captured my body and soul.”

Lying on my side I slipped into Tim's ass. Slowly but surely I slid all of my erection inside my mate. I nuzzled at his neck while I toyed with his nipples. My hands stroked his flanks and brushed lightly over his erection. Fingers dancing across his inner thighs caused him to press back against me and moan in pleasure. When I felt my orgasm starting to build I stopped fucking him and just lay with him in my arms.

When I continued our lovemaking I was lying on top of him. I let him lie on his back with his legs stretched out as I rekindled the fires within us. Once the flames started reaching out to fill more of us I bent his legs up towards his chest. Tim sighed as I folded him in half and began to pound him more forcefully. He never said anything as we approached our orgasms. Soft little sounds of pleasure were all we made. We locked our eyes between kisses. I broke off our kiss when I felt my cum rising. Raising my torso from his I smiled and took Tim's cock in my hand. I tossed him off as I filled his ass with my cum. The only sound I made was a long, subdued groan of pleasure that lasted as long as it took to empty my balls.

“Oh, fucking hell!” Tim said as his cock spurted cum and he bucked beneath me. “Scoundrel, let me finish. What do you mean don't take so long? Just you wait until morning when I've regained my strength. I'll have words with you about that comment. Oh, I love how your tongue tickles when you lick me clean. Now get up here so I can kiss you. Good scoundrel.”

A good amount of time passed in kissing before we climbed off the bed and headed to the shower. Tim didn't say a word when I pulled on a robe. I promised to wake him if I needed some support. Then I kissed him good night. The incense and incense holders were still in the same drawer. In one of the deeper desk drawers I found Samuel's religious icons. A small statue of the Buddha and a little marble lotus sculpture. I set these between the two sticks of incense. Then I sat down on the couch and called on my Lady for guidance.

Repeating the nine mantras for over an hour settled me nicely. The longer I performed the mantras the easier it became to allow the memories of my time with Samuel to surface. Nights of drinking and the pride on his face as I outlasted a challenger. How he enjoyed having sex with me when I got drunk. The night we'd dared to fuck on the beach after a Sunderland game touched me deeply. Damn it had been a beautiful night with the sand glimmering in the silver moonlight and the waves sparkling. I chuckled when I remembered how we'd had to stop fucking as a bobby passed on the sidewalk overhead.

Still caught up in my memories it took a while for the sound of gentle knocking to penetrate my awareness. I motioned Charles inside and pointed to a sleeping Tim. He smiled and nodded. I pulled him down on the couch next to me. Charles didn't ask any questions but simply sat and leaned against me. I returned to my mantras for a while longer. The biggest challenge I faced rose up within me soon enough. My anger at having my time with Samuel cut short was never anything less than a raging bonfire. Charles shuddered when I brought it up to my awareness.

“This is not a fire one leas across.” My Lady said unconcernedly. “This is a fire you stand in or walk through. A pretty decent sized blaze you have going here. Served you well has it? Brought much of what you truly desire to you? Given you a second more time with Samuel has it? Kept you warm on a cold night on the street? No need to put it out. There's plenty of room inside you for it to keep burning until a week after eternity ends. Maybe you'd like to see how big it is after another hundred years or three hundred.”

The amazing thing to me was how each of her questions caused me to see through the illusion. I laughed at the absurdity. Once I started laughing I found I couldn't stop. Charles' look of concern made me laugh even harder. I kissed him impulsively, wrapped my arms around him and burst into tears. This change from laughing in one instant to crying in another was even more starling for Charles but he held me close.

“Genta.” my Lady said gently within me.

This was the key. I realized I'd always want more time with the people who truly mattered and were very dear to me. I'd had years with Genta yet if I was honest I'd admit no amount of time would be enough. Would I refuse the offer of months with Samuel because I wanted years? All the joy we'd crammed into our time together had enriched my life. I remembered how happy I'd been. How very, very happy I'd been. Consumed with joy from our first night together right up until I held that fateful drink to his lips. Memories of the joy had kept me going after I'd made my decision. Provided the strength I needed to make it through.

We'd been deliriously happy. We'd been consumed by our love for each other. We'd had so much fun pushing the limits of how much I could drink. How many guys get to have their own personal cheers leader? Fucking hell it had been a wonderful time. The best part of it all was I'd gotten to bring him home. Samuel had the chance to spend time talking to his dad.

“I brought him home.” I said through the tears as I leaned back from Charles.

“Yes you did and I can't tell you how much that meant to me.” Charles said. “You brought him home in every sense of the word. Can you imagine how I'd have felt if I'd never seen him after we fought and he stormed out? Instead of angry words my last words to him were loving and kind. Fuck Rohan you know how pale money or titles are in comparison. All of this and the inspiration Samuel provides for my work protecting the environment would have turned to dust. This building would be a lifeless place if it weren't for my last few days with Samuel. The talks we had while you napped are my fondest memories of Samuel. Thankfully I wrote them down. Feeling better? Good. How about a brandy and soda?”

“Thank you, I'd love one.” I said getting up. “I'll be right back. I just want to wash my face.”

When I returned we drank together and my Lady sang for us. Softly so as not to wake Tim but we both felt the energy. She started with healing songs for the living and for those who had passed on. Songs of joyous remembrance that spoke of the eternal light in everybody. Then she shifted to songs of Scotland. A place Samuel had loved and acquired his love for rainy, blustery days. I remembered how he had taught me to love being out on the moors in the cold, stormy weather. Naturally she ended it with a Sunderland FC song.

Looking down I saw Charles had fallen asleep. I laid him down on the couch with a cushion for a pillow. Then I covered him with a blanket and went for a walk through the house. Glancing out the window I saw the sky lightening. I found myself standing in the kitchen. Everything was spotless and gleaming. Soon the staff would be coming in to grab some breakfast before they started serving Charles and his guests. Whistling softly I set about preparing some scones for the staff.

“Thank you, Rohan.” Griogair said softly as he hugged me from behind. “Yes I saw him on the couch. I think it's best we let him sleep there for now. I got a few hours of sleep which I think is more than you got. May I give you a hand?”

“That would be wonderful.” I said. “How many do we need to make to feed all the staff? I can make lots.”

Thankfully we had just gotten to form the last scones on the baking tray before Fionola arrived and asked what we were doing making a mess in her kitchen. She blushed when I said I was trying to bake some scones that were half as tasty as hers. She laughed when I told her the staff got to eat these before anybody else including Charles or the boys. Then I happened to glance out the window and saw Tavish stretching in his running clothes.

“I think he does a five-mile run every morning.” Griogair answered. “Never been on one with him.”

“Tavish would you mind some company on your run?” I asked leaning out the large window.

“I don't mind but I won't slow down so you'll have to keep up.” Tavish said.

“Great. Here I'll fetch this on my way back.” I said tossing my robe at a startled Fionola. Then I jumped from the window over the flowerbeds and tucked into a roll on the lawn. “Ready when you are Tavish.”

“Good gods man you cannae run naked.” Tavish protested.

“Yes I can. I'll show you.” I said doing a small circle around him. “Let's go old man.”

“Fine but when you catch your death of cold don't come haunt me.” Tavish said taking off at a fair pace.

Tavish was true to his word and kept his brisk pace going throughout the entire run. The morning mist felt really good against my skin. I ran smoothly next to Tavish over the fields and through the small growths of trees Charles had planted. Then we were running across the open land. Judging by the light filtering through the mist we'd been running for about two hours when we returned to the front of the house. Tavish told me I was welcome to join him again tomorrow if I wasn't down with a fever and chills. I thanked him and asked him what would be a good time to bring the boys over today. He told me he'd been starting his work in the forge at eleven when I mentioned Adam had just started learning metalwork.

The maids told Iona they were just giving me a thank you peck on the cheek because I'd baked scones for them. Griogair told me my robe was in the laundry and to head straight to my room. Three boys were peering down at the mayhem beneath them. Two more maids kissed me before I was halfway up the stairs. Charles had stepped up behind the boys and was smiling down at me.

“I just went for a run with Tavish.” I said.

“And baked the scones we found next to our bed when we woke.” Adam added.

“There were enough for all the staff plus the guests.” Griogair assured me quickly. “You might even be able to have one if you make it to your room soon.”

“Rohan you are just what this place needed.” Charles said hugging me when I reached the top of the stairs. “Thank you for making my staff smile.”

The maids endured their scolding from Iona with a smile as she shooed them off to get work done. Tim had saved me two scones and some tea.

“Scoundrel I distinctly remember you wearing a robe when you kissed me goodnight.” Tim said. “Have you been dallying with the staff without me? I should have known if it isn't a sunrise meditation it's a workout. No need to tell me how far you ran. Did you enjoy it? Good. Luckily for us you're on private property or we'd be fetching you from the cells.”

Griogair entered to let us know breakfast would be served soon. He led Charles away to his shower while the boys led me off to mine. Over breakfast Charles told me he'd kept the boys' schedule open this morning if they wanted to rest or explore the grounds. I had a broadsword lesson at eleven. Adam couldn't wait to meet Tavish. I got teased a bit about going for a run naked with another man.

“Considering how long it takes Dad to get done with us I'd say they had ten minutes each way to find cover.” Adam declared. “I think a brief walk ought to put at us at the scene of the dalliance. We may even have time to discover it before my meeting with Tavish.”

“Pater it was clever of you to let us see you kissing the maids but considering your antics in the shower we all know that was just a feeble attempt at avoiding suspicion.” Dylan added. “Your cover, dear pater, got blown.”

“Much like we were this morning.” Morgan said calmly. “Griogair how did you know about the greens? I suppose Rohan is at least tech savvy enough to send a text. We've tried to keep him from learning the stuff but it looks like we failed.”

“My lips are sealed.” Griogair said with a smile. “Nobody shall know of your failure. Rohan you shall be having your cooking lesson tomorrow afternoon with Fionola. Best check with her what's for dinner and when she is starting cooking. Fionola agreed with me that anything we could do to hep the boys get properly fed was our solemn duty. She's a lot like Rohan when it comes to kisses boys.”

“So she'll pretend to be all flustered and say she doesn't want them when she enjoys nothing better.” Adam said. “Okay we'll visit with dad when he reports after breakfast.”

“What do you mean I like nothing better than being kissed by hooligans?” I asked the boys. “Next you'll have me labeled a kissing bandit. The maids were merely being polite and thanking me. How could I refuse? I'm merely a guest.”

“You stopped being a guest a month before your brought Samuel home.” Griogair said smacking the back of my head. “Next time you think to call yourself a guest in this house I'll have you stand in the corner of the main hallway for a few hours. Clothed.”

“Thank you, Griogair.” Charles said. “I feel the same way. Now if you'll excuse there's still a few things I need to take care of before I spar with Rohan.”

“I'll convey your thanks to Fionola.” Griogair said to the boys. “I'm glad you're learning before our guests arrive tomorrow night. Yes I'll share what I know about theater protocol with you before you leave. Les Miserables is a good one.”

We went outside to enjoy the gardens before we met with Tavish. I pointed out the general direction we had run but it was misty so I couldn't tell them our exact route. Columba was out pushing a massive garden cart. The sensible man knew whiskey was an essential part of his work day and offered us a swig. The boys politely declined saying they were full of coffee. I took a generous swig. Columba was adding soil to some of the beds so we traipsed along and helped him for a bit.

A quick wash at an outdoor trough and the boys were presentable again. Tavish was happy to have Morgan watch him and Adam at work. Morgan was telling him how they'd teased me at breakfast as I walked away with Tim and Dylan under my arms. Griogair joined us and stood at the door to the sparring room which was in the basement. Charles had to take a last-minute call about our dinner so while I had a few minutes I warmed up a little. The broadsword strikes felt jarring when coupled with the circular footwork of my Tai Chi sequences.

“Rohan it's either one or the other.” Griogair said from the door. “A house divided will collapse. Even I can see you're using two different styles. You're just warming up. Try it.”

A little chi helped give me the strength I needed to swing the broadsword freely and in circular motions as I continued with my Tai Chi footwork. I lost myself in the practice. Charles entered and watched me without me being aware of his presence for several minutes. Since this was our first sparring sessions in years he simply came at me swinging his broadsword from the start. The bout ended several minutes later when I didn't twist fast enough to avoid having the skin opened across my ribs.

“Thanks for suggesting I remove my shirt Griogair.” I said. “Sorry I didn't put up more of a fight Charles.”

“That's quite okay old bean.” Charles said wiping himself down with a towel Griogair handed each of us. “You'll do better next time.”

“I hope you do better as well Charles.” Griogair said. “You'll have to if you want to keep your unblemished record. That's an interesting style Rohan has going on.”

“Yes it is. Where did you pick it up?” Charles asked.

“My Tai Chi and chi healing instructor Lao taught me.” I said. “Well not with the broadsword but the footwork and the chi to help swing the sword.”

“I look forward to watching the video of our session and seeing what we can learn.” Charles said. “Dylan there are several cameras so we can get views from different angles. Griogair is the video editor. He's been kind enough to practice with me so often he knows what to look for.”

“Charles you might want to share this recording with Lao and chat with him.” Tim said. “I've heard he was given some of the Order weapons so he can put together a training program for Tracy and the boys. My Love connects better with Lao because they are both so deep. Right now I measure my favorite depth in inches.”

“Nice stitching Griogair but it didn't look that deep.” Dylan said as he watched my cut being sewn together.

“No it wasn't all that deep but I need the practice.” Griogair admitted calmly.

“I won't say a word except to praise your work.” Dylan promised. “Dad we're approaching Halloween and if you spar some more with Charles you'll have so many stitches we can dress you up as Frankenstein.”

“That will have all of us in stitches of laughter.” Tim declared. “Shall we go save Tavish from the other two?”

“I think we should so we can have lunch. I'm starving.” Charles said as he led us out a door straight into the yard. “Griogair we'll be in shortly. Ah the cool air feels good on my skin.”

“Dylan I swear it is swinging these archaic weapons that makes men call an arctic blizzard a cool air.” Tim said burrowing in his coat. “Be careful when you start swinging them.”

“This one can't swing a hammer to save his own life.” Tavish said pulling Morgan close. “He's a genius at working out the shapes and showed me a few nifty tricks so I can figure out designs on my own though. Adam had a remarkable teacher and a natural affinity for the work if he's learned this much so quickly. Between the two of them they'll make a great team. You might want to consider setting them up in business.”

“Might as well. We only have two now.” Morgan said giving Adam a hand putting tools away. “I mean what do I do with all my free weekend time?”

“A pleasure Rohan.” Tavish said when I thanked him for sharing. “I meant what I said about Morgan. Thanks to him there are several vexing projects I can finish up this afternoon. Feel free to wander over anytime boys.”

“Another wound Dad?” Adam said looking at the gauze pad taped to my ribs. “Good thing you have a week in Poland to heal.”

We all washed at the garden trough. Dylan reminded me to put my shirt on as we approached the front door. I thanked him with a kiss. Soup and sandwiches made a lovely lunch. Fionola even served us the leftover plum pudding. Griogair laughed when Tim asked how there was any left with me around. Morgan suggested Fionola made another and politely called it leftovers. Charles told me she most definitely would spoil me like that but nobody was brave enough to ask her. Our afternoon was open so I suggested we go for a drive. I promised we'd be back by six so we could freshen up before dinner and join Charles for a drink.

Charles suggested we take the Range Rover so we wouldn't get stuck on the country lanes. I gave Tim the keys when we approached the car. This way I could enjoy the scenery. Charles showed Tim how to use the navigation system. Seems all you had to do was enter a number and the navigation system would direct us back to the manor. Before we could leave Griogair handed us a basket that Fionola had packed with sandwiches and packets of crisps if we got hungry. Tim nearly headed back in to kiss Fionola when he saw the big flask of tea. I told him we didn't have a lot of time. Three hours would pass very quickly.

Three minutes of fresh air was all Tim could take when we stopped for a break. The rest of us joined him in the car to finish our snack and tea. Morgan said it was simply to keep him company. Adam insisted it would have been rude to let him eat alone. Tim said rubbing our hands together for five minutes when we got in the car was a much more honest take on why we joined him. We laughed when Morgan asked Tim if he'd give him some help warming up his twenty-first digit.

On the return trip I switched seats with Dylan and snuggled between Morgan and Adam. I told them I was glad they were having a great holiday. Mine had been simply amazing I told them. Soon we will need to hunt down Mr. McGoo I told them. When we arrived we all kissed Tim thank you for driving. Charles kissed him for bringing the Range Rover back without a scratch. Then he bustled us up the stairs to shower.

We had a lovely evening with Charles. After dinner Griogair joined us for a few rounds of darts and to chat. When I assured him the boys would be as discreet as me he took hold of Charles' hand. He told the boys I'd introduced him to Charles. Because of his political work Charles had decided to send Griogair for training as a butler. Charles said they weren't concerned about coming out but it was just easier on the queen and made his work easier if he continued to play the bereaved widower. The boys agreed there was no need to make life any harder if you could avoid it. When we said goodnight the boys thanked them for their trust.

“Lao suggested you show me the healing mantra.” Charles said at the start of our sparring session the next morning. “He said to do it holding the broadsword. Oh, he also insisted you remember not to do anything or carry anything.”

This time Charles drew first blood on my forearm. Once again Griogair insisted I needed stitches. Dylan told me it was part of my costume. When I pointed out I'd have healed by then he said we'd invite Charles and Griogair over for a holiday just before Halloween. Tim told me not to worry about the cost because that was Frederick's job. Once again we collected Morgan and Adam from Tavish. The boys were helping build a wooden fence around a garden Fionola wanted. Columba had helped get the huge uprights in place. Tim asked Charles if he could help work on the garden. Charles told him if Fionola and Columba didn't object that would be fine.

“Tell me Charles if I were going to filch some wine from your cellar to share with Fionola which ones would I choose?” I asked Charles when we finished lunch.

“Griogair will show you.” Charles said with a smile. “He's going to collect some wine for tonight anyway. This is a small gathering of the chief super, his family and one other guest I think you'll enjoy meeting. A Mr. McGoo I believe. Yes, Christopher and Garth asked me for help because you'd mentioned Scotland.”

“Perfect.” I said. “Well we'd better get going before Fionola has all the cooking done.”

Tim was going to keep me company in the kitchen. The other three lads headed back out to work on the fence. Charles suggested they filch a bottle of whiskey to keep them all warm on the chilly afternoon. Dylan filched the whiskey while the other two distracted Charles with kisses. While we were in the cellar Griogair helped me call their wine merchant and buy a case of their favorite wine as a thank you. I ordered another case for the staff plus a special bottle for Iona, Tavish and Columba. The wine merchant assured me it was no trouble for him to buy them for me when he restocked his personal supplies. Griogair told me it hadn't taken the wine merchant and liquor store owner long to see the advantages of sharing the same warehouse.

“The chief super loves a good Irish lamb stew.” Fionola said when I joined her. “Charles likes a thick hearty beef stew. Yes Rohan, we can do some greens on the side and fresh-baked bread is always welcome. I see no reason we can't do Tipsy tart for dessert. Never had cobbler but I know you wouldn't offer it if it wasn't good.”

“Fionola have a glass of wine.” Tim said offering her a drink. “To a meal cooked with love by the loveliest cook in all of Scotland and Rohan.”

“Thank you, Tim.” Fionola said. “Are you certain I can trust him to do a good job, Tim? I guess we can keep an eye on him from the table. Yes I'd love to discuss my garden with you but you're on holiday.”

“There's only so much relaxing a man can do and Charles has helped us with a project so we have some extra time.” Tim told her. “Rohan please take a picture of me with this lovely lady. Griogair please stand behind us. Lovely timing, sir. Thanks Rohan.”

“Rohan I set out the spices for each dish on the table.” Fionola said. “You won't get too creative will you? Good.”

Griogair returned with a book from the library on plants and vegetables that grew locally. Fionola was happy to chat about the weather they experienced through the year. Tim made notes on my laptop. Fionola loved it when he started using the 3-D design software. A hedgerow is more fitting for a windbreak I told Tim.

“Fionola I need to practice and I can't let Tim keep you all to himself.” I said taking her by the hand and leading her to a room that had some nice open floorspace.

I kept her back to the doorway so she wouldn't be embarrassed by the other staff who paused to watch. They were all smiling at us as we danced. Even Iona didn't scold them and watched us for a few minutes as well. Then she silently shooed the maids back to work. Tim took a turn dancing with Fionola. I returned to start the beef stew. Fionola insisted on checking the lamb stew before sitting down at the table to continue designing her garden.

Later on in the afternoon Tim placed a Skype call to Sanne and Bram for their comments on the garden. Tim explained he wasn't certain if the growing times were compatible with the changes in seasons. Fionola said it was her first opportunity to have her own vegetable garden and she was looking forward to working in it.

“Rohan can manage the cooking so we have plenty of time to chat, Fionola.” Sanne said. “You really are better off just leaving dinner to him. I'll distract you so you won't worry about how much wine he is drinking. Fionola we'll get you set up with all the tools you need and I'll prepare a list of when to start planting and harvesting each vegetable. I'll also let you know how much seed to buy. Columba will know more about the soil than us so we'll leave that to him. You can have him call us if he has any questions.”

“I'm sure you have more important work than to help an old woman in Scotland with her wee vegetable patch.” Fionola said.

“Nonsense. The more wee vegetable patches we can get started the happier we are.” Sanne assured her. “Besides I will be billing Rohan for my time or else he might decide to spank me when he next visits. You guys have done a good job. Now it would be helpful if we could see the garden and the fence the guys are building.”

“Sanne can't we send you pictures later when it warms up in the Spring?” Tim asked. “I'll have to fight my way through the penguins to show you. The other three are bird lovers so they don't mind the penguins. Fine I'll do it. Rohan can you make a wee drop of mulled wine to help me and Fionola thaw? Bless you, my Love. The sooner we get out there the sooner we can return.”

Charles decided the opportunity was too good to miss when he checked in and discovered I was alone in the kitchen. I gave him a quick lesson in cobbler making. Griogair told him Fionola would be less than impressed to see the head of the household cooking. Charles told him being able to cook anything was worth the scolding. I suggest Griogair go out and ask if they'd considered where they were going to store Fionola's garden tools. That would buy us an extra fifteen minutes. I warned Charles it would cost him an extra bottle of wine. He laughed when I explained how Tim would be needing lots of mulled wine to warm up when he returned. We managed to get the cobbler ready for baking before Fionola returned.

Returning with a bottle of wine for mulling got Charles kissed several times by Tim. Fionola asked Charles if he was wanting to do her out of a job when he asked if I needed a hand with the bread. No he couldn't come back to fetch a glass of mulled wine. One of us would bring it to him. She even insisted on showing him her tentative garden design in the study so he wouldn't be tempted to cook. Griogair was happy to deliver sandwiches to the fencing crew right after he'd enjoyed one. When he returned he took a tray of sandwiches and mulled wine to the study for Charles, Fionola and Tim.

“Rohan what are you up to now?” Fionola said. “They told me I could trust you in my kitchen but you've made cobbler, tipsy tart, bread, stews, started some soups and a pie.”

“I'm sorry I'll be busy meeting the guests when you cook the fish.” I apologized. “I made some herb butter for it. The pie is for you to take to your room. A thank you for allowing me to cook.”

“We can't bake or cook nearly as well so we'll thank you with some kisses.” Dylan said as the three boys entered the kitchen.

“Cooking is the best medicine for Dad so we're really grateful.” Adam added.

Tim took a picture of them each kissing Fionola. The boys complimented me on being so restrained. They gave me a thank you kiss for the sandwiches. Tim took some mulled wine with him when I insisted on looking at their handiwork. Tavish and Columba were enjoying a little after work whiskey. The garden shed would be in the middle and abutted by the hedgerow Dylan explained. The shed would be entered from the garden. Fionola complained it was way too much. Tim told her that was so it would be a fitting gift to her for looking after us so well while we visited.

“What gift?” Fionola said.

“Well it wouldn't be a gift if Charles paid for it.” Tim said. “All five of us will split the start-up cost. Charles insisted on paying for the seed since they will be enjoying the harvest.”

“Thank you Fionola, for taking care of Charles and Griogair for me.” I said hugging and kissing her. “Tim this was a brilliant idea. I think a pre-dinner spanking is in order. Do I have any volunteers to hold his hands?”

“Adam and Dylan will do a better job of sitting at dinner post-spanking.” Morgan said. “I'll take mine before bed if you don't mind, Rohan.”

“I don't mind in the least.” I said. “Now let's go check on Fionola's pie. There's some whipped cream in the fridge for it. Now remember no sharing of the pie.”

Griogair smiled when Dylan asked how much time we had for the pre-dinner thank you spanking. Morgan divided our time up and promised to keep me on schedule. Adam asked about what clothing we ought to wear. Griogair suggested smart casual with a tie. He even agreed to come up and inspect us before we joined Charles. The boys bustled me upstairs because we were on a schedule.

This time I approached things a little differently. I had Tim bend over the middle of the row of pillows and straddled his back. Then I had Adam and Dylan lie with their hips against Tim's hips but angled slightly out so there was room for my legs. Morgan gladly handed me the hairbrush. There was no set pattern as I warmed up the three asses. I enjoyed being able to fondle an ass with my left hand while smacking the other two butts. The boys knew such fondling would go from pleasurable to painfully pleasurable when the spanking proper got started. The thought was enough to get them aroused and eager.

“Now Rohan.” Morgan said from his timekeeper seat. His clinical approach was proving surprisingly hot.

Two short sharp smacks to each butt and we were on our way. A proper spanking with proper cries of pain and wriggling beneath me. I leaned forward over their butts to reach the underside of their lovely cheeks. How delicious the contrast was between their pale flesh and the growing redness. I loved the feel of Tim slamming against me when Ia particularly firm blow landed. The other two had to rely on my hand between their shoulders.

“One minute left.” Morgan called out to the relief of all three miscreants. “Thirty seconds. Done!”

While I climbed over the pillows to drive forcibly into Tim's ass Dylan and Adam slid into a sixty-nine. Morgan chose to fuck Dylan. The three of them lay across the bed in front of us. I pushed Tim close enough to eat Adam's ass. When Tim lifted his mouth from between Adam's cheeks to let me know he was about to cum I lifted him up and draped him over the three boys. Then I fucked him harder until he unloaded on Adam and Dylan's flanks. I pulled out of his ass and plunged into Adam. No sooner did I get a few thrusts in and Adam fed Dylan his load. I literally and figuratively flowed with my son. Pouring out cum and sending love to the cute horny bastards. Leaning forward I urged Morgan to his orgasm by smacking his ass a few times. The brief spanking continued through his orgasm.

Griogair put his head through the door and suggested we hit the showers. He laughed when Tim insisted I carry him to the bathroom. I scooped Tim up and we made our way quickly to the bathroom. Despite the time crunch I insisted on some post-coital kissing and fondling. Both Griogair and Charles stopped in to inspect us. Griogair told us Lawrence had done a great job putting together our wardrobe. Iona told me Fionola was going to scold me for leaving her with so much free time and endangering her job. She told the boys they looked very smart and kissed them on the cheek.

“You can scold me while you help me brush up on my dancing Fionola.” I said.

When the boys had each had their turn with her Charles made her blush deeply by dancing with her. The boys chose a partner from the spectators and soon we were all dancing. I danced with Tim and a maid or two before Griogair let us know our guests were approaching. He'd kept watch through the living room window. Iona would have scolded the maids but a clever Morgan had asked her for a dance. There was a flurry of thank you kisses and a hurried exodus to the kitchen.

Charles had us greet our guests inside so they wouldn't have to stand in the cold. We met chief super Bill Hodgkin, his wife Adriana and his niece Bernadette.

“Call me Bill behind closed doors.” the Chief Super said. “This is Frank Smithson former head of the Edinburgh Police Undercover Operations. Recently and equally reluctantly retired.”

“Please it's just Rohan.” I said as we shook hands. “May I introduce my sons Adam and Dylan. Morgan is Adam's betrothed. This is Tim my husband.”

Morgan offered Bernadette his arm as we made our way to the living room for drinks.

“No need to apologize.” Morgan said. “I find a slight limp very becoming on a pretty lady.”

“You do?” Bernadette asked surprised.

“Yes, you see I don't run very fast so now at least when I chase you for a kiss I might even catch you.” Morgan confessed calmly. “Allison I think mentioning it in front of her aunt and uncle is perfect. Now you know what my intentions are you can either relax or make sure we don't slip off without a chaperone. Mr. Hodgkin you'd never have made chief super if you didn't know any guy would love a kiss from a girl as pretty as Bernadette.”

“He has you there.” Charles said with a smile. “Now the ball is in Bernadette's court.”

“Bernadette knows her own heart well enough and if you're betrothed to Rohan's son I will take you at your word.” Bill said as he took his drink from Griogair. “All I ask is if you intend to take it beyond kissing please don't tell us in advance.”

“Uncle!” Bernadette said blushing.

“Thank you, Sir.” Morgan said. “What would you like to drink Bernadette? I'm partial to a brandy and soda. I'd drink rum and coke but Rohan has us on soda restrictions.”

“A soda with a splash of fruit juice would be lovely.” Bernadette said. “I'll wait for dinner to have some wine.”

After our first round I was growing tired of Frank's stare so I quietly asked Charles to give me a few minutes. He followed my gaze in Frank's direction and nodded. I casually made my way around to Frank and suggested we go for a walk. He calmly followed me down to the basement.

“Go ahead and try to take out your anger and frustration on me if you want.” I said setting my drink down. “The sooner we get this sorted the sooner we can get around to working together. We both understand how this game gets played so we won't leave visible bruises on each other. I'm not going to ask for your respect but I do plan on earning it.”

Three minutes later we had removed our jackets and shirts. I could tell from the way he moved that Frank was a skilled fighter and no doubt knew a lot of dirty tricks so I never let him lay a hand on me. Using both Aikido and Tai Chi I made certain Frank hit the ground hard enough and often enough to rattle him. I let it continue long enough for him to realize I was toying with him then doubled him over with two punches to the stomach.

“Are you ready to work with me now?” I asked as he gasped for breath. “Think about it and if we need to continue this after dinner just let me know. Stand still for a couple of minutes. This won't hurt.”

Placing my hands on his shoulders I let chi flow through him. Easing the physical pain was part of the intent but energy healing also works on the emotional body and this was my primary purpose. Griogair had come to check on us. He helped Frank get his shirt and jacket back on while I dressed. Frank blushed when Griogair thanked me for going easy.

“I thought it would be in bad form to break a bone in a dinner guest.” I said calmly. “The ladys find the sight upsetting.”

“They find it less upsetting than you.” Griogair said as he led us back to the others.

“That's true. I hate the sight of open wounds, Frank.” I admitted. “This is why I work so hard on my weapon skills. Griogair do we have time for another drink or should we wait for wine with dinner? I'll gladly take a whiskey and soda if you think it will reassure the others to see us drinking together. Besides the soda in this manor is absolutely first class.”

Everybody laughed when they saw Griogair smack the back of my head. Charles look perplexed when I said I had just been complimenting him the drinks in this manor.

“Rohan believes we serve first class soda.” Griogair elaborated.

“No wonder Lao believes he will die of embarrassment with Dad as his student.” Adam said. “I think he's in need of a chaperone.”

“All I did was step out for a friendly chat with Frank.” I said. “There were a few things I thought we ought to get cleared up so we could enjoy dinner. Yes Allison we got enough testosterone out our systems to see us through dinner. I extended an invitation to pick up where we left off after dinner. Allison think of the mayhem there would be if guys ever decided to truly grow up. The longer we stay boys the easier it is for you ladies to keep us under control.”

“No it wasn't a fight Bill.” Frank said. “This was a lesson in humility. He really is a remarkable church man. Dylan I would have used every dirty trick I know but I never laid a hand on your dad. I can admire the perfect control and force he used now that he's done tossing me around. Thank the gods his Order has refrained from going into crime. Us undercover guys get taught to fight by commandos so if I can't lay a hand on him what chance does a regular bobby have?”

“When somebody is swinging a sword or war axe at you in a practice bout you learn to take weapon training serious.” Dylan said. “A bobby has a lot more to learn and seldom needs to know more than how to disarm a man with a knife. Bernadette my dad got into a lot of trouble with his housekeeper for agreeing to two sparring bouts one weekend. She wasn't happy to hear they ended only at first blood.”

“That was a great weekend.” I said. “Yes Charles it was silly to do two bouts in one weekend but then a lot of fun is found in silliness.”

“How did you know one of them ended in a draw, Charles?” Morgan asked in surprise.

“Ending a first blood match in a draw is almost impossible so Rohan goes out of his way to draw as many as he can.” Charles said calmly. “Griogair we are ready for dinner. Please let Fionola know and thank her for preparing dinner.”

Morgan led Bernadette through to the dining room so I showed him what to do by seating Tim. Before we ate Charles asked me to bless the meal and dining space. My Lady chose a Gregorian chant so as not to raise questions. I silently thanked her. When Allison commented on how powerful the chant felt I told her a lot of practice was all it took.

Once again the boys followed my lead in what cutlery to use. Their generous servings of greens didn't go unnoticed. The boys said it was a small price to pay for my peace of mind. I've had too many people get very ill around me not to want to do all I can to help keep my sons very healthy I told Bernadette. Morgan said the nasty tasting herbal teas had become a useful meditation aid.

“You really have to focus on all the good it's doing you to drink it.” Adam elaborated. “I find reminding myself to say thank you to the plants helps keep my mind off the taste. Maybe with practice it will get easier. I'll have to get back to you on that in a year or two.”

“Lao is a wonderful, wise herbalist who kindly let's us kiss him a lot. He helped me a lot when I couldn't shake my sadness.” Dylan said. “I can't wait to get back to my Tai Chi classes with him. He's a little smaller than Frank but he's the only person I know who can toss my dad around like a rag doll.”

“There are times at the end of my lesson when I need help to shower.” I said. “He does keep my workouts challenging. Thanks to him I am fitter than ever before.”

“Frank when Lao tweaks your workout it's like going from a bicycle to a Formula 1 racing car.” Tim said. “I take comfort in knowing I'll be the fittest corpse in the cemetery.”

“And the healthiest if Rohan keeps feeding you so many servings of greens.” Allison said with a smile.

I was grateful nobody let the cat out the bag when Bill told Charles the lamb stew kept getting better each year. The boys merely agreed it was very good. Tim said thirds was a definite sign of appreciation. Frank told us he couldn't choose between the lamb or the beef stew. Bernadette laughed when Morgan shared Fionola's thoughts on my favorite dishes. She told us it explained the endless stream of hot bread and stew. We also kept quiet about Charles making the cobbler. He promised to share the recipe with Allison. All our secrecy almost came undone when Bill asked if he could thank Fionola in person for such a wonderful meal.

While all the attention was on Fionola I was able to hold my finger across my lips without anybody but Bernadette seeing. I turned in her direction still holding my finger across my lips. She smiled and ducked her head to avoid giving us away. A blushing Fionola was clearly uncomfortable accepting compliments for work she hadn't done. Charles gave me a steady look and mouthed “scolding” silently. I nodded and sighed.

“Griogair things are going to get ugly so you may want to keep your eyes closed for a while.” I said setting the cobbler and Tipsy tart on the table.

The others watched as I poured custard over the desserts and told everybody to tuck in. Charles and the boys got their spoons in almost at the same time. Dylan promised Griogair he'd make certain I got a bedtime spanking with Morgan. Bernadette was the first of our startled guests to tuck in. She thought this complete disregard for proper manners was refreshing. Surprisingly enough Allison agreed with her. Suddenly there was no more. Griogair merely shook his head as he cleared the table.

“Charles I am happy to go along with your plans for the rest of the evening.” I assured him. “I'm not certain what you or Bill had in mind. Bill it's not too cold for me to take a walk with you and Charles. We packed a couple of board games for when the weather forced us indoors and I'm sure the boys will be glad to teach the others. I suggest we grab a drink before we head out.”

“Good idea my Love.” Tim said. “I'd hate to think you would go out in that weather sober. Merely thinking about it is giving me frostbite. Allison I'd explain compassion to Satan if it kept me indoors tonight. Rohan went for a two-hour jog the other morning just after sunrise without any clothing. None whatsoever Allison. He might be part Greek.”

“The last of the Spartans.” Adam said. “He's aged well.”

“Maybe the cold motivated him to keep moving.” Bernadette suggested.

“All the cold does is motivate me to grab another blanket.” Tim said. “I guess I haven't had enough religion yet.”

Bill told me he wanted Charles along so he could hear what we discussed. I told them I wouldn't have felt comfortable speaking of Samuel without Charles present. What Bill really wanted to know was what had made me decide to grant Samuel his wish to die.

“The knowledge that Samuel's body was too weak to recover and the only reason to deny him his request was my selfishness.” I said. “Charles I wanted more time with Samuel. I was angry that we didn't have years but merely months. He died forty-two days before our first anniversary. Every moment was precious no matter if it was cleaning him or holding his head while he vomited. That's what got me through. My greed. I wanted to spend every minute of the day with Samuel.”

“Greed might have motivated you but I know without your love to sustain you there's no way you could have nursed him like you did.” Bill said. “There are a number of nurses and doctors in my family. I have discussed what you did with them without mentioning names. They all find it as difficult to believe as I did. What were you feeling holding the glass and watching him drink?”

“Nothing. I died before Samuel.” I said quietly. “Even as I was dying inside I shared my love with him. I wanted him to know if I were dying physically my last moments and thoughts would be filled with my memories and love for Samuel. There were two very distinct parts to me in that moment. A part that had to die so I could kill another and above it my love for Samuel. I loved him. He asked this off me. I knew of no other way to give him what he was asking. Samuel had so much to bear I couldn't let him see the price I paid. I hope he didn't realize what I'd done.”

“I had no clue so I am pretty certain he didn't.” Charles said. “I could feel your love for him as he drank so I'm certain that's what he would have focused on. You can push yourself beyond almost any physical limit but your inner fortitude and ability to carry such emotional stuff amazes me even more. Thank the gods I don't know how many times you've died for others. In some ways I think your mantra meltdown was as bad or even worse than what you went through with Samuel. Rohan it's an honor beyond my ability to express that you are able to visit and stay a friend to me.”

“Mantra meltdown?” Bill asked.

“Charles can share that with you another night.” I said. “Charles there's no point in keeping anything from Bill now. I could not hold anything but respect and friendship for you Charles. You sired Samuel. What a blessing. Sixteen years it took for me to realize it but at least I did. Now are you two willing to risk getting into trouble with me?”

When we returned to the house I led us into the kitchen which I hoped was far enough from the games room for the others not to hear. I set up three work stations and showed the other two how to make chocolate chip cookies. One batch was cooling on a wire rack, a second was in the oven and we were making up a third batch when we got caught.

“Uncle Bill.” Bernadette said in surprise.

“Bill.” an equally surprised Allison said.

“I thought we were being quiet enough.” I said calmly.

“You were but only one thing smells like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies around our Dad.” Dylan said. “Adam was the first to notice.”

“Would somebody like to make some hot chocolate?” I asked. “We only have this batch to finish.”

“We'll do it.” Dylan said pulling out a chair. “Allison you ladies can enjoy the rare sight of guys baking fresh cookies and making hot chocolate for you and Bernadette.”

Griogair borrowed Tim's phone and took a picture of us all around the table. All our guests were spending the night with us so we could chat about Mr. McGoo in the morning.

“Rohan I don't care how much these boys tease you about your age. I know you never forget what people like to eat.” Griogair said kissing my cheek before accepting his hot chocolate from Dylan. “Adam he knows full well I love chocolate chip cookies. He could have taught Charles and Bill to bake a different cookie. Do you really think it is coincidence he used both white and dark chocolate bits?”

“That is an unusual combination.” Adam agreed. “I'm with you on this one.”

“My money is still on it being a coincidence.” I declared. “Bill just because everybody else disagrees doesn't make me wrong. There's no evidence to prove either of us wrong so we're both right. The very best situation. Now why don't we retire to the living room so we can send Bernadette and Morgan back for more cookies in a bit?”

“Dispensing more special treats, Rohan?” Allison asked as we headed down the passageway. “Yes I do believe you would do that.”

Before he left to get us more cookies Morgan kissed my cheek. Bernadette did the same and when I told her Morgan was the handsome young guy to my right she kissed the other cheek. She assured me she still had plenty to share with Morgan.

“Face a sword and a trained fighter unfazed but blushes when a young lady kisses his cheek.” Frank said in amazement.

“I think the blush isn't from the kiss.” Allison said. “Rohan's just embarrassed to have us see what a kind, nice guy he is. I only realized tonight Rohan who Bill was talking about when he chatted to the nurses and doctors in our family. Samuel wouldn't have asked if he'd been well enough to consider the full measure of his request but he knew the amazing depth of your love and kindness. Some of it has rubbed off on Adam who is kindly sharing his betrothed with Bernadette.”

“When it comes to kisses I'll accept them from anybody but I'll only take it further with a guy.” Adam said calmly. “Morgan wants to make love to both guys and girls so I knew I would be sharing him at some point. I have had long chats with Dylan's mom about it. She shares her boyfriend with dad once every month or so.”

“J was Dad's lover before they had to spend some time apart.” Dylan said. “When J came back into Dad's life he was bisexual and started dating my mom. I've only just met my boyfriend and haven't had to let him know yet. He's waiting until he has done some healing before we make love. I'll have this chat with him before we go that far. A good thing I have Adam to share what he learned from Mom.”

“Although it seems strange we might be asking you to share some of that information with us.” Bill said. “A young cousin recently approached to discuss having such feelings. He felt confused and concerned about how to express them to his wife. Allison and I told him we would need a few days to think it over and we had planned this visit. Now it looks like we will be able to help him if you don't mind.”

“I don't mind. We can go for a walk tomorrow after lunch.” Adam said. “Morgan and I have some work to do with Tavish in the forge tomorrow morning. Care to join us Tim? I hear it will be a balmy forty-something.”

“You'll find me enjoying the balmy seventy degree weather in the library with a little whiskey close at hand in case it dips into the sixties.” Tim said. “Oh, good cookies. The two of you will be happy to know Adam has come up with a plan to allow the two of some alone time tomorrow afternoon. He did it so skillfully I doubt your aunt and uncle even realize it Bernadette.”

“He had us completely fooled by that cute innocent expression.” Allison said as we watched Morgan and Bernadette thank Adam with a kiss.

“Sounds like we've got a full morning.” Charles said. “Rohan are you still getting up for your sunrise meditations? Will you be finished by seven? Good. We'll meet around seven in the sparring room. There's plenty of room for spectators to watch in safety but you'll have to get up early. This will give us time to discuss the Mr. McGoo project after breakfast and for the afternoon walks. Thank you for the cooking lessons Rohan.”

“Lessons?” a sharp Frank asked.

“Cobbler.” Charles said. “Somehow he taught me how to do it while they boys were asking Fionola about her garden shed. Quite daring.”

“Were there any other cooking lessons we ought to know about?” Bill asked.

“None at all. Fionola is an amazing cook and deserved every compliment.” I said blandly as we headed upstairs.

“I think it is a good thing Dylan promised to give you a bedtime spanking.” Allison said. “You're more mischievous than naughty but mischievous enough to warrant a sound spanking.”

“Oh, it will be sound all right if Dylan's wielding the paddle.” Tim said. “Rohan doesn't believe in holding back because of age and his instruction with Dylan in this area of play has been very thorough from what I've heard. He wouldn't take me anywhere near the depth he's taken Dylan and I'm three years older than Dylan.”

“I just hope he remembers my butt will be right alongside Rohan's.” Morgan said. “Frank it would be interesting training for your agents if they learned to handle physical pain like Rohan. He took a spanking recently that even left us feeling a little uneasy. Rohan and Juliet were in top form. Juliet is a our massage therapist and a professional dominatrix.”

“Tim's right, Bernadette.” I answered. “Although the deepest I've taken Dylan was to see if what I had in mind might work for some emotional healing. That path turned out not to lead where I wanted but it was a pretty intense experience.”

“Bernadette I think it would be best if you spent more time with Morgan and asked him some questions first.” Dylan said. “We're all happy to share most of what goes on between us but we do so in graphic detail. No Bill that piece of information I won't share even with our group back home who know almost everything there is to know about us. We're still trying to come to terms with it. When Leslie, dad's therapist, has chatted with him about it we'll get her help. There is also one other chapter in Dad's life he hasn't shared with us yet and we will wait.”

“We're scared if we pester him too much he'll restrict our alcohol intake.” Adam said. “I'm barely a teen so it's okay for me to accept bribes for behaving myself.”

“Your room is best, Dad.” Dylan said. “We have more space and the paddle is in it. Also it is the furthest from where the others are sleeping. I promised Allison to make it a sound spanking not disturb them with the sound of your spanking.”

The door had barely closed when Tim and Adam were rolling around in each other's arms on the bed. Morgan laughed and decided the greedy twosome were trying to enjoy their first orgasm soon so they could join us for a second round when the spanking stopped. I laughed when Tim told Morgan he hadn't been able to slip away for some kisses like another twosome we knew. Morgan didn't dignify that comment with an answer.

Dylan had us place two chairs next to each other and bend forward with our hands on the seat. The warm up had us warm within a half-dozen swats.

“The sound ow spanking was for Rohan.” Morgan protested. “Ow! God that smarts.”

“Oh, you love it.” I said just before the paddle landed.

“That's preventative protesting.” Morgan said after the smack. “Well a little of it anyways. Did you have to do such a good job teaching him to wield the paddle?”

“Absolutely.” I said. “Professional pride.”

“I hope he's proud of how sore he's making me.” Morgan said. “I'm aching for a good fucking.”

“Ground, Morgan. Ignore the paddle. Ground yourself.” I said quickly. “Keep at it.”

“Easy for you to say.” Morgan said through his gritted teeth.

“No it isn't. I'm a pervert surrounded by four hot naked boys.” I said. “You have to ground to stop counting.”

“Okay. Okay. Ow! Ouch! That smarts.” Morgan gasped. “Now what? Two moments. The blow. The pause. One. Two. One. Two. One. Holy crap it's working.”

“Don't think about it working or not working.” I said as a further six blows fell. “Ground. One. Two. Ground. One. Two. Until you stop counting. Dammit!”

My son granted my request to keep the spanking going when I felt him begin to falter and the blows ease up. You can get through twelve more I assured him. Adam promised his ass would be ready for Morgan. Between smacks I told Tim he'd better feed me his cock the moment Dylan stopped. The two sweet lads got into place on the bed in front of us. Dylan dropped the paddle and just stood there. I guessed he was looking at how red he'd made Morgan's ass.

“Stay grounded until I tell you to let go Morgan.” I said tossing Morgan up behind Adam. “One. Two. In. Out.”

Reaching around I tossed Dylan on the bed. Lifting his legs I drove my cock as far inside him as I could. I brought my hand firmly across his balls. The pain snapped him out of his shock and he cried out. I stayed in him as his body writhed in pain. Then I gulped down Tim's cock. I squeezed Tim's right cheek hard enough to get him to cry out. Morgan glanced across at me and smiled.

“Rohan this is fucking great!” Morgan said. “Tim he's taught me how to be a proper bastard.”

“We'll settle up soon Dad.” Adam promised looking up at me as he lay pinned beneath Morgan.

I held up my hand for a high-five from Morgan who was taking Adam just as I was fucking Dylan. Knowing I had to do healing on Morgan soon I wasn't disappointed when we all started climaxing within minutes of the spanking ending. Even the two who got a head start came soon after the three of us.

“Tim. Adam. Get Dylan in the shower. Be ready to take care of us when we get there.” I said helping them down from the bed. “Somebody toss me the cream please. Morgan it will hurt like nothing you've ever felt before in about five or ten minutes. I'll work on five. Don't worry.”

Catching the cream I quickly applied a liberal amount over the cherry red surface of Morgan's ass. Normally I'd have taken my time to enjoy the heat and feel of his flesh in my hand. This was Morgan's first time in going this far. He'd received a very sound thrashing. The equal of most maintenance spankings I'd given Adam. Until I had time to teach him how to diffuse the pain and find the pleasure in it I had to rely on energy healing and the cream. I spent fifteen minutes working on Morgan's ass. Another layer of cream got sandwiched between the energy healing.

“We'll see how you feel after the shower.” I said. “Now Morgan it's important you release the grounding slowly. Gently and slowly bring your awareness back to the room. You may feel some pain. Don't resist or run back to the grounding. You'll have to trust me. I don't have time to explain tonight. We can chat later this week.”

“Rohan if you ask me to experience the pain there must be a good reason.” Morgan said. “I trust you. Of course it hasn't started to hurt yet. Was my ass gotten good?”

“Very good.” Tim said. I looked up to see the three of them standing a few feet away. “We finished our shower and didn't want to miss Morgan's bravery.”

“Bernadette will be very impressed.” Adam said. “She may even want to give your butt a thank you kiss for inspiring you to such bravery.”

“Never mind my bravery somebody kissing it better will be nice.” Morgan said. “Ah, there's the pain. Breathe into it? That hurts more. Okay. I'll relax. This isn't easy you know.”

“Morgan I know.” I said with a smile. “You're doing a lot better than most adults. Juliet will be incredibly proud.”

“Oh well that makes it all worthwhile.” Morgan said. “The sex we just had made it more than worthwhile Adam. Please come here and kiss me Dylan. No need to feel bad about being such a good getter of good ass. We won't linger too long Rohan. Why don't you let the other two bathe you while I hug Dylan for a bit? I'll be in before they finish with you.”

The scurvy knave kept his word and came walking in just before Adam and Tim started rinsing me off. Nobody mentioned we'd dawdled and would have been just about to rinse me off no matter how long they'd taken. After our shower I tucked Adam and Morgan in. Then I had Dylan give me a hand tucking Tim in the center of our bed. He liked his position of authority. Especially when I told him not to fall asleep.

“Come with me Dylan.” I said leading him out the room.

“Don't you ever stop?” Charles said entering the kitchen where Dylan was making hot chocolate and I was doing some energy work on him. “Yes we'd love a mug. Thank you, Dylan.”

“Rohan it's hard to sleep when you visit.” Griogair said. “I keep wondering what you're up to. Thank you for the hot chocolate Dylan.”

“We're celebrating Dylan giving Morgan the soundest thrashing he's ever had.” I said.

“Ah, that explains the pale complexion.” Charles said taking a seat at the kitchen table. “Dylan let Rohan finish making the other hot chocolate. Grab a mug and join us. Did you know I was an officer in the artillery? I was in charge of a group of anti-tank guns. One day they set up a training exercise. We were to take out the enemy guns set up on a hill across a valley. My first salvo landed just behind the guns. These guns got fired by remote control because we were using live ammunition. Some scarecrows represented the enemy solders.

My first salvo landed just behind them. You see I wanted to scare them into retreating or surrendering. The thought of wiping them out completely didn't sit well with me. This changed when the first round of shells came over from the other guns. The shrapnel was rubber pellets. Hard rubber pellets. Thankfully their shells were a little too high but a few pellets bounced back towards us and really stung. I got struck by two or three. My next round of cannon fire cleared the hill completely.

My CO, commanding officer, told me afterward to consider how many men we'd have lost if the guns had fired a round on our soldiers advancing across the field. One wasted salvo would have allowed them to get off a round. I realized I was responsible for more than just my gun crew. A lot of people were counting on me to get it right. To do my best without hesitation. When I offered to resign my commission my CO told me the good officers feel this way every time. That's why they have training exercises. I stayed a captain.

Your dad doesn't like to draw first blood but he knows pulling a blow could lead to his opponent relaxing too much and getting hurt in a real fight. A few cuts and that monk or nun learns to pay attention pretty quickly. Some of them don't believe we will draw blood in a training bout. They also learn to fight with these wounds. They learn to go about their day despite being sore and hurt. This teaches them to concentrate when in pain.

Tonight you believe you might have gone too far. Did Rohan ask Morgan to ground and focus on this moment? This one strike of the paddle? We use a similar technique in our weapons training. Consider what Morgan has learned. He has confidence he can handle a lot of pain. Now he knows how to set it aside even when he has taken a solid beating. One day he might get in a fight and even if he gets hit it won't stop him because you pounded him harder and longer than any opponent ever will. He took it and walked away. Can you imagine how much more confidence Morgan will have thanks to you standing your ground? I think we will find it surprising how much he has changed.”

“Consider that your dad was there to keep all of you safe.” Griogair added. “The three of us know he was keeping as close a watch on you as he was on Morgan. This is something that will give you an edge when you start training with Brother Michael. You won't hesitate to strike. The three of you will know how to deal with pain and if you get wounded in a bout you will be surprisingly good in the next one. People will underestimate you. They will think you are going to react like they did when they got wounded. Think of their surprise when you don't. Never think your bedroom games are just about the kinky sex. No matter how good it is. You do enjoy the sex, I hope.”

“Yes it's incredible. Especially when we are crying.” Dylan said with a smile. “Thank you for chatting with me. I will think about what you had to say.”

“Do it tomorrow.” Charles said. “Right now it's getting late and you have hot chocolate to deliver to Tim.”

“He'll scold us.” Dylan said with a grin as we headed upstairs. “Dad he has every reason to scold us. The cookies might help.”

“Of course I'm still awake.” Tim said. “You don't think I'd go to sleep without my hot chocolate and cookies did you? I can't imagine why you would think I'd stay up to make certain Dylan was okay. My Love I know you wouldn't let him go to sleep without making it right.”

“I think you are learning the same bad habit as my dad and trying to hide how much of a nice guy you are.” Dylan said climbing into bed next to Tim. “I promise not to tell if you give me a kiss. This time it was Charles and Griogair who helped make it right for the cost of a hot chocolate.”

“Good. Well we'd better drink this quickly and get some rest.” Tim said. “We have an early morning.”