Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 04:01:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Puer Amore Subject: Tornado Warning PT 17 Attached TORNADO WARNING PT 17 By Barry pueresamo@yahoo.com Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly more than coincidence. Readers of this story should be familiar with my story: Forgive me, Jody, as particulars from that story are recounted here. ----------------------------- All Rights Reserved -------------------------- After breakfast, Damian and I took care of the clean up chores, while Danny and Lance joined Travis to soak up some early morning Sun. "Thanks for letting me stay for a few days, Barry. I'm really enjoying myself, and, as I have said before, I understand why my Daddy loved you so much. You are a very special person. So are the other guys... David, Travis and Danny. I've never encountered a relationship like you guys have. It's marvelous," Damian said. "Your Daddy was a very special person, Damian. I always have considered that, somehow, he directed David and Travis to come to me. We sometimes refer to him as Ganymede...and I chant `Thank You, Ganymede' for sending me these angels to care for. Your Daddy was an angel, too, Damian. Never let anyone dissuade you from that notion...your Daddy was an angel. I loved him and still love him beyond words," I assured him. "My Mom doesn't have many kind things to say about him. She's been brainwashing me since I was little, to hate him and you. My initial thought in coming here was to confront you about the situation my Mom described to me, but she was lying to me all along. Over time, she made a number of mistakes, telling me contradictory stories about those days and how she became pregnant with me. Eventually, I began to question her stories, and thus my trip became a fact-finding mission. My Grand Daddy enlightened me to the truth surrounding my Daddy getting my Mom pregnant under force." Damian explained. "I don't know why your Mom would harbor such animus for me, Damian. She's never met me... she knows nothing about me, or about Jody's relationship with me." I stated "She hates you, Barry, cause my Daddy loved you so much, and not her. I told you he called your name through his tears as Mike forced him to have sex with my Mom. She's never forgotten it. I guess, in a strange way, I'm grateful to Mike...I wouldn't exist had he not forced my Daddy to have sex with my Mom. It's a strange emotion." "Felix Culpa, huh?" I suggested. "What?" Damian asked with a smile "It's Latin, Damian. It means `Happy Fault' ...it's a term used to indicate that, mysteriously, sometimes, wonderful things come from a fault or a sin." I explained. "Oh." Damian replied. "Mike was certainly at fault for coercing your Daddy to engage your Mom sexually, against his will...but just look at the glorious result, a most wonderful thing, indeed." I said. I went on: "You are that wonderful thing, Damian. Wonderful indeed. At first I couldn't look at you without seeing your Daddy... you could be his clone. Over the days, however, now I see you for yourself... and I like what I see. Jody would be so very proud...indeed, for those of us who believe in the `communion of Saints' and accept the notion that our departed loved ones are separated from us physically only, but are among us in reality, I'm sure your Daddy IS very proud of you...perhaps he sent you to me, as well." I suggested. Damian smiled and looked at me: "Thank You, Ganymede!" he chanted. "In your case, dear Damian, you could chant `Thank you, Daddy." I suggested. Damian smiled and nodded. I put a fresh pot of coffee to brew, and as it did, I explained in more detail my friendship with Chad and the profound sadness I feel at losing him. Damian spread his arms and moved for me to move into his embrace. I complied. As he hugged me to console me, I took in a large sample of the smell of his hair. It was Jody's smell. Physically, he was Jody, but, of course, he had his own soul and was his own person. Still, so much about him reminded me of his Daddy. "Damian?" I said, as he still held me in his embrace. "Yes, Barry." He replied, releasing me from his embrace to look me in the eyes. "I want you to know and never doubt that you are welcome here, and that we will help you in any way we can... and that we feel is best for you. I know your Daddy would want me to help you...but even more importantly, you have become a friend to us and we will be here for you...you can count on it. Do you understand?" I asked. "I do, Barry, I sensed it. I was concerned, at first that Danny, in particular would NOT accept me, for fear I would try to replace him in your group... but I think he understands that I would not do such a thing. I want you guys to love me... but I don't expect your love for me to be more than as a close friend." Damian explained. "Danny is not yet secure in his position within our group. He's the newest. It is probably my fault...I try to reassure him constantly that he never needs to be jealous of anyone else that we hold in our affection, but he's still coping with it all." I suggested. "I understand, Barry. I'd be exactly the same way, if I were in Danny's position. I wouldn't want to lose you to anyone or find my position in the group diminished in any way. You guys have something very special going... I've never seen anything like it." Damian explained. "Danny has nothing to be concerned about...he's one of us. Nothing can change that. He'll come to understand that in time and stop worrying... he's young." I said. "Hell, Barry, He's my age, he's not a baby, but I understand what you're saying. He'll be comfortable with his position in time." Damian retorted. "He's especially jealous of his twin brothers...they are, as you know, very aggressive in the expression of their affections... or better said...their passions." I chuckled. "That's for sure." Damian chuckled, in agreement. I nodded and, observing that the coffee had finished brewing, removed the thermal carafe to the patio tray along with some cups, enough for us each, and bade Damian to follow me to the patio. We arrived in the warmth of the sunlight on the patio, and Damian remarked, having prepared himself a cup of coffee: "I think I'll take in some of that Vitamin D." Referring to the morning Sunshine. "I could use a little of that, myself, Damian. Just remember, it's Texas Sunshine, it can burn you to a crisp, and do so before you realize it." I said. "I'm learnin' that, Barry. I'll be careful." Damian said. "I'll be your timer, Damian, and join you on one of the lounge chairs...I need to maintain my tan, you know." I chuckled. Before we left the shade of the Canopy, Damian spoke up: "Guys, I want to thank you for welcoming me the way you have. You have something very special...unique...I've never seen anything like it." He went on: "I have explained this to Danny, cause I sensed he was concerned that I might try to intrude into your relationship. I just want to say that I would NEVER do that, I want to love you each, and hope you will love me in return, but I don't expect to be more than a good friend, so please don't worry about me being here. I am NO threat!...OK?" Travis spoke first: "Thanks for the reassurance, Damian, but I had no such concern. I know you are no threat...NO ONE could be. We are coming to love you as a friend, even a dear friend. You can be assured of that." Danny chimed in: "I was scared shitless...I admit it. I was afraid you might take my place. You are Gorgeous! Anyone can see that...why wouldn't I be worried?" "Because, Silly, our relationship is NOT based on looks." Travis inserted. "And if it were, Danny, you'd certainly have nothing to be concerned about. You are the gorgeous one." Damian reinforced. "Thanks, guys. Anyway, Damian, after you explained all this to me earlier, I stopped worrying about it. So, I'm happy you feel welcomed among us... you are our friend." Danny explained. "I love you, too, Damian. I slept better than I ever have last night when you were holding on to me. I hope you love me too. These guys love me and I love them...do you love me, Damian? Lance interjected. "I sure do, Lance. How could anyone Not love you?" Damian said with a smile. Lance smiled widely. "Want to get rid of that boner, Lance?" Damian asked...pointing at Lance's usual erect penis. Lance smiled again and said, simply: "Hell Yeah!" "From the looks of the precum drooling from the head of your dick, I'd say you need to cum first...RIGHT?" Damian chuckled. "Will you help me?" Lance asked. "Sure. How would you like it?" "Will you suck me?" Lance requested. "I'd be happy to." Damian replied. Damian left my side to walk to the reclining lounge chair where Lance was lying. He went to his knees at the side of the recliner and reached to take Lance's eager penis into his hand to position it for his mouth. As soon as Damian had Lance's penis in his grasp, Lance shot, not semen, but precum directly up and into the air. "Whoa...where did you have that waiting?" Damian laughed. Lance shrugged in response. Damian turned to me and stated: "I've never seen anyone actually shoot precum into the air like that...how the Hell does he do it?" "I don't know...he must have unusually large Cowper's glands...we marvel at him always." I said. "What kind of glands?" Damian asked. "Cowper's glands. They are the glands which produce precum... or Cowper's fluid, as it is more correctly called. There are two of them at the base of the penis and each is, normally the size of a green pea. In Lance's case, perhaps they are larger... I don't know, but he sure can produce the stuff in copious amounts, as you just saw." I explained. "Damned sure can. Look, it landed all over his stomach and chest." Damian observed. "You guys want some?" Lance offered. "Sure would!" I declared, without hesitation, but let's wait till it mixes with your ejaculation, then we can enjoy the whole recipe." I suggested. "OK." Lance replied. "Save some for us, Damian." I requested. "No problem." Damian promised. As Damian positioned Lance's happy penis for his mouth, it continued to spit precum from its meatus into the air. It painted Damian's cheeks and lips as He opened his mouth to accept it into his mouth. Finally, Damian had Lance captured in his mouth. He began a slow fellatio upon Lance, who responded by closing his eyes to concentrate upon the coming attraction of his ejaculation... pun intended. As Lance's scrotum began to retract, Lance arched his back slightly into the ejaculation. Damian responded by placing his hand on Lance's abdomen and caressing it, as if coaching the ejaculation to begin. Lance's scrotum retracted completely and he made a slight shiver against Damian's hand as he proclaimed: "I'm Cumming, guys...Uh...Uh..." Lance unloaded into Damian's eager mouth. Lance's ejaculatory spasms were so powerful I thought they might lift him entirely off the lounge chair. His abdomen was contracting in unison with the expansion of his urethra as he pumped his glorious cum into Damian. Lance's ejaculation was its usual protracted event...with probably a dozen or so spasms. Damian took it all in, as best he could, with only a small amount dribbling down his chin and onto his chest. Holding the last mouthful of Lance's cum in his mouth, Damian rose to bend over Lance and allow Lance's hot cum to drip onto Lance's chest and stomach to mix with the precum waiting there. Damian used his fingers to mix the two fluids, into a pearly delight. He turned and spoke: "Dessert is served!" Travis, Danny, and I wasted no time in joining Damian at Lance's side to partake of this precious nectar. As always, it was delicious. We greedily gobbled it up, leaving nothing behind but a sticky torso for Lance, who didn't seem to mind. When all had been `served' Damian spoke to Lance: "OK, Lance, let's take care of that hard-on." Lance turned to his side and rose from the lounge, knowing he'd have to change places with Damian to be able to sit on Damian's penis. Damian lay down on the lounge, his penis already erect from the `dessert' experience and producing its own precum. Lance squeezed a large portion of Damian's precum onto his hand and then used it to lubricate Damian's penis for penetration, into his hot little ass. Damian's penis gleamed in the Texas Sunlight with his own precum, as he placed both hands behind his head to make himself fully available to Lance. Lance straddled Damian, his knees on the lounge cushion on either side of Damian's butt. Lance reached between his own legs, took Damian's penis at its base and positioned it for insertion into his rectum. He sat slowly upon Damian's penis, until it fully disappeared into his rectum. He rose up slightly, searching for the `sweet spot' to allow Damian's glans to place the necessary pressure for Lance's erection to subside. After a couple minutes, Lance's erection began to go soft. After a couple more minutes, it had become flaccid. A rare sight, indeed, it was, to see Lance in a flaccid state. "If you want to come in me, Damian, go ahead. I love it when you do." Lance invited. "Thought you'd never ask, Lance. Will you get me off?" Damian asked. "Sure...just lay there. I'll do all the work. Damian complied. Lance began raising and lowering his butt on Damian's penis. Soon I could see Damian's scrotum retract. "Uh...Uhh...Uhhh... I'm gonna cum guys." Damian announced. Lance continued to raise and lower himself for the duration of Damian's ejaculation. Each time he raised hi butt to expose Damian's penis a bit, some of the cum it had been swimming in inside Lance's rectum would flow down Damian's shaft and onto his balls. I knew that cum had to be hot as Hell, if for no other reason than it had been held in Lance's hot little butt for enough time to respond to his heat. When Damian had finished with his ejaculation, the rest of us gathered around the scene to wait for Lance to rise from Damian's penis and allow us a taste. He reluctantly did. Damian's residual cum was still issuing from his meatus and running down his shaft. I took Damian's penis into my hand and held it long enough to place it in my mouth and accept a quotient of it. Then I removed it from my mouth and held it for Danny to do the same. He repeated my action to feed some of Damian's precious cum to Travis, who also pushed the remaining residual cum along Damian's perineum and to his meatus, whereupon Travis licked it onto his tongue. "Good to the last drop?" Damian chuckled "Damned sure is." Travis smiled back. Damian nodded, and waited patiently until he was sure we had had our fill. Travis, still holding Damian's penis at its base, looked up at him and invited: "How about some laps?" "Great...I could use the practice...will you coach me?" Damian said. Sure...C'mon Danny you and Lance...let's all get in the pool." Travis called out. "Sunscreen, Guys...Sunscreen!" I reminded. While Travis rubbed Sunscreen on each of the others, I poured a fresh cup of coffee and sat at the table under the canopy. The splashes occurred in unison as the boys jumped into the water simultaneously. As I took the first sip of my coffee, the phone rang. God! I thought to myself...I hope it's not Anne. I'm so damned mad at her for having Chad cremated... The second ring distracted me from my thoughts, and I reached behind me to answer it. "Hi, Barry. I assume that Lance is still with you guys...Right?" Mitch opened the conversation. "Of course, Mitch. He's here, safe and sound... though thoroughly wet. He's in the pool with the others. Should I call him to the phone?" I reported. "No, that's OK. I just needed to make sure he was where we assumed him to be." Mitch replied. "He's fine, Mitch... is something wrong?" I asked. "Damned sure is, Barry. The house was broken into while we were in Ft. Worth. It's pretty much ransacked. The police are here, doing their police-thing...fingerprints and all that stuff." Mitch began to explain. "Oh my God!" I replied. "I know, Barry. God, we're so glad we allowed Lance to stay with you guys. He might have been hurt...or God knows what, had he still been here. Barry, do you mind if he stays till the police finish what they are doing?" Mitch requested. "Of course he may stay, Mitch. I had planned to take him with us for dinner this evening at our favorite restaurant. Of course he's welcome to be here for as long as you or he wants. I didn't expect you to be home till this evening, anyway, Mitch." I said. "We wouldn't have, but the alarm was set-off and the alarm company called my cell phone." Mitch explained. "My God!" I repeated. "This has taught me and the wife a lesson, Barry. She travels a lot on business and I work crazy hours, including wining and dining clients late into the evening. Lance is at home many evenings. Thank the stars he wasn't home last night. The wife and me will have to find somewhere for him to be, in the future, till I can pick him up on my way home." He went on: "We can't take a chance on him being here alone any longer." I was champing at the bit to speak. "Look Mitch... we've become very fond of Lance, as you know. He's certainly welcome to be here on nights as you describe, when you get home late, and the wife's on business. We would be delighted for him to be here with us. He can stay in the guest bedroom, as he did last night. He'll be safe and among those who love him. Please consider that option...Seriously, Mitch, we enjoy the little guy, and would be happy to have him here." I explained. "He's very fond of you guys, too, Barry. He speaks of you guys lovingly and all the time. We don't want to impose, though...he might wear out his welcome, and that would be a shame." Mitch retorted. "Tell you what, Mitch...if it turns out that he wears out his welcome, I promise to deliver him back home immediately, if you or the wife are there to receive him. I mean it. I don't think there's a chance in Hell that he could wear out his welcome...but I promise, that I'll send him home to you if he does...so what do you say? Please let him stay with us anytime he would otherwise be home alone...Please." I begged. "You sure it will be OK with the other guys?" Mitch asked. "Of Course!" I assured him. "Well...OK. I'll double check with the wife, but I think she'll appreciate your offer. She knows how much Lance loves you guys. So unless you hear from me to the contrary, consider this a big YES!...we'd rest easy knowing that Lance is safe with you guys." He continued: "The wife and me love him a lot, of course, though neither of us are very open with our affections. I don't know, sometimes, how we worked up the affection it took to conceive Lance, but we do love him and try to show him our love by providing him with pretty much everything he asks for. You guys gave him the best present of all... you figured out how he can spend, at least some of his time, without his raging erection. We will be ever grateful for that." Mitch concluded. "Well, I guess it is Yes... Oh, of course... that's if Lance wants it that way. I'm assuming that he will... but I'd better ask him. It affects him, and he should have some say in the matter." I said. "Are you kidding? He'd move in with you guys permanently, if he thought he could. I understand, Barry. You can ask him about it, but I think I can safely assume that he'll jump at the opportunity." Mitch said. He went on: "I don't know how long the cops will be here, Barry. Can he stay with you guys again tonight?" Mitch asked. "Of course, Mitch, he's always welcome here, as I said before." "Thanks, Barry. You guys are the greatest." Mitch said. "Thanks, Mitch. We consider Lance a blessing and relish the time he spends with us." "Thanks, again, Barry. I know you guys mean a lot to Lance, as well. You can send him home tomorrow. The wife is in town this week, working locally from her office, so he'll only be alone during the daytime hours...he should be safe. He can lock himself in his room. He always does that when he's alone, anyway." Mitch said. "As you wish, Mitch, but why not let him stay until you or the wife gets home, then call us, and we'll deliver him to the door. Danny just got his license, and is perpetually eager to find any excuse to drive anywhere at any time." I reported. "That'll work, too, Barry. Thanks so much. Our careers provide us with the financial resources to provide handsomely for Lance, but the cost of it is that we don't get to spend much time with him. He and we have grown accustomed to it...but I think he knows we love him." Mitch concluded. "Anyway, Mitch, don't worry, Lance is here with us, safe and sound. We'll keep him that way until you call for him to come home...OK?" I concluded. "Thanks again, Barry, from me and the wife." I'll talk to you tomorrow, then." Mitch concluded our call. --CLICK— The phone went dead. I went to poolside and called to Lance: "Lance could you join me for a moment here on the deck, please? Your Dad just called and I need to tell you something." He looked at me strangely, wondering why he needed to get out of the pool to receive his Dad's words...still he complied. Lance exited the pool and walked to stand directly in front of me. Water was still dripping from his amazingly flaccid penis onto the KoolDeck. "Lance, your Daddy called to inform us that your house was broken into last night." Lance's mouth flew open and his jaw dropped. "Are they OK?" Lance asked "Yes, sweetheart, they are both fine. The alarm was set off and they called your Dad in Ft. Worth, so they returned in response to the alarm. The police are there taking fingerprints and such. Your Dad would like you to stay here again tonight, and not be underfoot while the police are doing their thing. Is that acceptable to you?" I asked. "Hell Yeah!" Lance replied. "There's more." I added. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "Your Dad and Mom are now concerned about you being at home alone in the future and have said it's OK if you want to stay here with us anytime you'd otherwise be at home alone. Is that also acceptable to you?" I explained. Lance smiled widely and moved to hug me tightly. His hug sent a shiver up me, as his glorious body was still cold from the water...still I hugged him in return. The others were taking this all in. Lance looked up at me and said: "God, Guys, this is a prayer come true. You don't know...how could you... I try to be the good little soldier my folks expect me to be, but it has always scared the crap out of me to be at home alone...maybe I'm just a big pussy... but I get really scared lots of nights. I lock my bedroom door and turn on the alarm system...and all that stuff, like my Daddy has taught me...but I still get scared, especially in storms. Am I just a pussy?" "If you are, then so am I, Lance. Thunder and Lightning scare the crap out of me, too. I go running, even at my age, to jump into Barry's arms when I hear Thunder... in fact, you can ask Barry, it's how we first met." Danny explained. "Really?" Lance said, looking inquisitively at Danny. "HELL YES!" Lance laughed. "So, it's settled then, Lance, you can stay here at any time you would otherwise be home alone. I would never be able to sleep at night, anyway, now, if I knew you at home alone." I explained. "Barry's such a worry-wart." Travis said with a smile. "Guilty as Charged...I know it...I am a worrier...I admit it." I said with a smile. Lance hugged me again...depositing a large quotient of his Sunscreen onto my front. I decided to take advantage of it. So I hugged Lance for a long time and then pointed at the water. He took the cue and jumped back in. I joined the guys in the water and found it welcoming. I'm a pretty good swimmer, having Travis coach me to rid myself of some poor strokes and techniques. This is in stark contrast to my swimming prowess when I was a child. I was so skinny and devoid of body fat that I would immediately sink to the bottom as soon as I jumped in...much to my father's amusement. He taught me to swim well enough to not drown but I never approached his skills, as a former Navy Frogman... he could swim like a dolphin. He worked and worked with me as a kid, till I finally got good enough not to drown... and I always enjoyed swimming with him. He was the kind of man for which the word gentle-man must have been coined. He was a manly man...a man's man, as it were, but he was, simultaneously, as gentle as a lamb. I always knew how fortunate I was that he was my Dad. All these thoughts raced through my mind as I dove into the water and swam along the bottom of the pool to emerge at the other end. I broke the water to applause from Travis. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...I know...you taught me well." I said, as water dripped from my hair onto my shoulders and down my face. He only smiled. After a few laps, I decided to get back out and leave the water to the guys. I wanted to collect my thoughts and formulate my request for Roosevelt to do a bit of research for me into the question of how many U.S. Citizens die, as did Chad, at the hands of someone who thumbed his nose at our Immigration Laws and entered the country illegally. After sunning myself to dry off, I took to the shade under the canopy, and began to jot down some notes. `Magnanimous Morons' ...that was to be the article's title. As I continued to make my notes, Danny got out of the water and dried himself off and joined me at the table. I knew something must be on his mind. He wasted no time asking in a low voice, so as not be overheard: "Where will Lance sleep?" "Most nights, at home, sweetie... they'll call for him once one of them gets home in the evening. On evenings that he stays the night, he'll use the guest room. Is there a problem?" I asked. "Not really... I just don't want him..." Danny began. "Danny... he's no threat...you know that. Even if he slept with us he'd constitute no threat...but I have in mind that on those evenings when he stays the entire night, it will be in the guest room as it was last night. Please don't worry about Lance, he's our friend, after all." I said. "He still has a crush on me... and I just thought that if he slept with me... well, you know." Danny continued, still in a low tone of voice. "There's nothing to worry about, my beautiful Danny. I think Lance may have transferred his crush to Damian anyway." I winked at Danny. "Maybe." Danny replied. Danny was watching me make my notes: "Twisted Charity?' What does that mean? "Well, Sweetie, I'm going to try to explain that the notion of Christian Charity is very easily misidentified with Marxism...and how we've deceived ourselves into tolerating some things that we, perhaps should have never tolerated. Furthermore that people have made themselves unwitting participants in the deaths of many American Citizens by turning a blind eye to the invasion that's been occurring in this country for a very long time now. I'm not innocent, either... I'm one who turned a blind eye, like so many others until it all came home to me with Chad's death." "I have no idea what the H you are talking about, Barry...but it sounds like you're cooking up another great article." Danny said. "Well, Sweetie, Marxism is a political philosophy that is embraced by Socialists and Communists, but in my opinion, is deeply flawed and has been the downfall of many nations. There are many in this country that clamor for the U.S. to embrace it, as well. In many ways, we have... or if not embrace, at least give it tacit approval." "What is this Marxism philosophy, Barry? I've heard the term, but I don't really know the meaning." Danny offered. "Well, its principal thrust sounds very intriguing, on its face, but it's really a convolution of something better recognized as Charity." I began "Slow down, Barry...I'm trying to understand all this." Danny remarked. "OK, Danny. I'll use you as a sounding board...if I can make sense of this to you, perhaps I can do the same with my readers." I stated. I began: "The fundamental tenet of Marxism might best be stated as ` From those according to their means...to those according to their needs." "Sounds good." Danny replied. "It does indeed, Sweetie. When such a transfer of wealth occurs voluntarily, it is simple Christian Charity... a noble thing, indeed. When it is forced to happen by coercion or force of law, it stops being Charity and becomes theft. Marxism, essentially, uses the force of law to achieve wealth transfer in the name of Socialism...or social justice. As Margaret Thatcher was famous to say, however, `The problem with Socialism is that you eventually run out of someone else's money'." It always ends that way, and the societies that have embraced it always, to my knowledge, descend to a plateau of equality, as Socialism promises...BUT...at the lowest common denominator, equal poverty for all." "To Hell with that, then." Danny said. "Indeed. But our willingness to allow our wage base and standard of living to be eroded by a combination of Globalist thought and unfettered Illegal Immigration will, if left to its own devices, destroy the U.S. as we have known it. I have truly come to believe it. We have surrendered our National Sovereignty to those forces who deem it Charitable, in the best American tradition, to allow millions of people to come here, unrestrained and in numbers that cannot be sustained...it will, and is, destroying us. No one wants to speak up about it, for fear of being called a racist or having some other such epithet hurled at him or her. Still, the truth is the truth...and we'd better decide if we really intend to remain a sovereign nation ...and we'd better decide it pretty damned soon." "Really?" Danny asked. "I think so, Sweetie. I really do." I continued: "There are many Chads...many...and I'm going to have Roosevelt to do some research to tell me just how big the problem really is. How many US citizens have been killed at the hands of others who are in our country illegally... I'm almost afraid to hear the answer." "There were a bunch in my old school, Barry." Danny offered. "In all our schools, even more in our prison system, Sweetie. That's part of the issue...no one wants to deny something as basic as an education to any child... And we must incarcerate murders and other felons to protect our community...but sooner or later, these numbers will bankrupt us. So, we can watch our community get flushed down the toilet to feign Charity and we can call ourselves Magnanimous in our acceptance of any and all...or we can grow a set, and stand up to this invasion...for that is truly what it is. We are truly Morons, and Chad is dead as a result." "We must turn our backs on these Marxist ideas or we'll be kissing the U.S. goodbye." I concluded. "You're scaring me, Barry." Danny declared. "Me too, Baby... I have finally stopped the mental masturbation, turning a blind eye to the devil in the house. We can't let this go on." I went on: "Sorry if I scared you, Danny. It wasn't my purpose to do so. Still, we're are at a pivot point, in my opinion, and we don't have much time to react." Danny sat there for a few minutes and finally said: "This is too scary...I don't want to give up my country...my Daddy is in Iraq fighting for it. It's not fair to him and the soldiers who fight for us, to surrender the country while they are distracted over there... DAMMIT..." "I'll read the article, Barry... in the meantime...I'm going back in the pool." Danny smiled. --SPLASH— The afternoon passed with the inclusion of a light lunch. I didn't want the guys to dampen their respective appetites before we found ourselves at Trey. However, when Danny's stomach began to growl, Travis prepared an extra snack for him. At last we found ourselves at Trey. Although I had forewarned Trey about Damian, and how much he resembled his daddy, Trey's mouth fell open when he saw Damian for the first time. He looked at me in complete amazement. I could only nod in reply. Once we were seated in our usual spot in the little room by the kitchen, Trey came to our table to greet us, personally. He gave the most attention to Damian and Lance, whom he had not met before. "Welcome ALL!... you have to be Damian. I'm delighted to have you here. Your Daddy was very dear to me... it's a special honor to have his son sitting here, thank you for coming." "The pleasure is all mine, Trey. I've heard many wonderful things about you from Barry, and my taste buds are doing handsprings in anticipation." Damian smiled. "God... you have your Daddy's smile, too." Trey said, turning to me for concurrence. "I told you, Trey...he could be Jody's clone. It's really quite uncanny." I said. "Danny... always good to have you. Are you taking good care of Barry?" Trey chuckled. "I do my best, Trey." Danny smiled back. "And...who is this handsome young man?" Trey asked "This is our friend, Lance. He has blessed us with his presence tonight and visits us at the house frequently... he lives nearby. We have become very fond of him...he's a special boy." I announced. "All your angels have been, Barry. Did Ganymede send Lance to you as well?" Trey asked. "Perhaps. In any case, we're delighted to have him." "Then, so am I... Welcome, Lance." Trey said. Lance smiled and looked up at Trey: "Thanks Trey, you're really cool, just like Barry told me." Trey took each of our orders and quickly delivered our drinks, even a weak Bourbon & 7 for Lance, who seemed to handle it with no adverse effect. On my suggestion, Damian decided he'd give the Prime Rib a try. He Oooohed and Ahhhhed his way through it, finding it absolutely delicious. "I've never experienced anything like this, Barry. It's fabulous." Damian concluded. "You won't likely experience anything like it anywhere else, either, Damian. Trey is a true Master Chef... and...he doesn't share his recipes with anyone." I explained. "I can see why. I'd guard the recipe for the seasonings and everything for this with my life, if I was him." Damian observed. "And he does." Lance chuckled. Trey delivered fresh drinks for each of us and was carrying a small jewelers box on the same tray. I knew what he had in mind, as he had forewarned me when I placed the reservation. He placed each drink in front of its owner, and gathered the expended ones back onto the tray. He looked my way and winked. I knew he was about to address Damian. Trey turned to Damian: "Damian, I'd like very much to give you something I have held onto as a treasure since the unfortunate passing away of your father, Jody. It was his, and he kept it here, even as Barry and his other angels do now. I'd like you to have it now. It seems only right that you should now have it. I think Jody would want you to have it, as well." Damian looked inquisitively at Trey, as Trey removed the small box from the tray and placed it before Damian. Damian looked at the box for a few seconds, and then to me for approval to open it. I nodded. Damian slowly removed the cover of the box and took the item out of the box. It was still wrapped in tissue, the type that jewelers use. Damian slowly and carefully unwrapped the present to reveal Jody's 18 karat napkin ring, engraved with the name `JODY'. It glistened in the soft light of the room. Damian took the napkin ring into his hand and kissed it. "My Daddy used this...he held it in his hands, Trey?" Damian asked. Trey nodded. Tears began to stream down Damian's cheeks and he used his napkin to try to dab them away. It was of no use, his tears continued to issue from his eyes. "I never owned anything that was my Daddy's...NOTHING...Thank you Trey, you don't know how much this means to me." Damian exclaimed. "You should have it, Damian. I'm happy to make a gift of it to you. Treasure it as I have always done... that's all I ask." Trey remarked, obviously holding back his own tears. "I will, Trey...you need never worry about that. It was my daddy's. It's the only keepsake I have of him... something he actually held and used. It is a treasure, Trey, and I'll make sure it gets treated that way. I promise." Damian assured trey. "That's good enough for me." Trey said to Damian, and for us all to hear. I was impressed with Damian's tearful reaction. He never knew his Daddy, and hadn't before now, seemed all that interested in possessing anything that had been Jody's. Trey had really touched Damian's heart, and in a big way. "Well, then... how about some dessert?" Trey asked Trey left for the kitchen to gather up our desserts. Damian, looked up at me, tears still streaming from his eyes he turned from left to right and back again to me, looking into my eyes: "I love you guys. This is the best gift I've ever had in my life." "It was Trey who thought of it, Damian. You should give him a big hug and a kiss, when we leave...to show your gratitude." I suggested. Damian complied, and by the time we made our way to the car, for Danny to drive us home, Trey had been brought to tears by Damian's sweet show of affection. -------------------END PT 17----------------TORNADO WARNING------------------