Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 19:44:08 EDT
From: WhtWindWIf@aol.com
Subject: Relationships & Memories (part 5)

	Welcome to part 5.  I'm not going to mention that you should read
part 1 through 4 to understand the story (wait, I just did- that was a
paralipsis).

	This story is about sex between males... although that statement is
debatable.  If this is not legal in your area then something is wrong with
your area.  But if reading such material is not legal than turn your bum
around and leave.  If you're under 21, same deal.  If it offends you, well,
that's just too bad, isn't it?  You don't know what you're missing.  Ok,
enough of that.  What say we get down to it now?

	"What," I stammered out on the phone.  The man on the other end has
a soft voice but spoke very plainly.
	"Are you not Jason," asked the man.
	I began to realize who this was as I responded," Yes, this is Jason
Castle."
	"You should have gotten a letter informing you that I would call,"
he spoke again," I am Justin's lawyer.  My name is Kenneth."
	"Oh, right, yes."  A long pause existed between us.  I looked over
at Steven who was watching me while eating breakfast.
	"I'm not sure if you are aware that you are in Justin Castalino's
will," Kenneth had a refined sense of speech.
	I looked back at the letter lying at the table," Uh, sort of.
That's what it said in the letter, but I'm not exactly sure why."
	"Perhaps you should come over to my office.  It's easier to discuss
that matter in person than over the phone."
	"Sure, where are you?"  As Kenneth gave directions I began to write
them down although my mind still questioned why I was in his will.  "Uh,
Ocean View Ave?  Yeah, I know where that is."
	"Good, then we're all set.  Shall I see you around 1 o'clock?"
	"That's fine," I said as I looked at the clock.  I already knew
what time it was, but it's a psychological reflex.
	I could tell that Kenneth was smiling over the phone from the way
he spoke," All right than.  Goodbye, Jason."  The phone conversation
abruptly ended.  I hung up the phone and sat down at the table.  I began to
eat the rest of breakfast when I noticed Jason looking back at me.  I
didn't say anything and took a bite of my pancakes.
	After a short silence," Well?  Who was it?"
	"Uh, not that I think it matters, but it was Justin's lawyer."  I
wasn't sure if Steven had read the letter.
	"Oh, right.  I understand."  My suspicion had been answered.
	I carefully looked Steven has he began to eat," Why do you ask?"
	"No reason, I thought it might've been someone else... like
Marcus."
	I thought to myself," Damn, I forgot all about him."  Considering I
had more important matters to deal with it was acceptable.
	"That was a good meal," I said as I picked up my empty plate.
"Thanks, you should do it more often."
	"Sure, if my wallet allows."
	"You know, a job helps that little problem."  I put my plate in the
sink and remembered how clean the kitchen was.  I decided I might as well
wash it and then put it away.  After putting the plate in the cabinet I
picked up my car keys.  "I'm going to drive around for a bit, Steven."  I
wasn't exactly lying to him; I was going drive around a bit before I went
to the lawyers office.
	I shut the door to the apartment and walked to the car.  I sat in
the car and wasn't sure were I should go.  The coffee shop?  The bookstore?
The campus?  Paris?  Maybe I'll just drive and find out.  Be more
spontaneous, just not stupid by hiding in a liquor bottle.  I started the
car and just drove letting my instincts guide me.
	Eventually the car stopped.  I had stopped it, of course, but as I
was driving my mind wandered elsewhere.  This happens often, I start to
drive, my mind drifts, and I find myself somewhere I've been before.  It's
almost as if the car had a life it own, and drove here of it's free will.
I looked up at the sign.  ADULT BOOKSTORE AND NOVELTIES.  So that's where
my instincts guide me.  This was primarily a gay bookstore, and being
located in the gay district it's no wonder.  There was pink triangle
hanging in the window so you'd usually find gays lounging about.  I walked
in and heard the bells attached to the door jingle.
	"Hey, Jason.  Haven't seen you in a while," remarked a man behind
the counter.  I glanced at the salesperson," Yeah, Mark, been busy.  You
know how it is."  I thought about what Mark said.  It wasn't utterly
important, but when the people who work at a store know your name you must
come there often enough.  Had I been risen up to that status where it seems
I've had too much time on my hands and need to come to an adult bookstore?
	"Know how it is?  Not really," Mark joked.  I walked around the
bookstore stopping to admire the collection of teddy bears holding little
rainbow hearts.  I was starting to thinking about buying one.  But I
stopped myself wondering whom I would share this with.  It wasn't important
I had to share it with somebody, but it would have been nice.  I continued
through the store and noticed there were only 2 other people wandering in
the store.  I glanced quickly not to arouse their attention.  I didn't
recognize them.  As I stole another glance one of them looked nervous and
the other seemed flamboyant as he walked.
	"Amateurs," I whispered to myself.  The first man had to very much
closeted.  The second was fresh out of the closet, but tried to pretend he
was the biggest gay in the known universe and he'd been out for years.  I
continued my journey in the store ignoring the other two.  I picked up a CD
of soft sensuous music.  Fortunately, I had enough to buy it.  I began to
walk up to the counter.  Suddenly, I noticed the flamboyant man standing in
front of me.
	"You've got a cute ass," he looked down at me.
	I rolled my eyes," Were you born a moron, or did you have to go a
special school for that?"  I pushed my way past him.
	"Unsure of you sexuality, I understand."  Now he was taunting me.
Mark spoke up," Hey, if you don't stop harassing the customers I'm going to
have to ask you to leave."
	"Don't bother," he growled," I'm leaving."  After he stormed out I
walked up to the counter an handed the CD to Mark.
	"Do you always get such idiots," I asked.
	"Occasionally."  I handed over a $20 bill to Mark.  I looked at
Mark, I hardly remember speaking to him before.  He handed the change and
my CD back to me.  Mark looked at me as he spoke," That's a good CD, I've
listened to it a couple times."
	"Great, thanks."  I couldn't think of anything else to say.  How
many people strike up conversations with an adult bookstore clerk?  It just
didn't seem like the everyday conversation people have.  "See you later,
Mark."
	"Later."  As I headed towards the car I looked around.  There was a
gay bar nearby.  I thought about going in just to hang out and kill time,
but something stopped me.  I remember going there before with Justin.  I
tried to shake the memory from coming up.  Justin was gone, but I still
kept thinking about him.  It was impossible to stop, when memories are
recalled they don't stop until they are played through.
	"A gay bar," Justin asked me.
	"Yeah, come on it'll be fun," I led him by the wrist," trust me."
Justin laughed," Last time you said trust me I ended up with a watermelon
hidden under my shirt and a some woman chasing us."
	"Oh come on, that only happened once, and we had fun, didn't we?"
We stumbled into the bar hand in hand.  A couple faces turned around to
look at us with plain faces.  Seeing as Justin and I were together they
turned back around.  Most of the people were sitting alone drinking at the
bar.  "How about you sit over there," I pointed to a table, and I'll be
with thee in a sec."
	Justin sighed," Very well, then hurry thou's ass up."  I walked to
nearby wall where a jukebox sat.  After looking through the title selection
I decided upon "Only Time".  I sauntered back to the table and saw Justin's
back facing me as he sat down.  "Shall we dance," I reached over his
shoulder my arm caressing his neck and my hand glided down his chest.  His
hand gracefully touched mine and he rested his head on my arm.
	"Of course, my love," he got up and smiled at me.  We slow danced
and all the while are bodies constantly touched.  I never wanted the song
to end.  I could tell people we're staring but I didn't care.  The song did
end but we continued to hold each other rocking back and forth when Justin
kissed me softly.  I reopened my eyes and Justin still has his eyes closed.
He didn't want the song to end either.  I leaned and kissed him let my lips
spread.  As if anticipating my move Justin's lips had also parted accepting
my tongue.  We stayed like for a long period of time, but I can't be sure
on that.  Even a minute with Justin makes me feel like an eternity in
heaven.  Both of us began to look around.  It was dimly lit and had a musty
atmosphere.
		"Do you want to go somewhere else," I whispered in his ear.
Justin replied without hesitation," Goddess, yes!"  We quickly left and
giggled as we got into the car.  We never returned there.
	I found myself smiling as my memory ended and I was brought back to
earth.  I'm still sitting in the car staring off into space.  I started the
car and looked at the digital clock.  I was just about time for my
appointment with Kenneth.  I drove towards Ocean View Ave. and numerous
things along the way reminded me of Justin, but I tried to repress them.
It worked, because I was concentrating on more important things.  This
seemed like the only way to stop the memory flood.
	Finding the will, I got out of the car and walked up to 327 Ocean
View Ave.  It looked like a residential neighborhood, which intrigued me.
I knocked on the brown painted door.  I heard some shuffling around and
then a clicking sound as knob to the door turned.
	"Jason, I presume," Kenneth said as he held the door open.
	I stepped inside," Yes."
	"Would you like something to drink?"
	"No, thank you," I turned around," How did you know I was Jason?"
	He shut the door," Well, aside from being exactly on time, I knew
what you looked like from your picture."  I looked at Kenneth perplexed.
"Jason, be patient.  I will answer all your questions as soon as I explain
a few things."  Kenneth motioned for me to sit down in the living room and
I obeyed.  He sat across from me in another chair.  "First off, you
realized this is not an office.  I feel that they are too formal and I
rather do this in a comfortable atmosphere."  He paused.  "You are
comfortable, right?"  I nodded in agreement, not actually listening to what
he was saying.  Kenneth pulled out a sheet of paper from his briefcase that
was next to the chair.  "I have to read you what Justin has left you in his
will."  He began to read it in a very formal tone.

	In the event of my death I, Justin Castalino, do hear by leave
Jason Castle my
	estate and fortune estimated at over 147 million dollars.

	Kenneth stopped as soon as I stared wide-eyed at him.  I could not
formulate a sentence at this point.  Too many questions crowded my mind and
I felt like I was going to explode from the shock.  How did Justin
accumulate such a fortune?  Why is he giving it to me?  Other questions
about Justin's death and estate came to mind.
	"Shall I continue," Kenneth questioned as he looked to me.  He no
doubt could understand my surprise.  "Surprise" being the understatement of
the year.  Kenneth continued reading and I because I was still in a state
of total amazement I was only half-listening.  Justin has given me all that
he owned and also gave me Kenneth to be my lawyer.
	"Excuse me," I interrupted," I'm sure you don't know why he is
giving this money to me, but you might know how he has gotten such a large
fortune."
	Kenneth put down the will," Actually I know why he is giving it to
you."  He cleared his throat.  "He inherited most of the money from his
grandfather.  He had invested some in the stock market."
	"Do you know how he died?"  As soon as the words came out my mouth
I wished that I could have taken them back.  By Kenneth telling me, my mind
cannot help but visualize his death.  My mind would betray me at sometime
or another.  I almost feared what the cause of Justin death was.  Whatever
it was I was sure I wasn't going to like it.  Nothing could bring back
Justin anyway, so what was the use.
	"Car accident."  Kenneth didn't expand on that, which I was
grateful for.  I motioned for Kenneth to continue.  Kenneth had read the
remainder of the will and told me I'd have to sign a couple papers and he
would contact me later as soon as everything had been finalized.  I hardly
spoke as I signed the papers and left.  I got in my car and drove away.

The bookstore was quiet as usual.  I needed to clear my head and just
forget about the outside world for a while.  None of the books I passed by
interested me.  I had a fleeting idea to pick of book about one of the
Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes.  What was the point?  I'd seen them all.
I passed by the Astrology, New age, and Magickal Studies section and
noticed a book entitled: Reincarnation- Myth or Fact.  I decided against
it.  My search continued and I my body collided with something soft.
Another person.
	"I'm sorry," I said automatically without looking up," I wasn't
watching-" I stopped mid-sentence realizing who I was talking to.  The one
person I need to see.  Marcus.  Marcus looked at me and smiled," No, my
fault entirely.  But it's a coincidence seeing you here."  He readjusted
his glasses.
	"Yes, quite a coincidence, I guess.  I was just wandering around
looking for a book.  I guess it was obvious about the wandering part."
Marcus chuckled and I bit my lower lip.  I loved the way he laughed just
then.  It was so cute and... and je ne sais quois.  I had to hide the way I
was staring at him, but it was unbelievably difficult.  Marcus didn't say
anything for a moment.  Awkward silences are like torture for me.  Marcus
finally broke the silence easing my tension," Hey if you're not doing
anything, do you wanna get a cup of coffee or something, maybe."  The way
he said that was very passive but I could understand, this was only are
second time meeting each other.  The physics building was only glance.
	"Yeah, sure," I smiled.  Why the hell did I have to sound so eager?
Maybe now, I can find an answer to the question I've waiting to know.


	Well there you have it, part 5!  And took me long enough- I know, I
know.  Ah, our friend Marcus is back!  Ok, now, if you have any comments
please feel free to e-mail me.  I mean I'm looking at my work and sometimes
I wonder what the hell I was drinking that day.  Despite what the mail in
my mailbox tells me, it's not always good.  But that's not to say I don't
trust your comments, that's always good mail to receive!  But you get my
drift.
	All right, you little Nifty-archive readers the WhiteWolf has to
head out and get some real work done before he starts part... uh what are
we on... 6?  Yeah, but while I'm busy you have a chance to e-mail me at
		                 WhtWindWif@aol.com