Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 05:18:56 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On........... Part Three......

        All of the usual legal disclaimers apply if you should not be reading
this where you live please leave now.
    This is a true story.  Some Names and some Places have been changed due
to reasons of privacy. The Author is Terrence 'TJ' Julian with additional
input from Andrew van Ryan (I love you Andy!) - TJ Julian

		       Anything to Turn You On.....
			    By Terrence Julian
				 Part III

	After breakfast I noticed Andy was still pouring over the
newspaper.  I asked "What's so interesting in today's paper?  You've been
reading it all through breakfast."  He replied casually "I'm looking at
jobs.  I figure your Mother must be getting tired of supporting us by now".
"My Mother?!" I said "She isn't supporting us!"  He looked up from the
paper with a wrinkled brow and said "So where are you getting all this
money?  Did you rob a bank or something?"  "Why would I need to rob a bank?
I own three" I stated flatly.
	He stared at me while I removed the plates from the table.  He
watched me all the way to the kitchen sink and back.  I sat back down in my
chair and returned his stare.  "Seriously, TJ.  If your Mother isn't
supporting us, how can you afford to?" he asked.  "Andy, There's something
I haven't ever told you" I began nervously.  "Yes?" he asked cautiously.
	"When I turned eighteen I inherited my Fathers Estate" I started
explaining "He was one of the wealthiest men in Europe at the time of his
death.  Last November I came into more money than I could ever spend in my
lifetime.  The first thing I did was come to you.  The second thing I did
was to buy these two houses from Mother.  Not that I need more houses
really" Andrew sat staring without speaking so I continued "Andy, I'm
probably the wealthiest teen ager in the United States.  At my school in
Switzerland I knew two other boys that are richer than I am.  They're
Arabian Princes.  The point is you don't need to get a job.  We'll be fine"
He was still just staring at me with a blank expression.  "Andy? Are you
all right?"  I asked.  "fuck............" he said softly and turned to gaze
out the window.  He stared for a few minutes while I watched him.  Finally
he turned and looked at me.
	"Yes Andy?" I asked quietly.  "Fuck........." was all he said.  I
watched as he got up from the table picking up the newspaper he'd been
reading.  He padded his way across to the kitchen.  He turned to look back
at me and asked "So, you're sure you don't want me to get a job?"  I nodded
at him and with one quick movement he turned and stuffed the newspaper into
the trash.  "Thank you, TJ.  I'm afraid I would have made a horrible
employee for someone, even if it only was for two years". He walked back to
the table and I asked him "Why only two years?"
	He sighed and began "Jesse's Mother had a feeling his Father might
try to contest her will.  So, she stipulated that if for any reason
whatsoever Jesse was not able to inherit her trust, I became her sole
beneficiary. She had all but adopted me and expected Jesse and I to stay
together forever. It's my belief his Father disappeared with him to punish
Jesse and I for being gay and to keep him from ever getting his
inheritance.  The mans cruel mind figured at age twenty one I would get the
money, but I wouldn't have Jesse".  Looking into his eyes I knew he was
right.  "Oh, Andy! I'm so sorry! I didn't know".  I reached out just in
time to catch him as he crumpled.
	"Don't worry Andrew, I love you forever. I promise 'till I die" I
said, echoing his words from several nights before.  He looked up through
his tears and examined my face.  "Promise?" he asked.  I gazed back at him
and declared "Promise".
	Later that afternoon as he drove us down to do the weekly shopping
for the house he asked "TJ, what are we going to do with ourselves?"
Puzzled, I asked "What do you mean?"  "Well, we just can't sit at home for
the rest of our lives.  There must be something we do to occupy our
time. Now that I've begun to feel better I know I'll want to get out and
start exploring the world again" Andrew explained.  "Exploring the
world...... Hey! Andy! That's it!" I shouted causing him to jump.  "What's
it?!" he asked sounding confused.
	"Exploring!" I cried "I have homes all over Europe that I've never
even been to! I inherited a villa in Milan, an apartment in Cannes, a flat
in London, the chateau in Montreux and the apartment in New York! Not
to mention I have my Fathers yacht, the Roman Holiday in the
Mediterranean!"  "You OWN all that?!"  Andy gasped "TJ, how wealthy are
you?"  "The statement I received from my Accountants says I'm worth 764
million pounds" I explained "I'm not sure what the exchange rate is but I
think I'm worth just under a billion dollars".
	"WHAT?!"  Andy shouted as he slammed on the brakes.  It was a good
thing we were in the markets parking lot and moving slowly.  The little
Triumph sports car stopped with a quick squeal of it's tires.  He sat
staring at me with his mouth open.  "What? Did I make you mad?" I asked
worriedly recalling the rumors I'd heard in the past.
	"TJ, are you telling me what you're a billionaire?!" he cried.
"Almost! Really! I'm not lying!" I defended "Don't be mad!".  "Mad?! What
in the world are you talking about?" he asked, now quite puzzled and still
in shock. "Everyone in school used to say 'don't make Andy mad.  Something
strange will happen'.  I don't want to make you mad!"  I exclaimed.  He
relaxed his expression and quietly said "Oh, that again...  Well, I'm not
mad.  I'm simply in shock is all.  C'mon.  Lets get the shopping done and
I'll explain".
	Inside the store he told me how that story began.  "When I first
was going out with Linda, she made me upset one night at the beach.  I
turned around and gave her and her girlfriend a very mean look and just
then the power transformer down the block exploded.  It knocked out all the
lights for the entire area.  The girls screamed and I said 'See what
happens if you make me mad?!'.  That's how the rumor got started.  It was
pure coincidence" Andy explained "Now it's your turn TJ.  I don't need to
know everything, but could you fill me in a bit?" he asked.
	"OK" I said "I'm very wealthy.  The assets of my Fathers Trust
became mine when I turned eighteen.  It's all looked after by accountants,
lawyers and business managers who's job it is to see that the holdings all
make money.  If they don't perform to expectations and the holdings don't
continue to earn at the rates required by the Trust, they lose their jobs!
I receive all the income and interest generated by the Trust for the rest
of my life, plus I have numerous properties.  All those I told you about
and a lot more I can't even remember right now" I informed him.  "How come
you never told me before, TJ?" he asked.  "Simple. The idea is to be
wealthy, not act wealthy.  Do you know how I would have to live if
everybody knew I was rich?  24 hour a day bodyguards, bulletproof
limousines and no chance to have a normal life" I explained.  "Yes, I
see....  You're right" Andy remarked "Here.  Lets make hamburgers tonight"
he said and then looked at me oddly. "Hamburgers!".  We both shouted and
then howled with laughter!
	Later on after eating our burgers and watching some TV we turned in
for the night.  He was holding me curled up against him when he asked "Why
did you come back for me?"  I looked up at his face and said "Because I
love you Andy.  I've always loved you".  By the moonlight shining through
the window I could see he was staring deeply into my eyes.  I couldn't look
away.  He moved, then hesitated.  I gasped for air and he slowly kissed me.
Andy at last was ready................
				.......................Continued