Derek &
I
Copyright © 2003
By Lee Mariner
This fantasy depicts erotic and homosexual acts and it is
intended for
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This chapter has been edited by my friend, Dean.
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Chapter #38
As we were driving
down Monticello
Avenue, I saw more than one head turn as we drove by. That made
my chest
swell a little with pride, but the biggest kick was arriving at Dad's
station. When Morgan saw us turning into the station, he came
running out
of one of the two garage bays wiping his hands. When we
crossed the
pneumatic warning hose, Dad's head popped up from what he was
doing. When
he saw it was Derek and I, he smiled.
"You got it! you got it!" Morgan exclaimed as he approached the new
Monte Carlo. "I knew you would," he said skidding to a stop and
hesitating to place his hands on the driver side door.
"How did you know, Morgan?" I asked teasingly, winking at Dad
who had walked up behind him.
" 'Cause I heard you and Derek talking about it; didn't I, Derek?" he
replied looking across the Monte Carlo's rooftop at Derek who had
just
closed the car's door.
"You surely did, Morgan." Derek answered as he walked around the
front of the car toward us grinning, his eyes twinkling with amusement
at
Morgan's exuberance.
"She is a beauty, boys," Dad said, leaning over and looking in at the
interior. "They really have improved the interiors; the seats
look
more comfortable than the easy chairs at home."
"Get in and take it for a spin, Dad," Derek said.
"Not right now, Derek. Pete went to lunch a few minutes ago, and
he
won't be back for an hour," Dad said, running his eyes ran over the car
as
he spoke. "Right now, though, you boys had better get home.
Mother
called a little while ago looking for you."
"Did she say why, Dad?" I asked, glancing at Derek who was looking
intensely at Dad.
"No, but you know your Mother; unless it is something important, she
usually does not call the station," he replied.
"Damn, D, I wonder what's wrong," I said as we got into the car.
"You got me," he replied as the engine roared to life.
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Mother stepped out onto the stoop when she heard
the car
coming down the drive. For a moment she hesitated, looking
closely at the
car before coming down the steps. "I must say it looks to be a lot more
comfortable than your red pickup truck, Lawrence," she said.
"Quite a bit more, Mom and after you tell us what is so urgent,
we'll take you for a ride," I replied.
"Oh, yes, Derek," She said quickly turning to look at him,
"Your sister, Charlene, called a little over an hour ago. She didn't
say
very much other than identifying herself as your sister and she needed
to talk with you."
"Charlene called here!" Derek exclaimed in an incredulous tone, a
puzzled look on his face.
"She did, and she gave me her number. I wrote it on the pad by the
telephone," Mother said. "It didn't sound as though it was an
emergency, but she was insistent that you call her as soon as possible."
"No, it wouldn't be an emergency, Aunt Edith," Derek replied.
"Charlene does not panic, and the only way she could get the number to
call here would be if my mother gave it to her."
"Don't you think your sister might have called your mother?" I asked as
we turned to follow Mother up the steps.
"No, Charlene wouldn't do that, my mother would have called her, and I
think I know why," he answered in a grim tone, not smiling.
"You do!" I said with surprise as we reached the stoop, and followed
Mother into
the kitchen.
"Yeah, I do; Dad wants her to revoke the proxy she gave me," he said
as we reached the telephone stand in the living room. "If Dad
called Charlene, he knows she wouldn't speak to him; and he
figured she
might listen to Mother. But I know my sister. Charlene would call
either me or
Mr. Masters to see what is going on before making a decision about
revoking the
proxy."
"She may have called Mr. Masters, Derek," Mother said from behind us.
"In all the excitement of your sister's calling and then seeing your
new
car, I completely forgot that Mr. Masters called a few minutes before
she
did."
"What did I say, Larry," Derek answered almost triumphantly.
"Did he say anything, Aunt Edith?"
"No, nothing really. He asked if you were here, and, when I told
him
you and Lawrence were out, he said he would call back later or you
could return
his call if you returned before he called again."
"That's a banker for you," Derek said. "Is it okay if I
use your phone to place a long distance call, Aunt Edith?"
"Oh pish, of course it is."
Mother and I stood watching as Derek dialed the long distance operator
and then
gave her the phone number that Charlene had left. As the operator
was
placing the call, he indicated we should pull up a couple of
chairs.
Mother declined, returning to her kitchen, but I sat close to the
telephone
stand. After what seemed like ages, Derek answered the person on
the
other end of the line.
"Hello, I'm calling for Charlene Kingsley. Would you please tell
her
that her brother is returning her call?" He said, looking at me and
grinning as he answered my look of curiosity. "One of her
sorority
sisters."
"Oh," I said softly.
"She is a member of... Charlene," he said, suddenly breaking off his
explanation and bringing the receiver closer to his mouth. "Hi, Sis,
what's up?" he asked.
"You tell me," she answered. "Mom called me in tears
telling me that you and Dad had a row, and you weren't living with them
anymore."
"Is that all she told you?" Derek replied.
"No, she told me that somebody named Larry Marks had come to the house
and
taken you away and that you were living with him and his parents.
She
said something about you trying to kick Daddy out of the firm and that
they want me
to cancel the proxy that I gave you and the bank. She was crying and
blubbering so much that I
couldn't make heads or tails out of what she was saying. I could hear
Daddy
growling and cursing in the background, and that only made her cry
more."
"No, I am not trying to kick Dad out of the firm, Sis, but it
doesn't
surprise me that they called you. I sort of expected it, but Mrs.
Marks,
Larry's mother, told me that Mr. Masters called before you called
here,"
Derek said, looking at me intently as he spoke into the receiver,
choosing his
words carefully. "Did you do as Mom and Dad asked?"
"Of course not, Silly; you know I wouldn't do that. After I talked
with
Mother, I called Mr. Masters to ask why they would want me to
change the
proxy. He suggested that I call you and that you could explain
everything."
"I will, Sis, but it is a long story, and I don't want to run Mr.
and
Mrs. Marks's telephone bill up," he said, glancing at me questioningly
and rubbing his
forehead as he spoke.
"I can call you back and reverse the charges if you want me to."
"No, I appreciate that but, I've got a better idea," Derek
said. "Are you still going to be here for my graduation next
Thursday?"
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it."
"Good," he exclaimed, his eyes shining brightly. "When
you get here, you can meet Larry and his parents; and we can go out for
dinner
or something like that. I'll tell you everything that has
happened."
"I think I can figure most of it out myself, Derek. Daddy
found
out you are gay, and he went into a rage because of it, right?"
"That's part of it, Sis, but there is more to it than just
that."
"Knowing Daddy, I'm sure there is; but we'll talk about it when I
get
home next Monday. Can you meet us?"
"Us??" Derek exclaimed loudly.
"Yes, us, and don't you go telling anyone. My boyfriend is
coming
with me to meet you, Mom and Daddy."
"A serious boyfriend, Sis?" Derek asked, glancing at me, his
beautiful blue eyes twinkling brightly.
"Maybe as serious as yours who I am dying to meet now that I know
about
him."
"Oh, Lord, Charlene," he said, grinning at me and faking a moan as
he spoke. "I
have a feeling that my graduation is going to be one to remember."
"Of course it will be, Silly; it wouldn't be any fun if it
weren't. We will be on American Airlines Flight 2311 arriving at
seven-ten in the evening your time."
"Okay Sis, we will be there," he replied. "Are you going to
be staying with Mom and Dad while you are here?"
"No, we won't. After Mom called crying and telling me about you and
Daddy fighting, I sort of figured out what had happened; and I
don't think we
need another boyfriend being called names. I called the Ballinger
Hotel and made reservations. Mr. Masters said he would call the
hotel
and confirm them, so do me a favor and remind him."
"Whew, my head is spinning, but I've written it all down, and we
will
meet you. Larry will be with me but not his parents; you'll meet
them
later."
"Oh goodie, I can't wait to meet him; and if he loves you half as
much
as I do, you're really lucky."
"He does, Sis," Derek answered, looking at me, his eyes
twinkling. "We'll see you on Tuesday; love you much."
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