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A few hours ago I was whining about how slow time seemed to pass, but now it seemed like it was going far too fast. I mean in less than 24 hours we’d be docked in Southampton. What then? Bastian and I would be off to London to visit John. I assume Jon would go on to the North Sea and Doug; I have no idea what his future held. To make such good friends in such a short period of time was extremely unusual for me…and these friends were different they were like me. Did Bastian feel the way I did? I was sad; I wanted this time now between the four of us to last forever.
I looked at Doug with such happiness in his eyes and such love in his heart. I smiled. He couldn’t get much closer to Jon without sitting in his lap and dear sweet Jon; at last he’s found someone. The care and love for Doug was so obvious to me. When it was just Jon, Bastian and I the look was one of teenage lust, but not now. Now it was like I imagine Bastian and I look to those who know us.
“Leo! Leo!” Bastian elbowed me, “What’s up?”
“Huh? What?” I said.
“You haven’t said anything for five minutes and you had a real distant look in your eyes.”
“I was just thinking.”
“Oooo! That could be dangerous!” giggled Jon.
I stuck my tongue out at him then smiled.
“So, tell us what great thoughts pervaded your mind,” asked Jon.
“I was thinking we have less than twenty-four hours together. I was thinking how great the last few hours had been. I was thinking how lucky I was to have friends like you, Doug and Bastian in my life…” for some reason my emotions were getting the better of me and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, “I-I was thinking that I don’t want it to end. I don’t want this time to end!”
I couldn’t stop the tears and I really felt embarrassed too, so I just got up and left the room as fast as I could. I ran to my safe place the bow of the ship and cried. A minute later Bastian was by my side. He pulled my into his arms not saying a thing. I lay my head on his chest and cried while he held me quietly in his arms.
“I’m going to miss them too,” he said softly.
“I’m sorry, for making a scene. I just get all wrapped up in my emotions sometimes. I love them so much that it hurts to say goodbye. I wish I wasn’t that way.”
“I glad you are that way. Every hour of everyday I am so happy that I’m yours and that you’re mine. You teach me something new about love all the time because you have, no not have, you give so much love to others so much caring. I watch you and I just see you giving all this love to everyone and everything and I’m in awe. Like the dolphin, why was there a connection? Because he could feel your love. I am so proud and honored to be a part of your life. I love you Leo and I don’t care if everyone on this ship knows that.”
Bastian kissed me passionately in full view of the bridge and anyone else.
At four am Doug and his family returned to their yacht and the tow was dropped. I felt a little sad but Bastian had their address. Jon was really sad but as the English say ‘he kept a stiff upper lip’.
I tried to talk Jon in to spending the summer with us. He said he needed the money for college. I guess it was just as well because this was supposed to be Bastian’s and my honeymoon. Captain Jones told us to have fun and make sure we were here on September 14th or get left behind.
We got through customs and immigration pretty quickly.
“So what now?” I asked.
“How about we get a room, rest for a while then get something to eat.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” We found a small bed and breakfast place. We had to share a bathroom with other guests. The room was small with a double bed and a wardrobe and that was about it.
It was the middle of the day so we figured we could get away with taking a bath together, but neither of us wanted to do anything until we got back to the room so we basically rushed through our bath washing each other.
When we got back to the room we ended up going wild and taking two hours to get each other off. I had never experienced such an orgasm in my life and neither had Bastian.
The next day we left for London. I thought we’d hitchhike but Bastian decided he wanted to ride the train, so we rode the train. I thought the train was neat they had first class and I guess coach we decided to sit in the First Class car because there weren’t any people in first class. I thought we’d sit next to each other so were could snuggle, but Bastian sat opposite to me…he seemed sort of distant and that bothered me but I said nothing.
We finally arrived at his friend John’s row house as they call it. And we greeted by a man in this late twenties would be my guess. It turned out his name was Cyril and he was John’s lover. I didn’t like him and I think the feeling was mutual. I didn’t like John either but I treated him respectfully. He must have been in his late fifties, sort of handsome for a man of his age.
I guess what I didn’t like was he always seemed to be touching Bastian and Bastian didn’t seem to object. In point of fact Bastian seem to enjoy the physical contact from John.
On our third night something happened which really upset me. During our lovemaking he called me John. I don’t think he realized it, but I did and I felt like I was loosing him. The more I thought about it the unhappier I became. I didn’t really sleep all night and I got up at six a.m. and went into the kitchen. I was surprised to see John.
“Hello, Leo. My aren’t we up early?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“It seems like it’s been a bit boring for you here. I thought Cyril might take you shopping at Harrods today. One of London’s finest stores.”
“Thanks for the offer but I haven’t any money.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that I sure Cyril will take care of that. You and he can shop till you drop as the saying goes and that will give Bastian and I a chance to renew our acquaintance and catch up on what’s been happening in our lives.”
“Oh, I thought Bastian would be shopping too.”
He sighed dramatically. “Well to be honest he wanted to have some time alone with me and so I came up with this idea, but if your not interested I guess it’s not going to work. Is it?”
“He-he asked you to do this?”
“Yes, but that’s all right I sure if he knows you’re not happy with this plan then we won’t do it. Your far more important to him than some silly old man.”
“It’s not that it’s just that I thought that he would have told me.”
“Oh, I suppose he thought you’d get upset, like you are, and I know he loves you so much that he want to avoid any upset. Not to worry, I’m sure a little disappointment in his life won’t matter to you.”
That was the hook. I hated disappointing Bastian and if he wanted time with John then I should let him have it and not demand all his attention.”
John was half way out of the kitchen when I said, “John, it’s fine. I don’t mind I’ll go with Cyril.” That must have been music to his ears because he immediately brightened up and he came over and gave me a hug.
“I can understand why Bastian is so in love with you. Look why don’t you take a nice long bath and I’ll get Cyril to take you to brekie.”
At nine Cyril and I left. Bastian was still sleeping soundly. During breakfast Cyril and I hardly said a thing to each other. “Look Cyril, for whatever reason, I know you don’t like me so how about this you go shopping and I’ll go my way I wanted to spend a few hours at the National Gallery and that would bore Bastian to death. So, do you agree?”
“I don’t not like you. In fact I think you are a beautiful person, I just don’t like how John has changed since Bastian and you arrived. Jealousy, I guess, but I think he has his eyes on Bastian, maybe not, but he seemed anxious for us to leave this morning. Any way he gave me a couple of hundred quid to take you shopping you might as well have it,” he said pulling out a wad of money, “I have some friends I haven’t seen and a while and you go on to see the National Gallery. To me it’s boring, but different strokes as you Yankees say.”
It was nearly ten-thirty when we parted. Cyril suggested I take a taxi rather than try and figure out the bus system. His bus came by and he jumped on and shouted, “See you later!”
I was about to flag down a taxi when I remembered that I left my drawing pad at John’s place so I walked back and quietly entered the house.
As I approached our room I
heard voices coming from John’s room. I paused just outside of the
door. What I heard ripped my heart out. “Oh John I love it! Oh,
fuck me John! Fuck me harder! Oh! Oh God!”
I was devastated. I had to leave I went into our room and grabbed all my things and stuffed them into my duffle bag. I saw the money that Dad had given Bastian I took it. By now I was angry. I can totally understand crimes of passion. I stormed into John’s room. There was a vase on a pedestal, which I picked up on my way. John was still on top of Bastian. They were kissing.
“You fucking old bastard!” I yelled as I threw the vase at him. I hit the bed and crashed on the floor breaking into pieces.
“That was a priceless vase!” yelled John as he started to get off of Bastian.
“I’m glad you can get your fucking whore to pick up the pieces. Bastian, I never want to see you again!” I cried, “You write your daddy and ask for more money cuz I’m out of here!” I turn and ran out of the house. I heard Bastian’s pleas but I ignored them. I went to Victoria station and bought a ticket to Paris.
The train didn’t leave for six hours I found a cinema in the station and went there and cried for most of the six hours. I slept most of the way to Paris and arrive at the Gar’du Nord the next morning. During the last hour of the journey I talked with a couple of English boys in their late teens and found that the cheapest place to was the Latin Quarter. They were changing trains and going on to Rome. They asked me along, but I wanted to see Paris and so I didn’t go with them.
I found a cheap hotel on the Rue Mofftard. As I lay on my bed I thought of Bastian and cried myself to sleep as I wondered it if really was all over or would he come looking for me and if so would he find me…I’m so stupid. I’m still so in love with him and I pray that by some miracle he will find me.
The next day reality hit. I counted up my money. I would be out of money within a month. That left me with one option to get a job or make money somehow. But to get a job I had to speak at least some French. Right now I knew two words: merci and pardon. In the café in the Place de la Contrescarpe I met a German fellow Klaus Schmidt. He seemed like a nice guy and he gave directions to the Alliance-Française where I could learn French. Well that shortened my money supply by a week.
I went to a morning class and was out by noon at the end of the first week I hadn’t done to bad but I had a long way to go. As I was walking down an avenue I spotted two guys at a sidewalk café table. Both were very good looking the younger of the two was in his late twenties and the older was probably in his early forties. It was so much their physical appearance it was the way that they were communicating with each other. I could see so much love there. I stopped and stared. The older one saw me and got a little agitated with me. I couldn’t understand what he said to me but it wasn’t pleasant. I moved on, but then I couldn’t get my attention off of them. I walked a distance away from them and took out my drawing pad.
Sometimes when I see something or someone beautiful I have to draw it. This was one of those occasions. I was unaware that I was again beginning to encroach upon their space. I was nearly finished when the young guy became aware of me, smiled and said something to his friend. I smiled in return and went over to them.
“Uh, bon jour. Pardon moi mais, uh, uh. Oh, heck you speak English?”
“Non,” the older on said.
“Here,” I handled him the drawing, smiled and turned to walk away.
“Arret! Sil vous plait!” I heard him say, “Artist! Uh Stop!”
I turned and walked back. He called the waiter over and said something to the waiter.
“He says you are an incredible artist!”
“Merci,” I said.
“He would like you to join him for lunch.”
“There’s no way I could afford lunch here or anywhere else for that matter. But thank you anyway. The drawing is just a gift. I don’t expect anything in return…not for that one anyway. It’s just a quick sketch.”
“He insists you have lunch with them as his guest. Please don’t insult him he is my best customer,”
I smiled at the waiter, “Okay.” The waiter pulled out a chair for me.
“What’s your name?” asked the waiter for the younger man.
“Leo. Like the Lion, you know grrroow!” I said making a lion sound and pawing the air” They laughed.
“He says you are very pretty, uh, cute.”
I smiled and thanked him. The older man was Claude Fondulac and the younger was Philippe Du Bois. Claude owned a gallery and Philippe was a photographer. I told them that it was my dream to come to Paris and become a famous artist, but the dream had faded because I needed to eat and have a place to sleep and that meant I had to work and to work I had to learn to speak French.
They told me via the waiter that near where they lived on Rue St. Germaine there was a well-lighted apartment perfect for an artist like me. When I told them I didn’t have a job and hence could not afford an apartment Philippe said I would work for him as a model to pay for the apartment and then I could paint and Claude excitedly told me he would introduce me as his protégé and give me a show in his gallery.
I couldn’t believe it!
My dream was coming true…but there was no one to share it with…
To be Continued
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