Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 00:10:24 EDT From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com Subject: Dad's Just Desserts (Installment 12) This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior. The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments of this story, including those preceding and following this installment. All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to contact me, please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most definitely respond to email, as appropriate. John arrived at Richard's mansion with a bubbly Casey and Ryan in tow. He had been able to borrow the dusty van they were in from an old frat-buddy from his days at Penn State. He was a bit tired from watching some late-night soft-porn on cable; and, almost all throughout the ride, had been enviously sneaking peeks at the two "lovebirds" obliviously cooing at one another in the backseat. "Well, let's get on with this mission, shall we gentlemen?", John called out in a purposefully loud tone. Within a half-hour, they were back on the road with all of this weighing heavily on the vehicle's sturdiness and piled high in the van's rear: fourteen boxes labeled "Ronald Michaels: New" covering a seven-year period beginning about six months after Casey's birth; seven boxes labeled "Ronnie Michaels: 'Post-trial'" covering a five-year period beginning when Casey's dad was close to fifteen; and three boxes labeled "Jake Michaels: New Patient" covering the period beginning when Casey's dad was twenty-two to when he was twenty-seven. Benton, the devoted Chambers family butler, had "done the honors". Richard, they were told, was away "on business". Casey thought, at the time, that Richard's absence was suspicious. He also was surprised by the sealed envelope labeled "PERSONAL" Richard had left for him. Ryan had joked, as to the latter, that Richard obviously was a fan of television's "Let's Make a Deal"; and that the obvious intent was for Casey to go for what was behind the curtain if he did not like what was in the boxes. Casey, upon hearing the attempt at humor, then had smiled nervously, finding that this joking made him uncomfortable, as he knew very well that Richard wanted him and was unlikely to just bow out gracefully. Ryan and Casey, now safely home with "the goods", set down to the business at hand. Ryan, relying pretty much on the same organizational skills he used to do his culinary arts assignments, took the initiative; and said that the best approach would be this: to split the review, meaning reading or skimming, of the voluminous records between the two; and then share the information with each other. Casey had some mixed feelings about this tact, actually. But found himself saying enhusiastically: "Oh, yeah, that's a swell idea, cuz, just swell." Ryan did not pick up on Casey's concern, kept to himself, that Ryan would be the first to see such very highly personal things and perhaps be shocked by what was there. Casey knew of course that from a practical standpoint, it would take him virtually an eternity to go through all of these papers on his own. Casey agreed with Ryan that it might be best for the documents on the recent period of treatment of Casey's to be examined first. Casey said: "Ryan, I have some qualms about this: I am worried that I might not be abl to deal with whatever is in them, this stuff probably does have something to do with me in some way." ^@"Casey, I love you, let's face this together. Whatever it is, whatever that's there, it's not going to change anything by avoiding it. So we might as well deal with all of it now, together.", Ryan replied assuringly. Casey looked deeply into Ryan's now-somber eyes, as if desperately trying to absorb strength from them. He believed that Ryan was likely very much right; and he did his best to put a big smile on his face, all the while tightly gripping Ryan's hand for support. About three days later, things had reached the point where Ryan was finally saying: "This is unbelievable, seven years of this stuff; and all it seems to be is your dad rattling on and on about this kiss, this kiss, Casey, that you do not even remember." Casey was still absorbing all of this, very much so, and was having a great deal of difficulty with an incident in his early infancy that he found to be disturbing. Finally, after much soul-searching, he drew the courage from within needed to express to Ryan how he felt about the entire situation. Ryan, in the meantime, was patiently waiting for Casey to open up, fearful that what they were uncovering would somehow put an end to what they had been building together. Also, at the same time, he was wondering about what was in that envelope, the one from Richard; and why Casey seemed unwilling to yet open it.