Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2020 01:25:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Mr Harris and Davey meet again- installment 14

While everyone had planned for davey to go back to his own apartment
after the field trip, there was enough food prepared and he stayed to
dinner.  Clara grinned when she heard he was staying.  On the one hand,
davey brightened her day.  On the other hand, someone was going to have
to tell him about Elana, eventually.  When Harris came in to look for
snacks, after she smacked his hand, she whispered  "Sir, it's not my
place, but you'll have to tell him.  My taking him aside will not look
good."  Harris sighed.  "Yes, Clara, you're right, as always.  After
dinner.  I promise."  He tried to reach behind her to steal a biscuit,
and got a swift cuff on his wrist. 'THREE MILES MORE DAVEY"   she
yelled.  "Someone's making biscuits"  Jason called back.  "I can smell
them."

Both Harris and davey were sweaty after the field trip and their little
afternoon delight, so they washed up, and changed.  Now that davey knew
how much Harris liked him in buttondowns, he tried to wear them around
him as often as he could.  He came to the table in a snug white one,
untucked, with blue shorts.  Harris' hand was on davey's thigh as soon as
he sat down next to him, and davey's hand went right on top.

Everyone was curious about the field trip.  Davey was quiet, because he
didn't want to brag, but Harris spoke right up.  "You are ALL looking at
'the pied piper' of the High School."  That made davey blush, and Carla
asked  "Pied Piper?   DAVEY.  I always KNEW you would be popular there.
You have a gift for children.  I KNEW IT."    Harris was beaming like a
proud papa:  he did research before we went, and taught those kids more
about animal biology than they've probably learned all year from their
teachers.  "  He ruffled davey's hair.  "You, my love, were the STAR OF
THE SHOW."    Davey smiled.  "I still think you were the star sir, the
way you answered the question about which one of us is the girl in bed."
Carla looked puzzled  "Excuse me?  Someone asked that?  And they're still
in that school? I may have to head down there and have a word with the
principal. "

Harris smiled.  "It's ok Carla, it's ok.  You get used to this kind of
question eventually.  Probably, his father put him up to it.  He'll be in
the restaurant some day in the future, and I'll be there, and I'll make
sure to embarrass him in front of his wife.  Don't worry."  Carla
remained unconvinced.  "Well, you may be too polite, Sir.  "  He smiled.
"Does that mean I get an extra biscuit?"  'ABSOLUTELY NOT.  Not until
davey lets me know you've completed an appropriate number of miles."
Harris shrugged his shoulders, and laughed.  "A full scale mutiny.  All
about getting me to lose 5 pounds."  In unison, the table answered 'TEN
POUNDS SIR," before the laughter started.

Part way through dinner, davey asked Harris  "Sir, have you ever
considered getting a tattoo."  Carla dropped her fork, and Jason stopped
chewing.

"A WHAT?"  "A tattoo sir.  You know what they are."  Now, Richard was not
adverse to tattoos, but he felt they were for younger men.  Men his age
should keep them covered up if they had them from their youth.

"And what sort of tattoo do you think I should get davey?"  "Well, Sir,
to be honest, I've been thinking about it a long time, and because of the
way you roar, I thought a lion would be good."  Carla, Jason and Sam were
all suppressing laughter as best as they could.  "But after today, I
think a wolf would be better for you."

That pushed them over.  They were looking at each other, laughing until
they turned red, as they watched this exchange.

"A wolf?  Indeed.  And where should I place this image, davey?  Is it a
place that polite society can hear?"

"Well, I've thought about that too Sir.  If I had my choice, I'd want it
on you in a place that I could see often.  Maybe on your forearm, since
you hold me so much, or on your chest, so I can see it before I fall
asleep.


"AWWWWWW"  came out of Sam's mouth before Richard looked at him with fake
anger.  "I see.   Well... if I got one, would you get one?"    "if you
wanted me to , sir."   Jason whispered to Sam  "that means he wants one,
and he wants Mr. Harris to think it's his idea."  Sam shook his head in
agreement.  Jason whispered again  "Let's watch this tennis match"


"Well, I'm not sure I do, but I always think of you as my lamb."  "OH,
that's a good one, Sir.  Because davey has such curly hair,"  Carla
added.  "A black lamb.  Didn't they write about those in the Odyssey?"
Yes, they did Carla.  Good memory.  Remember how we fought through those
last books, with the sacrifices, and all that?"
Harris looked at davey and smiled.  "A black lamb.  With very curly
hair.  Hmmm.   I DO  like that.  Or maybe  a dove.  NO,  a black lamb.
Now, where would we put it? I have to think about that.  All the places I
can think of would detract  from you.  "  He sighed.  "But if you REALLY
want to have me get a tattoo, I'll consider it.  I wanted to talk to you
tonight anyway, so perhaps after dinner we can discuss the tattoo as
well.

"Tough match,"  Sam whispered to Jason.   "Harris is no pushover
tonight."  Jason smiled.

"By the way Sir, I had an idea for your running training.  When I run
from the apartment, how about I run past the house, pick you up, and you
can run back to the apartment with me?  It's only about 4 miles.

"FOUR MILES.  And how would I get back?"  Davey smiled.  "You can come up
to the apartment and take a break, Sir."    Again, Jason whispered to
Sam  "Looks like Cannon is getting his second wind in this match."

And so it went.  When Carla served the coconut pie she had made for
dessert, she gave Harris half a portion.  "Weigh in and we'll talk Sir."
  And as they finished, Richard looked at Jason.  "Jason, why don't you
and Sam go and have a game of cards or something  and continue to dissect
the discussion of tonight?"  both of them reddened, but smiled.  "I want
to borrow the library to talk to davey for just a little while, if you
don't mind.
"Yes sir.  Sure.  I don't mind at all."  Davey jumped up and headed to
the library.  Harris got up after he watched his lover for a few
minutes.    After he went into the library, Sam turned to the others.  "I
have NEVER seen him so smitten.  Have you?"   Carla sighed.  "Once.  And
that's what I think they're going to be talking about tonight."

When Richard got to the library he closed the door.  Davey looked
concerned, and Richard came over, embraced him and kissed him full on the
lips.  "First, let me say that this really isn't about you.  It's about
us.  Second,  if I've ever loved anyone as much as you, I can't remember
it."  He brushed davey's hair back.  Davey smiled "Sir, the feeling is
mutual.  I hope I haven't gotten you angry. "

Richard laughed. "No, no no.  You've just made me think of parts of my
past that I really should have shared with you, and didn't.  All the
discussion of marriage lately, makes this all the more  pressing."

Davey paused.  "Sir, if you are going to ask me to marry you, the answer
is yes."  Richard smiled so hard he almost cried.  "Well, I AM going to
ask you davey, but not quite yet.  You need some more time alone, and you
need to hear what I'm going to tell you, because, as I suggested, I HAVE
been married before." He swallowed  "And I have a son."

Davey needed to sit for this.  "Sir,  I, I, had no idea.  I think I DO
need to hear this."

Richard was clearly nervous about all of this.  He paced, walked in
circles,