Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2005 15:45:48 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 09

THIS IS NOT my usual story venue. I don't, as most of you know, usually
trespass in the world of Corporate America. However, inspiration cannot be
denied. So here is the story of....

MY SECRETARY'S SON
By RimPig   2005

Chapter 9

After such vigorous love-making, we dozed for a while until Robby nudged
me.

"Dan." he said quietly but with a plaintive note to his voice.

I knew what that meant. Well, actually it could mean one of two things -
either he wanted me to fuck him again (something I was not in any condition
to do!) or he was hungry. I bet on the latter.

"You're hungry." I said.

"Starving!" came the plaintive reply.

"Okay. Get your pretty butt out of bed!" I said, getting up myself.

We headed down to the kitchen and I fixed us breakfast. I didn't care that
it was after one in the afternoon! I also realized as I started to pull
food out of the refrigerator that I was starving myself. Since I couldn't
even remember the last time I'd eaten, this was no big surprise. I was
surprised that I had the strength to fuck him as rigorously as I had!

As we sat eating, my phone rang. It was Diane.

"I take it Robby is there since he didn't come home last night." she said,
without preliminaries - not even a hello.

"Yes. Sitting right in front of me." I replied.

"And...?" she asked.

"What do you think?" I asked her.

Thank God she couldn't see me since I was grinning like an idiot, just
looking at her beautiful son.

"I think you sound like a man who is totally, head-over-heels in love." she
said.

"I guess you could put it that way." I laughed.

"Well, good. Now both of you go and put on some clothes. Brad and I are at
the entrance to your property. We'll see you in a couple of minutes." she
said and hung up.

"We have to get dressed." I said to Robby.

"Why?" he asked through a mouthful of omelet.

"Your mother and Brad are going to be driving up to the front door any
moment." I said.

"Oh, shit!" he said and ran, bounding up the stairs to the loft.

I followed him at a more sedate rate. I figured they could just wait a few
moments until we were dressed for visitors. Robby was already pulling on
his sweats and I searched on the floor next to the bed where I had thrown
mine the night before. Finally decent, we descended the stairs and walked
over to the front door. I opened it and there, sitting in a dark green Land
Rover were Diane and Brad. Upon seeing Robby and me, they got out of the
SUV and walked to the front door.

The sun glinted off of something on Diane's hand. I figured what it was,
but I wasn't about to say anything. Robby, however, noticed it as well.

"What's that?!" he exclaimed, pointing to the ring on Diane's finger.

She held out her hand and showed us a rather large diamond solitaire.

"Well, the religion business must pay pretty well to afford a rock like
that!" I kidded Brad.

"Actually, that's a smaller one. Diane wouldn't let me buy her the one I
wanted to." he grinned.

"Wow!" Robby exclaimed, taking Diane's hand in his and looking at the
engagement ring. "That's beautiful, Mom! Hell! All I got was a key ring!"

Saying this, he looked at me, grinning.

"Yes, but it had the keys to everything on it! Including a Ferrari!" I
groused.

"Speaking of which, where is the Ferrari?" Diane asked. "It's not at the
house and I don't see it parked here."

"It's behind those bushes over there." I said, pointing. "I thought it
would keep anyone from bothering me if they didn't see the car. So much for
that!"

Diane and Robby both laughed.

"So I suppose you want to come in." I said. "You didn't drive all the way
up here for nothing."

"True." Brad said.

"Okay. Well, at least there's coffee on." I said, heading back into the
house with them following me. "Why don't you all go out on the deck and
I'll bring the coffee out."

I grabbed some mugs out of the cupboard and set them and the glass carafe
on a tray. I added the sugar bowl, some spoons and a small container of
cream. I was not set up at the cabin for 'entertaining' - considering that
before yesterday, the only person who'd ever been here was Robby.

"So, what's this all about?" I asked, when everyone had a mug in their
hands.

I looked over at Brad but he just nodded to Diane.

"This is Diane's show. I'm just along as the driver." he grinned.

"Okay. What's up?" I asked my secretary.

"Well...just this. Robby told me that you had asked him to marry you." she
said.

I looked over at Robby in surprise. He really HAD told his mother
everything!

"Yes. I did." I said.

"So I decided that before you had time to get 'cold feet', I would make
sure that you made an 'honest man' out of my son." she said, grinning.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I've decided that you two need to be married so you won't have any more
fights about it and tear up everybody's lives in the mean time! That's the
real reason I asked Brad to come with me. I figured we'd need somebody to
perform the ceremony." she grinned.

"You're kidding, right?!" I exclaimed, even though I could see the
determination in her eyes.

"Not in the least! You two are going to get married. Right now! Today!" she
decreed.

"Brad? Are you willing to marry us?" I asked him.

"Of course! I've married a number of gay couples at my church in
St. Louis. While the UCC hasn't sanctioned marriages for gays, it leaves
the decision up to individual ministers as to whether or not they will
perform them." he said.

"Oh, Mom! This is a wonderful idea. But we can't get married." Robby said,
somewhat sadly.

"Why not, sweetie?" Diane asked him.

I saw the wince on Robby's face when she called him 'sweetie'.

"We don't have any rings." he said, looking over at me.

"Well, we could always forgo the part about the rings. They are not
absolutely necessary." Brad said.

"Yes, they are!" Robby and Diane exclaimed at the same time.

"Well, I guess this will just have to wait then until you two can buy
rings." Brad said.

Both Robby and Diane were crestfallen, disappointment all over their faces.

"Uhh...that's not exactly true." I said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Robby asked.

"You all just sit here a minute. I'll be right back." I said, getting up
and heading back into the cabin seeing the looks of confusion on their
faces as I did so.

I climbed the stairs into the loft and went over to the chest of drawers
where I kept my clothes.  Opening the bottom drawer, I started moving the
sweatpants I kept there, digging in the back of the drawer until I felt
something hard. I drew out a small, leather-covered jewelers box, holding
it in my hand.

My mind was instantly filled with memories of London and the two years I'd
spent studying there.  It was a time of intense study but it was also a
time of incredible excitement for me. While I didn't go out to any of the
tourist spots or night clubs while I was there, I still loved the city! The
museums, the cathedrals, the small pubs and the narrow, cobbled streets.

I didn't have all that much money, just money from scholarships I'd managed
to win with my high academic average and dogged persistence. When I first
arrived, I had gone to the admissions office and told them that I
desperately needed housing. I was directed to an office that was tucked
away down the hall from the admission office and run by one older woman. I
told her about my scholarships and my limited funds. She asked me about my
life and my habits. I didn't smoke and, by that time, I didn't drink
either. This seemed to impress her and she reached into her desk for a
small box filled with 3 x 5 cards. She started going through them until she
came to one that she pulled out.

"This man has offered a room at a very cheap rate, especially for the
neighborhood. It's in Mayfair. Do you know where that is?" she asked.

"No, but I have maps. I can find it." I assured her. "Didn't that used to
be a very upper-class neighborhood? I seem to remember it from 'MY FAIR
LADY'."

"Yes, it was and still is! However, this gentleman has requested that we
send him any student who we feel truly deserves housing. Given your
situation, I would say you fit that category. You go and see him. I'll call
and tell him to expect you." she said, writing down the address on a memo
slip.

It took me several buses but I found the place. It was an old, Victorian
brown-stone in a neighborhood filled with them. It was obvious that this
was a VERY wealthy neighborhood from the looks of the houses. I went up the
steps and rang the bell.

It took so long for someone to answer the door that I almost left, figuring
there was nobody at home. Just when I was about to leave, the large, heavy
door slowly opened and a man, stood there in a long, dark red, brocaded
robe. He looked at first to be in his 70's or 80's but, on closer
inspection, I realized he was probably no more than 30-35 but was obviously
very, very ill.

"You must be the boy from the School of Economics that Mrs. Humphrey called
me about." he said, his voice sounding quite exhausted like answering the
door had tired him completely out.

"Yes. I'm Dan Davidson." I said, holding out my hand to shake his.

"Geoffrey Teasdale." he said by way of introduction.

He reached out his hand, which was more like a claw, the fingers long but
boney. He looked emaciated. His hand was dry but very cold - and even for
London it was quite a warm day.

"Ahh! A Yank! Well, she didn't tell me that! No matter! Come in, come in!"
he said, standing back and opening the door wider for me.

I walked into a narrow, dark entry hall filled with antiques and dark
paintings of older men dressed in clothing from at least a century before.

"Don't mind them!" he laughed. "Just the 'family'."

"These are your relatives?" I asked.

"Yes, the leaders of the Teasdale family back...ohh...about 350 to 400
years." he chuckled. "Quite a motley crew, aren't they?!"

"My God! America isn't even 250 years old yet! You can trace your family
back over 100 years before my country was founded!" I exclaimed.

"No. I can trace the family back almost 1,000 years before your country was
founded. I just don't have paintings of them." he smiled.

"I can't even imagine what that's like! I can't even trace my family back
past my grandparents!" I said.

"Trust me, dear boy. You're much better off that way! The weight of all
this history tends to weigh one down. But it will all end soon. I'm the
last of them. There won't be any more." he said.  "Luckily, their all dead
now. All that's left is me and my aunt Beatrice who lives on an estate in
Sussex. I'm quite alone in the world."

As we spoke, he led me into what can only be described as a Victorian
'parlor' filled with more antiques and dark painting. Nothing looked as if
it had changed for over 100 years - all except for a large portrait hung
above the mantle. It was of a beautiful young male, dressed in the uniform
of a United States Marine! My eyes were instantly drawn to it. In fact, I
couldn't stop staring at it.  He was an incredibly handsome boy with dark
hair and green eyes. The contours of his body in the uniform led me to
believe he must have been very muscular but, then again, he was a Marine so
that made perfect sense.

"Ahh...you noticed the portrait." Geoffrey smiled.

"How could I not!" I exclaimed. "Who is he?"

"That is Tim. My husband." Geoffrey said and I could hear both pride and
love in his voice.

"Your...your...husband?" I sputtered.

"Yes. My husband. Oh, I guess the housing office didn't mention that I was
homosexual. I hope that doesn't bother you." he said.

"No. I don't judge other people's lives." I told him honestly.

"A good practice! I wish more people would adopt it!" he said, motioning me
to sit down.

I almost didn't want to. The small sofa which he pointed to was obviously
very old and I wasn't sure it would hold me, but it did. Geoffrey slowly
lowered himself onto a sofa opposite.

"I was a great disappointment to my family, as you can imagine. Only child
and all that. I discovered my homosexuality the way most upper-class males
do in this country, at boarding school. By the time I graduated, I was a
total and complete slut!" he chuckled to himself. "I went after every
good-looking male I could get my hands on and, being that I was young and
pretty in those days - not gaunt and sickly like now - I pretty much got
everyone I went after. Then came Tim."

Smiling, he looked up at the painting, seeming to become lost in it.

"He looks like he was a Marine. How did you two meet?" I asked.

"He was, indeed, a member of your Marine Corps. He was part of the guard
detachment at the American Embassy here in London. We met one day in a pub
and I was totally smitten with him from the moment we met! Things were
different in those days. The 'plague' was almost completely unknown. We had
a whirlwind of love-making and ended up living in my apartment near
Grosvenor's Square. The family, needless to say, was completely
scandalized. Not only was I living with another man but he was a Yank to
boot! A member of the military but not an officer!  This was, to them,
completely beyond the pale! They threatened to cut me off without a
farthing unless I left him. I refused and told them that I would cause even
greater scandal for the family by contacting the tabloid papers and
smearing the family name all over England!" he chuckled at the memory.

"So what did they do?" I asked.

"Why? The only thing they could do, my dear boy! They bought me off! Gave
me a generous monthly allowance to stay as far away from the family as
possible. It was all so silly! I wanted nothing to do with them and here
they were paying me to do what I would have done anyway!"  he laughed.

"Uhh...you called him your 'husband'. That's just a phrase, right? You two
weren't 'married' were you?" I asked.

"Oh! But we were!" he said.

"How? That's not legal here, is it?" I asked in confusion.

"No, it's not 'legal' but we were married just the same. On a lovely spring
day in a small Church of England chapel near Coventry. The vicar there was
a dear friend of mine from school and married us in a very private
ceremony." he said. "Look up on the mantle, under the painting."

I got up and looked on the mantle. Lying there on a small pillow were two
gold bands. They looked to be quite old.

"Those were our wedding bands. Those had been in the family for over 200
years. I can't wear mine now because my fingers are so thin. It just falls
off me." he said, sadly.

"So what happened to him? Where is he?" I asked.

"Tim died three years ago." Geoffrey said quietly.

"How? Was he killed in a war?" I asked.

"No, it was the 'plague'. As I told you, when we first met, the 'plague'
was almost unheard of here. We never were unfaithful to each other so I
know that one or both of us was already infected when we met. When Tim
became ill, I begged him to go home to America because there was better
medical treatment there. I even wanted to take him to Paris to the Pasteur
Institute that had treated that movie star, Rock Hudson. But he wouldn't
go. Wouldn't leave me. He was discharged dishonorably from the Marine Corps
and it was only because of family connections that I had with people at the
Home Office that I was able to obtain a visa for him that would allow him
to stay in England."

"So how did you end up here? I take it this is your family's home." I
asked.

"Oh, yes. Been in the family for quite a long time now. It was about a year
after Tim and I were married. My parents were killed in an motor accident
out on the M1. To my surprise, they had never changed their wills - or
hadn't gotten around to it. I was left everything! Tim and I moved here to
this house and lived here until he died. In fact, he died in our bed, in my
arms." he said quietly.

I could see his eyes filling up with tears. I suppose I should have, at
that point, been somewhat shocked at the intense love that I was seeing
that Geoffrey had for the young Marine named Tim.  After all, I had only
recently admitted my gayness to myself. Certainly no one else! Which is why
my next statement shocked me so.

"I'm gay." I said, not knowing even why I said it.

"A strange term you Yanks have for it - a manner of life that usually
brings anything but gayness.  But one that can be deliriously happy if you
find the right man - like I did." he said and then smiled up at the
painting.

"I'm sure that will never happen to me." I said. "I don't believe I'm
capable of loving someone they way you described it. I'm sure that there
are a very minuscule amount of gay males who are capable of anything beyond
being sluts. Certainly damned few who could ever be faithful to one other
male. And I'm certainly not one of them!"

"Don't be too sure." Geoffrey cautioned. "I would say you just haven't met
the right male yet."

"And I'm not very likely to do so. I want an education and a career. I
don't have time for love or romance. Maybe a quick fuck now and again, but
that's all." I stated.

"Well, you just keep on believing that. One day, you'll look back on this
conversation and you'll realize that I was right after all." he smiled at
me.

I stayed with Geoffrey for the two years that I studied at the London
School of Economics. I didn't even indulge in a 'quick fuck' all the time I
was there. I studied and spent time with Geoffrey. He was very lonely. His
'husband' was dead. He was dying and all of his friends were either dead or
avoiding him because he had the 'plague'. That's the way it was in those
days. You got AIDS and you instantly lost most of your friends. It was only
later that the gay community developed any kind of conscience about the
members of the community who were alone and dying.

Those were the most happy and productive years that I could remember as I
looked at the black, leather-covered box in my hand. Geoffrey had given it
to me the day I had left London to return to the United States.

"This is a little going away present. But I don't want you opening it until
you're on the plane.  Promise me!" Geoffrey had said.

We were again sitting in the 'parlor' with the painting of Tim looking down
on us. I was totally torn up about leaving. I had come to love Geoffrey
with his vicious wit and brilliant mind. I knew that I would never see him
again.

"Okay. I promise. But you really didn't have to do this." I said.

"I also have this envelop for you. Again, do not open it until you're on
the plane. Understand?" he asked.

"Yes. I understand." I said. "I don't know how to thank you for everything
you've done for me."

"You don't need to, my dear boy! You have no idea how wonderful having you
here has been for me. In so many ways, you remind me of Tim. You have kept
all of my good memories of him alive. I'm grateful to you for that."

It was at that moment that we heard the taxi that Geoffrey had called to
take me to Gatwick Airport honking outside. We stood and hugged, something
we had rarely done before and then I gathered up my suitcases and headed
out the door. The last time I saw Geoffrey, he was standing at the door of
that brownstone in Mayfair, waving good-bye to me.

When the plane had taken off and we were about half an hour into the
flight, I remembered the small box and the envelop that Geoffrey had given
me. I first opened the box. There, embedded in black velvet were Geoffrey
and Tim's wedding rings that had been on the mantle. I sat there staring at
them, not believing that Geoffrey would ever part with something so
precious! I quickly tore open the envelop and there was a letter, written
in peacock blue ink in Geoffrey spidery scrawl.

"My Dear Boy," it began.

He never, not in two years, ever called me Dan. He always called me 'My
dear boy'!

"I suppose you're shocked at what you found in the box. You must be
thinking that I would never part with them. Believe me, I never thought I
would. But then I realized that the world, and life and love would go on
after I am gone. Certainly it did after Tim left. I truly thought I would
never find love again. But I did. With you. Oh, not the carnal love of a
lover for indeed, we never had sex. I doubt that you would have been at all
sexually attracted to me - especially in the frail and sickly body I now
possess. But I found with you a spiritual love that I will treasure until
the day I die.

"You, on the other hand, need to find that one true love that everyone
searches for. You deserve it! More importantly, I believe you need it - far
more than you would ever allow yourself to admit.  That is why I'm giving
you the rings. I humbly ask that, when you find that one perfect someone
who binds your heart permanently to his, the two of you would wear these
rings as a symbol of your love for each other and as a remembrance of the
love that Tim and I shared for too short a time.

"My only consolation now is that I know that I will soon be joining Tim. We
will find happiness together again, far beyond this mortal world.

"The bank draft is to help you to establish yourself back in America. I
know you will make a success in your career. I only pray that you will also
take the time to find love because it is the only true happiness that
humans can ever have in this world.

"All my love. Geoffrey"

The bank draft was for an enormous amount and it was only later that I
figured out it was equal to every pound I had paid him in rent for two
years. Plus interest. I did use it to establish myself and I never forgot
him. Nor did I forget that conversation in a Victorian 'parlor' so many
years ago across the sea.

"I found him, Geoffrey! I never thought I would! But I did! I'm going to
marry him today and we will wear the rings that you and Tim wore. It won't
be a Church of England ceremony but I'm sure you wouldn't mind that. I hope
you found Tim again and, wherever the two of you are, I hope you are as
happy as I am." I said out loud, staring down at the rings in my hand.

I went back downstairs and out to the deck. They were all still sitting
there waiting for me. I handed the rings to Diane.

"Oh! These are beautiful! And they look quite old!" she exclaimed.

"They are. Over 200 years old. They are heirlooms from a British
upper-class family." I said.

"Where did you get them?" Robby asked, looking at them, gleaming in the
sunlight in his mother's hand.

"There were given to me many years ago by a friend who told me this day
would eventually come.  I didn't believe him then. I guess I should have."
I said.

"Well, then I'd say, we've got everything we need. Why don't you two go and
get dressed.  Where would you like to have the ceremony?" Brad asked.

"Down on the dock, beside the lake." I said without even having to think
about it.

I looked over at Robby to see if he approved. He smiled at me.

"That's perfect. But we don't have to dress. This is just fine for us." he
said.

"You want to get married in sweat clothes?" Diane gasped.

"Why not? It's what we wear most of the time, when we wear anything at
all!" Robby laughed.

"Oh! Too much information!" Diane laughed.

And so the four of us stood on the dock beside the lake as Brad led Robby
and I through the simple vows that bound us together for life. When the
time came, I slipped one of Geoffrey and Tim's rings on his finger and he
slipped one of them on mine. We then kissed and Brad and Diane hugged us
both by way of congratulations.

We decided that we would have a 'reception' by packing a picnic basket and
taking the boat out for a cruise on the lake. It was a perfect fall day for
it and we laughed and joked and drank champagne that Diane had brought with
her. We toasted both Robby and my marriage and the upcoming marriage of
Brad and Diane. It was a gloriously happy day for all of us.

As the sun went down, I motored the boat back to the boat house and we
disembarked, heading back to the cabin. Diane and Brad said it was time for
them to go and leave us alone.

"I told the CEO that you had sprained your back working out and the doctor
said you couldn't come back to work until Monday, so it might be a good
idea to somewhat hobble when you come back." Diane grinned.

"You always think of everything, don't you?" I said, taking her in my arms
and gently kissing her on the cheek.

"I try!" she said and then hugged and kissed Robby.

For the rest of that week and weekend, Robby and I made love so many times
that by the time I made it to the office on Monday, I really was hobbling!
My legs and groin were so sore that I thought I would never get hard again!

"Boy! You fake that pretty good!" Diane said as I slowly hobbled in.

"Fake my ass! This is for real! That insatiable son of yours wouldn't leave
me alone! I don't know if I'll ever be able to walk upright again!" I
grumbled.

"Oh! Too much information!" she laughed!

When Robby finally graduated several months later, we were all at the
ceremony. The next day, Robby and I flew to London for the honeymoon we
never had. We stayed in a suite in the Savoy on The Strand and I showed him
all over London. I even took him to Mayfair to see the house where I had
lived with Geoffrey. After the wedding, I had told him the whole story of
those two years and of Geoffrey and Tim's relationship.

I didn't think there was any chance that Geoffrey was still alive, but I
had to be sure. I walked up those steps again, Robby by my side, and rang
the bell. A young woman in a maid's uniform answered the door.

"Yes, gentlemen, can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, please." I said. "Does Geoffrey Teasdale still live here?"

"Oh, no, sir!" she answered.

Just then, another female voice could be heard from inside.

"Who is it, Mary?" the voice asked.

"To gentlemen looking for someone named Geoffrey Teasdale, mum." she
answered.

"Have them come in, Mary." the voice called out.

The maid led us to what had been the parlor, now redone in very modern but
very expensive furnishings. All of the portraits were gone, even the one of
Tim that had hung over the mantle.

"I'm Sarah McKenzie. You were inquiring about my cousin, Geoffrey?" she
asked.

Before us stood a woman about twenty-five years old with long, light brown
hair. Her face had a delicate beauty to it that somewhat reminded me of the
pictures Geoffrey had shown me of himself when he was young.

"Yes. I lived for two years with him in this house while I was going to the
London School of Economics." I said.

"Oh! You must be Dan! Oh, Geoffrey talked about you so often! Almost as
much as he talked about Tim! I'm very sorry to tell you, however, Geoffrey
died about a year after you left to return to the states. I inherited the
house from him." she said.

"Are you his Aunt Beatrice's daughter, by any chance?" I asked.

"Why, yes! I am! How did you know?" she asked. "And do sit down. Would you
like tea?"

She reached over and pushed a button on a pad near her chair.

"Yes. We'd love some. Oh, this is my lover, Robby Gould." I said by way of
introduction. "I remember Geoffrey saying that the only older relative he
had still alive was his Aunt Beatrice so I thought you must be related."

"Good guess!" she smiled.

"But Geoffrey never mentioned that Beatrice had a daughter." I said.

"Well, I was living out of the country then. My parents divorced when I was
quite young and I was living in France with my father. It was only after
Geoffrey's death that I returned to England." she explained.

"The house is quite different from the way it was." I said.

"Not so gloomy with all those horrible ancient relatives staring down at
you!" she laughed.

It was then the maid appeared.

"Yes, mum?" she asked.

"Would you bring us some tea, please, Mary?" Sarah asked.

"Right away, mum." the maid curtsied and then disappeared.

"Yes, they were terrors all right. I do miss one painting, however." I said
quietly.

"I know exactly which one. The one of Tim that hung over the mantle." she
said, knowingly.

"Yes. Exactly." I said.

"It's in storage upstairs. I didn't know what to do with it. After all, I
never knew him but I knew that Uncle Geoffrey loved him very much. I
thought about trying to find his family to give it to them but I never knew
his last name." she said.

"Strangely enough, neither did I." I said. "Geoffrey always just referred
to him as Tim and I never asked."

At that point, the maid returned pushing a tea cart. Sarah dismissed her
and poured cups for Robby and me.

"How do you take it?" she asked.

"Sugar and milk for me." Robby said.

"Same here." I said.

"So, I see you've become accustomed to our traditions here!" Sarah smiled.

"Yes. It was the way Geoffrey taught me to drink it." I smiled back.

"And Dan taught me." Robby said.

"So you two are like Geoffrey and Tim? I only ask because I notice the
wedding bands you're wearing." she said.

"Actually, they were Geoffrey and Tim's wedding bands. Geoffrey gave them
to me when I left England. He wanted me to use them if I ever found the
right man to marry." I smiled at Robby.

"So how long have you two been married?" she asked.

"Almost six months now." Robby answered.

"Were you actually married - like Geoffrey was?" she asked.

"Yes, by a minister and everything. My mom is engaged to be married to
him." Robby said.

"We have a cabin up in the mountains with a lake and we were married on the
dock beside it." I told her.

"How utterly romantic!" she said, clapping her hands in glee. "I so love
stories of true love!"

"Trust me, when Geoffrey gave me the rings, I thought I would never use
them! I thought I was incapable of falling in love. Then I met Robby and it
was like I was run over by a freight train!" I laughed.

"So how did you meet?" she asked.

Robby and I looked at each other and I nodded to him to tell the story.

"My mom introduced us." he said.

"No! Really?!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Yes. Really. Though, at the time, she didn't actually realize what she was
doing. You see, she's Dan's secretary. She and I were having difficulties
getting along. It was all my fault because I was having difficulty coming
out and admitting to her that I was gay." Robby said.

"That must be a very difficult situation to be in." Sarah said with
sympathy.

"She asked Dan to 'talk' to me. She figured he was close enough in age to
me that I might listen to him. Listen to him! I wanted to leap into his
arms the moment I met him!" Robby laughed.

"And I wanted you there at that same moment." I said quietly.

Robby smiled at me.

"So, I guess she finally accepted the fact that you two were in love?"
Sarah asked.

"Actually, she had an easier time of it then I did!" I laughed.

"In fact, we almost lost each other. It was my Mom that made us realize how
much we still loved each other and then practically forced us to get
married! She said she wanted Dan to 'make and honest man' out of me!" Robby
laughed. "So she brought Brad, her fiance^Â up to the cabin where we were
and we were married that afternoon."

"Oh! What an incredible story!" Sarah said. "How long are the two of you
going to be in London?"

"We fly back tomorrow night, unfortunately. I was somewhat leery about
coming here at all. I didn't know what seeing the house again would do to
me." I admitted.

"And now that you have?" Sarah asked.

"It's brought back all the wonderful, happy memories of living here with
Geoffrey. I'm only disappointed that he's gone - but I had figured that he
probably was by now. I would have loved for him to meet Robby and for Robby
to meet him. And for him to see that the rings were finally being worn by
two people very much in love again." I said.

"Do you have plans for tonight?" Sarah asked.

"No. We were just going to have dinner at the Savoy, where we are staying."
I said.

"Well, it's not the Savoy, but would you please dine with me here tonight?
I can promise you something very, very special if you do." Sarah said.

"We'd be more than happy to, wouldn't we Robby?" I asked my lover.

"More than happy!" he said, smiling at me and then at Sarah.

"Good! Then I'll expect you at eight? Is that all right?" Sarah asked.

"Perfect!" Robby answered.

And with that, we took our leave of Sarah and the house in Mayfair.

The End of Chapter 9 of MY SECRETARY'S SON

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