Date: Sat, 9 Apr 2005 10:37:07 -0700 (PDT) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 25 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Nature Walk" 25 (M/t oral homophobic) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Good morning staaaaaaaaarshine... the earth says 'hello' as me and my loooove sing our early morning singing song... glibby glop glibby..." "How's it going Pavoratti?" "About time you got up, Barry." "Couldn't help it with all this racket coming from the shower!" Steve quickly stole Barry from the bathroom floor and caressed him in his arms, under the lukewarm cascades. "What are you so chipper about this morning, Steve?" "Oooh, maybe that we're finally going to go and plan out our own love nest today." "Yeah, it is kind of exciting. Not only for us though." "Oh sure! You kidding? The kids are going to be just as excited as we are." "Well maybe not that excited, Steve!" Barry drew Steve in for a deep lip-lock. "I wonder how Alonzo made out?" "Made out like in 'made out'?" "Yeah... Hee hee heee... or more?" "Then again I'm not so sure that Alonzo is attracted to Kade." "Who wouldn't be!" "Steve, I'm surprised at you." "I meant to say who wouldn't be, but not me. Oooh no, not me. I mean, I'm satisfied already with my own huggy bear! Look! Even with your hair all wet it looks lickable!" "Oh, by the way Steve, I meant to tell you something." "What's that Barry?" "Your acting last night stunk." "Gee, what put you in a good mood to throw out all these compliments?" "Must've been your singing, Steve." "Oooh now that's hitting below the belt." "Oh really?" "Ooooooohhhh!" "Hee heee.... how does that feel below the belt, Steve?" "Keep strokin'.... keep strokin'...." "I don't think so." Barry steps out of the tub. "Oooooh, Barry, you killjoy!" "To be continued, Steve!" % Alonzo's nose tickled. When more senses began to wake up, his nose picked up a musky scent. "Thanks for bringing me home last night!" A pair of white choppers greeted Alonzo. "HuH?" Two beautiful eyes stare him in the face, as he picked his chin up, half on the pillow, half from the chest fur. "Oh! You're already awake, Kade!" "Yeah... here's some coffee, Alonzo." "Coffee?" "Yeah, been up for awhile. I thought you might like some." Alonzo moved back on the bed. If he had any wits about himself and what he talked himself out of last night, perhaps he would have bolted for the door. "Oh... okay... thanks. Um, don't you have a hangover or something, Kade? You were drunk out of your skull last night." "I know I had a lot to drink, but I'm one of those guys who can absorb a lot and not feel it the next day." "Lucky you." "Oh, wait! I have some bagels in the toaster!" The view from the sheets, like seeing a Renoir painting, only in black and white, as Kade strode in the buff out the door, stifiled Alonzo's efforts to disregard Kade's kind efforts. "Oooh, you didn't have to go to all this trouble, Kade." "No trouble at all, Alonzo. I can't imagine what it took to get me from the Clark house, here." "Jacq and Sean helped." "I sure do appreciate it, though... um, anyway." So, there the two sat, gathering crumbs in the bed and drinking cups of java. "Care to join me for a swim?" "Swim?" "Yes. I have an indoor pool." 'Oh, would that feel grand!' Alonzo thought, but alluded to, "I think I better just make it a shower. Diego will be looking for me when I get up." "Oh." "Kade, are you feeling okay, guy?" "Sure, Alonzo. What makes you say that?" "Because I think you're having a tough time, even though you're trying to hide it." "Hide it? Me? No, really. I'm fine. Really... I am." "Look, Kade. I'm not going to beat around the bush with you here. I've had a chat with Jacq della Croix. I truly think that you should made an appointment to see him." "I don't think so." "Why not?" Kade swiped the saucer that had Alonzo's bagel on it and along with his own, got up, enroute to the kitchen. Alonzo, again on a hot mission of mercy, wasn't going to let the subject die. By the way, neither man thought of himself as 'in the buff'. "Kade, listen." "No, I don't need any shrink telling me what to do." "Oh man are you fuckin' stubborn, Kade." "Hey, if that's the way you're going to be, Alonzo, I thank you for bringing me home, but now you can get the fuck out!" Kade's hands braced the sink basin, as he stare down at the dirty dishes. On the other side of the kitchen island, Alonzo stood, hands on his hips, staring at the broken man. Perhaps Kade thought of himself as this stable guy, but Alonzo could see a different side to the situation. Blowing out his breath, he decided to give up on some of his own inhibitions for the sake of another. While clearing some 'sleep' out of his eye, he walked over to Kade. Placing his hand on Kade's shoulder, he tried to rationalize things a bit. "Look, Kade." "Leave me alone," he replied, moving his shoulder to dislodge the caring hand. "Kade, you've got to get some help." "I don't want your's or anybody else's fucking help. Just leave me the fuck alone." "Why? So you can steep in your own lonely thoughts?" "What the hell do you care?" "Hey, I'm not here to fuckin' pull your chain, Kade, but I do care. You do have some people who care about you, you know." Kade kept up his stance at the sink. Alonzo could see that he was as much up against a brick wall as he would get with the troubled man. Turning from him, his attention caught something across the cement area, connecting the kitchen. Turning with a start, Kade's eyes confirmed the sound his ears picked up on. Water had splashed on the cement, surrounding the pool. "Feels great! C'mon in, Kade!" Alonzo shouted out, as if nothing had been said. He spat water out of his mouth, as if a human fountain. Kade stood their, staring intently down into the water, as Alonzo's streamlined body soared through the indoor surf. He subtly lowered his legs into the water, sitting at water's edge. Alonzo planned an ambush, pretending not to see Kade's actions. Swimming past him, head under the water, he kicked up some mighty splashes, dousing the twenty-seven year old. When his body uprighted itself, the figure had vacated his sitting position. Alonzo looked around the pool. Kade had dived in and completely submerged, jetted to the deep end of the pool and then made an olympic swimmer's turnabout, heading back to him. "Glad you could make it, Kade." After wiping the excess water off his face, he didn't say anything, but took a deep breath and dove towards the deep end of the pool once more. This time Alonzo took up his own lane, with a stride to catch up. % Frankie Wade tossed and turned all night. At times his closed eyes drew him into nightmares. Possibly clairvoyant, he began to vision a guy tied to a tree and for his ten year understanding, the boy was crying. One time during this nightmarish past night, Frankie had awoken, drenched in sweat. He got up and went to the jon to freshen his face with scoops of cold water out of his hands. With a dry mouth, he went to the kitchen for a glass of water. There he found his father toying with a gun. A bottle of tan shaded liquor nearby. "Get back to bed, you bastard!" The raunch in his father's voice, plus the sight of the weapon, caused him enough desire to want to skidaddle back to his bedroom in a jiffy. He wound up scooping more water out of the faucet, to whet his whistle. Finally, back to sleep, he only proved to get sweated up again, as he pictured a second boy getting hit over and over with a plank of wood. It's almost as if he were that second boy, the wood hitting him in the arms and legs. Startled awake, Frankie really thought he smelled burning leaves! % "Hey guys!" "I see you boys found your way to the house okay." "Am I gonna live here too, dad Steve?" Barry looked at Steve and smiled at Diego's questioning burden. "Well, Diego, I think your father will need to answer that question for you." "Okay. I just wanted you to know that I like your sons!" Barry and Steve giggled, as Diego scurried away to the other room. "You know, Steve I take that back about what I said last night." "Oh, forget it Barry. If you want to bite my nips, just do it." "Not about your nips, dufous! About this place being as big as the Taj Mahal!" "Oh. I knew that!" "Yeah, sure you did Steve. But I'll take you up on the nip thing anyways. C'mon, let's check out the laundry room." Steve smiled when Barry grabbed him right through his shirt, using one nip for a leash! % "How can you eat that Japanese food for breakfast, Mike?" "Gotta kill the taste of that sockee in my mouth. That stuffs bad enough to kill bad breath!" "Hmm... I hadn't noticed!" "Oooh, that was low, Gary." Mike didn't really care about the slur on the bad breath, as he watched Gary's hairy torso bobb along, headed to the coffeemaker and returning to the table, cup in hand. He loved the look of the hairy chest, the two niblets almost drowning in the brown fur. "So, what's your schedule like today, Mike?" Gary asks with an embedded yawn. "You." "I mean, pertaining to making a living?" "You." "So, you plan on living off of me, huh? I know your kind." "Is that so, Gary. Ever have a guy live off of you?" "Um, sorta." "Really now? Who?" "In grad school. Had an apartment where the guy graduated." "Yeah... and?" "I suppose you wouldn't be happy til you hear the whole story now, would you Mike?" "Nobody likes interrogations!" "Hee hee.. okay, so I figured to make a little extra on the side to pay for the apartment, I placed an ad up on the bulletin board at college." "Wait. What college did you go to?" "West Richland. You don't think I arrived in West Richland in a spaceship do you?" "Or broom?" "Ahem! So, I figured being a grad student that another grad student might be interested. I get a call from a guy. Deep voice, seemingly very masculine. I told him to come over, we meet and I told him okay." "Cute?" "Very and gay!" "Aren't you the lucky one." "Yeah, with a boyfriend, no less." "Fuck yeah!" "So they both stayed with me and I charged each of them. They wound up supporting me! What do you think of that, Mike?" "Well ain't that a kicker! The three of ya get down and do any serious business?" "Nope." "No? What fun is that?" "Mike, I'm not that type of guy. Call me old fashioned, but I figured I wanted to save myself for that special man." "Thanks for the compliment, Gary." "Yeah, someday I guess I'm find him!" The two laughed and then got down to some serious comedy! % "Ken'ichi, that doesn't go in there!" "Look, I'm sorry dad!" "I told you that yesterday. You put the bags of rice on the top shelf, idiot!" "I guess it was a mistake for me to come here. Y'know I never see mom and you and figured I'd come here and..." "Listen, if you're going to come here and start feeling sorry for yourself, Ken, then...." "Sorry for myself? What the fuck you mean sorry for myself? I..." "Stop that vulgar talk right now, young man!" "Like you care. All you take me as is your bastard child. You never listen to me... You fuckin'...." Ken'ichi's father, known in the past for his outbursts of violence, grabs Ken'ichi right in the middle of his tee shirt, pulls him towards himself and plants his fist right in his gut. "Fuckin' ingrate! I put the clothes on your back, pay your tuition and this is the fuckin' thanks I get! Well, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Pulling Ken'ichi up by the scalp, his stepdad's fist sinks into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. A third punch connects with his jaw. All of the time Ken'ichi is taking the beating, his steddad is yelling out comments about his 'bastard son' this and 'bastard son' that. Ken'ichi comes to a rest over the pallet of rice he had started to unload. "Now to teach you some respect, you little asshole!" His stepdad proceeds to take the belt from his loops. With one swipe of his hand, he pulls Ken'ichi's tee shirt up, over his head, subduing the heavily breathing nineteen year old. His bare back glistens with sweat. Quickly, before his son can gain some strength back, the stepdad winds the buckled end around his fist. Standing to the side of Ken'ichi, he drapes the leather belt back and brings it up and over his head. Ken'ichi grabs the sack of rice as the belt cuts across his upper shoulder blades. "Fuckin' bastard! All I do for you..." "Akkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkk!" Ken'ichi cries out. He tries to get up, but a fist catches him in the left torso. The belt slices through the air, tearing again and again across the jock's back. He let's out a cry like a banshee. A third and fourth lash from the tool of torture cuts into Ken'ichi's back. Each time he tries to free himself form the assault. But it's no use with his stepdad's quick jabbing action. After God knows how many swats of the thick leather belt, his stepdad pulls his shirt back over his lacerated back. Blood soaks into it, streaking the grey fabric. Still in a fit of rage, his stepdad hauls him up and with a knee to his ass, kicks him out the back door of the restaurant. "I don't want to see your fuckin' faggot face around here anymore, got it?" He didn't even wait for a response and slammed the door. It would be the second to the last time he ever saw Ken'ichi's face again. Ken'ichi cried as he floundered around on the ground. He managed to crawl over to the compactor. Pulling himself up, both his gut and back killing him, he managed to stand. Half folded over the dumpster, he stayed for a long time. He remembered the back wall of the restaurant having a spigot. Finding it, he turned it on, gulping down water and placing it over his head. The cool morning air helped to revive him somewhat. "Gotta.... get... home... gotta... get home..." Crawling at first, then on hands and knees, he made it along the back lots of the buildings on 60th Street. He knew the quickest route would be through the woods, so he lit out, going tree branch by tree branch, heading in the direction he thought, the direction of his house resided. Impaired by the severe beating, Ken'ichi lost his way quickly. % "Hey, can I come to the office with you today, Jacq?" "Sean, it'll be way too boring for you." "I could see you in between appointments?" "Sean, you've got classes." "I know! Maybe I could meet you in between classes and we could do lunch?" "Now that might work. Are you free at noontime?" "Yeah, until my two o'clock class." "Then why don't we plan lunch, babe?" "Hee heee..." "What's that for, Sean?" "You called me your 'babe'." "Well, aren't you?" "Yeah and it feels so great, Jacq!" Sean swallowed the bit of toast and then toasted Jacq's lips. "Well, we better get going if you want a lift to school." "Now I know why I decided to come back here!" Sean said sarcastically. "Freeloader!" Jacq replied, their kiss revealing the true message. Hustling the last minute, Sean grabbed up some books, putting them into a canvas bookbag. "Hey, got an idea." "What's that Jacq?" "I have this extra valise. How would you like to have it, Sean?" "I've got this bookbag." "Bookbags are for kids. If you're going to be my partner, Sean, you have to look professional!" "Were you serious about me going into psychology? Becoming a shrink like you?" "If that's what you want to do, Sean. I can't force you, but it seems like you showed an interest. How about it?" "Sure. I'd like to try some psych courses and I might as well look the part." "Well, why don't you grab some catalogs from the registrar's office and tonight we can start to map out your career?" "Cool! Jacq, You're doing so much for me." "That's what goes with falling in love, Sean." A quick kiss and they were on their way out the door. % "Here's another item for the list." "Well, put it down Barry." "Steve, do you know how long this list is going to be?" "Bernice said if the little least thing is wrong to write it down." "But there's already, one, two, three, four, 5-6-7-8-9-ten, eleven... this'll be number twelve." "Barry, you haven't known Bernice as long as I have. What do you think her thoughts will be if the very next day, after we submit this list, she sees a repair truck out front and 'she' didn't call for it?" "Yikes! Must be awful to have the wrath of Bernice on a guy." "You learn quick, brother." "Dryer hose..." "Hurry up. I think I'm hungry for your hose, Barry!" "Steve, cool your jets. Then again... hmmm..." The next room they checked out was the jon. Down the hall, the boys lingered in one of the kid's bedrooms. "What'samatter Diego?" "I don't know if I'm gonna be staying here with you guys." Aidan came from across the room to put his arm around Diego, joining Philip's around the nine year old's shoulders. "I got an idea!" "What Aidan?" "Why don't we call your dad and ask him!" "Yeah, cool!" Philip called out. "Smart idea, Aidan." "Thanks Philip." "Aidan, do you know where Kade's phone number is?" "Nope." "Then forget that idea." "We could go to his house!" "Yeah, cool!" "Do you remember the way?" "Yep, but we gotta tell our dads." "I wonder where they are?" Diego asks. Philip replies, in his own little sarcastic way, "Probably the bedroom!" Aidan gets what Philip's grin means. They hightail it out of what would be a kid's bedroom and head for a grownup's one. "Hi dads!" "Did you guys check out your rooms already?" Philip cut to the chase, "Dad, Diego wants to know for sure if he's going to be staying here. Can we go ask his dad?" Barry and Steve weren't so sure of 'going' there, but they were game for a phone call. Steve offers, "Why don't I give them a call?" "Oh cool, dad! You have Kade's number?" "That I do. Let's go back to the house and I'll give them a ring." "Ooooh boy, Diego! We're gonna find out if you're moving in!" "But what if I'm not?" Barry looked at Steve. Sure enough, that could be the possibility. What a let down that would be for Diego. "Dad Barry?" "Yes, Aidan?" "Does Philip really know how to play the harp?" "Well, before we left he had some lessons." "Dad?" Aidan then approaches his own dad. "I betcha I can guess your question, but go ahead Aidan. Humor me!" "Dad, this is gonna be serious. Pay attention now!" "Okay.. okay, Aidan. You have my undivided attention." "Do you think I can learn to play the harp, too?" "Me too!" Diego says excitedly, even though nobody of authority is there to o.k. it for him. "Why don't we wait and see what Philip can play?" "Okay dad. But don't think I'm gonna forget about this!" Steve giggles, as the three walk away. "Hey guyyyyyyyys!" "What Diego?" "We forgot about the dads calling my dad!" "Oh yeah!" the two turn back to their friend. "Keep reminding us, Diego," Philip says to him. "Well dah, dad, you going to call Kade's house?" Aidan asks. "Oh yeah! Almost forgot! But I've got the number at the other house." "What're we waiting for guys?" "Yeah and Jade might have snacks for us!" "Yeah, c'mon. I'm so hungry I could eat a box of Twinkies!" "Hmm, I could eat a twink right now." "What was that Steve?" "Hee heeee... Um, I said your breath stinks!" % "Wait!" "What?" "Back up Jacq. I think I saw something." "A UFO, Sean?" "Get serious. Looked like a dead deer or something on the side of the road." "If it's dead then just leave it. Besides you'll be late for your class." "But what happens if it's not dead, Jacq? The poor thing will be suffering." "Well, you don't think I'm going to club it like a harp seal do you, Sean?" "No, but we could call the police or something." "How about an ambulance?" "Oh sure, Jacq. I could just see the deer on a guerney with an IV tube in it's leg!" "Alright... let's go see." Jacq puts the metallic blue Crossfire in reverse, stepping on it. Sean's chin bobs to his chest. "Shit! You almost gave me reverse whiplash!" "Hmm... knowing you, you'd probably sue me for the car!" "Hmm... how much is this heap worth?" "That's for me to know and you to find out... think limited edition...oh, where was that now?" "Just keep it slow. Wait, stop and let me get out." "Good idea." Sean leads the way backwards, first walking, but then spotting something dark with red, assumed blood on it, he speeds up his pace. Eventually it dawns on him that the object is not animal, but human. He quickly leans in the car window, walking along in motion and tells Jacq to dial 911. "It's human!" Running over to the person, faced down, Sean slowly turns the body over. "Ken'ichi? Oh fuck, what happened to you?" In his last breath, he clutches Sean's coat, asks, "Sean?" and passes out. "You know this guy?" "Yeah, he's the guy I dumped for 'you'!" "Let me get the blanket out of my car. I have some spring water, too." "He doesn't look good, Jacq." "What's his name?" "Ken'ichi Kitajima-Richards.. call him Ken." "How do you think he got way out here?" "I don't know Sean, but with no coat and exposed to the elements, plus that blood-soaked shirt I'm wondering that he's still... never mind." After they reset Ken on the blanket, wet his lips a bit, Sean took off his coat and put it over Ken. "Here, take my jacket, Sean." "No, it's okay." "Do you want to wind up sick? I've got a long sleeve shirt on." Soon, on the horizon the two could faintly hear the sirens and see red flashing lights. A police car escorted the ambulance. "What's happened here?" "We don't know. Sean said he saw something on the side of the road." "Yeah," Sean replies for himself, "I though it was a dead deer or something." Right away the paramedics swing into action, linking up with West Richland Memorial Hospital. "Okay, let me get some information from you two, please." Sean and Jacq waste no time in taking in the scenery in front of them. "Hey, I haven't seen you before. New to the force?" "Oh, I'm sorry. Dang it! I usually introduce myself. Yes, new as of yesterday. The name's Riley Sanchez." "Well, too bad we have to meet under these conditions. I'm Jacq della Croix and this is my... friend, Sean Clark..." "Sean?" "Oh, he went to see how his friend is doing." "It's good to meet you. Um, both of you." "Same here." "Well, let me get your statement. Brrr.... s'getting chilly out here." "Um, where is it that you hail from, Riley?" "Florida." "I figured as much." "I know. The tan is a dead giveaway, huh?" "Not many in this area sport a tan at this time of year." "I noticed that there's no tanning salons." "We're not exactly into the twenty-first century yet." "Um, officer?" "Oh, Sean, Riley introduced himself, but you had left for your friend." "Riley Sanchez," he reintroduced himself, shaking Sean's hand. "Nice to meet ya, Office Sanchez." "Riley, unless you're getting a speeding ticket!" The three giggled. "Oh, forgot to tell you Officer.. I mean Riley, the paramedic, the blonde guy wants to speak with you." "Oh, okay Sean. Thanks." "Nice guy, huh Jacq?" "Very nice," Jacq replies, seemingly talking about the features. Sean, no different, counter-replies, "Yeah, real looker." "Excuse me, Jacq?" "Yes?" "Would you mind pulling your car over to the other side of the road?" "Do I have your permission to make a u-turn aross the double line?" "I'll be sure to look at the woods and park it way up the road, please?" "Sean, make sure he's not looking!" Riley gets a kick out of Jacq's line. Within two minutes, a chopper bears down on the scene, throwing dirt and dust all over the place. "I see why you wanted me up the road." "Yeah, the car's a beauty," Riley tells Jacq. "I wouldn't want to see anything happen to it." "Yeah, thanks, Riley." "Looks like the victim took some beating." "Beating?" Jacq asks. "Yeah, his back has lacerations clear across his blades." "I wonder who did it." "I don't know, Jacq, but with what happened at the high school... Hey Sean, do you know if this guy is gay?" Sean turns his attention back to the two and replies, "Um, yeah matter of factly I do know. We're friends." "I know this is a tough question, but it's relevant, considering things that have happened in West Richland for the past day or two. Do you know if he is gay?" "Um, yeah... I mean..." Sean stutters. If he admits himself gay, that will throw some intended meaning onto Jacq. He's not so sure how far 'out' Jacq is or wants to be. Rather than make Sean tell, Riley offers, "Looks like we might have a bunch of homophobics out for the pleasure of stalking gays. I've had enough of that crap for one lifetime. That's why I'm asking." "Oh? Care to share that with us, Riley." "Sorry. I didn't mean to burden anybody with it." "Not a problem Riley." "Yeah, Jacq's a psychiatrist, if you need to get anything off your chest, Riley." "Really?" "Sure. Even if you would like to come over, have a drink and kick the bull with Sean and I, that would be fine." "Wow, you people are real friendly." "Hee hee... I take it you haven't met too many people here in West Richland." "Other than the job, I'm more of a recluse." "Why don't you drop by later for a drink. Oh, I should clear that with Sean, first." "No problem for me, Jacq." "Um, you two live together or something?" Realizing the position he just acknowledged, Riley rephrases the meaning, "I mean, do you rent Sean a room?" Jacq smiles, thinking, 'Quick coverup, Riley'. However, Jacq and Sean trade glances. It's Sean whom replies, "Yeah, we do live together, Riley." Smiling, taking Sean's hand in his, Jacq completes the senario, "Yeah, we have a gay relationship." That answered the questions on all fronts. "Then it's a def that I'd like to take you up on that drink, thanks." Jacq figured that the three understand each other and where they were headed, sexually. % "The pool sure is nice. You swim all winter long, Kade?" "Yeah. Look, Alonzo, I'm sorry I've been a sorrysport to you." "Hey, Kade. I understand that you're going through problems." "Yeah, well it seems that I've been nothing but a thorn in your ass since yesterday." The two lay on their back, in the shallow end of the pool. "Now, yesterday in the car I think we had a misunderstanding Kade." "That's the way you see it, Alonzo?" "Sure. After you explained yourself yesterday at Steve's..." "Steve's, yeah. Oh man that was my worst nightmare." "Why's that, Kade?" "First, I never meant to hurt Jade. She really is so kind, loving and I really fucked up our marriage." "Kade, don't you think it's better you found out now, before children became involved in the marriage." "Yeah. Okay, you're right, but that still doesn't allow for the way I messed it up, Alonzo." "Let me ask you something, Kade." "Sure." "When you dated Jade, how did you feel sexually?" "It's been four years. I'd say I borderlined on feeling bisexual. Meaning between hetero and bi." "Well, then for starters, things seemed copasetic." "Things had been good. It's only in these last few months that my feelings have been so different, Alonzo." "It's for sure that it's affected you Kade." "I know that for a fact, Alonzo. I mean yesterday I taught my worst lesson. Even Gail Fitch noticed." "Gail Fitch?" "My team teacher. Great teacher who really knows her stuff and she is so kind and she's a.. a.. never mind." "Don't tell me she's a lesbian?" "Yeah... how do you know I was going to say it, Alonzo?" "Hee hee.. I already know." "You do?" "Aha. Gail is Marsha's partner." "Well I'll be damned! And you knew this even yesterday?" "Hey, Marsha and I are good buddies at school." "Oh, I get it." "And it's not just because of the sexuality thing. We see eye to eye on a lot of issues." "Well, to tell you the truth, Alonzo I know that Marsha thinks highly of you." "Oh? How does that go, Kade?" "That's how I got my suspicions about Gail Fitch and Marsha Burke." "So you already knew that they are a couple?" "Like I said, I had my suspicions, Alonzo. Now you've confirmed them." "Oh my, my fingers are getting wrinkly. I better get out." "Alonzo, I want to first say that I appreciate what you did for me, getting me home last night and I'm not going to make any moves on you or anything." "Oh damn!" "What, Alonzo?" "I was hoping for some moves!" "C'mon now Alonzo. I know you don't operate like that." "Oh?" "Hey, it's not coincidence that you woke up with your nose in my hairy chest." "So, you tried to make a move on me already, huh Kade?" Alonzo pinched Kade's torso and that's all that was needed to start a wrestling match in the water. But it wound up with each hopping out of the pool and grabbing a towel. No moves were made after the pinch! % "Sorry, but there's no answer." "Maybe you're dad's coming over, Diego," Philip brought up the brilliant deduction. "Maybe. I hope we're not going to stay in that dumb apartment!" Like Chad would have said, Philip cuddles Diego, saying, "Don't worry, Diego. We're gonna work this out, aren't we Aidan?" "Yup." Steve and Barry smiled at their sensitive, caring sons. % how sweet... continued......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.