Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2023 18:33:23 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 150c

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There was a knock and Albert's head appeared, "Your Imperial Highness, Your
Grace, Mr Daniel Schere to see you."

I nodded, "Please show him in."

The door opened wider and into the room came Daniel Schere. He was
dark-haired, probably late twenties, with a black moustache. He gave a
stiff head bow towards me and seemed to nod to Darius, the only other face
he seemed to recognise. I invited him to join us at the table.

James introduced everyone, while Albert brought round tea.

I smiled, "Right, let's get started."

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 150c –

Part 150c minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Micaheal Mishcon – (Mishcon) Athol's family Solicitor. Now Forts and
Davy's solicitor as well.

Count Samara – (Count Samara/Stepan) 60ish Advisor to Forts and
purchaser of Russian art. Russian émigré escaped the slaughter by the
Bolsheviks. Knew Fort's parents and Tsar Nicholas II.

Richard Forbes – (Mr Forbes/Richard/Rich) 30year old New History Master
at Fraser Castle School.

Robert Milner - Photographer and artist. First appeared in chapter 113a,
now based in the old Garden summer house at Castle Fraser, which doubles as
his studio.


**

Davy takes up the story

Forts had been very quiet after he returned from his ride with Stepan. Not
his usual spontaneous self. Even during the interview with Daniel Schere,
he had hardly said a thing, just agreeing with everyone. It was really
unlike him.

Once we were alone, I had asked him if everything was okay. He had assured
me it was, but he had some thinking to do. He remained quiet and thoughtful
for the rest of the evening.

We had said good night to the boys and headed to bed. Forts had quickly
stripped off and put on his nightshirt and gotten into bed. Naked, I
climbed in behind him. He was facing away from me. This was so unlike him,
Forts always acted like a fun-loving teenager at bedtime, always laughing,
waggling his willy at me and having a laugh. If this was him being more
serious, I didn't like it or want it. I turned off the light and spooned up
behind him and kissed the back of his head. "Are you sure you are okay?"

He nodded. His voice was flat. "I am sorry I have let you and the boys
down."

That was it. I scrabbled for the bedside light and switched it on. "Forts,
you haven't let anyone down. Not even yourself, now, stop this!"

He turned to face me. "Everyone thinks I have, you heard Stepan."

"No, they bloody don't and Stepan definitely doesn't. Forts, you are using
your selective hearing again!" I shuffled back to him and wrapped my arms
round him and kissed his lips. "No one has had to cope with what we
have. None of them! Christ, Forts, I am surprised that neither of us is in
the loony bin. God, three years ago I was plain old Davy Thomas and you
Forts with the big dick. Now look at us, you are a Russian Grand Duke, heir
to the Russian throne, and father to a beautiful boy. Me, gawd, I am His
Grace the Duke of Pittodrie. Forts, you couldn't make this up. So, stop
being so hard on yourself..." I gave him a squeeze round his waist. I let
my hand slip lower down to his groin and gripped his fat cock though his
nightshirt, "Just be hard for me." I nuzzled into his ear, nibbling his
earlobe.

Forts gave a little giggle and turned to me. "I love you."

"I love you too." I felt his cock swell in response to my gentle
massaging. The heat of it easily transferring to my hand from through the
linen. Forts kissed me, his lips initially firm against mine. Then his
tongue snaked its way in to my mouth as he rolled me onto my back and
clambered over me. I grinned as our noses touched, and took hold of his
nightshirt, "You had better lose this."

Forts kissed my nose and held out his arms, allowing me to pull the linen
nightshirt from his body. I threw it to the floor and widened my legs
slipping them up and round his waist.

Forts smiled. I groaned as his now rock-hard cock pushed hard against
mine. I kissed him again, "Now I don't want to hear any more nonsense about
letting anyone down. Just make love to me."

Forts slipped his hands under my thighs and lifted them gently, rocking me
further onto my back. He reached for the KY and lubed up his fingers and
then his thick shaft and cock head. It tickled as he tapped my now exposed
hole with the pad of his finger and then eased his fingertip into
me. Slowly, his eyes not leaving mine, he wanked his shaft, simultaneously
pushing his finger deeper into me, opening me, ready for his cock.

"I love you," he mumbled as he manoeuvred his cockhead tight against my
hole. Then he pushed forward, his finger withdrawing and being replaced by
his bellend. His hand slipped to grip the base of his cock as my hand
gripped the tops of his arms.

"I love you too, more than you will ever know."

He rolled his hips forward, pushing his cockhead into me past my
sphincter. I moaned out loud at the pleasurable intrusion. Once more, his
hand slipped down to hold my thighs and tilt me slightly backwards. I
couldn't take my eyes off of his as he slid inch after inch of his
beautifully thick shaft into me, my hands gliding from his arms on to his
chest, my fingers burying themselves in the thick dark curls of his chest
hair.

I tensed my arse muscles, gripping the base of his shaft as tightly as I
could. He grinned and winked, letting out a low moan, "Oh, I love it when
you do that."

He began to fuck me, grinding his cock into me, his hips performing barely
perceptible circles as he worked his cockhead into every corner of me. He
chuckled as I closed my eyes as his flared cockhead brushed over my man
nut. "Ah, there he is. I thought it was hiding."

My mouth opened to reply, but the intense feelings of pleasure shooting
through my body completely messed with my ability to speak coherently. I
raised my head, Forts moved his lips to mine. My hands slipped round his
back, my legs followed, both sets of limbs entwining and holding him tight
as he thrust in and out of me. Grinding me hard into the mattress, each
powerful thrust set off fireworks of pleasure within me.

His chest hair rubbed against my exposed nipples and cockhead. Every thrust
stimulated somewhere in my brain. My balls tightened, before I could say
anything my cum was spewing out of my throbbing cockhead between our
bodies. I mumbled, "Shit, sorry, I couldn't stop myself."

Forts grinned, his thrusts increased in tempo, "That's what I planned to
happen." He kissed my nose, his eyes steeled, and he began to really plough
into me. "Fuck, I love it when you cum, your arse really grips my cock
tightly."

He closed his eyes and moaned, "Oh, yes!" His hips locked forward and I
felt his cock throbbing inside me. I was only able to imagine his cock lips
flaring as each spurt flew from his cock and landed inside me. We lay
kissing and stroking each other, Forts' cock still embedded deep inside
me. He kissed me again and nuzzled into my neck, before his lips kissed
their way up and he began nibbling my earlobe. "God, I needed that. Thank
you."

I kissed him back, hugging him with all my strength, "Don't thank me, I
needed it as much as you."


**


Mishcon takes up the story the following morning

Thankfully, the train left on time. I glanced at my watch. I was on my way
to Inverurie, no one knew but me. I had to speak to Forts and Davy. I had
thought about phoning them, but this really needed to be a face-to-face
meeting. My fingers tapped the briefcase containing the letter, or should I
say demands, from Count Uvarov and the Countess, the Lady Formoye. I had
considered just paying them both off, but I knew if Forts found out, there
would be all hell to pay.

How different my arrival at Inverurie station was this trip. No red
carpets, no fawning station manager, just myself and three others stepping
out onto the damp platform. I pulled up my collar against the cool morning
air and followed the signs towards the carpark and what promised waiting
taxis.

If I had been expecting a motor vehicle of any kind, I was sadly mistaken,
however there was a black horse-drawn hansom cab. God, I hadn't seen one of
those in years. After a lot of haggling, I managed to convince the driver
to take me to Pittodrie House; the mention of His Imperial Highness seemed
to sway it, or so I thought, it wasn't until we were on our way that the
driver spoke to me further. He was just full of praise for Forts and Davy
constantly reiterating what amazing landlords they were and that he hoped
he might see them. He wasn't wrong, with Christmas fast approaching, I knew
that the estate funds would be down for the months of December and January,
as Forts and Davy refused to take any rent for those months.

I was beginning to feel a touch nauseous when we finally turned onto the
carriage drive at Pittodrie House. It is funny how you get used to the
motion of a motorcar and then find horse-drawn vehicles so different.

As we came to a halt by the main entrance to the house, I could see two
American Jeeps parked up. One in US Army colours, the other totally painted
black. Forts, Davy, and James were standing with two American Army
officers. A few feet away stood Darius and Duke, Forts' and Davy's most
faithful shadows. They all stopped talking and looked round as I got down
out of the hansom cab.

Forts glanced at Davy and then turned back to me with a smile. "Mishcon,
hello, err, we weren't expecting you. Is there a problem?" Forts turned
back to Davy, then at James, who shrugged his shoulders. All of them now
looked somewhat concerned. I just smiled weakly, I really didn't want to
say anything in front of the two Americans. I walked towards them, "Your
Imperial Highness, Your Grace. Gentlemen."

Forts took my hand, "Now I know there is a problem. Mishcon, let me
introduce Colonel Enzo Lombardi, a dear new friend, and I think you already
know Dexy and James."

I greeted them all. Forts looked behind me, I glanced round, the hansom cab
driver was standing by his horse, smiling at us, expectantly.

I lowered my voice, "Ahh, Forts, this gentleman has just brought me from
the station. I get the impression he would really like to meet you."

Forts smiled and began walking towards the horse cab. Duke seamlessly
followed, maintaining an almost invisible presence near to him.

"Fine-looking horse you have there." Forts clapped the horse's neck.

The cab driver bowed his head, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Forts held out his hand, "Very good to meet you and thank you for looking
after my friend so well."

The cabbie was now beaming. "It was my pleasure, Your Highness, Your
Majesty. Sir."

Forts nodded, "And it is very good to meet you too, Mr?"

"Dougal Farquharson, Your Majesty. I am one of your tenants. My house is
just being done up. I wanted to thank you and his Grace for your kindness
in doing that for us."

"It is our pleasure, Mr Farqarkharson."

Davy stifled a grin as Forts attempted to repeat the name, he always
struggled with the pronunciation of some of the highland surnames,
especially when they weren't pronounced as they were spelt. Forts turned
back to us, "James, could you sort out the cab for Mishcon, please?"

James stepped forward to pay the cabbie, while Forts attempted to extricate
his hand from Mr Farquharson's grip. "Well, it's been a pleasure to meet
you Dougal, hopefully we will see you at the tenants Christmas party."

Still beaming, Mr Farquarson spoke with James and once paid, got back up on
his cab and, with a friendly wave, turned it back towards the road.

*

Dexy and Enzo stood in silence. Forts explained to me that the black Jeep
was a present for the vet. He grinned as I shook my head. These guys'
generosity knew no bounds or limits.

Forts just winked at me. "Well, it shows I read the documents you sent, GMC
build them and I saw that Davy and I own the company."

I nodded my head again. "You do, well, two-thirds of it, anyway."

Forts winked, "It's nothing dodgy, we'll pay for it. Now you had better
come in and tell us what the problem is."

Enzo smiled and approached Forts. "I can see you are busy. We will give you
some space. Until next time, my friend."

Forts embraced him and the two exchanged hugs. "Good bye, my friend. I am
sorry I had hoped we could go for another ride, next time, I promise."

"You're on. See y'all again real soon."

With that Enzo and Dexy climbed into the marked Jeep and, with the engine
bursting into life, they gave a wave and headed off down the drive.


**

James takes up the story

Forts took hold of Mishcon's arm. "We are just about to have the morning
meeting. I think it best if you come and speak to us all there."

Mishcon nodded and followed Forts and Davy inside. Dima, Samara, Robert,
and Chris were already in the meeting room when we arrived.

There were apprehensive glances all round as Mishcon walked in with Forts
and took a seat next to him.

"Are we all ready, gentlemen?" Forts forced himself to smile as we all
nodded, but it was obvious he was as concerned as the rest of us at
Mishcon's unexpected appearance. "Now, you will see we have been joined
very unexpectedly by our solicitor, Mr Mishcon. I have no idea why he is
here, so, unless anyone has any objections, I would like to ask him to kick
us off this morning."

Mishcon opened his briefcase and took out a couple of files. "Forts, Davy,
I have been contacted by Count Uvarov, the letter being countersigned by
the Lady Formoye."

I watched as Forts glanced at Davy. The mention of those two names had all
of our attention. I think the bodies of everyone round the table visibly
stiffened. Forts nodded, "Go on."

"Forts, Davy, forgive me if I cut straight to the chase. They are demanding
money, lots of money, ostensibly, to purchase their silence, or they state
they will be speaking to the press about what they describe as the
'debauched, disgusting, unhealthy, perverted, and morally corrupting,' way
you all live here."

Davy visibly slumped in his chair. Forts turned to him and took hold of his
hand, reassuringly. Dima leapt out of his chair, his fist thumping the
table several times as he spat out. "Nikogda! ... Kak smeet ethot nikchemny
kusok derma ugrozhat tebe?"

Samara nodded. Robert glanced at us all and reached for Dima's arm. "Dima
in English, although I think we all get the gist."

Dima smiled at Robert and turned to Forts. "Sorry Prince, I said 'Never!
... How dare that worthless piece of shit threaten you?'"

Forts nodded, but didn't answer. Robert took hold of Dima's arm and guided
him back to sitting.

Forts swallowed, "So what do you suggest, Mishcon?"

Mishcon sighed. "You pay them off."

Dima was out of his chair again. "No Forts, you know he will just keep
coming back for more."

Forts nodded and turned to Count Samara. "Stepan, what do you think?"

Slowly, Stepan stood. He seemed to weigh each word before he spoke. "Your
Imperial Highness, Your Grace," he gave a head bow to each of them. "While
I agree with Prince Chikenoff, this will never be the last demand. I also
agree with Mishcon. I see no other choice, as odious as Uvarov is, he is
not stupid. If he is making threats to go to the press, he will have
evidence to back up his claims, of that you can be sure."

Forts nodded and turned to Davy, who now had a large tear rolling down his
cheek. "Forts, just pay them off, we can't risk being sent to prison. Think
of Draco and the boys."

Forts put his arm round Davy and wiped away the tear with his finger. "It
will be okay. I promise."

I was watching Mishcon; I wish his face had looked as certain about that
statement as Forts' had.

I swallowed. "Forts, may I speak?"

"James, please do. You don't have to ask, my friend."

"Mishcon, do we have any idea as to the plans of the two of them? Are they
intending to stay in England?"

Mishcon shook his head, "No, I could try to find out. At the moment they
are living it up at the Ritz, and telling anyone who will listen they are
dear friends of His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Drageon
Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial, and heir to the
Russian throne."

Chris leant forward. "Who is paying for all that?"

Mishcon lowered his eyes, "I have been, but the latest demands are much
more excessive." He turned to Forts, "Forts, Davy, please forgive me, I
only sought to keep you both safe."

Forts nodded, "It's okay, Mishcon. I would have told you to do the same."

Dima shook his head and hissed, "Where is Gary when we need him? He would
have put a stop to this immediately."

Again, Forts didn't answer him, he just glanced at Dima, who apologised, he
knew he had overstepped the mark.

Samara spoke again. "Your Imperial Highness, in the meantime, you have to
make sure if you are photographed at all, that you are... I don't know,
holding Draco, preferably with Alexandra nearby, maybe she will be mistaken
for the new lady in your life. You need to be presenting yourself in public
as if any unsavoury allegations they make are obviously nonsense."

I watched as Forts' neck flushed red. "Pardon?" Forts glared at Stepan. For
a moment it looked like Forts was going to explode again. Forts paused and
visibly bit his lip, "Sorry, Stepan."

Samara smiled and nodded. I am sure he mouthed, "Molodets Printz." (Well
done, Prince).

Forts smiled knowingly, and I know I breathed a sigh of relief; Forts had
controlled himself.

Davy let out a sigh and took hold of his hand. "Forts, Stepan is right. We
can't give them any more ammunition against us until we finally decide what
we are going to do."

Forts turned to Davy, "But Davy?"

"I'll be okay, anyway, we have no choice by the sound of it." Another tear
rolled down Davy's cheek.

Forts' knuckles were white as he gripped Davy's hand. He turned back to
Mishcon, "How much do they want?"

Mishcon swallowed, "Their opening gambit was one million."

Dima threw himself back in his chair, "Na Khui!"

Robert grimaced, his lips tight as he translated. "Fucking Hell."

Dima glanced at him. Before continuing. "I will kill the svo lach."

Robert, quieter this time, his eyes looking straight at the
tabletop. "Trash,"

Dima waited, a wry smile forming on his lips, he looked bemused as he
concluded. "Myself!"

At least Robert's translations made us all chuckle, including Forts and
Davy, bringing a touch of levity to the proceedings.

Mishcon spoke again, "Forts, this is just their opening shot, it won't be
anywhere near that amount, when we finally settle."

Dima again. "Yebat!" (Fuck)

Robert glanced over disapprovingly at Dima.

Forts grinned, "I know that one, Robert. Mishcon, get your people on to it,
in the meantime, make it seem like we are rolling over and getting our
tummies rubbed."

*

Forts was holding Davy's hand tightly, "What's next?"

Samara smile and stood, "I fear it's me again, Prince."

Forts smiled, chuckling, "Go on."

"Forts, the timing is not great, but I spoke to you that the King offered
to assist you with your role."

"Yes, I remember."

"Well, he has invited you to London this week to shadow him. The royal
train will pick you up from Inverurie Station and you will travel down with
him. Then you will travel to the Sandringham Estate with Davy meeting us
there on Friday for the weekend before you return here."

"Can't Davy come with me for the week?"

"Forts," It was Robert, "The Palace is aware that Davy will be teaching all
week, they have invited him to join you all on Friday. I can arrange for
him to come down in your rail carriage, so that you can both come back in
it."

Samara nodded, then hesitated. "Forts, this offer to shadow the King is for
you, not Davy."

Davy smiled, although I am not sure it wasn't forced. "Forts, you have to
go. Everyone is right. I will have to teach, Athol will have a fit if I
disappear off again. You go and then I will see you over the weekend and we
can travel back here together."

Davy glanced at his watch. "Christ, talking about work. I am going to be
late." He kissed Forts, excused himself, and left.


**

Robert Milner takes up the story later that day

Trying to appear casual, I walked past the half-panelled glass door to
Richard's classroom. Glancing in, I could see he was standing at the front
of the room. Davy Thomas was with him, I wasn't expecting that. The large
picture I had given him of Castle Fraser yesterday pinned on to the
blackboard. Richard's bamboo pointer was highlighting various parts of the
building to the rapt attention of the boys in the class.

I hovered, waiting to be able to take a photograph of him in front of his
class, without him knowing.

*

I am getting ahead of myself. I had been overjoyed when he called into my
humble abode yesterday afternoon after his walk. I had even had a quick
clear up in the off chance that he would, or was it hope?

I had been working on the painting of Forts, Davy and the boys in their
imperial regalia when he called by. I was rather proud of how the painting
was turning out. I had my back to the Georgian glass, floor to ceiling
window panes making the most of the natural light. I had suddenly felt as
if I was being watched. I turned and Richard had his hand shielding above
his eyes and was peering in to the room. I waved and pointed towards the
door.

Ditching my paint brushes, I hurried to open it. "Oh, I am so pleased you
called by."

He smiled and nodded. He sounded a bit embarrassed, "Sorry about peering in
like that, I wasn't totally sure this was the place. It's so beautiful, and
yet so much glass, it is not very private, is it?"

"You are not the first to say that." I chuckled. My eyes did not leave his
face. "Please, in you come. Did you have a good explore round?"

"I have, thank you. You are right, the mausoleum is beautiful... So, this
is your studio and your home?" His eyes scanned round the room.

"It is." I gave a wide sweep of my arm, "It's not much, but it is all I
need. Athol did offer me a room up at the castle, but the light here is so
much better. Please, have a seat, tea?"

"Yes please, that would be lovely."

I dashed back into the little kitchen area and started up the kettle. I
glanced round as I grabbed a plate and the little bag of biscuits Landers
had given me earlier. Richard was standing, looking at the painting I had
been working on.

He smiled as I came back into the room. "This is amazing. You have really
captured them all."

I blushed, "Well, the photograph I took helps." I rummaged through the pile
of papers on the stool next to the easel. "Here it is, see, I am basically
copying it."

Richard took the photograph, "This is a great photograph... No wonder they
both wanted you to stay on at the Castle."

Before I could answer, the kettle let out a shrill whistle. I smiled, "One
minute."

Richard nodded, returning my smile.

I began making the tea, calling back. "It helps that they both photograph
so well especially Forts. He is a natural at posing for photographs. Davy
tends to be a bit more reserved."

Richard had vanished from my sight. I grabbed the cups and plate of
biscuits and hurried back into the main room. He had pulled back a cloth I
had covering another picture of Forts I was working on.

He let go of the cover, "Oh sorry, I am probably not meant to see that
one."

Richard had been looking at one of the first naked painting of Forts I had
done. "Forts won't mind. Davy was there when he posed for it."

Richard smiled. "He is a good-looking chap, that's for sure." He smiled,
adding, "Hung too, by the look of that."

I nodded and handed him his tea and offered him a biscuit. "That is one of
the reasons I have asked my old tutor to come up and photograph
him. Although he is a Russian Prince, Forts has a ... I don't know, common
touch. No, that's not right, really. An easy manner... Let's just say he is
comfortable in his skin and with who he is."

Richard smiled and sat down on the small couch I had. "So, you were going
to tell me about little Draco."

I nodded and joined him on the couch. "Nudge up."

Richard smiled. He had a beautiful smile. "I will, but tell me about
yourself first?"

Richard looked down at his cup. "There's not much to tell, really."

"Well, let's start with, when did you become a teacher?"

He smiled, "I think I always have been." He seemed to pause, maybe a lost
memory filled his mind. Obviously not wishing to talk about it. He changed
the subject. His eyes went to a large photograph of Castle Fraser I had
taken when I first arrived. "Did you take that?" He leant towards the
photograph.

I nodded, "Yes, when I first came here... I am rather proud of it."

"You should be, it really shows the place off well. I love how it shows
what was originally built as a defensive structure was transformed into a
home."

I had never really looked at the photograph like that, but now I could see
what he meant. "You mean, like there being few windows on the ground floor,
and those that were, small... Defensive..."

He nodded, smiling. "Well done. I wish I had one like it to show the boys
in my classes. I am sure they all walk around with their eyes shut... They
don't even see those things. Living history is all around them and they
don't even appreciate it."

I jumped up, "Well, you must take it. I can always print off another one."
I took down the photograph, rolled it up and handed it to him.

"Are you sure? That is so kind." Our eyes met again.

I felt that jolt once more, my stomach filled with butterflies. "Most
definitely." I sat down beside him once more. I chuckled, feeling slightly
turned on by the heat coming from his body sat so close to mine. "So, do
you have anyone special in your life?"

He bit his lip and shook his head.

Smiling, I nudged him with my elbow. "I don't believe that for a minute, a
good-looking chap like you."

Richard suddenly looked uncomfortable. He swallowed and put down his
teacup. "Look, I had better be going."

I reached for his arm. "Please, I didn't mean to upset you. Was it
something I said? I'm sorry. Please stay."

Richard forced himself to smile, "No, you haven't upset me. I am just being
silly. Thank you, sorry, but I had better go."

He made to stand. I jumped up first. "Richard please, I'm sorry, please
stay a while longer... I don't get many visitors out here. It would be good
to talk to someone other than myself."

He nodded and shuffled back into the couch.

I smiled, grateful he had decided to stay. "More tea?"

He grinned, and we both began to laugh. "Sorry, Robert, I am just quite a
private person... No, you haven't upset me, I am just being silly, and yes,
another cup of tea would be lovely." He paused, "And I promise to talk
about something other than tea." He smiled and his eyes focused on mine,
they looked so warm, yet sad.

I quickly refilled the teacups and returned to the room. This time, Richard
didn't make eye contact, instead he seemed to be concentrating on his
teacup as I handed it to him. "I did have a partner, his name was Martin."
Richard paused, and I saw his eyes glass up. "He was a soldier... He was
killed in Normandy... At Dunkirk." A tear rolled down his cheek, he quickly
wiped it away, "God, sorry, you would think I would be getting over it by
now." He took out a hankie and gently blew his nose. "Look, I am sorry, you
don't want to hear about this." He stood, another tear rolled down his
cheek.

He put down his cup and pursed his lips, those sad eyes met mine
again. "Thank you for the tea." He turned for the door.

I quickly grabbed him and turned him towards me. "Richard, it's okay... You
look like you need a hug... Can I?"

He nodded as more tears rolled down his face. I pulled him into me, "There,
there, we all need a hug sometimes." I continued to hold him as he sobbed,
stroking his back as his hands lightly gripped my waist.

We stood like that for only a moment, before he tensed and pulled
away. "I'm sorry, I don't even know you. What will you be thinking of me?"

"Richard, please, you are welcome to stay."

He turned to face me, "You are very kind, but I must be getting
back... Thank you for the tea. Thank you for the picture."

He picked up his rucksack, and the rolled-up photograph, then he was
gone. I watched him hurry off down the path away from the summerhouse. I
moved closer to the window, watching him as long as I could. There was
something about him that drew me to him, his presence made my heart race.


**

Richard Forbes takes up the story

I don't think I stopped running until I got into my room and banged the
door closed behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest. I stood with my
eyes closed, desperately trying to control my breathing. Why was I acting
like this? I am a grown man.

The familiar voice in my head came through clear and comforting. "It's
okay, I want you to be happy."

My eyes snapped open and focused immediately on the photograph of Martin;
my dear Martin, by my bedside.


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