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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 51.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

 

Aleric.

Gareth's wealth; his car; his apartment, has been something I've got used to, but being in this private jet is a whole new world of extravagance to me. From the moment the limo dropped us off at the airport I've been in a world of make-believe. And Gareth has done this just for me.

 

We were together at his office arranging our flights with Helena when I joked that he should buy a private jet to save all this bother. Gareth laughed, and so did Helena. Then Gareth just lifted his hands in resignation and said to Helena, "Shall we spoil him? I'm sure Jonas can find some way of offsetting the cost for tax purposes."

 

Helena chuckled. "Angela Merkel won't be pleased."

 

Thirty minutes later I was looking on the computer at photos of the Challenger 604 that he'd hired to take us to Tokyo. It was as simple as that... to him, but to me it was another world, especially because the plane was costing seven thousand Euros an hour.

 

And it's another world now as I sit in the soft opulence of the grey leather seats that are actually a lounge within the aircraft. But apart from absorbing the luxuriousness of the aircraft, I'm thinking about other things while Gareth is working on his laptop on the other side of the table that separates us... I'm thinking about Yokiko.

 

Gareth has done a lot of things while he was arranging this trip, and for most of one day I can't be with Gareth. That's where Yokiko comes in. The time I'm not with Gareth will be spent in Yokiko's company. Apparently, Herr Miyagi asked Gareth if he would allow his son to spend the day with me while he was at his business meeting. I objected at first when he told me, but Gareth persuaded me that it would be for the best and that he wouldn't take me if I had no company while he was doing his business. When I finally agreed, I was with Gareth when they were arranging it over the phone, but I don't know what was said because he spoke in Japanese.  He's a genius that way, able to switch from one language to another without even thinking about it. He's different than me. I have to turn each word over in my head when I'm trying to speak English with him, and he often chuckles when I get things wrong. Pete Sawyer – Gareth's best work pal who does a load of stuff that Gareth doesn't have time to deal with - also giggles when he hears me speaking it. He says I'm the first person he's ever heard speaking English with a German/Welsh accent.

 

I like Pete. He's one of those roguish folk whose eyes sparkle when he's being funny. But I've never met Yokiko, and I'm not sure I want to meet somebody who's in love with Gareth. How will he react to me? I'll feel inferior to him. He's so well educated that I'm a dunce in comparison to him. He's a year older than me, but already he can speak five languages, including German and English. He also speaks Mandarin and French as well as his own language. Gareth says he's a very ordinary boy, but how can somebody who is that clever be ordinary? And I'm thinking all this when Gareth raises his head and looks at me from across the aircraft aisle, and asks, "What are you thinking about?"

 

I grin at him. "Who says I was thinking anything?"

 

He grins. "You're too quiet not to be thinking. I'll just finish this and we'll get some sleep or the time difference will tell on you big time if you don't. We'll have something to eat before we turn in." He looks at his watch. "They'll be doing a pilot change shortly. It's best we do everything together. These long flights need to be managed. What would you like to eat?"

 

I give him a naughty look. "You."

 

He chuckles. "You've got no chance. Press that bell and get Karina in here and we'll order dinner."

 

Karina is beautiful. She's Finnish, and the lone stewardess on this flight. When we first boarded, she introduced herself, and when Gareth told her that this was my first time on a private jet, she took me in hand and showed me around, even taking me into the cockpit to introduce me to the two pilots who were already doing stuff in there. They were all nice, and so were the two pilots who would take over mid-flight because a nearly fourteen hour journey - including a refuelling stop because this aircraft can't do it in one go - was too long for one crew to do it on their own. Apparently, this particular plane is reserved solely for long distance flights, and the aircraft is divided into two sections: one for us and one for the crew. Me and Gareth are in the back end of the plane, and the rest are up front.

 

Because I was excited, I was up at seven this morning and went down to Mum to get my breakfast while Gareth trimmed his designer stubble and did some work. He very rarely eats a proper breakfast... just a few nibbles and his coffee, but after cereal, I'd eaten a large plate of Mum's grilled homemade rostbratwurst and eggs with her homemade crusty bread, and said goodbye to Gottwin and Gunther by the time he sauntered into Mum's apartment at nine o'clock. We'd already packed the night before, so it was just a case of saying goodbye to Mum and Dad before we set off to Tegel Airport at 1pm, and I was hungry again, so at the airport I had a pizza and some fries while Gareth had a `proper dinner', as he called it: a mish-mash of vegetables and chicken. When I made fun of him eating all that sort of stuff, he giggled and told me I'd better get used to it if I wanted to go to Wales with him in the summer. Then he told me that they ate raw mutton down in the valleys, and I knew then he was making fun of me. But I can't wait to go there with him. We've talked a lot about it, and that's where we're going to get married. We've already been looking at rings.

 

I still can't get used to the time difference between Berlin and Tokyo. Gareth says he's arranged the timing to be best for me, and he says, because I'm like a bear with a sore head if I don't get at least eight hours sleep, I've got to go to sleep at seven o'clock in the evening Berlin time, which is 2am Tokyo time. I told him I couldn't do that, but he says he's going to give me a sleeping tablet to make me go to sleep, or I'll be really knackered when we get to Tokyo.

 

**********************

 

Tokyo. Yes, I wanted to go, and I got excited at times thinking about it, especially when we got on the plane, but there's something gnawing at me every time I think about what will happen when we get there. Gareth will be meeting Yokiko again. I keep trying to push the thought out of my mind, but I'm not always successful. I have a rival. That's what's bothering me. I'm jealous.

 

*********************

 

When Karina has laid out our dinner, made a fuss of me (which makes Gareth chuckle) and left us to eat with an `Enjoy your meal', I can only pick at the food while Gareth cuts up his meal and eats like an American by using just his fork. Normally, I love to watch him eating, but this time I don't get any pleasure from it. Gareth notices that I'm not eating as I normally do, and he asks, "Are you feeling okay?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm not really hungry. What's this Yokiko really like?"

 

I expect Gareth to make fun of me, but he doesn't. "Intelligent; very good looking; he dresses much like you when he's no need to be formal; polite; pleasant, and you'll be fine with him because he speaks good German as I told you."

 

I look right into Gareth's eyes. "And he's a clever clogs because he speaks five languages, which makes me a dunce. And he's in love with you! You missed that bit out!"

 

Gareth looks right back into me. "Yes. So?"

 

"I don't like him!"

 

Gareth puts down his fork, wipes his mouth with a serviette, leans back in his seat, and stares at me. "You're not being helpful. I went to a lot of trouble to make sure you were fine while I was working."

 

I sneer at him. "Are you sure getting him involved was for me?"

 

The moment I say it I'm regretting it, because Gareth's face takes on a steely look, and I reckon if we weren't on the plane, just like he did at Kurt's place, the crockery would go flying because I can see the temper in his eyes. Then he controls himself and stares at me for a while. I know how my Special Man works by now, and I know that I've taken us to the edge again. This is not the first time I've pissed him off, and I know he's perfectly capable of changing all our plans in the blink of an eye if I've pushed him too far.

 

************ ************** ************* ************** *************

 

Gareth.

Click... click... click. If sitting opposite me were anybody else but the boy I love, I might be tempted to open the damned door of the plane and throw him out. Inside I'm seething, but I'm also hurting emotionally. I stare at the boy I love; at those deep brown/green eyes that torment my soul, and I try to get inside him to work out what's brought this on. If I'd been teasing him about Yokiko then I could understand how Aleric would be feeling, but, deliberately, I've never done that. I usually know how my boy works, but this jealous outburst has taken me by surprise, and I know I can't joke my way out of this situation. Beware the Hun! Time to don the kid-gloves, so I lean forward and put both hands on the table and tell him, "Give me your hands!" Because his bottom lip is pouted and because his eyes are narrowed, Aleric is almost in tears. I know what's going on. He's overdosing on anger, and I know part of that anger is directed at himself because he knows he's been unfaithful to me and at the same time he has the audacity to question my own loyalty. But when he gets angry with himself, he often lashes out at me. I don't want that to happen now, so I smile at him and urge him gently, "Give me your hands." His face is contorting now, so I nod slowly to help him through his emotional turmoil. "Please?"

 

Inwardly I'm breathing a sigh of relief when I see that, reluctantly, he puts both hands on the table, but I have to reach across to get hold of them, and when I do, I make sure I've got hold of them tightly so he can't get away. That's important. He's so disturbed by his jealousy and guilt that anything other than me forcibly doing this could be disastrous, and I know I'm right when I feel him try to unclasp our hands when he looks angrily at me and snarls, "What now?!"

 

Again I smile at him. "Aleric... nobody can ever get in the part of me that belongs only to you. But what sort of a person would I be if I was cruel to all those that tried? Isn't it bad enough for them that they were rejected? They have feelings too."

 

Aleric looks puzzled. "So you're making me spend time with Yokiko just to make him feel good?"

 

I nod. "That's part of it. But I'm also trying to explain to him why he has no chance with me. I didn't organise this without giving it a great deal of thought. If Yokiko was a different boy than he is, I'd keep him well away from you... and keep a large space between him and me. But he's a very nice young man; a very gentle young man; a very compassionate young man, and also a very intelligent young man. He's already worked out that he's got no chance with me, and what I really want to do is present him with the reason why he's got no chance with me... and that reason is Aleric Hahn. You see, the Japanese are culturally much different to us. They value honour more than most things, and the honourable thing to do in this case is confront Yokiko with the evidence of why he's being rejected. That will be important to him. He has a life to live, and isn't it right that two people who have found everything that he desires should help him along? And then, and it's a very big `and then', maybe, just maybe, he might get ultra lucky and find what he wants. I doubt very much that he'll find what I found, but I hope he does." Tears from Aleric now, and I know the crisis is over. Time to change tack, so I let go of Aleric's hands and throw my serviette at him. "Now dry your bloody eyes and stop being daft. Besides, if I'm truthful, I want to show you off."

 

Aleric takes the serviette, dries his eyes, half grins, and says, "Sorry."

 

I grin at him. "I was hooked the moment I got in your pants at The Schiller."

 

"You didn't get in my pants at The Schiller!"

 

I pretend to be surprised. "Oh no, I didn't, did I. Now remind me when it was that I first did."

 

Aleric screws his nose up when he says, "At our special place and you wanted to commit suicide because I'd made you do it... you daft bugger!" (I grin when he says that last bit in English.)

 

I pretend to be surprised. "Oh yes! I'd forgotten about that."

 

When the serviette hits me in the face, I know everything is going to be okay. In fact, if I know my boy, I reckon everything on this trip is going to be more than okay, and that's because I'm beginning to understand my boy better than he understands himself. If we were back at home now, this would be the moment where he drags me to the bedroom to make up, but he can forget that here. Best I give him a sleeping pill and put him out of his misery.

 

************ *************** ************* ************* ***********

 

Aleric.

In a way I'm glad that we're sleeping apart in the two beds that Karina made up for us when Gareth asked her to when we'd finished our meal, and that's because I can have a sly cry because I know how much I've hurt him again. Again! Why does he put up with me?! It seems that I'm forever giving him shit to deal with, and that's despite the fact that I absolutely know by now how much he loves me. I want to show you off. That was the nicest bit. I know how he feels. Whenever we're in company, I do the same thing. Two pals I've made at school – Tim and Felix – know about me and Gareth, and just to show him off, I invited them to dinner one evening at Mum's place downstairs. When Gareth joined us, he kept a distance between us, but I kept going to him, making it known to Tim and Felix just how close we were. Then, at school the next day, I was as proud as a peacock when Felix made the comment that Gareth was bloody good looking! I didn't let on that I was so proud, but I was. I really was, and so I know what Gareth means when he said I want to show you off.

 

I can feel the sleeping pill working on me as I look at Gareth lying on his back across the cabin, and I really want to go to him and be in his warm arms, but because I know I can't, I allow the hum of the jet engines take me away from this world of cruel love for a while, but I am nervous as I drift off to sleep. They've arranged it that Yokiko meets us at the airport when we land.

 

*****************

 

Yokiko is entirely different than I thought he'd be. I've always imagined Japanese people to be small, but Yokiko is as tall as me, and he's lovely and not at all formal in his red chinos and black trainers and multi-coloured jacket when he meets us at the airport at three in the afternoon. (The plane arrived an hour late because of headwinds.) In fact, he's got a smashing grin on his face when he sees us walking towards him, and just when I'm about to give him a small bow to show respect - as Gareth told me to do when you meet an important Japanese person – he comes right to us and holds out his hand. Gareth shakes it, and so do I. Well, at least that's that bit out of the way! Then Yokiko walks on the opposite side of me from Gareth, puts his hand on my shoulder, and with a big grin and complete honesty on his face, he says in German, "It's great to meet you Aleric."

 

"Same here. You speak German very well."

 

Yokiko laughs. "I've been practicing so I could greet you properly. Do you speak English?"

 

I grin, and nod. "He's been teaching me, but I'm not very good."

 

Yokiko looks right into my eyes with a mischievous grin. "I'll teach you how to speak my language, then we can swear at him and he won't know."

 

When Gareth fires out a comment in fluent Japanese, Yokiko can't stop laughing, and neither can Gareth. So I ask Yokiko what he said.

 

Yokiko laughs. "He said we were two naughty boys who wouldn't be able to fool him."

 

Then something really strange happens... Yokiko's hand slips from my shoulder, down to my side, and he grips my hand. For just a split second, I'm uncomfortable, but when Yokiko looks at me with a big grin on his face, I can't help but grin back at him, and say, "Two naughty boys."

 

**************

 

I'm impressed as the white Rolls Royce Silver Wraith glides easily through the traffic, and when Yokiko – who is in the other back seat with me while Gareth sits in front with the chauffeur – shows me all the gadgets it has, including an interior roof that lights up like a starry night with neon lights, I can't stop giggling, and I tell Gareth that we should have one just like it. But when he turns and grins and says he'll sell our car and get one, I growl at him and tell him that I meant having one of these as well as keeping our car. Just for a moment, our eyes meet, and we both know what the other is thinking: we've already decided that we'll never sell the Bentley. I love our car. It was in our car that we first touched hands; it was in our car that we first plotted to be together, and there have been too many other occasions in our car that have so much meaning to us. Our car is part of what we are. And it's then that I discover how clever Yokiko is. He smiles at me, and asks, "Your car means a lot to you?"

 

I nod. "Yes."

 

"Good memories?"

 

I grin. "Not all good. Some angry ones." When Gareth giggles in the front, I lean forward and thump him on the shoulder and tell him, "You can shut up!" I'm wasting my breath, because he giggles even more.

 

Yokiko grins again, and then he reaches over and presses my hand. "I understand."

 

*****************

 

Gareth said we were staying at the Intercontinental Hotel, and I knew it would be a nice place, but I'm not prepared for the opulence of the suite after we've been whisked up in the elevator by two immaculately dressed bell-boys. The view from the large panoramic window is amazing; a magnificent view over Tokyo Bay, so Yokiko - who has not left our sides since we arrived - after I've asked him what it is, says it's the Rainbow Bridge, and is fantastic when its lit up at night. Then he points out various things and says he'll take me to see them when Gareth is working. Only then do I remember that Yokiko lives a long way away, and I ask him, "Are you staying at the hotel?"

 

He grins, and nods enthusiastically. "Yes. I've got the suite next door. Father arranged it all after Gareth asked if I could be your companion."

 

I stare at him. "On your own?"

 

"Yes. I've stayed here many times when father has needed me around for whatever reason. Sometimes, just he and I spend a few days together, and this place is perfect. I'll show you my room when we've settled you in."

 

 *****************

 

Me and Yokiko are together. In his room. Gareth is doing things in our room. I'm by the window overlooking the bay when Yokiko comes to stand by my side. There's an awkward silence, and then Yokiko says, "I want us to be friends."

 

I glance at him. "Why shouldn't we be?"

 

Our eyes meet, and I know he's trying to read my mind. He looks through the window, and says, "I'd accepted it before you arrived, but now I've seen you, I understand better why Gareth would not betray you. I wanted him to. More than anything I wanted him to, but he loves you too much to do that. Even though you know I have feelings for Gareth, I don't want that to come between us. I actually like you, and I think you sing beautifully. I want us to be friends, not because of Gareth, but because we share other things. You and I are alike in many ways and I rarely get the chance to spend time with someone who understands me."

 

"How do you know I can sing?"

 

Yokiko grins. "Sorry, but I've been spying on you. I went online and managed to find some songs your choir sings. There's even a picture of you and the rest of the boys on it. And you're on Google."

 

"Am I?"

 

Yokiko laughs. "Yes! Didn't you know?"

 

I grin. "No. It never entered my head that I would be on there. I'll have to have a look and see what it says about me."

 

Yokiko grabs my arm. "Come on! I'll show you on my laptop."

 

And for almost an hour, while we sit on a sofa together, Yokiko amazes me as he clicks on bookmark after bookmark, all relating to the S. Boys Choir, and there's even a piece he's unearthed describing how Herr Biermaier had to leave the choir because of ill health. That's when I learn how clever Yokiko really is, because he looks at me, and asks, "Was it really because of ill health that he resigned?"

 

I shake my head. "Sort of. He was caught molesting the boys, and he resigned immediately."

 

Yokiko nods. "I suspected it might be that. It happens in my country, and they usually give the same reason." Then he says, "I was hoping your twin brother would come with you. Identical twins fascinate me. Was he not well?"

 

I giggle. "Sort of. He's found himself a girlfriend, and is lovesick."

 

Yokiko laughs. "At least you and I won't be ill from that disease. Well, not the sort you catch from girls."

 

We're still chuckling when my mobile phone goes and it's Gareth asking me if I'm hungry. I tell him to hold for a second, and then ask Yokiko, "Gareth wants to know if we're hungry. Are you?"

 

Yokiko nods. "Yes. We'll eat at the restaurant here. Can you use chopsticks?"

 

I giggle. "No. Do I have to?"

 

Yokiko shakes his head. "No, of course not. Let's go! I'm starving!"

 

************ ************** ************* ************** *************

 

Gareth. 

Aleric never fails to amaze me. We had all that trouble on the plane, but now, he and Yokiko are like best buddies, and they've only known each other for a few hours. And I haven't missed how tactile they are either. Yokiko began it, but Aleric certainly didn't give him the cold shoulder. They're sitting opposite me and giggling like ten year olds because Yokiko is trying to teach Aleric how to use chopsticks. He's useless at it, but I'd like to bet that before we go home he'll be good enough to show off when we get back. In fact, if I know him, he'll be ordering Chinese takeaways on a regular basis to show off.

 

Two boys. Two beautiful boys together. I'm reminded of Aleric and Gottwin and us being in bed together. I won't tell Aleric, but I wouldn't mind playing the game we played when the twins blindfolded me. I certainly wouldn't be fooled about who was who this time, but I'd make a damned good fist of pretending to be ignorant. Phew! I'd better stop these thoughts! I'm getting to be as perverted as that damned spirit!

 

The Spirit. It's left us alone lately. Why is that? Probably it's partly because of the way I handle Aleric now, but I'm always half expecting it to interfere with us in some way. But I believe in it. That's why, when I'm looking at the two boys opposite me, I'm talking inwardly to it and asking it to keep my boy safe while I'm working. It hardly ever crosses my mind that he'll be hurt when we're in Germany, but this is Japan, and Tokyo, and the perfect place for my enemies to strike if they wanted to. I'd never find him in a million years in this city. The thought sends shivers through me, and then I look at Yokiko. Surely Mr Miyagi has the same problem? Maybe I should ask. I will. I'll ask Yokiko if I can get him alone for a few moments. I don't want to alarm Aleric. Then I have an idea.

 

******************

 

The boys are in Yokiko's room again when I make the call to Mr Miyagi's PS and ask if it would be possible to speak to him personally this late in the evening. I'm told that he'll be contacted, and to expect a call back if he's free. I'm pleasantly surprised when I get the call four minutes later. "Hello Mr Rhys-Jones. Are you settled in? How are the boys getting on?"

 

"They're fine, and getting on well together. Thank you for that. As a matter of fact, the reason for the call is to do with them. Please forgive me for asking, but will they be safe together?"

 

Mr Miyagi's voice changes from business to personal. "Yes. Of course. The driver of the car which picked you up has been with me for many years. He loves Yokiko as if he were his own. There was also a car carrying four more of my employees, following you from the airport. I'm pleased you did not see them. That is their job. They will be around at all times; all five, including Yasuo, who is my driver. They have two tasks. One is to keep them safe, and the other is to let me know if they've been naughty." He laughs. "If Aleric is like my Yokiko, then he will be naughty. If we find they have been up to mischief, we will scold them together. At dinner, in front of the girls. That will teach them a lesson."

 

I laugh. "I think I would enjoy that. Two red faces and their street cred in ruins."

 

Mr Myagi laughs. "Then hopefully they will get into some mischief. Not really bad mischief, but enough that we can tease them. I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow. You're still coming to dinner on your last night here... Saturday?"

 

"Yes. Good day Mr Miyagi, and thank you for everything."

 

With my mind at rest over the safety of the boys, other things flit into my mind, including Kurt's worries about little Hansie. Although I didn't let Kurt see it, while I was comforting him, my anger was exploding inside me that Biermaier's treatment of the little boy had had such awful consequences. I promised Kurt I wouldn't dwell on what the choirmaster had done to our boys, but this latest development has put an entirely different perspective on the whole affair as far as I'm concerned, and after I left Kurt, I set a few things in motion. With wealth comes power, and with power comes privilege, and doors that are closed to the proletariat become open to people like me, so after I left Kurt I knocked on one of those doors and it was opened for me. Not by me... for me, which is an entirely different thing. And that's why I open my laptop, and using a very special VPN in Panama, I access one of my ultra-safe Email accounts.

 

The email I open is a very simple one. Ref. B. Credit card used multiple times in Aranda de Duero. C. 41.6692° N, 3.6902° W. Await further instructions.

 

I close the mail and search for the coordinates on Google Maps. It takes less than two minutes for me to discover something that makes the hairs on the back of my head stand up, and I go cold all over... Aranda de Duero is approximately thirty kilometres west of Velilla de San Esteban... the childhood home of Raul Ramirez, my late deceased artist friend. I genuinely feel sick inside. How the hell has Biermaier found his way from Griefswald to a place not twenty miles from where Raul was born? As far as I know, Biermaier knows nothing about Raul. It can't possibly be a coincidence. Coincidences do happen, but I'm a natural sceptic at heart. That scepticism in this instance is founded on all the spiritual bullshit that has surrounded me since I met Aleric.

 

I promised myself I wouldn't have a drink until later, but I definitely need one now, and I get up and pour a very large bourbon, which is gone in a couple of deep swigs. Until the effects really take hold, bourbon helps concentrate my mind. I pour another large one and drink half of that. I'm thinking... thinking... thinking.

 

Back to the laptop and I answer the email. Ref B. Try Velilla de San Esteban. C. 41° 36' 0" N, 3° 18' 0" W. Then I close everything down and go back to my drink deep in thought.

 

************ ************** ************* ************** *************

 

Herr Biermaier.

I'm sweating after my exertions. Raul Ramirez has earned his twenty Euros today. Oh yes, it's now twenty every time he comes, and that's because he won't let me fuck him unless we agree a top fee. He's worked me out. Clever boy. But I'm pleased he has. There's no messing around these days. He arrives, swims for about fifteen or twenty minutes to show off his naked, sexy body, and when he knows I'm worked up he takes me into the house and does the business. Little Carlos never shows his face here these day now unless Raul is with him, and nothing ever happens when they come together. I think Raul has warned him off from coming alone. Having both boys around me has helped me understand the language much better. There's nothing that beats mixing with foreigners to learn their language, and I'm getting better by the visit.

 

When Raul has finished his drink, he looks at me and says, "My uncle went to Germany many years ago."

 

"Did he," I ask.

 

"Yes. He was a crazy person my father says. He was an artist, but he wasn't right in the head. I was named after him. My full name is Raul Garcia Ramirez."

 

"And what happened to him."

 

Raul shakes his head. "We don't know. Nobody ever saw him again. We think he went to Berlin."

 

I grin at him. "It must have been a cultural shock for him. Berlin is nothing like Velilla de San Esteban."

 

"As a matter of fact," says Raul, "he used to sit right where this house was before it was built, and he used to paint from here. My father still has some of the paintings he did. I like them. They're filled with brilliant colours. Even if he was a bit crazy, he was a good artist, and he was about my age when he painted many of them."

 

I chuckle at him. "Pity he wasn't here now. He could paint a picture of you naked for me."

 

Raul giggles. "You don't need paintings. You've got enough photographs and films of me. Do you look at them when I've gone?"

 

I grin at him. "Of course! Especially when I don't see you for a while. An old man needs something to keep him company in this lonely house."

 

Raul smirks at me. "You could have better ones if you paid me more."

 

I'm puzzled, and I ask, "Better ones? I don't understand."

 

An even bigger smirk from Raul. "The man who was here before you used to take me downstairs."

 

 "And did you like going downstairs?"

 

"It didn't bother me. Pieter paid me a lot more if I played games down there with him. It would cost you forty Euros."

 

"Now?"

 

Raul shakes his head again. "No, not now. Maybe next time?"

 

"Thirty Euros?"

 

"No! Forty." And then he gets up and is laughing as he leaves quickly, leaving me thinking that I have grossly underestimated this boy. Raul Garcia Ramirez of Velilla de San Esteban is possibly as crazy as his painter uncle, but in a different way.

 

When I've showered and dressed, I take a walk outside the bounds of the property, imagining a little boy sitting up here painting all before him. I'm surprised his family allowed him to come up here alone. Amongst the ruggedness of the hillside are some damned deep cracks in the earth's red surface, and some of them are very deep. A little boy falling into them would never be found. Anyone falling into them would never be found!

 

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Aleric. 

This is madness. Less than twenty four hours ago I was jealous to death of Yokiko, but having spent a few hours with him, I like him like crazy. Gareth was right about him. What was it he said? He's a very nice young man; a very gentle young man; a very compassionate young man, and also a very intelligent young man. He is, but Gareth didn't mention something else... Yokiko is also a very sexy boy. It's not anything he's said that makes me think that. No, it's something else... something that, perhaps, only a fellow oversexed person can discern. Maybe it's something Japanese, but he doesn't look fifteen. He looks no older than me. I thought I wouldn't like slanty-eyed people, well, not in a sexual way, but he's got beautiful eyes. And he's got a fantastic body that's slim yet beautifully curved. When Gareth described him I thought he would be a girly boy, but he's not that either. In fact he's much like I am.

 

At ten thirty I say to Yokiko, "Shall we go and see if Gareth has finished work?"

 

Yokiko looks at his watch. "It's getting late. You've had a long day. Perhaps it would be better to see you in the morning for breakfast. Then I'll show you the city while Gareth is working." He looks questioningly at me. "Well, that was what father asked me to do. Are you okay with that?"

 

I grin at him. "Of course I am. But you don't know Gareth. He won't want to go to bed yet. He's always late going to bed. He's amazing. He can sleep for four hours and get up as fresh as daisy. I could sleep until dinner if folk left me alone."

 

Yokiko laughs. "I'm the same. Mother always says she can't get me into bed and she can't get me out of it. I go to school half asleep."

 

I laugh with him. "And me. Especially after..." And then I stop and giggle.

 

Yokiko grins. "Don't tell me any more! You're making me jealous!"

 

I giggle. "Come on then. Let's go and see if he's still working. If he is then we'll come back here and spend some more time together?"

 

I get a sneaky smile. "Won't Gareth mind us doing that at this time of night?"

 

I give him a sneaky smile back. "Gareth said you were very clever. Well?"

 

Yokiko grins from ear to ear. "Won't it bother you?"

 

 "No, it won't bother me. Gareth likes you a lot, and he said I was to be friends with you. So?"

 

Yokiko studies me, and then answers, "Let's go!"

 

I giggle at him. "What do you wear when you go to bed?"

 

"Pyjamas. Silk ones. Why do you ask?"

 

I study Yokiko. We're roughly the same size, so I ask, "Have you got two pairs?"

 

"Yes. Blue ones and red ones. Why do you ask?"

 

I stare into Yokiko's eyes without flinching. I'm giving him the Hun look. "We'll wear them when we go to him. He loves silk pyjamas."

 

Ten minutes later and holding hands and stifling our laughter, we go to Gareth dressed ready for bed, and my pinkler is so stiff that it's hurting. And there's no disguising Yokiko's either. Just for a moment when we were getting undressed I saw him naked. Japanese people might be small, but there's nothing small about Yokiko's pinkler, especially when it's hard as a nail, and it was when I saw it. 

 

To be continued...

 

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