Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2009 03:53:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Puer Amore Subject: Tornado Warning PT 18 TORNADO WARNING PT 18 By Barry pueresamo@yahoo.com Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly more than coincidence. Readers of this story should be familiar with my story: Forgive me, Jody, as particulars from that story are recounted here. ------------------------- All Rights Reserved -------------------------- I sat in the back seat with Damian during the ride home and cuddled him in my arms to console him in his emotional outpouring regarding the gift of his Daddy's napkin ring. I had no idea that Trey's gift of it would produce such a profound reaction in him. He relished my embrace and blessed my shirt with his precious tears, as I held him close to my breast. He's such a beautiful boy, nearly his father's clone, physically, still his own and quite different person. "Barry?" Damian asked quietly "Yes, sweetie." I responded. He held up the small box containing his Daddy's keepsake: "Can I leave this with you for safekeeping? If my Mom finds it, she will throw it away. I know she will...that's why there are no remnants of my Daddy anywhere in our house, she hates him. She hates me, too. If she had it her way, she would have aborted me, so I know she regards me as a burden... one she'd prefer to shed herself of... so I want this to be somewhere safe until I can claim it... after I'm out and on my own." "Of course, Damian, we'll place it in the safe at the house. It will be there for you when you are ready to claim it." I offered. He replaced his cheek to my breast and I stroked his hair during the ride. Soon, he was sound asleep. Travis turned his head to observe Damian in my arms and slowly shook his head: "Poor guy." He whispered. I nodded in response. Danny drove us home, carefully. Soon, we were in the garage, the garage door closing behind us. "We're home, Sweetie." I said into Damian's ear softly. He opened his eyes, looked up at me and smiled. He still grasped the small box he had received from Trey. I kissed him on his forehead and nodded at the car door that we should get out of the car. "It was very sweet of you, Barry, to hold me in your arms that way and let me sleep." Damian said. "You trembled in my arms, Damian. Were you having a bad dream?" I asked. "Probably...I don't remember my dreams, usually, unless I have a really strong one." He replied. I nodded in response. "Drinks, all around?" Travis suggested, as we entered the kitchen from the garage. "Sounds GREAT!... Thanks, Travis." Damian declared. Travis went to the cupboard to retrieve the liquor to prepare our drinks. The rest of us began the ritual of stripping ourselves naked. Danny went to the back door to start the spa heater, so we might unwind in its pleasures before we retired for the night. Lance had been unusually quiet the whole time we rode home. "You, OK, Lance?" I asked. "Yeah...I just wondered if everything is OK at the house." He replied. "Why don't you call and find out, sweet boy." I suggested. "OK." Lance responded, simply. He went to the guest room to make the call. Damian lifted the little box and kissed it gently. He then handed it to me. "Why not keep it at your bedside for now...then when you leave, which will be sad for us, we'll place it in the safe. It will be good for it to be near at hand while you are here." I suggested. Damian started toward the guest room, just as Lance returned from it. Lance lifted his, now erect, penis as if pointing it at Damian to make a point: "We'll take care of that in a few moments...be patient." Damian said, and kissed Lance sweetly on his lips. Lance lit up like a lamp at Damian's kiss. He was obviously taken with Damian. "Was everything OK, at home, Lance?" I asked. "Yeah...Dad says thanks again for putting up with me." Lance announced. "He's being silly, then. He knows we regard you as a precious friend and he knows you are always welcome here, Lance. We love you very much and we enjoy your being here. There's no `putting up with you' going on here...always know that, Lance. We love you and want you to be here anytime you wish to be...do you understand?" I explained. Lance smiled widely: "I knew that...but I like to hear you guys say it." "Barry's right, Lance. We love having you here...all of us." Travis said as he entered the room, our drinks resting on the usual plastic poolside tray. He had stripped and was standing there in his glorious nakedness, holding that tray, which, try as it may, could not serve as to distract us from Travis' gorgeous body. "Damn, you're so beautiful." Damian said, as he returned to the room from the guest room, having deposited his gift there. "Thanks, Damian, Thanks for the compliment. You're pretty damned gorgeous, yourself, you know." Travis responded. "In the eye of the beholder, I guess. I never think of myself as gorgeous, but I'm honored that you would describe me that way." Damian said. Damian took his drink from the Tray, and smiled at Travis, who had just paid him such a compliment. "Clothes are such a bother, I'm glad we are shed them most of the time." I observed. All nodded in agreement. "The spa should be hot in a few more minutes, let's see if David has answered our e-mail regarding Chad." I suggested. "He usually answers e-mails pretty quickly...he must really be busy to have let this much time go by without responding to one." Travis said. "He gets pretty busy, sometimes. Sometimes he has to travel, too." I suggested. We all hovered around the computer, as it, as commanded, displayed our incoming e-mails. Sure enough, there was our precious David waiting there. `Hello Lovers, and, I assume my precious little buddy, Lance, is there, as well...I love you, Lance...help take care of Barry and Travis and Danny for me...I'm counting on you. I'm sorry for my tardy response, but I've been in Lucca for the last couple of days, doing a little guest conducting...there's no Internet service in Lucca. I should have let you know I'd be out of pocket for that time, but I forgot...SORRY! I am sorry to hear the bad news regarding Chad. That poor guy suffered much in his short life. He would have every right to feel like the Biblical Job...everything seemed to go wrong for him...EVERYTHING. You were probably the only bright light for him, Barry. You gave him the benefit of the doubt and encouraged him to pursue his degree and secure it. In retrospect, I feel badly that I failed to offer him any support, while he stayed with us...I just couldn't develop a rapport with him. I know he could never force himself into our group...but, much of what he did suggested that he wanted to...so, I always distrusted him. Now, I realize he was only trying to fill a deep hole in his soul. He needed love, and only you, Barry, responded to that need. On a lighter topic, things here are about as hectic as possible. Everyone has come to realize that I'm a short-timer...so requests for my services abound. I guess I should be flattered...so where were they before now? That's the question. Anyway, I suspect that my last few months will be frenetic, to put it mildly. The word is out that I'll soon have satisfied my contract here and, happily, I'm beginning to receive offers from all over the place. I have one from Austria, where you recall, I did some guest conducting a while back. Several other offers have been sent my way, as well. I'm still counting on my friend in Ft. Worth retiring on schedule, so I can replace him. I know, I know...it's a small orchestra, but I'd be at home...AT LAST! Anyway, speaking of Ft. Worth, I've been asked to guest conduct, once more, so I may get an expenses-paid trip back home...God, that would be wonderful. My heart aches to be with you guys. I so miss the time I spent with Travis at my side...it was the next best thing to being home...I MISS YOU TRAVIS!!!!! "I miss you too, David!" Travis spoke back to the computer display, as if David could hear. Anyway, sweet lovers...and you too, Lance...I'll let you know the details of my trip home as the deal materializes. Know I think of you constantly and can't wait to hold you each in my arms. Oh, and give my love to Trey, as well. I can't wait for some of his wonderful fare...I'm so burnt-out on Italian food. I LOVE YOU ALL...you too, Lance David "He's just the sweetest guy in the world, isn't he?" Damian remarked. "Yes...He is, indeed." I affirmed. "Let's hit the spa!" Travis declared. "You guys go ahead, I want to send a brief response to David...I'll be right with you." I said. "OK." The others chanted in unison. My Precious David; It was, as always, a true joy to hear from you. We all gathered around the computer to drink in your every word. We know how you miss us, for your absence is a pang in the hearts of each of us. Our consolation is in knowing that your experience there will serve you well for a lifetime. We love you, David...you know that. All our love and support is with you. I hope the guest-conducting gig materializes. Selfishly, we want to hold you in our arms at every opportunity. Keep us aware, as you indicated. Lucca doesn't know how lucky they are to have had you to guest conduct their symphony...but, we do. We are not surprised that the offers are pouring in. They all realize that you are a prodigy; naturally you'd be a real prize for any of them. You are, and have always been, not a prize, but a treasure of inestimable value to us, and you will always be. I'll convey your remarks to Trey. He just made a gift of Jody's old napkin ring to Damian. To my great surprise it touched Damian deeply. It's the most emotion I've seen him display for our consumption. He's a sweet guy, and his emotional kines is but a glimpse into his soul... A soul he keeps well under wraps, for the most part, so as to appear macho at all times. Like his Daddy, he is a sensitive soul with a heart full of love. My initial intuition regarding him is proving to be true. He's a sweet kid. Anyway, sweet David, we miss you, we love you. You might be interested to know that Travis so declared to the computer screen, as he read your words. He misses you and loves you, as do we all. Keep us posted, my lover Barry After sending my e-mail to David, I composed and sent one to Roosevelt, at the office, informing him of the data I wanted him to collect and report to me. The Jacuzzi was producing its usual and inviting foam as I joined the others in the patio. Lance was sitting on Damian's lap, and, I assume, though the foam blocked my unimpeded view, with Damian's penis inserted well into his young rectum. I joined the others in the spa, slowly lowering my scrotum into the hot foam of the Jacuzzi. Once seated, Danny remarked: "I want you in me, Barry." "Of course, Sweetie. I know." I replied. Danny rose from his place next to Travis and moved to position my eager penis for penetration. He sat slowly onto my penis, sending a shudder of pleasure up my nervous system. Travis moved to sit directly next to us and rested his head on my shoulder. "I love it when you're in me, Barry...it feels really GREAT!" Danny declared. "I'm always here for you, Danny. I love being in you, too. You know that." I replied. Danny nodded, and turned his head to kiss me. "Uh-Oh" Damian cautioned. "What?" Lance queried. "I'm gonna cum...right now...I thought I could hold off for a while, but it wants to come out NOW!..." Damian explained. "GREAT...shoot all your hot cum into me, Damian...you know I love it when you do." Lance said. "You're about to get your wish, Lance...Uh...Uhhh...I'm Cumming!" Damian exclaimed. Damian closed his eyes and tilted his head back upon the deck as he allowed his ejaculation to proceed. His ejaculation was protracted, as usual, and he didn't re-open his eyes for some time. "Damn you filled me up good, Damian... you really pack a load... Damn!" Lance declared. "Well, it's impossible not to work up a load inside your hot little ass, Lance. I mean it, your heat really causes me to load up to the max." Damian explained. "I need to cum, too." Lance complained. "Why am I not surprised?" Damian chuckled. He went on: "OK, let me pull out enough to let you cum, buddy." Damian said. "OK." Lance replied. Damian apparently wasn't careful enough with his pull-out, and apparently allowed his penis to pop out of Lance's anus completely. Instantly, Lance produced a pearly string of his hot cum which traversed the entire width of the spa, sinking into the vortex at the drain at the bottom of the spa and disappearing into it. "Dammit!" You wasted it, Lance!" Travis complained. "I guess we could dismantle the D.E. filter and try to locate it." I laughed. Everyone laughed. "I'll make a fresh batch pretty quick...don't worry." Lance assured us. Everyone smiled and chuckled: "I bet that will be true, huh?" Travis suggested. Lance stood up on the spa seat, such that his penis was now above the water line. "Here, Travis, you can have my residual stuff if you want it." Lance announced. Travis wasted no time moving to place Lance's, still erect, penis into his mouth, coaching the residual cum along Lance's perineum and into his eager mouth. He worked on Lance's glans as he sucked the remaining cum into his mouth, causing Lance to shudder at Travis's tongue, working on his post-orgasm and still hyper-sensitive corona. After he finished taking all of Lance's cum into him, Travis held Lance's penis at its base, kissed Lance's meatus and looked up at him to say: "Thanks, Lance. It was delicious, as always." "Glad you liked it, Travis. I'll still make more for the others, later." Lance promised. "Watching this makes me hot as Hell, Barry...make love to me...PLEASE!" Danny declared. "Yeah, Barry, let me watch while you fuc...I mean, make love to him." Lance asked. "If Danny is happy with you watching, Lance, it's OK. We do such things with the observation of our group...but he needs to say it's OK for you guys to watch." I said. "Can I watch, Danny?" Lance asked. "Hell, I'm so Hot, I don't much care who watches." Danny replied. "I'll help." Travis offered. Travis moved to take Danny's legs and place one on the deck and hold the other on his shoulder to spread Danny's legs wide to accommodate me. Danny held himself out of the water, one hand resting, also, on the deck. "Do you need lube, Baby?" I asked. "Hell NO, you were already inside me...just stick it in slow." Danny said. I complied. I gently, yet firmly, penetrated his sweet little pink anus with my throbbing penis. It felt wonderful. "Do it hard, Barry." Danny demanded. I know, Sweetie...I know." I replied. The others watched with interest, as I began pounding away at Danny's anus. My thrusts were powerful, as Danny requested. Danny closed his eyes and said: "Cum in me, Barry... cum in me... I want it ALL!" "I'm about to, Baby...I...Uh...Uhhh...I'm Cumming!" I cried out. I could feel my urethra expand to its fullest to accommodate my cum as it spurted powerfully from my meatus into Danny's hot rectum. Travis held Danny's penis at its base, as he had done with Lance's before, to be ready to consume Danny's cum when the time arrived, and not let it string its way to the drain, as Lance's had earlier. "Ready to cum, Danny?" I asked. He nodded. "Ready, Travis?" I asked. "Yes... I'll save some for the rest of you, don't worry." Travis replied with a smile. Travis placed Danny's glans into his mouth and looked to me. I took the cue and slowly retracted my penis to a point to remain just inside Danny's anus, but to remove the pressure from his ejaculatory ducts. Danny exploded into a copious ejaculation. Travis swallowed as quickly as he could but still, a small amount of Danny's cum ran down Travis' chin and dripped into the water, forming its own little white string, quickly gobbled up by the same voracious vortex that had greedily eaten up Lance's cum earlier. Danny's abdomen was still in the throws of spasm, repeatedly indicating that his ejaculation continued. Finally, his abdomen settled down and the spasms, which had been so powerful, came to an end. Travis stood up, still holding Danny's penis at its base, and pointed to his puffed out mouth, filled with Danny's cum. Lance beat me to Travis and got the first measure of Danny's cum. I followed quickly, and took my portion. Travis saw to it that I received a generous portion. Finally, Damian took his share. "Damn, Danny, your cum is sweet...how the Hell do you do that?" Damian observed. "He's delicious...that's what he is...he's friggin' delicious." Lance added. Danny slowly opened his eyes, his penis still pumping his residual cum to his meatus. I took it all in and coursed my forefinger along his perineum to coach the rest of it to my tongue. "I'm exhausted, Barry. Hold me, like always. Please?" Danny begged. I took him into my arms, our genitals rubbing as He draped his head over my shoulder, as was his custom, as I held him in place. He reached down, between our legs, and re-inserted my penis into his anus. Soon, he was asleep in my arms, as was, also, his ritual. He went limp in my arms, as the Jacuzzi foam continued to bathe his cut little butt. "Let me get him out of the water...before his butt starts to look like a prune." I chuckled. I stood and carried Danny to a poolside chair, allowing him to sleep in my arms. "Travis, would you please dry us off...I don't want him to chill in this breeze." I asked. "I'll do it." Damian interjected. Damian rose, moved to grab a towel from the rack under the canopy, and came to us and dried both our bodies. "Thanks, Damian." I said. "He's a lucky guy, Barry. I hope he knows it." Damian said with a smile. I nodded and turned my face to kiss Danny on the cheek. "He knows it, Damian, and we know how special he is to us, as well." I added. Damian nodded. "Since I'm already out of the water, would you guys like me to refresh the drinks?" Damian called out. Everyone answered in the affirmative. Damian gathered up the drink glasses, plastic though they be, so as not to ever break and scatter chards into the pool, which would require the pool to be completely drained. He took them back into the house. When he returned and distributed our drinks, Lance stood up, raising his penis above the water level, and pointed at his boner, as a cue for Damian to help. "OK, OK, let's take care of that... right now, Lance." Damian chuckled. Damian re-entered the spa and placed his penis back inside Lance's rectum "Whoa... your ass is still slick with my cum from before, Lance. Your hot butt kept my cum hot all this time. It feels good to slide around in you. Now let me try to find the sweet spot... tell me when I have found it, OK?" Damian asked. Damian began moving his penis slowly deeper and less deep until Lance reported: "That's it Damian... right there...hold it there." "OK." Damian said, parking his penis in the location that Lance had found suitable. After a moment, Lance's penis began to take on its, newly discovered, flaccid state. "This is so cool, guys...it's GREAT!" Lance declared, as his erection disappeared. After we enjoyed the drinks that Damian had prepared, I stood and said: "I need to get this precious little guy into the bed...Travis, will you do the honors and shut everything down, lock the place up, turn on the alarm...you know the routine." I asked. "Sure." Travis said. He went on: "When the others are ready to get out, I'll take care of it all." "Thanks, Sweetie." I said. I carried Danny to the bedroom and tried to place him in his usual position, by myself. My attempts woke him enough such that he finished the job on his own, crawling between my legs, and holding my penis at its base, breathing his hot breath upon it and my scrotum. All was right with the world. After some time, I don't know how much time, as I had fallen asleep, Travis joined us. Placing himself in his usual position, so as to listen to my heart, and on his side, such that his genitals shared Danny's consoling warm breath with my own. The following morning, Travis whispered into my ear... "Coffee?" I nodded and smiled. Travis kissed me sweetly on my lips and quietly rose to prepare the coffee. One thing we had learned from David was that it is NOT good to place the grounds into the coffeemaker the night before and allow the timer to start the brew cycle the next morning. So, we abandoned the practice in favor of doing the whole job each morning, as David would have, were he home. Travis left the room, his cute little butt the last to disappear through the door. I looked down to see my precious Danny, still holding my penis at its base and his lips resting upon my glans. This must be Heaven, I thought to myself. I reached down and stroked his beautiful, satin hair. Thank you, Ganymede! I thought silently. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee began to fill the house. The action of the return air system in the air-conditioner served the purpose of seeing to it. Travis returned with our coffee and whispered: "You should see Damian, with Lance wrapped around him. They look like angels." "They are." I replied with a smile. "I guess they are, at that." Travis whispered "Let them sleep, Sweetie." I suggested. Travis nodded and returned to lie at my side, each of us holding our coffee cups in one hand. I pointed at Danny and whispered: "There's another angel, Travis...our angel." Travis smiled widely and kissed me on my cheek. "We're so lucky." Travis whispered an acknowledgement. After a short time, I could hear Damian and Lance whispering to each other in the guest room. In short order they appeared in the doorway. Lance was only semi erect, but it was apparent that he'd require some attention soon. "Morning, guys." Damian said in a low tone of voice, so as NOT to awaken Danny. "Morning, Damian. Did you guys sleep well?" I asked in an equally low tone. "Yeah, really well. I'm getting used to having Lance in my arms all night. I may not be able to sleep without him in the future." Damian chuckled. "Me too...it's the best I've ever slept." Lance added. "I know exactly what you're saying. I can't sleep without Barry." Travis affirmed. "I'm no David, but I can prepare us some breakfast, if you're ready to eat." Travis suggested. "Great!... I'll help." Damian offered. Travis and Damian rose and left the room. Lance followed, but not before he commented on Danny, asleep between my legs. "Damn...He's lucky. He gets to suck in your smell all night, huh?" "I'm the lucky one, Lance." I countered. Lance watched for a brief moment, then left the room to join Damian and Travis in the kitchen. I finally had to awaken Danny for breakfast. He awoke with a raging hard-on. Do you need to pee, or do you need to cum, Baby?" I asked. "I need to cum...BIG TIME...you want it?" He responded. "Of course I want it...are you kidding?" I said. "OK, sit back against the headboard and I'll kneel in front of you. You can suck me off...OK?" Danny suggested, still half asleep. I complied. Danny straddled me, his balls hanging directly in front of my face. I took hold of his penis and positioned it for my mouth. He gently pushed it along my awaiting tongue into the depths of my mouth. His taste was its usual sweet and marvelous experience. He began sliding his penis back and forth along my tongue. I could see his scrotum begin to retract as he prepared for his imminent ejaculation. He braced himself, placing his hands on the upper rail of the headboard, as he continued to slide his dick back and forth. "Oh God, Barry, it's gonna be a big one... you ready?" Danny promised. I grabbed his butt cheeks with each of my hands and pulled them to affirm that I wanted his powerful ejaculation to occur in me when he was ready. I didn't have to wait long...his scrotum had retracted to it's fullest, practically disappearing into his abdomen. "Here it Comes, Barry...Uh...Uhhh...Oh God..." He announced. He exploded, as he had promised with so powerful an ejaculation that I could not take it all, no matter how fast I tried to swallow. The excess ran down my chin and landed on my breast. He continued his back and forth motion as his ejaculation proceeded. His butt cheeks contracted in my hands as those muscles joined in pushing his cum out of his penis and into my mouth. The shaft of his dick was covered with a mixture of his own cum and my saliva. It glistened in the morning light as his dick slid into and back out of my mouth. It was glorious. "I smell Danny cum." Travis said, as he returned to announce that breakfast was ready. "Want some?" Danny offered. "Of course." Travis said. "OK, kneel down there. I'm gonna quickly move from Barry's mouth to yours. I've still got a lot of cum to spurt...ready?" Danny said. Travis made no response, he just assumed the position, as Danny had instructed. Danny quickly withdrew his penis from me, leaving my chin painted with his cum, as he spurt it onto my face as his dick made its exit. Travis was right there to take Danny in, and he did so. His timing was perfect, not a drop of Danny's precious cum was wasted on the sheets or pillows. Travis accepted the remainder of Danny's ejaculation, as Danny kept his eyes closed to enjoy the accompanying orgasm. Travis remained in place, taking all of Danny's cum into himself, until Danny, finally opened his eyes and said: "OK, I think that's all of it." Travis pushed the residual along Danny's perineum until he was sure he hadn't missed a drop. Danny shuddered as Travis continued to run his tongue around the head of Danny's dick to further excite his post-orgasm, hyper-sensitive glans. When all had been satiated with Danny's cum, Lance appeared in the door. "Dammit! I missed it... next time..." He began to say. "Yeah, Yeah... we know." Danny said. "Well, anyway, breakfast is waiting." Lance reminded us. "We'll be right there, Sweetie." I promised. Breakfast was delicious. Danny and I took care of the usual clean up, and soon we joined the others at poolside. We were enjoying each other's company, when the phone rang. Travis answered it and handed the handset to me, announcing that it was Roosevelt. Travis sat down, again, next to me and rested his head on my shoulder, as I spoke to Roosevelt. "Hi Roosevelt. I didn't expect to hear from you so soon." Travis could only hear my side of the conversation: "Uh Huh... Yes...thousands...maybe tens of thousands, depending on how far back you look? My God...I had no idea. Well, e-mail me the data when you are happy with it. "Uh Huh...Uh Huh...I see...well I really appreciate your help, Roosevelt. By the way...how's the investing coming along?" "What... Are you serious... I can't believe it...so you gave into them?...I see, I see." What I said to Roosevelt next caused Travis to lift his head from my shoulder and recoil at my words. His eyes grew wide and he waited to hang up the phone for me. He did. "My God, Barry. What was that all about?" Travis asked. "I could hardly believe what Roosevelt just told me, Sweetie. I'm still reeling from it." I said, in my astonishment. "About how many Chads there have been?" Travis asked. "In part, Travis, but there's more." "Really?" "Yes...do you even remember Roosevelt?" "Sure, he's the tall thin black guy at work. I really like him, he's very friendly." "Yes he is, Sweetie. He's a delightful young man. I have gotten to know him, his wife and baby boy quite well. They are a wonderful young family." I confirmed. "So, what the big problem? What was the deal about wiping one's ass?" Travis asked. "OK, let me start at the beginning. He said that, depending on how far back he looks, the number of Chads there have been... that is to say,U.S. Citizens who have suffered injury or death at the hands of Illegal Aliens, is in the thousands...perhaps tens of thousands. This includes those convicted of such crimes and who are now imprisoned. It can only be estimated how many more would add to the count if one includes those who, as in Chad's case, injure someone, or kill someone, only to flee back to Mexico to avoid prosecution. I had no idea the numbers were so high, My God...I can't believe it." I reported. "That is remarkable, Barry. I had no idea...but what does that have to do with ass-wiping?" Travis inquired. "Oh...well, that is its own subject, I suppose." I said. "So, tell me, Barry. That was a most unusual comment to make to Roosevelt...you've really piqued my curiosity." Travis said. "Well, Sweetie, the last time I had occasion to be in the office for a staff meeting, I found myself in the break room to get a cup of that rot-gut coffee that comes out of the vending machine...anyway...Roosevelt was there, taking his break, as well. I took a seat next to him and struck up a conversation." I continued: "He was struggling with some paperwork, trying to decide how to put together an investment portfolio to enter the company 401-K. I discussed his risk tolerance and some other issues with him, and, finally, recommended how he might best structure such a portfolio...one that would be conservative enough that he would be able to sleep at night." "So, what's wrong with that?" Travis asked. "Nothing, Sweetie, but on the phone a while ago, I asked him how his investing was going. I wasn't ready for what he told me." I reported. "What, Barry, don't keep me in suspense." Travis declared. "Well, he said that when the other black dudes, as he put it, who work with him on the presses found out that he had made friends with me and that I had been coaching him on his investment strategy...well, they told him he was `acting white'...and that he shouldn't be friends with me or be investing at all...like them." I explained. "Acting White?" Travis asked with a funny expression. "Exactly, Sweetie. What the Hell is `acting white' about making prudent investments and reaping the rewards? I don't get it...why would they assail him for such a thing?" I said. "Did you ask him?" Travis asked. "I did. He said it was a Black thing...I wouldn't understand. He's right, too. I damned sure DON'T understand." I concluded: "That's when I told him to inform his comrades that they immediately stop wiping their asses...that's what White People do." "God, I hope you didn't make an enemy out of Roosevelt...he's really a nice guy." Travis said. "I don't think so, baby...he laughed and agreed with my ass-wiping suggestion...so, I don't think he took it personally." I said. "Holy Moly!" Travis exclaimed. "I know, Sweetie...it really took me aback." I said. "I guess racism is alive and well, huh...and on all sides." Travis observed. "I guess so. It's more covert now, but it's still out there. I saw it, last time I traveled to Virginia to visit my Mom." I reported. "Really?" Travis asked. "Sure did. I think that, perhaps, we were making far better strides toward racial harmony before the government decided it would force us to love each other." I said. "What did you see?" Travis asked. "Well, in my little home town, there were certain vestiges of the old `separate but equal' days. There were schools and facilities that were dedicated to Whites and others dedicated to Blacks. When it was decided that this was problematic...and it is...the schools were consolidated. So were certain other facilities...such as the swimming pools." "What I'm getting at, Baby, is this...they closed down the old and run down pool that had been used by the Blacks, so they, in turn, used the "Olympic" sized pool that had always been the province of the Whites. Well, last time I was there...the "Olympic" pool had been shut down and filled in with dirt...it's closed...permanently." I continued: "I asked a friend at the local paper there, what happened...he said that the Whites simply quit going there, and that the Blacks weren't enough in numbers to continue its operation...so the answer was to close it down. What a shame. I guess all the old feelings are still there, just more subtle in expression." "That really is a shame, Barry." "Sweetie, I guess I've been deceiving myself for a long time, now, thinking we had put all that corrosive stuff behind us...I guess I'm just a naïve fool...God I feel like an idiot." I proclaimed. As I mused about all this enlightenment I had received from Roosevelt, I turned my glance to see Lance mounting Damian on one of the lounge chairs to rid himself of his erection. It brought a smile to my face as I considered the notion that Lance's problem with his nearly permanent state of erection might not be much fun...but the solution was surely GREAT FUN!. --------------------END Tornado Warning PT 18 -------------------------