Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 22:06:43 -0500 From: Eff Del Subject: Flights of Angels-Chapter 5 Flights of Angels-Chapter 5 By Eff Del Each human soul is a small bit of the great heart of creation and we move through the universe for the single purpose of improving everything that we touch. We are intended to build not to break, to heal not to hurt, to love not to scorn. Everything we do, everything wrought by our hands or spoken by our voices should be to help, heal and grow. Songs are so much better than boasts just as lighthouses are far more useful than churches. The limo pulled to a stop near the door. I stood with Sean and Walter watching as John hopped out from behind the wheel and jaunted around to pull open the passenger door. A smiling Uncle Phil stepped out onto the drive soon followed by Chris whose handsome face bore a look that could best be described as 'shell shocked'. Phil took him by the elbow and shepherded him up the steps to meet us and it was Walter who took the lead extending his hand. "Welcome to our end of the state Chris. You remember Eric Tucker and his son Sean of course? They'll be your hosts during your stay with us." As we shook hands, I tried not to be too obvious in my appraisal but the young man standing on my porch landing was exceptionally better looking than I remembered him to be. The actual fact was, he was magazine model gorgeous. I wondered how I had forgotten his attractiveness and I quickly chalked it up to the emotional turmoil I had been going through as a result of Sean's kidnapping and subsequent hospital stay. To my total surprise I realized that my dick was getting hard as I stood there looking at him. 'Well that's strange.' I thought to myself a bit amused but not totally unhappy with my body's reaction to this fine young man who was going to be my houseguest for the next several days. "Chris, it's wonderful to see you again. Some of my guys will bring your stuff inside, why don't we all move on out to the patio and have a drink. Then,we'll get you set up in your room so that you can rest before lunch." As we walked through the main house it was easy to tell from his expression that he was beyond being impressed by the magnificence of Joyous Gaurde and the implication of the wealth it represented. It was a well-known fact that I was obscenely rich but Chris was only now beginning to get a glimmer of just how rich I actually was. The remarkable poise and self-assurance he had demonstrated during our stay at the Lodge was beginning to wane as he realized just how far out of his league he suddenly was. I was not allowing this to happen so that I could gloat or impress him but rather to give him some impression of the wealth and power of the organization we were going to eventually invite him to join. Shortly, we were all seated comfortably on the slate patio under the shade of the porch overhang overlooking the lovingly tended wild flower garden. We adults were sipping on wonderful frozen margaritas while Sean happily drank his lemonade. I noticed with interest that Sean had seated himself next to Walter and was watching him fondly as we all conversed. The boy had never had a full recovery of memory from the horrible events of his kidnapping.Over time, little bits and pieces of half remembered 'things' kept creeping into his consciousness. He had feelings and emotions that he couldn't explain. As an example, he had returned after the ordeal with a fondness and attachment toward Walter that he had never displayed before the terrible events up north. While he had no memory or other knowledge of Walter's heroic actions that day high atop the fire tower, he seemed to sense that the man had done something for him...played some important role in his life and being Sean, he didn't question these feelings, he trusted them and went with them. Though Walter tried to present a persona that was stoic and careful with any display of emotions, he could not hide the fact that he was pleased with this new attention the boy paid him and occasionally during our conversation he absently reached over and patted Sean's arm and shoulder as he made some point in the discussion. "Chris, I have it in mind that we all make this a very informal day. You may want to rest in your room for a while before lunch or perhaps you'd like to lounge around the pool though I must warn you... if you select the pool Sean here will almost certainly try to connive you into roughhousing with him so... if its rest you want, perhaps you should choose your room. After we've had lunch, I'll take you on a little tour, and then you can do whatever you'd like until dinner which Mrs. Edwards has already informed me will be served at 7:30. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to have you spend your time with Walter and Phil so that they can explain some things we have in mind that we hope may interest you as well. Sean and I have a quick trip to Houston on Friday but we'll be back Saturday and then I'd like to spend some time talking to you. How does that sound?" "Well Mr. Tucker...err Eric, it sounds fine but I've got to tell you that I have no idea why I'm here. All I know is that my boss at the lodge told me yesterday that I was to meet Mr. Regent...excuse me...Phil at the airport and that I was to accompany him down here for a few days so...." I stood up and clapped him on the shoulder. "No worries Chris. It will all be clear to you in a day or two and I promise you that it's all good. For now, why don't you just pretend you're on vacation and enjoy yourself? I'll get someone to show you to your room." "I'll show him Dad!" Sean was on his feet and standing next to us. "Come on Chris, I'll take you up there and then we can go to the pool...you don't look like you need no nap to me." So saying he took the confused but compliant young man's arm and led him back into the house. With a guffaw Walter turned to me and said;"Seems to me that you should give that boy a job as activities director around here!" After sharing in the laughter, I turned to Uncle Phil. "So how was the trip down here? Any feelings yet?" "Not really Eric as he just told you if he has any idea what we're up to he certainly is hiding it well but... I'll tell you one thing that may interest you..." he took a long sip from his drink and then looked at Walter and I."That attractive flight attendant you made certain we had was certainly off the mark. She didn't do a thing for him. I strongly suspect Eric that our young Chris bats for the same team that you do if you get my drift." "Well, that's interesting." I managed to say as I felt a stirring in my groin again. 'VERY interesting.' I thought to myself. "Well Eric, since Phil and I aren't officially working on him until tomorrow, we're going to head up to the 'office' and plan our assault on that unsuspecting young man." Said Walter. "We'll see you at dinner." Draining the last of my drink, I unconciously licked my upper lip enjoying the lingering bite of the salt that had coated the rim of my glass as I headed in to my study to call Captain Lucas my pilot. After ensuring everything was set up for our flight on Friday, I decided that I would wander over to the pool and see if Sean had indeed gotten his way. ********************************** As I was turning around the hedge approaching the pool area I heard Chris' voice exclaiming something that I couldn't quite make out and this was followed by a splash. Sean's voice sounded in an exclamation which I also didn't understand followed by Chirs' voice again; "The summersaults were perfect but now we've got to work on your entry Sean. That was too sloppy, you made way too big a splash. Watch me." I stepped onto the patio just in time to see Chris hop backwards off the board. His body executed two complete summersaults and then entered the water head first cleanly with just the minimum splash. As he broke back to the surface smiling he caught sight of me. "Hi Eric! Uhm...I hope you don't mind...Sean insisted that you two always swim this way." I suddenly realized with a flash that the gorgeous young man was absolutely naked.Although I was initially surprised, I decided at once that I didn't mind at all. "No, not at all Chris. Now that Sean has let you in on our little secret...I only hope that you're comfortable and that the little con man didn't coerce you into skinny dipping." "Oh gosh No Eric! This is my most favorite way to swim. I'd do it all the time if I had a nice private pool like this...and Sean tells me you've also got an indoor pool that you use during the cold weather. I can't imagine how wonderful that must be." He was climbing out of the pool as he spoke obviously not in the least bit shy over his state of undress. "Sometimes I think I'd rather be in the water than anyplace else on earth." "Well, then you'd fit in quite well here." I was trying not to be too obvious as I accessed his attractive obviously athletic body while he nonchalantly retrieved what looked like a gin and tonic and took a sip as he sat onto one of the lounges. "Can I freshen that up for you?" I indicated his drink. "I'm going to make one for myself and then if you two don't mind I think I'll join you." "That would be great." He replied as he offered me his almost empty glass. I walked over to the poolside bar and fixed two gin and tonics. Handing one to Chris, I placed the other on one of the poolside tables and proceeded to remove my clothing attempting to appear completely casual. I turned in his direction and noticed that he was looking at me without making any pretense of hiding it. With a smile he said; "Man am I jealous of you two with your all over tans. I sure wish I could be naked out in the sun a lot more often. I've loved it since I was a kid younger than Sean. We used to live on the coast and my dad would take me on weekends to Arena del Oro Beach. That's a beautiful little clothing optional sandy strip on an isolated little bay and we'd both have all over tans after the first few weeks of spring." Still smiling he took a sip from his drink and then looked directly at me and his face suddenly became melancholy."Mom would never come, she always said people wouldn't approve but she never tried to stop us either she'd laugh and call us her two nudies. Then when I was thirteen, Dad died suddenly and we had to move up north to live with my Aunt Rita and my days as a budding naturist were pretty much over. "Dad! Dad! Chris is teaching me to dive." Sean in all his naked sun bronzed glory was standing up on the diving board. "Watch this!" He turned so that his back was to the pool and with a slight hop he was up and out and his nimble little body executed two perfect summersaults just before he reached the surface of the water and entered a bit off perpendicular creating a large splash. I turned to look at Chris who smiled at me. "Man that's not bad! That's only his second attempt with double summersaults and already his entry was significantly better than last time. I wish I had learned that quickly!." "Sean seems to have the ability to learn to do things very fast." I agreed. "Yeah, not me. I had to train long and hard. I was on the High School dive team and I was on the University team til I needed to make some money and the job at the Lodge came along." I found that I was enjoying his openness and the comfortable conversation punctuated by the view of his slender but well-formed physique, was making for what might easily have become a pleasant lazy afternoon. This was not to be however because there was a 12 year old in the water wanting playmates. "Dad...come on in! You haven't even got wet yet!" With a grin and a shrug I put my drink down onto the table and plunged into the pool. Gliding underwater, I came up to his legs. Placing one hand on his left foot and the other on the cheeks of his ass, I burst to the surface hurling him into the air and away into the water amid squeals of delight. Chris soon joined us in the water and we spent a pleasant time rough housing with a little boy who was thoroughly enjoying the attention he was receiving. Eventually,I glanced at my watch and realized that Martha would just about be expecting us for lunch and so I strongly suggested that we get out of the pool. As we stood side by side rinsing off under the showers in the pool house, I took the opertunity to look Chris over again and realized that I found him to be incredibly sexy. Almost at the same time,I became aware of the fact that he was looking at me as well. Our eyes met and a warm smile spread across his handsome face. Lunch was served out on the patio. It was nothing particularly fancy. It consisted of cold buttermilk fried chicken, Martha's secret German potato salad, an iced salmon mousse to spead on thin slices of whole wheat toast, a mixed greens salad and thick slices of beefsteak tomatoes marinatedin red wine vinegar and olive oil topped with a chilled slice of fresh mozzarella cheese. Desert was a tangy Italian style lemon ice with thin cookies. It was totally delicious and perfect for a warm summer day. After eating we walked casually through Joyous Gaurde as Sean and I gave him a tour of the grand old place with the exception of the South wing which he would be spending most of tomorrow and Friday in as he met with Walter and Uncle Phil. He particularly liked the game room and of course the indoor pool. He was properly impressed with the trophies and awards displaed in the trophy room as well as Sean's personal alcove. "Now Chris, let's give you a quick look at the property. Sean, why don't you drive us in your new ride?" The little boy flashed me a huge smile and ran ahead to the parking lot. One of the things I had given him as a birthday/adoption present was his very own golf cart. Well, not just any golf cart of course...I felt like I had many prior birthdays to make up for and he also became my son that day so I wanted him to have something very special. I'd had a stylish Garia Monaco 2 plus 2 customized a bit further than normal to make it very personal for him. I'd had the carbon fiber body painted the same red as my Jaguar F type convertible. The hand stitched leather upholstery was the same as the Jag's and I'd had the initials "SMT" stitched elegantly into the dash leather. I'd chosen the twin bucket type seats option for the front rather than a more standard bench seat. At a top speed of about 18-25 MPH it was hardly a sports car but for little boy just turned 12, it was a damned neat thing to have. Everyone knew that I called my Jaguar the 'Red Cat' and it was John who had jokingly called the newly arrived cart 'Sean's red kitty'. The name had stuck and I'd been compelled to have "Red Kitty' painted on the nose of the sleek little electric vehicle. When I'd given it to Sean, he had burst into tears and I was afraid something was terribly wrong but it turned out to be 'happiness overload'. That day had been just too much for the poor little guy and despite the fact that his surprise party was still going on, I'd wound up carrying him up to bed by 8 o'clock that night. He'd slept soundly until 10AM the next day. The very first thing he'd wanted to do after breakfast was take every one of us; me, John, Martha, Walter, the Professor and Phil for rides around the grounds in his new cart. Fortunately, it seats four and so only two trips were required. Sean was waiting behind the wheel as Chris and I approached and I indicated Chris should take the front seat next to Sean and I hopped into one of the rear facing back seats and we were off. I had Sean first take the path that led out to the far east side of the property. It was there that Uncle Phil lived in his luxureous condo like apartment isolated from the main house. He occupied the top floor of building A and now Barry had moved into the apartment on the ground floor. Across the clearing was an identical building, Richard would soon be moving into the ground floor apartment and I hoped (if he accepted the position I would be offering him) that Chris would be moving into the top floor apartment very soon. Walter had an apartment in the main house of Joyous Gaurde as did Martha. John lived very happily in the large apartment over the garage building and it seemed that for the foreseeable future at least, Dr. Swaim was happily entrenched at Fish Camp. As we drove past the two 'condo' buildings I began to wonder about future housing needs for key employees. I knew that there was an empty 65 acres of land adjoining the northeast of the current estate and I made a mental note to look into purchasing it. I knew that Andy lived in a small house near the equipment garages isolated to the north of the property but the time was coming soon when I'd need to be appointing a younger man as official Groundskeeper and he would need a place to live. I filed those thoughts away for future consideration. As he turned the little cart sharply around in the paved lot between the two buildings Sean leaned over to Chris and said; "Now we'll head over to the shootin' range and the gun shed then I'll take you to Fish Camp. You'll love meetin' the Professor. He pretends that he's a teacher but he's REALLY a wizard...you'll see." Because my seat was facing the rear, I didn't see Chris' facial reaction to that statement but I had to fight not to chuckle out loud. Silently I said to myself; " My wonderful imaginative little boy...my son. God how I love you!" ********************* As we returned from our little tour of the property, Sean set the brake on the 'Red Kitty' and excused himself. During our visit to Fish Camp, the Professor had reminded him that since he and I were flying to Houston on Friday, he'd need to do extra work on two assigned projects and present them to the big man tomorrow. I admired the fact that Sean never tried to wheedle his way out of any of his responsibilities even when there was something more interesting to do. Rather, he accepted the fact that there was something that needed to be done and did it. I'd been wondering lately if this was part of his nature or a work ethic that was taught to all NEST kids. If the later were true, then I was forced to mentally add yet another check mark in the 'positive' column for the Nestwell-Turnbridge Academy. My anti-Nest campaign was getting more and more complicated the deeper I looked into it. I invited Chris to follow me down to the library for a drink and perhaps a little conversation and he accepted with a quick smile. As we were crossing the parking area, we spotted John waxing a sleek black car. "What a sweet looking old Camaro!" Chris exclaimed. "Is it part of your collection?" "Oh no! The black beauty there is John's. It's his pride and joy." It was the same car that John had owned and driven me home in that long ago day when we had first met and he'd rescued me from the hustler at Arnie's Pool Hall. He kept it in immaculate shape occasionally making further improvements on it. I'd often secretly wonder how much of the car General Motors would recognize by now. "Hi John." I greeted him as we walked by. "Got a hot date tonight?" He looked at me with an uncharacteristically sheepish grin and answered; "As a matter of fact, yes I do. She's a great girl. I've been seeing for a while now and if this keeps up, I guess one day I'll have to bring her around here and introduce her to the family." "I'll look forward to meeting the woman who manages to tame you John." I was smiling sincerely at my friend. "Oh,but you've already met her Eric." He replied. "Jenny has worked part time for Martha for about a year now while she's earning her teaching degree." "Jenny? Pretty little Jenny? That sweet nice girl is going out with a big bozo like you?" He grinned from ear to ear "Yep! Go figure eh?" "The word is that you shoot a mean game of pool John." Chris interjected. "I've been known to pot a ball or two Chris." John replied as he waggled his eyebrows at me. "Maybe we could play a game sometime." The handsome young man half asked. "Anytime Chris. I'd love to. But now guys.., I've gotta get this wax off." with a smile he turned back to his work and we crossed the pavement and into the house. We were seated in two of the big old leather arm chairs in the library. I was sipping single malt on ice and he held a Jack Daniels and water. 'Damn!' I'd thought to myself 'when the Professor learns this is his preferred drink, I'll never hear the end of it.' After a small comfortable silence he spoke first. "You know Eric, I hadn't realized Sean was your son when you two were up at the lodge. Somehow I was under the impression you were his guardian or something like that." "Well, Chris when we first met you that was correct I was only his guardian." I then proceeded to briefly lay out the manufactured 'history' we had created to better explain Sean's relationship with the Tucker family. I was privately amazed at how easy the story was to tell and how much sense it made as I told it. Pointing to the large painting I'd had newly installed over the fireplace I said; "That's one of Karen Harris' paintings. The child is Sean when he was about three or four years old." Chris was running his index finger around the rim of his glass staring at me contemplatively. "You really love that little boy don't you?" "With all my heart and soul Chris. I can't imagine life without him ." "Do you ever let anyone else into your life Eric? Someone just for you? Someone or something that doesn't also center on Sean?" I blinked at him a bit taken aback. "I'm not quite certain what you mean." He smiled at me and raised one eyebrow as he took a long pull from his glass. "Permission to speak freely sir?' he said with a grin and I chuckled loudly. "My friend Commodore Tipton would love you! Permission granted." "Well, Eric, as bright and charming and loveable as he is, Sean is still a little boy. You on the other hand are a grown man. A very personable and attractive man I might add. A man has certain...needs that a little boy cannot or at least should not fulfill and a man should be able to pour out his passion his...needs... with another adult...someone who fully understands and can reciprocate in kind." I suddenly felt a great heat around my temples and suspected that I was blushing furiously. At the same time I felt the familiar hot arousal between my legs. I was caught completely by surprise and I just sat there staring at him like a complete fool. He obviously mistook my silence for anger or rejection because he blushed from embarrassment. I was in enough control to note to myself that this only served to make him more attractive. He placed his drink down on the side table and half stammered; "I-I'm so very sorry. That was forward and uncalled for. I was WAY out of line...I'm so sorry... I...I suppose I'd better leave." He started to rise from his chair and I quickly thrust out a hand to stop him. "Wait Chris! Please sit down. You're very right. It's been almost five years now since I've had even a brief adult relationship...at least one that took place when I was sane and sober. I've been such a mess...so lost since my family died. It was Sean and his love that saved my life and I'm only getting back to normal so much so that I...well, it's just that hearing that from an attractive young man like yourself... for a moment it almost sounded like an invitation and..." "What if it was an invitation Eric?" he was leaning forward now looking at me with a hot intensity. I was suddenly more flustered than I'd been in a very long time. "Well Chris...such an invitation wouldn't go by unconsidered and it would certainly be immensely appealing but..." "But perhaps should be issued and considered at another time." He rose from his chair. "I think I will take advantage of the couple of hours before dinner and go up to my room to rest." He'd reached over and laid a hand on my shoulder leaving it there lingering for a few moments. "I'll see you a bit later Eric." He left me sitting alone in the library with wildly conflicting emotions. This handsome young man who spoke so tenderly and wisely was hardly more than a child himself. At 21 he was only two years older than Kyle would be had he lived but he had spoken to my almost as an equal and I believed had offered to share himself with me if I would do the same for him...a beautiful man child who had unquestionably offered himself to me. I was stunned, pleased, excited and confused...most certainly confused. ************************** Dinner had been a wonderful success and I remembered how much fun it could be with a large group of friendly interesting people gathered around the big dining room table. Chris was delightful company and to my relief our conversation in the library was neither mentioned nor alluded to. In fact, I might have been able to convince myself that it had never happened had I not caught him looking at me intently at moments when he obviously thought my attention was elsewhere. It was agreed that he would meet Walter and Phil for breakfast at nine the next morning and would be spending the next two days with them. We all made plans to meet for pre-dinner drinks in the library tomorrow evening and I let them know that Dr. Swaim would be joining us as well. That night I lay in bed running my fingers through Sean's silky black hair. He was kneeling between my legs tenderly kissing my balls and taking teasing kitten like licks at my raging hard cock. The little boy had become quite adept at teasing me unmercifully before taking me into his mouth and skillfully granting an increasingly expertly executed release. "Chris is neat huh?" he spoke softly while still concentrating upon my left testicle. "Yes he certainly is little man." "You like him don't ya?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "Cause I'm pretty sure he likes you too." "Why do you say that Sean?" "Oh, the way he always is lookin at you Eric." "Does that bother you Sean?" He sat straight up and stared into my eyes. "No Eric. It don't bother me. I know there's things...specially sex things that you won't do with me. I think you should be able to do that with somebody and Chris is nice...I think he'd be nice to do sex things with." I was stunned but I also had to admit my own feelings and I certainly needed to be honest with him. "What if I did do that sometime...have sex with someone else like Chris? How would you feel about that Sean?" "I'd be happy silly. I want you to be happy Eric. I know you try alla time to make me happy...I want you to be happy too." "Even if I did...sometime have sex with someone you're the one I love. It wouldn't mean anything like that...it's only you that I truly love...I..." "I know that too silly!" and with that his warm hot lips closed around the head of my cock and I sucked in my breath in a gasp of pleasure. We were both coated in a patina of sweat as we lay sleepily in each other's arms. Our pleasure taking and giving had been extraordinary tonight and we clasped each other in a state of contented exhaustion. "You're the love of my life." I whispered huskily into his ear. "I've never loved anyone like I love you." "Me too." Was his soft reply and moments later he was sleeping. ******************************* The flight to Houston had been pleasant. Captain Lucas had greeted us both warmly and asked Sean if he'd like to be up in the cockpit for take-off. Sean had looked at me with wide questioning eyes and with a laugh I'd told him of course he could before he'd even actually asked. About twenty minutes after we were airborne Sean returned and sat next to me. He was vibrant with excitement and happiness. I hugged him to me and said; "How long before you're asking me if you can take flying lessons?" He flashed me a large 'Sean smile' and answered at once; "Just as soon as you think I'm old enough Dad." "Well when things settle down a bit, I guess we'll have to look into that. Remind me to talk to Captain Lucas next week OK?" "Kay!" He leaned against me and rested his head on my chest and we spent the rest of the flight snuggled together that way. I had forgotten that Sean had never seen the Houston penthouse and smiled as he ran around exploring I enjoyed each of his funny little exclamations of discovery. "Boy Dad, you sure got some way cool houses!" he nearly shouted. "WE sure have some cool houses." I corrected him. "Guess what? You haven't seen half of them yet, but you will...I promise." He smiled and hugged me warmly and I held him closely. "Now Sean, I've got to leave to pick up the boy from the NEST are you certain that you don't want to come with me?" "N-no Dad. I just don't want to go to that place at least not now....is that OK?" "Of course it's OK son. You can wait here. You know where everything is and how to turn everything on right? I'm just sorry there's no poll in this place...when I bought it I didn't know Aquaman was going to be living with me." He released me from his hug and assumed a humorous muscle man pose before saying; "It's OK Dad I've got my book I'll be fine." I bent down and kissed him. "Great, I won't be long I promise." *************************************** As I walked through the doors I couldn't help wondering if young Jack had changed much. It had been almost seven months since we'd been together and I remembered he'd seemed on the verge of a growth spurt. After meeting with Mr. Coleman the director I signed the necessary temporary custody papers and in answer to his question I replied that my time with Jack was open ended at this point. This posed no real problem as I essentially had purchased his entire contract term seven months ago. "And may I enquire how is Sean?" Mr. Coleman asked in a simpering voice. "My SON is quite well thank you Mr. Coleman." I replied curtly. Before any further uncomfortable conversation could occur there was a knock at the office door. The Director bade the visitor enter. The door opened and there he stood. He didn't seem to have grown very much but if possible he was more stunning. He was wearing his hair a bit longer which offset his square jaw wonderfully and his emerald green eyes danced as a smile crossed his face when he saw me. Impulsively he ran up to me and embraced me warmly causing the officious little director to clear his throat audibly. "Oh, cool it Mr. Coleman!" I snapped. "I'm happy this boy is as glad to see me as I am to see him. Hello Jack." I smiled at the exquisite red head. "Hello Eric! I knew it! I knew you come back to see me again. I'm so happy you're here!" "Well Jack, we're not staying here. We'll spend the night at the penthouse and then you're coming home with me for a while. Is that OK?" "OK? It's GREAT!" "Then let's go." I hefted the small travel bag he's place by the door. From its weight I suspected they'd packed him no more extra clothing than they'd done for Sean when I'd picked him up. 'Oh well' I thought 'Jacob Struthers will love it and besides, it's probably time to get Sean re-sized as well. Summer is almost over.' I turned the car over to the valet and Jack and I entered the elevator. "Well Jack, if you don't mind my saying so, you certainly haven't gotten any less handsome. You're as beautiful as ever." He beamed with pride and reached into the collar of his shirt drawing out his lovely emerald pendant. "All the guys were so jealous when they saw this. You know Eric, I'm 16 now I'm not such a little boy anymore." I reached out and mussed his hair. "You've only JUST turned 16 and you're still a little boy to me Jack...a beautiful wonder boy but still..." We arrived at the top floor and with my arm on his shoulder we walked to the penthouse door. I was wondering out of curiosity if he and Sean knew each other. To a certain extent they must I assumed. "Well, here we are again I said as I swung the door open. Jack took two steps in and stopped abruptly. In the center of the room Sean stood equally frozen, eyes wide mouth agape. "Rufus!" "Tadpole!" They were in each other's arms instantly and I was the one frozen in place with his mouth wide open in surprise. (to be continued) Next time there'll be some movin and shakin at Joyous Gaurde. 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