Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2023 17:48:42 -0500 From: Hank Subject: The Inlet, Ch.9 Dear Readers: Please do your part to keep this website alive and well. Click on the "donate" icon and give what you can to assure yourselves hours of erotic and entertaining reading. Send donations to https://donate.nifty.org. Thanks, HWB The Inlet Chapter 9 When Kyle opened the cabin for summer use on Memorial Day weekend, he arranged to have the sofa reupholstered. When the workman asked how so much blood had gotten on it, Kyle answered rather sheepishly, "I'm a first class klutz and I cut myself slicing an apple." The upholsterer was satisfied. The first chance he got, Andrew hid two butcher knives between the cushions and the arm rests of the newly upholstered sofa. He knew it was an irrational act, but it was a reflection of the fact that he was not yet over the two kidnappings he had suffered in his life. He wondered if he would ever get over it. Kyle, Andrew, Freddie and Scott continued to share the cabin on weekends, and separately on alternate weeks, but this year Jean and Sam joined them every weekend. They stayed at the lodge, however. Sam was particularly happy to meet James Harper, who had saved his nephews' lives. Andrew's parents used the cabin for the two weeks following Labor Day as had become their habit. Jean and Sam decided to stay at the lodge during those weeks. The four of them had dinner together every evening and Sam quizzed the Stanleys about the condo they owned in Boca Raton and about the amenities offered by the community. It sounded so wonderful, and they really didn't want to spend another frigid, snowy winter in New York. Money was not a consideration and if they wanted to go to the theater or the opera in New York, they could simply fly in for the occasion. After very little discussion, Jean and Sam decided to go down to Florida the following week to buy a condo. The Stanleys gave them a key to their place and begged them to use it since it would be vacant until the first week in October when they would drive down for the season. Whenever any of the Gardini family travelled, or if they went in separate directions, there was always the question of what to do logistically about the four bodyguards. Sam decided that they would buy a three bedroom unit. One bedroom would be for guests, like Kyle and Andrew or Scott and Freddie. The third bedroom would be for the bodyguards. They figured that they would use the condo about four months a year. They would have a body guard come down a month at a time, so each of them would have a stay in the Sunshine State during the cold winter months. The lucky guys who would be down over the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays could invite their wives and children down and Sam would put them up at a nearby hotel. How could anybody not be happy with those arrangements? Sam, Jean and Ron, one of the bodyguards, emerged from the terminal in Ft Lauderdale/Hollywood International Airport and they were hit by a blast of furnace like air which seemed to be bathed in bath water Nobody warned them that September was the hottest, most humid month of the year in South Florida. They were happy to board the air conditioned shuttle bus to take them to the car rental terminal. Dave Stanley had written out specific directions to his condominium complex, and they arrived without one false turn. They parked in Dr Stanley's assigned parking spot and entered the building with the keys he had given them. Their apartment was on the fifth floor on the ocean side of the building. They entered the spacious apartment and immediately turned down the thermostat to make the place cooler. They opened all the blinds to let in the sunshine and were bowled over by the spectacular view of the ocean from the living room. There was an outdoor terrace off the living room. They stepped outside and in spite of the hot, humid day they were greeted by a delightful breeze coming at them from the ocean. The apartment had an eat in kitchen, a dining room, living room, two bedrooms, a den and two bathrooms. The area was approximately 2000 square feet. Ron threw his bags down in the guest room and Sam and Jean claimed the master bath. The Stanley's had informed them that there was a fully equipped work out room in the basement and a huge Olympic style community pool. The terrace had a wall on each end so that it was completely private from the neighbors on each side. "Would you guys mind if I sun bathed nude on the terrace?" Ron asked. "Not at all," Sam answered. "We'll probably join you. However, we can do better than that. A friend of mine gave me the name of a nude beach in Ft. Lauderdale. We'll be going there as often as we can, so you'll have to go too. Fortunately for us, and unfortunately for you, Ron, it's a gay beach. You can wear a swim suit if you want to." "I can handle it. I think I'd prefer to go nude. If anyone comes on to me, I'll tell them I belong to you," Ron joked. "Trust me," Jean said. "Plenty of guys will come on to you." In the end they had such a wonderful time that they extended their stay an extra week They ended up buying a three bedroom penthouse apartment in the same building. It had just come on the market the day they arrived. They paid the asking price and said that it would be a cash deal. Talk about happy sellers. They intended the third bedroom to be for whichever body guard would be down south with them. They furnished it with twin beds so that if any of their nephews came down, the bedroom would accommodate another bodyguard. They found out that the area boasted two first class opera companies that could be seen in West Palm Beach and Ft. Lauderdale. They bought subscriptions to each of them. The Broward Center for the Performing Arts in Ft. Lauderdale, and the Kravis Center in West Palm Beach also showed Broadway Theater in season and there were dozens of regional theaters as well. The Miami City Ballet performed at the Broward Center. They were surprised and delighted to find that their new home was not located in a cultural wasteland, and they realized that they wouldn't have to go to New York in the winter as often as they thought. Instead they would urge their boys to visit them as often as possible. They knew that the Stanleys would be more than pleased about that. They went to the gay nude beach several times and earned some pretty bad sun burns for their efforts, in spite of applying sun block generously. As promised, Ron had to fend off many of the men who came on to him. Although he was nearing forty, his body was that of an athlete, and a seven inch flaccid cut cock didn't hurt either. After consulting the gay yellow pages on line, they located a gay bar in Ft. Lauderdale and they went there on the evening before they returned home. Ron stayed discreetly in a corner nursing a coke all evening. Nobody came on to him, and he admitted in the car driving back to Boca that he was a little deflated by that. On the other hand, Jean and Sam met several other couples there and they all had a great time huddled at the piano bar around the piano. They agreed to get together when they came down in November. Unfortunately they didn't have a phone number yet or cards, so Jean wrote down both their cell phone numbers on a slip of paper and handed it to one of the men. He carefully placed the cards, offered by their new friends, in his wallet. It was with great reluctance that they drove off to the car rental return on their last morning in Florida. Ron told them that he hoped he would draw the watch for December, so that his family could join him in paradise this Christmas. Jean wished him luck. Ron had other reasons for wanting to come down again. The apartment was not so well insulated that he didn't hear Sam and Jean going at it every night. He began to wonder what it would be like to make love with a man. His wife wasn't frigid, but it took him so long to get her aroused that sometimes he lost interest by the time she was ready. A man was always ready. Besides, listening to Sam and Jean having sex got him so hot that he could only relieve himself by whacking off. There was nothing unusual about that, but he began to fantasize that he was the third party in bed with them and his reality orgasms were beyond all his expectations. If he came down south again, at the very least, he could whack off to the sounds of their love making. Slowly, by seconds, he was beginning to envy gay men. When he got home and he made love to his wife he began to visualize the nude men on the beach and the camaraderie at the gay bar. Most of the time he would shudder at his `unnatural' yearnings, but other times he had the strongest urge to act on them. ***** The wives of the other three bodyguards seemed very content that their husbands were rarely home. The salaries they earned were beyond anything they had previously achieved. None of them cheated and none of them were lonely. The money and their families kept them happily satisfied. Ron's wife was different. Yes, she enjoyed her new wealthy life style, and she didn't miss Ron for the sex, but she was lonely at night when he wasn't around, which was most of the time. Rhonda had three single divorced girlfriends, who kept urging her to go out with them. They assured her that all they ever did was to have a few innocent drinks at a local watering hole. Her two sons were now twelve and fifteen years old and required no baby sitter, so it was easy for Rhonda to get out whenever she wanted to. The first time she joined her friends, it became obvious to her that a few innocent drinks was not what they had in mind. These women were on the prowl and they were hungry for sex. Usually at least one of them hooked up for the night. One night all three scored and they disappeared so fast, it took Rhonda a little while to realize that she was alone in the bar. She decided to finish her drink and then head for home. "Can I buy you another drink?" she heard a friendly voice ask. She turned around to see a very handsome middle age man smiling at her. Somewhere an overhead light was shining on him, making his white teeth gleam. Rhonda had to blink, the sparkle was so intense. His brown hair was gray at the temples, and his brown eyes reminded her of a puppy she had owned as a child. He was dressed as if he was ready to pose for GQ. She smiled back at him. He held out his hand to her. "My name is Frank Mason," he said. Rhonda took his hand. "I'm Rhonda Harte," she said. She was flattered and a little frightened. She wanted to leave and probably should have, but instead she said, "Why, yes. You can buy me another drink. That would be very nice." She didn't go home with Frank that night, but they met at the bar several times over the next few weeks. She let him know that she was married and had two teen age sons. It didn't seem to diminish his desire for her in any way. Finally one day, she told him that her boys were spending the night with their grandmother, and she agreed to go to Frank's bachelor pad. She was actually frightened, and she was prepared to feign arousal and orgasm, which she rarely achieved with Ron. She was surprised and delighted when Frank tenderly began to make love to her and she was almost instantly aroused. She didn't have to pretend anything, and she achieved orgasm three times. She was happier than she had ever been in her life, but terribly confused. Why didn't she feel this way about Ron? She thought she loved her husband. She had never doubted it. This was her first affair, and anyway, it was his fault, wasn't it? Sometimes he wasn't home for weeks at a time. How could he expect her to live like a nun? Besides, maybe he was screwing some bimbo at the Gardini house. She made excuse after excuse, but she could not erase the perfectly clear fact, that she was madly in love with Frank Mason, and that she now realized that she had never loved Ron Harte. ***** It was decided by lot that Kyle and Andrew would go down to Florida for Thanksgiving and that Freddie and Scott would go down for Christmas. All of Sam's nephews would be together in New York for the New Year celebration. The four bodyguards, Ron, Ernie, Art and Mel drew lots also. One of them was assigned to each couple a month at a time. The fourth was sort of a rover. He would be around if the couples had to split or if one of the bodyguards became ill. The rover accompanied Kyle to a conference once, and on another occasion he accompanied Freddie to a business meeting in Chicago. Ernie was assigned to Kyle and Andrew for November which meant that he would be there for Thanksgiving. Mel was already down south as he had drawn Jean and Sam for November. Sam made reservations for Ernie and Mel's families to stay at the hotel. Every other night one of the men could stay over night at the hotel. At least one of them was required to stay at the condominium. Besides paying for the airfare of the bodyguards' families, Sam intended to give them a generous check for expenses while down south. Mel was the oldest guard at forty-eight. His children were married and out of the house. Mel's wife decided to make Thanksgiving at home, and have her children with her She was influenced by the birth of a brand new grand son. Sam cancelled her hotel reservation, and Mel told Ernie he could stay at the hotel every night while his family was down in Florida, if he wanted to. Ron got his wish and he drew Freddie and Scott for December, so he would therefore get to spend Christmas in Florida with his family. The four guards all became good friends, and were so well treated by Sam, Jean and their nephews that there was nothing they wouldn't do for them. Their bonds were sealed when at the beginning of January, each body guard received a brokerage statement for each of their children with an initial investment of $1000.00 each. The broker's statement was accompanied by a letter from Sam in which he informed them that he would add an additional $1000.00 at the beginning of each fiscal quarter. The money was set aside for the children's college educations. In Mel's case it was for his grandson. Andrew and Kyle arrived on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Andrew's parents had driven down in October with a seven seater mini van loaded with stuff for their apartment. They, Mel, Jean and Sam drove to the airport together to pick up Andrew, Kyle, and Ernie in the van. Fortunately Ernie's wife and two kids were not coming down until the next day. Jean said that he and Mel would pick them up. Anna Stanley was making the holiday dinner in her apartment, and Jean and Kyle were quick to insist on helping her. Andrew said that he and Kyle would stay in his parent's apartment so that Mel and Ernie could have separate bedrooms when Ernie's family was no longer at the hotel, but Sam would not allow them to be anywhere without protection. So in the end they stayed with Uncle Sam. Sam had previously and carefully explained to the Stanleys why it was necessary that Andrew have a body guard. He left out the tale of the Rodriguez cousins, but the Stanleys appreciated how wealthy their son was, and the need for him to be kept safe, just like all those Hollywood celebrities. The minute Andrew, Kyle and Ernie were settled in, they ran down to the ocean for a swim. Sam and Jean didn't even have a chance to tell them how to get to the gay nude beach, but they vowed to take them out to dinner that evening, and to meet their new friends at the gay bar. Sam told the Stanleys what was planned for the evening and invited them to join, but they primly declined. Bodyguard Art was assigned to Freddie and Scott for November, and Ron was the rover. When Freddie and Scott started out to work the morning after Kyle and Andrew left, Art wasn't ready to go with Freddie, but Ron, who was at home the night before, came running up the steps to go with Scott. They knocked on Art's door to see why he wasn't ready, and found him lying in bed unable to move. He had a fever of 102 and the obvious symptoms of the flu. They called a cab to take him to their doctor, and then to take him home. Security at CCNY was very tight since 9/11 and all those school massacres around the country and the world, so it was decided that Ron would go with Freddie and Scott would go solo to work just this once. "Once you are safe in your office," Ron said, "I'll go home and get some stuff because I'm staying at the Town House tonight." Freddie started to object but Ron would not hear of it. In the cab coming home from work that evening, Ron announced to Freddie that he and Scott were going to be his guests for Thanksgiving dinner at his home, and that was not open for discussion either. The guys were used to Jean having dinner ready every night and none of them excelled at cooking. Jean and Kyle were the only chefs around here, so they decided to go out to dinner in their absences. "I hope you won't mind," Scott said to Ron, "our favorite restaurant is in The Village. It's gay owned and operated and the food is to die for. Most of the clientele is gay." Ron felt a stirring in his groin. "That's fine with me," he said. "You should see the places your uncles took me to, including gay nude beaches." "Wow," Freddie exclaimed. "They never mentioned it." At dinner that evening, all three of them were cruised. Ron had learned to recognize the signals, and he was secretly pleased and more than a little aroused. It did not get by Scott what was going on with Ron, but Freddie was totally oblivious. "The way you are getting the eye from the guys here, Ron, I'd bet that you could go home with any one you liked; that is if you weren't straight and married," Scott observed. "To tell the truth," Ron answered, "I'm totally flattered. You should see how I had to fight them off at the gay beach." After that the subject was dropped except that during the meal, Ron received several nods from admirers and he smiled and nodded back. Scott was taking it all in. If he was alone he'd go home with one of them. I can feel it in my bones, he thought. "A penny for your thoughts, big guy," Scott said. "If you want one of those guys, I can fix it up for you." Not only did Ron turn a deep shade of crimson, Freddie choked on his wine. Ron's first thought was to make a joke out of Scott's offer, which it probably was. Then he got to thinking. He never thought of Andrew, Kyle, Freddie or Scott as employers. Weren't they doing Thanksgiving together? As far as he was concerned they were friends. Did he dare confide in them about his conflicted sexual feelings which had surfaced in Florida last September, or should he just ignore the whole thing? He really didn't think it out very well when he said, "That's an interesting offer Scott. Can I talk to both of you about something?" Freddie's brain said, "Uh oh!" and Scott said, "Talk away, Ronnie baby. I'm an excellent listener." Ron's hand was on the table and Scott placed his hand over Ron's. Ron was surprised and very titillated. He made no attempt to move his hand. "Well guys, as you know, I often sleep in the Town House, but the house is huge, and although I can hear the sounds of all you guys going at it, it's kind of distant and indistinct. I never gave it much thought. But in Dr. Stanley's condo you can hear everything that's going on in the apartment. Going to the gay beach and visiting the gay bar with your uncles, I must admit, began to turn me on. At night I could clearly hear Jean and Sam making love. They're pretty noisy." Freddie and Scott nodded in agreement. "Anyway, as you can imagine, I got aroused, and I started to whack off In the past when I whacked off, I pictured that a buxom twenty year old blond with big boobs was sucking my cock. My fist was her mouth. But listening to your uncles, I began to fantasize that one of those hunks at the beach was doing the honors. Then it got worse. I began to fantasize that I was in bed with Jean and Sam, and making love to both of them." Freddie and Scott were silent so Ron continued. "I began to wonder what it would be like to really have sex with a man, or better still, I began to wonder what it would be like to make love to a man. When I got home, I couldn't get excited for my wife unless I fantasized I was with one of the guys at the beach or one of your uncles." Ron was out of words and he buried his face in his hands. Freddie carefully removed his hands and made Ron look him straight in the eye. "Believe me Ron; Scott and I know just how it is. It's a hunger you can't bury or deny. Would you be willing to have a go at it with a man? If it doesn't work for you, well that's that. We certainly won't tell on a friend. But if it works for you, I pity you. It's a hard thing to fight. You can never put it on the back burner. It'll haunt you, and you'll be forced to do it again and again in an effort to satisfy your desires." "If you are willing to try, here are your options." Scott continued. "We can take one of these hunks home with us, but no matter how good looking he may be, there is no guarantee that he's a good lover On the other hand, Freddie and I would be delighted to give you your first experience. Your first could very well be your last experience, and I promise we'll make it a night you will never forget. Don't answer quickly. Look around the room and think carefully. Ron did just that. He looked around the room and concluded that Freddie and Scott were as good looking, or maybe better looking, than any guy in the restaurant. Also they had great bodies. "If I slept with you guys, would you want me to still be your body guard?" Ron asked with real concern. "More than before," Freddie answered. "I would think that you would want to fully protect the guys who took your virginity." That made them all laugh. "Then I choose you," Ron said. "I hoped you would say that," Scott said. "We can't leave yet," Ron said. "I'm splitting my pants. The three of them lay naked and still in Freddie's king size bed. Ron was in the middle. "Are you scared?" Freddie asked Ron. "Not in the way you think. I'm not scared of making love to a man. I'm scared to death, I'll like it too much." "Well, we warned you," Scott said. "You can still change your mind." "Look," Ron said, pointing at his huge hard cock. "Does this look like I want to change my mind?" "Well then, here goes," Freddie said. He turned to Ron and placed his lips on Ron's. The bodyguard was stunned. He hadn't counted on kissing being part of the equation, but he was committed and he returned Freddie's kiss with closed lips. Freddie opened his mouth and started to part Ron's lips with his tongue. Freddie was patient. He knew what would happen and he was right. Little by little Ron began to kiss back with passion. Of course, it helped a lot that Scott was sucking one of Ron's nipples and fondling his balls while he and Freddie kissed. In a short while, Ron was kissing Freddie just like he used to kiss his wife when he was trying to get into her pants. The difference is that he wasn't fantasizing kissing his wife. He was living in the moment, content that he was kissing Freddie. He was more than content. He was happy. "Have you ever cheated on your wife?" Scott asked out of the blue. "Never! This is the first time, and because it's not with a woman, I don't really feel like I'm cheating. Why did you ask?" "Then none of us has been exposed to any STD's and we can go at it without condoms. Is that OK with you?" Scott asked. Oh sure. My wife had her tubes tied after second son was born, and I haven't used a condom since." "Good, then let's not talk so much and get on with it." Scott said. Freddie and Scott tongued their way down each side of Ron's body. From his moans and his sighs, it was obvious that Ron was thoroughly enjoying it. When they completed their journeys south, they both ran their tongues up and down his cock and when finally Freddie engulfed Ron's massive rod in his mouth, as best he could, Scott sucked on his balls. Ron's body was writhing. He looked like he was having a seizure. "Oh God, oh God," he whined over and over again. Freddie felt that he was close and withdrew. "Please don't stop," Ron begged. "Don't worry there's more to come," Scott said. "We're going to form a daisy chain. We'll each have a cock in our mouths, and after we all cum, we are going to get some sleep. In the morning if you want to forget the whole deal, you'll take Freddie to work and we will never speak of this again. If you want more, we'll teach you more. Deal?" "Deal!" Ron said. "Then let me teach you how to suck cock." In his best professorial manner, Scott instructed Ron in how to use his lips and his tongue and how to tuck in his teeth. Before forming the chain, Ron was even willing to practice a little bit on each of his employers. Afterward he declared, "It really tastes very good. I didn't expect that" Before they began the daisy chain, they allowed Ron to come down from his near high so that he wouldn't cum too fast. Finally it was Freddie who got impatient and demanded that they get going. "Scott and I swallow our cum," he told Ron, "but if you don't want to do that, you can spit it out." "I'll swallow. I committed myself to go all the way." They formed the chain and went to work. After several minutes nobody had cum, so on a whim they reconfigured the chain so that they each had a different cock to suck. After that they came quickly one after the other. True to his promise, Ron swallowed every drop as did the others. They washed up and Freddie turned out the lights. They fell asleep nesting against each other. Again Ron was in the middle. He loved the way his cock nested in Freddie's crack and the way Scott's nested in his. Just before dawn, Ron needed to pee badly, but he was in the middle. There was nothing he could do but climb over Freddie. He then headed to the bathroom. Neither of his bed mates even stirred. When he returned from the bathroom, he could only smile. Scott and Freddie had somehow found each other They were wrapped up so tight, he could not hope to resume his middle position. He didn't bother to go back to bed. Instead he went naked into the kitchen and took out rolls and bagels from the freezer and then set up the coffee. All he had to do when they were ready for breakfast was to push the on button. When Freddie and Scott woke up, they would want to know what decision he had come to. He was still uncertain himself, but he knew for sure that he had loved the experience and he had the time of his life. He also knew that when Scott promised to teach him more, he meant anal sex. Ron had never fucked anyone through the rear door, male or female. He had no doubt that he would love doing that. When he used to listen to Sam and Jean, he could picture what act they were performing. He learned to recognize the squeals of delight when they were fucking each other. But what would happen to his male macho image if some guy fucked him? Well, he concluded, it doesn't matter. I'm not making a decision until I experience everything. He tried to picture either Freddie or Scott fucking him. He searched his soul to see if the thought disgusted him, but he felt nothing. On the other hand, thinking of fucking them led to a rising cock. He just had to find out for himself. He returned to the bedroom. The lovers were still wrapped up together in the middle of the bed. He shook Scott's shoulder because Scott was the more aggressive lover of the two. "Wha....what?" Scott asked. "I want to fuck one of you and I want you to fuck me," he said and it sounded like a command to the troops. Scott disengaged himself from Freddie, and he and Ron went into the bathroom. "I gotta pee," he said and then we should brush our teeth." While he was peeing, Freddie came into the bathroom and he and Scott crossed swords. After they washed the sleep out of their eyes and brushed their teeth, they climbed back into bed. Scott opened his night table drawer and took out a big tube of KY Jelly. "Lie on your back," he instructed Freddie, who gladly obliged. Ron watched as Scott lubed Freddie's hole generously. "If we had showered and we were sparkling clean, I would have rimmed my baby first to get his juices going, but we don't have much time now. If you vote for more, we'll do it better tonight," Scott told Ron. Ron was only semi erect so Scott took his cock gently in his hand and moments later, with little effort, Ron was hard as nails. Scott then lubricated Ron's prick with the lubricant. He positioned him between Freddie's legs. Freddie moaned softly and raised his buttocks. Scott placed a pillow under Freddie's raised ass, and guided Ron's cock into Freddie's pleading ass hole. "Aah, aah, aah," Ron could only repeat over and over as he gently began an in and out stroking motion, just as if he was fucking a vagina. Only no vagina he had ever visited was as tight as Freddie's ass, nor as moist, nor as warm. Ron had hoped he would hate this, but he loved it. He had achieved Nirvana. Almost in a dream he heard Scott say, "I'm going to grease us both up good, but even so, this will hurt at first. Just bear it. I promise you that the hurt will turn to pure pleasure." Ron could feel Scott lubricating his ass hole. We usually rim it after a shower, he could hear Scott whispering earlier. We had enough time to shower. I could kick myself, he thought. Once or twice, Scott's massaging finger touched Ron's prostate and tears came to his eyes, tears of joy. He was roused from his reveries when he felt Scott's cock head looking for his ass hole. "Man, you have a huge opening. This shouldn't be bad at all." Ron was aware when Scott's medium size cock reached his muscle, and when Scott went right in it barely hurt at all. "Did that hurt?" Scott asked, concerned. Ron couldn't talk. He just shook his head. He resumed thrusting in and out of Freddie's ass hole and it felt heavenly. But when Scott's cock started to massage Ron's prostate, his tears returned, and he was overwhelmed with the realization that he was experiencing the full potential of his sexual being. All the rest had been practice leading to this moment. He heard Freddie yelling, "Fuck me harder, baby," and he and Scott started thrusting harder. Ron felt like he was taming a wild horse and he rode harder and harder until he came screaming like a wild man. Seconds later Freddie shot up his abdomen and chest, and Scott let loose inside of Ron. Ron could feel the warm fluid spurting inside of him and filling him up. What will I do when he pulls out? Ron thought. I'll be empty. I won't be able to stand it. "We better shower," he heard Scott say as he pulled out of him. Ron did indeed feel like their was a void, a mile wide canyon in his body, that needed to be filled badly. They used the shower in this room and the one in Andrew's room. When they went downstairs, they found breakfast almost ready for them. "Talk!" Scott demanded of Ron. "I gotta know." Ron encircled Scott in a bear hug. "That was the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. I've got to have more. I need to have more so badly." He looked at Freddie, "You were right," he said. "I'm deathly afraid of my future. How can I live my old life, knowing that I am gay." "It's going to be tough, but we'll help you," Freddie said and he embraced both Scott and Ron who were still holding each other. "I've got to make a call," Ron said and he disentangled himself. He called Art who said he was better, but still had a low grade fever. "Take your time getting back to work," Ron said. "I've got everything under control." On Thanksgiving Day, Freddie and Scott gathered the flowers they had bought for Rhonda and the IPads they had bought for Ron's sons, while Ron hailed a cab to take them to Thanksgiving Dinner at his house. Ron was excited, but he was a little frightened too. He wondered if there was any way that Rhonda would be able to detect that he had slept with Freddie and Scott. He finally rationalized that she could not. When they entered his apartment, Ron had expected to smell all the wonderful odors of the traditional Thanksgiving Day feast, but there were no smells in the apartment at all. He called out for Rhonda, but received no answer. He ran first to the kitchen. It was obvious that no cooking had gone on here for quite awhile. He ran into his bedroom expecting to find Rhonda's corpse on their bed, but the bed was neatly made and no bodies were visible. He looked in the closet. His clothes were in tact, but all of Rhonda's were missing. From there he headed for his sons' bedroom which they shared. The bedroom was empty; no clothes, no furniture, no sons. Freddie and Scott could see that he was in a panic and had been following him around the apartment. "She must have left a note or something," Scott said. "Let's look." Freddie found the note on the front hall table. They had all missed it upon entering the partially empty apartment. Ron grabbed the note from Freddie and started to read out loud. Dear Ron: I'm sorry to do this to you in such a harsh way, but I am feeling very guilty and really can't face you just now. I have fallen in love with a wonderful man, a man who will be mine 24/7. I know that you can't be there for me like he can, but I don't blame you. You are making a wonderful living now, and you must do your duty. Frank Mason is very wealthy and I won't want any alimony from you, but I will expect child support, of course. You can visit with the boys anytime your schedule allows. I realize that we can't make a steady visitation schedule, your job being what it is. The boys and I have moved in with Frank at 222 Park Avenue, apartment 307. You can reach me on my cell phone anytime. I know I have hurt you and I am sorry, but I have to think of myself too, and I have never been happier. And the boys have a father, at last. I have instructed my attorney to reach you at Mr. Gardini's home. Rhonda. Ron slumped down on a kitchen chair and buried his head in his hands. "Are you all right?" Freddie asked with great concern. Ron took his hands away from his face and looked up at Freddie. He was grinning from ear to ear "Surely you realize what a load off my mind this is. Do you think one of you guys could use your influence and get us a table at a good restaurant for Thanksgiving Dinner?" To be continued...