Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2020 10:56:13 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Voices 17

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	I was at the mall, shopping, not even remembering what I was
looking for.  It was strange because I had the feeling to be surrounded by
gays.  I didn't notice any women, with or without children.  I was looking
at the fully decorated windows, offering beautiful things that I didn't
need at all.  Passing a clothes shop, I saw a shadow of a familiar face.  I
stepped back and observed through the displays in the windows.  Yes,
indeed, it was Filip.  What was he doing here ?  I entered the shop and I
saw him moving to the back of the shop where there were the fitting rooms.
He was not alone, but it was not Flint.  Nonetheless, even if I saw only
the back of that man, it was not unknown to me.

	Filip had his hand on the lower back of that man.  I was surprised.
On their way to the fitting rooms, he even put his arm around the
stranger's shoulder.  The fitting rooms were not equipped with doors, but
with curtains and they both disappeared in one, closing the curtain.  I
didn't know what to think.  My curiosity was in full alert.  I got closer
and as the curtain was not closed a hundred percent, I could peek inside.
I was horrified !  Filip was passionately kissing the other man.  I was
really tempted to open the curtain and ask what was going on, but my arms
and hands seemed paralyzed.  I saw Filip's hands move to the guy's crotch,
opening the trousers and pull out a hard dick that he stroke.  I couldn't
believe my eyes !  It was obvious my lover had an affair with someone else.
I wanted to run away, but once again, I couldn't as my legs didn't obey me.
I saw Filip getting lower and lower and at one point I could see the other
guy's face.  This was a total nightmare.

	It was Fernando.

	Filip dropped to his knees and engulfed Fernando's cock.  Fernando
had his eyes closed and had a face-expression that was of pure ecstasy.  He
had his hands on Filip's shoulders and started to breath heavily.  Suddenly
he opened his eyes and saw me.  He had a smirk on his face, one of utter
triumph.  I felt the tears in my eyes and my vision blurred.  I could see
Filip was fumbling with his belt and trouser buttons .  He came upright,
turned his back to Fernando and according to his face, he was impaling
himself on Fernando's cock.  Fernando didn't stop to look at me over
Filip's shoulder and that devilish smile didn't go away from his face.  His
hips were moving and it was obvious he was fucking Filip, there, in front
of my eyes.

	I was devastated and wanted to cry out, but not a sound came out of
my mouth.  Just above the fitting room there was a red horn that started a
deafening and annoying sound.  It was clearly an alarm, but Filip and
Fernando didn't stop what they were doing.  That little red horn made such
a noise that my ears were hurting.  It continued on and on, till I felt a
hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me.

	I opened my eyes and was in my bed.  Filip was bent over me and
smiled and then kissed me softly on the lips.

	-Good morning Sunshine!  Didn't you hear the alarm clock ?

	What a relief !  I had only been dreaming and it was a scary dream
!  I wrapped my arms around Filip's neck and started to sob.  Those vivid
images had affected me enormously.  Filip took me in his arms and softly
rocked me.  I told him what I had seen in my dreams and the mere fact of
remembering it, I was shaking all over.  Filip kissed me all over my face.

	-It was just a bad dream my Love, you know I would never do that to
you.

	I needed to hear these words and bit by bit calmed down.  These
images affected my mood.  Filip pulled me out of bed and dragged me to the
shower.  His soft hands were all over me and his lips covered mine.  I was
crossing my fingers that it had not been a premonitory dream.  He soaped me
all over and with some shampoo gave me a scalp massage he had the secret
of.  I relaxed and moaned.  It felt so good.  With the years we were living
together, he had learned to know what to do in which circumstance and I
couldn't be more grateful for it.  He knew me almost better than I did
myself.

	When his hands roamed over my buttocks, I pushed my back to him.
He knew what that meant and soon his fingers glided in the crack between my
butt-cheeks, softly caressing my rosebud.  My entrance tingled in
anticipation.  The first finger passed my sphincter and jiggled till it
found my prostate.  The second finger followed immediately after that and
the third finger made me feel so full.  All three jiggled inside my ass and
the feeling of them excited me, but I craved his cock.  My left hand pushed
his fingers out of my butt while my right hand grabbed his hard cock and
guided it to where his fingers just left some space.  I didn't give him a
chance to switch to teasing-mode and pushed backwards till I could not go
further.  I moved my ass till his cock rubbed my prostate full force.
Filip withdrew completely and his cock left a gaping hole that he
re-entered forcefully.  He did it several times in a row.  I urged him to
go on and on, harder and faster.  With each thrust he abused my joy-button
and without touching myself, I ejaculated so strongly that the shower wall
was coated with my sticky cream that smeared down.

	Even with the contraction of my ass-muscles, Filip hadn't cum yet.
He pounded my ass like a jack-hammer.  I moved forward till his cock left
my ass, turned around quickly and sank to my knees to welcome his hard-on
in my mouth.  I clenched my lips around his shaft and sucked like never
before, pulling on his balls.  Filip didn't go over the edge... he flew
over the edge, rewarding me with his juices that shot in my throat.  I
happily swallowed his load, keeping part of it in my mouth to share it with
Filip in another passionate kiss.  He cleaned my mouth out with his tongue.

	We dried each other off and dressed.  Flint was long gone to his
job, dropping Frederic off at his.  At the rehab center, Frederic was loved
by everybody, colleagues, bosses and patients and he was doing a great job.
Since Fabio had moved in with him and that they shared the rent, Frederic
could afford to follow some courses of psychology and obtained his title.
On the side, he found the time to follow another course of social worker
and all his hard work was rewarded when the sub-director of the center
retired and he was offered the job.  He was as proud as a peacock when he
told us the news, although he was a little hesitant about accepting it.  He
loved his job and knew that if he accepted the sub-director position, he
would have other responsibilities that would take him away from patients
and colleagues.  The salary raise was important.  Nonetheless he refused
the position.  An outsider got the job and nobody was really happy with the
new guy, who seemed to be quite arrogant and full of himself, bragging
about his university titles.  The general atmosphere at the center got bad.
As everybody was complaining, The manager had no choice to fire the guy and
so, the position was vacant again.

	The manager of the center called Frederic back in his office.
Frederic had clearly explained why he had refused in the first place and
after a long conversation they came to an agreement where he would do
half-time the job he was doing now, and half-time assuming the position of
sub-director.  That suited Frederic much more.  The manager was so happy
that he granted Frederic the same salary raise as if he assumed the job of
sub-director full time.

	One afternoon, Clara was called to Adam's school to meet the
principal.  She wondered what had happened as her kids had never caused any
problem.  The principal received her in his office.  One of Adam's (who was
12 now) classmates, had been bullying him about living in a house full of
"poofs" and then attacking him physically.  Adam had, according to some
witnesses, peacefully accepted the verbal abuse and even a few pushes form
his classmate.  As he tried to get away, he stumbled and fell.  He got
quickly on his feet again and that was the moment his classmate wanted to
punch him in the face while screaming he was a faggot.  Zach's self-defense
lesson kicked-in.  The bully was very soon out of order.  But... the
parents of the bully wanted to press charges and that was why Clara had
been called in the principal's office.

	-Mr Fenworth, Clara said clearing her throat, I want to make a few
things clear here.  First of all I live in a house with my three children.
The ground floor is occupied by a business that is indeed run by gay men,
and not "poofs" like you said.  These men teach my sons a lot about
respect, something that bully-boy seems to totally ignore and that is his
parent's fault.  If they can't instill respect to their own son, the
problem is their's and certainly not mine.  I know my son and you should
listen to the witnesses of the quarrel.  If you can't manage your own
personnel, being it teachers or taskmasters, then I would say you have a
problem as well.  So... I would appreciate it that you put your concerns
and complaints on paper.  I will then immediately give it my lawyer and sue
the bully, his parents and you Mr Fenworth, because it will tell me you are
not on the right place in this school.  Did I make myself clear ?

	The principal didn't utter a word.  Clara got up and at the door of
the office she repeated her request.

	-I'll be waiting for your written complaint Mr Fenworth.  Have a
good day and by the way... if I hear that my son has been boycotted in
anyway, I won't wait for your letter. I'll drag you in court as soon as
possible.

	When we heard her telling what had happened at the school, we
couldn't be more proud of her.  We knew Clara had character and personality
and she just proved it.  When Adam came home after school, she made him sit
down.  Filip and I were witness of the scene.  She told her son that she
had been called to the principal's office and that she heard what had
happened on the playground.  Adam was looking at the floor.

	-Adam, she said, look at me.

	He did.  He knew better than disobey his mother.

	-I heard you were pushed several times before you reacted.  I think
that is very brave of you and shows that you know what respect is even with
people who don't know what it is.  I've put the principal in his righteous
place and even threatened him.  I am very proud about your behavior Adam,
but I would appreciate it that when something like that happens, you come
and tell me immediately so that I can be prepared.  Do we agree ?

	Adam had a smile on his face and nodded that he had understood.

	-Now, I want you to tell me without delay if any of your teachers,
taskmasters or the principal himself say anything to you, push you
backwards or that you have the feeling they are boycotting you.  Is that
clear ?

	Adam nodded again.

	-How is your classmate now?

	-He came to school this morning with a serious black eye and I
heard that he even has a broken nose, but he is avoiding me and my other
classmates, except for a few friends of the bully, are all behind me.

	-Good !  Now you see why your grandfather wanted to teach you
self-defense, don't you?

	He nodded again.

	-Now... get over here and give me a hug.  I am so proud of you !

	Mother and son hugged.  Then she messed up his hair and sent him to
do his homework and keep an eye on his brothers.

	Filip and I were beaming of pride.  She had mastered the situation
perfectly.  She looked at us.

	-I think it is the best way to have my sons grow up and not be
afraid of telling my anything.  It is so important.  I have to thank the
three of you for teaching him what respect is and to show that he doesn't
have to accept whatever comes his way.  I know now that his grandfather''s
lessons have been very useful and that, even at 12 years old, my son knows
how to defend himself.  I hope that Mr Fenworth won't be that stupid to put
his complaints on paper, because I know Ralph will be more than interested
to do his job and have that stupid principal removed from where he is.

	To make a long story short, the principal was indeed THAT stupid
and Ralph was more than happy to take the case on and... won, of course.
Mr Fenworth disappeared from one day to the other and Ralph even sued the
parent's of the bully for moral damages.  They received a serious
admonishment from the judge who advised them to learn the significance of
the word "Respect".  Adam told us later that the bully had had to apologize
in front of the whole class, but he knew that guy didn't mean a word of his
apologies.  The whole thing had brought something very positive and that
was that once a week, in every classroom, some time was dedicated to
learning the concept of Respect.  The new principal wanted to have a school
with zero tolerance for bullying and all the teachers stood behind the
idea.  Clara was more than happy about it.

	The success of our company grew every day.  We were literally
submerged in work.  Fabio mentioned (not complaining) that as manager of
the studio, he didn't have time enough to do his job and organized the
schedules at well.  Filip and I were slowly getting behind with our
administrative work, too.  It was time to have someone more, a kind of
secretary or personal assistant to get all the work up to date.  We didn't
have to put an add in the papers.  It was sufficient to spread the word
among clients, providers and friends.  Soon enough we had a pile of
resumés.  We sat down at the table with everybody.  Frederic's
psychology degree came in quite useful.  We reduced all the candidates to
three people who, in our opinion, were the most suitable for the job and
invited them over for an interview.  We sat down again after the three
interviews, analyzing carefully their resumé and the recorded
conversation.  The voice of that person would be very important as he/she
would have to answer the phone as well.

	Our final choice fell on Candy, and African woman with great
personality and tremendous voice.  She came over for a final motivational
conversation where we made her an offer.  Candy was almost in tears of
happiness when she learned she was the elected person.  She got to our
hearts.  She was a single mother of a boy and when she mentioned she would
have restrictions in the hours work, we told her that she was welcome to
bring her son, Dorian, with her whenever the circumstances needed it.
Dorian had a similar age to Clara's boys and that was an advantage.

	Candy was a very well organized woman and in no time at all she was
the absolute leader of the studio.  She had authority, but knew her place.
On top of that she had an incredible memory and knew exactly each and
everyone's schedules.  She was very dedicated and more than once we had to
insist that she had to leave and go home.  If we didn't say anything, she
could easily be found at her desk around 7pm whereas she normally finished
around 5:30pm.

	Clara's boys kind of "adopted" Dorian immediately.  Raised by a
single mother, he was very well educated and polite and soon found his
place with his three white brothers.  It was a pleasure to see them
interact and play together.  We suspected Clara had lectured her boys on
the fact Dorian was black and remembered them what respect was.

	Candy and Clara soon became best friends.  They were both very
professional women and we felt fortunate to have them with us.  Their
contagious laughter was often heard in the two houses.  Thanks to Candy's
efficient work, the company ran like a well oiled machine.  We couldn't be
happier.  The steady flow of requests was, this time, limited to the jobs
we really wanted to do.  Yes, we had to refuse new clients.

	Fabio and Frederic looked so happy together !  With time they had
made the attic as their real home and didn't want anything more.  Clara was
a tremendous success with her audio-books for children and her three boys
were wonderful to have around.  They did well at school and the house next
door was often filled with a lot of children their age.  It seemed they
were quite popular.  We noticed that Freddy was quite a lot around Candy.
We obviously couldn't see her blush when he was around, but her general
attitude was different.  We wondered what would come out of that !

	Flint had, just like Frederic a few months previously, refused a
promotion.  He had the same philosophy as Frederic, meaning that he loved
what he was doing and didn't want to change a thing.  Filip was submerged
with work and even if he had a colleague that came three days a week to
help him, he still had to refuse some patients.

	And I...  I had abandoned most of the translation works as my voice
became my main source of income.  I was happy with my two husbands
(although not officially married).

	Life was beautiful and I couldn't thank the Universe enough for it.


The End.

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