Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 17:20:15 -0500
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ ?TWiSTs oF FATe!? 06

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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `TWiSTs oF FATe!' 06

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

^o^

Jay had to admit to himself it was kind of boring being in a hospital
bed. He thought of using the alert button, but knew eventually Chris would
come back to him. After all, it had been a whole ten minutes since he last
saw Chris and was really lonely.

With nothing much to do except stare at the ocean, something grabs Jay's
attention, a school of surfers. For certain, even though they could any
age, little dots riding waves, one stood out, him saying, "Jesse?"

Putting one and one together, he thinks he and Jared's good friend, Jesse
Spenser... "What an asshole, that Jesse is!"

Jared, who had returned to the hospital, on account of Joseph getting a
very important phone call, stood in the perimeter of the door to Jay's
room, his jaw dropped open, softly calling, "Ja-a-a-ay!"

"What, Jare?" Jay turns back around, discovering the reason why his back
has plummeted to the bed! Now it wasn't a dream, nor an apparition, but
real, tangible, something Jay could bank his money on, "Did you see that,
Jare? Did ya? Did ya?"

Walking over to the bed, Jared was in as much shock as his brother, "I
saw... I saw!"

However, when Jay dared himself again, to crawl on his side, "It's gone!
But I did it. You saw, didn't you?"

"I did," Jared replies. His main concern was Jay and feelings reeling from
being positioned on one elbow, lying on his side, something he could not
possibly do for over a year. To comfort him, Jared tries, "There's got to a
medically logical reason why sometimes you can do it and sometimes not."

Right off Jay's lips, he says, "Go get Chris. He can explain."

"I will, but don't get in a tiff about it if he can't."

"I know," Jay tells Jared as he rushes away to fetch the doc.

Twice Jay tried sitting up on his side, each time noticing Jesse out on the
waves, but right now, what Jesse did to Chris wasn't his main
objective. Getting to lying on his side and staying there was more to his
immediate advantage.

Since Joseph and Jared never made it to the restaurant, they stopped by the
Weiner Shack and picked up something light. At the time, Jesse Spenser was
headed to the beach with his surfboard. Purposely Jared had mentioned Jay
in the hospital, a non-life-threatening visit and if he could, swing his
surfboard by, where he would be in direct view of the hospital window.

Having met a few high-schoolers, Jesse took to giving them a few
pointers. Unless there was a hurricane lurking in the vicinity, the waves
weren't as turbulent as the West coast, it to Jesse's advantage to give out
some tips.

"Is this right?" Jesse looks towards one of the high schoolers, his
attention fixed on the smooth, light-brown-haired beauty, flawlessly taking
on a small wave.

"As right as right can be," Jesse smiles.

As cute as cute can be, Jesse just breathed in more than salty air,
watching that fine, muscled bod on top of the board, cave in, the golden
tanned back replacing the beautiful front view.

Coming right by Jesse, the high school graduate steadies himself in the
water, not without a flaw, falling towards Jesse!

"Careful!" Jesse says to him.

Staggered position, Jesse's legs splayed, the kid had almost capsized, if
it hadn't been for a thigh to hang onto.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" he bobs back up.

Smiling, Jesse replies, "Oh well. Accidents do happen!"

"Next time I'll have to be more observant of the waves!"

Without speaking it, Jesse thinks, `Not on my account!'

Instead, he asks, "I haven't seen you and your friends," whom had taken
off, "around here before."

Saddled on their boards, "Most of us are from the Hamptons. We're taking
advantage of our last few days before starting summer jobs. Those of us who
have to work!"

Not really wanting a lull to exist, Jesse provokes, "As?"

"Caddy at the golf course. I don't really have to work, but my old man said
it would be good experience getting out in the world be fore I go off to
college in the fall."

"We all need to start someplace," Jesse tells him.

"Right, but I was looking forward to something a little more adventurous,
like sailing the coast of Africa," he laughs.

Plans for `Warrior One', one of Jared & Jay's ventures, opening in a week
or so, Jesse in charge, he didn't want an opportunity to go to waste, "Or,
you could come work for me?"

First things first, he says, "You don't even know my name?"

"What's your name?"

"Tim Wolver, and you?"

"Jesse Spenser."

Smiling, Tim says, "I know you."

Playing naive, Jesse says, "You do?"

"2013 ISA World Longboard championships? World masters superboard
championships in Montanita, Equador? Whether you know it or not, probably
not, Jesse, I've been stalking you and look! I'm on a board, in the ocean
at Fire Island, talking with you about surfing. Unbelievable!"

One word stood out. Getting comfy on his board, Jesse crosses his arms in
front of him, asking, "Stalking me, have you?"

Even though he was more so, Tim says, "You're my idol!" he flashes a
beautiful smile.

Now, for certain, Jesse didn't want this moment to end. Glancing towards
the shore, he spots the Weiner Shack, "Well, I've really worked up an
appetite. Want to join me for a dog?"

"Sure. I could go for one," Tim replies, thinking he could go for more than
that!

"Last one to shore has to pay!" Jesse takes off.

At first, upon seeing Jesse's photos 2 months ago, he had drooled over
seeing him on the board, but closeups really got his attention. More than
pinning up some pictures in his room, Tim sat his computer, lusting after
pictures of Jesse in his skimpy speedo. Hand down his pants, he dreamed of
what it would be like getting up close to Jesse, man to man.

Right now his mind wasn't on this, but beating the bill for 2 dogs and
bottles of water!

Closer to shore, Jesse kept an eye, looking under his soggy armpit. He knew
how to fake it, so fake it he did, allowing Tim to break even, neck and
neck. Ready to dismount, Tim stops dead in the water.

"What's up with that?" Jesse asks.

"You," Tim replies.

"What about me?"

"Championship surfer can't beat out a small town surf bum?"

It wasn't any secret Jesse was gay, but wasn't known as the `gay
surfer'. It went along as `so what?', but there were always some who
surprised him, like a magazine reporter who once said, if Jesse slept with
him, he could be featured on the cover. He wound up in the pool, Jesse
walking away. With Tim, he might know the truth, but regardless, he was
being too cute, to at least not take a stab at it, "Maybe it's because I
think you're too damn cute!"

Tim was stunned, watching Jesse paddle away with both hands in the
water. He kept vigilant, until Jesse entered to zone whereas he had to jump
off his board. Talk about `beautiful', Jesse, with a arm holding his board
to his side, the bod, speedo, all painted such a beautiful landscape.

Then the clincher, Jesse giving it one last try, waving an arm to `come
on.' Thinking to himself, if he's blown it, he'll still offer Tim the
job. When Tim catches up, which is a sight to behold from his vantage
point, Jesse tells, "I'm sorry for saying what I said, but the job still
stands..." gulping, "If you want it?"

Both, to let Jesse off the hook and display his own feelings, Tim replies,
"I was stalking you because I know you're gay!"

The corners of Jesse's mouth crinkle up, "C'mon. Let's get some dogs. My
treat!"

That's how Tim got his job teaching surfing at `Warrior One', over a dog
and sitting for hours talking with Jesse. From the Weiner Hut, they stowed
their boards at Jesse's friends pad.

Tim made a call to his buds to leave for home without him.

"Trusting, leaving your friends to spend time with a 32-year old man?"

Tim replies, "I thought you were 33?"

"July 5," Jesse says."

Walking, Tim stops dead in his tracks, "No way!"

"Don't tell me it's the same day?"

"Okay, I won't. It's the next day," Tim replies.

"Close enough," Jesse says, offering, "we'll have to celebrate together!"

Tim asks, "That is if I make a good impression. You said you have to just
run it by your boss. Who's your boss?"

"Boss-es, but don't worry about it. I have a lot of clout with them. I've
known Jay and Jared for a long, long time. They're like brothers," Jesse
says, stopping in front of `The Flake House.'

"I guess that helps. What's this?" he sees the `CLOSED' sign, but people
moving around inside.

Knocking on the door, Jared says, "The new `Warrior One', in progress."

Coming to the door, Francois Stuckert, who had left his job at HOODWINK'd,
shows up, letting them in, "We're made a great deal of progress, Jesse."
His eyes were not on Jesse!

"Franc, this is Tim. I've just hired our first surf instructor," Jared
breezes past him.

Well, Franc, director with no said responsibilities, was a little perturbed
Jesse hadn't checked with him, but he wasn't too bent out of shape,
checking out the new surfing instructor, in fact being cordial, "Welcome
aboard young fellow!"

"Thanks," Tim replies, smiling back at the bald, goatee sporting director,
adding, "nice chain," regarding the silver-looking chain around Franc's
neck, which really looked like it belonged on a dog!

"Thank you. A present from a former boyfriend. So, what's your credentials
like?"

Jesse steps in for him, "Tim surfs," he takes Tim under his wing to show
around.

Leaving Franc to himself, he says, "Tim surfs. That's just great!" However,
he was cutting Jesse some slack. Lots of slack, because Tim, for all cared
could surf the internet and qualify. Though, he knew Jay and Jared put lots
of faith in Jesse, so he went about his business not worrying about it. At
least there would be some nice eyecandy around this summer!

Back at the hospital, Jay had tried forcing himself into a semi-lounging
position, to get a better view of whom Jesse was with, soon was out of
view.

Into view, Jared returns with Chris, "So, I hear you're ready to get up and
do some jumping jacks?"

"Oh Chris," Jay laments, "I wish that was true."

Out of the blue Chris says, "Ready for an MRI?"

"I thought I had to wait till tomorrow?"

"Only patients have to wait," Chris replies.

The whole time, Jared is taking it all in, how Jay is not just another
ordinary patient to Chris. Yet, he hopes his brother is not getting any
ideas, considering how, over the past few days, he has fallen madly in love
with almost every guy he's met!

"Really? I'm more than a patient to you?"

`Bingo!' Jared thinks on it! Yet, he wasn't going to say anything, which
would just wind up as an altercation.

Tied up at the hospital all day, Jared did his work through his people in
the field.

Tom Gerardi, Jared's manager at J&J's main store had been temporarily
borrowed, but decided to take on the full time position of running the
store. Of course, Jared had stipulated `Jay' managed the store, but Jay had
no experience in handling the type of volume of business they expected over
the next few months. In fact, Jay hadn't any retail experience whatsoever,
so Tom was key man on the totem pole.

When he called, Tom was conferring with Karl Loft over placement of
fixtures. Head of security at the main store, Karl had been a fixture
himself, there since the grand opening. All it took was one hint to Jared,
for Karl to secure a position of security chief of both Topher's and
Warrior One on the island. At 41-years old, he thought it a good move for
himself, as he worked himself into retirement over the next couple of
decades.

He was really pulling Tom's chain, telling him to stand somewhere in the
store and pretend he was stealing merchandise.

"Like, I've never done that before!" Tom protested.

Karl claims, "But you've seen me bring in people from the main store. Just
act like them."

At 37-years old, Tom wasn't like some of the college or high school aged
kids, mostly that age range, stealing stuff. Usually it was something
related to fishing, which the perpetrator claimed wasn't worth the
price. Tom remembers hearing Karl bust one college dude, saying now the
lure was costing him a trip to jail!

However, toying with Karl, Tom does remember one dude, which prompts him to
lift his tee shirt up, over his head.

Karl steps in, "Not that I don't mind, but what are you doing, Tom?"

Tom responds, "Two years ago... you forgot?"

Karl searches his brain!

"The two college guys who thought they were smarter than you, you had them
strip off their shirts and underneath they had belts around their stomachs
and chest, plenty of fishing equipment attached?"

"Oh-h-h-h-h yeah," Karl slips, "they sure were hot... I mean they really
tried to rip us off, big time!"

Agreeing, Tom says, "Yeah, they were hot all right!"

Looking upon Tom, not that Karl hasn't seen the moss on his chest and strip
down the middle, says, "I think I better take you in the back and frisk
you!"

Unlike Warrior One, much prep had been done at Topher's. It's the reason
the Topher crew was over at Warrior One, packing up remnants of `The Flake
House'. Sold, lock, stock and barrel, Jared really got a bargain, with
being able to use some of the inventory at Topher's. Therefore, it left a
skeleton crew behind, namely, Tom and Karl.

Not at all bashful, Tom allowed Karl, once he was stripped down, sit him in
a chair and cuff his hands behind the back.

"So, what happens when I don't confess?" Tom instigates thought.

Casually, Karl, whom has stripped down as well, says, "Work you over, of
course!" he sits down on Tom's knees.

Arms going on either side of Tom's head, Karl's lips fall right onto Tom's.

It didn't take much playfulness for Karl to slip down Tom's legs. Like he's
done it before, along the way he sucks a nip, licks along Tom's chiseled
abs and then pushes the knees he just sat on, apart.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-yeah! Torture me!" Tom coos when he feels wet warmth envelope
his cock!

Carrying on for quite some time, Karl places Tom's balls on his palm and
slowly devours each. Then, minutes later, he's standing, coaxing Tom to
open his mouth.

Sweet torture, Karl takes the brunt of the punishment, Tom's curved lips
working his tool of mass malice.

As it comes out, Tom gets fucked first. Karl had lost the key to the cuffs,
but being in fit condition, Tom steps through, bringing his hands in front
of him. For certain he wasn't going to allow Karl have the last fuck!

With swift response, Jay was in and out of the imagining center in no time
flat. However, getting the results he was quite impetuous. Rolling him out
of the center, he was already on Chris, "When are you going to get the
results?"

"As soon as I can," Chris says, looking upside at Jay, taking the
responsibility of carting him back to his room.

Chris did communicate Jay seemed a little dehydrated, so a nurse
accompanied them, holding `the bag', "Dr. Duffy is a smart man. You listen
to what he prescribes and you'll be out of here in no time."

Jay couldn't hold back any longer, asking, "You like like someone I know?"

Holding out his hand, he introduces himself, "Barry Walsh," adding, "My
brother, Kevin, works at your store. I bet you think I'm him?"

"I knew it!" Jay exclaims, yet calmly says, "You guys look identical."

"Um, might be because we're twins?" Barry replies.

Chris and Barry both knew the story, of the third Walsh, triplet, but
didn't make mention of his deadly accident on purpose, Chris alluding to,
"Barry is are `sometimes' extra nurse."

"Oh? How does that go?" Jay asks, studying Barry as he explained himself.

The Walsh's didn't really need to work at all, employment a choice for
them, finding their jobs, Barry in nursing, Kevin department head at J&J,
rewarding careers. Their third sibling, John, had an unfortunate twist of
fate, rock climbing. Part of the inheritance from their family fortune was
given to the hospital on the island for people such as Jay or those with
disabilities far worse.

"Let's just say I'm available when others are not," Barry says.

Jay loved how he looked, rounded face, short-cropped brown hair, stache and
beard kept close to the face. He didn't think it lame until after saying
it, "You hold the bag really good. Thanks!"

Barry and Chris exchange glances, Barry taking it on the cuff, "Thanks very
much. I appreciate it."

The two getting Jay settled back in his room, he couldn't help wonder how
far it went, whereas twins resembled each other. Jay knew what Kevin Walsh
looked like, clothed and with shirt stripped.

Back when the `rents were alive, their father always held a party for upper
management. After a twist of fate, them being taken from Jay and his
brother, it was years before another summer party was held, which happened
to be the summer Jared took over the business. Wes Bentley, attorney to his
father, made sure the business kept going, turning it over to Jared when he
graduated from college. Even before that though, Wes had bent the rules
regarding Jared's succession as the chief over everything and when it
officially became official, he stepped right in.

It was two years ago this summer he had seen the head of department
managers, Kevin Walsh, sunning at the beach, the party held at their beach
home estate. Jay licked his lips, thinking if Barry looked exactly like his
twin...

"Ready for the ole heave-ho?" Barry interrupted.

Though, Jay looked to Chris, who said, "Back to bed?"

Preparing himself, Jay says, "Okay, but just tell me how this is going to
go?"

"Well," Barry answers, "since we already know you didn't suffer any
fractures or other bone-breakers, why don't you put your arm around my neck
and I'll take it from there?"

Jay loved it! His secret crush on Kevin Walsh, from that summer on the
beach, seeing those muscled pecs, slightly haired, dotted with perky nips,
he was going to `touch'... well, not Kevin, but Barry was a fine
substitute!

"That's it. Take your time," Barry coaxed Jay, taking more of the burden,
lifting Jay up in front of him, like he was as light as a feather. Then,
"Okay, you can let go!"

He didn't mean it, letting go, his hand sweeping the side of Barry's neck,
fingers slipping down his shoulder, right inside his nurse's shirt!

"Oopsie there, Jay!" Barry said, but didn't do anything.

Lifting his hand out, Jay could swear he felt something in his crotch, the
back of his hand grazing one of those perky nips Kevin wore on his chest!

Knowing the same, because Barry got a zinger out of it as well, "No
problem," he uses a hand to rub the same chest Jay touched!

"Are we done playing show and tell?" Chris asks.

Barry said he had to go.

"You can hang if you want?" Chris told him, but realizes Barry's
predicament, taking Jay's chart and holding it in front of himself.

"Uh, I'll check back later." About the chart, "I'll leave this in the door
for you."

After he leaves, Jay says, "I wouldn't mention this, but for a reason, when
my hand accidentally fell inside Barry's shirt, I..."

"Was it an accident?" Chris giggles.

Right now he dropped Barry, saying, "Y'know, I have it in mind to put my
hands right down your shirt and I wouldn't be a bit sorry?"

"In college I used to have a handle for picking up guys, `Use me4Ur
Pleasure,'" Barry says, putting one elbow on the other side of Jay's bod
and leaning across him, which brought his chest aligned with Jay's chest.

"You didn't have your picture posted?"

"Shirtless and headless."

"And did you get `used'?"

"Sometimes, when I played the bottom guy, other times I could fuck a guy
till the cows came home!"

"They call it versatile, moron!"

"Now, why didn't I think of that?" Chris replies, just sitting there and
staying put.

Looking down his own shirt and then at Jay, Jay gets to thinking, "So, you
want me to use your bod for my pleasure?"

"How about later. Oh, by the way, a little inside information, you can
really go home..."

"Oh cool! Really? That would be great!" Jay say, elated.

"Except, you're brother wants me to keep you here. Y'see, when you peed, it
went right through the rug and into the flooring. From there it ran on the
underside of the floorboards and into the diningroom, which proceeded to
soak into that rug."

"Really? I didn't think I peed that much?"

"Trust me. I'm a doctor. I know these things. Pee travels fast."

"Okay, I believe ya!" Jay says, laughing.

"As a result, they had to tear up the rug and flooring in your bedroom and
the diningroom. It's a fuckin' mess, so Jared says for me to keep you busy
until tomorrow, maybe the next day."

"Keep me busy," Jay thinks on it, "but he did say in the hospital?"

Chris might've been a smart doctor, but realized he had amended Jared's
statement, "Now wait a minute... As I recall, he did say keep you busy, but
he didn't say in the hospital."

"Jare assumed it probably. He always treats me like a baby. Get me signed
out of here, Chris?"

Chris was about to say something, Eric walking in, "I'm here to give you
another song. How about a Jason Rakei tune?"

"Who?" Jay asks.

"Okay, never mind. How about Fleetwood Mac?"

Chris says, "Put your guitar away, Eric. Jay is checking out and you're
going to help!"

"No problemo," Eric says, switching his guitar to wearing it on his back.

"No, Eric. `Away' away?"

"Oh, `that' away."

Giggling, as Eric leaves, Jay says, "I like Eric."

"Yeah, well never mention that in front of him or you'll never get rid of
him!"

"Like, you never got rid of him?"

Chris stops a minute to say, "I like Eric very much, love him as a friend
and that's it, okay? For future reference!"

"Okay," Jay replies, "I'll never mention him again."

Which would be tough, being Eric was right outside the door, reentering,
"Okay! Here I am! All ready for someone to use me for their pleasure!"

Jay could not help but laugh his ass off, "May I please, Eric?!"

It was dead giveaway, showing Jay that Eric knew, Chris saying, "He already
knows, Eric."

"Oh!" Eric exclaims. Without knowing how far Chris has explained, "Then you
know of all the outlandish things we've done?"

Getting serious, Chris states, "Um, we didn't get that far into, Eric, you
moron!"

"Oh!" Eric slaps a hand over his own mouth.

Humored by the two, Jay says, "That's okay guys. If it's anything like my
friend Jake and I got ourselves into, don't worry about how weird things
can get."

"Really?" Eric then looks at this as opportunity knocking!

Knocking him down, Chris says, "Don't get Eric's hopes up Jay?"

"Oh. Did I say something wrong?"

"No. It's just that Eric here will use whatever you say to turn things
around and use it for his own pleasure!"

"Oh really?" Eric turns the tables on Chris, backing the doctor up against
the bed Jay lay on, "What about your insistence about being tied down and
having your little nippies stimulated by that first year med student?"

Entertained, to say the least, Jay wondered how far Eric would go, "I'd
like to hear about it sometime, on account of... `my' nippies are kind of
sensitive too!"

Eric turns on Jay, sweeping to Chris' side, "Is that right?"

Chris reaches out and grabs Eric's wrists, before doing any tweaking, "Not
right now, Eric?"

The very thought put a smile on Jay's lips, but not for the reason of Eric
going for his chest, "I think I felt something Chris!"

"Osmosis?" Eric inquires, making like he is pinching, but in midair.

"It's not about you, stoopid!" Chris awards the guitar player.

"Bummer!" Eric says. "I thought maybe I had a gift I didn't know about," he
still pressed fingers and thumbs together, but then gave up.

"Wouldn't this be a good time to exam me, while I'm feeling it, Chris?"

"Not in front of Eric. It would just make him too damn horny!"

"Really," Eric replies, "I don't mind. You do what you have to do Chris. I
can leave?"

Regardless, Jay could see, Eric holding the side of a lip with his teeth,
he wanted to be witness, "I think it would be fun seeing Eric get
hard. Maybe it will make me too!"

"Both of you are hopeless," Chris awards them. "Doesn't matter. I need to
wait for the results of your MRI. We don't want any unnecessary movement,
in case somethings amiss with your skeletal structure."

However, there was nothing prohibitive about Jay and Eric convincing Chris
that he could be checked out of the hospital.

Unknown to Jay, Jared had conversed extensively with Chris, instructing him
to keep Jay away from the house. While uncovering the rug in Jay's room and
realizing the extent of piss damage, into the dining room, it was also
discovered there was a crack in the flooring underneath.

Calling in the architects from the designers of the newest J&J location, Mc
Seain & McElroy, Johnston and Patrick, respectively, they decided the best
thing to do would be a total check of the house.

While Jared followed Johnston and Patrick around, Pete ducked out to shop
for some supplies to whip up some dinner.

Deciding on Ali's Market, because it was closer than the Westside
marketplace, Pete changed up the menu from Italian, to Asian, with more
produce conducive to that cuisine.

Picking out some mushrooms, he accidentally elbows another patron, "Oh. I'm
so sorry!"

"It is not a problem."

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, a bit prejudiced because the dude was
Asian, regardless, Pete says, "I originally was going to cook up some
Italian food, but changed over to Asian."

Martin Yan very well knew the implication, but cracks a little smile,
knowing he's just been served with a pick up line, saying, "Well, you know
I'm Asian and I cook Asian food all the time?"

Realizing his blunder, Pete makes a dumb inquiry, "You're Asian? I never
would have guessed!"

Not really minding, Martin thinking the chance meeting, the guy kind of
hot, "You don't really look Italian!"

"More mutt than anything else," Pete responds. "As far as being a chef, I
go by the cookbook. When I do a recipe enough times then I wing it."

Now who was picking up who, the 28-year old chef saying, "I work over at
Tam's Asian Encounter, if you need any tips?"

"You're a chef?" Pete inquiries, his face lighting up. It wasn't only the
revelation, but also that this dude was allowing him to hold the
conversation and not walking away.

"I would like to say so, except after buying out Tam's right before the
summer has started, it's been tough changing over from fast food to `finer'
food."

"Yes. People can be that way, but if you're a good chef, you should be able
to convert the public regardless," Pete says, dining on the deep set eyes,
tiny stache and every other part of Martin which has made him adorable
looking.

Being drawn to him, Martin says, "Well, I could drop by your place later on
and give you some pointers?"

Caught up in the moment and based on his past, boring life, Pete has
forgotten about part of the equation of his happy life, doting out a
single, "Oh."

"You changed your mind? You're back to Italian?" Martin felt rejected.

"No, it's not that, it's..." Up until now, Pete hasn't given out his
name. Though the two already seemed to establish a man-to-man conversation,
based on them sharing the same lifestyle, without coming out and saying it,
Pete feels obligated, "I should have said something. First, my name's Pete
Jardine and secondly, I'm seeing a guy."

To hide his feelings, plus humor himself, Martin states, "You think I'm
gay?"

"Oh shit! You're not?"

It's then Martin shed light on the subject, "Pete, is it? Fits you. I've
always wanted to meet a cute gay guy named Pete," he holds out his hand.

Looking down at Martin's hand, Pete takes it, shakes it, saying, "You gave
me quite a stir there, Martin!"

"I could imagine," Martin replies, with a sexually seductive retort, "I'm
feeling quite a stir right now!"

It was confirmed, Martin dropping by the beach house around 6pm, when his
night chef arrives. Whether it was Italian, Asian or Pete's boyfriend, he
was looking for some haute cuisine!

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