Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 19:17:27 EST
From: Rob H <Trekker391@aol.com>
Subject: Collision Course with the BSB

This is my first attempt at writing a story like this so please bear with
me.  It's going to be a long one (no pun intended) with many parts.  The
story will start slow, but it will be worth the wait.  If you have any
comments, questions, or ideas, feel free to e-mail me at
<trekker391@aol.com> or <bstreetboy4evr@hotmail.com>.  Unfortunately, the
story is totally fiction.  I'm not trying to make any implications as to
the sexual orientations of any members of the Backstreet Boys, but if it
were true, I wouldn't mind them giving me their numbers.

Now for the legal mumbo jumbo.  This story is intended to be read by those
of legal age.  If you aren't, you shouldn't be here.not that that is gonna
change anything.  After all, your parents should have net nanny or what
ever the hell it's called.  So enjoy and as a final note, if Brian or Nick
are reading, I'm available.  Okay, on with the story.


		       Collision Course with the BSB

     I was looking forward to the trip my parents had planned for my sister
and I.  You know, when you live in NY, the winter months really seem to
drag you down.  There's nothing quite as depressing as trudging through the
slush filled streets of Manhattan.  I honestly can't stand the cold.  Give
me 70-degree weather year round and I am one happy camper.  That's why I
was jumping for joy when my parents surprised my sister and me with round
trip first class airline tickets to Orlando, Florida.  My parents arranged
a week and a half of vacation time so they could spend what they liked to
call quality time with my sister and I.  What surprised me even more than
the trip was the fact that both of my parents had managed to clear their
busy schedules for the week and a half that we would be there.

     Just so you can understand how strange it is for my parents to take
off of work, the last time they both took a vacation together, was when
they both said "I Do" twenty-two years ago.  You know, in some ways we both
thought that this trip was as much for them as it was for us.  They were
both married to their jobs.  The funny part of that was that they owned
their own company, so in reality, they were cheating on each other with the
same company.  Everyone always said that money couldn't buy happiness.  I
always disagreed with that thought, but I found out just how true it was.
It can help make things easier, but it can never buy happiness.  Just look
at my parents.  They were owners of one of the largest financial consulting
companies on the eastern seaboard, Foster and Robbins, Inc.  My mother even
used her maiden name for all business purposes.  In many ways, it was like
they weren't even married.  I think this trip was their last ditch attempt
at saving what was left of their marriage.

     I had just graduated from high school and I was getting ready to go to
college to study finance so I could "follow in my parents footsteps".  In
other words, become as miserable as the are.  My name is Rob Foster, I'm
18, and I'm gay.  I've been gay for as long as I can remember, but I've
only understood my true feelings for about three years now.  It's been
tough on me because I haven't been able to tell anyone how I feel.  The
only person who knows my deepest, darkest secret is my 21-year old sister
Jessica.  The funny thing was that I never told her anything.  One day, she
just walked into my room, sat down next to me on my bed, looked me straight
in the eyes, and dropped the bomb.  She said it like it was nothing.  "Rob,
you're gay, aren't you?"  I was so shocked that I just stared at her for
about five minutes until she told me that it was okay and she understood.
She said that she would always be there if I ever needed anyone to talk to.
I grabbed onto her for dear life and cried for at least an hour.  After
that, we became best friends.  I never understood how she knew, I was just
happy that I wasn't alone anymore.  We told each other everything.

     I've always been jealous of the guys in high school who had
girlfriends.  I was even more jealous of the ones who had boyfriends.  I
never had the courage to come out.  I was miserable and it showed.  I had a
few friends, but no one who I could really talk too.  I had one girlfriend
in my senior year, but it never really did anything for her or for me.  I
just could never feel anything more than friendship for her.  It wasn't t
as if I didn't have offers.  I was told that I was a good-looking guy.  I'm
6'01, 190lbs, and I try to keep myself in shape.  I play a lot of
basketball and I used to be on my high school swimming team.  Hell, I am in
amazing shape.  I have brown hair, cut somewhat like Nick's.  I have been
told that my best feature...that people can readily see, are my eyes.  I
have the deepest green eyes.  They look like perfect emeralds.

     We were going to be leaving as "one big happy family" the first
Saturday in June.  I had never gone to Orlando and I was dying to see all
of the sights.  My parents had arranged everything.  Three suites at
Disney's best resort, two rental cars, and all of the assorted tickets for
every attraction in Orlando.  They wanted this to be as fun for us as they
had hoped it would be for them.

     It was getting down to the wire, and our flight was leaving the next
morning at around 8AM.  I had been packed for two days already.  I had all
of the essentials.  My clothes, CD player, BSB CD, N'Sync CD, and anything
else I could fit into two large suitcases and one carry on.  I mean, we
were only going to be gone for a week and a half, so of course I had to
pack enough clothes for three weeks.  I couldn't sleep that night, so I
just tried to lay back and think about what I would see and if I might run
into anyone famous.  I looked up at my closet door and took a long look at
the BSB poster that was plastered to it.  Then I stared into the eyes of
the object of my fantasies, Nick Carter.  He was dressed in that black
turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up.  He looked so hot in that poster.  I
slowly began to rub my hands all over my body.  I imagined that it was Nick
who was making my feel so good.  I stripped out of my clothing as fast as I
could leaving just my CK boxer briefs on.  I slowly started to rub the
growing bulge that was forming in my underwear.  I pulled the waistband
down over my balls and let my hard cock slap against my stomach.  It left a
drop of pre-cum where it hit my smooth stomach.  I started to seriously
jerk-off thinking about what it would feel like to have Nick's lips around
my dick.  I played with my pubic hair thinking about what it would feel
like having Nick run his tongue through it.  I rubbed the circumcised head
smearing as much pre-cum around the shaft as I could.  I was getting really
close.  I let my free hand move down and start playing with my balls.  God
I was getting hot.  I looked up at the poster of Nick one last time and
lost it.  Just staring into that perfect face.  Looking into those perfect
blue eyes.  Even though it was only a poster, I felt like I was drowning in
the ocean within his eyes.  I felt that tingling feeling and I knew I had
passed the point of no return.  I gave in to the feeling and enjoyed every
wonderful moment of it.  It was a soul shattering orgasm.  The cum was
splattered all over my chest and stomach.  With a smile on my face, I
grabbed a sock and cleaned up the mess.  I turned off my bedroom light and
closed my eyes.  I drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep dreaming of the
man I loved.

     The next thing I know, I'm sitting on the plane next to my sister
looking out the window.  My parents were sitting in front of us arguing
like usual.  Actually, the liked to call it having an "adult discussion".
They were arguing just loud enough that we heard them, but not loud enough
to cause a scene.  Jessica just looked at me and cringed.  I laughed at her
and quietly said "Oh boy, this is gonna be so much fun!"  She laughed
half-heartedly and faced forward in her seat and picked up her magazine.  I
looked out the window and tried to make the best of it.

     "Good morning.  My name is Captain Douglas and I'd like to personally
welcome you on behalf of the flight crew and Trans Continental Airlines.
This is TCA flight 427, nonstop from NY JFK to Orlando International.  We
will be leaving NY at 8:05AM and arriving in Orlando at 10:38AM.  In
Orlando, it's currently sunny and a humid 82 degrees.  We have clear skies
from here to Orlando, so just sit back and enjoy the flight.  And once
again, thank you for flying Trans Continental Airlines."

     The flight attendant went through her spiel, told us about the seat
belts and all of that ridiculous garbage, and then we were off.  Now I've
flown quite a bit, but I've never liked take-offs.  I guess it must have
been the whole "break-neck" speed thing.  The plane lurched forward and I
felt as if I left my stomach back at the boarding gate.  I screwed my eyes
shut and held onto the armrests like they were the only thing keeping me in
the seat.  After the plane leveled off, I slowly opened my eyes and looked
around.  I wanted to assure myself that I was in fact still alive.  I
glanced at my sister and she just laughed and called me a baby.  Well, I
lived and we were on our way to Orlando.  I laid my head back on the seat,
shut my eyes, and tried to relax.  I slowly drifted off into a deep
peaceful sleep.

     Everything was dark.  "Where am I?"  I was standing...at least I think
I'm standing.  Why did I feel cold?  It felt like a breeze was blowing
through a window and gently brushing against my face and naked body.  Wait
a minute...did I just say naked body?  I felt my chest and shoulders.  No,
this can't be happening.  As my eyes became accustomed to the light in the
room, I realized that I was in a bedroom.  It was a huge room with a large
king size bed in the corner.  There was a large balcony in the opposite
corner of the bedroom.  It had two large doors leading out to a ledge.
There were flowing white curtains being blown about by the gentle breeze.
The moon was casting a gentle light through the curtains.

     I walked over to the balcony and looked out into the darkness.  I
again said in a gentle tone, "Where am I?"

     I felt two hands rest on my shoulders.  The person wrapped their arms
around my chest and gently laid their head on my shoulder.  The feeling of
their hair gently brushing against my shoulders and neck gave me goose
bumps.  It was the most erotic feeling that I had ever experienced.  I had
been somewhat cold, but now I felt as if nothing could harm me.  I was
wrapped up in this person's love.  As I sighed in total happiness, my
protector also sighed.

     "I don't know, what I did to make you cry, but I'll be there to make
you smile."

     I heard a gentle voice that I couldn't exactly place.  It sounded so
familiar but yet I still didn't know where I had heard it before.

     "I don't have a fancy car, to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles.

     I closed my eyes and just took in the entire experience.  I was slowly
turned around to face the person whom I had so fallen in love with.  I
didn't even know who it was, it just felt right.  It was the best feeling
that I had ever known in my 18 years of life.  If I had died there, I would
have died truly happy.  As I was gently turned around, I felt a light
breath on my face.  My knees began to buckle as I felt this person's lips
gently press against mine.  I opened my eyes and I was treated to the most
beautiful sight I had ever seen.  I was face to face with my dream.  I
realized then and there that I was in love with Nick Carter.  His hands
slowly made their way down my back until they brushed against the top of my
ass.  I shuddered at his touch.  I let my hands explore all over his body.
I needed to touch every part of him that I could reach.  Throughout all of
this, we were kissing passionately as if the world were coming to an end.

     He finally pushed my lips away from his and gently whispered in my ear
"Without you I don't think I can live.  I love you."  He pushed his lips
back up to mine forcibly and slid his tongue through my open mouth.  We
stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity until I gently pulled
away from him.

     I looked deep into his eyes and said "Nickolas Carter, I love you."

     He looked at me with a puzzled face "Huh?"

     "I said I love you"

     "Rob?"

     "Yeah"

     "Rob!  Wake up!"

     Everything went dark again as I felt someone shaking me.  I slowly
opened my eyes again and was startled to see my sister looking at me with a
sly smile.

     I was so annoyed.  I couldn't believe that she woke me up.  "What do
you want Jes?"

     "Oh nothing, I was just wondering why you were telling me you loved
me?"

     "What are you talking about?"

     "Oh nothing, but that must have been one hell of a dream."  She looked
at me with a sly smile and pointed in the general direction of my groin.  I
looked down to find a very large bulge and a slight wet spot in my blue
jeans.  I must have turned six shades of red and hid my face in my hands.

     She leaned closer to me and said, "Don't worry about it.  It must have
been some dream."  Then she threw me for a loop when she lowered her voice
even more and asked me, "So who's the lucky guy?"

     I had thought it wouldn't be possible for me to be any more
embarrassed.  I was wrong.  Jes just looked at my obvious discomfort and
gave me a gentle nudge in the ribs.

     "Hello everyone.  This is Captain Douglas again.  We will be beginning
our decent into Orlando in a few moments.  I have turned on the fasten
seatbelts signs and I would now ask that everyone return to their seats.  I
ask that everyone will remain in their seats until we reach the gate.  I
would like to take this time to thank everyone for flying Trans Continental
Airlines."

     The flight attendant came around making sure that everyone's seatbelts
were securely fastened and that their tray tables and seats were in the
upright position.  I was going nuts.  I couldn't wait to get to the hotel.
The plane finally touched down and everyone clapped for the perfect
landing.  It's funny.  At times like these, I wonder...what were we
supposed to do if the landing wasn't perfect.  Well, I guess what they say
is true.  Any landing that you can walk away from is perfect.  The plane
slowly taxied to the gate and we were allowed to exit the plane.

     We all got our bags, well all except my father.  One of his bags never
made it onto the flight.  Was he pissed!  If looks could kill, the TCA
baggage person would have been burnt to a crisp.  He still had one
suitcase, but all of his best clothes were still back in NY somewhere...he
hoped.

     "Margaret, I can't believe they lost my bag!  That bag had all of my
best suits in it.  What if they can't find it?"

     She looked at him and tried to smile.  "Come on Jim, don't worry about
it.  I'm sure they'll have your bag delivered to the hotel by tomorrow
morning.  I mean, it's only a two and a half-hour flight to Orlando.  The
airline said it will be on the 8PM flight."

     He looked at her doubtfully and sighed.  "Okay, I guess you're right.
There's nothing to worry about.  After all, I'm not going into a board
meeting.  I can do without my suits for a day or two."

     "That's the spirit.  We are going to have fun on this trip...even if
it kills us."  I had never seen my mother that determined before.  My
sister and I just grinned at her and she shyly smiled back at us.

     When we got to the car rental stand, my parents signed all of the
papers and took two sets of keys.  My father kept one, and he gave the
other to Jes.  "Hey, why does she get to drive?"

     "Because you have to be 21 to rent a car in Florida, that's why!" he
said, not even looking my way.

     I looked at my mother first, then at my father.  "But dad, what if I
want to go somewhere?  How am I gonna get around?"

     "You can take the Disney World transportation, or you can ask your
sister to drive you."  I was about to ask him something else but he just
stared at me through clenched teeth and said, "That's it, I don't want to
hear any more about this.  Is that understood."

     "Fine, it's just."

     "THAT'S ENOUGH!  Let's go and get the cars."  He just walked off with
my mom in tow.

     She looked back at me and whispered "I'll see what I can do."

     We got to the cars, and my mouth just dropped open.  "Navigators, you
rented Lincoln Navigators?"  I was amazed; he really did go all out.  These
were my favorite trucks.  They just look sooo amazing.  My parents bought
me one for my 18th birthday.  It was black with cool looking brush guards.

     "Come on Dad, can't I please drive it?  I'm more used to driving this
than any of you are!"

     My sister looked at my father and shook her head.  "Dad, I think this
time Rob is right.  I don't think I can drive this thing, it's a monster.
I'm used to my 3000 GT."

     My dad looked at her and said, "You drive it to the hotel.  I don't
want the rental people seeing him drive it.  I'll think about letting him
drive it later."

     With that said, my mom got into one with my father.  My sister just
frowned, got into the driver's seat, and prayed for the best.  I joked with
her about which pedal was the gas and which one was the break.  She just
looked at me, and told me to screw myself.  She gave me a scary, wicked
smile, and told me to hang on tight.  My father left the parking garage and
my sister put the truck in drive and slammed on the gas.  The car lurched
forward and just missed hitting another car by a few inches.  I screwed my
eyes shut and prayed for dear life.

     The next thing I knew, my sister was tapping me on the shoulder
telling me we were here.  I kept my eyes closed and asked "Are we dead?"

     She laughed that wicked laugh.  "I told you you'd be sorry one day!
Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad, was it?"

     "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!  I can't believe that you still have a
license!"

     "Young lady, what in the hell do you think you were doing on the way
over here?"  My dad screamed at Jes.  She looked like she had just been
caught in bed with her boyfriend.  My father then reached into her hands,
took the keys from her, and handed them to me.  "Okay, you win Rob.  You
can drive, but God help you if something happens.  I'm taking a big chance
letting you drive.  I'm not giving you too much responsibility, am I?"

     I tried to gather as much maturity as I could and gave my father a big
smile.  "Don't worry dad, I won't let you down."

     My sister just looked at me with anger in her eyes and started rubbing
her nose as if there were something on it.  I just laughed and stuck my
tongue out at her.  She playfully swatted me in the arm.  "Okay, you win
this one.  But I'll get you in the end.  Besides, I didn't want to drive
this big thing anyway!"

     The parking attendant took our keys and we checked into the hotel.  My
father and my mom had the largest of the three suites.  My father got the
keys and ID cards for the hotel and handed them out to us.  "Okay everyone,
lets get settled in our rooms then we'll all go out for lunch."

     We took the elevator to the 4th floor and all got out with our
luggage.  I looked at my key and saw that I was in suite 414.  My parents
were in suite 410 and Jessica was in suite 412.  My father stuck his head
out through the crack in the door and said, "Now remember guys, 15 minutes
to get settled in then we'll go out and get lunch in the park.  15 minutes,
that's 12:30, okay?"

     We both nodded our head and said in unison, "Okay dad, 12:30."

     I walked in and my mouth dropped to the floor.  It was huge!  There
was a large living room with a huge TV.  The bedroom had the best four
poster king-size bed I had ever seen.  The bathroom was amazing.  It had
what had to be a 4 person Jacuzzi and a huge shower that could probably
hold 5 people.  I don't even want to know what my parents paid per night
for these suites.

     <Ring, Ring, Ring> "Hello" I answered into the phone.

     "Rob honey, are you ready?  Your father and I need to see you and your
sister for a minute."

     "Sure mom.  I'll be right there.  Is anything wrong, you sound upset."

     "No, nothings wrong.  We just need to have a word with you and
Jessica."  Whenever my mom told me not to worry, that was usually when I
started to worry.  My instincts were hardly ever wrong and this time I had
a feeling that something was about to go down.

     I walked out of my door and as I passed Jessica's room, we almost
smashed into each other as she came out just as I was walking by.  "Rob,
what's going on?  Mom sounded a little upset."

     "I don't know Jes, but I was thinking the same thing."

     We walked to their door and knocked.  My mother opened the door and
told us to have a seat on the couch in the living room.  We both heard my
father talking on the phone.  It sounded like he was upset, but we couldn't
be sure.  He had the bedroom door closed and the TV was on in the living
room.  About 3 minutes later, my father walked out of the bedroom with a
frown on his face.  He looked at my mom and nodded.  She just shook her
head in disbelief and sat down on the couch across from our couch.  She
looked up at him again.  "It's that bad?"

     "Worse!"  They exchanged glances then he sat down next to mom.  Jes
and I went back and forth between looking at each other and looking at
them.  Finally I decided to break the silence.

     "Okay...who died?"  I tried to be as straightforward as possible.

     My father looked at my mom and nodded.  She looked at my sister and I,
and tried to prepare herself for the task ahead.  "No, it's nothing like
that son.  It's just...I don't exactly know how to say this."  She seemed
honestly distraught with what she had to tell us.  She looked back at my
father and he nodded again.  "Okay, here goes.  Your father and I got an
urgent message for Mike Jenkins."

     Jessica finally spoke up.  "Isn't Mr. Jenkins one of your employees?"

     "Yeah Jes.  Mike is mom and dad's chief financial officer.  What did
Mike want dad?"

     "Well son, I'm happy to see that you are finally starting to take an
interest in the company."  He stood up and looked at me with a weak smile
on his face.  He walked over to the window and just stared out of it.  "I
just hope there will be a company when you're ready to start working for
it."

     "Come on Jim, you're getting too worked up again.  We don't know how
bad it is yet.  We have to check on the damage before we jump to any
conclusions."

     "I know, I know." My dad turned and looked at her with hate in his
eyes.  "You know me, I'm just the one who always worries about everything.
If you had LISTENED to me in the FIRST PLACE and not INSISTED on this
STUPID TRIP, maybe we wouldn't BE in this POSITION."

     My mother looked at him with eyes as cold as steel.  "You know how
much this trip means to ALL of us.  This was going to be our first real
vacation.  We needed this for US, not just for the kids, but for US!"  My
mother was practically screaming.  "Jim, I've tried, GOD HELP ME I'VE
TRIED...It just seems like you don't care any more."  Now she began to cry.

     My father walked over to her and put his arm around her neck as he sat
down next to her.  "I'm sorry Marge, it's just that I'm worried about the
company.  Mike Jenkins is a good man and he wouldn't tell us to cut our
trip short unless it was really urgent.  I promise..."

     "WHAT DO YOU MEAN CUT THE TRIP SHORT!"  My sister and I just shouted
out in anger.  We looked at each other in horror.

     "I'm sorry guys, but there isn't much we can do about it.  It's out of
our hands.  We've got to get back to New York as soon as possible.  And
Marge, I know how much this trip means to US.  I promise you that I'll make
it up to you."  My mother just looked up at my father and gave him a weak
hug.

     "I'm sorry Jim...it's just that I really needed this break from work.
I'm going crazy."

     "And guys, I promise that I'll make it up to you also."

     "No thanks DAD, I've had ENOUGH of your PROMISES.  There are only SO
MANY TIMES I can BELIEVE them."  My sister walked out of the room with
tears streaming down her face.

     "Jes, wait."  My father pleaded with her.  She just stormed out of the
room and slammed my parents' door.  Then we heard her slam the door to her
room.  "I really am sorry son.  We wouldn't do this unless it really was
important.  Are you okay with this?"

     "Well, I'm not okay with it, but I guess I understand it.  What
happened with the company?  Is there anything I can do?"

     My father looked at me with pride in his eyes.  "I'm truly happy that
you are interested in the company, but right now we don't even know the
whole story.  That's why we have to get back as soon as possible.  Just go
back to your room and start getting ready to leave.  I'm going to arrange
the return flight now."

     I looked at my mother and father.  It seemed that they were upset, but
they would be all right.  I wasn't so sure about Jes though.  I gave them a
fake smile and walked out of their room.

     I knocked on Jessica's door.  She didn't answer so I knocked again.
This time she screamed for whomever it was to leave her alone.  "Come on
Jes, it's me...open up."

     About 30 seconds later, the door opened and Jes stood there looking
like her world had come to an end.  "Rob, I really needed this vacation.  I
don't think Mom and Dad are going to make it much longer.  They needed this
trip to patch things up.  And we needed this trip to forget about all of
their problems."

     We both sat down on her bed as she started to cry again.  She leaned
against my chest as she slowly cried herself to sleep.  We must have been
like that for over half an hour until the phone in my room began to ring.
It rang about 8 times before it stopped.  Then the phone in Jessica's room
began to ring.  She slowly came out of her deep sleep as I picked up the
phone.

     <Ring, Ring, Ring> "Hello"

     "Hi, son, it's me.  Your mom and I would like you and Jessica to come
to our room.  It's really important."

     "Dad, I don't think Jessica is really in any mood to talk.  She is
really upset.  I think we'd rather just get ready to go and meet you when
we're ready to leave for the airport."

     "Son, your mother and I really need to talk to the both of you.  It's
about the vacation.  Please come to our room as soon as possible.  It
really is important."

     "Okay dad, we'll be right over."  Throughout the conversation, Jessica
just kept watching my facial expressions for any hint at what was said
during the conversation.

     Jessica looked at me with concern.  "What was that all about?"

     "I don't know yet.  They just want us over there to talk about the
vacation.  I just hope we won't be in the line of fire."  I looked at
Jessica and tried to give her a weak smile.  She just looked at me, rubbed
her eyes, and started to laugh.

     We both got up and walked towards her door.  As I turned the doorknob,
she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug.  "Thanks bro."

     "For what, I didn't do anything?"

     She looked at me, smiled, and gave me another hug.  "Thank you for
being there when I needed you."

     "No problem sis, you're there when I need you.  Okay," I laughed, " we
better head over there before there's any bloodshed."

     She grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.  "Okay, let's get this
over with."

     We walked down the hall to our parents' room.  I knocked on my
parents' door and my mom opened it.  She looked like she had been crying.
"Mom, is everything okay?"

     She just nodded and told us to come in.  My father was sitting on one
of the couches in the living room.  He pointed to the other couch telling
us to have a seat.  Mom joined him on his couch and they just looked at
each other to make sure that they really wanted to do what they were about
to do.  For two people who really didn't seem to get along, they were both
totally tuned into each other.  They had this ability to almost read each
other's minds.  Call it ESP, what ever it was, sometimes it scared the hell
out of my sister and I.

     "Your mom and I have been talking about the vacation.  We've come to a
very difficult decision.  You guys are old enough to take care of
yourselves, so we've decided to let you both stay in Orlando and finish up
the vacation without us."

     Mom just smiled at Jes and me and patted my father on the knee.  "We
feel terrible at having to ruin your vacation also just because we have
problems at the office.  Our work problems have already affected your lives
far too often."

     "You're kidding right?"  That was all I could get out because Jes just
jumped up and ran to both of my parents and gave them each a big hug.

     My father smiled and rubbed my sister on the head.  "You know Marge, I
don't know how to take this.  Is she happy because the vacation is still on
or is she happy because we won't be with them anymore?"

     "Oh dad, you know that I'll miss you and mom...sort of."

     My father gave Jes a soft spank on the ass.  "Don't be a smart-ass."
He laughed, "Okay, now we have to get down to the serious stuff.  Will you
guys be okay without us?"

     I smiled and said, "Yeah dad, I think we'll manage."

     "Oh great, now I have two smart-asses in the family."

     "Well Jim, you know where both of them get it from, don't you?"  She
just laughed and smiled as she said that.

     With that, we all had a good and much needed laugh.  They told us that
they would be leaving on the 4:40PM flight back to New York.  They went
over all of the important stuff and told us that they were giving us an
awful lot of responsibility.  They canceled their suite, but they let us
keep both of the Navigators for the full week and a half.  They made sure
we had more than enough cash and that we had our credit cards just in case.
My mom gave Jes her cell phone to use in case of an emergency.  After all
of that was taken care of, my parents loaded their luggage into "my"
Navigator and we were off to the airport.  I was sure to be at my best
behavior while driving to the airport.  I didn't want my parents to have
any doubts about this now.  When they were safely on the plane headed back
to NY, that would be fine, but not now.

     We parked in the short-term lot and unloaded the luggage.  We walked
over to the TCA check-in desk and my parents checked their luggage with the
attendant.  We decided to have lunch in the airport while waiting for their
flight.  They still had a little over two hours, so we decided to stop and
grab a bite for lunch.  It was quick, but very awkward.  Our parents were
still uncertain whether this was a good idea.  We had never been in Orlando
before, but we were old enough to take care of ourselves.

     After lunch, we walked over to the gate to see them off.

     "Okay guys, you're sure you don't need anything else?

     "Dad!  We have credit cards, a cell phone, and enough cash to buy a
small island!" my sister joked with my father.

     "I'll take some more cash if you don't mind," I joked.

     "I'm sure you will, but I think your sisters right.  You have enough.
If there are any problems, call and I can wire some cash down to you guys."

     "Sure dad, no problem."  I said.

     "At this time, we will now begin boarding TCA flight 735 non-stop to
NY JFK.  Would those people seated in rows 1-11 please approach the gate.
Again, we are boarding rows 1-11 of TCA flight 735.  If you are seated in
these rows, please approach the gate.  Thank you."

     "Okay guys, you have to board the plane now.  Don't worry, we'll be
fine."  My sister tried to put on her most positive face.

     "All right guys, I guess you'll be fine.  I mean, it's only for a week
and a half, right?"

     "Dad, we are only a two and a half hour flight away from NY.  Don't
worry about it."  I tried to convince my father that we would be fine.

     "All right," he just shook his head in disbelief, "we'll see you guys
in a week and a half.  Now have fun, but not too much fun."

     We all said our good-bye's and we watched them board their plane.  We
walked back towards the tram that would take us to the central terminal.
As we passed a section of gates, we heard tremendous screaming.  People
were trying to push past the gate attendant.  My sister and I looked at
each other and laughed.

     "It's amazing what some people will do for an autograph."  She
laughed.  "I wonder who it is?"

     "Don't even think about it Jes.  Besides, we don't have enough cash to
bail you out of jail for assaulting a celebrity."

     She elbowed me in the ribs and laughed.  "I'm not that bad.  I'd just
want an autograph.  Okay, you're right, let's get to the car."

     We finally made our way to the Navigator and we hoped in.  We drove
past the terminal to try and take a short-cut back onto the parkway.  As we
were going past the main terminal entrance, a large black limo came
barreling out of the one-way entrance.  "ROB, WATCH OUT!"  I didn't even
have a chance to hit the brakes.  I heard Jes scream, then the limo crashed
into the front passenger side of my truck.  I checked Jes to see that she
was okay then got out to make sure everyone in the limo was all right.

     The front-end of the Navigator was smashed.  That was nothing compared
to the damage done to the limo.  I saw the driver door and front passenger
doors fly open.  The limo driver looked a little banged up, but no worse
for the wear.  The passenger jumped out so I assumed he was fine.  He ran
to the back door and opened it up to check on the other passengers.  "Yeah,
they're all okay.  Just a little shaken up, that's all."

     I walked over to the driver.  "Is everyone all right?"

     "Yeah, we're all okay.  How about you guys?"

     "Yes.  We are okay.  Now, for the big question.  WHY THE HELL WERE YOU
DRIVING SO FAST COMING OUT OF A ONE-WAY STR..."

     I stopped mid-sentence when I saw HIM get out of the back.  I was
expecting some snob who hired a limo from the airport.  What I wasn't
expecting was Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys.  My jaw dropped and I
just sat there stuttering and staring.  I knew that this was about to get
very interesting...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Words that cut like a knife.  I hate those words so I'll try and get the
next segment out within the week.  Like I said, this story is gonna be a
long one so I wanted to build up the main characters first.  I know there
wasn't a lot of sex in this one, but I'll make up for it later.  Okay,
okay...there wasn't any sex in this one aside from a fairly erotic dream.
If you want to see anything specific in the next story e-mail me or forever
hold your peace.