Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 23:59:18 -0500
From: B. A. Ratzlaff <Curator@babykake-usa.com>
Subject: Adult Friends, Independence Day, Chapter 8 corrected
Chapter 8
As the evening began, Doreen sat in her room as she was waiting for her
Gynecologist to return from an emergency. Sitting and contemplating the
events of the last week, her break-up with Paul, the attack an subsequent
shooting of Carlos, but more importantly the loss of one of her babies.
Could it be that the pregnancy was by Carlos and not Paul? Doreen took
great care in standing and paced the room. "I have to know the truth."
Doreen mumbled to herself, "if I did kill the babies father, how am I ever
gonna tell the child about their daddy?" Doreen became overwrought with
grief, "Oh my baby!" as she slumped to the floor and started to cry, holding
her stomach in a vain attempt to calm herself and try ineffectively to
justify what all she had done. She stopped crying and looks up to the
window as if she heard a voice of instructions, "Yes, I know what I have to
do." Carefully she grabs the bed to assist her standing, picks up the phone
and sit's on the bed. "Before I do anything, I must make a complete apology
to those who deserve it." Dialing she hears a knock at the door, "come in."
Dr Anita Yuri her gynecologist enters, Her dark Indian complexion stands
out in contrast to her White Hospital Coat. "Doreen," Dr. Yuri exclaims,
"I ordered you to bed and to stay there, you aren't out of danger with that
other baby, you still could loose that one too." Dr. Yuri takes the phone
out of Doreen's hand and helps her in lying back down. "Now stay there you
silly woman," a look of confusion comes over the Dr.'s face, "what were you
doing out of bed anyway?"
Doreen's eye's well up with tears, "Oh, Anita, I need to talk to you,
will this be confidential?"
"Of course you silly girl," Dr. Yuri pulls up the chair to sit next to
the bed, grabs Doreen's hand and sits down. "Now then, you just tell me
what is troubling you so?"
"There are many things Anita, but first, we need to do a blood test."
Doreen takes hold of Dr. Yuri's hand with both of her hands, looking down at
her lap, like a little girl who has been caught doing something wrong, "I
need to know who is the father of the unborn baby?" With her lower lip
quivering looking up at Anita, tears running down her cheek, "I need to know
if the Father of this baby is Paul,... or Carlos!" Doreen burst's into
tears as she covers her face with her hands and starts to cry.
Dr, Yuri sit's up on the bed, wrapping her arms around Doreen,
stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. Rocking her back and fourth like
a little child in a rocking chair trying to comfort the troubled soul of her
patient, "There, there, hush my child, shshshsh....." Dr. Yuri try's to
comfort her and starts humming some ancient Hindu lullaby.
* * * * * *
Driving in and out of traffic, Bill tries to keep the conversation
going, but Ike is just too nervous. Staring out of the window, trying to
keep from crying, he holds his side with a twinge of pain.
"Getting sore again hun?" Bill ask's Ike with quick glances to his
lover pulling his eyes off the road.
"I'll be O.K., just a twinge," Ike reassures Bill. With complete and
total anxiety, "Aren't we almost there yet?"
"Just relax my sweet's," Bill pats his lovers thigh, "we are just about
there." Bill hears the pain in his lovers voice and starts driving a bit
faster than he was. He can't help but wonder what tonight would bring, will
the boys be understanding to Ike's needs? Will they be willing to give some
help if it comes to that? Or would it end in disaster, and then have to
face the possible loss of his life time mate? Bill now feels the anxiety
that Ike is feeling, reaches over and grabs his lovers hand and squeezes.
Turning the corner to the street approaching the boy's house, looking over
to Ike, "We're almost there sweet heart."
* * * * * *
Paul looks on as Tom is running around the house trying to get
everything ready for their dinner guest's who will be arriving shortly. Tom
is wearing a pair of nylon running shorts and low cut tank top. Paul can
hardly contain his excitement as Tom scurries around the house. Leaning
over the coffee table the nylon shorts creep into the crack of his ass, with
a view of pubic hair sticking out from underneath the sewn in brief. Paul
can't take it anymore and creeps up behind his lover, kneel's down to his
knee's, carefully grabbing the waistband of the briefs, with one extremely
quick motion yanks Tom's shorts down and plunges his face into the crack of
his lovers ass.
"OH!!!" Tom screams with glee, "Oh STOP! STOP!! STOP!!!" He squirms and
screams in pleasure, "Oh God we don't have time for this now, oh God stop,
please stop!" Paul doesn't care, he can't get enough of his lovers hole.
With Tom's arms grabbing the coffee table for support, Paul reaches around
and pushes Tom's erection down between his legs and starts licking from the
head of the dick into the hole and then returning to the hardened helmet of
Tom's manhood. Paul hear's Tom panting with extreme excitement, and knows
it isn't going to be long before he receives his reward. Paul reaches up
and tweaks Tom's nipple causing a tremor of pleasure to race through his
body. "Oh SHIT!!!" Tom screams as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure
sweeps through his body. Tremor after tremor quake through Tom's muscular
frame as Paul continues the attentive tonguing, lapping up as much of Tom's
orgasm as he can.
"Now I know for sure Tom is Ike's Son!" Bill announces.
Both boy's freeze in place except with there heads turning
simultaneously to look at the direction of the voice, Tom's face covered in
blissfulness from the orgasm and shock from the unexpected interruption, and
Paul's face covered with Tom's unclaimed orgasm, the two boys are greeted by
the appearance of Ike and Bill standing in the doorway!
"Sorry, we heard someone scream "oh shit" and thought that something was
wrong." Ike tries to justify the invasion of privacy.
Bill gleams while looking at his lover Ike, "Like father like Son." As
Ike reaches down the back of his lovers pants. With that, laughter fills
the room.
* * * * * *
After 15 minutes of uncontrollable sobbing Doreen finally slows down and
sit's up out of Dr. Yuri's comforting embrace, wiping her face with a
tissue, she takes a drink of water and looks into Dr. Yuri's eye's. There
is something there that she never noticed before, it wasn't the dark color
or her almond shaped eye's but something that told Doreen that she could
trust Anita with anything private.
"It all started about eight week's ago," Doreen sniffles, "Paul and I
had a terrible fight and we broke up. I thought he would come back that
night after he had calmed down, but he didn't. The next day, nothing. He
didn't come by or call. I was willing to do anything to make sure that Paul
would come back to me. I called around to some friends and tried to get a
girls night out started, but nobody was home. So I decide to go out by
myself. I went in and put on a pair of fishnet hose, my leather miniskirt
and a silk blouse, slipped into my stiletto heels. When passing the mirror
in the bathroom, I stopped and looked at my reflection and said, "'if I
can't get lucky wearing this, I'll become a Nun."' I was dressed up like a
high class whore, and willing to get laid for free."
"I drove around for hours, depressed, lonely, and getting drunk off the
bottle of Tequila I had in the car.
All I could think about was getting Paul back. After about three hours of
driving I was stopped at a light, I noticed this little bar covered in
stucco, kinda run down and a little seedy looking. But my God Anita, there
was this man standing outside the building, dark skinned Mexican, damn he
had a fantastic body." Doreen leans back remembering the event with a bit
of excitement.
"He was wearing a skin tight T-shirt and a pair of denim jeans that
looked as if they were spray painted on. Being stopped at the long light, I
had a chance to scope him out, from the glow of the street light, I could
easily see the outline of the guy's meat, he had to have literally shoved it
down the pant leg of those tight jeans. I looked him over and the light
changed, in a fleeting chance I pulled the car around the corner against the
traffic, my hormones had taken over, I screeched to a stop in front of this
guy. Damn he was even better built up close. He sauntered over to car,
and leaned into the open window on the passenger side, I could see his
flaccid meat almost twitching with excitement."
"He introduced himself as Carlos. I asked him where does a good looking
woman have to go for a good drink around here. So... he took me into the
bar."
"That place was gross. Oh god, Anita there was a foul smell filtering
in from somewhere in the back of the building. A mixture of odors that was
so horrid, it almost made me puke. I walked up to the bar, noticing all the
old decrepit men staring at me with there tongues waging and their eye's
bulging out. I ordered a shot of Tequila and downed it with no facial
expression. Looked at Carlos' face full of shock and excitement, ordered
two more shots, downed them, looked back at Carlos and said, `"Your place or
Mine stud?"'
"We left the bar with all the Mexican's screaming out there cat calls of
excitement. I was very glad to get out of there. We got into the car and
Carlos was all over me with one hand into the front of my blouse and the
other up my skirt, I pushed him away and said "'hey relax stud, tonight you
are gonna have the thrill of a lifetime, but lets get to my place first."'
Looking across the street I realized that I was not in a good part of town,
three wino's were asleep in the doorway, a fight had broke out down the
street and a gun was fired. I spun the car around screeching the tires
again and got the hell out of there." Sitting in the closeness of the car I
could smell that Carlos didn't have a very good personal hygiene practice,
hell Anita, he stunk like he hadn't bathed in a week. I decide when I got
home that we would take a shower together, at least he would be clean. In
the shower I noticed more than a dozen scars from knives and possible gun
shots. I knew I had to go threw with it, or he would have beaten the hell
out of me, or worse."
"After we got done, I told him that this was only a one night stand, and
that it didn't mean anything. He said he understood but I wasn't paying too
much attention to him, I guess he was looking at my picture on the dresser
that I gave to Paul and had written "'To Paul, with my undying love." I
called him a cab, paid for it and he was gone. I didn't hear from him again
until yesterday afternoon. He called me, I could tell he was drunk, and
said he would be over shortly, I told him I was on my way out the door, but
he ordered me to be waiting for him if I knew what was good for me. He also
threatened to tell "the Gringo Paul" about us. I was so scared. When he
finally got there, I thought I would get him drinking some more and maybe he
would pass out. I thought that once he had passed out, I'd call the police
and report him as a burglar. I leaned over to get some Tequila out of the
bar, that's when he...." Doreen starts to cry again.
"That's O.K. Doreen," Dr. Yuri comforts her, "you don't have to
continue."
"No! Damn it! I do," Doreen exclaims, "He did actually rape me. I
was so scared, he was threatening me and telling me that I really enjoyed it
like this, I didn't even really know what I was doing until I heard a gun
shot, then noticed that I was holding the pistol I store in the bar."
"Looking back at this whole experience, I have to ask myself if it was
love, or domination of Paul that got me in this mess. I guess I really
didn't love him, and I really don't love him now, but I was so scared of
being alone that I figured if I was pregnant, he would come back to me. We
did get back together a week later, but it just wasn't the same as it was
before the fight."
"Well, Doreen," Anita starts after a bit of silence, "Seems to me that
there are several things you need to do, but first, you need to rest and
tomorrow we will see about the test you asked about."
"Oh no, Anita," Doreen stops her Dr., "right now I have to call and make
an apology to Paul and to his friend Tom for being such a bitch to them both
earlier this morning." Doreen starts to cry again. "Please Anita, stay
with me as I call them?"
"O.K. Doreen," Anita says, "lets make the call."
* * * * *
Sitting around the Dinning room table the four men still laughing at the
entrance of Ike and Bill. The mood was jolly and relaxed, full of
camaraderie and glee. Tom's face still shown a bit of embracement for the
event, but he was able to join in with the laughter.
"I must say," Bill begins, "I know what it feels like but if we were
ever caught like that I don't know if I could show my face to the one's who
caught us doing it?" The room fills with laughter.
"Well," Tom starts, "maybe one day you will know what it feel's like!"
The three men burst into laughter as Ike's face gets a bit sheepish as he
imagined being caught with his pants down and his lovers face buried inside.
"Let's move into the living room," Tom say's as he gets up from the
table.
"Ah yes," Ike says as he give's his son a tender pat on the face, "the
scene of the proverbial crime." Laughter again fills the room. Entering
the living room the phone rings.
"I'll get it." Tom says giggling as he walks over and pick's up the
phone. "Hello." Suddenly his face is serious, Paul walks over to Tom and
puts his arm around his free arm.
"Who is it?" Paul whispers.
Everyone is attentive to the one sided conversation, All anyone can hear
from the call is Tom saying, "yea, uh-huh, uh-huh, well... thank you, just
a minute I'll ask." Tom takes the phone away from his ear, covers the mouth
piece of the phone and with total shock in his face looking at Tom, "You
won't believe who is on the phone."
"Who?" Toml is filled with curiosity over Paul's cryptic attitude.
"It's Doreen," Tom said, "and she just apologized to me for the way she
acted this morning, and want's to talk to you too!"
Paul takes the phone from Tom's hand, "Hello," all eye's are glued to
Tom on the phone. "What! Are you feeling alright lady? Are you sure?
O.K. yeah I can be there tomorrow, what time? Eleven o'clock in the
morning, well, Paul will be at work, but I can make it, is that O.K?
Alright, see you then, and thanks Dor, I know it took alot to do this, Good
Night." Tom hangs up the phone with a look of total disbelief on his face.
"She say's she has something to tell us both and she wants us to be at the
Hospital tomorrow at Eleven o'clock." Looking over at Paul, "can you miss
another morning of work?"
"Oh gee," Paul says sarcastically, "I don't know, after all, I am a
boss." Paul gooses Tom in the ass as Bill and Ike revel in the younger mens
affection to each other.
"Well guys," Paul starts, "how `bout a drink, anybody interested?"
"I'll just have some coffee." Ike said, looking over to his lover and
smiling to each other.
"Me too." Bill says with a smile to his lover.
"So who is Doreen?" Bill asks, "not that it is any of my business."
Ike gives his lover an elbow to the side. "Now settle down old man, you're
as curious as I am." Looking onto the younger men, "That is the plague of
the old queens, gossip and spying on young lovers having sex!" Raucous
laughter breaks out in the house.
"That's O.K. Ike," Paul say's, "Doreen is my ex-fiance. She is in the
hospital, pregnant, and recovering from being raped yesterday. Now, she
confesses that the baby may not be mine after all." Tom looks over to his
lover with a look of surprise on his face.
"You're kidding!" Tom screams, "she actually said that to you?"
"Yes she did. And now," Paul continues, "we need to decide if we are
serious about adopting the baby even if it isn't mine but it turns out to be
Carlos' child."
Completely relaxed in the atmosphere of the evening, Bill squeals with
queenly glee, "Oh! This sounds like the beginning of a juicy soap opera!"
"Oh Bill!" Ike says with total disgust on his comment.
Smirking slyly with Paul standing in front of him with a serving tray of
cups filled with Coffee. As he reaches for his cup he feels the
unmistakable twinge of pain emanating from his side, reaching for a cup,
his hand starts to shake, grabbing his side, loosing control of his cup,
dropping it on the floor, doubling over in pain, collapsing onto the coffee
table with Bill screaming in horror, as the coffee table breaks under the
weight of Ike falling onto it. Bill kneeling over Ike with Tom and Paul
standing over them in total disbelief.
Bill looks up and screams at them, "Would one of you mind calling a
fucking Ambulance!!!"
* * * * *
With the unmistakeable sound of the sirens roaring Ike can hear the
muffled sounds of Bill sobbing. "Oh God, Please don't let him die!" Bill
prays amidst sobs. Ike musters up enough strength to squeeze Bill's hand
and slowly drifts off into unconsciousness.