Date: Fri, 01 Jul 2005 17:11:07 -0500
From: Mark Logan <mlogan6969@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Reunion Show - part 4

The Reunion Show -- part 4
By Mike Logan

If you're not 18 or older, blah, blah, blah; you shouldn't be here.

If you don't like these types of stories, blah, blah, blah; you shouldn't be
here.

I've written a couple of stories for nifty in the past, and this one is
also based in fact.  If you like it let me know.  Constructive criticisms
are welcome also at: mlogan6969@hotmail.com.

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After what seemed an eternity it stopped raining.  Not that I really cared.
It didn't take me long to warm back up once I got into the hot tub.  All of
us were yentering in the tub when someone brought up the other two girls,
Tracy and Samantha.  We all wondered when they were coming in.

"I think that they're coming in from out of town; maybe out of state.  I
can't remember" Jessica said.

"Do y'all keep in touch or something?" Charlie asked.

"No.  I just heard that they moved away some time ago."

"Hey Mike, isn't that shirt gettin' on your nerves in this tub?" Deanna
said, smiling.

"Not as much as you are" I replied and in an instant thought, 'oh shit, I
don't even know her, where'd that come from', so I just laughed real loud
and said "Just bustin' your balls.  Didn't mean to be rude; sometimes
smart-ass comments come out before I can stop them.  Don't take it
personally."

Deanna looked at me for a few seconds and said one word.  "Bitch."  We all
laughed at that and I mentally wiped the sweat off of my brow.  I have no
idea what made me say that.  I'm just an asshole, I guess.

"You know it really is getting on my nerves."  I felt kind of awkward and
was content to leaving my shirt on until ding dong said something.  I took
it off and sat back.  I guess I didn't have to be shy anymore since I was
no longer a bean pole.  I guess it's just something that you don't ever get
rid of.  Oh well.

"I think I'll do the same," Scott said, and he proceeded to take his shirt
off.  Oye vey!  I think that it's pretty clear by now that the feelings of
anger that I had toward him when I was younger were gone.  He seemed like a
really friendly guy and someone that I could easily slip into a comfortable
friendship with.  Top that off with the fact that I was attracted to him
and you have...well, I don't know what exactly you'd have.  But I was
definitely attracted to him.  I knew that I was going to have to keep my
lustful feelings in check.  I've learned from experience that lust can
sometimes get in the way of good clear thinking (ahem, ahem).

But then the shirt came off and all the good, clear thinking went out the
window.  He had a beautiful chest and was really quite toned.  You could
tell that he paid attention to his workout but he didn't look like a
'roid'.  And while he didn't have a 6-pack of abs (like my 10 pack) his
stomach was nice and flat.  All of that was covered with hair.  I think I
got farblondzhet (for those of you unfamiliar with yiddish terms, it's
pronounced "furblungit" and means "all mixed up" -- I love Yiddish
termonology!) looking at him.  I was dying to stare at him but, no-no-no,
Mikey's not out of the closet and we're on television.  Plus I didn't want
to embarrass him by drooling all over the place.  That would have been
messy of me.

"Hey, do any of y'all want to show me where the liquor is?  I'm not into
champaigne and I'd like to make a drink that I really dig."

"Hey, I'll show you," and Freddie got up out of the tub.  He and I went
downstairs and into the kitchen where there was a mini bar set up.  I
hadn't even seen it when I first arrived.

"So Mike, where are you living now?"

"I'm in Marietta.  How about you?"

"Vidalia."

"As in the onion, Vidalia?"

"That's it."

"Well what brought you to the booming metropolis of Vidalia, Georgia?" I
asked.

"Onions!"  He said laughing.  "My grandparents had a farm down there
forever.  My grandfather passed away when I was a sophomore at State so I
moved down there to help Grandma run everything.  When she passed away a
few years ago I decided that I really liked the small-town way of life and
country living, so now I'm an onion farmer."

"Well, you don't smell like onions" I said.

"Oh Vidalias are sweet."

"I know.  I was just making a goofy joke."  I-yi-yi.  Gotta get this one
trained.

"Ahh.  Well the drink glasses are in here" he said pointing out the cabinet
"utensils are in this drawer, and here's the liquor.  What are you going to
make?"

"It's called a week at the beach, and it'll really knock you on your ass.
Hey does this place have any tunes?"

"Yeah man check this out."

We walked over to the entertainment center that had a ton of equipment.
Big-screen t.v., DVD player, CD player, and some other things that I hadn't
a clue as to what they were.  Freddie turned on the stereo and some great
80's tunes were playing on Star 94.

"What's that?" I asked pointing to something that looked like a cd player.

"That's actually a cd burner."

"Burner.  You mean it smokes weed or somethin'?"  Ok, sometimes my humor is
stupid, even when I hear it out loud.

Freddie looked at me like the moron I was.  "No, you can actually make, or
burn, cd's of your own."

"No shit?"

"Yep.  I don't think that this one makes mp3's, but it'll make .wav files."

"What's the difference?  I'm a teacher; I'm poor so I can't afford these
kind of tricks."

"Well, basically an mp3 is a compressed version of a wav file.  When you
buy a cd the type of file you're listening to is called a wav file.  What
radio stations play now are mp3's because they are about one-tenth to
one-third the size of the original files.  If you go into a studio you'll
never find the old albums or even cd's like they used to play.  Everything
plays off of a computer."

"Well I'll be damned.  That's pretty cool.  But how do you even get an mp3
file?"

"Come here and I'll show you."

Around the side of the entertainment center was an area of cabinets that
opened up to reveal a computer that had internet access.

"Check this out" Freddie said as he got onto a webpage.  "This is a website
that allows you to share music with other people."

"Dude, I'm new to this whole internet thing."  And I was.  I had a computer
at home but it was basically used to keep track of grades and make lesson
plans.  My other time was spent managing my stable of man-whores.

Freddie went on to explain what eventually became the whole "Napster"
fiasco, before they were sued, and how someone could download music onto
their own computer.  Once it was on the computer they could transfer it to
a .wav file on the contraption over near the television which would put the
songs on a regular cd that you could listen to in any cd player.

"Well hellfire.  That's pretty cool!"  I said "So I could look for a song
here, download it to the computer and then burn it to a cd, that I could
turn around and listen to on my cd walkman?"

"Yep."

"Now how cool is that."  I looked at him for a second and said, "Not a lot
goes on down in Vidalia, does it."

He chuckled and said "Why?"

"Well, for an onion farmer you know a lot about electronics, and obviously
your time isn't taken up by a lot of social activity" I said dryly.  I was
joking with him and thankfully he picked upon it.

He laughed a bit at that.  "Actually I was going to college to become a
studio engineer, so a lot of that I picked up along the way.  I've always
been into music and hoped that I'd have my career in production someday.
You can learn a lot from music.  It always has something to say."  This
statement was to become sort of Freddie's motto in the apartment.

"Ah.  I see.  Well baby, I needs me a drank (yes, "drank" -- it's all part
of my goofy persona).  Go fetch me some orange juice and cranberry and
we'll all get drunker 'n cootie brown!"

I proceeded to whip up my specialty drink.  2 parts orange and cranberry
juice, 1 part vodka and 1 part peach schnapps.  Oh my!  I fixed a couple of
pitchers, Freddie grabbed some glasses and we headed upstairs.

"Alright y'all!  We got some drankin' to do!" I announced once we got to
the hot tub.  Deanna had snuggled up pretty close to Scott and was talking
in lower tones to him.
  "Well ain't you the comfy little ho!" I said to her laughing.

"I'm trying to be."  Scott started to look a little uncomfortable as she
laughed and smiled up at him.

I just rolled my eyes.  "Honey, you're gonna get that nasty women's disease
if you keep doin' like you're doin'."

Deanna out a huge laugh.  "Nasty women's disease!  What the hell's that?"

"Well, you can tell us in a few years" and I kicked water on her.  Everyone
laughed at that.  "Alright then, now for the drink of the day.  My mighty
concoction."

"Your going to give us your concoction?" Scott smiled.

I paused for a minute and said "Baby after a few of these you might even be
offering me yours!"  Again, laughter from the tub.  "That doesn't mean I'll
take it, mind you, but you still might be offering."  Yeah, right.  Gotta
keep that "straight" disguise going.  I guess one way to describe my sense
of humor is that if you took Carson and Thom from the show "Queer Eye" and
put them together you'd have my humor and delivery.

"So what's the drink, Mike?" Jessica asked.

"It's a Week At The Beach, aka Sex On The Beach."

"Funny, I've never had sex on the beach from a guy" Scott grinned.

"Well I'd have brought sand but didn't know which side your bread was
buttered on, stud."  He burst out laughing at that.  Oh, the joys of
flirting with straight guys.

The drinks were flowing quite well.  Everyone loved my "standard" as it
became known that day.  After a couple of drinks I was feeling quite
tingly!  The conversation changed from one thing to another.  We learned
about where each other was from, who was married, who was divorced.  Nobody
had children yet.  I guess as a kid it would have sucked to have your mom
or dad gone for 8 weeks, so I was glad for that.

"Hey, how did y'all find that secret door anyhow?" Scott asked.  "I was
only downstairs for a few minutes and y'all had all disappeared by the time
I came back up."

"Charlie was looking at some of the books on the shelf and went to take one
off."  Deanna said.  "He noticed that the shelves seemed to shake or rock
or whatever and that's when we discovered that it opened up."

"Cool.  Well that explains that.  I didn't even know that we were going to
have a hot tub or else I'd have brought my swim trunks."

"Same here" I said.  Now if he wanted to get nekkid that was fine with me,
but instead I just said, "Now don't y'all go getting' any ideas to get in
here in the buff.  We don't want to spread them nasty women's diseases
around."  They all laughed at that.

"Hey Logan, that sex was good enough to drink twice," Scott said.

"Baby, mine usually is," I said in a
mock-sultry-yes-I-really-meant-what-I-said-voice.  "Or in your case, four
times."

"Hey man I only had one."

"You had one big bullshit, because I saw you drink three."

"Damn.  I didn't think anyone was watching" he said smiling.

I had a good buzz going and knew I'd better get out of there quick before I
said something I shouldn't.  He locked eyes with me as I was getting up and
I almost fell over onto him but I steadied myself.

"Uh oh, looks like Logan needs a chaperone" Deanna said.

"Not from you, gal."  She flung water at me and laughed.

"Keep that up and I'll kick your ass" she said.

"Keep that up and we'll get along just fine, baby."  I replied.  You could
tell that this girl was sharp and she had a great wit about her.  I was
liking her more by the minute -- and by the drink too.

I got out of the hot tub, wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed the
now-empty pitchers and headed back down.  I was feeling somewhat tipsy and
it wasn't even dinner yet.  Oh well, screw it, I thought.  I got the liquor
bottles from the bar and set them on the island which overlooked the living
area.  I stood there looking out the window at the skyline.  What a great
skyline it was!  Is!  To the south is the Peachtree Plaza which is across
the street from what I always thought of as the temple building.  It's a
building a bit taller than the Plaza and had what looked like two temples
at the top, hence the name.  Duh.  Then heading up Peachtree Street was
another building by a locally-famous developer where the old St. Francis
Hotel used to be.  Then in mid- town you'd see the Southern Bell, the Bank
of America building and the IBM Tower (lovingly referred to by a friend of
mine as a gothic penis) as well as a few other mid-rise office buildings
and Colony Square.  Further north from that was the area known as Buckhead
where all the yuppies lived.  I loved my city.

Enough daydreaming.  I turned from the island to get the juices from the
fridge and before I could stop myself ran smack into wall...again...a Scott
Dell wall.  He was right behind me and when I turned I ended up with one
hand at his stomach and the other on a pec.  I almost messed in my pants.

"Whoa, sorry dude," I said.  "Didn't hear you come in" and I quickly took
my hands off of him.  I could love that kind of eternity, though.  Sheesh!

"I was just enjoying the view," he replied, smiling.

I turned back around and faced the windows.  "Isn't it awesome?"

"Oh, I thought it was terriffic."  Emphasis on the word "terriffic".

"Dude, you like those weeks at the beach don't you.  Pal, you've had almost
a month."  He laughed.  I was starting to pay more attention to his laugh.
It was really nice.  I'm sure my becoming buzzed had nothing to do with it
at all.

"Sex, Logan."

I turned and looked at him.  "Yes, I have it from time to time."  Oh
douchebag!  Mentally I rolled my eyes back in my head.  Sometimes I say the
stupidest friggin' things!

"Goofball.  I mean the drink.  I'd rather call it Sex On The Beach."

"Well, alrighty then" I stood back at the island and started mixing the
pitchers of drinks.

"That way when I say 'Logan, I want some sex' you'll know what I'm talking
about."

I shook my head and grinned.  "Hey Scottie, we're on t.v. remember?  Let's
not let all of our secrets out, k?"

He laughed out loud at that.  "Sorry man, I haven't eaten lunch yet and
I've had two of those things already."

"Three."

Smiling, "You don't miss anything do you."

I cut my eyes at his pecs and looked up real quickly.  Come on gay guys,
you know you do this too.  Try to steal glances even if the guy's looking
right at you.  And then you let your eyes wonder around a bit to try and
disguise the fact that you were just looking at his schwantz.  Of course
the drool hanging from your lip gives you away.

"I try not to miss a thing."  How flirty could I get here?  I'd have to
play it by ear.  "In that case," I continued," I'll have to make these a
little stronger."  I got a big grin from him on that one.  Perfect teeth.

Oye, this is going to be along 8 weeks!

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Ok y'all.  What do you think so far?

Let me know your thoughts, if you don't mind.  mlogan6969@hotmail.com

Mike.