Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2002 16:07:03 -0500
From: Gary <gary_q@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Swings 04

England Swings
By Gary_Q
Gary_Q@hotmail.com

The below story is a work of fiction, none of the events described
happened, nor do any of the characters exist.  This story contains erotic
and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting males, both adult and
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			       Chapter Four

     He slipped my blazer off then his.  I reached up to loosen my tie, but
he pulled me against him before I could, pulling my mouth to his with one
hand as he cupped my butt with the other, pushing my groin against his
thigh.  I felt my boyhood throb as we kissed and he began shifting his
tight body, rubbing his hot shaft against his stomach as mine slid back and
forth on his leg.  After two or three minutes of probing each other's
mouths with our tongues, he slid his lips away from mine onto my neck.
     "Turn around," he whispered, placing his hands on my hips.  "Be
still," he added as he pulled my back onto his stomach and chest.  He
quickly pulled my tie from around my neck and unbuttoned my shirt with one
hand, holding my waist with the other.  When he reached inside my open
shirt and began running his fingers over my nipple I closed my eyes and
groaned softly.
     "Oh, dude," I whined.  "Oh God that feels goo. . ." I gasped before I
could finish as I realized he had already loosened my belt, and was opening
the fly of my shorts.  First with one hand, then with both he made several
attempts to slip my shorts down without success before giving up and
pushing his fingers inside my briefs.  My eyes bugged so hard I though they
were going to pop out of their sockets when he grasp my boyhood and nut
sack, slipping my briefs under them.  "Oh God," I groaned as he began
running one finger up and down its length.
     I barely noticed him slipping my shirt off my shoulders.  He gently
turned me around, and guided me to sit down, then lay back on his bed.
"Yes, finally I can have you," he whispered as he knelt between my legs.  I
felt the breath being robbed from my lungs, and thought I was going to
faint when he began licking my little nut sack, then slowly played his
tongue up the bottom of my dick.
     As he took my four inches into his mouth and sealed his lips around
it, my back stiffened and I let out a loud groan as I pushed the back of my
head against the mattress.  Instinctively I began humping my hips when he
started sliding his mouth up and down my dick, sucking harder and harder
with each stroke.  Soon it felt like a fire was starting to burn between my
legs, which quickly spread into my groin as I humped his mouth faster and
faster.
     "Oh, oh, ohhhhh," I moaned.  Almost instantly a hot flash blasted into
my balls, then through my dick.  "Oh God!" I softly cried as three or four
blasts followed.
     We both remained motionless for a minute or so after he let my shaft
fall out of his mouth. "You can shoot!" he said, his face against my thigh.
"You shot a couple of little drops, but you did!  Hey, you taste good!"
All I muster was a soft moan as a response.
     He gave my nut sack another lick before standing up.  "We gotta get
dressed, my sister's going to be home soon," he said.  When I moaned again
and didn't move he reached down and gently pulled me into a sitting
position.  "I love you dude," he said before giving me a long kiss.
     I was still pretty well in a haze as Eric dressed me back into my
school uniform, I didn't even notice he had changed out of his into a pair
of gym shorts and muscle shirt, along with putting his headgear on, until
he began rubbing lotion on my legs and ran his fingers under the hem of my
shorts.
     "Are you okay, little buddy?" he said as he handed me my blazer.  I
just nodded and followed him downstairs.
     Elaine met us almost as we opened the door, headgear tray in hand.
"I've fresh cookies for you, may I serve them in the kitchen or in your
bedroom?" she asked.  It took a second for me to realize what she was
asking, but I asked if we could eat in my room.  I was equally surprised
when she took my book bag from me, disappearing toward my bedroom.
     I began putting my headger on as Eric and I started to follow her.
"Hi Tiger!" my dad called out as we walked past the entrance to the den.
"Come here guys, how was your first day of school?"
     Eric was in front of me as we turned into the den, and stopped so
suddenly I ran into his back when he saw the Ambassador sitting next to my
dad.  I blushed a little when dad kissed my forehead, but started giving
him a quick overview of my day.  He took a sip of his Martini and
interrupted me, pulling me next to him.  "Go pour this garbage out, and
make us some decent drinks, " he whispered.  I gave him a slight grin as I
accepted his glass, and picked up the one sitting in front of the
Ambassador.
     Eric followed me behind the bar and watched as I made the drinks.  He
gasp loudly when I slipped dad's fresh drink under my facebow and took a
sip.  "You are totally nuts!" he said softly.  At first he pulled away when
I held the other drink out to him, but after a second or so giggled and
took a sip.  "If I keep hanging around you you're going to get me killed!"
he added.
     After a little digging I found the only pair of actual gym shorts I
owned, and changed out of my uniform.  "You look better in the football
pants," Eric said as he looked me over.  "Well, you looked better still in
my room a few minutes ago," he snickered, brushing his hand over my butt.
I giggled and, after looking at his flat, bare stomach grabbed a sleeveless
shirt out of my closet, and a pair of scissors from my desk.  I laid the
shirt on my bed and started to cut the shirt tail off when he stopped me.
"No, babe, put it on," he instructed, taking the scissors from me.  I held
my arms out while he cut the shirt away about an inch below my nipples.
"Yeah," he exclaimed, stroking my stomach.
     After we ate the last of our cookies we grabbed my soccer ball and
went outside.  Stan and a couple other boys were playing in front of Stan's
house and we joined them.  We had played for an hour or so when Smyth
walked up to us after she came out of the embassy building.  She called
Eric and I over, informing us she had scheduled an orthodontist appointment
for me on Wednesday, that she set it up at the same time Eric and his
sister were to go.  "Whatever, at least we get to go together," I commented
after she went into her house.
     "Hey, we can take your car!" he responded.
     "Hey dude, I don't let just anyone ride in MY Jaguar," I teased.
"Well, maybe you can earn a ride," I added licking my lips as I looked down
at his groin.  All too soon everyone's parents started calling their kids
to eat supper, and I went back to my house.
     School was fairly routine the next day.  At Eric's suggestion I went
to the school office and asked to change my schedule so he and I had PE
together.  They said it had to be approved by the `Head' but it would
happen by the end of the week.  As I left the office I digested their
statement, an image of Cox's bald head formed in my mind.  I began giggling
as I thought, Wow, if only it had a pee slit on top t would be perfect one!
     I had just caught up with Eric, walking with Raul and Stan, when an
almost foghorn voice called out from behind us, "You, boy!  Richardson,
isn't it?"  We turned around as a very snobbish looking man walked toward
us, wearing a turn of the century era three piece suit and the dumbest
looking bow tie I think I had ever seen.  I followed everyone's lead and
stood in almost military attention as he walked to us.
     "Are you Richardson?  Thee Doctor Brian Richardson's child?"  When I
said I was he continued, "Your father is as gifted an author as he is a
brilliant statesman, I have read all four of his books.  His proactive
approach toward Anglo-Anglican Pecuniary-Cultural diplomacy is
earthshaking, I am sure her Majesty the Queen is exhilarated by his arrival
in our country, and entry into her exalted service."
     What?  I thought.  I had read about four paragraphs of one of Dad's
books before it put me to sleep, and could only pronounce about four word
in them, including works like `the' and `further'.  I understood
about the same amount of what this guy had just said.  What the fuck did
this old buzzard say, angle who?  I wondered.  "Ah, yes sir, Doctor
Richardson is my dad sir." I answered.
     "Well, move along lads, promptness is next to Godliness, report for
your next lessons,"
     Wow, it was nice to meet you too!  You are soooo neat to talk to, what
the fuck did you say!  I thought.  I joined my friends in a respectful Yes
Sir as we shuffled away.  "Tell the Queen my Pop said hi!" I snickered as
we started toward our next class.  "Who was that, what the fuck was that?"
I asked Eric.
     Everyone started laughing, then giggling as we started walking.
"You're fucking nuts!" Eric whispered.
     We ate lunch with Anton an Moe, and I got a little teasing for
watching all the boy butt floating around the lunch room, but noticed they
were taking in a few sights too.  Thankfully the afternoon passed quickly,
and we were back on the bus for home.
     When we got back to the compound, we were a little disappointed when
Eric's mom was standing in front of her duplex, talking to another lady.
Eric went inside to change and I walked on to my house.  "Where's Eric?"
Elaine asked as she handed me my headgear.  "I thought you two were
inseparable!" I think she was relieved when I told her he would be coming
soon.
     I all but ripped my uniform off, my neck threatening to revolt from
being imprisoned in a tie all day for two days now.  I opened my drawer
find a pair of shorts to wear and noticed the rugby shorts Eric and loaned
me Sunday, now freshly washed.  I started to set them out so I could give
them back, but after thinking about it for a second, climbed into them.  I
was rubbing my boyhood, enjoying how the fabric lightly pushed on my
package and thinking about how hot Eric looked when he wore his, when the
doorbell rang.
       A few seconds later came a knock on my bedroom door.  "Master Brian,
Master Eric is calling, may I show him into the sitting room?" Elaine
announced though the still closed door.  We gotta stop this shit, this lady
cant be for real, did she train Mary Poppins or what! I thought as I opened
the door.
     "Thank you ma'am, I'll meet him," I told her and started down the
hall.
     "I've freshly made bread pudding, my I serve you and Master Eric a
portion?" she called after me.
     You people eat pudding sandwiches?  No wonder you're talk so weird!  I
thought.  "Ah, yes ma'am, please," I replied.  I wonder what this shit's
gonna taste like?
     I was still a little worried when Elaine sat large, still steaming,
bowls of what looked like cobbler in front of Eric and I, but my tongue
told me to chill as she scooped a mound of ice cream on top of each of
them.  One bite and I was in heaven, and after a second bowl Eric and I
started outside to kick my soccer ball around.
     We had just stepped outside when Eric turned to me.  "I think you look
totally hot, but are you going to get a shirt?" he asked rubbing his
fingers over one of my nipples.  I blushed before rushing back inside.  I
grabbed the half shirt he had loaned me.  "Well, not bad, but I liked you
better without it," he quipped.
     As Dad and I ate supper later I was still trying to figure the best
way to hit him up for what I wanted, but finally tried, "Ah, Dad, I was
wondering if maybe I could get some clothes.  Like some shorts and stuff
for after school and stuff."
     "Of course, but I'm not sure when I will have time to take you, I
don't think I will have any free time for a week or two.  You have plenty
of clothes to hold you for now, don't you?"
     "Yeah," I told my plate more than Dad.  "Well, but no one wears the
stuff I have here, all my stuff is California stuff," I almost whimpered.
     "I'm sorry Son, but with my new job my calender is full weeks in
advance, I don't think I will even have any time off this weekend."  Yeah
well, I thought.  Neither of us said any more for a minute or so, and I
pretty well gave up any hope.
     "Do you think you are old enough to shop without me?" he asked.  "I
think you are, or I can ask Mrs. Smyth to take you."
     Oh God, that bitch would stick me woth more purple clown clothes!  I
thought.  "Ah, well she real busy too, sir, it's okay," I answered, trying
to control my voice.
     "Do you remember how to use a credit card?  Remember when you used
mine back in the states?"
     "Yes sir,"
     "You have to go to the Dentist at 1300 tomorrow, why don't you go buy
what you need afterward, instead of returning to school.  I think you can
miss a couple of hours.  I will call Mrs.  Smyth and arrange it, and I'm
sure she knows a good store or two.  Your body guard will have my credit
card when he picks up from school.  Will that work?"
     "Yes sir!  Thanks Dad!" I hooted.  Just as things were looking so
great, I remembered that Eric was going to ride with me.  That fucked that
up, oh well!  I thought.  "Well, but Eric is gonna ride with me to the
Ortho." I said.
     "That shouldn't be a problem, I am sure Helen wont mind if her son
goes shopping with you.  Eric might know where to shop for what you want,
too.  Finish your supper and let's call them."
     "Cool!  I mean thanks Dad, you're neat!" I exclaimed.  "Well but what
can I buy, maybe can I get a couple of shirts, and maybe some new shorts?"
     "Buy what you want or need, you are doing the shopping, remember?  How
about whatever you want, just don't spend more than 500 pounds, okay?"
     I tried to digest his statement for a few seconds before saying,
"Well, I don't need that much stuff I just want some new shorts and stuff!
I don't think I could carry 500 pounds of clothes home!  I don't think all
the clothes I got now weight that much!"
     "Pounds are the British currency, well pound here are like dollars
son," he snickered, his face tighten I'm sure to keep from laughing.
"You'll figure it out, just add the price tags up to 500, okay, Tiger?
Don't worry about it, just buy what you want."
     I didn't know Elaine was in the room until she asked, "May I ring up
Agent Roland for you, Doctor?" as she removed our plates from the table.
     Eric was ecstatic the next morning.  "Dude, we get to skip school and
go cruzn' in your Jag, and cant even get busted!" he hooted as he fixed my
tie.  "What kind of cloths are you going to buy?" he asked, stroking my
crotch over my uniform shorts as he pulled me tightly against his back.  We
turned and kissed briefly before his sister barked at us through his
bedroom door it was time to go to board the school buses.
     Everyone had to stand in front of their lunch for what seemed like
forever until Cox finally walked in, and told us we could sit down.  Eric
and I bragged a little to Anton and Moe about getting out of school early
before Anton interrupted us.
     "Jock is coming here for the weekend, he has a holiday from the
University.  I am allowed a sleeping party Friday, will you come?  All of
you?"  Eric quickly agreed, saying both of us would be there as he grabbed
my inner thigh under the table.  Stan said he would ask his parents.  I
opened my mouth to say I would have to ask my dad when Anton grinned at us
and added, "My parents must go to Wales so only Jock will be an adult."
     "Yeah, Brian and I are going to come!" Eric announced.  He leaned over
and quietly told me, "Jock is Anton's big brother, and a TOTALLY hot dude,
he's a TOTAL hunk!"
     "Well, but I gotta ask my dad," I said.
     Eric said something like, "Il sera la, je s'assurera!" flashing
Anton an almost blinding smile. "Mais rappelez-vous qu'il est le mien."  *1
and *2
     Moe injected something like, "Mais vous dites a Jock cela!"
Everyone giggled but me. *3
     "What did you say, that's not fair!  I cant understand that shit!" I
exclaimed.  Eric told me that he said he was sure my dad would let me go,
but from everyone's snickers I knew he was lying.
     We were waiting to be released from the teacher supervised walk back
to our classroom building when a prefect handed one of the teachers a note.
He glanced at it and called Eric and I out of the line, instructing us to
report to the Head Master's office.
     "Hi guys," Kevin greeted us.  "I've been out of town for a few days, I
missed you!" he added as he guided us out of the office.  When the gate
guard let us through he ushered us into my Jaguar.  I was a little
disappointed when he squeezed his huge body into the front seat, but
relaxed as I felt Eric pushing against me, his hand cupping my inner thigh.
     I was looking at Kevin and didn't notice Eric digging into his book
bag until he poked my ribs.  When I looked at him he was wearing his
headgear, and told me, "Put your's on, you have to wear it into the waiting
area when you go for appointments."  A little disappointed I dug mine out
of my book bag and strapped it on.
     Our appointments thankfully didn't take long.  Jennifer was sitting in
the waiting area and was called in just after we arrived, and had already
left when we came out.  The orthodontist ignored my claims that my braces
had been tightened only about a week ago, and cranked them a couple of
notches tighter, but soon we were back in the car, headed toward a mall.
     "Your dad asked me to give this to you," Kevin said as the chauffeur
drove up to the mall entrance.  "Don't loose it, if you do I'll spend the
next ten years at the Antarctic Embassy!" he quipped as I accepted the
credit card.
     We both reached for our headgear straps as Kevin got out of the car
and spent a minute or so looking around, and left them on the seat as he
let us out of the car.  We had walked for a minute or so, Eric right next
to me brushing my hip with his hand, when he asked me again what I wanted
to buy.  When I told him his face developed a cute little grin, and he
rushed ahead of me to a large sports wear store, offering `athletic
kit'.
     He knew exactly where the rugby shorts were, and before I had a chance
to look at any of them he chose an almost golden yellow pair, with royal
blue strips on each side.  "Here, try these on," he instructed, pointing at
group of dressing rooms nearby.  "And come back out, I want to see them."
     The shorts felt comfortable to me, and I felt really silly walking out
into the store wearing my dress shirt and tie, purple knee socks and golden
rugby shorts, but bowed to Eric's wishes.  He looked me up and down for a
second before announcing they were too baggy and rushed back to the display
for another pair.  It wasn't until I turned to go try the second pair on
that I saw Kevin standing off to the side, quietly snickering.
     After Eric approved of how the shorts fit I changed out of them and we
picked out another pair that were dark blue with gold striping.  I followed
him to several shelves of assorted gym shorts and he grabbed a pair that,
even before I tried them on, I could tell were not designed to cover much.
They looked interesting, they had a slit on the outside of what very little
leg there was.  After I modeled them for Eric and Kevin, we chose three
pair of different colors.
     Eric started toward another display when I stopped him.  "Go try these
on," I suggested, handing him a pair of the gym shorts.  He stared at me
for a second until I added, "Well, I gotta pay you back for the ones you
gave me Sunday."
     They fit him at least as well as I'm sure they did me.  They were cut
low enough that his hip bones were exposed above the waistband, and
although they contoured to his cute little bubble butt as well as his
school shorts did, even when he was standing straight up a hint of his butt
cheek showed out the bottom.  I couldn't resist giving his right melon a
quick squeeze as he turned back toward the dressing room.
     We picked out three sleeveless half shirts that were only slightly
longer than the one he cut off for me.  I was deciding if I wanted anything
else when I saw some more of the same style, but made of a fishnet like
material, pretty well transparent.  I grabbed two of them, then tossed Eric
a third one.  "Well, I owe you a shirt too!" I told him.  He flashed a wide
silver smile at me.
     We were waiting at the cash register to pay for everything when I
noticed a display of sun tan lotion.  I selected a small bottle of the same
quick tanning type he had borrowed from his sister, but put it back.  I got
another wide grin from my friend when I added an extra large bottle to our
bounty.
     We had looked in the windows of a couple of more stores when he leaned
close to me whispering, "I get to pick out what you wear when we get home."
We exchanged cagy smiles for a second, and in unison turned back toward the
parking lot.
     Kevin got out and opened our car door as soon as the Jaguar stopped in
front of my house.  As he bent into the trunk to get our packages he nodded
for us to move closer to him.  "Why don't you two come to my house after
you change," he said in a soft voice.  "I bet I have a treat for you!" he
added, winking at us.
     We both changed out of our uniform in my bedroom, and both wore our
new gym shorts and fishnet shirts.  Wow, I don't know if I want to go see
Kevin, I want him all to myself!  I thought as I looked him over.  He was
just totally hot, his shorts were so short that the bottom of his butt
cheeks peeked out from under the hem at me every time he moved, his perky
pink nipples pushed through his shirt.
     "God, you are beautiful!" he said as he looked me over.  "I could eat
you right here," he added as we wrapped our arms around each other.  He
rubbed my back under my shirt for a couple of seconds before cupping the
back of my head and pulling my lips into his.
     "Shit!" we cried in unison when our facebows collided.  We looked at
each other for a second or so, then started giggling.  "Well, I got your
body anyway!" Eric said, cupping my butt cheeks.  I tucked my head under
his chin and grabbed a melon with each hand, pulling him against my stomach
as I probed for a way to get my fingers up under the hems.  I had just
slipped one finger in when a knock sounded on my bedroom door.
     "Master Brian, I've fresh cakes for you, may I serve you in here or in
the kitchen?"  We held each other for several more seconds after I agreed,
thanking her.
     After we dropped Eric's uniform off at his house I followed him to
another row of duplexes, then to my surprise behind one of them.  I found
myself wondering if we were playing some sort of game as he almost slunk
the length of the wall, indicating for me to stay close to it like he was,
and to duck down as we went under a couple of windows.  When we got to the
corner of the building he stopped, putting his finger up to his facebow,
indicating for me to be silent.
     He almost melodramatically leaned forward, carefully peering around
the corner.  As I watched my eyes fell to his tight little bubble butt, and
as I watched the hem of his shorts slide up exposing the bottom of both his
tight, round globes I, without thinking, reached out and slipped a couple
of fingers under his shorts.
     "Quit, this is serous!" he whispered in a serious voice.  Reluctantly
I withdrew my fingers, sliding my hand down to his outer thigh, as he
peered back around the corner.  "Shit!" he snarled.  "We cant go."  Seeing
my lost face he guided me in front of him, pointing for me to look at a
window in the next duplex.  "See the yellow flower pot?" he asked in a soft
voice.  When I nodded he continued, "That's our warning.  If Kevin puts it
in the window he's got company or something, we cant go see him."
     "What are we going to do?"  I asked.  I couldn't help giggle when I
felt his hand slide between my legs, cupping my upper thigh.  "Okay, that's
what I was thinking too!  Can we go to your house?"
     We had just started up the stairs toward Eric's bedroom when more bad
news struck.  "Hi boys!" Eric's mother's voice rang out from their kitchen.
We froze, turning toward each other as our faces sunk into frowns.  "How
was school?  Come in here guys, Eric, tell me what your Orthodontist had to
say."
     "Oh well," Eric whined.  "At least we can be alone Friday at Anton's."
     Dad teased me a little about the radical change in my dress when I
went home for supper, but then gave me a brief hug as he added that he was
pleased to see me dressed like a `normal' boy.  Elaine had put all my
new clothes away and retrieved the sales receipt from the bag, it was
sitting next to dad's plate as we sat down to eat.
     "You didn't spend much, I told you to buy what you wanted," he
commented as he read it.  "Less than 100 pounds, you couldn't find much
that you liked?"
     That stuff didn't weigh nowhere near a hundred pounds, I carried it
all in one hand!  I thought.  "Well, that's all I wanted right now sir," I
answered.  They didn't weigh it or anything, grownups are so weird!
     "Well I am very proud of you, the next time you want to go shopping
let me know," he said, smiling at me.
     As we ate I tried to think of the best way to approach him, to be
absolutely sure I could talk him into letting me go to Anton's.  "Ah, Dad,
well I met a friend at school, and he's gonna have a sleep-over Friday, can
I go?" I began.  "He lives at the French embassy, his dad is the
Ambassador."
     He glanced at me, then looked toward the back of the kitchen for
several seconds.  "It sounds like it would be fun, but I am sure it could
not be arranged for this weekend."  Seeing my disappointed face he said, "I
know you would like to go, but something like that cannot be arranged
overnight.  Just establishing the protocols between our governments would
probably have to go through both Washington and Paris, that could take
months.  I'm sorry son, but I am sure there is no possible way you could go
visit an ambassador's home this weekend.  I doubt even our ambassador would
even consider us trying to authorize it.  We might be able to arrange
something, I'll ask my staff to look into it, okay?  It might take some
time, but I promise I will try."
     Fuck, I AM in a God Damn prison!  I thought.  I am going back to
California, fuck this shit!  "Yes sir," I whined, trying to keep from
crying.  Fuck this shit, as soon as I find out which way to go, I'm
swimming out of here!  "Well, but Eric and Stan get to go, that's
FUC. . . I mean, well. . . I wanta go home, I hate this place I wanta go
home!" I yelled at him.
      Seeing his angering face I tried, "I'm sorry, I mean if they can go
why cant I?  Sir."  The look on his face darkened, telling me I would
surely be executed before I even got to finish my last meal.  "Well, I mean
it would be fun sir."
     "Doctor Richardson, Mrs. Smyth is on the tele, will you take her call
here?" Elaine interrupted, offering my dad a cordless phone.
     "Tell her I will call her back, I am busy," Dad snapped, from the
glare he was giving me I knew what he was about to be busy doing.
     "I am very sorry Doctor, but her call cannot wait.  Where would you
like to take it?" Elaine answered, her face as stoic as it was when she
forced me to wear my stupid beanie cap the first time.  "Perhaps in the
sitting room Doctor?" she all but snarled.  Dad engaged her in a staring
contest for the better part of a minute before he snatched the phone out of
her hand and stormed out of the kitchen.
     Elaine smiled at me before walking behind my chair and pulled my head
against her chest.  "Everything will work out to your satisfaction, you
will go with your friends," she said.  "Please accept my promise." she
added before kissing my forehead.  I sat there for a few seconds before I
realized the phone hadn't rung.
     Dad came back into the kitchen a minute or so later.  When he bent
over and wrapped his arms around me I closed my eyes knowing he was about
to strangle me to death, but instead he kissed the top of my head before
asking, "Will you go make me a drink Son?"  He walked me into the den,
holding me under his shoulder, before pushing me away toward the bar.  When
I returned with his Martini he made me sit right next to me, pulling me
against him.
     "Tiger, everything is very confusing, I like your words, crazy, right
now." he began.  He kissed me again before saying, "You may go to your
friends house, to the French Embassy.  I'm still learning how everything
works here, all that had to happen was our embassy calling their embassy,
just like when Ronnie's parents and I called each other when you guys spent
the night.  I'm still learning about our new assignment just like you are,
will you give me a chance plesse?" he asked pulling me into a tighter hug.
"Mrs. Smyth will call the French Ambassador's aide first thing in the
morning, but you ARE going to get to go."
     The next day at lunch Stan announced he could not go to Anton's, as
his family was going away for the weekend.  Moe had gotten permission to
check out of Westshire for the weekend and Anton was thrilled when we told
him we could spend the night.
     "Jock will have a friend come with him from the University.  Just us
six will be fun.  I will not invite more," Anton said in his thick accent.
He offered to have his dad's car pick us up, that it would be picking Moe
up from school.  Eric enjoyed bragging that I had `our' own car and
chauffeur, grinning proudly at me.
     "J'espere qu'il a un diviseur teinte fonce!" Anton replied,
making everyone but me giggle.
     Eric replied something like, "Le non, mais lui a une escorte qui peut
sucer l'eecorce outre d'un arbre!" * 5
     "Ne voulez-vous pas dire une jeune plante?" Moe replied, causing Eric
to blush bright red as everyone else giggled.
     "Quit that, I don't know how to talk that French stuff!" I cried.
"That's no fair!"
     "Yeah, but you're learning!" Eric answered, puckering his lips and
sticking his tongue out, wiggling it up and down.  "You're going to learn a
lot Friday night!" he added, stoking my thigh under the table.

To be continued. . .

*1   He will be there, I will make sure!
*2   But remember he is mine.
*3   But you tell Jock that!
*4   I hope it has a dark tinted divider!
*5   No, but it has an escort that can suck the bark off a tree!
*6   Do you not mean a seedling?