Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:46:44 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 7

Kevin by Tom Cup

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Kevin
Chapter 7
By Tom Cup

Antonio said that I had been through enough shit for one day so we should go
and have some fun.  He told me to put on my swimsuit under something
comfortable.  I told him I didn't have a swimming suit.  "Bet you do," he
said.  I looked through the drawers of clothing I now owned and discovered I
had several.  I wondered when all the stuff in my drawers and closet had
gotten there.  This was a strange place.  You never really saw anything
happening but something was always going on.

I found a gray sweat suit that I really liked and put that on over the
multi-colored shorts I decided I would use for swimming.  There was a pair
of gray shoes that looked like they went with the suit.  Antonio later told
me they were called `deck shoes' and said I made a good choice.  Even Marie
said I looked nice when we pass her on the way through the sunroom.  We took
the garden pathway; down through a grove and came to a building with an
indoor pool, sauna, Jacuzzi and workout room.  We stripped down to our
swimwear and jumped into the heated water.  We had a blast and all my
worries of the morning disappeared as we slashed and played in the water.

We got back to the house around four-thirty.  I was worried that I missed
Tony's call and that he would be mad.  But Antonio assured me that William
would have rung the pool house if he had called.  Marie smiled and ran her
hand through my hair asking, "Did you have a good time little one?"  Antonio
answered saying, "Come on mom.  I didn't tie him up and torture him or
anything. Jeez!"  Marie's eyes got really big as she looked at Antonio and
said, "I should hope not!"  We all laughed.

I waited in my room for the phone call.  Marie said that Tony would call at
5:00 p.m. and that I should wait upstairs for the call.  I felt a little
nervous about what I would say and about what he would say.  I hoped that he
wasn't mad about all the trouble I had caused this morning.  I knew how
Chuck would have reacted if I had stirred up the mess with him that I had
with Tony:  he would have beat the shit out of me.  I don't mean with a belt
or paddle; I mean he would have pounded my face with his fist.  I wasn't
afraid Tony would do those kinds of things to me but I knew he could hurt me
far worst.  He could send me away.

I really didn't believe that he would.  It's just, a lot had happened to me
in a very short time. Also, I was beginning to sense that these people
really were unlike any other people I had ever met before.  Being able to
judge my mom's, and Chuck's, moods had saved me from a lot of ass kicking,
to be sure, but I wasn't able to judge anything here.  Even Antonio I
realized, who had joked and laughed with me the night before, I had read
wrong.  He had fooled me into believing that what I told him about my life
hadn't bothered him in the least. He hadn't fooled Marie, though, but he had
sure as shit fooled me.  How was I ever to know what these people thought?

The phone rang at the side of my bed and startled me back from my thoughts.
I looked at it and realized I didn't know how to answer it.  I don't mean I
never answered a phone before.  I mean there were ways of doing things here.
  I could, I thought, answer `Kevin's Room,' but somehow that didn't quite
sound right.  In the end I answered, "Bolognia residence, this is Kevin."

"What'd ya know kiddo?"  Boomed Tony from the other end of the line, "Miss
me?"

"Yeah," I said timidly, "but I'm scared about the trouble I've been causing.
  I'll understand if you're mad at me."

Tony laughed and I understood where Antonio's infectious laugh came from.
"No, no," he said, "You've done exactly what I left you there to do; won the
hearts of my sister and nephew. So now it's time to discuss where we go from
here."

"I'll do anything you tell me," I whispered and added for emphasis,
"Anything."

"I know Kevin," Tony said, "That's why I thought we had better talk again.
You see, those first couple of days with you were for me... special.  I
figured we'd hang out together and have a few laughs; by then your mom, and
you, would have cooled off and I'd take you back.  No harm done.  We would
have both have had a good time and I would have put some money in your
pocket to boot.  But it became obvious to me, and maybe for selfish reasons,
I didn't want to give you up.  I am an art dealer and connoisseur; a lover
of things beautiful and you are beautiful to me.  Your eyes, your smile,
your body are all beautiful to me."

"You shouldn't talk like that on the phone," I cautioned, "Someone could
pick up the other line."

Tony laughed and said, "I called you on your private line. The phone by your
bed is your personal number; the one in your sitting room is a house phone.
You don't want to discuss personal business on that one but on this one it's
OK.  Got it?"

I told him I did understand but that was only part of the problem.  "What's
the other part?"  He asked.

"You're giving me a hard-on," I confessed, "How's it going to look if
someone sees me with a hard-on after talking to my dad?"

"Yes, yes, your right," Tony laughed, "But don't you see, we have to talk
about this.  Kevin, I picked you up hoping we would get along.  But I would
have brought you alone and taken care of you even without the sex.  Do you
understand that?"

"Why?"  I asked.

"Because you were kicked out into the cold.  You were hungry.  I was lonely.
You never had to have sex with me.  I hope I didn't make you feel that way."

I thought about it before I answered and then said, "No, not really. I
didn't feel that way. I was a little scared the first time but I knew that
some guys liked boys.  I saw it a lot in the neighborhood.  I even thought
about doing it. I just didn't want you to hurt me, was all.  But I liked
everything we did. I wanted to know what those things felt like."

"And now?"  Tony posed

I giggled a bit and felt myself blush as I said, "I'm probably going to be
spending extra time in the bathroom tonight since now you got me all worked
up."

"OK, OK," Tony laughed, "But know you never have to do anything and I mean
that.  Having you around to look at is treat enough for me."

"I know," I said jiving him, "I'm your new porcelain doll."

We both laughed and Tony said, "I can see Antonio is having his effects on
you."

He then told me that the guy that he had gone to Reno to see wouldn't know
art if someone took a statue of David and shoved it up his ass; so he had
decided to cut his trip short.  He was flying out tonight but he wasn't
coming home.  He was heading back to Philadelphia and I was to meet him
there.  My heart sank.  I didn't want to go back there.

"Why do I have to go?"  I asked but before he could answer there was a knock
on the door.  I relayed that to Tony and he said, "Put me on speaker and let
him in.  That should be William."

William entered with a large gift-wrapped box and handed it to me.  I laid
it on my bed and listened as Tony talked with him. "Good evening William.
Were you able to get the item I requested?"

"It is in the possession of the young master as we speak, Sir," William
answered.

"And the other arrangement?" Tony posed.

"All taken care of as requested, Sir," he relied,  "Madame Bolognia wishes
to take master Kevin out to dinner before he departs."

"That's fine, William.  Thank you."

"You are most welcome, Sir," William answered and immediately left the room.

Tony told me to open the package.  Inside was a replica airplane.  He
explained that it was called a Japanese Zero and asked if I knew why he had
chosen it as a gift for me.  I was a little sad when I replied.  I hoped I
was wrong but I had heard it so many times from my mom.  "Because I'm a
zero," I choked.

"Heavens no!"  Tony boomed and then lowered his tone, "A zero is nothing.  I
gave it to you to remind you that you have nothing to worry about.  I
understand that you met with Millstone.  He has set a few things up for us
in Philadelphia.  If all goes well, by the time we leave there you will
never have to go back again.  If that is still what you want."

"I still don't see why I have to go," I pouted

"I know," Tony answered, "But we have to get your mother to agree to let you
go... officially.  I know it will be hard for you but if you want to really
be apart of this family it is something that has to be done.  Are you up to
it?"

"I'll try," I answered, "But this scares me more than anything.  What if she
says no and makes me stay?  I know she'll beat the shit of me then.  I know
it!"  I was near tears at this point.  I hadn't known it until then but I
was less afraid of being on the streets than I was of going back home to my
mom.

I buzzed for William after I finished going over details with Tony on how we
were to play things in Philly.  William arrived and I explained that I
didn't know what to wear or pack for the trip.  He said that he understood
completely and that he would pick out a few things for me to chose from; and
then pack my bags for me.  I explained that I would like to learn how to
pack my bags if he wouldn't mind showing me.  We picked out five changes of
clothes:  three causal and two dress.  I chose blue pants, a white shirt and
a V neck sweater for the trip.

After I was all packed and dressed, William asked, "Will there be anything
else, Sir?"

I hugged him and said, "Thank you so much for helping me."

William stood there like a statue and I realized I probably wasn't supposed
to be hugging him.  I stepped back and said, "I'm sorry.  Thanks though."

"You are very welcome," William said turning to leave but he stopped at the
door and turned back to me.  "If I may be so bold, Sir," he began as I
looked up at him, "It is a pleasure to serve such a well manner gentleman as
yourself, master Kevin."  It was the first time I had seen him smile and it
made me feel like I had done something right.

Marie and Antonio were waiting in the library, chatting, when I finally came
downstairs.  "So little one," Marie chimed, "What would you like for
dinner?"  There was only one thing I could think of that I really did want.
"Pizza," I said.  Marie looked shocked and Antonio busted into hysterics.
"That's a good one, Kev," he laughed, "I couldn't have done better myself!"

"That will be enough Antonio," Marie said and then to me, "Wouldn't you
prefer something a little more special?"

"Come on mom," Antonio beamed, "The kid wants pizza.  Then pizza it should
be.  Besides, it's going to be a blast watching you eat with your fingers!"

I did get pizza but it wasn't the type of place I was use to.  I thought we
would go to one of those places with the red and white checkerboard table
clothes.  No way! This place had white linen tablecloths and they made me
wear a suit jacket.  It was really good pizza though.  Mine had shrimp and
pesto on it.  I hadn't had it before but Antonio told me if I liked shrimp I
had to try it.  I even got to have a glass of wine with it! The best part of
dinner was that Antonio had been right about Marie.  He and I picked the
pizza up with our hands and ate it but she used a knife and fork.  Antonio
kept poking me and nodding at her, which made me giggle.

James then drove us to the airport.  We checked in and that was when I told
them that I had never been on a plane before.  They told me I didn't have to
worry because James, the driver, was going with me.  Antonio would drive
Marie back to the house so that Tony and I would have a driver in
Philadelphia.  It had all been arranged. I held on to Marie for longer than
I should, I know, but I just didn't want to leave.  Finally she knelt down
and whispered, "Do me proud, little one.  Behave as a true Bolognia."  I
kissed her lightly on the cheek and told her that I loved her.  I knew,
because of what she said, I would be brave and not do anything to make her
ashamed of me.  No matter what happened.


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