Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2010 21:59:21 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 8

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by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


8:  Expanding our Base

Aphrodite located several galleries in the San Diego area that were willing
to hang my work but I would need to stay around for one or two weeks to
supervise the framing and perhaps the opening of a show.

In addition, she found two industrial assignments for me, one at a ship
yard and another for a vegetable growing cooperative.  Brad and Chuck
worked for a week non stop, getting my new catalogue additions posted to
our web site.  I had no idea just how popular that site had become but
people, shops and galleries all over the place, were placing orders for
limited editions.  Nipping the hackers in the bud turned out to be much
more important to my business than I had originally thought.

I feared getting writers cramp from all the signing.  The hardest part is
choosing which shots, the non commission ones, that are limited and which
general or stock.  The commission shots usually become restricted in
distribution or have a limited interest.  My figure studies of Brad were
not considered for sale yet, something we had to talk to his dad about
first.  Plato thought we should let him work out those details with Milton.

Limited editions, by the way, are fixed to a set number of images.  Once
that number of prints has been produced the negative or positive is
retired.  In fact it is destroyed.  Each limited image is dated, numbered
and signed by the artist and a certificate of authenticity is also issued.
None of my editions has sold out yet, so I have not had to face the emotion
of destruction.

My images are my children or my friends.  It will come some day.  For now
the Ltd. negatives and positives are kept in a fireproof vault, under
archival conditions.  Each negative has a unique number that is highly
controlled and tripe checked.  A list of images and prints exists on the
computers and in hard copy.  To keep inventory costs and space under
control I tend to make up prints in batches, 25 for the first batch, and
then in batches of 10 after that.  In addition, all the technical data
related to taking, developing and printing is recorded including the
freshness of the chemicals.  I do this to insure the consistency of each
print, so they are as close to each other as is possible to produce, even
when produced months or ever years apart.  I try and take the same care
with all my images, even family snap shots.

Just as we were about to leave one of dad's teaching buddies, a physics
professor at the college, stopped in to make us a proposal.  He offered to
rent his San Diego condo to us for the time we needed.  His price was three
framed Ltd. prints.  I remembered Dr. Basguard, a good instructor, not that
I did all that well in his class, except in the lenses and light sections,
but I felt I learned a lot.  It is about an hour drive from the Navy yard
but the price was right.  I guess his condo was not used all that much
while classes are in section.

We arrived a couple of days before the JFK docked.  This gave us some time
to get organized and do most of our business, including delivery of one,
large pile of pictures.  Mom even arranged a discount for the sailors
having my work framed.  Now a goodly number of the prints had been sent in
the mail already so the prospect for the frame shop was good.  The owner
also took a number of my 24 X 36 prints on consignment.  Mom figured that a
few consignment prints would serve as samples which would return 5 to 7
orders of large formats, and who knows how many smaller ones, for every
consignment print displayed.  It did seem to work.  I understand all this
business stuff, I am just not interested in it or in managing money, except
what is in my pocket.  Brad on the other hand seemed to have an
accountant's mentality.  He was into the finest details right off.  He
reorganized our cataloguing, tracking and file systems.  He just had a
talent for this stuff, like I do for visual things.  It turned out Milton
is a quartermaster.  Perhaps more things are genetic then we may think.

The condo was nice, three bedrooms, lots of open space, 4 bathrooms.  It
was sparingly furnished and my pictures went well with the decor.  We would
leave a digital thank you or two for Dr. Basguard, when we depart.  Brad
was getting excited as the 25th came closer.  He also was excited about the
27th but I did not realize it or that he was in on my parent's surprise.

We all went to greet the fleet, as it were.  This was quite a crowd scene.
I was taking pictures as usual, mostly with the digital camera.  Milton was
toward the end of the disembarking line.  Brad embraced his dad, for a
moment I though he would kiss him but he didn't.

"I am so happy to finely meet you Apollo," he was saying, "my mates and I
enjoyed all the snapshots you e-mailed to us"

Brad introduced Plato and Aphrodite and we all piled into the Jeep.  Milton
had a 4 day pass and he would spend it with us at the condo.

Milton is a tall man with light brown hair, rather fair skin, a thin well
kept mustache and a fit physique.  He had that military air about him, a
kind of confidence.  He spoke highly of his ship and it's company.  He
obviously liked what he did, he enjoyed his work.  He was wearing his dress
whites with all the decorations.  Milton was handsome and for a man in his
late 30's or early 40's was quite sexy.  Brad obviously respected and
admired his father.  Milton did not talk like a sailor, at least around us
"civvies", he spoke softly and firmly, using a midwest accent and educated
vocabulary.  I was impressed so were my parents.  It was also obvious to me
that Milton had been corresponding with Plato and Jim the ranger.  He made
sure to tell me how much he liked my work and how much he and his room
mates enjoyed having my wildlife pictures posted on the bulkhead.  He
mentioned that one of the photographer's mates expressed a desire to meet
me.

Brad showed his dad to the guest room.  I'm afraid I did a bit of a double
take when he reappeared in civilian clothing, jeans and a T-shirt.  Brad
sure did resemble his father, except for skin tone and hair color, his
facial features, stature, gate and facial expressions were the same.  I am
a lot like Plato too but resemble Aphrodite in the shape of my face, and
texture of my skin.  We are all a blend of nature and nurture.  As the song
tells us "we rise again in the faces of our children." (Aselin Debison)

The parents sat around the kitchen table drinking beer.  The boys had soda.
Brad is only 15 and I became the designated driver.  Milton wanted to know
all the details about our adventures, the ones we did not put into the
e-mails, that is.  Mom, excused herself, to prepare for dinner out, her way
of leaving the boys to boy talk.  Brad quickly outlined his experiences at
the camp before he ran into me.

I told him about how mystical our experiences at the cabin were and how big
a crush Brad had on Linda.

"Oh yes the retired coast guard's youngest daughter.  Brad suggested you
had the hots for Veronica, Apollo?"

I blushed a bit telling him we were just platonic, not that I didn't want
more but it just didn't happen.

"Brad here was, shall we say a bit more successful."

Now it was his turn to blush.  Our fathers laughed hardily about it,
telling us to be careful or we would get caught in that great female
fishing net.  Mom returned at that point so the conversation shifted to a
less sexes tone.  The next morning we turned our condo into a business
office with laptops, printers faxes and cell phones working overtime.
Milton had his affairs to organize and Mom and I had our stuff.  Plato and
Brad made themselves scares in the morning, returning to prepare lunch.
Milton spent a long time on the phone, making calls in the privacy of his
room.  I assumed they were to Chicago.  He would want to talk to his
younger children and I assumed to Brad's mother.

I also figured Brad and Milton would want some time alone, some father and
son bonding time.  I was beginning to wonder what my mother was going to do
for my birthday.  Now I am not one to dwell on such things, I don't care
much for these celebrations but women seem to think they are all a real big
deal.  Mothers get hurt and upset if you forget their birthdays and things
like that.  Dad's are happy if you remember to call or perhaps send them a
card, if it is a few days late that's okay, but not moms.  It better be on
time and something special, not big or expensive, but special.

Mom, dad and Brad left early in the morning promising to return about noon
leaving Milton and I alone for the first time.  We lingered over the
breakfast table drinking coffee and chatting.  Milton was feeling me out,
trying to get a better sense of Apollo as a person and his oldest son's
best friend and roommate.  I know he wanted to ask if we were more then
good friends and master-apprentice but he would not.

He did ask if I thought Brad was truly interested in photography as a
profession.  I gave as honest an answer as I could.  "I know he likes the
adventure and the out of doors aspects of wildlife and nature work.  He is
competent in the darkroom, he understands the chemistry and physics but not
the art."

I figured he liked the business side of my work more then than sitting for
hours until the light is just right.  Milton appreciated my candor.  He
obviously knew his son better then Brad thought he did.  He probably
understood the boy better then Brad figured he did too.

I broached the subject of Brad signing up with Apollo's Artworks, as our
first contract model.  He would need to sign the contracts as Brad was
underaged.  Milton would not make any commitment without talking to Brad
first.  Nor would he give me any hint of what he planed to do relative to
the boys immediate future either.  I did not push.  He did suggest that he
had been corresponding with Plato and Aphrodite on the subject, something
they had not told either Brad or I about.  He cut this line of conversation
off saying today was my day and Brad's was three days away.  He had kind of
a sarcastic or sardonic smile on his face, one I could not quite read.  I
think he likes surprises or surprising people about as much as I do.  Now I
sure like to give it but being honest, I can't say I like taking them all
that much.  Maybe I'm more of a control freak than I'm willing to admit.

Milton and I hit it off well on a one to one basis, I think we are kindred
sprites so to speak.  I liked the man, he commanded respect.  He was well
organized if not highly educated.  He was obviously experienced and
knowledgeable in his field.  He spoke softly but with assurance.  He was
very masculine but not overbearing.  He was obviously capable of compassion
and understanding.  He loved his children and I think Brads mother.  Milton
had shown in the past a sensitivity to her feelings and even to her
beliefs, which were different then his own.  He was not one to rush his
judgment and I was sure once committed steadfast.  He is observant and
sensitive to the feelings of others.  I suspect he could hang with the boys
on ship or with the tea and biscuits crowd.  In short, the kind of person
you wanted and were proud to have as a friend.

My family trio came bounding into the condo carrying all manor of packages.
In fact, it took several trips.  Mother had a large cake and bags of take
out food, dad and Brad carried boxes, packages, and a large tube.  I was
just a bit overwhelmed by it all.  Milton just urged me to sit still and go
with the flow.

Before mother cut the cake she insisted Brad open one of his presents, a
few days early.  My parents had purchased a point and shoot digital camera
for Brad and she wanted him to record the events of the day.  I was never
very good at the family snap shot stuff anyway.  We cut the cake and
laughed a lot.  My parents had found a used medium format camera with all
the accessories.  I was delighted, overwhelmed would be more like it.  In
addition, my company had purchased a high resolution digital back for it.
So I traded a Zone 5 workshop for a digital back, a fair trade for sure.  I
was speechless knowing that combined this was almost as expensive as a new
car.  Milton also had a gift for me, I did not expect this.  I guess he and
Brad had cooked it up through e-mail.  He presented Brad and I with large
clothing bags.  Another early present for Brad.  We had matching suits in
the latest style.

Now Brad did not have any real dress clothing with him and I hadn't had a
suit since high school graduation.  These were complete, ties, underwear,
shirt, socks, black wing tip shoes, even a belt.  The suits were charcoal
gray of fine summer weight wool.  I was impressed, Brad was just a bit
hesitant as he associated dress clothing with church.  Milton just smiled
saying if we were to accompany the parents to fine dining or when we
attended gallery openings he wanted us to look the part.  I was quite blown
away.  I was also wondering what if anything this kind of thing symbolized.

Brad handed me a poster.  I could tell it was a poster given the size of
the tube.  It was a 48 by 36 of him.  One of the shots I had taken of his
bare ass on the bed in the cabin.  One of my better figure studies, if I
say so myself.  Brad had brought the negative with him and supervised the
processing at a local custom lab.  I was most impressed, with both the
quality of the processing and Brad's (I was sure with dad's help)
interpretation of my negative.  Brad and I immediately hung it up in our
bedroom.  Milton was quite impressed with both my art and Brad's sexy form.
Brad pushed his body close to mine, whispering, "I wanted to be sure you
would not forget what my ass looks like."

Placing my arm around his shoulders, I replied, "you never need to worry
about that."  We went to look over my medium format kit.  What it was, was
a recent model Hasselblad with 5 lenses, tripod, caring cases, filters, and
other stuff.  The digital back was new.  I have wanted a medium format for
many years but could never afford one before.  Plato told me this one had
been in the estate of an advanced amateur.  "His widow did not want to
brake the kit up and out of respect for her late husbands memory, wanted
the camera kit to wind up with some one who would use it, not just collect
it.  When she saw your work..."

Brad interrupted, "I showed her the poster."

"She was most impressed, in fact she was so impressed she offered to throw
in her husbands negatives and slides, so Apollo Art now has a wide range to
mostly southwest oriented stock to offer."

"I promised you would stop by so she could meet you," Brad interjected,
"Its good PR you know."

I'm sure Milton was impressed with Brad's business savvy, I know I am.

Wow was all I could say, along with many thank you's to everyone for
everything.  I know my parents put up a lot of money for the body and
lenses and my company must have paid a good buck for the digital back.
Brad already had a complete inventory, right down to lens brushes, on my
lap top.  Mom had already arranged the insurance.  I would put this new
prize to work next week on the industrial assignments.  I was a bit
overwhelmed by it all but all was not over yet.

I was also taken aback by Milton's gifts.  I realized the matching suits
were not only thoughtful but quite expensive.  We boys were told to dress
for dinner.  Joining each other in the shower gave us a chance to share a
much need emotional release thought some hard, satisfying sex.  Our naked
bodies pressed against each other as the warm water coursed over our smooth
skin.  Our hard cocks pressed, as our lips pressed together and our hands
fondled each others butts.  I lay on the bed with my legs pulled up toward
my head.  "Give me your greatest gift, brother."  Brad moved up, taking his
index finger and carefully lubed my anus.  His large fat cock slipped in
its full length.  I could feel his balls pressing against my ass.  His cock
slid easily pressing on my prostrate as we both climbed to climax.  Brad
pressed his body against my chest and we kissed driving our tongues into
each other's mouths.  Brad drove deep and hard while my sphincter grabbed
his cock as tightly as possible.  I ejaculated spraying cum over our bodies
moments before Brad filled his condom.  I could feel each of his
ejaculations sending shivers through my body.

"Wow are these briefs sexy, Brad.  Did you choose them?"

"I wish I had, it was the salesman.  He picked all the accessories.  Dad
had sent him our pictures and Aphrodite had sent our measurements.  Dad
picked the suit color, material and style from an internet catalogue.
That's all I know, except if things don't quite fit we can bring them back
for adjustments. "

I pulled on the white silk thongs.  I had never had a thong on before, it
felt just a bit funny to have that string pressing against your anus.  "God
you look sexy in those things."  Brad looked at himself and then at me.  I
raised my arms and slowly turned around.  "Me, you should look at
yourself."

I moved a step closer and fondled his cloth covered cock.  The design of
these things is great, they hold you balls up and make your half hard cock
look much bigger then it is.  When Brad pulled up his contour hugging pants
I thought I would come in mine.  The suits fit perfectly and did we look
sharp.  Our parents thought so too.

The next day we slept in and by the time we made out way to the coffee pot
mom and dad were packed and ready to depart.  Milton was smiling and joking
with Plato and Brad as mom called me out to the car.  She had wrapped the
present I had ordered for Brad.  She gave me some business papers to look
after, made sure my bookings were in order and covered a few last minute
corporate details.  I was not quite sure what the future would bring.  My
impression of San Diego was favorable and I was sure some kind of temporary
base in this area would be a wise business decision.  I just didn't quite
know what nature that base should take.  At any rate I had at least two
more weeks of meetings and appointments to get through before I could even
think about my next project; which was the master class at the Art
Institute in Chicago.

Milton reported to his ship the next day while Brad and I made the rounds.
We had a very nice meeting with Mrs. Wild the lady who sold the camera.  I
did not realize that along with the camera and photo collection, my parents
also bought the darkroom equipment.  Anyway, she sure appreciated my work
and assured me that her late husband would have liked it.  She knew he
would rest easy knowing that a talented young professional would be using
his equipment so others could enjoy the world.  I liked her thoughts, I
only hope I can live up to her expectations.

We picked up Milton from the Navy Yard and headed off for dinner.  I wanted
to talk about Brad's future but Milton did not seem inclined.  He did
invite us to tour his ship, encouraging me to bring the Hasselblad,
mentioning that the photographer's mate used one.

The day was bright and sunny with lots to activity on board the JFK.
Milton had arranged a tour and the Photogapher's Mate.  Orval arranged for
me to take a number of real cool pictures.  He gave me lots of useful tips
on using a medium format.  Stuff they taught in school but I had forgotten
most of it, not having much practical experience with one.  I learned a lot
from Orval and we made plans for him to accompany me on a nature expedition
when he had a long enough leave.  Brad got to spend some time in the
Quartermasters sections.

By the end of the day we were bushed.  Milton, it seemed was just getting
started.  Oliver and Milton took us bar hopping and dining, to places
frequented by the sailors.  Brad and I made quite a splash being so young
and cute, as one old chief put it.  They would not give us any beer
however, Brad being underaged and I was designated driver again.

Brad's party started early ending at a strip club with a couple of the
girls paying very close attention to us.  I though for a little while that
we might get laid but that did not happen either.  We dropped Orval off at
his quarters and headed to our condo.  Milton had the 30th off and we slept
in again.  He came in to wake us up, two naked boys, laying on top of the
blankets, wrapped in each others arms.  Well if he didn't know we were
lovers before he sure did now.

Milton did not appear shocked or surprised.  He was relatively gentle
suggesting that revile had been played some time ago and the coffee was
hot.  He was dressed only in his boxer shorts.

We quickly organized ourselves, brushed our teeth, pissed and pulled on our
Jockeys.  Joining him at the kitchen table.  The remainder of my cake was
sitting ready with two candles and steaming coffee.  I think Milton was a
bit hung over, we were just tired.

I had purchased a palm pilot for Brad and Milton gave him a new ibook; of
course his new suit and the digital camera added up to a fair bit.  Brad
was very pleased and I got to take a number of snapshots of him and his dad
with his new camera.  He also had greetings from his brother and sister.
Brad's mom called on Milton's cell and he had a long conversation with
every one back in Chicago.  His mother wanted him to come home as she
missed him.  Brad knew that she had not been taking care of his siblings
for the past two months, as they had been staying with her brother's
family.  Milton gave him a nod to indicate that he would be seeing her soon
and that seemed to temper her crying.

I could see he was not to happy about that and the mood of the party took a
cooler tone when the call ended.  Brad handed the phone back to dad and ran
into the bedroom.  Milton and I sat in silence for a few minutes.  I was
about to get up when Milton spoke.

"Brad is a bit hot headed and I'm sure very angry right now, teens as you
know are often a bit overly emotional, I think it best to let him cool
off."

"I should go and be with him."

"Yes and no, yes you feel you should support your buddy and that is nobel,
but no he needs to face up to his emotions and talk this out with me like
the man he thinks he is."

"True, but he needs to know that you love and support him and it's okay to
cry or be angry or what ever, Milton.  Just tell him that, tell him you
respect his feelings and you and I are ready to talk about it when he is."
I said with my best please dad pleading facial expression.

Milton did that, returning to the table in short order.  We chatted a bit
about general stuff mostly about how much I enjoyed our JFK experience.  I
figured Milton had some news for Brad and that the call must have
interrupted his flow.  From the expression on his face when the cell rang I
took it the call was early.  I'm not sure he expected his wife to be at her
brothers and talk to Bard either.  Brad came in and sat down not saying
anything.  I expressed my speculation and Milton more or less confirmed it.

"I'm sorry son, I had no intention of upsetting you."

"I don't want to go back to Chicago, I can't trust her and I won't forgive
her, so don't ask me."

Milton moved over and gave Brad a big hug holding him to his chest.  "I
know son, it will take time for all of us but she is your mother and she
does love you and you love her."  Brad started to protest but Milton jumped
in.  "That is why you are so up set with her, because you love her and you
feel she had betrayed your love, isn't it?"

"Yes," Brad sobbed.

"I love her too and I feel the same way, that is why I had to take sea
duty, that is why I would never force you to live with her again."

"But..But you said I would see her soon."

"Yes I did and you will, but seeing is not living.  Look you brother and
sister are with Uncle Jason and your cousins.  I was a bit surprised she
was even there, it is your birthday and you are her son, I should have
anticipated this and prepared you for it.  I failed and I'm truly sorry for
that failure."  I took a few snapshots of the father and son embracing and
Milton kissing his forehead.  "Are you collected now and can we talk
together as men."

"Yes, sir." Brad reported with a mini mock salute and a bit of a smile on
his angelic boys face.

"I have another present for you Brad, this one involves Apollo and his
family too."  At that both our faces brightened right up, we thought we
knew what he was going to say.  Not exactly what we wanted to hear but
close and probably even better than we had imagined.

"I have been trying to find out what you wanted to do and how you wanted to
do it.  I also have been examining all the options, trying to consider what
was in your best interest, along with the best interest of your siblings.
At the same time I have been looking at my options.  One of which is
leaving the navy."

"You can't do that, you love the navy, you can't."  Brad blurted out.  I
just kept my motor mouth shut during all this, a real first for me, perhaps
I am growing up, a little anyway.

"No, I won't leave the navy, the thought did cross my mind but Plato talked
me out of it.  For the time being Martin and Sacrina are secure and seem to
like staying with Jason's family.  You however, have your schooling to
consider.  I know at 16 you think traveling the world with Apollo is
wonderful and it is.  I know you two think you are in love and I also know
love is blind and your hormones, this applies to both of you, are ragging
and hormone driven love is both blind and death.  Your best interest will
be served by furthering your education, and your parents agree with me," he
emphasized by looking at me.  "Linda will just have to pine in Montana for
your return."

"Apollo has a master class in Chicago and will probably pick up some
assignments there too.  That will take most of the fall up, anyway.  You
should attend you regular school until Christmas break and then move to
Bellingham.  The Bidis' will look after you until I get reassigned to shore
duty in the Seattle area.  Once I have shore duty, our family can be
together.  Plato and Aphrodite have agreed to this already, so has your
Uncle Jason."

Turning to me, "Apollo, I signed a modeling contract for Brad, Aphrodite
has it, I was not sure about this modeling stuff until I saw that poster,
it convinced me he had the body and you have the talent.  You and Apollo
will stay with Plato's cousin in St. Charles.  That too has been arranged.
You must promise to spend lots of time with Martin and Sacrina, and have
regular visits with your mother."

"I promise, we promise don't we Apollo?"

"Yes we sure do."

"But what about mom," Brad asked?

"Your mother is sick, Bradley.  I should have recognized it but I didn't.
She has some kind of mental illness.  She needs to get help and once she is
better then we can be a family again.  I feel like a big shit sometimes,
running off to sea and not staying by her and helping her.  The mental
health people and your uncles and aunts all feel I did the right thing.
Our fighting was adding additional stress to the situation and only driving
her further away into the clutches of that stupid cult.  I was very
concerned about you, but Ranger Jim wrote me a long letter after it was all
over, reassuring me you had not been badly harmed or sexually abused.  He
also warned me that you and Apollo were a bit closer then an
employee/employer normally are.  I had to see that for myself.  What I see
is a very positive situation and a loving relationship.  One I will brag
about to my navy buddies, one I can see is in the best interest to both my
older boys."

Milton reached out his hands and we each took one in our own.  I figured
that was about as affirmative a statement of our relationship we were
likely to get from him.  Brad was quite relieved.  I figured Plato had a
lot to do with his acceptance, but that is only speculation on my part.

"Apollo has about two weeks more in San Diego, I have 30 days leave
starting today.  You and I will fly to Chicago day after tomorrow so you
can get back to school.  We will stay with my sister in Berwyn until Apollo
arrives, which should be by the end of September.  I almost forgot Apollo,
don't you have another gift for Brad?"

I have several, one was a big kiss which I planted on his mouth, the second
was his modeling portfolio mostly nude and undie shots, which Milton
thought were quite well done, and a good hard fuck which I would give him
in privet.

It was some hard for Brad and I to say good by, even if for only a few
weeks.  At least we could e-mail and phone on a regular basis.  The condo
was sure lonely though.  I had hoped to pick up some assignments along the
way east, that did not happen.  I did have a chance for some reconnaissance
and to take a number of shots on spec.  The medium format is truly
wonderful, Ansel Adams, Apollo Bidis is on your ass.

My industrial assignments went well.  The ship yard purchased a number of
my shots and suggested a lot more work was to come.  The Veg. Coop was most
interesting.  I took the usual field stuff and then a large number of bench
tops.  I worked along side a video crew.  We were given direction by an art
director.  She was a short, overly rounded, fun person who knew just what
she wanted.  By working side by side she was sure to have good coordination
between the still and video images, yet each would be unique.  I would not
see how well things came out for some time however.  Perhaps this was an
opening in the advertising world.

My show openings were all well received.  I got to meet not only other
local artists but people who had interfaced with me or us. I met the photo
lab tech who made the poster and the salesman that arranged our suits.  A
journalist from the San Diego Daily Transcript recognized me and my name
from the Jonas affair.

He mentioned his paper had carried one of my syndicated shots and made sure
his readers realized this artist was also a minor celebrity.  I'm sure that
will not hurt sales.  Orval brought all his navy photo buddies to meet me,
some of them had already order stuff at Milton's suggestion.  Over all it
worked out quite well.  The lab tech introduced me to several big art
wheels in the local community who wanted to see my figure studies.  I
promised them a small collection ready by the year end.

The clothing salesman's name is Gary.  He works at Nrodstrom's, University
Town Center store.  He asked about Brad, showing great disappointment that
he was in Chicago.  It was quite obvious Gary was gay and Brad had made a
strong impression on him.  Brad must have turned him on and the way he was
giving me the once or twice over I must too.  "How does the suit fit
Mr. Bidis? Are you sure?  I will gladly arrange for a final, privet
fitting."

"Well Gary, see for yourself," I said taking the jacket off and slowly
turning around.  His hand brushed across my ass, keeping contact as I
rotated until his fingers lay over my crotch.  "Hum, perhaps a little tight
in the crotch, why not come by the store about 2 tomorrow and I can make an
adjustment" We shook hands and he departed.