Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 18:47:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Re: UnderGround Angel-13

Underground Angel: Part Thirteen by Zane Hunter Green

This story is copyright by the author. It can not be placed on a for pay
site. It is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor
characters, and is intended only for a mature audience. Comments are very
welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com Flames will go up in smoke. I
would like to thank my two friends for inspiring me as always with their
stories. I also want to note that it is disgraceful that real children come
to any harm in this world. Children are our future. In a story however every
character is just a reflection of the author, all of these characters are
just part of my own imagination, and I am a wise enough reader to realize
the same is true with each story I read so gratefully from other writers.



As I limped along I watched Sash shine in the glow of my flashlight. The
pain in my groin lessened as my anger grew. Sash was a boy with a book in a
box, a blind father, and a guardian that had harmed him in the past. I did
not believe his story about the living book, but if it was so important to
him I was ready to go to the ends of the earth for it, and believe me that
is exactly what I felt like we were doing. I had heard rumors of the caves
aligned with the subway system but if I weren't in them now I would not have
believed the tales.

The one amazing factor besides Sash of course was the fact that there was
real estate in Manhattan that was almost uncharted. I was starting to miss
the crowds of everyday life. I missed sunshine too. That man could ever live
underground was an oppressive thought however if the earth ever got too hot
this then would be our retreat. Sash was doing fine with the ace bandage
covering his ankle and was walking steadily in front of me. I appreciated
watching the graceful movements of his perfect ass; I could have walked
forever following it. He was turning me into a very one-tracked man.  If I
must tell you at this point things were going very well considering. There
was no sign of Yarrow, and fortunately he had seemed to be on his own
without his thugs. I reached in my pocket and fingered my Army knife as a
comfort.

We finally arrived in a limestone grotto. I could hear water running behind
us.

"It's here Kurt, my box." Sash sang out.

"Let's get it, and get out of here Sash, this place gives me the creeps even
without rats."

"Look Kurt, I know that you hate rats and I asked them to stay away, but if
anything ever happens and you need to find me I'll send you a rat to
follow."

"What do you mean Sash?"

"Just a feeling that I have."

"Well stop having your feelings, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to
you."

He reached up and kissed me, then he went to a hidden spot on the floor and
lifted up a brown shawl, under my flashlight detailed was a gold box. He
opened it and inside was three books.

"I thought that there was just one book Sash."

"There is but I'm not a fool. I knew that Yarrow would take it if he could
so I borrowed two books from Sam, he has books that look as old and no one
but my Father and I have ever seen the living book close up.

Sash gave me one book to hide under my shirt. He took another, and left one
in the box which he proceeded to close and place back again."

"So which is the real living book Sash?"

"I'll give you a clue. It's not the one still in the box."

"Clever boy. You never cease to amaze me."

Yarrow was still nowhere to be found. If I had half of Sascha's brains it
would have worried me.

It didn't seem to take as long getting back to the buried hotel. It was as I
had last seen it. Sam greeted us and proceeded to lead us inside."

"He had another old Gentleman with him and I can only use that word, as he
had old world manners and dress, very shabby but he seemed somewhat
familiar.

"This is Partellis, he thinks he can dismantle the bomb."

"There's no need, the bomb was a dud."

"That's lucky for you then." Sam said.

Sash was watching us wide eyed. He was much more at home than I would have
been. I could tell that he spent his life dealing with adults, out of
curiosity I asked him.

"Sash, do you have friends your own age?"

"No Kurt, I never knew anyone younger than twenty."

"Well that explains why you talk like an adult. Don't you want friends your
own age?"

"I'd be afraid they would laugh at me, I'm kind of quaint aren't I?

"You should know boys to hang with, have you ever played baseball or gone
bowling, or skated?"

"No, I was trained to be a reader, I took lessons in reading and singing
since I was two, then the sciences. I never had time to play"

"Well that has to change Sash, you have never had a chance to be a child"

"I don't think I would know how to be one, is it okay if we change the
subject? Besides I have fun, being with you Kurt and what we do is lots of
fun."

"Foreplay is not the same type of play Sash, I will have to teach you to
play."

Sam interrupted us to show us the bathrooms.

"After you are comfortable we will dine, you wash up now" he said.

I was starving, but I had to go earlier and had marked the caves with my own
piss, Sash had too. I could understand how it was for the homeless now. I
would never turn my nose up again. Until there were portable homes, life was
not easy for so many, especially the street people that I barely looked at
before I met Sash.

Sam showed us into the bathroom and my eyes opened wide. It looked exactly
as the men's room would have looked at the turn of the century " This
tearoom is the sunken garden, in my day all the best subway tearooms were
called the sunken gardens." Sam instructed.

"This one is very sunken Sam" I stated.

"Ah yes the best was at Times Square, we used to called that the Toilet room
of all Tearooms. What was nice is the others in those days, is the others
really thought we meant real tearooms, those places of gossip that never
served alcohol so the ladies would gather there for their tea and pastries.
We used our own code name Tea rooms for something else"

"Yes Sam, I know exactly what you mean from first hand experience."

"Do you know your Gay history Kurt?" asked Sam.

"What is this a quiz?" I know about Stonewall and I have marched in a few
parades I'd like you to know." I said.

"Do you know who Alan Locke and Carl Van Vechten was?"

"No, who were they?"

"They encouraged gay writers of my day, kind of like some enlightened people
are doing now on the internet."

"You know about the internet down here Sam?"

"Of course!  I'm connected to the phone lines above. Right now I'm waiting
for Teglin to finish Why Not Me and start his next story. By the way if
you're going to shepherd your young preshun. You had better learn your gay
history."

"My preshun?"

"Sascha, is your preshun, or punk, or lamb, that's what gay boys were called
in my day. You would be a wolf or a jocker my friend. Sascha is a very
special one so you owe it to him to learn your past. You didn't get to
living these freestyle lives on your own you know. In my day I would have
been arrested for privately doing what you boys do publicly today"

"I know, and I want to make life even better for Sascha."

"That's my boy! Just for that after dinner you get back your favorite
bedroom."

"It must have a history too!"

"Indeed it does, it was modeled after the most famous boy brothel in New
York, even has the original chamber pot under the bed."

"But there was never a boy serving there like Sascha."

"No, indeed there wasn't. You found one of a kind."

I couldn't wait until dinner was over to show Sash that!