Date: Sat, 5 May 2001 23:27:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Underground Angel-Above Ground-Part 3

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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.


Underground Angel: Above Ground by Zane Hunter- Green, Part 3

It was one of those spring days when everything went right. Well almost. Len
was modeling a strapless black gown he was hoping to wear to some party in
the village. I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was bulging out in
all the wrong places. He looked more like the before pictures, especially
with his five o clock shadow. Before what though I couldn't tell you.

As he was getting dressed out of his dress, the phone rang.

"Hello, oh hi sweetheart"

"Who is it" growled Len as he got his chest hair caught in a zipper. I
didn't even know that they made gowns that zipped in the front. Trust Len to
find one.

"It's Sascha, shh I can hardly hear him."

"Is something wrong Sash, you sound funny." I asked.

He said "no", but being sensitive to him I had a feeling that he wasn't
telling the truth, his voice sounded bright enough though.

"Yes, yes honey you can bring a friend home. What's his name?... Noah?... I may
be late tonight. I have to finish an ad for some cockroach spray. Yeah, it's
not too exciting, but I'll be home as soon as I can.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

 What was that? Oh that's just your Uncle Len. He's ahh stuck in his dress,
and needs my help. Actually he's giving me an idea for the ad. See you
later. I love you." I cradled the phone wishing that Sash were here instead.

As I unzipped Len trying hard not to rip out too many of his wiry hairs I
saw visions of cockroaches doing a strip tease. It was not a pretty sight,
but then I had to admit either was Len.

"Len."

"What Kurt?"

"I don't think that black's your color."

"Oh you poor, poor boy, of course not. Black isn't a color, it's a value. A
shade. I'm an artist remember. The first lesson I learned in Jr. High was
that black and white are not colors, even Sascha could tell you that. How is
my dear little boy? Did he get in trouble at school."

"No he just wanted to bring a friend home."

"He never gets in trouble does he, he's such a little angel. I wish you and
him would come to the party tonight."

"We can't, it's a school night."

"Oh yes, how quaint, school nights, poor Sascha, he actually has to go to a
school where he has to work. I keep telling you Kurt, that you should get
him out of that snob factory that you send him to, and send him to my High
School instead. It has a gay curriculum, the boy would be much happier, or
are you afraid he may find a boy his own age, and fall in love?"

"That has nothing to do with it, and you know it. I only want what is best
for Sash.  He's not old enough for High School. Listen I have to get back to
work."

"Those cockroaches again?"

"Yes, I need your mock-ups."

"They're finished, I went over to Lance's flat last night and there were
plenty of live models, if he wasn't so damn cute, I wouldn't put up with his
housekeeping."

"Why don't you invite him to your place?"

"Ahh, I can't tell you?"

"Why not?"

"Well because he thinks I live at your house?"

"WHAT with me and Sash?"

"No, my myself. He only likes me for my money, well your money."

"This is great Len, really great! And how do you explain that he's never
been in your house?"

"Because you're renovating."

"Renovating what?"

"Your kitchen, your bathrooms, your spa, your bedroom."

"I'm going to renovate you pretty soon, well start with that black velour
dress hanging down your legs."

"You really don't like it?"

"No."

"Who is the boy that Sascha is bringing home with him?"

"Noah."

"No wonder you're in a bad mood."

"Am not, I think I'm acting very maturely."

And so the day went until I twisted those dancing cockroaches into a
half-assed jingle. Finally I could go home and see Sash, and meet his new
friend.