Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 22:06:43 -0500
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Flights of Angels-Chapter 5

Flights of Angels-Chapter 5

By Eff Del



Each human soul is a small bit of the great heart of creation and we move
through the universe for the single purpose of improving everything that we
touch.

We are intended to build not to break, to heal not to hurt, to love not to
scorn.

Everything we do, everything wrought by our hands or spoken by our voices
should be to help, heal and grow.

Songs are so much better than boasts just as lighthouses are far more
useful than churches.





The limo pulled to a stop near the door. I stood with Sean and Walter
watching as John hopped out from behind the wheel and jaunted around to
pull open the passenger door.



A smiling Uncle Phil stepped out onto the drive soon followed by Chris
whose handsome face bore a look that could best be described as 'shell
shocked'.



Phil took him by the elbow and shepherded him up the steps to meet us and
it was Walter who took the lead extending his hand.



"Welcome to our end of the state Chris. You remember Eric Tucker and his
son Sean of course? They'll be your hosts during your stay with us."



As we shook hands, I tried not to be too obvious in my appraisal but the
young man standing on my porch landing was exceptionally better looking
than I remembered him to be. The actual fact was, he was magazine model
gorgeous. I wondered how I had forgotten his attractiveness and I quickly
chalked it up to the emotional turmoil I had been going through as a result
of Sean's kidnapping and subsequent hospital stay.

To my total surprise I realized that my dick was getting hard as I stood
there looking at him. 'Well that's strange.' I thought to myself a bit
amused but not totally unhappy with my body's reaction to this fine young
man who was going to be my houseguest for the next several days.



"Chris, it's wonderful to see you again. Some of my guys will bring your
stuff inside, why don't we all move on out to the patio and have a drink.
Then,we'll get you set up in your room so that you can rest before lunch."



As we walked through the main house it was easy to tell from his expression
that he was beyond being impressed by the magnificence of Joyous Gaurde and
the implication of the wealth it represented. It was a well-known fact that
I was obscenely rich but Chris was only now beginning to get a glimmer of
just how rich I actually was.

The remarkable poise and self-assurance he had demonstrated during our stay
at the Lodge was beginning to wane as he realized just how far out of his
league he suddenly was. I was not allowing this to happen so that I could
gloat or impress him but rather to give him some impression of the wealth
and power of the organization we were going to eventually invite him to
join.



Shortly, we were all seated comfortably on the slate patio under the shade
of the porch overhang overlooking the lovingly tended wild flower garden.



We adults were sipping on wonderful frozen margaritas while Sean happily
drank his lemonade.



I noticed with interest that Sean had seated himself next to Walter and was
watching him fondly as we all conversed.

The boy had never had a full recovery of memory from the horrible events of
his kidnapping.Over time, little bits and pieces of half remembered
'things' kept creeping into his consciousness. He had feelings and emotions
that he couldn't explain. As an example, he had returned after the ordeal
with a fondness and attachment toward Walter that he had never displayed
before the terrible events up north. While he had no memory or other
knowledge of Walter's heroic actions that day high atop the fire tower, he
seemed to sense that the man had done something for him...played some
important role in his life and being Sean, he didn't question these
feelings, he trusted them and went with them.



Though Walter tried to present a persona that was stoic and careful with
any display of emotions, he could not hide the fact that he was pleased
with this new attention the boy paid him and occasionally during our
conversation he absently reached over and patted Sean's arm and shoulder as
he made some point in the discussion.



"Chris, I have it in mind that we all make this a very informal day. You
may want to rest in your room for a while before lunch or perhaps you'd
like to lounge around the pool though I must warn you... if you select the
pool Sean here will almost certainly try to connive you into roughhousing
with him so... if its rest you want, perhaps you should choose your room.
After we've had lunch, I'll take you on a little tour, and then you can do
whatever you'd like until dinner which Mrs. Edwards has already informed me
will be served at 7:30.

Starting tomorrow, I'm going to have you spend your time with Walter and
Phil so that they can explain some things we have in mind that we hope may
interest you as well.

Sean and I have a quick trip to Houston on Friday but we'll be back
Saturday and then I'd like to spend some time talking to you. How does that
sound?"



"Well Mr. Tucker...err Eric, it sounds fine but I've got to tell you that I
have no idea why I'm here. All I know is that my boss at the lodge told me
yesterday that I was to meet Mr. Regent...excuse me...Phil at the airport and
that I was to accompany him down here for a few days so...."



I stood up and clapped him on the shoulder.

"No worries Chris. It will all be clear to you in a day or two and I
promise you that it's all good. For now, why don't you just pretend you're
on vacation and enjoy yourself? I'll get someone to show you to your room."



"I'll show him Dad!" Sean was on his feet and standing next to us.

"Come on Chris, I'll take you up there and then we can go to the pool...you
don't look like you need no nap to me."

So saying he took the confused but compliant young man's arm and led him
back into the house.



With a guffaw Walter turned to me and said;"Seems to me that you should
give that boy a job as activities director around here!" After sharing in
the laughter, I turned to Uncle Phil.



"So how was the trip down here? Any feelings yet?"



"Not really Eric as he just told you if he has any idea what we're up to he
certainly is hiding it well but... I'll tell you one thing that may interest
you..." he took a long sip from his drink and then looked at Walter and
I."That attractive flight attendant you made certain we had was certainly
off the mark. She didn't do a thing for him. I strongly suspect Eric that
our young Chris bats for the same team that you do if you get my drift."
"Well, that's interesting." I managed to say as I felt a stirring in my
groin again. 'VERY interesting.' I thought to myself.



"Well Eric, since Phil and I aren't officially working on him until
tomorrow, we're going to head up to the 'office' and plan our assault on
that unsuspecting young man." Said Walter. "We'll see you at dinner."



Draining the last of my drink, I unconciously licked my upper lip enjoying
the lingering bite of the salt that had coated the rim of my glass as I
headed in to my study to call Captain Lucas my pilot.



After ensuring everything was set up for our flight on Friday, I
decided that I would wander over to the pool and see if Sean had indeed
gotten his way.



**********************************

As I was turning around the hedge approaching the pool area I heard Chris'
voice exclaiming something that I couldn't quite make out and this was
followed by a splash.

Sean's voice sounded in an exclamation which I also didn't understand
followed by Chirs' voice again;



"The summersaults were perfect but now we've got to work on your entry
Sean. That was too sloppy, you made way too big a splash. Watch me."



I stepped onto the patio just in time to see Chris hop backwards off the
board. His body executed two complete summersaults and then entered the
water head first cleanly with just the minimum splash.

As he broke back to the surface smiling he caught sight of me.



"Hi Eric! Uhm...I hope you don't mind...Sean insisted that you two always swim
this way."

I suddenly realized with a flash that the gorgeous young man was absolutely
naked.Although I was initially surprised, I decided at once that I didn't
mind at all.



"No, not at all Chris. Now that Sean has let you in on our little secret...I
only hope that you're comfortable and that the little con man didn't coerce
you into skinny dipping."



"Oh gosh No Eric! This is my most favorite way to swim. I'd do it all the
time if I had a nice private pool like this...and Sean tells me you've also
got an indoor pool that you use during the cold weather. I can't imagine
how wonderful that must be."



He was climbing out of the pool as he spoke obviously not in the least bit
shy over his state of undress.



"Sometimes I think I'd rather be in the water than anyplace else on earth."



"Well, then you'd fit in quite well here." I was trying not to be too
obvious as I accessed his attractive obviously athletic body while he
nonchalantly retrieved what looked like a gin and tonic and took a sip as
he sat onto one of the lounges.



"Can I freshen that up for you?" I indicated his drink. "I'm going to make
one for myself and then if you two don't mind I think I'll join you."



"That would be great." He replied as he offered me his almost empty glass.
I walked over to the poolside bar and fixed two gin and tonics. Handing one
to Chris, I placed the other on one of the poolside tables and proceeded to
remove my clothing attempting to appear completely casual. I turned in his
direction and noticed that he was looking at me without making any pretense
of hiding it. With a smile he said;



"Man am I jealous of you two with your all over tans. I sure wish I could
be naked out in the sun a lot more often. I've loved it since I was a kid
younger than Sean.

We used to live on the coast and my dad would take me on weekends to Arena
del Oro Beach. That's a beautiful little clothing optional sandy strip on
an isolated little bay and we'd both have all over tans after the first few
weeks of spring."



Still smiling he took a sip from his drink and then looked directly at me
and his face suddenly became melancholy."Mom would never come, she always
said people wouldn't approve but she never tried to stop us either she'd
laugh and call us her two nudies. Then when I was thirteen, Dad died
suddenly and we had to move up north to live with my Aunt Rita and my days
as a budding naturist were pretty much over.



"Dad! Dad! Chris is teaching me to dive." Sean in all his naked sun bronzed
glory was standing up on the diving board. "Watch this!" He turned so that
his back was to the pool and with a slight hop he was up and out and his
nimble little body executed two perfect summersaults just before he reached
the surface of the water and entered a bit off perpendicular creating a
large splash.

I turned to look at Chris who smiled at me.



"Man that's not bad! That's only his second attempt with double
summersaults and already his entry was significantly better than last time.
I wish I had learned that quickly!."



"Sean seems to have the ability to learn to do things very fast." I agreed.



"Yeah, not me. I had to train long and hard. I was on the High School dive
team and I was on the University team til I needed to make some money and
the job at the Lodge came along."



I found that I was enjoying his openness and the comfortable conversation
punctuated by the view of his slender but well-formed physique, was making
for what might easily have become a pleasant lazy afternoon. This was not
to be however because there was a 12 year old in the water wanting
playmates.



"Dad...come on in! You haven't even got wet yet!" With a grin and a shrug I
put my drink down onto the table and plunged into the pool.

Gliding underwater, I came up to his legs. Placing one hand on his left
foot and the other on the cheeks of his ass, I burst to the surface hurling
him into the air and away into the water amid squeals of delight.



Chris soon joined us in the water and we spent a pleasant time rough
housing with a little boy who was thoroughly enjoying the attention he was
receiving.

Eventually,I glanced at my watch and realized that Martha would just about
be expecting us for lunch and so I strongly suggested that we get out of
the pool.



As we stood side by side rinsing off under the showers in the pool house, I
took the opertunity to look Chris over again and realized that I found him
to be incredibly sexy.  Almost at the same time,I became aware of the fact
that he was looking at me as well. Our eyes met and a warm smile spread
across his handsome face.



Lunch was served out on the patio. It was nothing particularly fancy. It
consisted of cold buttermilk fried chicken, Martha's secret German potato
salad, an iced salmon mousse to spead on thin slices of whole wheat toast,
a mixed greens salad and thick slices of beefsteak tomatoes marinatedin red
wine vinegar and olive oil topped with a chilled slice of fresh mozzarella
cheese. Desert was a tangy Italian style lemon ice with thin cookies.

It was totally delicious and perfect for a warm summer day.



After eating we walked casually through Joyous Gaurde as Sean and I gave
him a tour of the grand old place with the exception of the South wing
which he would be spending most of tomorrow and Friday in as he met with
Walter and Uncle Phil.

He particularly liked the game room and of course the indoor pool. He was
properly impressed with the trophies and awards displaed in the trophy room
as well as Sean's personal alcove.



 "Now Chris, let's give you a quick look at the property. Sean, why don't
you drive us in  your new ride?" The little boy flashed me a huge smile and
ran ahead to the parking lot.

One of the things I had given him as a birthday/adoption present was his
very own golf cart. Well, not just any golf cart of course...I felt like I
had many prior birthdays to make up for and he also became my son that day
so I wanted him to have something very special. I'd had a stylish Garia
Monaco 2 plus 2 customized a bit further than normal to make it very
personal for him.

 I'd had the carbon fiber body painted the same red as my Jaguar F type
convertible. The hand stitched leather upholstery was the same as the Jag's
and I'd had the initials "SMT" stitched elegantly into the dash leather.
I'd chosen the twin bucket type seats option for the front rather than a
more standard bench seat.

At a top speed of about 18-25 MPH it was hardly a sports car but for little
boy just turned 12, it was a damned neat thing to have.

Everyone knew that I called my Jaguar the 'Red Cat' and it was John who had
jokingly called the newly arrived cart 'Sean's red kitty'.

The name had stuck and I'd been compelled to have "Red Kitty' painted on
the nose of the sleek little electric vehicle.



When I'd given it to Sean, he had burst into tears and I was afraid
something was terribly wrong but it turned out to be 'happiness overload'.
That day had been just too much for the poor little guy and despite the
fact that his surprise party was still going on, I'd wound up carrying him
up to bed by 8 o'clock that night.



He'd slept soundly until 10AM the next day. The very first thing he'd
wanted to do after breakfast was take every one of us; me, John, Martha,
Walter, the Professor and Phil for rides around the grounds in his new
cart. Fortunately, it seats four and so only two trips were required.



Sean was waiting behind the wheel as Chris and I approached and I indicated
Chris should take the front seat next to Sean and I hopped into one of the
rear facing back seats and we were off.



I had Sean first take the path that led out to the far east side of the
property. It was there that Uncle Phil lived in his luxureous condo like
apartment isolated from the main house. He occupied the top floor of
building A and now Barry had moved into the apartment on the ground floor.
Across the clearing was an identical building, Richard would soon be moving
into the ground floor apartment and I hoped (if he accepted the position I
would be offering him) that Chris would be moving into the top floor
apartment very soon.



Walter had an apartment in the main house of Joyous Gaurde as did Martha.
John lived very happily in the large apartment over the garage building and
it seemed that for the foreseeable future at least, Dr. Swaim was happily
entrenched at Fish Camp.

As we drove past the two 'condo' buildings I began to wonder about future
housing needs for key employees. I knew that there was an empty 65 acres of
land adjoining the northeast of the current estate and I made a mental note
to look into purchasing it.

I knew that Andy lived in a small house near the equipment garages isolated
to the north of the property but the time was coming soon when I'd need to
be appointing a younger man as official Groundskeeper and he would need a
place to live. I filed those thoughts away for future consideration.



As he turned the little cart sharply around in the paved lot between the
two buildings Sean leaned over to Chris and  said;



"Now we'll head over to the shootin' range and the gun shed then I'll take
you to Fish Camp. You'll love meetin' the Professor. He pretends that he's
a teacher but he's REALLY a wizard...you'll see."



Because my seat was facing the rear, I didn't see Chris' facial reaction to
that statement but I had to fight not to chuckle out loud. Silently I said
to myself; "

My wonderful imaginative little boy...my son. God how I love you!"



*********************

As we returned from our little tour of the property, Sean set the brake on
the 'Red Kitty' and excused himself. During our visit to Fish Camp, the
Professor had reminded him that since he and I were flying to Houston on
Friday, he'd need to do extra work on two assigned projects and present
them to the big man tomorrow.

I admired the fact that Sean never tried to wheedle his way out of any of
his responsibilities even when there was something more interesting to do.
Rather, he accepted the fact that there was something that needed to be
done and did it.

I'd been wondering lately if this was part of his nature or a work ethic
that was taught to all NEST kids. If the later were true, then I was forced
to mentally add yet another check mark in the 'positive' column for the
Nestwell-Turnbridge Academy.

My anti-Nest campaign was getting more and more complicated the deeper I
looked into it.



I invited Chris to follow me down to the library for a drink and perhaps a
little conversation and he accepted with a quick smile.

As we were crossing the parking area, we spotted John waxing a sleek black
car.



"What a sweet looking old Camaro!" Chris exclaimed. "Is it part of your
collection?"



"Oh no! The black beauty there is John's. It's his pride and joy." It was
the same car that John had owned and driven me home in that long ago day
when we had first met and he'd rescued me from the hustler at Arnie's Pool
Hall. He kept it in immaculate shape occasionally making further
improvements on it. I'd often secretly wonder how much of the car General
Motors would recognize by now.



 "Hi John." I greeted him as we walked by. "Got a hot date tonight?"

He looked at me with an uncharacteristically sheepish grin and answered;



"As a matter of fact, yes I do. She's a great girl. I've been seeing for a
while now and if this keeps up, I guess one day I'll have to bring her
around here and introduce her to the family."



"I'll look forward to meeting the woman who manages to tame you John." I
was smiling sincerely at my friend.



"Oh,but you've already met her Eric." He replied. "Jenny has worked part
time for Martha for about a year now while she's earning her teaching
degree."



"Jenny? Pretty little Jenny? That sweet nice girl is going out with a big
bozo like you?"



 He grinned from ear to ear



"Yep! Go figure eh?"



"The word is that you shoot a mean game of pool John." Chris interjected.



"I've been known to pot a ball or two Chris." John replied as he waggled
his eyebrows at me.



"Maybe we could play a game sometime." The handsome young man half asked.



"Anytime Chris. I'd love to. But now guys.., I've gotta get this wax off."
with a smile he turned back to his work and we crossed the pavement and
into the house.



We were seated in two of the big old leather arm chairs in the library. I
was sipping single malt on ice and he held a Jack Daniels and water.
'Damn!' I'd thought to myself 'when the Professor learns this is his
preferred drink, I'll never hear the end of it.'

After a small comfortable silence he spoke first.



"You know Eric, I hadn't realized Sean was your son when you two were up at
the lodge. Somehow I was under the impression you were his guardian or
something like that."



"Well, Chris when we first met you that was correct I was only his
guardian." I then proceeded to briefly lay out the manufactured 'history'
we had created to better explain Sean's relationship with the Tucker
family. I was privately amazed at how easy the story was to tell and how
much sense it made as I told it.



Pointing to the large painting I'd had newly installed over the fireplace I
said;



"That's one of Karen Harris' paintings. The child is Sean when he was about
three or four years old."



Chris was running his index finger around the rim of his glass staring at
me contemplatively.



"You really love that little boy don't you?"



"With all my heart and soul Chris. I can't imagine life without him ."



"Do you ever let anyone else into your life Eric? Someone just for you?
Someone or something that doesn't also center on Sean?" I blinked at him a
bit taken aback.



"I'm not quite certain what you mean." He smiled at me and raised one
eyebrow as he took a long pull from his glass.



"Permission to speak freely sir?' he said with a grin and I chuckled
loudly.



"My friend Commodore Tipton would love you! Permission granted."



"Well, Eric, as bright and charming and loveable as he is, Sean is still a
little boy. You on the other hand are a grown man. A very personable and
attractive man I might add. A man has certain...needs that a little
boy cannot or at least should not fulfill and a man should be able to pour
out his passion his...needs... with another adult...someone who fully
understands and can reciprocate in kind." I suddenly felt a great heat
around my temples and suspected that I was blushing furiously. At the same
time I felt the familiar hot arousal between my legs. I was caught
completely by surprise and I just sat there staring at him like a complete
fool.



He obviously mistook my silence for anger or rejection because he blushed
from embarrassment. I was in enough control to note to myself that this
only served to make him more attractive. He placed his drink down on the
side table and half stammered;



"I-I'm so very sorry. That was forward and uncalled for. I was WAY out of
line...I'm so sorry... I...I suppose I'd better leave." He started to rise
from his chair and I quickly thrust out a hand to stop him.



"Wait Chris! Please sit down. You're very right. It's been almost five
years now since I've had even a brief adult relationship...at least one that
took place when I was sane and sober. I've been such a mess...so lost since
my family died. It was Sean and his love that saved my life and I'm only
getting back to normal so much so that I...well, it's just that hearing that
from an attractive young man like yourself... for a moment it almost sounded
like an invitation and..."



"What if it was an invitation Eric?" he was leaning forward now looking at
me with a hot intensity. I was suddenly more flustered than I'd been in a
very long time.



"Well Chris...such an invitation wouldn't go by unconsidered and it would
certainly be immensely appealing but..."



"But perhaps should be issued and considered at another time." He rose from
his chair. "I think I will take advantage of the couple of hours before
dinner and go up to my room to rest." He'd reached over and laid a hand on
my shoulder leaving it there lingering for a few moments. "I'll see you a
bit later Eric."

He left me sitting alone in the library with wildly conflicting emotions.
This handsome young man who spoke so tenderly and wisely was hardly more
than a child himself. At 21 he was only two years older than Kyle would be
had he lived but he had spoken to my almost as an equal and I believed had
offered to share himself with me if I would do the same for him...a beautiful
man child who had unquestionably offered himself to me. I was stunned,
pleased, excited and confused...most certainly confused.



**************************



Dinner had been a wonderful success and I remembered how much fun it could
be with a large group of friendly interesting people gathered around the
big dining room table.



Chris was delightful company and to my relief our conversation in the
library was neither mentioned nor alluded to. In fact, I might have been
able to convince myself that it had never happened had I not caught him
looking at me intently at moments when he obviously thought my attention
was elsewhere.



It was agreed that he would meet Walter and Phil for breakfast at nine the
next morning and would be spending the next two days with them. We all made
plans to meet for pre-dinner drinks in the library tomorrow evening and I
let them know that Dr. Swaim would be joining us as well.



 That night I lay in bed running my fingers through Sean's silky black hair.

 He was kneeling between my legs tenderly kissing my balls and taking
teasing kitten like licks at my raging hard cock.

The little boy had become quite adept at teasing me unmercifully before
taking me into his mouth and skillfully granting an increasingly expertly
executed release.



"Chris is neat huh?" he spoke softly while still concentrating upon my left
testicle.



"Yes he certainly is little man."



"You like him don't ya?"



"Yes, why do you ask?"



"Cause I'm pretty sure he likes you too."

"Why do you say that Sean?"



"Oh, the way he always is lookin at you Eric."



"Does that bother you Sean?"



He sat straight up and stared into my eyes.



"No Eric. It don't bother me. I know there's things...specially sex things
that you won't do with me. I think you should be able to do that with
somebody and Chris is nice...I think he'd be nice to do sex things with."



I was stunned but I also had to admit my own feelings and I certainly
needed to be honest with him.



"What if I did do that sometime...have sex with someone else like Chris? How
would you feel about that Sean?"



"I'd be happy silly. I want you to be happy Eric. I know you try alla time
to make me happy...I want you to be happy too."



"Even if I did...sometime have sex with someone you're the one I love. It
wouldn't mean anything like that...it's only you that I truly love...I..."



"I know that too silly!" and with that his warm hot lips closed around the
head of my cock and I sucked in my breath in a gasp of pleasure.



We were both coated in a patina of sweat as we lay sleepily in each other's
arms. Our pleasure taking and giving had been extraordinary tonight and we
clasped each other in a state of contented exhaustion.



"You're the love of my life." I whispered huskily into his ear. "I've never
loved anyone like I love you."



"Me too." Was his soft reply and moments later he was sleeping.



      *******************************



The flight to Houston had been pleasant. Captain Lucas had greeted us both
warmly and asked Sean if he'd like to be up in the cockpit for take-off.
Sean had looked at me with wide questioning eyes and with a laugh I'd told
him of course he could before he'd even actually asked.



About twenty minutes after we were airborne Sean returned and sat next to
me. He was vibrant with excitement and happiness. I hugged him to me and
said;



"How long before you're asking me if you can take flying lessons?" He
flashed me a large 'Sean smile' and answered at once;



"Just as soon as you think I'm old enough Dad."



"Well when things settle down a bit, I guess we'll have to look into that.
Remind me to talk to Captain Lucas next week OK?"



"Kay!" He leaned against me and rested his head on my chest and we spent
the rest of the flight snuggled together that way.



I had forgotten that Sean had never seen the Houston penthouse and smiled
as he ran around exploring I enjoyed each of his funny little exclamations
of discovery.



"Boy Dad, you sure got some way cool houses!" he nearly shouted.



"WE sure have some cool houses." I corrected him. "Guess what? You haven't
seen half of them yet, but you will...I promise." He smiled and hugged me
warmly and I held him closely.



"Now Sean, I've got to leave to pick up the boy from the NEST are you
certain that you don't want to come with me?"



"N-no Dad. I just don't want to go to that place at least not now....is that
OK?"



"Of course it's OK son. You can wait here. You know where everything is and
how to turn everything on right? I'm just sorry there's no poll in this
place...when I bought it I didn't know Aquaman was going to be living with
me."



He released me from his hug and assumed a humorous muscle man pose before
saying;



"It's OK Dad I've got my book I'll be fine."



I bent down and kissed him.

"Great, I won't be long I promise."



***************************************



As I walked through the doors I couldn't help wondering if young Jack had
changed much. It had been almost seven months since we'd been together and
I remembered he'd seemed on the verge of a growth spurt. After meeting with
Mr. Coleman the director I signed the necessary temporary custody papers
and in answer to his question I replied that my time with Jack was open
ended at this point. This posed no real problem as I essentially had
purchased his entire contract term seven months ago.



"And may I enquire how is Sean?" Mr. Coleman asked in a simpering voice.



"My SON is quite well thank you Mr. Coleman." I replied curtly. Before any
further uncomfortable conversation could occur there was a knock at the
office door. The Director bade the visitor enter. The door opened and there
he stood.



He didn't seem to have grown very much but if possible he was more
stunning. He was wearing his hair a bit longer which offset his square jaw
wonderfully and his emerald green eyes danced as a smile crossed his face
when he saw me.



Impulsively he ran up to me and embraced me warmly causing the officious
little director to clear his throat audibly.



"Oh, cool it Mr. Coleman!" I snapped. "I'm happy this boy is as glad to see
me as I am to see him. Hello Jack." I smiled at the exquisite red head.



"Hello Eric! I knew it! I knew you come back to see me again. I'm so happy
you're here!"



"Well Jack, we're not staying here. We'll spend the night at the penthouse
and then you're coming home with me for a while. Is that OK?"



"OK? It's GREAT!"



"Then let's go." I hefted the small travel bag he's place by the door. From
its weight I suspected they'd packed him no more extra clothing than they'd
done for Sean when I'd picked him up. 'Oh well' I thought 'Jacob Struthers
will love it and besides, it's probably time to get Sean re-sized as well.
Summer is almost over.'



I turned the car over to the valet and Jack and I entered the elevator.



"Well Jack, if you don't mind my saying so, you certainly haven't gotten
any less handsome. You're as beautiful as ever."

He beamed with pride and reached into the collar of his shirt drawing out
his lovely emerald pendant.



"All the guys were so jealous when they saw this. You know Eric, I'm 16 now
I'm not such a little boy anymore."



I reached out and mussed his hair.



"You've only JUST turned 16 and you're still a little boy to me Jack...a
beautiful wonder boy but still..."



We arrived at the top floor and with my arm on his shoulder we walked to
the penthouse door. I was wondering out of curiosity if he and Sean knew
each other. To a certain extent they must I assumed.



"Well, here we are again I said as I swung the door open. Jack took two
steps in and stopped abruptly. In the center of the room Sean stood equally
frozen, eyes wide mouth agape.



"Rufus!"



"Tadpole!"



They were in each other's arms instantly and I was the one frozen in place
with his mouth wide open in surprise.



(to be continued)



Next time there'll be some movin and shakin at Joyous Gaurde.

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