Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 03:27:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master and the Mate - Chapter 16

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"Maybe Kirk or Bill knows something."  Kyle suggested and Ryan immediately
rang them from his cell phone, but neither had any idea where Mark could
be.  Within minutes Bill came running over to the 'Gardie' to keep Kyle and
Ryan company.  The hours seemed to stretch out.  Finally a car pulled into
the marina parking, with Mark in the back seat.

"Holy Shit!"  Bill cried in disbelief, recognizing both the car and its
occupants, "I can't believe this."  All three by now were up on their feet
looking ashore, not sure whether to feel relieved or angry.

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Master and The Mate - by Deepdiver

CHAPTER 16 - A Tug of Love

Mark had the taxi take him to Bill's family home.  As he approached the
front door his stomach felt like it had a mass of caterpillars thrashing
about.  After the second ring a middle-aged woman answered the door.

"My word, what happened to you, young man? Do you need help?"  She asked,
truly concerned for the youngster standing before her, because of the
wounds that Mark had sustained during the bashing.

"Yes, I do need help, that's why I came to see you - could I please come in
and speak with you and your husband?"  Mark asked nervously, feeling
somewhat unsure of himself.

"Surely, please come in and have a seat, I'll fetch my husband." The woman
went towards an open door and called down to the basement.  "Richard, we
have a guest, can you please come upstairs."

Richard came up the stairs mumbling to himself, wondering what kind of
idiot would visit a decent family so early in the morning.  When he saw the
beaten boy awaiting him, his jaw fell open.  Mark politely stood and
extended his hand to both his hosts.

"My name's Mark Benning.  You don't know me, but I do know your son."

"Our son no longer lives in this house."  Bill's father said emphatically.

"I'm aware of that, Sir - that's what made me want to visit you.  You see
I've only just got out of hospital after being severely beaten by a group
of my classmates.  They beat me up because they thought I was a homosexual
- I can assure you that I'm not.  However, I want you to know that I am
living with a homosexual couple."

"Oh shit!"  Bill's father interrupted, "more of this gay crap."

"Sir, please hear me out.  My parents were recently killed in a boating
accident, and I was rescued by a middle-aged man.  He saved my life and
tried to save my parents and when I had nowhere to go, he took me in.  He
happens to be gay and lives with another beautiful man who has also been
more than kind to me.  Through them I have met your son and we have become
very close friends.  Please keep in mind that I am not homosexual and all
three of these men have been very loving, helpful and respectful of me.  I
have spent several nights talking with your son for long periods because I
couldn't sleep.  He is a wonderful human being and he has helped me
enormously to cope with the death of my parents."

"Oh my God," said Bill's mother as she began to weep.

"I am very sorry for what has happened to you, but as far as we are
concerned, Bill is dead to us."  His father asserted painfully.  His wife
covered her face as she heard this and began to sob harder.

Mark looked firmly at Bill's dad as he replied: "I lost my family.  Your
son has become the older brother that I never had.  He and the couple I
live with have become my new family.  I had hoped that I could return
something to Bill; he cannot bring my parents back from the dead, but I was
thinking that if you could just see what hate has done to me, maybe you
would realize that Bill needs your love and is miserable without it.  Did
you know that he'd attempted suicide after you rejected him?"

When Mark uttered that last sentence it was too much for Bill's Mom and she
began to moan and cry very loudly.

"The same man that saved me, saved him, well he and his partner convinced
him to not give up - that there was purpose to life.  Please keep in mind
that I am not gay.  Can you imagine what its like to be born homosexual and
taught your whole life that being gay is evil and perverted. Wouldn't you
hide it and try to change? Suppose that you went through your adolescence
trying to be what you aren't, but couldn't.  When you finally realize that
you can't change and get the courage to admit to yourself and your family
what you really are, your reward is condemnation.  Bill has tried to be the
heterosexual son that you wanted; he really tried because he loves you
both.  Why is it so hard for you to accept him as he is?  He is the same
person you loved since he was born.  If I were his parents, I would be
proud to call him my son."

Mark had said what was on his mind and got up as if to leave.

"Wait!  Don't go just yet, let me get you something to eat and check your
bandages."  Bill's mother said.  His father just sat in his easy chair
looking down, on the verge of tears, but not knowing what to say.  Finally
he looked up at Mark, looking him in the eyes.

"Where did such a young man like yourself learn to speak that way?  At your
age I was still a babbling idiot."  Bill's father said, trying to
compliment the young man.

"Well, a good bit rubbed off from my parents and the good education that
they have provided me, but I am here more from what I have learned from
Ryan and Kyle, the two men I live with, who are always helping others.  I
just want to be more like them.  Not gay of course!  If Bill could give me
back my parents he would; I just hoped I could give him back his."

"Is Bill alright?"  His dad asked and his mother stopped what she was doing
to hear Mark's response.

"Physically Bill is fine, but he's been terribly depressed.  He really
needs your love and understanding."

"We can't bless a sinful and perverted life-style."  Bill's dad retorted.

"I didn't mean that you have to condone his life-style, but surely you can
love him as a person.  He is the same person that lived with you for so
many years."  Mark responded.

They argued back and forth expressing objections and even outrage, but
slowly Mark's personality and patience began wearing down Bill's Dad and
his resistance slowly faded.  "You know, if you did accept Bill, you would
also be getting his younger brother who's straight!" Mark grinned as he
tried another tack

Finally Bill's mother spoke: "Dear, this poor boy, who has been beaten
severely has come by himself on a mission to reconcile us with Bill.  It is
not right that he leaves here without us willing to reconsider our
position.  How is it that he, a stranger, has come to love and appreciate
our boy, and we who have loved him all these years are not able to accept
him?  It hurts me to think that I may never have grandchildren, but the
only thing that I ever really wanted is for Bill to be happy."

"My kids are going to need grandparents some day and remember, Bill and I
have become brothers, Can't you find room in your hearts for both of us?"
Mark pleaded.

Now it was Bill's father's turn to cry.  "I never wanted to send him away.
I just thought this was some crazy rebellion or fad and that if I was firm
he would come around.  I never really wanted to lose him."

"Well, if it weren't for two queers risking their lives, Neither I nor Bill
might have been alive today."  Mark said.  Bill's mother insisted on
checking Mark's bandages, even those under his shirt; which he resisted.

She persisted though, "If you want me to be the grandmother of your
children you had better act more like my son and get that shirt off you so
that I can clean and dress your wounds."  After breakfast, they allowed
Mark to visit Bill's room which was as he'd left it.  They found his photo
album and sat together while Bill's mom explained each of the pictures from
when he first came home from the hospital until around his eighteenth
birthday.

As Mark told Bill's parents about his own mom and dad and the accident they
also shared some of their fondest memories raising Bill.  No one had an
inkling of the time that had passed.  Finally, Mark said he'd better be
going and hoped that someday they would visit Bill and himself at the
Marina.

"I think today would be a good day to visit.  We can drive you back and you
can show us the way."  Bill's dad insisted.

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When Bill's parents got out of the car, Bill remained frozen.  He didn't
know what to make of the situation.  Ryan and Kyle were relieved to see
that Mark was alright, but had no idea who the couple were that had brought
him home.

Bill's mother held her arms outstretched towards her son.  "Bill, Bill I
love you!"

Bill leapt ashore and ran into his mother's arms.  Tears ran down his
cheeks as be began to comprehend that they had come to take him home.
Bill's father stood watching his son embrace his wife.

"Got any of the hug left for me?"  He finally said, and Bill opened his
arms to include his dad.

Mark just said "Hi" to Ryan and Kyle as he began to head toward the galley
to get something to serve their guests.

"Do you mind explaining to us where you were all day?"  Ryan asked.

"Oh, sorry.  I thought you would have guessed that I would be about my
father's business." he said quoting the little bit of scripture he knew.

"Mark, we need to talk."  Ryan said.

"Can it wait until after I introduce you to Bill's parents?"

"What?" said Kyle.  "How the hell did you pull this one off?"

Bill brought his mother and father aboard the 'Gardie' and introduced
everyone.  Ryan offered Richard a beer and in spite of the stare his wife
gave him, he accepted.  Kyle thought, 'this guy is going to love my dad.'
Mark served an iced tea to Mary (Bill's mom).  Ryan and Kyle had been so
worried about Mark's whereabouts, that they had not prepared anything for
dinner.  Ryan suggested they all go over to Dominic's.

"Great idea, his ganolies are dynamite!"  Mark seconded the suggestion.
Kyle wondered when he had fallen out of the loop.

"Kyle, why don't you invite your father to meet us there as well and we can
make this one huge family reunion."  Ryan said.  Richard and Mary felt
somewhat awkward being invited out for dinner but Ryan explained that
Dominic's was a family restaurant and nothing fancy but great Sicilian
cooking.

"What's the difference between Sicilian cooking and Italian?"  Kyle asked.

"Sicilian pizza is square and thick and Italian pizza is round and flat!"
Mark sassed Kyle.

"Actually, it's like the difference between southern and northern cooking
in the states."  Bill quipped.

At this, Bill's Mom intervened: "Oh stop teasing him boys!  It has to do
with the spices and they use more meat in northern Italy and more greens in
Sicilian cuisine."  She explained.

"Where did you learn that?"  Richard asked looking blankly at his wife?

"It was on 'Emerrril Live.'" she responded and everyone laughed.

"Mark, can I see you in my cabin please?"  Ryan said authoritatively.

Both Kyle and Ryan led Mark inside the yacht while Bill gave a tour of both
the 'Mon Cheri' and the 'Gardie' to his parents.  On their way over to the
'Mon Cheri' they passed Kirk working in the machine shop and Bill
introduced him.

"You must be very proud of your son, he's a fine boy.  I hope my kids group
up to be just as responsible and friendly."  Kirk said ignorant of the
situation Between Bill and his parents.

"Thank you, Kirk.  We are proud of our son and with a hardworking dad like
yourself, I'm sure you will be just as proud of your kids, some day."
Richard said sincerely.

Bill couldn't believe his ears and wondered what sort of pixie dust Mark
had used to put this spell on his mom and dad.

Back in Ryan's cabin, Kyle was calling the police as Ryan began to explain
the situation to Mark.

"The police were here looking for you; and what do you mean going off
without any explanation?  Didn't you think that we might worry about you?"
Ryan said.

"Hello is Detective Dome there?"  Kyle asked the Desk Sergeant who answered
the phone.

"God, I only missed a couple of hours of class."  Mark protested.  "Aren't
you guys over-reacting a bit?"

"No Mark, they were here to talk to you about your parents' death; the
police suspect that it wasn't an accident. And we have been worried sick
about you!"

"What?  That can't be.  Who would want to hurt my parents?  There must be
some mistake!" Mark said as he began to tremble.

"Detective Dome, Mark is back.  He's just got home."  Kyle informed
Detective Dome.

"Mark the police were afraid you might be harmed and that got us all upset
thinking that someone wanted to do you harm as well."  Ryan said.

"I spoke to the detective just now.  He's relieved that you're back home.
He said he will be here tomorrow at 7 a.m. to see you.  He'll drop you off
at school after asking you a few questions."  Kyle said.

"Are you OK with that Mark?" Ryan asked

"What does he want from me?"  Mark questioned.

"We don't know, but perhaps you know something without realizing it that
can help them.  I'm sure he will have a series of questions and I hope you
will just answer them to the best of your ability."  Ryan added.

The three then went outside to the lower deck to await their guests.  Ryan
called Dominic on his cell phone to make reservations.

"Clare di Lunne."  Dominic answered the call.

"Dom its Ryan I want to make reservations for dinner tonight."

"Wonderful. Its on the house!"  Dominic said immediately and generously.

"Oh no, I have invited a group and its going to be on me."  Ryan insisted.

"OK, OK you pay for your guests, but you and the boy, what's his name?  Are
my guests."

"You mean Mark?"  Ryan interjected.

"Yes that's him, a nice kid, breaks my heart he is orphaned so young.  So
how many in your party?"

"Let me see.  There's Bill and his parents, that's three, Myself, Kyle and
Mark, that's 6, Kyle's Father, that's seven.  Yep seven all together."

"Who is Kyle?  Have I met him?"  Dominic asked curiously.

"Kyle is a wonderful guy," Ryan said making eye contact with Kyle as he
spoke.  " I hope you will like him, he is my partner," then corrected
himself and said, "he's my lover."  Ryan said proudly.

"Ryan, if Kyle's your lover then he will be my guest as well, I will not
accept anything less" Dominic replied forcefully.

"OK, if you're going to treat me, Kyle and Mark, then you must accept an
invitation to bring your family out on my yacht to go on a fishing trip
with us." Ryan negotiated.

"Ah, that sounds nice. But you know ...  Italian families can be rather
large."  Dominic warned.

"Well, maybe we can arrange it in small groups, as we can only take a
limited number at a time.  But you're all welcome."  Ryan insisted.

"You got a deal, but only if I get to cook what we catch!"  Dominic played
with his good friend.  "You know I will never forget that it was you who
saved my son's marriage, and now I have two grandsons thanks to you!"
Dominic said gratefully.

"Stop that, you don't owe me anything.  We will be there about 5 o'clock."
Ryan stated.

"OK, let me get off the phone to start preparing a special meal - I'll
choose what you eat tonight!"  Dominic said, excited that his good friend
was reviving their long friendship after so many months with no word.
Dominic was overjoyed.



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