Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2013 04:02:28 -0000
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: To serve my country chapter 4

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Written by David Spowart

Edited by J Matlock

"To serve my Country"

Chapter 4

"Bryce, what do you mean, gay?" dad asked, totally stunned; he being a
staunch republican with staunch republican views. "Exactly want I said Dad,
I am gay.  I am attracted to men...not women" I replied.  "But, Mary, and
there was that girl from Ohio" he spluttered out.

"Dad, they were beards; a false image...a lie" I said, with shame.  "But
you can't be" he added, looking betrayed.  "How could you choose this for
yourself?" he asked.

"Choose?" I started.

"Dad, I didn't choose to be like this.  It's Gods will" I added.  "Don't
blaspheme, boy.  God doesn't create this, the devil does "Dad, didn't you
teach me that God doesn't make mistakes?" I replied, keeping my cool.

"Shit, you could have been President" dad added.

"What do you mean could have?.  I won the nomination" I replied.  He now
was staring at Frank and my mother.  "Bryce, the party's stance on
homosexuality has always been the same; the right wing of the party wants
gay marriage made illegal again, they want the don't ask don't tell policy
reinstated" my dad went on.  "Son, as soon as they find out they will seek
a new candidate" he replied. "Bryce I have seen things similar when a
candidates past comes back to haunt them, they suddenly withdraw for health
reasons, or in other words they get told to withdraw for the good of the
party" he added

"Dad, do you want me to stand down?" I asked and got silence.

"Dad?" looking intently at him.

"Bryce, I love you, you know I do...but this could hurt you, and badly and
I don't just mean politically you could get killed by some whack job " he
added with concern.

"The question stands Dad; do you want me to stand down?" I repeated.  He
stood and walked over to the fireplace; the heat was pouring from it.
"Frank, what do you think?" he asked, looking at his long time council and
friend.

"No Dad, I asked you" I spat out.

"Okay son, you want my honest answer...Yes, I would advise someone in your
position to do just that.  But, since I know you and love you; and, I add
this ...respect you...no, son...fight.  It will be hard...almost impossible
even...you will have to convince America to set aside the fact that you are
gay and show your best side...the love you have for America..." My dad
spoke with passion.  The start of this conversation had gone badly...but
the love and respect my dad had for me won through.

"The convention is in just over a week.  Avoid the press as much as
possible, as if this set of photos is just a story.  Trust me, they will be
found" he added. "I am sorry this may embarrass you both" I said, looking
at both my parents.  "Don't start talking like you're ashamed," Dad said, a
bit defensively.  "Dad you were shocked when I told you, so your reaction
was one of shame" I replied.

"Shock son, shock never shame. .  I will not hear any self-deification, you
hear me?  You were not raised that way." he retorted.  I told you, I have
the utmost respect for you.  You have been a great servant for this
country, in uniform as well as out of it" he added.

"Don't get me wrong, Bryce; you have an almighty challenge ahead of you.
Even without this latest development it was going to be tough.  Is America
ready for a gay President?" he asked, not really wanting an answer.

"Dad, I am gay, but that is only a small part of me.  Was America ready for
Obama all those years ago, and he served 2 terms" I replied.

"Look son, I love debating with you, I always have; but I can smell that
dinner is ready" he informed us.  Frankly, this conversation could have
gone many ways; but the love that I have for my parents and the love they
have for me has reaffirmed my faith and understanding of both of them.
Having me followed on the other hand, I still need to address.

The meal was eaten in silence.  The odd little quip here and there between
my dad and Frank, but nothing significant.  "So Frank...the photos...who
did you hire" I asked, and again silence.  So I waited a short
while..."Come on Frank, I need to know what I am dealing with" I said.  "I
used the same guy I always did back then; but he's dead now...killed in an
automobile accident" Frank informed me.  "What of his files?" I asked.  "As
I said, I have them locked away" he repeated.  "Frank, Danny Logan has seen
these pictures, so who else had access to them?" I asked.

"Bryce, I honestly can't answer that, but I will make some discreet
inquiries" he added.  "I would appreciate that.  Now, Mom, all you had to
do was to ask me if I was having problems.  There was no need to go to the
extremes of asking your attorney to have me watched" I informed her.

"Bryce, sweetheart, I was worried, and boys tend to keep secrets from their
mothers; so yes, I asked Frank to check to see if you were having issues"
she defended.  "And when you saw those pictures, then what?" I asked, still
keeping my cool.

"Then, I asked Frank to keep it quiet; and if you were going to tell us
about the boy, then we would wait" she continued.  "So, why in the hell
didn't you tell me?" asked my dad.  "Dad, sorry, but this is about me and
my privacy" I butted in.

"Bryce, if I could go back and make better choices, I would; but I can't"
Mom said, with sorrow in her words.  "Was I ever a problem as a child?  Did
I give you cause to doubt that I could take care of myself?  Mom, I had
just won the senate seat, and I needed a bit of me time; and your choices
have now caused me a massive headache" I said, harsher than intended.
"Bryce, your mother meant well. Okay, her motives were misguided, and Frank
should have mentioned it, despite confidentiality" my dad said, looking at
his wife and his friend.  "But what's done is done.  We just have to handle
it" he added.

"Yes dad, I will. But I will after the convention" I began to say when my
cell went off.

"Hello, Bryce Noda" I said.

"Hello Bryce, can you speak?" asked Danny Logan.  "Ermm, yeah Senator, give
me a second" I said, sounding more professional for my parent's sake.
"Senator Logan.  I need to take this" I said to my Mom and Dad, and walked
into the hallway.

"Okay, we can talk" I said.

"So, have you told them?" he asked.

"Yeah.  Those photos?  Mom had me followed" I replied.

"You have to be kidding me" responded Danny.

"I only wished I was.  She thought I was in trouble of some kind, and had
my dad's lawyer hire a P.I. to watch me.  He took the photos.  He was
killed in a car crash a couple of years ago, so who knows who has copies
now" I responded.

"Shit Bryce, talk about you not controlling your family" he replied.

"Bryce, I hate to be the bearer of bad news; but I think the party chair
and senior members of the party know, well, at least that you have a past.
Don't know what they know, but they know something is brewing" he added.

"Yeah, when you let me know before the crucial vote, I guessed then that if
you managed to find them, and I won the ticket, that the party could follow
the same route.  And I am sure the Democrats have the same information" I
replied.

"So, what do you have in mind" he asked.

"Face it.  Face it and deal with it" I replied.

"I intend to inform the convention during my speech" I added.

"You have balls, I'll give you that, Bryce" Danny laughed out.

"I won't back down Danny.  They will have to remove me" I added.  "And what
would that say about the Republicans: Bigots, Racists, backward thinkers.
They won't want that.  I believe they will let me run, and if I fail, they
can say that they were forward thinking and tried" I replied.  "Yeah, it
sounds like us" he laughed again.

"You back in Washington tomorrow, then?" Danny asked.

"No, New York.  Back in Washington in a few days" I replied.

"Ohh, well, I am in New York now, and I will be until Wednesday.  You want
to meet up?" he asked.

"Danny, I don't know if that's a good idea right now" I replied.  I did
want to see him, and well, he is a good looking man, and he does stir
feelings in my soul.

"Bryce, I am a member of your party and willing to advise; so what do you
have to hide if we meet up?" he added. "Okay, but advise only, Danny.  You
are a complication I do not need" I laughed out.

"Tomorrow, so where about do you want to meet?" he asked.  "My home; you
know where I live, don't you?" I asked. "Good researchers Bryce, so yeah, I
know where you live" he sniggered. "It figures" I responded.

I ended the call and went back into the dining room.  "Problems Son?" dad
asked.  "No.  Senator Logan putting his name in the hat for vice, that's
all" I lied.  "Are you considering him?" dad asked, and the thoughts of me
using Danny Logan were very appealing.  "One of many Dad.  I will have
consultations with the party before deciding on who my running mate will
be" I replied.

The night moved on.  Frank said his goodbyes and my Mother and father
retired to bed.  I sat and wondered what the next few months would bring.
Would America accept a gay leader?  Would the party allow a gay candidate
to represent them?  I knew I would be a long shot without this added
complication.  But if I am to be a good leader, I need to be an honest one.
I know that sounds strange: an honest politician.  Almost sounds funny when
I say it.

Add Danny to the mix, and it's going to be a very bumpy ride.  Very bumpy
indeed.

I arrived in New York shortly after 5pm and left the secret service outside
after they checked my home. The officer stationed inside my home was
relieved by an agent, who sat out in the hallway as I worked in my office.

Knock! Knock!

"Senator Noda, Senator Logan wishes to enter your home" agent Scott
informed me.  "Scott, let him in; and Scott, you are my protector, not my
butler" I laughed out.

"Oh, and Scott, go take a break .  I am sure Danny Logan isn't here to kill
me.  I will ring you when he wishes to leave, okay?" I added, and he
acknowledged me and left.

Knock! Knock!

"Come in Danny" I yelled, and he entered, looking handsome and appealing to
any hot blooded male.  Okay, any hot blooded and gay male.

"So, what are you doing?" he asked.  "My speech" I replied.

"Any ideas who you are going to ask to be your Vice, yet?" he asked.

"Interested?" I asked.

"No.  No way.  I wanted to be in the big seat, not the puppies station" he
laughed out.  "I will work with you, if you want me to" he added.

"Danny, I don't know if I could work with you without being distracted" I
replied.  "Bryce, I am sure you can control yourself" he replied.  "What,
like you did in my hotel room, you mean?" I replied. "Okay, but I had lost
the nomination; and well, I needed a reward for all the hard work" he
replied.

"Exactly!  I need to be focused on this, Danny.  Don't get me wrong, I am
attracted to you.  But I need to be focused" I replied.  Even I didn't
believe what I was saying.

"Have faith in yourself.  If you need any help, and I mean any help, just
call me" he said.  "Coffee?" I asked.  "Yeah, sure" he replied.  I stood up
and walked towards the coffee maker.  He stopped me just before I grabbed
the jug.  He pulled me close and I didn't resist.  He planted his lips on
mine and that was enough; I was lost.  Danny had me; and I needed him.
More than I knew.


To be continued...

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