Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2014 14:16:28 +1100
From: maxwell dowling <maxieplus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ask Me 4

Ask Me 4

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4

Adam and Rob were there and they only had eyes for each other; Conner
slapped Adam on the back, "Shouldn't you be at work buddy?" he laughed.

"I could say the same to you boss but I don't think they will even let you
in the joint looking like you do," he laughed back.

"Join us," Rob said.

"I see you and Conner are friends again," he nudged me.

Conner leaned over and said,

"I love him, he's my boyfriend and a shy little thing he is too," smiling
at me he kissed my cheek.

Adam screeched, "Awesome, how fucking awesome is that?"  He laughed and we
all high fived each other.

Ordering our light breakfast, Conner told Adam about getting rid of Steven.

"Oh boss, I'm so sad he's gone," he said looking into his plate like he had
just lost his best friend. I felt awful.

Then he laughed and said, "Double fucking awesome, I hated that prick like
no tomorrow, the pompous queen, I hope you don't give him a reference."

"No way man, he's up shit creek and if anybody rings they won't get a
verbal one either. I've been trying to talk Brent into applying for the
job, I reckon he would be ace at it," he fired back at Adam.

I thought, 'here it comes,' as Adam went quiet and got quite thoughtful.

He looked at me and said sincerely,

"Brent that's just so cool, I hope you are thinking about it. The plane was
so boring with sourpuss Steven on it, we couldn't be ourselves and the guys
in the band would be chuffed that Conner's friend would be on board. They
talk a lot of shit but quite often they talk about personal stuff that they
don't want to get to the press, it's the same for the VIP's it's hired out
for. I can't tell you enough what you being there would do, we could all
relax a lot knowing our stories won't be leaked. It's an easy job, you
dress casual most of the time and if there's serving to do, the boys and I
always pitch in. Please, please think about it, Rob and I would love to
join the mile high club in private." He blushed and looked at Rob who had a
smirk on his face.



"That's of course if I get to fly anywhere soon," Rob smirked again.

"You will hon, you will, you're frequent flyer points are adding up," Adam
said.

Wow that was a revelation, shit, what do I do now, I better think harder.

"Okay, he's thinking about it, there's no hurry as I can hire a temp to
take up the slack," Connor read my mind.

We ate exchanging jokes and stories and the more I see Conner in this
setting the more I love him. I was even watching the way he chewed his
food, it was like he was on stage and a concert was happening in his mouth,
I so wanted to join in.

Saying our goodbyes we walked back to the apartment building.

"You got everything you need babe?"

"Yes handsome, thank you for this, I can't even comprehend how much this is
going to change my life."

Little did I know what the future held.



He handed me the keys as I looked for his car and he said,

"This one, the BMW."

I looked at the faded burgundy paint on the car in front of me that was at
least twenty five years old, it's battered door and torn seats, then
started to chuckle.

"This car I can drive."

I chuckled more as I went and opened the drivers door then leant across to
unlock his.

He slid in and looked at me with the biggest grin on his face.

"She was my aunties car and a dream to drive, you thought she might be a
feisty new red car?"

I looked into his eyes; they held mine and I said,

"Yep."

"Hell no, not in the neighborhood I live in."

He was right, it was a dream to drive, I followed his directions and got a
park right out the front, a doorman opened his side and I locked it up.

"Good morning Mr. Conners, good to see you again."

"Good morning Dieter, it's good to be back, how's the family?"

"Great sir, all in good health and bleeding my bank account dry as usual,"
he chuckled.

Conner slipped a twenty into his hand and said, "Buy a lottery ticket
Dieter, maybe your luck will change," he laughed.



We were escorted to the lift and he even pushed the button for us before
winking at Conner and going back to his post. Connor was beaming, "He likes
you, don't be fooled by his everyday approach, he's security, ex-army. "

Instantly he leant over and kissed me, I responded by pushing him away
laughing, "Not here."

He looked sad then grabbed me again and said, "Why not? My lift, my rules."

I ignored that comment, as I don't want to know.

He then pulled my head around and kissed me again and this time I responded
hungrily, my tongue was playing a tune in his mouth.

Conner's accountant was in his mid fifties, glasses sat on the tip of his
nose and he looked the part perfectly, still pretty good looking and I
could see he took care of himself body wise. He shook both our hands while
his secretary took our orders for coffee which I might add was more like a
ladies luncheon than just coffee, the cakes were amazing.



I handed over my accounts and he looked at them while Conner fed a macaroon
to me.

"I love these things," he commented.

"Macaroons Con."

"Well I love them and I love you," he leant in.

"Conner, for gods sake not here," I flicked my eyes over to Mr. Prendergast
the accountant.

He looked up at me and said,

"If I was thirty years younger young man, I would be all over you like a
raging rash but I'm afraid my husband is the jealous type. I don't know how
Conner stands it, I would have you tied to my bed or desk permanently."

I was gob smacked but giggled.

Conner kissed me again.

"Okay what do you want me to do Brent, these bills are not really that huge
but I understand that they are big to you?" he smiled.

"I don't really know, I wanted to maybe combine them and repay at a lower
interest rate, if that's at all possible."

"Can I speak honey?" Conner asked.

"Sure baby, you know more about this than me."

"Well Ray, how about we use my special account to clean them up and let's
say no interest rate. Brent can direct deposit whatever he can spare once a
month, that way we don't need a lot of red tape and the payment of the
accounts would be instant."

"Okay Conner, very doable, Brent you happy with that?"

A tear almost fell from my eye as I stared at Conner, Ray handed me a
tissue box.

"That's a yes Ray," Conner said smiling at me.

"Sorry guys but it's been a long struggle, thank you Conner," I smiled
weakly.

"I've offered Brent the flight attendant job Ray, Stevens is history, at
last," Conner said.

"Thank fucking Christ Conner, what took you so long?"

"I wanted to give him a chance to redeem himself Ray, you know me, I hate
sacking people but he crossed the line badly on this one and I had to let
him go."



"Well Brent, what's the answer because I can get the ball rolling ASAP on
this and it would be awesome having you on board. We could gossip about our
boss and you could tell us secret men's business. John my partner is good
at those things and you will have a ball with him aboard, he's a good cook
too."

I looked at Conner and my mouth was moving but no words would come forth.

"Babe you okay?"

"Yes," I got out.

I kissed his mouth and for some reason I will never understand myself said,

"Yes, when do you want me to start?"

He was very quiet for a few seconds, his chest heaved and he let out a
noisy throaty sound, swallowing deeply he looked into my eyes and I could
see the wetness.



"Thank you, I could kiss your beautiful feet for saying that, I've been so
worried about you and had just about exhausted my resources trying to find
some way of being with you all the time."

He pulled himself closer and whispered in my ear, "I love you so very much,
please stay with me for a very long, long time."

"I will my Conner but we still have to talk and thank you for offering me
the job, it couldn't have come at a better time."

"The job comes with a ten percent signing bonus," Ray said.

I looked at him like he was mad.

"What?"

"The job Brent, it's not just an attendant's job, it's the company's image
that's important and by the looks of you it will be in good hands and you
both have to ring John and come for dinner soon, that's a must do, no
arguments son."

Conner leant over and grabbed his backpack; he pulled out the Ipad box with
my name still on it and put his fingers to my lips.

"You will need this for work, we need to be in touch twenty-four seven,
compliments of your commander, welcome aboard," then he kissed me again.



I had accepted his generosity because I knew if he had to go overseas for
months at a time I would just die and because I can't let that happen, I
truly loved him.

I sat with Ray for the next hour and filled out employment forms while
Connor chatted with the people working in the outer offices, he was very
animated and did something I was amazed at, with perfect pitch he sang some
of, 'Bring it on' to the various secretaries and mail couriers, someone had
put a disc in the player.

I had moved from my seat to hear him better and when he was applauded he
smiled at me and winked, he then lifted the platter of cakes off Ray's desk
and handed them out.

"I've never seen him so happy Brent, keep it up, whatever your doing he
deserves a bit of happiness," Ray whispered.



I wondered what he meant by that comment but thought I would ask later,
maybe I will ask Conner.

"I didn't want to take the job because I thought people would treat me like
Conner's current fuck buddy instead of just me," I replied.

"No chance of that ever happening Brent, I'll give you a clue, the people
that Conner trusts call him Conner, the rest call him Rick, that's the way
you will be able to tell who is your friend and who is your foe," Ray said
out of Conner's earshot.

"Now, are you ready? I have to go by my place and get some clothes, I'm
running out," Conner said.

"Okay, whereabouts in Prahran is your house?"

"Off Chapel Street, I'll direct you," he said smiling forever.

I groaned, boy have I fallen in headfirst.



"Conner you know I don't want all of this don't you?"

"Yes babe I do but I want so much for you to be a part of my life, I get so
lonely on tour, hotel rooms are my pet hate. Now let me introduce you to
Helen, she is the 'go to' person for you, each week she will email you the
flight schedule and it will tell you how many customers on each flight,
meals, drinks and such. You leave it up to Helen If there's anything you
need out of the square, ring her and she will organize it for you. All you
have to do is make sure the cleaners have done their jobs, put the food in
the warmers, keep the beers cold and chat to the customers when they board
and alight. There are no shifts over eight hours long but if there is, you
may have a layover for a night but you are never booked into a cheap
hotel," he smiled. "Is this too fast for you babe?"

"No Conner, sounds pretty easy to me and I think I'll cope," I laughed.

"Well there's also one other thing, when I fly which is a lot, you stay
with me always, no argument," he said taking my hand and kissing it.

I thanked Ray, shaking his hand but he swatted it away and hugged me
instead. All this was done behind closed doors and I noticed the office
staff called him Rick or Mr. Conners only, while Ray called him Conner.

Helen is a big girl with a personality to match, she showed me a normal
schedule then ran through the check list, but said on the weekend she would
make time to go into more detail if I would make myself available for a
couple of hours. She said she will ring me and then she started putting
appointments into my Ipad, I was going to be busy. She also said I would
start training on Monday and it's six hours each workday for three weeks
and because I already have a medical background they will just do a verbal
and transport will be organized.

I thanked her. She made it sound pretty easy and there wasn't really much
for me to do.



We drove for fifteen minutes through Richmond and across the Yarra River
onto Chapel Street, a mecca of upmarket designer stores.

"We have to hit the shops too sometime, that's what the signing bonus is
for and you must get some work clothes."

"Uh?"

"Brent there is a uniform that you have to wear when certain Government
VIPs are flying but mostly you can wear upmarket jeans and shirts, casual
stuff. A lot of the VIPs are designers, soap stars and rock stars so they
are always preened to go out in public, they always look top class so in
keeping with the company image you and the flight crew have to look
special, like stand out. Of course the flight crew have uniforms by law but
you don't have to," he chuckled.

"I insisted Steven wear his uniform all the time, it was my little gag on
him."

"Am I doing the right thing Conner?"

"Of course babe, wait you'll see and it will be so much fun. While I'm in
town all you will be doing is flying from city to city with mail and maybe
a movie star or politician or two, but when my European tour starts in
September we will fly to Japan, London, France, Germany and I think Russia
but I'm not sure yet, it's early days."

"Oh and when it's just me and you flying, the uniforms will be jockstraps,"
he laughed.



We pulled up outside a pretty normal single fronted cottage in one of the
backstreets. We jumped out of the car and he unlocked the chain on the
security gate, then ten steps to the front door, opening it he took my arm
and led me in first.

"Wow!" Was all I could get out, what a beautiful place.

Two bedrooms and bathroom on the left and a wide hallway led to a large
kitchen, family room with large bi- folds opening to a small garden filled
with flowering bushes. It was neat, compact and roomy all in one.

"This is great Conner and you lived here as a boy with your aunt?"

"Yes babe, this is where we lived and the council flats at the end of the
street were my playgrounds, I have wonderful memories of growing up here."
He looked far away as he fingered a beautifully framed photo on the
sideboard, my guess it's a photo of his aunt.

"Okay enough of this, do you want to go shopping today or another time?"

"Maybe when the shock wears off Conner," I said as I leaned in and kissed
him.

"Well Ray will have cards couriered out to your place tomorrow so we can do
it after you get them."

"Cards?" I lifted my brow.

"Yes hon, your company credit card that you use to order emergency stuff
and a personal card with your money and wages in it. I have to go into the
studio tomorrow and I will probably be going in each day for the next three
weeks but it's only to oversee the finished tracks and I'm going to be
working on a special project while I'm there so we can find time to go
shopping, if not, I can just ring Adam and he can go with you, he's got
great taste."

"Do you want me to stay here?"

"No Brent, I like staying with you and I think we should get all that's
happened today behind us so you can settle in a bit, I certainly don't want
to change your whole lifestyle in one day. Maybe in a couple of weeks you
might like to move in here and I get it baby, I really do you know," he
kissed me again.



I stood looking at my boyfriend in awe then said,

"Thank you."

He took my arm and whispered, "Wanna see my room?"

"Yep."

An hour later I dropped him at the studio, then went home.



The last official thing I did that day was ring Sally at the agency and
tell her I was unavailable for work. She was thrilled I had got a permanent
job; it was her dream to be a flight attendant, she was happy and by the
throbbing of my ass, so was it, sort of.

I cooked us a casserole for dinner, Conner almost ate the plate as he loved
home cooking and told me his favorite meal was fish and chips, a very
popular Friday night meal of most Australians. I will work on it but it's
been awhile since I bought some.

That night Conner sang me some of his new songs then played the demo CD,
they sounded so different.

"I made this for you today, it's all my hit songs sung the way I intended
them to sound, but unfortunately or fortunately my producer thinks
differently."

He handed me a jewel case with two CDs in it so I placed the first one in,
by the time I got to the fifth track I was leaking tears.

"Why don't you release these albums? I sure as hell would have bought one."

"Because those are Conner's, the ones in the stores are Ricks, they keep
the wheels oiled."

"Well can't you release them as Rick Conners unplugged and call it 'Just
Conner', you will sell a bomb?" I asked.



As he was about to answer, a loud clap of thunder exploded in our ears and
we both jumped, it had been raining off and on all evening but I suppose we
are now in for a drenching. Conner pulled his legs up under himself and
grabbed a cushion; I could see he was uncomfortable.

"You don't like the thunder?"

"No Brent, I loathe it."

I moved to his side and put my arms around him, he was actually shaking
like a leaf, he wasn't cold just frightened.

Taking his hand I walked him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed
before hopping in myself then I pulled the blanket over us and we just
cuddled.

During the night I awoke, the storm had gotten worse and Conner was nowhere
to be seen so I pulled my underwear on and started searching for him, he
was gone. When I returned to the bedroom to get dressed I heard whimpering,
it was coming from the wardrobe, I opened it and found him, he was asleep
but curled up in a ball making crying noises.

I sat on the floor next to him and just put my arm across his shoulders and
he immediately stopped making the noises. Another clap of thunder woke him;
wide eyed he didn't notice me but held on. After an hour the storm finally
passed as sunrise was beginning.



He woke up and looked around and when he realized I was next to him he
said,

"Thank you."

He was exhausted so I got him up and back into bed, leaving him to sleep
for a few hours.

I have seen this type of behavior several times before, in fact I was
taught about this in my training. Several cups of coffee later and Conner
appeared showered and looking like a delicious rump steak.

"Good morning babe," he kissed me and then poured coffee. "I've got a small
gig to do this morning then the studio, I should be home around three and
we can go shopping then if you like." His face was red and his hands
shaking.

"That's fine baby, no arguments from this corner," I said as I took his
hands across the table. "But maybe instead of shopping we can just sit here
for awhile and talk about your abuse."

His eyes flicked from side to side, his hands unlocked mine and he darted
around looking for his guitar.

"It's here babe and your backpack is next to the door but finish your
breakfast first, please don't run."

"Who fucking told you, who have you been fucking talking too?"

"No one baby but I know I'm right." I was shocked at his reaction.

"I got to go, I'm late, see you later, it's none of your business." He was
out the door before I could stand to hug him.

God have I done the wrong thing? I know now he has had some sort of abuse
in his past. I decided to look on the Internet for any clues but there was
nothing, absolutely zilch. His history stated he was brought up in Prahran
in the council building then moved to his aunt's place when he was six
years old, there was nothing about his parents or his family. He attended
Ripponlea primary school then Prahran elementary and he left at the age of
sixteen to pursue his singing career. There was no sign of anything out of
the ordinary.



So I began to juggle my search, 'council flats Prahran boys abuse'.

I trolled through the stories and didn't see anything familiar. Wiping my
eyes I made more coffee then I entered 'Wilson abuse Prahran government
housing'.

The third story down was about a small boy that was taken from the flats
after being abused by his parents. He was locked in the hallway cupboard
for days on end, his father would let him go to the toilet then put him
back. When he was found by social workers he was half starved and in a
catatonic state and had been sexually abused by the mother and
father. There were no more details but the family name was Wilson, the name
he originally had given me, Conner Wilson.



My heart was overflowing with pain and love for this little man, what
chance did he have? Those cunts should have been burned alive. I got very
angry but after a few moments there was a knock on the door. I rushed to
answer it and there was a courier with a large envelope for me, my cards I
suppose. It was, I signed for the package and placed it on the table.

Then I rang Adam, "Hi Adam do you know where Conner is performing this
morning?"

"Hi Brent, yes he's at the shelter till twelve, he teaches the kids how to
play the guitar."

"Sorry babe we didn't have time to talk this morning, he sort of rushed
out, which shelter?"

"Over in Prahran at St Matthews in High street, everything okay?"

"Yes sure, just wanted to catch him for a quick lunch, I will see you later
and thanks."



I got a cab from the city to St Mathews hoping and praying the traffic
would disappear, it seemed to take forever.

Walking around the side of the church I heard Conner singing so I took a
deep breath and opened the rectory door. Conner was sitting in the middle
of about eight young boys of all ages ranging from five to sixteen, there
was a priest sitting over to the side so instead of disturbing him I crept
over and sat next to the father.

I listened to his voice, it was crisp and full and the song was simple but
sad sounding, Conner did it justice as he sailed through the verses. When
he finished, the boys hugged him one at a time and I could see tears in his
and their eyes.

Conner looked up then and said,

"Excuse me for one minute guys."

He walked over to me, put his hand on my cheek and said,



"Thank you for coming Brent, Father can you tell him?"

"Conner I don't think it's appropriate, I don't know this man."

"Brent this is Father Thomas, Father Thomas this is Brent, now you know
him."

We shook hands and Father said,

"The famous Brent hey? How much do you want me to tell Con?"

Conner looked at me, tears leapt from his eyes and he said,

"All of it." Then turned and went back to his small class.

Father sighed deeply then held my hand. "Follow me son."

He took me to a small office in the antechamber.

"Please sit Brent, I want to know how much you know about Conner's past
first."

"Not a lot Father, I think he thinks someone told me but I assure you no
one did. He was very agitated overnight when the thunder storm was
overhead, I found him in the wardrobe shaking with fear, I'm a nurse and I
have seen those signs before and more than once," I said.



He looked at me and nodded towards the door.

"So have I Brent, it's closer than you think, excuse me a minute."

He walked out the door and after a couple of minutes he came in nodding.

"Sorry Brent but I needed to talk to Conner, he said he thought it might be
your training when he had cooled down, he also said for me to trust you."

I nodded.

"What I'm about to tell you, very few people know about, the people
involved are already long dead. When we found Conner, I, god forbid, prayed
he would die peacefully; he was suffering like no other child I had ever
seen in my entire life. His eyes were already dead, his body slowly dying,
his will to live had long deserted him. That poor little soul was so small,
so lost and so alone.



For all his six years of life on this earth he was abused, mentally and
physically by two drugged up people that I wouldn't call human, they were
both animals. If a neighbor hadn't heard a child screaming in the night,
children's services would never had been called and he would have died in
that closet. I was called to the flat to give him his last rites." He took
a deep breath and my tears were pumping out of my sockets, I couldn't even
begin, even as a nurse, to comprehend Conner's agony.

"You want me to stop?" he asked.

"No," my bottom lip quivered.

"He was admitted to the Alfred hospital's children's ward and after about a
week or two he started, out of sheer desperation to respond to medicines
and the child psychologist that was seeing him every day. In the meantime,
children's services had found his only living relative, his aunty Beth and
it was revealed she was a nurse at the same hospital, working as a casual
in the emergency department."



I gasped as the realization overcame me why we had connected so easily, my
arms resting on my knees and hand covering my face, I was trying to pull
myself together.

"I will stop there Brent, his story gets better but I will leave that for
Conner to tell you."

"Those boys have been abused haven't they?"

"Yes Brent, in one way or the other, he gives them hope son and he let's
himself be himself here. If he wants to cry, he cries and if he wants to
get angry he gets angry but he never does anything but encourage these
lads, if he could, he would adopt all of them."

"I see, thank you Father," I said and shook his hand then wiped my eyes.
Walking out into the hall there was only Conner, the boys had gone.