Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 14:07:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Stevens <rustynail920@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Direction of Happiness - Part 4

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IN THE DIRECTION OF HAPPINESS - PART 4

Chapter 10 - L.A.'s Finest

  The hold over in San Francisco was short and without
incident.  Seated next to me on the flight to Spokane was a
man, probably in his late forties, and dressed in business
attire.  He was quite handsome with blond hair and brown
eyes, yet his face wore a permanent look of concern.  I
introduced myself and he told me his name was Brad
Sloane.  A detective with the Los Angeles Police
Department, he was in route to Spokane to attend a seminar
discussing the rising incidents of hate crimes in the United
States.

  Detective Sloane is a 25-year veteran of the L.A.P.D. and
was only recently assigned to the hate crime task force.  He
requested the new assignment after a recent attack at a
Jewish Childcare Facility in the San Fernando Valley.  He
was shocked by the viciousness of the attack and the hatred
that motivated it.

  Surprisingly open with me, Brad clearly explained the
widespread epidemic of hate crimes sweeping America.
Being a white, middle class male, I have never been part of
any minority group targeted by crimes of intolerance, so I
hadn't realized just how serious the problem had become.
Brad explained that target groups not only include obvious
ethnic minorities, but also foreign tourists visiting the
United States, Gays and women.  In addition, mistrust of
the government, fueled by the extreme voices of ultra
conservative religious and political groups, has given rise
to a new brand of hate attacks.  The bombing of the Federal
Building in Oklahoma City by Timothy McVeigh clearly
illustrates the depth of depravity some groups and
individuals have reached.

  Targeted groups vary across the country.  In Los Angeles
the most dramatic rise has been against Jews and Gays.
Brad explained how economic conditions are often a major
factor contributing to violence.  Living all of my life in
California, I have witnessed the prejudice aimed at
Mexicans by the majority white population.  Because of the
proximity to the Mexican border, and the ongoing problem
with illegal immigration, poor economic times always give
rise to the false belief that Mexicans are stealing jobs that
rightfully belong to 'Americans'.  I have never personally
witnessed violence against Mexicans, but I've been
saddened to hear friends and even family members
contribute to the prejudice.

  Most alarming to Detective Sloane is the increase in Neo-
Nazi groups, and the availability of hate based propaganda
over the Internet.  The conference would deal with both
issues.  Eastern Washington, Idaho and Montana have seen
a dramatic increase in 'survivalist' and 'skin head' groups
that are heavily armed and, in some cases, pose a very real
threat to society.   There would be speakers at the
conference that have dealt first hand with these groups and
Brad was very anxious to hear what they had to say.

  We also talked about my business.  Brad's hobby is
gardening.  He and his wife own a small home in the San
Fernando Valley and want to plant a lawn and landscape
the front yard.  I could see pride written all over his face as
he told me his ideas for a vegetable and flower garden.  I
told him that I would be happy to answer any of his
questions regarding the project, especially the installation
of his sprinkler system.  Too many homeowners don't give
enough thought to the varying water requirements of plants
when they install their irrigation system.  Too late they
realize that certain trees are intolerant of the amount of
moisture necessary to keep their lawn green and they waste
considerable money trying to keep their prized trees
healthy.

  I liked Bard and admired what he had chosen to do with
his career, so I volunteered to help him out.  We exchanged
phone numbers and made plans to get together when we
returned from our trips.

  Brad had some reading he wanted to finish before we
landed, so I closed my eyes and began thinking about my
upcoming week with Mark and Barbara.  I had mixed
feelings.

  Of course I was excited at the prospect of being with
Mark.  I had missed him so much.  Our frequent phone
calls were never enough for me.  Not a day went by without
him occupying my thoughts.  I couldn't tell if it was love or
addiction.

  Yet I was apprehensive about the visit.  I instinctively
knew something was going on, but had no idea what it
might be.  Barbara's reluctance to explain over the phone
set me on edge.  I was trying to prepare myself for bad
news and prayed that everybody was healthy.  The family
had already endured so much emotional conflict and
heartache.  The last thing they needed was additional
trauma.

  In spite of my apprehension, I was becoming increasingly
excited about the visit.  When the pilot announced that we
were on approach to Spokane International Airport, I
actually had butterflies in my stomach.  I knew that Mark
wouldn't be there to greet me.  Barbara had explained that
he was working on an important personal project for her
father and would probably not arrive home until evening.
She assured me that she, Patrick, and Melissa would be
anxiously awaiting my arrival.

   As the plane taxied to a stop, Brad reached over and
shook my hand.  He cheerfully bid me goodbye and told me
how much he was looking forward to getting together.  I
responded in kind and made certain I put his phone number
in my wallet.  As I watched him walk ahead of me, I felt a
strange sense of destiny.  Somehow I knew that my
involvement with Brad would involve more than the
installation of a sprinkler system.  As we entered the
terminal, he looked over his shoulder and smiled at me.  I
waved goodbye.



Chapter 11 - A Birthday Party

  "Uncle Stevie, Uncle Stevie," a voice called across the
crowded terminal.

  I looked up and beheld a sight that filled me joy.  Running
between chairs and dodging unwary travelers, was Patrick.
His face was lit with rapture that only children possess.  He
was carrying a large bouquet of Chrysanthemums.  As he
approached I dropped my bag, just in time to catch him as
he flew into my arms.

  "Hi Uncle Stevie, look what I grew, just for you."

  The flowers were beautiful.  Large brown, burgundy and
yellow 'mums' mixed with baby's breath.

  "I can't wait to show you my flower garden and my
pumpkins.  Dad bought me rabbits, did he tell you?  Isn't
this weather great?  Did you know we had a small
earthquake last week?"  Patrick never gave pause for me to
answer any of his excited questions, but that was fine.  He
was as excited to see me as I was him.

  As I put him down he took hold of my hand and together
we walked across the crowded room.  I spotted Barbara
standing next to a tall column near the back of the lobby.
She looked stunning.  Her auburn hair fell across her
elegant shoulders and her beautiful green eyes were
sparkling.  When our eyes met, I was treated to one of her
radiant smiles.  Barbara looked happier than I'd ever seen
her.  Her embrace was filled with tenderness and love.

 Melissa was standing slightly behind her mother.  She has
Barbara's smile yet there is sadness in her blue eyes. I had
only met her one other time.  She had arrived in California
at the same time Mark and Barbara made the decision to
move to Washington.  Of course the family all told her all
about me, but in reality, I was a stranger to her.

  After collecting my luggage, which Patrick insisted on
carrying himself, we walked outside toward the multilevel
parking area.  I was surprised to see the amount of snow on
the ground.  Probably five or six inches had fallen during
the night.  Patrick was in his element.  He told me all about
the storm and how unusual to have this amount of snow so
early in the season.  He had already melted the snow that
had accumulated in his rain gauge and informed me that
.56 of an inch of precipitation had fallen.

  Leaving the airport, we headed north through downtown
Spokane.  The Williams' home is in Deer Park, a small
community north of the city.

  I was very impressed with their home.  Only four years
old and in excellent condition.  The 2,100 square foot house
features three bedrooms with two full baths and a large
study.  The focal point in the spacious living room is an
attractive wood burning stove.  The stove sits on a hearth
made from Mariposite, a beautiful and uncommon stone,
quarried in California.  Behind the stove is an oak mantle
that Barbara had lined with photos of the family.  I was
surprised to see a framed picture of myself displayed with
the others.

  With the exception of the study, I could see Barbara's
touch throughout the house.  Tastefully furnished, it looked
like a model home, yet comfortable.

  A quick glance told me that Mark had decorated the study.
A gorgeous wooden bookcase sat against a wall, paneled in
golden oak.   Mark's antique desk sat in front of a window
overlooking the garden and decorative pond.  Mark collects
wooden, hand-painted duck decoys, and they were placed
throughout the room.  A handsome brass oil lamp sat on the
corner of his desk with topographic maps nicely framed on
one wall.  A beautiful oil painting of Bobwhite quail,
exploding in flight out of an autumn meadow, adorned the
wall behind a convertible sofa bed.  Yes, this was definitely
Mark's study and, I assumed the room that I would be
sleeping in.

  Once settled, I joined Barbara in the kitchen and we drank
rich strong coffee.  Both children were dispatched to their
rooms to complete homework assignments, which allowed
Barbara and myself time to talk.  With some hesitancy I
asked her what she and Mark wanted to talk with me about.
She was silent for a few moments.  When she resumed
speaking, she reached across the table and took my hands
in hers.

  "Steven, I'd like to wait for Mark, if you don't mind.
Please don't worry.  There isn't anything to be concerned
about.  We've made a very important decision that involves
you, and in fairness, Mark should be here."

  Right away her face brightened and she squeezed my
hands tightly.

  "We have a big day planned for you tomorrow.  Patrick is
so excited about your birthday.  He has planned a party.  A
few friends, mostly nursery customers, and my parents will
be dropping by to meet you.  We've told everybody about
you and how I came to be involved in your business.

  This is supposed to be a secret, but let me give you a
'heads up' about something.  Patrick and Melissa baked
your cake and Mark plans to make homemade ice cream.
You know Mark; he's just like a kid himself.  He is as
excited as Patrick is.  After the party my parents will take
Patrick and Melissa to their home to spend the night.  We
will take advantage of that time to talk."

  "That sounds really fun Barbara.  I'm glad you invited me
here for the week.  I've missed you.  The three of us have
really come a long way, don't you think?"

  "Further than you know Steven."

  There was a far away look in her eyes when she said that.
Not a look of sorrow but reflective.  Once again I was taken
aback by the serene look that graced her face.

  "Steven, I'm happy.   All of my life I dreamed about being
somebody else.  I just knew that one-day I would be
famous and enjoy the love and respect of everybody.  I
imagined myself throwing great parties, eagerly attended
by friends and family, and always, I was the gracious
hostess envied by all the other women.  I've lived
vicariously through my imagination for so long, that I lost
touch with who I am, and in the process, hurt many people.
But Steven that has all changed.  I'm happy now.  I like
myself."

  At that moment Mark walked through the front door.  I
wanted to hear more of what Barbara was telling me, but it
would have to wait.  He took off his coat and hung it on the
coat rack in the entry.  He slowly walked over to me,
grinning from ear to ear, put his arms around my waist and
picked me up off of the floor.  Without saying a word he
lovingly kissed my lips then slowly put me down.  My
heart melted as I looked into those brown eyes.  Could it be
possible that he was even better looking?

  After a light dinner both kids were put to bed and the three
of us talked for hours. We talked about everything. We
reminisced about our years of friendship and we discussed
Barbara's role in my nursery business.

  Barbara was doing a terrific job.  In a very short time she
had not only set up the nursery, but had developed an
impressive clientele.  Mark was curious about Gary and
Dan, and wanted a detailed account of what they were
doing.

  Throughout our conversation, I sensed an undercurrent.
Not at all unpleasant, yet something was being deliberately
left unsaid.  I couldn't tell what it was but knew it had
something to do with the reason I was there.

  I was getting tired and we decided to call it a night.
Barbara walked over to me and kissed me gently on the
lips.

  "Goodnight Steven, it's wonderful having you here with
us.  If you get up first, just turn on the coffeepot.  It's
already set up.  By the way, happy birthday," she
exclaimed.

  Sure enough, it was past midnight.  After Barbara left the
room Mark walked over and sat next to me on the couch.

  "Stevie, sit with me for just another minute or so."

  "Mark, I'll sit with you for the rest of our lives if you'd
like."

  "I'd like that sweetheart.  Did Barbara tell you anything
about why we asked you to come up here?"

  "All she said was that I needn't worry, and that we would
talk tomorrow night.  She also said that the two of you have
made an important decision, and it involves me."

  "Do you have any idea what that decision is?"

  "No, but I'm thinking it must have something to do with
the nursery.  I'm hoping that Barbara still wants to be
involved.  You know she is making a lot of money for us."

  "She works hard and loves every minute of it.  I'm very
proud of her.  I'm sure you can tell how happy she is."
Mark looked genuinely proud of his wife.

  "I can.  She started telling me about her newfound
happiness.  I can sense that you are both happy, Mark."

  "We are Steven.  My reasons for happiness are different
than Barb's.  I don't want to say anything more about that
right now, but I will tomorrow.  We are planning to
celebrate your birthday, twice.  Did she tell you about
that?"

  "No.  Only that there will be a party tomorrow afternoon
and that the kids will be spending the night at her folks
house."

  "And that's when the real party begins.  I need to warn you
that there will be another guest joining us tomorrow
evening.  You don't know this person.  Promise me that you
won't jump to any conclusions when he arrives, okay?"

  "Mark, what are you planning?  Now I'm nervous."

  He pushed me down on the couch so that I was lying flat
on my back.  He gently lowered his weight on top of me
and looked in my eyes.

  "I love you so much Stevie.  Would I ever do anything to
embarrass you?"

  He began kissing me and tenderly ran his hand under my
shirt.  He quickly found my nipples and began to gently
pinch them.  The feeling was electric and in no time my
cock was fully erect.  Mark could feel my hardness and
began to rub his own hard cock against mine.  Even
through the fabric the feeling was incredible.  I knew that if
he kept it up I would cum in my pants.

  "Mark, you've got me so hot.  You need to stop or I won't
be responsible for what happens next."   He grinned at me.

  That was all it took.  I shuddered in ecstasy as I filled my
underwear with cream.  For some reason I felt shy about
what I'd done.

  "Damn you Mark, I just shot in my pants."

   "Happy birthday sweetheart, I love you."

  He laughed then kissed me softly.  With that, he slowly
got up and walked to their bedroom.  Having just been
given the best birthday present ever; I happily went to bed.



  I awakened confused.  I didn't know where I was.  The
room was unfamiliar and I could hear a soft tapping.
Shaking off the remains of slumber I realized the tapping
was coming from behind the closed door and that I was
sleeping in Mark's study.  The memory of Mark's birthday
surprise brought a smile.  I had a suspicion of what, or
should I say who, was causing the tapping. I quickly rose,
donned my robe, and opened the door.  There, as I
suspected, was Patrick.

  "Happy Birthday Uncle Stevie."

  He was grinning from ear to ear.  Looking at his glowing
face I realized that he had his dad's grin.  Oh my.  Some
lucky girl or maybe boy will one-day fall in love with that
wonderful grin, much the same way I did, with his father.

  "Thank you Patrick, I'm really excited to be here with you
on my birthday.  I hope you will show me your garden and
your rabbits today."

  "That's why I got you up.  Let's go outside, it's not too
cold."

  "I tell you what, let me take a real quick shower and get
dressed.  Then you can take me on a tour of your yard and
nursery.  I brought you a present.  Let me get it for you."

  I had purchased a beautiful cloud chart for Patrick.  All of
the cloud types were pictured.  There was a special section
with excellent photographs of tornadoes and hurricanes.
The accompanying text was both easy to understand and
meteorologically correct.  I knew he would love it.

  "Here you are," I said as I handed him the wrapped
package.  "You can look at this while I'm showering.  I
promise I won't be long."

  "Uncle Stevie, why did you buy me a present?  It's your
birthday."

  "Because it's fun to give presents to people you love, and
Patrick, I really love you!"

  "You really love my parents too, don't you?  Especially
dad."

  "Yes I do.  You, Melissa and your parents are the people I
love the very most.  I've known your dad for a long time.
Longer than I've known your mom.  We've had so many
fun times together and he is my best friend.  One day you
will have a best friend and I hope you will remember how
special that kind of friendship can be.  Lots of people will
come into your life and many of them will be your friends,
but only a few will be as special as your father is to me.
When that happens, you'll understand just how lucky I am
to have the friendship of your entire family.  I love you all
so much.  Does this make any sense to you?"

  Children are so wise.  Patrick put his arms around me and
said, "God puts the right people together.  God put us
together.  My friends don't believe in God but I do."

  Having said that, he thanked me for the gift and wildly
began ripping the paper off.  I kissed him on the forehead
and left him alone while I took my shower.



  I was nervous to meet Barbara's parents.  From what Mark
had told me I knew they were very conservative.  I couldn't
imagine them approving of the unconventional relationship
I shared with their daughter and son-in-law.  The party was
scheduled to begin at 11:00 A.M but they arrived early.

  Barbara's father, Chester, was shorter than I imagined him
to be, and very soft-spoken.  As he shook my hand I felt as
if he was genuinely glad to meet me.  I soon learned that he
was interested in horticulture and that he grew orchids in
his backyard greenhouse.  We had much in common and
enjoyed our conversation.

  Margaret, Barbara's mother, is lovely.  It was easy to see
where Barbara got her good looks.  She stood only five feet
tall, yet regal in stature.  She has the same fiery emerald
eyes as Barbara.  Margaret spoke little, but when she did,
she was captivating.  I liked her parents very much.

  Several other couples arrived and the party was underway.
Patrick and Melissa were the proud host and hostess and
ensured that everybody had a good time.  Mark flitted
around like a little boy.  I couldn't help but feel he was
showing me off to his friends.  He was not at all shy about
his affection for me.  Many times he would hold my hand
as he introduced me to his friends.  He even kissed my
cheek whenever we passed in the hallway.

  Barbara also was affectionate.  She would introduce me to
her friends as, "her boss and dear friend."  At one point she
greatly embarrassed me.  While making the acquaintance of
one of her girlfriends, she reached around and grabbed my
rear.

  "Don't you wish your boss had an ass like this," she said
while winking at me.

  The cake baked by Patrick and Melissa was really very
good.  Mark's ice cream was not as successful.  For some
reason it didn't set up well, but the cold liquid was tasty.
Mark pouted like a little boy.  I found it sexy.

  At one point I noticed Melissa looking at Patrick's new
cloud chart, which he had left in the study.  I remembered
that I hadn't given her the gift I brought her.  Because I
didn't know Melissa well, I had to ask Barbara about her
interests.  She told me that Melissa loved the boy band,
N'SYNC.  So I got on the Internet and discovered that they
would be giving a concert in the Spokane area, in the
Spring.  As luck would have it, I was able to secure two
tickets.  I opened my suitcase and handed her the small
wrapped envelope.  When she saw its contents and realized
that the tickets were hers, she yelled so loudly that all of the
guests came running into the study.

  The party was successful and I really enjoyed the
opportunity of meeting Mark and Barbara's friends and
family.  Everybody made me feel welcome yet I had the
feeling most of the guests knew more about me than they
let on.  I warmly thanked Patrick and Melissa for making
my party so special and hugged them before they drove off
with Chester and Margaret.




Chapter 12 - And the Truth Shall Set You Free

  Between Patrick's early morning wake up call and staying
up late the night before, I was pretty sleepy.  I asked Mark
and Barbara if they would be offended if I took a nap
before the second party began.

  "Not at all Stevie.  I want you fully rested for the activities
I have planned for later."  He and Barbara exchanged a sly
look.

  So I excused myself and slipped into the study.  It seemed
only minutes before the ringing of the front door bell
awakened me.  I glanced at the clock and was surprised to
see that it was already 6:00 p.m.   I was groggy.  I could tell
that I had slept deeply.  I quickly took my second shower of
the day.  I knew the water would be refreshing and would
help clear my fuzzy head.  I put on a pair of new Levi's, a
fresh shirt, and walked into the living room.

  On the couch, sitting next to Barbara, was a gorgeous
man.  He looked to be about my age.  When I entered the
room, he stood up and took a step in my direction.  He
extended his hand and smiled.

  "Hey Steven.   I'm Carl Andersen."

   I returned his handshake and smile.  "Very pleased to
meet you Carl."

  The man standing before me looked like a Nordic God.
His handsome face appeared to have been chiseled out of
alabaster and his sparkling blue eyes were almost hypnotic
in their beauty.  Very blond hair that was cut short
accentuated his masculinity.  Carl stood 6'2" and was
probably 220 pounds of taut, well-proportioned muscle.
This man could have any woman, or man, he wanted.  I
don't know how long I stood staring at him, but I soon
realized that both Barbara and Mark were quietly laughing.

  "You like what you see Stevie?"  Mark taunted good-
naturedly.

  "Ah, well...yes I do.  " I was totally embarrassed.  I must
have looked and sounded like a complete fool.  "Carl, I'm
sorry, I just woke up and I'm a bit groggy."

  "It's okay Steven.  I know all about you, and from what
I've been told, you are one hell of guy.    Don't let them
embarrass you.  I really am very pleased to finally meet
you."

  Barbara spoke up and asked us to have a seat.

  "Steven, I hope this isn't going to be awkward for you, but
the four of us have some important matters to discuss."

  If it weren't for the fact that Mark, Barbara, and Carl were
all smiling broadly, I would have been pretty nervous.  I
realized that the moment of truth was at hand.  The reason I
was invited to Washington was about to be revealed to me,
but I still had no idea of the magnitude of the event about to
unfold.

  "Steven," Barbara spoke.  "Carl is Melissa's father."

  I remembered Barbara telling me the circumstances
behind her move to California and yes, I recalled her telling
me that Melissa's father's name is Carl.  I also remembered
her saying he was irresponsible and had left her to give
birth alone.

  "Last year, when we moved back to Washington, my
father told me that Carl had made contact with the family
shortly after I left for California. He also told me that Carl
had stayed in close contact with the family ever since."

  Carl looked somewhat uncomfortable as he listened to
Barbara begin her story.  As he began speaking, his face
looked strained, but his eyes never lost their subtle glow.

  "When I found out that Barbara had left for California, I
realized just what a huge mistake I'd made.  Chester was
angry with me and warned me that if I tried to contact
Barbara or Melissa, he would use his considerable power
within the community to make my life miserable. I didn't
want to cause further hurt so I agreed to stay away.   But
Margaret, Barb's mom, treated me kindly and would
secretly call me.  She told me all about Melissa.

  Occasionally I would see my daughter in town with her
'new' parents, and my heart would wrench.  How stupid and
selfish could I have been?  I loved Barbara from the day
we'd met in junior high school.  We went steady and
remained together through high school.  Neither of us ever
dated anybody else.  We were elected prom king and queen
and voted the couple 'most likely to live happily ever after'.
Now, because of my immaturity, I lost the only woman I
ever loved, and my own daughter."

  Tears came to Carl's eyes and he hung his head like a
whipped dog.  Barbara's eyes watered as she gently placed
her hand against his cheek.

  "I don't know why I panicked.  I knew I was making a
mistake, yet I did it anyway.  I told Barb that I needed my
freedom and time to experience life on my own.  I deserted
her.  By the time I came to my senses, she and my daughter
were beyond reach.  I was devastated and didn't date
another woman for three years.  And when I started dating
again, all I could think about was Barbara.  I decided that I
would rather live in loneliness than be with somebody I
didn't love,"

  "Sounds like somebody else I know," Mark said, while
looking at me.

  Allowing Carl a moment to compose himself, Barbara
picked up the story.

  "Only days after moving back to Spokane, Melissa and I
ran into Carl while shopping.  At first it was terribly
awkward.  I wanted to be mad at him.  I wanted to make
him pay for all of the hurt he'd inflicted on me.  But I
couldn't do it.  Melissa was with me and I didn't know what
to say to her.  Should I tell her that this man is her father?
She knew that Mark wasn't her biological father yet she had
grown to love him as a daddy.  I decided to say nothing to
Melissa, but I knew I'd see Carl again.  I got his phone
number and told him that I would call.  I still loved him.  I
knew that beyond any doubt."

  Looking away from Carl, she stared right into my eyes.

  "Steven, I was miserable.  Painfully aware of the mess I'd
made of my life, I didn't want to make any more mistakes.
I'd manipulated Mark into marrying me and ruined his
chances of having happiness with you, the only person he
truly romantically loves.  I had pretended that my own
daughter didn't exist.  Worst of all, I'd been dishonest with
myself.

  I love Mark, and our sex life has been wonderful, but
Mark is not the love of my life.  He never was.  I finally
admitted to myself that I had never stopped loving Carl.

  So, for the first time in my adult life, I did the honest
thing.  I told Mark the truth.  I poured out my heart to him
and was prepared to pay the consequences for my life of
dishonesty.   What I wasn't prepared for, was Mark's
reaction?"

  There was a long pause as Barbara struggled to remain
composed.

  "He forgave me.  He took me in his arms and held me
close and we cried together.  After the tears finally stopped
we discussed what we should do.  We considered all of the
options available to us and for the first time ever, we
prayed together.

  Over the next few days God answered our prayers.  We
realized there was only one honest solution to our problem
and we made a decision.  We filed for divorce.  We both
know in our hearts that we have done the right thing.  Our
divorce was final last week.

  I was stunned.  I was expecting somebody to say, 'just
kidding', but they were all silent and waiting for my
reaction.

  "I don't know what to say," was all I could manage.

  "Well I'm hoping you will see the wisdom in what we
did," Barbara replied.  "I know how shocking this must be
for you Steven, but if you think about it, you'll see it is the
best for all of us."

  I was so taken aback I hadn't even thought about the
implications for Mark and myself.

  "What about Patrick and Melissa.  What will happen to
them?"

  Mark had been quiet as Barbara and Carl explained the
situation to me.  He finally spoke up.

  "They're both supportive of our decision."

  I thought this would be a good time to tell them what
Patrick had said to me earlier that morning.

  "Patrick awakened me this morning and we had a talk.
We were discussing love and friendship and he said to me,
'you really love my parents, especially my dad'."

  "I told him how much I love you both. I also told him that
one day he too would have a best friend and would
understand just how lucky I am to have all of you in my
life.

  Looking at me thoughtfully, he said, 'God puts the right
people together'.  Now it all makes sense and I understand
what he was trying to tell me.  He is a remarkable boy.
What happens now?"

  "I want you to be happy for us Steven."

  Barbara's voice was soft and almost pleading with me.

  "It is very important to both Carl and myself that our
decision does not cost us our friendship with you.  I need
your friendship more than ever."

  "And you've got it Barbara.  You'll always have my
friendship.  We may have gotten off to a rocky start, but
we're fine now.

  Carl stood up and walked over to me.  I remained seated.
He knelt down on one knee directly in front of me and
softly spoke.

  "I want to be your friend Steven.  I've asked Barbara to
marry me and she has accepted.  Because Barbara and
Mark love you so much it's important that our marriage
receive your blessing."

  Once his words finally registered, I slowly stood up and
pulled Carl up with me.  I put my arms around him and
warmly hugged him.

  "You and Barbara have my blessing and my friendship.
I'm so happy for the two of you, and for Melissa.  You are
finally a family."

  Carl gently kissed my cheek and his blue eyes glistened
with tears.  The heart of this strong masculine man was as
tender and vulnerable as a child's.

  "Thank you Steven."

  "I knew you'd find a way to get your arms around him
Stevie," Mark said while laughing.  "He's quite a hunk,
don't you think?

  "Yes he is...and a gentleman."

  "Let the party begin," Mark intoned in his playful voice.

  A bottle of champagne was opened and a toast to my
birthday and the upcoming marriage was raised.  We were
all perfectly happy.  After the second glass of champagne
was poured, Barbara spoke.

  "Steven, I have a birthday present for you."

  With a quick wink to Mark, she asked him to go and get it
for her. He disappeared into their bedroom.

  "Steven, I want this to be the happiest birthday you've
ever had, so I decided that I had to find the perfect gift for
you. After considerable searching I think I've found it.  It's
truly one of a kind - a 'pearl of great price'.  It's something
that I should have given to you long ago, but I couldn't bear
to part with it.  Now I can.

  For the last fifteen years your heart has been filled with
love that you've been unable to share.  I know how hard
that has been for you Steven.  If I had only understood that
I could trust God for my happiness, I would have spared all
of us many years of loneliness. God brought Carl back into
my life even after all the mistakes we made.  I believe that
God put you and Mark together too."

  Barbara smiled beautifully as Mark walked out of the
bedroom and up to me.  He grinned as Barbara took the
large bow he was carrying and placed it on top of his head.

   "Steven, I'm sorry it has taken me so long, but here at
last, is my gift to you.  I love you both so much.  Happy
Birthday."

  The impact of Barbara's gift hit me like a ton of bricks.
Until that moment, I still had not realized that nothing
stood between Mark and myself.

  "Barb and I are going to take a walk in the nursery.  You
two need some time alone," Carl said while smiling warmly
at me.

  "Our reservations aren't until 8:00 P.M.  Let us know
when you're ready to go."

  "Go where?" I said.

  "We're going to celebrate your birthday at  'Ripples On
The River', one of Spokane's finest restaurants.  They
specialize in seafood and traditional dishes of the Pacific
Northwest.  It's a nice location overlooking the Spokane
River.  I think you'll enjoy it.  It's my birthday present to
you Steven."

 "Thank you Carl."

  Mark sat down next to me on the couch and put his arm
around me.

  "I hope you're not angry because I didn't mention any of
this to you before tonight.  It all happened so quickly and
our emotions were on overload.  We weren't trying to hide
anything from you, just trying to sort through all the pieces
of the puzzle.  Are you okay Steven?"

  "A bit overwhelmed."

  "I'm sure you are buddy.  I haven't given you my birthday
present yet."

  "I don't know if I can take any more surprises."

  "I think you'll really like it.  At least I hope so."

  His tender dark eyes looked deep within my soul.  He
looked so much like a little boy desperately wanting to
please his parents.  My heart, already filled to overflowing,
expanded within my chest and sweetly ached for this man.

  He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.  He didn't
say anything for a few minutes and I could feel his heart
beating fast.

  "Close your eyes sweetheart.  Keep them closed until I ask
you to open them."

  I could sense that he had stood up and moved away from
the couch.  He was gone for only a few moments.

  "Okay Steven, you can open your eyes now."

  Mark was knelling on one knee as he took my hands into
his.  A warm smile graced his lovely face, but his eyes,
ever so slightly, betrayed his confidence.

  "Ever since that day in Red Rock Canyon, when I first
told you that I loved you, I knew that you were the person I
wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  That day I gave
you my heart, and every day since, my love has grown
deeper.  You are my joy and happiness and I want us to be
together, forever."

  Releasing my hands, he reached into his pocket.  He
pulled out a small black jewelry box and opened it.  Inside
was a beautiful gold ring.

  "Steven, I love you with every ounce of my being.
Without you, I have nothing. With you, I'm the richest man
on earth.  Sweetheart, will you marry me?"

  With those five simple words, all of my hopes and dreams
were realized.  Looking into his hopeful eyes I smiled, and
told him yes.  We held each other as our tears flowed
together.  For fifteen years I'd prayed for this day.  My
grateful heart silently sang a hymn of praise to the author of
love and happiness.

  He gently ran his fingers through my hair as I softly rested
my hand on his thigh.  It sounds clich^Â, but time seemed to
stand still.  I flashed back to that afternoon in Red Rock
Canyon when we sat side by side, on a small outcropping
of rock, overlooking the Mojave Desert.   My soul had
joined with Mark's, and I knew perfect contentment.

 "Do you want to have a ceremony celebrating our
commitment?" Mark asked.

  "Yeah, I think that would be nice.  How do you feel about
it?"  We continued to hold each as we talked.

  "The same way.  I want the whole world to know how
much I love you.  You know that I'm not religious or
anything, but...I want our union to include God."

  Mark was venturing into a new frontier as he spoke of
God.  During our years of friendship, we rarely spoke about
anything spiritual.  I wasn't sure what he believed.

  "I'm glad that you feel that way.  I wasn't sure that you
even believed in God."

  "Sure I do."  He looked serene as he spoke.

  "How do you think your sister will feel about this?"

  "She knows about us.  About a month after you broke up,
she called me and asked if we could talk.  She told me that
she suspected that you might be Gay.  She was concerned
that your love for me might be more than that of
friendship."

  "Worried about her baby brother?"

  "Yeah, I guess so."

  "What did you say to her?"

  "I told her that she might be right about you.  I added that
I hoped it was true."

  "You didn't."

  "Yes I did."

  "Poor Kathy.  She must have been so upset."

  "At first, but she got over it quickly.  She was glad that
one of us might end up with you."

  "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

  "Probably for the same reasons you never told me about
your desires."  I was scared, fearful of destroying our
friendship, and unsure of your feelings.

   Last week I called Kathy and told her about the divorce.
I also told her that I planned to ask you to marry me.  She is
very happy for us.

  Do you want to wear my ring now, or wait for the
ceremony?"  There was joy in his voice as he asked.

  "I think I'd like to wait for the ceremony, but only if we
make it soon.  Otherwise I want to start wearing it now.  I
want everybody to know that I'm yours.  Can I try it on?"

  He tenderly handed me the ring and I felt my emotions
begin to swell.  Inside was an inscription.  It read: `To
Steven, my sweetheart forever. Love, Mark'.  As I read
those words, tears flowed down my cheeks.

  "I can't believe you did this for me.  After all these years,
you still remember. What did I ever do to deserve you?  I
love you so much."

  "No baby, I'm the lucky one."

  We held each other and I would have been supremely
happy to just sit with him all evening, but Carl and Barbara
were anxious to share in our joy.

  Over dinner, we pondered the events of that remarkable
day.  My biggest concern was for the kids.  Evidently Mark
and Barbara had honestly discussed the divorce with them.
Both children seemed to understand and were supportive of
their decision.  Melissa would live with Barbara and Carl.
Patrick would spend the school year with Barbara and
summers with Mark.

  "Have you told your parents?" I asked Barbara.

  "Yes, we've told everybody.  I've lived too long with
dishonesty.  Those that truly love us will understand.
Those who can't be happy for us are free to find new
friends.  It will be harder for you and Mark though."

  "Because we are two men?" I asked.

  "Yes.  I was surprised that my folks accepted Mark's
sexuality, but some of our friends have not.  But that is
their loss, not ours.  We're not concerned about those who
harbor prejudice and hatred.  I want to surround myself
with people who foster love and tolerance."

  "Carl, you don't have a problem with homosexuality?"  I
asked.

  "Not anymore.  When I was younger, I made cruel jokes
about fags.  I reacted like most men, out of ignorance and
insecurity.  I believed that Gay men were somehow less
than manly and disgraceful.  Pretty stupid huh?  I'm a
heterosexual male, and my inability to stand by Barbara
when she needed me, is probably the most unmanly and
disgraceful thing I can think of.  The measure of a man is
seen in his character, not his sexual orientation."

  "Barbara, keep this one.  He's a winner," I said.

  "Don't you worry about that, he's not getting away from
me this time.  Besides, 'God puts the right people
together'."

  "When are you going to be married?  Carl asked me.

  We hadn't had the time to discuss any of the particulars of
our new relationship.  Obviously there would be many
decisions to make in a very short period of time.

  "I still have my key to your house.  Can I move in?  Mark
asked enthusiastically.

   "You'd better," I said.




Chapter 13 - Good Things Come To those who Wait

  We got back to the house around 11:30 p.m.  Full and
content, we were ready for bed.  I thanked everybody for a
remarkable birthday and headed for the study.  I normally
take a shower before going to bed but since I'd already
taken two that day, I thought I'd pass.  I had just climbed
into bed when Mark, wearing a robe, walked in the room.

  "Hey buddy, You're not starting without me are you?"

  With damp hair sticking in all directions, I knew Mark
had just come from the shower.  He looked so sexy.  Mark
could have been a model; he is that good looking.  At 34
years old he looks better than most 21 year old men.  He
doesn't have ounce of extra fat anywhere.  His belly is flat
and his chest is well developed.  I've always been partial to
men with some body hair and Mark has just the perfect
amount.  As he sat down in the chair facing the bed I had a
good view of his strong, hairy legs.

  "Mark, are you sleeping with me?" I asked.

  "Well yeah, unless you don't want me to."  His face
saddened.

  "Of course I do.  I don't know what I was thinking.  I
guess I thought you would want to wait until you moved in
with me."

  "Haven't we waited long enough?  Barbara and I haven't
had sex for almost a year.  Once we made the decision to
end our marriage we though it would best if we stopped.
We're better friends than ever, but our relationship is purely
platonic.  I've been sleeping here in the study.  Tonight
Barbara and Carl will be sleeping together in the other
bedroom.  This will be their first time since Melissa was
born.

  "Why have they waited?" I asked.

  "Because Barbara didn't think it would be fair to me.  She
felt it would be selfish to have a sexual relationship while I
was alone.  She wanted to wait for the divorce to be final
and for you to be here.  It really is a night of celebration for
all of us."

  "Mark moved over to the bed and put his arm around me.
Steven, we've waited for this night for so long.  I want
everything to be perfect."

  "It's already perfect.  Just having you with me is more
than I dreamed would happen.  I'd given up hope that our
love would ever become sexual.  I was content just
knowing you love me.  Mark, there is something I'd like to
talk with you about though."

  "Anything you want sweetheart."

  "Well, it's a little bit embarrassing.  You had many
partners before you married Barbara."

  "Don't remind me.  I was quite a slut."

  "I remember your excitement as you shared every explicit
detail with me, usually during breakfast the next morning."

  Mark blushed at he reminder.

  "Barbara told me just how fantastic you are in bed."

  I was suddenly embarrassed, and Mark could sense my
uneasiness.

  "Where are you going with this babe?"

   "Well...as you know, Kathy is the only person I've ever
had sex with.  You also know that I wasn't very good at it.
For years I've been so worried, that if we were ever given
the opportunity to have sex, that I wouldn't be able to
satisfy you.  A few years ago I even rented some Gay porn
movies so I could see what I'm supposed to do.  Mark I
don't want to disappoint you."

 "Oh baby, have you been worried about that?  You could
never disappoint me.  The few romantic times we've
shared, were the most satisfying sensual encounters I've
ever had.  You knew exactly what to do.  If I remember
correctly, you pleasured me in a way I'd never dreamed of.
Besides, YOU are the object of my desire, not the sex.

  You are the most handsome and sexy man I've ever seen.
I get excited just looking at you.  But even more than that -
I'm in love with you.

  Hey, I'm new at this too.  I've never had sex with a man
and I'm not sure I know what to do either, but we'll have
fun figuring it out, together."

  "Mark, what if I'm not enough for you?  I mean...you told
me that you're bisexual with a preference for women.  What
if you need a woman?"

  "Until you came into my life that was true.  I love sex, you
know that.  I've had sex with plenty of women, and there
have been some men that I've wanted to fuck, but never did
it.  I was always trying to satisfy something deep inside me.
Something my father took away from me when he deserted
us.

  Honey, I don't feel that way now.  When you appeared in
my life, all of that changed.  I don't need nor do I want
anybody else.  There is not a pussy out there that holds any
charm for me anymore.  All I want is you."

  He gently pushed me back down onto the bed and began
kissing me.  I opened my mouth to receive his probing
tongue.  His breath was clean and I could tell he had just
brushed his teeth.  Our tongues met in my mouth while
Mark began rubbing my chest.  He took his mouth away
from mine and sighed.

  "You smell so good babe.  I want you so badly."

  "I'm all yours Mark."

  He began licking the inside of my ear and I thought I'd go
crazy.  It felt so incredible.  Hearing his gentle sighs as he
suckled my ear lobe nearly drove me over the edge.  I had
no idea that my ears could be so sensitive to his touch and
breath.

  "I'm almost there.  It's not going much more before I
shoot."   I couldn't believe how wonderful I was feeling.
He hadn't even touched my cock and I was ready to cum.

  "That's okay baby, we've got all night.  No, we've got the
rest of our lives.  I just want you to enjoy this.  I want you
to feel the same way I felt that night you gave me my first
massage."

  While his tongue made love to my ear, he somehow
managed to get me out of my boxers.  My cock was
sticking straight up. It had never been so hard.  I opened the
front of his robe and saw his magnificent penis.  It was hard
and leaking precum.  My passion was building fast.  I was
only moments away from shooting when Mark stopped
licking my ear and pulled his head away from my face.  His
eyes were filled with love as he intently looked into my
eyes.

  "I love you so much.  But I don't want to go too fast and
make you uncomfortable.  I just can't get enough of you
sweetheart."

  "There's nothing you could do that would make me
uncomfortable. You are the sweetest, gentlest and most
considerate person I know.  I love you too."

  He stood up and removed his robe.  I lay on my back
gazing at his beauty.  Gently he lowered his body across
mine and resumed his explorations with his tongue.  He
gently licked my closed eyelids while my hands caressed
his strong back.  Again he kissed my lips.  I caught the
fragrance of his hair.  It smelled clean and masculine.

  His downward expedition continued as he gently sucked
on my neck.  I was about to receive my first hickey.  His
gentle yet persistent sucking was erotic.  I was surprised to
hear myself softly moaning. With slow deliberate
movement he licked from the base of my neck up to my
chin.

  Moving lower he took my right nipple into his mouth.  I
could feel the warmth of his tongue as it swirled, stopping
only long enough for a gentle nibble.  While his mouth
worked my right tit his hand worked magic on the left.
Both nipples were hard and tingling.  I'd never felt such
wonderful sensations.  I'd heard that women have a 'magic'
connection between their nipples and clitoris.  Well let me
tell you, I found out that I have the same connection
between my nipples and my cock.  My rock hard organ was
screaming for attention.

  He continued to run his hand through my chest hair as his
mouth moved lower still.  His tongue found my belly
button.  I didn't know how much more I could take.
Slowly, tantalizingly so, he moved lower.  He buried his
face in my pubic hair and began rubbing my sensitive inner
thighs.  Cupping my balls with one hand he grasped my
rigid penis with the other.

  "Oh Steven you are so beautiful," he whispered with quiet
passion.

  "He kissed the tip of my cock then ran his tongue through
my piss slit.  His tongue ran circles around the now ultra-
sensitive head.  I knew I was leaking precum but he didn't
seem to mind.  He knew exactly what he was doing.  I
never dreamed that sex could be so exciting and intense.  I
felt as if I was drifting into another dimension.  Slowly he
took more of my cock into his mouth, stopping to run his
tongue across the sensitive ridge just below the head.  As
my shaft disappeared down his throat I could feel my
orgasm approaching.  Mark sensed it as well and his
sucking became more intense.

  "I'm gonna cum.  Oh Mark I can't hold off..."

  Our passion rose together and I knew he intended for me
to cum in his mouth.  And cum I did.  My entire body
rocked with pleasure as repeated volleys of semen were
released into Mark's talented mouth.

  After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the spasms
subsided and I was overcome with a sense of bliss.  I had
just experienced sublime intimacy with the man I loved.
He continued to gently rub my legs as he sweetly lay his
head on my stomach.  There was no need for words.

  Finally I spoke.  "That was so hot. You knew exactly what
to do.  How did you know?"

  He moved up and placed his head on my chest.

  "I don't know.  I just did what came naturally.  It was
wonderful for me too.  I've wanted to do that to you for so
long.  It was such rush when you came in my mouth.  I love
you sweetheart."

  "I love you too baby.  Now it's my turn."

  I sat upright and had him lie flat on his back.  I began by
kissing his lovely lips.  I then moved to the foot of the bed
and began kissing his feet.  I took each of his toes into my
mouth and sucked them seductively.  His moans of pleasure
encouraged me.  Mark's feet are as handsome as the rest of
him.  Perfectly shaped without callus or roughness.  Soft,
supple and sexy.

  Moving upward I licked every inch of his legs.  The
brown hair that covers his limbs excites me to no end.  I
had just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life,
yet feeling the coarse hair on his strong legs brought new
life to my cock.

  My exploring tongue continued it's northward movement.
With my fingernails I would gently scratch the length of his
legs starting at the inside of his upper thighs and running
down to his knees.  I knew he was enjoying the sensation,
as his skin was soon covered with Goosebumps and I could
hear him sighing."

  As my tongue discovered his hairy balls I gently took
them, one at a time, into my mouth.  I was careful not to
suck too hard.  My own balls are very sensitive and I didn't
want to hurt Mark.  His moans increased so I felt all was
well.  Once again I was becoming incredibly excited.  I
licked that velvety smooth area just below his ball sack and
ever so slowly began moving toward his small rosebud.  I
remembered, from years ago, when I touched him there
with my finger, he became excited.

  Mark is very clean.  He takes two, sometimes three
showers every day.  Because of his cleanliness I found
licking him in this area to be very erotic.  I had often
wondered if I would find 'rimming' to be distasteful.  There
was a slight musky yet clean smell that I found
intoxicating.  As I flicked my tongue across his opening he
began moving his hips, pushing himself toward me.

  "Stevie, that feels so good.  Where did you learn to do
that?"

  "I saw it in the Gay porn movies that I rented.  All the
guys seemed to love this."

  I continued licking, much to Mark's delight.  I ever so
slightly inserted my tongue into his tight hole and he
jumped.

  "Oh my God, that feels wonderful."

  I could tell he was nearing his climax so I moved my
mouth to his penis.  I took his manhood, as far as I could
into my eager mouth.  As I sucked him I gently inserted a
finger into his warm moist hole and slowly pushed in and
out.  His chest began heaving and I knew he was ready to
shoot.

  "Stevie, I'm coming. Arrrrggghhh!"

  I soon learned that Mark is incapable of having an orgasm
without making that sound.  It's a deep growl-like noise
that originates deep in his chest.   I was amazed at the
amount of semen he delivered.  It was wonderful.  Warm,
thick, smooth and slightly salty.  It was hard to describe but
I loved it.  I felt totally at one with my lover. I began
jerking my own cock and for the second time that evening I
shot my load.

  We lie in each other's arms and said very little.  Totally
satisfied and perfectly happy, we drifted off to sleep.  I
awakened around 7:00 a.m. and found Mark sleeping with
his head on my chest and his arm draped over me.  It felt so
nice and warm having him next to me.  I didn't want to
move, but I had to urinate, badly.  I tried to move without
waking him but as I stood he sleepily said, "where ya goin'
sexy?"

  "Sorry Mark but I've got to pee"

  "Okay, but hurry back, I'm not through with you yet."

  "I hope not," I said.

  After relieving myself I decided to wash my face and
brush my teeth.  The night had been chilly so by the time I
had finished, I was cold.  Getting back into bed I
deliberately put my cold hands on Mark's chest.

  His response was immediate and vocal.

  "Your hands are like ice.  You did that on purpose you
Jackass."

   He quickly grabbed me and started tickling me.  We are
both pretty strong and evenly matched, but I was able to
thwart his efforts, barely.  After wrestling for a few minutes
he placed his lips over mine and kissed me tenderly.

   "Good morning sweetheart.  Hey, you brushed your teeth,
that's not fair."

  "Sure it is."  I began rubbing my hand through the thick
brown curls on his chest while sucking his nipples.  Both of
our cocks were rock hard.

  "I want you," I said before I began sucking his lovely
penis.

  "I want you too baby."

  We moved into a 69 position and quickly brought each
other to orgasm.  Mark came first but only by a few
seconds.  What a wonderful way to say good morning.

  While Mark went to the bathroom I crept quietly into the
kitchen and started the coffee.  Barbara and Carl were
evidently still sleeping.  I waited for the coffee to finish,
then brought a cup for each of us back to bed.  Mark was in
bed sitting up.  I handed him his cup and climbed in next to
him.

  "I love you Mark."

  "I love you too baby.  Last night and this morning were
fantastic.  I realize now, that until last night, I'd never made
love before.  Before you Stevie, everything else was just
sex.

  "I don't have much to compare you too but I guess you did
okay," I said teasing him.

  "Only okay, huh."

  "I've never been happier.  You were magnificent.  I know
this is going to sound a little bit crude, especially after your
lovely words but; we haven't fucked yet.  I want you to
know that is something I'm really looking forward to.  I
don't know how you feel about it, but I'm really
anticipating having you inside of me.  But if that makes you
uncomfortable, please tell me.  We don't have to do it.  Or,
if you'd rather just fuck me, that too is okay."

  "Of course I want too.  Why would you be concerned
about that?"

  "If you really think about it, well, it sounds a little gross.
I've heard that some men are 'tops' and others 'bottoms'.
And some just won't do it at all."

  "The night we had our first romantic encounter, you
startled me by running your finger over my asshole.  Do
you recall me telling you how good it felt and how I wished
you were sticking something else up there?"

  "Yes, I remember it well."

  "Well, it was your cock that I was hoping for.  Yes, I want
you to fuck me and I want to fuck you too.  I have only one
request though.  For me, that act will be the supreme
demonstration of our love for each other.  It will be the
consummation of our love and the fulfillment of all the
hopes and dreams we've shared over the last 15 years.  If
you don't mind sweetheart, I'd like us to wait until our
wedding night before we do it.  Is that okay with you?"

  "More than okay.  It's perfect.

  We have a lot of things to talk about before I leave for
home.  Do you feel like it now?"

  "Sure, where do we start?"

  "I've missed living with you.  I've dreamed of this day
since we split up after college.  I want you to know that my
house is now, our home.  Also, if you were interested, I'd
like you to work the nursery with me. There is plenty of
work to keep both of us busy.

  I understand if you want to continue working in
aerospace.  I'm not expecting you to give that up.  If that's
what you want to do, take all the time you need to find a
suitable engineering job.  Whatever you decided is fine
with me.  I just don't want you to worry about it.  Let's both
put away the typical male, 'I must be the bread winner',
bullshit.  After all, neither one of us is exactly the, typical
male. The nursery generates enough revenue to keep both
of us working hard and living well.  But I will be totally
supportive, whatever your decision may be.

  "I've been thinking a lot about that.  I love being an
engineer and it has served me well.  I think I will always be
involved in some capacity.  But even more than that, I want
to work with you.  I've enjoyed the nursery as much as
Barbara has, and you know how much I like being outside.
I have a fair knowledge of both botany and ornamental
horticulture and I can learn whatever else is necessary.

  I do have two concerns though.  I know you well enough
to understand that you will create work, just so I feel
needed.  I can't do that Steven.  I want to work with you,
but only if I'm contributing to the profitability of the
business or taking some of the pressure off of you.  The
moment I sense that you are just being `kind' or not
wanting to hurt my feelings, I'll find other work.  I want to
be part of your business but only if I'm helping.  It's real
important to me.  I hope you understand that."

  "I do.  I'd feel the same way.  But I really do need your
help.  The last two years I've turned down orders because I
couldn't handle the increased volume. I'd like to think of
the nursery as `our' business.  If you decide to return to
engineering, I'll hire another full time employee to help out.
But it will still be our business.

  I just hope Barbara intends to stay with me.  She is
generating considerable income without consuming any of
my time.  What is your second concern?"

  "How in hell will I ever keep my hands off of you?"  We
won't get any work done."

  "Then we'll go to the poorhouse, but will go together and
happy."

  Mark leaned his gorgeous body against mine and gave me
a smile that once again laid claim to my heart.

  "What have you and Barbara decided to do with your
house," I asked.

  "There's little, if any, equity accumulated.  Chester and
Margaret gave us the money for the down payment and
have told us they don't want it paid back.  I'm going to quit
claim my title interest to Barbara.  She will have sole title
to the property until she marries Carl.  Then it will become
community property. They will be starting out with a
beautiful house and mortgage payments that they can easily
make."

  "That's great.  I'm really happy for them.  What does Carl
do for a living?"

  "You'd never guess by looking at him.  He's a CPA."

  "Wow, I'd have never guessed.  He can balance my ledger
anytime he wants."

  "Hey - that's my job.  Better be careful or I might just
have to hurt ya."

  "I've made a decision about the nursery and my house.  I
don't want you to give me a pain in the ass when I tell you.
Promise me you won't or I'll just go ahead with my plans
and not tell you at all."

  "Steeeeve, I don't like the sound of this. What are you
doing?"

  "Nothing."

  "Okay I promise, I won't give you a problem. You can be
a real prick when you want to be."

  "Thanks, I try hard.  Okay, here's the deal.  As soon as I
get home I'm putting you on title to the house and property.
I'm also going to have my attorney draw up the paperwork
making you a joint partner in the business.  What's mine is
yours honey, that's how marriages work."

  He was silent for a while.  Finally, when he spoke, I heard
sadness in his voice.

  "I would never ask you to do all of that for me.  Since the
day we met, you have given me so much.  What have I ever
done for you?"

  "Mark, you've got to be kidding.  You've given me
happiness.  I didn't understand real happiness until that
wonderful day in Red Rock Canyon when you told me you
love me.  You've completed me Mark.  I would be an
empty shell of a man if I didn't have you in my life.  You've
only given me everything.

  He thanked me repeatedly. I could tell that he was excited
over the prospect of running the nursery with me.  With his
keen analytical mind he would be a great asset to the
business.

  "I don't want to wait too long for our wedding.  I know the
State and most churches won't recognize it, but it's
important to me.  I know God will bless our union.

  As much as I care for Barbara, our marriage was a sham.
All I was interested in was sex. Barbara was only seeking
security and a substitute for Carl.  No love, no trust and no
God.  You've given me all of these things and I want the
whole world to know how much we love each other.  How
do two men go about getting married?"

  "I really don't know.  What kind of service do you want?"

  "Just a simple ceremony with all of our friends.  I've
always liked the traditional wedding vows.  They're an
eloquent expression of love and commitment."

  "I always knew you were a romantic, ya big ol' lug of a
man."

  "Yeah, I guess I am.  But so are you Stevie."

  "Don't you ever forget it.  I want kisses and flowers
everyday."

  "Sure thing - I'll just pick them in the nursery."

  "We'll have trouble finding a church or pastor that will be
willing to perform the service.  Most mainline
denominations still preach that homosexuality is sinful and
use the Bible as a weapon in their moral battle.  Some
individual congregations within liberal thinking
denominations have had the courage to welcome Gays and
Lesbians into their fellowship and even celebrate same sex
unions.  A few Episcopal, Lutheran and Methodist
ministers, and even Roman Catholic priests, have actually
disobeyed their synod leaders and have welcomed
homosexuals into their churches and have gone so far as to
ordain them into the ministry.  Of course this has also led to
excommunication and other forms of ecclesiastical
discipline.  It remains pretty bleak and I fear will get worse
as reactionary elements within the church gain political
power.

  Jerry Falwell and other 'moral majority' types have
successfully duped Americans into believing that
homosexuality is a threat to the moral fabric of the country
and they use children as their trump card.   There are
numerous political and Christian organizations actively
lobbying and soliciting grass roots support in their
homophobic attempts to frighten parents.  Since you moved
to Washington, Pete Knight, the Republican Representative
serving Northern L.A. and Eastern Kern Counties has led a
campaign designed to prevent the State of California from
recognizing Gay marriages.  Knight and the church
maintain that the Gay lifestyle is a threat to the family.  It's
pretty sad, I've heard that his own son is openly Gay.

  We do have a couple of choices though. We can do
something as simple as taking our vows in front of our
friends and family, without the use of a church or minister.
Or, there is an openly Gay Christian Church called the
Metropolitan Community Church that would perform the
service.  I don't know much about their doctrine, but I do
know they welcome Gays and Lesbians within the
framework of the Christian faith."

  "I just want us to be married.  Let's talk with Gary and get
his advice.  It would be really special to get married at Red
Rock Canyon.  The wildflowers are beautiful in the canyon,
but I don't want to wait until Spring."  I noticed a quiet,
reflective look in Mark's eyes as he spoke.

  "Red Rock Canyon is the perfect location.  Let's talk with
Gary as soon as you get to California and we can begin to
make plans.  Speaking of California, when do you think
you will be able to move?  I can't bear to be apart for long."

  "I promised Chester that I would stay on the job through
the end of the year, and I need to be here at Christmas, for
Patrick.  Although he understands, he is still a child and my
leaving is going to be hard on him.  It's going to break my
heart too. I want to make this Christmas really special.  My
plan is to move the first week in January."

  "I certainly understand, but that sounds like forever.  It
will be the longest six weeks of my life."

  "I know sweetheart, I know."

  After taking a shower together we got dressed and went
into the living room.  Barbara and Carl were up and having
coffee.  Mark made a second pot and the four of us sat and
talked about our future plans.  Barbara and Carl were
planning a small wedding, probably in early Spring.
Barbara, who had come to have a vibrant faith in God,
wanted a church wedding.  Carl was agreeable.  It was
important to Carl that Mark and I promise to attend.

  "Of course we'll be there," Mark said warmly.  "I really
think of us as one extended family.  The road getting here
has been fraught with many detours and dead ends, but
we've managed to come together."

  "Carl, we're hoping that you, Barbara, Melissa and Patrick
will attend our wedding in California."  I said.  "We don't
have a date set but plan to be married soon."

  Carl grinned broadly.  He was obviously pleased with our
plans.  I wasn't sure why, but Carl's enthusiasm for our
relationship seemed a little unusual for a straight guy.
Maybe he was relieved that I was taking Mark away from
Barbara.  After all, Mark was Barbara's husband for many
years.  No, I didn't think that was quite right.  If I was
reading him correctly, he seemed to be a generous and
kind-hearted man.  I wasn't concerned, but found the
scenario quite interesting.

 "Barb, I'm hoping you're planning to remain my business
partner after you're married."

  "Absolutely.  I'm having the time of my life."

  "That's the answer I was hoping for.  The four of us have a
great future ahead."

  Once again Carl's handsome face was lit by a genuine
smile.

  "Carl, you've got a terrific smile," I said.  "What are you
thinking about?"

  "I was just thinking about how strange and wonderful life
is, and how happy I am.  Just a year ago I was lonely and
depressed.  Every morning I'd wonder why I even bothered
to wake up.  I didn't have any friends or family and really
didn't want to be alive.  This morning that all seems like
ancient history.  The dearest woman in the entire world has
agreed to be my wife.  My little girl is now calling me
daddy, and I have the friendship of two wonderful men.
What more could I ever want?"

  Before I could say anything, the phone rang. Barbara
walked into the kitchen to answer it.  In a moment she
walked back into the living room with a very puzzled look
on her face.  "Steven, it's for you."

  "For me?  Who is it?"

  "I don't know.  A woman.  She sounds young and maybe a
little frightened.  I asked her name and all she said was, 'tell
him the Bruja needs help'.  What does that mean?"

  "Oh that's just fine Stevie, NOW you decide to get some
chick pregnant," Mark teased.

  Carl tried unsuccessfully to refrain from chuckling.

  Mark must have seen a look of concern on my face
because he grabbed my arm.

 "Steven, I'm sorry.  What's wrong?"

  "I hope nothing.  Let me talk with her and then I'll tell you
the whole story.  Oh, and by the way, if she's pregnant, I
had nothing to do with it.  I never quite figured out how to
work that equipment."



To be continued


Thank you for the generous support.  I've received many
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world.

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