Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 16:16:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Ken part six

Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you
are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general.
This is a work of fiction, but I sure wouldn't mind
dating a cop!

Officer Ken -- Part Six

Things continued to progress.  Ken was more often at
my apartment than at home with his widowed mother, and
she noticed it.

Ken called me at work, and said "You're not gonna
believe this shit, but my Mom wants to invite you over
for dinner. "Huh? What brought that one on?" "Well,
She said to me this morning before I left for my shift
that if I was seeing someone special, she thought it
would be nice to find out who it is, and winked at me
- I nearly had a cow!"

Ken's mom was pretty conservative, according to him. I
had only met her that one time in the E.R. Ken and I
agreed that we would probably not have to tell her,
that she would figure it out at some point. I believe
in letting your partner deal with his family, you
know?

Oh, I guess I didn't mention the partner part.

Well, after that first night of passion after the
amusement park, we just seemed to slide together,
whenever we had time, to be together. Everything just
fit so well, without either of us changing our lives
all that much, otherwise. So one of my friends met us
while we were at a computer show, and I stumbled on
how to introduce Ken. He's the man -- he seized the
situation, and while giving me a `noogie', he shook my
friend's hand and introduced himself as my future
husband.

In the truck on the way back from the show, I asked
Ken what he meant by "future husband."

"Well, I kinda figured that you and me is gonna get
hitched, pardner," he teased with that devilish grin
he had -- always out to tease me into a reaction. I
guess I can be dramatic at times, and he says it turns
him on. Sometimes you just enjoy and don't ask. He's
grown a mustache, so he kind of looks like Sam Elliott
look-alike now.

So, Ken told me that Sunday dinner would be the best
time to tell her.

I decided to dress up for the occasion, and also
bought her a nifty hostess gift, to prove that I have
some manners. Ken picked me up at 1pm, and we were
back at his house in 20 minutes.  She answered the
door, and Ken introduced us properly in the entryway.

"Aren't you the man that was in the E.R. with Ken, "
she said while smiling slyly. "I thought something was
odd, but I wasn't sure -- I was so upset that day. And
here you are...so let's sit down at the table. I'm sure
you boys are hungry, I know Ken is as soon as he hears
noise in the kitchen!" She patted his tummy as she
left the room and he made a light-hearted retort.
We sat down to a delicious Sunday dinner of fried
chicken, mash potatoes, green beans, fresh baked
biscuits, gravy, and fried okra. Obviously, someone
told her what I liked so I was not altogether
surprised, except to note that she is a very good
cook.

After a dessert of blueberry cobbler with vanilla ice
cream and coffee, she asked Ken to go listen to her
car engine as it was making a noise. I knew this was a
ploy for her to start her interrogation of me, but I
didn't mind, and he just smiled his goofy grin and
winked on his way to the garage. He loved a challenge
when it came to cars, and my ole clunker had never run
so well.

His mother and I actually had quite a lovely chat, and
I learned a lot about Ken from her perspective,
including some endearing stories about when he was a
kid. I also discovered that since Ken's dad had passed
away, her perspectives had changed in a number of
areas, especially towards gays. "Honey, I'm going to
tell you right now. I'm only against gay marriage in
that I don't want to see it thrown open for just
everyone. Marriage matters to me a lot -- but I do
believe that there should be courtship, and not just
"shacking up" as they say. I want my boy to be married
to one person, til death they do part. I think young
people gay or not have trouble understanding what
marriage is, and you see all these `trial marriages'
that are making it into a sham. I'd like to know that
the one my boy marries will be there long after I'm
gone. I think all mothers want that for their
children. So, I'd like to welcome you to the family
someday, when you are ready to wear my boy's ring. How
does that sound to you?"

Wow. I was totally blown away by her stance -- but I
was elated. His mother and I were on the same
wavelength!

She left me a moment in the living room, and called
Ken up into the house. He was there in about two
seconds, and she scolded him a little bit for his
looking like a grease monkey. She said, "let's go into
the kitchen so Ken can clean up."

Once inside, she pulled a small foil wrapped package
from the back of the freezer. "Paul, in here is the
ring that my husband, Ken's father, wore from the time
he entered the police force. I've been saving it for
Ken ever since his father passed away."  Ken unwrapped
layer after layer of the package of foil, and finally
came to the small velvet box. He opened the box, and
inside was a man's ring with an FOP insignia and the
year he graduated the academy. "I've saved it for you
Ken, but now I realize that I've been saving it for
the man you chose. You are part of the force already,
but your fiancé should wear it with pride, as your
partner in life. It's not legal for you to marry here,
but I believe a blessing of the owner of the ring,
Ken, and the wearer, Paul, would be appropriate. I am
part of the force as a widow and mother of cops. Ken,
place the ring on Paul's finger this first time, and
then we can see about getting it sized."

Ken took the cold ring, placed it on the tip of my
finger, and uttered two words as he stared into my
eyes with his piercing blue eyes. "You're mine."  He
said it with a sincerity that I've heard few times in
my life. I knew when he said it, that it was true.

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