Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2002 16:56:29 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Route 66 Tour, Chapter 5/?

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ROUTE 66 TOUR
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Route 66 Tour
Chapter 5
     A.J. and I arrived at Laura's house right on the button
at 5:30.  I've always hated to be late to anything and was
glad A.J. felt the same.  There is just no excuse for not
being on time unless it's not your fault. and then there had
better be a damn good excuse.
     Years ago I had a friend who couldn't ever be anywhere
on time.  If we were due somewhere at 6:30, I told him 5:30.
He would get dressed, then fuss around about how he looked,
change clothes at least twice and then end up wearing what
he put on to begin with.  If we were lucky we might only be
15 minutes late.  Needless to say I finally got tired of it
and the next time he wanted to come spend a few days, it
wasn't convenient for me to have company.  End of a
friendship, which really wasn't there to begin with.  My
house was just a place to stay en route to his next victim.
     Laura opened the door, looking like she had just
stepped out of Saks window.  She had style and selected her
clothes with loving care.  It showed, too.
     She gave A.J. a big hug and kissed him on his cheek.
"Yummm. you smell good, she said."
     "It's some Aramis Cologne that David has with him," he
said.
     "You need to get a bottle of that, it smells good on
you."
     She grabbed me in a hug and gave me a kiss, too.  "And.
you smell good, too.  I know the cologne, it's the Givenchy,
isn't it?"
     "Yes, ma'am."
     "Don't you both look great.  I really appreciate the
fact that you both wore suits.  It just makes me feel all
the more special when I go out with the two of you.
     A.J. took both coats and hung them in the entry closet.
We headed for the living room and Laura told A.J. that she
had already filled the ice bucket.
     "I assume everyone wants their usual drink," he said.
     "That's fine for me," and Laura echoed her choice.
     We each had our drinks in hand and raised them to say,
"Cheers", which we did.  Then Laura said, "Here's to the two
of you.  May things work out for the best for you both."
     I thanked her, as did A.J.
     She asked about our day and I told her we had gone to
the Myriad Gardens and then to Aubelo's for lunch, then
wandered around Bricktown.  I was glad that A.J. didn't tell
of our foray to the tattoo parlor for the piercing, but
really doubt if that would have bothered Laura.  She would
probably have insisted on seeing them.
     "When do you have to go home, David?" Laura asked.
     "I need to go back sometime tomorrow, certainly I need
to be home by mid-afternoon.  I need to pay the rent, write
a few checks for bills and I have a rehearsal at 7 o'clock."
     "I don't like to talk about money, but we're going to
have to and I guess now is as good of a time as any.  Please
don't be offended at some of the questions I feel I need to
ask, but it will give me an overall picture and help me make
some decisions about your relationship with A.J."
     I wasn't sure I really wanted to talk about this.  She
probably was going to find out that I wasn't "well-fixed"
and tell me to get out of A.J.'s life.  If that is what
might happen, then it's better now than somewhere down the
line.
     "The best place to start is with your employment
history, so just give me the high points so I'll know what
you've done and what's going on now.
     "How far back do you want me to go?  Paper route in
grade school?"
     "Yes, I guess that wouldn't hurt."
     Well, I didn't have anything to hide.
     "I started delivering an evening and Sunday paper when
I was in the 5th grade.  My Dad took me on my route on
Sunday morning, as the paper was quite large.  He drove up
and down the streets, folding the papers while I walked and
threw them on the porches.  Sometimes he was available to
help me in bad weather when it was snowing or raining hard.
     "After the end of the seventh grade, I worked for a
department store after school, on Saturdays and in the
summer.  I had that job until after I graduated from high
school.  I cleaned, swept the floors and learned how to wait
on customers.
     "That fall I enrolled in Business College and finished
their accounting course in a year and a half, which was
about 6 months sooner than most took.  I worked for a shoe
store while going to Business College.
     "I worked for a paint and wallpaper company for about 3
years, getting fired because they reassigned our store to a
different region and the new manager didn't think our store
was doing as well as it should.
     "Then I worked for a couple of years for an automotive
parts company as their Chief Accountant.  The company was
going to be sold and I had an opportunity to take a really
good job with a manufacturing company.
     "I worked for them as CFO for about 12 years.  The
company was sold to a man who bought it only to run it in
the ground and use it for a tax write-off.
     "After that I worked for Boeing for 10 years, taking a
layoff instead of a transfer to Seattle.
     "I was writing some custom financial software and had a
small computer company.  A man wanted to buy me out, so I
sold the company.  He didn't last six months because he
wouldn't give customers the personal service they were used
to.
     "The last job I had, the company was having financial
problems due to mismanagement and I was offered an early buy-
out.  It wasn't worth much money, but I thought it would be
better than going down with the ship.  They were closed
within six months after that because they lost their
franchise.
     "I worked a secretary-treasurer/office manager for an
organization I belonged to for 3 years and chose not to
continue.  There were people on the board who had no
business being there and we just didn't get along with each
other.
     "Then I had a chance to move to Tulsa, to take a job
that didn't exist and that's where I am now.  Not much
income, just enough to pay bills, but I love living there.
I made a little money on the sale of my house and furniture,
but I also paid off almost $100 thousand worth of medical
bills for my late partner who shared my life for 33 years.
     "Nothing glamorous, but honest work."
     It was quiet for a little bit.  I hadn't told A.J. very
much about my past life as it hadn't come up, although I had
no reason to hold anything back.
     "That's most impressive.  Especially paying off medical
bills for your friend," Laura said.
     "I had conflicting advice about that.  One attorney
told me that I was under no obligation to do so, but the one
I really trusted said that if his creditors decided that
there were assets in his estate that were hidden, they might
be able to get a judgment.  Although everything was in both
names, one never knows what might happen," I said.
     "Yes, I understand that it's a very gray area of the
law.  You aren't recognized as being married, but they sure
want to treat you that way when money is involved, don't
they?" Laura asked.
     "That's right.  I guess I was lucky he didn't have any
family left.  No telling what could have happened there."
     "Since we're being frank about all this, let me tell
you a little about our family.  My husband, A.J.'s
grandfather, was an attorney - and a good one.  He was in
line to become a District Judge when he died, just three
weeks after A.J. was born.  A.J.'s father was just starting
his appliance business and we had advanced him the seed
money to start it up.  My husband set the venture up as a
family-owned corporation and to begin with, he and I owned
all the stock.  To this day, I'm still majority stockholder
with about 55% of the stock.
     "Two of my husband's friends have helped Jim, that's my
son, by giving him very good advice and guidance.  I'm
really not sure he could have made it grow into a small
empire if it wasn't for their help.  A.J.'s sisters have all
married and two of the husbands are in business with Jim.
The other is a financial advisor and has done very well for
himself.  All three of the men and my son, too, are either
at the office, on the golf course or at a cocktail party.
Literally workaholics.  Jim has tried to get A.J. to join
the family business, but he's not interested in the way they
do business because they really don't know how to enjoy
life.
     "This is something that we are going to have to face
because I am going to have to rewrite my will.  A.J. will
get the majority of my estate, but we have to face the fact
that if he becomes majority stockholder of the company,
there could be problems."
     I agreed.  A.J. was listening like he was hearing
something new, and maybe he was.  I'd have to ask him about
that.  But this was a time for honesty and we were laying
our cards on the table.
     By this time our drinks were empty and A.J. got up to
refresh them, washing the glasses before refilling them.
     Laura continued.  "I want to meet with my attorney and
the two men who have given Jim such good advice in running
his company.  My consideration right now is about the two of
you and what I can do to help you both financially if you
decide to become committed to each other - and I hope you
do.
     "A.J.'s money is largely in a trust fund of which he
will gain control in another 4 months.  He gets a small
salary from the company as a 'consultant' and this is a sore
point with his brothers-in-law.  I don't know why they
should complain because it's not enough to affect their
salaries in any way.  It was done to give him living
expenses while attending college.
     "I know that both of you are used to a good lifestyle
and there is no reason for you to have to live otherwise
since the money is here and will eventually become his
anyway.  It's just a matter of figuring out how to
accomplish this without causing problems in the family.
I can take care of my son, but it's the other three buzzards
who are greedy."
     I was sitting there having a hard time believing what I
was hearing.  She not only was approving of our "marriage"
but was willing to give her grandson a "dowry", too?  This
had been a wild week and I had a feeling it was just getting
started.
     "Grandmother, I knew there was a trust fund, but I've
never seen a dime of it.  What gives?"
     "There were trust funds set up for each of the four of
you and part of the profit from the company is diverted to
them each year.  We made no provision for any income from
them as your parents had a good income and I certainly could
help out if there were any financial problems.  The funds
are evenly matched and were set up so you would each receive
full control over them when the youngest child, Lorraine,
reached 23 years old.  That's in another four months.  Each
of you will receive the principal and I hope you will be
able to live on the interest.  You should, because at the
end of last year, each trust fund was worth a little over $5
million."
     I think A.J. was stunned at that point.  I know that I
was.
     "I had no idea.  I figured it might be a few thousand.
maybe a hundred thousand or so," A.J. said.
     "This is where the two men who have helped your father
came in.  They were the trustees for those trust funds and
were able to make good investments during all the years.
You have them to thank for the growth and your father to
thank for the income the business has had over the years."
     "This is complicated, isn't it?" he asked.
     "Yes, and it may get even more so as I decide about my
money and how, or if, it's to be divided.  We have set up
trust funds for each of my great-grand children, although
I've funded most of that myself up to this point.  Since the
other trust funds mature this year, I am sure that the
money, which was going into them, will now divert to the
great-grand children's funds.  That's the way they were set
up, if I recall."
     Laura looked at her watch.  "It's time that we got
ready to go to dinner.  Our reservations are for 20 minutes
from now and we'll be right on time."
     I took the empty glasses to the kitchen and ducked into
the bathroom to pee and wash my face and hands.  A.J. came
in without knocking and wrapped his arms around me as I was
standing at the sink.  He nuzzled my neck and gave me a kiss
behind my left ear.  I turned and we exchanged a passionate
kiss.
     "Eewweee. Your mouth tastes like gin." he grinned.
     "Wonder why?" I answered, giving his new ring a slight
tug.
     "Absolutely no idea," he said.
     I replied, "I think we were drinking Beefeaters - not
Absolute," breaking up in laughter.
     "Smart ass.  I love you," he said.  "I've got to pee,
so why don't you get the coats out of the closet and we'll
be ready to go when I get back."
     I opened the door and stepped into the hall and walked
to living room smiling.
     Laura had a big smile on her face.  "You guys are just
as bad about going to the bathroom together as you accuse us
women of doing."
     I laughed.  "Guess you caught us there," I said as I
got my coat and put it on, and then was holding A.J.'s for
him as he came into the living room.
     "Wha. what's so funny?" he asked.
     "I just told David that you guys always seem to think
women always have to go to the bathroom in groups and I was
pointing out that you two are just as bad."
     "Grandmother!  I'm wounded," he laughed and we joined
him.
     We got in the car and started for Tiffin's Bistro and
were there within 10 minutes.  As we were seated at our
table, I discovered we had a beautiful view of Lake Hefner.
It wasn't a large lake, but there were numerous small boats
on the water.  It made me think we were on a bay somewhere
on the east coast.
     A very good-looking man, probably in his late 20's was
our waiter.  As he presented menus, he asked for our drink
orders.  Laura gave her order for Beefeaters and we told him
the same.
     "I wish all patrons were as easy to please with drinks
as you are.  It's my choice, also," he said as he left to go
to the bar.
     The menu was simple and I decided right away on the
stuffed pork chops, with grilled vegetables, mushroom bisque
and a salad with the house dressing, which would be served
after the entree.
     A.J. decided on the filet mignon with the vegetables,
soup and salad and Laura repeated except with stuffed
chicken breasts for her entree.  A.J. ordered a nice bottle
of Merlot.  That decided, we returned to our drinks and
enjoying the company of the others at the table.
     I was thankful that our waiter didn't try to rush us
and didn't ask permission to serve the soup until after our
drinks were empty.  That was a plus for him in my book and
automatically increased his tip. if I had a chance to pick
up the tab.  I knew I wouldn't and it didn't bother me.  We
had laid our cards on the table as far as finances were
concerned and there was no need for anyone to try to impress
the others.  From what I could figure, I was considered as
family already, at least as far as Laura and A.J. were
concerned.
     The parents probably wouldn't be a problem, although I
hadn't met them.  They weren't due home from Europe for a
couple of days.  The brothers-in-law and A.J.'s sisters
might be problems, but that was only where Laura and A.J.
were concerned, not me.  True, they might put up a fuss, but
what would be gained by it?  As I read the cards, if they
were accepting, they would probably end up with a tidy sum
of money in addition to the trust funds already provided.
If they decided to cross Laura, she would probably get even
with them and leave her company stock to A.J. and he would
have control of the business.
     I was glad that I'd come from a family who didn't have
much when I was growing up.  My lover and I had done well on
our own, amassing a nice collection of art objects, but
there wasn't any money unless I liquidated everything.
Social Security and retirement plans didn't kick in for me
for another 2 years and a few months.
     Laura and A.J. had been talking to each other as I sat
amid my thoughts and it wasn't until A.J. pushed his shoe
against my ankle that I came back to the present.  I
realized that the waiter had returned to the table to bring
a basket of rolls and take our drink glasses.
     The soup was served and was delicious.  I don't know
how to describe it, other than it was creamy and was full of
mushrooms and onions.
     Laura commented on the soup.  "I'd like to know how
they make this."
     "I would guess that the onions and mushrooms have been
sauteed in butter and the bisque is made from beef stock and
cream.  Whatever the chef did, it's wonderful."
     "You sound like you know your way around the kitchen,"
Laura said.  Maybe we can put you on the payroll as our
Chef," she laughed.
     A.J. was sitting there with a big grin on his face.
"I've had a few things that David has fixed and he has good
ideas in the kitchen."
     I was sitting there thinking, '. and I have good ideas
in the bedroom, too, but we can't talk about that until
later.'
     The soup plates were removed and the entree arrived.
Each plate was beautiful and well presented.  I love grilled
vegetables and these had been left in large pieces, but were
evenly cooked.  I assumed they had been blanched, and then
sauteed just before serving.  I was sure our waiter would
gladly answer that question for us.  He certainly was giving
A.J. plenty of attention.  I wondered if he had figured out
all of our relationships to the others.
     The rolls were a real treat.  Hard crusts with a soft
inside.  Almost like sourdough.  The wine A.J. picked
certainly went well with my pork chops and should have
complimented the other dishes, too.
     We continued with small talk as we ate, commenting on
the food and the week ahead of each of us.
     "David, is it okay if I come to your place to stay for
a few days later in the week?  I want to look around on both
the Tulsa University campus and the University of Oklahoma
campus and see what might be available for me to get a
teaching certificate."
     "Sure, I've got a rehearsal to attend tomorrow night,
but nothing pressing the rest of the week."
     "Are you going to look for a house to live in, or maybe
a condo?" Laura asked me.
     "I don't know right now.  A lot is going to depend on
where A.J. ends up going to school or what he's going to do.
Since we both are hoping to be together there is no need to
do anything right now until we know where we're going to
be."
     "You are right about that," she said.  "I know you
mentioned the other day about finding a larger place to live
at a later time."
     "My apartment is small for just me, but it works for
right now.  Certainly it is not large enough for both of us
to live in."
     "You can say that again, there aren't any extra spaces
there at all.  I've never see a 'walk-in' closet that you
couldn't walk in before," he chuckled.
     I laughed.  "You've got that right and I rent storage
space for some other furniture and things which I don't need
right now, but didn't want to sell when I moved.  Laura, did
A.J. tell you about how filled up my living and dining rooms
are?"
     "Yes, and I think it's remarkable you've made it work."
     "It wasn't easy.  There were things I moved to Tulsa,
and then took back to put in the estate sale.  It wasn't
that I didn't want them, there just wasn't room and I didn't
want to store them."
     By this time, we were finished with our entree and the
plates were removed.  The salad was served shortly and our
waiter asked if we would like coffee.  A few minutes after
the coffee was served, the dessert cart arrived at the
table.  This was going to be a real problem as there were 14
selections on the cart.  I immediately eliminated the three
chocolate items and that still left a large selection.  I
finally decided on a yellow cake, which was delicious.  A.J.
took a slice of raspberry flan and Laura opted for custard
garnished with crushed blueberries.  They all looked good
and my choice certainly was.
     After a second cup of coffee, the bill was presented
and Laura signaled the waiter she was to get the check.  It
was taken care of with a MasterCard and we were ready to
leave.  It had been a very pleasant evening in a very nice
restaurant.  Our waiter was attentive without being in the
way.
     A.J. drove back to Laura's house and all three of us
were quiet until we turned down the cul-de-sac where she
lived.  As A.J. stopped the car, I got out to open the
passenger side front door for Laura.  He came around to
escort her into the house.  She gave me a big hug and kissed
me on the cheek.  "Don't worry about anything," she said.
"This will work out for both of you."
     "Thanks, Laura.  Have a good night."  I got back in the
car as A.J. took her into her house.  He was back outside
and in the car in about three minutes.
     We drove off down the street.
     "That was certainly a very pleasant, but different
evening wasn't it, Hon?" he asked me.
     "Well, nothing like hanging all your dirty laundry out
for everyone to admire," I laughed.
     "I had absolutely no idea about my trust fund.  I knew
it was there, but didn't realize that I was set for life and
that's certainly what it looks like to me," A.J. replied.
     "You are one very lucky young man.  Your grandparents
loved all four of you children and their great-grand
children, too."
     "Yeah, I never realized just how much.  I know that
grandmother really looked out for me.  I can't imagine what
kind of a mess I might have turned out to be without her
guidance and all the trips she took me on.  She certainly
saw to it that I was exposed to art and history."
     "It's too bad that your nieces and nephews can't be
exposed, also.  She could do a lot of good for them.  Kind
of like "Auntie Mame" but not as wild," I laughed.
     "My sisters have taken my mothers example.  You know,
designer labels for the kids play clothes, the right pre-
school and so on.  They can't speak in coherent sentences,
but they certainly know if their clothes came from Old Navy
or K-Mart.  They are going to turn out to be total messes
and there isn't anything I can do about it.  Snooty little
house apes are what they are.  They never see their fathers
because they are never around, just like my father was never
home - or my mother.  We had a live-in domestic who cleaned
house, cooked and did laundry in addition to picking us up
from school and seeing to it that we were at the activities
we were involved in."  A.J. was getting a little riled up.
     "Hey, I know how you feel about all this and there
isn't anything you can do about it.  Just be glad that you
turned out to be a wonderful sensitive and smart man like
you are.  Look out for A.J. because he's number one in my
books.  That's why I love you."
     "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to unload.  It's just that
it's a form of child abuse to raise children as they are
doing, just as if the kids were being beaten.
     "Well, I guess I'll just have to see if I can get you
pregnant so we can have a child to raise properly and show
them how it's to be done."
     It started as a snicker and then developed into a full-
scale hearty laugh for both of us.
     "I'm ready to go home and try right now."  A.J. was
still laughing, as was I.
     By this time we were turning into the driveway and the
door started up as we rounded the corner at the back of the
house.
     It was just 9 p.m., although dark outside.
     "How about a nude swim?" A.J. asked, wiggling his
eyebrows.
     "Thought you would never ask.  It's a beautiful evening
to be in the pool, the water should feel good."
     We went in the house, shutting the garage door and
locking the inside entrance behind us.  A.J. put his arm
around me, pulling me around for a kiss, which turned out to
be one of his famous "toe-tinglers".
     "Are you going to marry me?" he asked.  "It's what I
     want to happen," he said. Another kiss.
     "Well, if kisses like that are part of the benefits,
     then yes," I teased.
     "Oh, believe me, those are just part of the benefits.
Would you like to see a menu or shall I present a sample
plate for your choices?"
     "You are such an Imp.  I don't know if I love you for
your personality, your sexy body or the fact that you are a
great lay.  It's such a hard decision," I said as I kissed
him, trying to do the same for him as he'd just done for me.
     "I'll show you a hard decision," he said, taking my
hand and guiding it to his crotch and using his other to
feel my hard dick.  "Let's go get naakid," he said, drawing
out the mispronounced word.
     Believe me, I was ready.
     We did manage to go upstairs and hang up our suits
without any further play, however, as soon as I started to
unbutton my shirt he said, "Wait, let's undress each other.
That's the best game we know."
     "Oh, yeah?  I thought yesterday it was 'hide the
sausage'.
     The sparkle in his eyes indicated what I thought was
coming.  I was right.  In a 'little boy voice' I heard,
"Daddy, can't I have a very favorite game every day?
Please, Daddy?"
     I loved this, so in a deep voice I said, "Well, son,
what's going to be your favorite game tomorrow?"
     The little boy voice again.  "Well Daddy, maybe we can
play 'hide your sausage'."
     I wasn't expecting this and laughed so hard I had tears
in my eyes.  I was about to decide that the "daddy-little
boy" routine was my favorite game.  God, I loved this guy.
     Back to undressing each other, spending more time
kissing than taking the other's clothes off.  Of course both
dicks were sticking out the flies of our boxers and they got
as much attention as the clothes that were being cast off.
Somehow I knew that we were not going to go play in the
swimming pool.  It didn't make any difference.  My man was
here.  He wanted me and I wanted him and the bed was right
behind us.
     * * * * *
     (to be continued)
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