Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2002 08:58:54 EST
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Route 66 Tour, Chapter 7/?
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ROUTE 66 TOUR
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PLEASE: In a perfect world AIDS doesn't exist. My
characters sometimes have unprotected sex. I hope you use proper
precautions because I'd like you to be around the read the last
chapter of this story.
Route 66 Tour
Chapter 7
The rest of the week was uneventful. We both had things to
do and A.J. wanted to visit the Schusterman Center at the Tulsa
Campus of The University of Oklahoma as well as the campus at
Tulsa University and Oral Roberts University.
Part of the time we went our separate ways and other times
we visited the college campuses together. It was amazing to me.
When I was in college you had to go to the university in the town
where it was located. Now you can attend about any school where
you want to go and not have to leave home to do it. With the
Internet and branch schools all over the country, it was possible
to get a degree in about anything from anywhere.
None of the schools were far from where "our home" was and
except for parking and getting inside to a class, you could be on
any of the three campuses within 20 minutes.
A.J. finally decided on 2 classes, one which met at the
University of Oklahoma on Tuesday and Thursday mornings from 9 to
11 and the other at Tulsa University from 2 to 3:30 p.m. on
Wednesday afternoons. His actual practice teaching wouldn't
start until January, but he was welcome to observe any classes he
chose to attend. He was to interview potential supervising
teachers next week. One taught at Will Rogers High School and
the other taught at Memorial High School.
We talked about a different place to live, as certainly my
apartment was not large enough for two men to live in. I had
three rooms of furniture stored. I really didn't want to store
it, but knew it would not bring much at a sale and I certainly
couldn't replace it for what it had originally cost. I told A.J.
that, quite frankly, I wanted not to have to take care of a yard.
Well, I hadn't really thought that through. "I" didn't want to
take care of a yard, I guess it was okay for him to do it or we
could hire someone else to do it. And yet, I knew in the bottom
of my heart that if he decided he was going to take care of it,
that I would be right out there beside him, helping.
And. if it cost us a thousand dollar penalty to move out,
then so be it. It wasn't as if we couldn't come up with the
money. I guess I'd gotten into the "me" mentality as to what I
could or should afford by myself. With two of us sharing, it was
a whole different story.
The housing market was still good, even if the job market
wasn't. It was a mystery to me how the economy was strong in
some areas and not in others. The stock market sucked, but some
stocks hadn't been hurt at all. Neither of us were up on the
economy. I didn't have money to risk and I was sure that the
financial advisors for the McDermott family had their investments
isolated in things that would not fail.
* * * * *
Other than being crowded, we quickly settled in; probably
happier than most newlyweds. I thought about most "traditional
couples" adjusting to marriage and wondered if two men didn't
have a big advantage over them. This was a "dark area" as far as
I was concerned. I had no idea what they had to go through to
get used to living with each other. But I could guarantee that
we probably had better sex. Now that would be an interesting
"human studies" class to take, wouldn't it?
We usually talked to Laura twice a day, and for at least a
half hour each time, both of us on the speakerphone. After about
the third day I realized that A.J. probably hadn't had any
contact with his parents since picking them up at the airport.
I asked him about it.
"You also need to notice that they haven't called me," he
explained.
I hadn't thought this question through.
"The entire six years I was in college I think my mother
called me twice and one of those was to tell me, 'In case you
missed us, we went to Hawaii for a week.' I hadn't missed them
and grandmother had already told me they left on a spur of the
moment because some friends of theirs from the country club were
going so mother could play bridge and my father could play golf.
The other time she called me was to tell me that they had decided
to go on a Mediterranean cruise and she had promised to take
grandmother to the beauty shop the next morning, which was a
Saturday and that she couldn't do it.
"Again, grandmother had already called me to say that one of
her friends could take her. I wanted to spend the weekend with
her anyway, so I went to her house that afternoon and stayed
until Sunday night."
I could tell that A.J. had a lot of hostility bottled up,
whether he knew it or not. I also wondered why his parents had
four children. A.J. said that they had always had a live-in lady
who cooked, cleaned, ran errands and saw to it that the children
were where they needed to be on time. Was this a case of giving
birth and then assuming no responsibility? I hadn't met any of
his family yet, but I wasn't sure I wanted to. Had I married
into a totally screwed up family where there were only two sane
members - A.J. and Laura? It certainly seemed that way to me.
Well, I had the experience to make this work - and it would
as long as I had a chance to show my love for A.J.
* * * * *
In our conversation with Laura on Friday evening, she told
us that she had met with her attorney and the two financial
advisors. We were summoned to a meeting at her house at 10 a.m.
on Monday morning.
'Oh great,' I thought. 'We get to worry about this all
weekend.'
We had a great weekend and some of it seemed to revolve
around activities in the "little room around the corner" a/k/a
known as the bedroom. Now I'm not saying that we hadn't had a
great time the previous three days, but it was hotter on the
weekend - and not just for air-conditioning purposes
There couldn't be any way that a new bride and groom could
be happier than I was.
Saturday morning we decided to take a "day trip" and we took
U.S. 412 and the Cherokee Turnpike to Springdale and
Fayetteville, Arkansas. The campus of the University of Arkansas
is beautiful. Hilly and not crowded together like so many
schools. We ate lunch, then drove on to Ft. Smith and back to
Tulsa on I-40 and the Muskogee Turnpike. The day was perfect,
weather wise, and it was nice to get out of town and just see
something new.
Sunday morning we attended the solemn high mass at my parish
downtown. A.J. was impressed with the men and boys choir
(augmented by 9 women) and was enthralled with the use of
incense. That was something they didn't do at his parish in
Oklahoma City. Well, I'd been told that my parish was a
"liturgical oasis in the middle of the desert" and it was true.
There just were not that many Episcopal Churches that were "high
church" anymore. A priest friend had told me that the difference
between "high church" and "low church" was spelled "L-A-Z-Y" and
he was right.
We went to brunch after mass with friends from church.
Charlie was there and was surprised to see A.J. again. He had a
funny look on his face as if he didn't believe we were there
together. He was too polite to say anything at the table, but
after we paid our bill he pulled me aside.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Oh, A.J. decided to move to Tulsa and take some more post
graduate classes at the University of Oklahoma and Tulsa
University. He's living with me," I said proudly.
"I'm sure that's just a temporary situation," he said.
"Why don't you talk to him about that? I think that you
could safely say that we are 'newly-wed lovers'." I hated to
gloat, particularly because if it hadn't been for Charlie and the
"Route 66 Tour" I would have never met A.J.
"Well, I'll be damned," he said.
"Hey, Charlie, if it hadn't been for you wanting to take
this trip last week, this wouldn't have happened. Thanks a
bunch," I said, kissing him on the cheek in front of the whole
world.
He was appropriately embarrassed.
I loved it.
The group of 6 men broke up and we went our separate ways.
A.J. and I arrived back at our apartment and decided to
change clothes and go to one of the parks for a long walk. Well,
it didn't quite work out that way. Something happened while we
were changing clothes and it took about 45 minutes to fix it.
Then, for some reason, we slept about an hour, so were late
getting to the park.
It was warm enough that there were a lot of almost naked
joggers on the pathway that seemed to be shared by everyone.
Runners, joggers, bikers, skateboarders, skaters and those of us
at the very bottom of the pecking order, the walkers.
We walked completely around the parameter of the park, a
distance of about 3 miles. Most of the time it was a pleasurable
experience, but from time to time everyone seemed to hit the same
traffic snarl at the same time. We quickly found that it was
best to step off the path and find a bench to sit on for about
three minutes. By that time it had cleared and we could be
virtually alone until the next gaggle of humanity caught up with
us. I had a hard time believing that others weren't smart enough
to step aside until the snarl cleared.
* * * * *
The next morning was Monday and I woke up at 6:30. I hadn't
been dreaming after all, someone was sharing my bed. He was
handsome and hairy and he loved me as much as I loved him. It
was wonderful just to lie there and look at him. However, I just
couldn't leave well enough alone and had to rub my hands over
this hunk. It didn't take long for him to start to wake up.
I don't think there is anything sexier than watching a young
man wake up and realize the world is still there. One eye came
open. I couldn't resist, I had to run my tongue around his
mouth. Surprise!! It opened and didn't seem that either of us
had "morning breath" so we were quickly into a full blown kiss,
rubbing our bodies against each other, squeezing and feeling each
other all over.
Finally A.J. said, "Hon, I really need to go pee if this is
going to be fun."
We flipped the sheet back and both went to the bathroom. My
toilet was in a place that we really couldn't pee at the same
time, so I brushed my teeth and washed my face while A.J. was
relieving himself, and then he did the same as we traded spaces.
Back to bed. He lay on his back, indicating that he wanted
me to lie on top of him and I was only too glad to do so. We
both seemed to be hard immediately. Arms and legs entwined,
enjoying the feel of each other's naked body, we rolled on our
sides, facing each other. We pulled apart slightly so we could
give nipples some stimulation. A.J. hadn't had any problems with
his piercing and new ring, so I decided that we could replace it
with the one he had purchased, the lighting bolt like I had. But
that would be later in the morning. We had something much more
important which had come up between us.
Then we rolled again, this time with me lying on my back and
him full out on top of me. I hoped he was getting off rubbing
against each other as much as I was.
Without me realizing the venue was changing, A.J. starting
kissing me all over my face, then worked his way to my ears,
which seemed to be a very sensitive spot for each of us. Then,
running his tongue down my jaw and to my throat, I could feel my
cock twitch and knew the precum was starting to leak from my
cockhead. I wanted to perform the same ministration to A.J., but
he wasn't allowing me to move at that point. What did I do? Lie
there and enjoy it.
Pinching, licking and lightly biting my nipples, he was
moving on down my torso, his nose buried in the thick fur between
my pecs and following the trail to my navel. I realized that he
was starting to work around so I could reach is lower regions and
we soon had the opportunity to nose around the other's groin. He
smelled good. I took my left hand and squeezed his shaft
slightly and was rewarded with a big dollop of precum leaking
from his cockhead, buried inside his foreskin. I couldn't wait
and ran my tongue inside, around the glans and drank what seemed
to be a teaspoon of that delicious clear nectar. There was just
a hint of smegma. God, it was too bad we couldn't figure out a
way to bottle this and sell it. We could become millionaires.
I buried his cock in my throat, using the muscles at the
back to massage his cockhead while I tickled his balls. As I
pulled off, I stuck my index finger in the side of my mouth to
wet it, then teased his asshole. He did the same to me, then I
could feel his tongue working its way back down the outside of my
cock shaft, then around my balls and to the perineum. This guy
was starting to play for keeps.
I abandoned his cock to give him what I was getting. It
worked because he started bucking around on the bed. This guy
was fun to play with. It didn't take long to loosen him up, then
he started begging me to get inside him.
"Uhmmnn, put it in me," he was almost panting.
I was only too happy to oblige him and he rolled on his back
as I reached for lube and a condom. I decided right then that we
should get tested today. I knew I was okay and that he should
be, too, but we couldn't take that risk until we were sure.
After all we were "married" now and I was sure it would be a
monogamous relationship. But that wasn't my concern at the
moment.
I put the nozzle of the KY tube to his ass lips and squeezed
to put some inside his channel, then used one, two and finally
three fingers to loosen him up. As I withdrew my fingers, I
cleaned them on my lance and added a little more before rolling
the condom on. More KY and I was ready.
A.J. pulled his legs up and was holding them just above his
knees, then slipped them over my shoulders as I moved into
position. I pushed slightly, the cockhead breeching the
sphincter muscle then I could feel him wiggling around, pushing
himself down my shaft. I soon could feel my balls touching his
hairy butt.
"That's it," he whispered. "Now, fuck me!!"
I withdrew slightly and could feel him immediately slam back
into me. Okay, he really did want it, didn't he?
We had performed this ritual enough times that I knew he was
likely to cum without either of us touching his cock; the
stimulation of his cock by my belly rubbing against it while we
fucked usually caused him to cum at the same time I did. I
started to lower myself onto him so we could kiss as we
copulated. This wasn't what he wanted. His legs moved around my
body and he locked his ankles behind my butt cheeks.
"Really fuck me!!!" he panted.
I rose back up and started slamming into him and he met
every thrust with one of his own. I could feel a tingle starting
somewhere behind my cock and knew it wouldn't be long at this
speed and depth of my strokes. Sure enough I felt my cock twitch
and A.J. must have, too, because I could feel his muscles
tightening around my cock.
He started making noises - of pleasure, I assumed.
"Give it to me!!! I want to feel you cum!!!" he was almost
yelling.
That's all it took and I gave it up, filling the condom. He
erupted almost at the same time and I thought his sphincter
muscle was going to sever my dick. I don't know how many times
he pulsed while cumming, but it seemed like more than I had ever
felt before. We were both panting and I collapsed on his body,
our mouths searching for the other.
He lay like that for what seemed like a long time before I
could feel my cock slipping out and he released his legs.
"That was incredible," he whispered as he pulled his mouth
from mine.
"You are incredible, you are great, I love you," I replied.
We slipped around with me still lying on top of him. He
must have shot a lot of cum because it was like our stomachs and
chests were covered with slick oil.
We lay quietly for quite a while, nuzzling each other,
exchanging little kiss pecks and enjoying being with each other.
Finally I heard the clock striking. It was 7:45. Wow!!
This had gone on for an hour and seemed like we had just returned
to bed.
I rose up. I hate to end this, but do you realize that we
need to be on our way to Oklahoma City in about 45 minutes?"
A.J. suddenly snapped to being fully conscious. "What time
IS it?" he asked.
"The clock in the living room just struck 7:45," I said.
"Oh my gosh!" was his reply. "We've got to get moving."
"I know, but I'd almost risk missing the meeting to do this
again. You were fantastic."
"You were the one doing the fucking and I don't think I've
ever cum that much before. It felt like a gallon was trying to
force its way up my tube all at once," he said.
By that time we were both in the bathroom. I stripped off
the condom and started to throw it in the toilet.
"You didn't do so bad yourself," he said proudly as he
pointed to the condom. There was more than just a little bit in
it - a lot more.
"You caused it," I said as we locked together for another
kiss.
He started his clean up routine while I went to the kitchen
to start a pot of coffee and pour orange juice for us.
* * * * *
We got in A.J.'s car and were on our way to Oklahoma City
exactly at 8:30. After we were on the Turner Turnpike and out of
traffic, we held hands.
"I want to get tested for HIV as soon as we can. I don't
think we have anything to worry about, but there is no reason to
take the risk before we know for sure. I don't know about you,
but I want to feel bare skin in my ass instead of a hot rod
encased in latex."
"I was thinking about that while we were having sex this
morning. Let's get it taken care of right away. If we get
tested today or tomorrow we'll probably have the results by the
end of the week."
* * * * *
We were at Laura's house with less than 10 minutes to spare.
There was a gray Cadillac on the driveway and we parked next to
it.
A.J. had barely inserted his key in the door when Laura
opened it. Even in casual clothes, pants and a silk blouse with
a scarf, she looked regal. She grabbed my hand and seemed to
pull me through the door, giving me a hug and a kiss, then did
the same to A.J.
We walked into the living room.
"David, I'd like you to say hello to my attorney, Herbert
Flowers."
We exchanged greetings. Then he shook A.J.'s hand.
Laura continued but I sensed she was a little agitated.
"Herbert needs some answers to a few questions and some
information I couldn't provide."
I wasn't sure about this. Did Herbert have bad news, or was
he telling Laura to leave everything alone and me to leave A.J.
alone. I wondered if we were going to like the outcome of this
meeting.
A.J. and I sat on the love seat, across a coffee table from
Herbert and Laura. We were holding hands, probably for
supporting each other and what we were going to hear in this
meeting.
"David," Herbert said, "I'm really pleased to meet you and I
appreciate you and A.J. running over here this morning. Laura
wants to get some plans in motion and this is the best way to do
it."
That statement made me feel better - immediately.
"Laura has briefed me on what is going on with the two of
you and I'm here to help her settle some affairs regarding her
will and disposition of property. As you may realize, she has a
considerable estate and I'm helping her make some plans which
will make it easier to carry out her wishes when the time comes.
"She has indicated that you moved to Tulsa last spring and
that you are currently renting an apartment, is that right?"
"Yes, I took a years lease to get a better rental rate."
"When does your lease run out?"
"Next April first," I replied.
"Have you looked at property to buy yet?"
"No, I was waiting until a little closer to the lease
expiration and then, if need be, go on a month-to-month with a 30-
day notice."
"I suggest that you start looking as soon as possible," he
said.
There was a long silence. I didn't know how to respond.
Sensing my silence was because I was confused, he continued.
"A.J. and you are living together in Tulsa, aren't you?"
"Yes."
A.J. squeezed my hand and I returned the gesture.
"You are both part of this, and I'm sure each of you have an
interest in where you will be living. I have a friend who sells
real estate in Tulsa. His name is Doug Reynolds. I'll give him
a call after we finish here and let him know what's going on."
A.J. spoke up. "Herbert, that would be great, because I
certainly don't know where this is leading."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that I'm getting ahead of myself.
Laura wants to help the two of you buy a house and has authorized
me to transfer $450,000 to you fellows to accomplish this. That
should be enough to buy the property and then renovate it to suit
your needs. You know, like replacing plumbing, heating and air
conditioning, a new kitchen. Whatever it needs to make it
yours."
I was glad I was sitting down.
"Doug specializes in older properties and we thought he
would be a good person to work with you. If you want a new
house, there is another person in his firm that he will refer you
to, but based on what Laura has told me, I think you are probably
more interested in a nice, older home. Am I right?"
My mind must have been like a tornado at that moment. All
of my thoughts were spinning together, out of control, and I
wasn't sure about anything. $450,000?
"Uhhh. yes." I was grasping for words. "I think older
houses have a lot more character. I don't like most of the new
places. The rooms are too small and chopped up."
A.J. nodded, not saying anything.
"Good. Laura told me that you will have about a thousand
dollar penalty for breaking your lease, so I think you boys
should be able to afford that." He chuckled.
"Yeah." Still a little confused. "It shouldn't be a
problem.
A.J. was sitting there, seemingly as stunned as I was.
"I'll transfer the money to an escrow account at her bank
this afternoon. When you've found what you want, just have the
contract sent to my attention and I'll handle all the legal work
from that point on."
"Laura, are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Never more sure than anything I've done for A.J. already,"
she said. "There should be enough to buy a nice piece of
property and then repair, remodel or whatever needs to be done to
make it ready to live in. Just make sure there's a place for me
to stay when I come to visit."
"I don't know what to say. except that I'm grateful to you
and thankful, too. And. you can be assured there will always be
a room for you."
I was wondering what else this little lady had up her
sleeve.
"You are more than welcome. I know you fellows are in love
and I want things to be such that the two of you don't have any
financial worries. A.J. hasn't been happy with the job
interviews he's had so far and I can't think that he will enjoy
teaching unless it's on a college level. He's talked a little
bit about owning his own business, but he always enjoys
traveling, too. We've done some checking on you and everything
you have told me is true. You have money to get by on, but not
to do anything much more than survive."
"That's right," I agreed.
"A.J. has money that will take care of his needs for the
rest of his life. If you and he are interested in either
starting or buying a business, I'll help you with that, too," she
said.
"Again, that's very generous of you," wondering what A.J.
was thinking about this.
Herbert had been quiet, but started talking again.
"Laura has asked me to come up with a plan that involves
each of you. Now there is going to be a fund set up for you,
David, and you will have the use of the interest each year. In
the provision for this is a disclaimer that if you and A.J.
should decide your relationship is not going to work and
separate, then the income will stop.
I was stunned. What a meeting this was turning out to be.
"Laura, are you sure about this?" I questioned. "He and I
hardly know each other and although I love him and think this can
work, aren't you jumping the gun?"
"Maybe," she replied. "But, I think you are going to be
good for A.J. and if you are both sure about this, then let me do
what I can to help both of you."
"I. I don't know what to say," I replied.
"For now, just say thank you and promise me that you'll take
care of him. He isn't demanding and he's really somewhat
innocent. He's always been very mature for his age and has been
a joy for me to have around."
A.J. was sitting there with a funny look on his face, too.
Herbert then added, "I'm going to draw up some paperwork and
we'll get the accounts set up in the next day or two, but you and
A.J. should have roughly the same amount of income each year."
The figures were spinning around in my head. 'How much were
we talking about?' I wondered.
He continued. Right now interest rates and investment
returns are way down, but you fellows should have at least
$300,000 each, before taxes, on an annual basis. That doesn't
touch the principal account."
Geez, I couldn't believe it. My life had turned every which
way this past week and I thought it was going to take at least a
month before my feet touched the ground again.
"I really don't know what to say now."
Laura said, "I do. Welcome to the family as my second
favorite grandson. But you don't have to call me 'granny'," she
laughed.
"Laura, you have done so much. I'm going to have to digest
all this. If I don't seem properly grateful, it's because I'm
speechless."
Both Herbert and Laura laughing.
"We'll let you regain your thoughts and sort them out,"
Herbert said, then added, "I will have some paperwork for you to
sign and some signature cards for some bank accounts. I suggest
that you get your own attorney to look things over and explain
anything you don't understand. It's pretty much straight forward
and the only thing is termination of income in case you decide
you can't live together - kind of like a divorce," he said.
I could almost hear the "smile" in his voice when he said
that.
A.J. hugged me.
"I know it has to be this way, grandmother, but we're going
to see to it that it doesn't happen." Another hug, which I
returned.
Then Herbert added, "I think all of us need to get together
late next week to finalize the legal issues here and get this
process completed right away."
"That will be fine with me. Maybe by then my head will have
stopped spinning," I laughed.
Herbert said, "It has been my pleasure to work this up for
Laura. I'm sorry we had to rush getting this started, but I'm
leaving next weekend for a few days and Laura was anxious to get
this plan underway."
"Laura, thank you so much. I love you for making all this
possible for us," I added, directing the conversation to her.
"You fellows are going to be great together. Just love each
other and know that I love you, too."
"Thanks. We will and I know you do."
A.J. addressed a question to Herbert. "How is this going to
effect my parents and the rest of my family?"
"This is Laura's own money and doesn't impact the business
in any way at this time. We still have to rewrite her will, but
that is an entirely different matter at this point."
"I guess that I need to talk to my parents about what's
going on?" he asked.
"A.J., there shouldn't be any problem, but if you want, I'll
sit down with them and Laura and you and David next week. I
think maybe the best thing right now is for you to introduce him
to your parents without going into any great detail at this
point."
"Okay. Maybe we can do that after lunch. I'll call right
now to see if they are available."
"Good idea. I don't expect any problems, but I'd really
like to get paperwork drawn up and bank accounts set up before we
tell them what is really going on."
"Thanks, Herbert. A.J. stood up to shake hands with him as
Herbert stood. Laura and I stood up, also, and A.J. gave her
another kiss and hug. She reached out her hand for me to join
them.
All of us thanked Herbert as he went out the door and left.
As we started to sit back down, Laura said, "I think this calls
for a celebration. A.J., there is some cold champagne in the
refrigerator, why don't you get it out?"
He headed to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of
Korbel Brut, getting it ready to open. He popped the cork and
poured three flutes of the golden nectar, handing one to each of
us.
Laura held up her glass. "To my two grandsons. May life be
a wonderful experience for the both of you together."
We said, "Thank you" and "Cheers," touching our glasses
together, sipping the golden liquid.
I spoke up. "Laura, I can't believe what just happened this
morning. Your attorney certainly moves quickly.
"Actually I talked to him before you went back to Tulsa on
Tuesday and told him to get started on this. What he has done so
far is pretty simple. Rewriting my will is going to be a lot
tougher job and we'll have to bring in our two friends who are
the family financial advisors. The three of them should be able
to figure out the way to handle everything without causing anyone
any problems."
We sat there, sipping our drinks and each of us must have
been in our own thoughts as it was quiet for a couple of minutes.
A.J. came back from using the phone in the kitchen. "Dads
at his office and Mom already had a luncheon set up so she could
impress all her friends with the details of their trip."
Laura laughed. "I'd love to be a fly on the wall and hear
all about it. I'm sure they didn't go to a single museum,
concert or play. They probably ate in some great restaurants and
wondered why they couldn't get a decent steak and baked potato."
All of us laughed.
"I shouldn't criticize my own son and his wife, but A.J. and
I took one trip with them and it was the last. We went to
England and they got along pretty well because they speak our
language, but they were totally lost when it came to sightseeing.
We finally left them at the hotel and went on our own. His
mother found a bridge game and his father found an appliance
store and that kept them amused the rest of the afternoon. We
had a grand time at the museums."
We visited and finished the bottle of champagne. I needed
something to eat because coffee and orange juice was all we'd had
and that had been almost 4 hours ago.
"Laura, would you like to join us for lunch? I don't know
where we're going, but I think it's time we all had something to
eat."
"Yes, I would. A.J., how about that good Mexican restaurant
out on the Northwest Expressway?"
"That would be good. I haven't been there for a long time."
I took the glasses back to the kitchen and we were ready to
leave. We got outside and I realized that we were going to have
to make do with a 2-door model. I climbed in the backseat and we
left for the restaurant.
After lunch we started back to Laura's house and A.J. asked
if she needed to do any errands.
"No, I'm fine until later in the week. Betsy took me last
Friday."
We arrived back at Laura's all standing on the driveway
giving her our hugs and kisses.
"You boys drive carefully and call me when you get to your
apartment," she told us.
"We certainly will," we replied almost together."
A.J. unlocked the door and took her inside. I was just
getting back in the car when he came back out. We started off
for Tulsa and the real beginning of our lives together.
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(to be continued
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