Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 22:56:57 -0500 (EST)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: Surprise Guest, Chapter 6

From the author to the readers:

This story includes male to male sex in some chapters.  If it is illegal
for you to readthis because of age or what laws govern your reading
material, please do not read this story.

You will note that the characters ask each other before having unprotected
sex.  It is unwise to have unprotected sex if you can not trust your
partner.  These characters did trust one another.


Surprise Guest

Chapter Six

    After the proper siesta and some lovemaking, Jean proposed to Ralph
that they try one more interesting restaurant in the city, an Asian
restaurant.  Ralph said nothing, so Jean asked Ralph, "You do like Asian
food, don't you?"

    Ralph admitted he had only been to a Chinese restaurant in the city,
and it wasn't very good.

    Jean asked, "Do you mind spicy food, like Mexican?"

    Again, Ralph paused, then answered, "I didn't grow up with spicy foods,
and Louise used very few Spices.  I like Mexican food if it's not all
jalapeño peppers."

    "Fine, we'll try a favorite Thai restaurant, but we'll stick to a
fairly mild degree of heat."  And they did.  Ralph started out gingerly
moving food on his plate with his fork, asking what particular things were.
Jean explained that most of the items he saw on his plate were Oriental
vegetables, with a few bits of chicken.  Ralph sampled the Pad Thai,
pronounced it delicious, and polished off his dinner.

    Leaving the restaurant, Ralph said, "I didn't realize Salinas had so
many new restaurants.  I always thought you had to go to Monterey or Carmel
for food as good as the Thai restaurant."

    Jean laughed and began to sing, "Everything's up to date in Salinas
City.  They've gone about as `fur' as they can go."  Then he spoke, "It
wasn't this good when I began to visit my uncle, but things have changed.
Maybe it was the soldiers coming back from Asia to Ft Ord, or maybe it was
just that the whole country is exposed to more food from overseas."

    They drove back silently, reflecting on their meal and how their lives
were changing, Ralph being exposed to new foods and Jean's fine cooking,
and, of course, Jean's lovemaking, and Jean reveling in Ralph's hugs and
kisses and lovemaking.
    The trip to Ralph's home was uneventful.  They started to get ready for
bed when the door bell rang.  Ralph put his pants back on and went, bare
chested, to the front door.  Deputy Bob White was waiting on the porch.
Ralph invited him in.

    Deputy White asked if Mr. Roualt was at home.  He also looked at
Ralph's bare, furry chest, then looked at Ralph's eyes.  Ralph paused for a
moment, then said, "Oh, you want Jean.  Yes, he's home.  I'll get him."  He
left the room, calling for Jean.  In a few moments, Jean came, slipping
into a shirt.  Deputy White looked briefly at Jean's masculine bare,
hairless chest, then gazed intently into Jean's eyes.

    "What can I do for you, Deputy White?"

    "Please call me Bob.  This is not official business.  I just want some
advice.  I knew your uncle, and he was respected in the gay community.  I
heard him talk about relationships, and I hope that you have some knowledge
or experience."

    "Sure," Jean spoke, and led him to the sofa.  "Please sit down.  Would
you like something to drink?"

    "Thanks, but no thanks," Bob replied as they sat down fairly close.
Bob's arm just naturally moved to hug Jean to him.  "You see, I'm partnered
with a man several years younger than I am.  I'm content to stay at home,
watch television, invite friends to dinner and spend the evening over
drinks.  He wants to go out every night.

    "Lately, he's been coming in very late.  Sometimes just before I have
to get up to go to work.  I don't know where he's been, or who he's been
with.  He looks pretty rough, having had too much to drink.  I'm worried
about him.  He's young, and he may be involved in risky conduct."

    "Has he ever used drugs?" Jean asked.

    "He told me he smoked a little pot when he was in school, but has
stayed clean since we met."

    "Has anything started to disappear around the home, such as nicknacks?
Do you know if any money has been disappearing from your wallet, or checks
missing from your check book?  Are you aware of any strange purchases with
your credit cards?"

    "Come to think of it, I have noticed my wallet has been a bit lighter
lately.  I thought I just wasn't aware of the purchases I had made, and the
money I'd spent.  Roy has a credit card that I pay, and his bills seem to
be getting bigger.  I didn't really think about it till now."

    "So, what are you going to do about the situation?"

    "I guess I'd better talk to Roy, and tell him what concerns me.  I have
to be careful.  He can stop talking, just stay silent, and then I can't
discuss anything at all."

    "As you tell me the situation, Bob, it appears it ought to be dealt
with right now.  The sooner the better."

    Bob rose from the couch, shook Jean's hand, brought him into a hug and
said, "Thanks for your help, Mr. Roualt."

    "Please call me Jean.  I want to help if I can, in any way.  You know
the phone number, and you can stop by almost any time.  Well, I think it
might be wise to call first.  You never know where I may be, or what we're
doing."  A grin lit up Jean's face as he hugged Bob, then led him to the
door.

    Jean went into the bedroom to prepare for bed.  Ralph asked, "What was
all that about?"

    Jean explained that Bob White was concerned about his relationship with
Roy.  "I'll bet I know Roy.  His name is Roy Snow.  Come to think of it,
I've seen him with Bob White.  Roy was one of my students when I was
Principal.  A very good-looking, bright kid, but he couldn't settle down,
do his homework, or pay attention in class.  I believe he graduated, but
just by the skin of his teeth.  I don't know what he has done since he
finished school."

    Jean and Ralph were, by then, both nude, and slipped into bed, to
cuddle and caress while sleep overtook them.

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