Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 00:42:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "Surprise Guest" Chapter 9

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From the author to the readers:

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

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Surprise Guest

Chapter Nine

    As Jean finished preparing dinner, and Ralph was setting the table for
the three men, Bob walked into the kitchen.  His eyes were still a bit red,
and he still looked tired, but not as tired as when he arrived.

    Ralph looked at Jean, who nodded, then Ralph said, " Bob, I hope you
know by now that we think of you as a special friend, almost a part of our
family.  No.  You are a part of our family.  So, we want to suggest that
you come stay with us for a while.  Going back to that apartment and all
its memories has to be difficult, and we think you ought to be with us.
What do you think?"

    Bob thought for a while, then replied, "Ralph and Jean, I think you're
right.  When I walked in the front door after identifying Roy's body, I
felt like I had walked into a tomb.  All the time I was there, I couldn't
stop crying.  Everything in the rooms seemed to remind me of Roy.  I
couldn't take it any more.  That's why I came here.  You always are so
welcoming, and you make me feel at home here."

    "Good.  That's settled," said Jean.  "Let's eat."

    Conversation came slowly to them, but they eventually began to talk,
starting with Jean.  "Bob, today Ralph and I went to examine my house-- my
uncle's house it once was.  We are going to make some changes while the
fire damage is repaired.  Two men who worked for my uncle told me about a
contractor, Carlos Ramirez.  Do you know anything about him?"

    "He has an excellent reputation, is honest, hard-working, and fair
pricing," Bob replied.  "In fact, I have seen some houses he has built, and
they looked darned good.  Now would be a good time to contact him, because
building is down, and he would probably be able to start at once."

    The phone rang.  Ralph answered, "Hello.  This is Ralph Johansen."
After a pause, he handed the phone to Jean and said, "It's Carlos Ramirez
for you.  You may want to take the cordless phone to the living room where
it won't be noisy."

    Jean took the phone with him to the living room.  His soft voice did
not carry well into the kitchen, but he soon returned and explained, "I've
arranged to meet with Carlos tomorrow morning at my house at 8 a.m.  Sorry,
Ralph, it's going to be our house.  Anyway, we'll look the house over, tell
him what we want, and let him offer suggestions.  He sounded pleased to be
consulted."

    "Bob, can you take a week of vacation, or some kind of leave, and stay
with us?" Ralph asked.

    "Yeah, I guess that's a good idea.  My lease is about up on the
apartment, and I don't want to stay there.  Could I keep my clothes and
uniforms here until I figure out where I'm going to live?  I can store my
furniture till I've found a place to live," Bob answered.

    Jean spoke, "Ralph and I will be glad to have your handsome face...and
body to look at every day."

    After the dinner dishes were washed and put away, Jean brought coffee
for three to the living room.  Jean and Ralph sat on the sofa, on either
side of Bob, their arms around him.

    Bob began, "You know, I've never felt so much love before as I feel in
this home.  My dad always went out some place after work, and he didn't eat
many dinners with us.  My mother did her best, keeping house and a job to
supplement what Dad brought home.  After his bar bill, he didn't bring much
money home."

    "Things were always tight, and she felt the burden.  She divorced him
when I was ten years old.  We didn't see much of him.  One night the police
came to tell us he had died in a traffic accident.  I believe he was drunk
and ran off the highway into something.  Mom lasted until I graduated from
high school, when she was diagnosed with cancer.  She lasted only a few
months.  Since then I've been on my own.  I never had any other family."

    Both Ralph and Jean held Bob close as he began to cry again.  Both
caressed him and told him to let it all out.  He was where he ought to be,
and they were glad he was their friend.

    A few minutes more, when Bob had stopped crying, Jean and Ralph took
his hands and led him to the bedroom, stripped him, then themselves, and
lay down on either side of him on the bed.  They caressed him, spoke gently
to him that he was where he belonged, and he could stay as long as he
wanted.  Soon he was asleep.

    Ralph and Jean continued to caress Bob, looked over at each other and
said softly, "I love you."  Soon they fell asleep.

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