Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 20:12:38 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 24
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From Chapter 23:
"So now that you're an old no so married man I suppose you
and studcity are tapering off the whole sex thing?"
God she's got a dirty mind! "As a matter of fact, Rose,
that hasn't changed at all. We're every bit as.....well,
romantic....as we were months ago."
"Eric, it's nothing to get upset about everyone tapers off
when they start settling down. A couple of times a week is
normal.....and nothing to be ashamed of....just relax."
"Rose that just isn't the case! We can't get enough of each
other!" Not that it's any of her fucking business!
She laughed dismissively. "Oh I'm sure, Eric. Don't get
crazy it's just what happens, it's nooooormal!"
"Well, Rose, it's not normal for us! We fuck like bunnies!"
"It's to be EXPECTED, Eric! Actually, it's probably even
healthier.....and certainly nothing to be embarrassed
about."
"I'm not fucking embarrassed, Rose! We fuck constantly! My
asshole feels like road kill for Christ's sake!"
"Oh.....oh my. Bloody, furry and dead, well that's an image
that should follow me through eternity."
God this woman drives me crazy!
The Good Doctor 24
I push Pete's cock down and then move against him letting
his dick spring up between my legs and press up against my
balls. I wrap my arms around his neck tip my head up and
kiss him. He tastes steamy, damp and clean.
I smile up at him and squeeze his dick between my legs. "If
you needed to fuck we probably should have done it in the
shower." He grins back sheepishly.
"It's kinda got a mind of its own today. Just ignore it."
"It's practically lifting me off the floor!" I press my
forehead to his shoulder and try to blot out the sounds
coming from the rest of the house. It sounds like my mother
and her band of helpers are disassembling a car somewhere in
the vicinity of the kitchen.
I'm a boring person, the thing that I want most is for us to
be left alone. My idea of a great evening is watching
television with my head on Pete's lap while Jase is glued to
his regular spot directly in front of it. That's the
tv......not Pete's lap.
I guess that's why I'm ambivalent about this whole
commitment ceremony. Not that for a second I don't feel
committed to Pete and not that I don't want the world to
know, that's all fine with me. I just don't want everything
turned into some sort of circus. Like I've got some chance
of getting what the fuck I want.
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I started walking out of the bedroom like a zombie when Pete
grabbed me and pulled me back in. He took my face in his
hands and said. "Just relax, you can do this."
I shook my head no. "I'm gonna fuck it up. I don't know
how but it's gonna happen, I'll probably forget the vows,
maybe throw up, I could just pass out. If I pass out just
keep the ceremony going cause I don't wanna wake up and have
to go through this again." He thinks that I'm kidding.
Still holding my face gently in his hands Pete kissed me.
"Nothing that you do....or don't do.....or say or don't say
is going to change how I feel about you. That's a done
deal, this crap is window dressing."
"My mother's gonna kill me. She's out there just waiting
for me to screw up so that she can club me to death with it
for the rest of my life. Her life would have been perfect
if it hadn't been for that one day when Eric screwed up and
robbed her life of all meaning."
"Eric, that's not gonna happen. Your mother is not waiting
for you to fail, she wants the best for you." He's so na‹ve.
"Besides she's worked really hard on this, she wants it to
be perfect for you.....for us."
I hear Jase come pounding down the hallway and then he
bursts into our room. "Dad, look!" Oh my God! "Grandma
made me wear it!"
"Ahhhhhhh nooooooooooo, Jase. It's fine. You look...cute."
Jase climbs up on our bed and sits there with his feet
dangling off. "Dad!!! I look stupid!"
Pete hunkers down next to the bed and puts his hand on
Jase's shoulder. "Jase, you look really grownup......with
your little...suit. You're gonna be lookin great at the
ceremony."
I sit down next to Jase and put my arm around his shoulders
and pull him to me. "I won't lie to you, Kiddo. It's as
bad as you think it is and there's nothing any of us can do
about it. This is one of those times when you just gotta
suck it up and hope to hell it passes quickly."
Jase is staring down at his lap and twisting his fingers. He
speaks quietly. "Well.....at least everybody here is old.
I guess that my friends won't find out."
"Hell yes, Jase! By the time most of your friends are able
to understand the concept of coordinating colors most of the
people in the kitchen right now will have died."
Pete glares at me. "Eric! I really don't think that we
ought to be thinking that far ahead where little boys are
concerned." Everybody uses my name like a swear word.
Jase and I come simultaneously to the notion of resignation
and we both nod in agreement and drop our heads.
Pete drops his hands in frustration and stands in front of
us. "Will you two please suck it up? Come on, if we're
gonna get through this we gotta do it together! I can't
make this happen by myself. Work with me!"
Then we suddenly hear a sharp loud banging on the bedroom
door. "Eric! Eric!" It's my mother and I silently turn
the lock in the doorknob. Her voice is a whisper but it's
still like a serrated knife cutting through tin. "Eric!
Eric, don't you dare hide in this bedroom! Eric, I'm
counting to ten!"
Well there's no reason we should all die. I stand up square
my shoulders and then open the door and slip into the
hallway. I smile. "Mom! I was helping Jase with his tie."
I put my hands on her shoulders ignoring her glare. "Mom
you look wonderful! That color is fantastic on you! You
look ten years younger!" Some of this is actually true. I
kiss the side of her face lightly. "Grandpa would be so
proud of you. He always said that you were the prettiest."
The mention of Grandpa is like using the neutron bomb and
she begins to melt.
She lightly touches her hair. "I got my hair done. Mrs.
Slovotny did it special for me."
"It's beautiful." My voice is soft and I raise my hand to
her hair being careful not to actually touch it. "You're
beautiful, does Dad realize that he came with the prettiest
girl in town?"
Her expression changes like lightning and she shifts all of
her weight to one side. "That man? He wanted to come in
jeans! Denim!!" She lifts her hands and drops them.
"That's what I get for not marrying an Italian! God is
punishing me." She touches my cheek with the tips of her
fingers and sighs. "My baby!" Then she shakes her head and
waves her hands. "No, no I don't have time for this......my
sauce." She gestures toward the kitchen and then stops and
stares up at me. "You'll always be my baby."
I smile down at her. "I know, Mom. Go to your sauce."
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I can feel people's eyes on me. It feels weird and I'm
fidgeting. Pete's eyes are so blue and he looks soooooo
handsome. I guess he figures it's time for an intervention
and he reaches out and hooks his finger around mine. I
relax. He has that effect on me. This is about us, not
them, well a little about them. After all that's why we
invited them. Stop thinking!!!
The minister drops his voice to a whisper. "You guys gonna
be okay?"
Pete says. "Yes." And then with a kind of smile. "And yes
for him too."
John, that's the minister, takes a quick look at me and
figures he'll go with what he's got while it's still hanging
together and begins the ceremony.
"Ladies and gentlemen we are here to formalize the union of
Eric and Peter." Eric and Peter, that's Pete's name, Peter,
which is another name for cock so this is really formalizing
a union between Eric and cock. Oh fuck! Stop thinking!!!!
Pete's got a big cock, big and thick, and huge low hanging
balls. Shit! I'm getting a hardon. And I'm wearing
boxers! Just think about the time you walked in on Grandma
taking a bath. Oh whew, that's better. God, how do breasts
ever get in that condition? Stop thinking!!!!
My Grandpa had a good body. Well for an eighty year old man
but it was probably fantastic when he was like thirty. Even
when he was old his butt never sagged. You know like
sometimes with old people they get these really saggy butts
but Grandpa's was hard. I saw him in the shower once. Oh,
fucking great, you're thinking about your dead Grandfather's
ass. Stop thinking!!!!
"Eric do you agree to hold Peter as........" Huh? Pete's
nodding yes like he wants me to do the same thing and I do.
For all I know I just agreed to be sold as a sex slave. I
feel a little dizzy. I wonder how bad I'd hurt myself if I
did pass out? I passed out that time I went to summer camp
and I got the flu or something. I remember lining up for
breakfast in the morning and smelling that kinda rancid fat
smell and then I looked down at the ground and somebody had
hawked up a huge glob of phlegm and spat it out on the
ground. I took one look at the fucking thing and the next
thing I knew I was waking up in the infirmary. Well it
wasn't really the infirmary because they didn't have one.
It was actually the storage hut that had been cleared out
and somebody had put a cot in it. I woke up looking into
the eyes of one of the camp counselors. He had the most
beautiful eyes and his breath smelled of bacon. Mom had to
drive all that way to pick me up and then she embarrassed me
by cursing out all the camp people.
Pete's got this weird look on his face. What'd I do? John
is still talking so it can't be that. Oh! Ohhhhh gee the
ceiling.
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I think Pete is holding my hand, maybe it's Jase, no the
hand is too big. I don't want to open my eyes but I do.
"Eric, is there one fucking thing in this whole world that
you don't fuck up?" Oh, God no!
I pull my hand away. "I didn't do it on purpose, Rose!
It's an autonomic response....or something like that, anyway
it's not something you decide to do it's something that just
happens. It wasn't a fake faint like you used to do when
you were a teenager so that the local boys could look up
your skirt without feeling odd." I started to sit up and
then decided to just try leaning against the headboard.
I could hear all of the sounds appropriate to a party of a
hundred or so people. "It doesn't sound like my near death
experience has slowed anything down."
Rose laughed. "No your Mom just yelled that dinner was
served and I was lucky to get out of the way of the
stampeding mob. That woman sure can cook."
"It's nice to know that my humiliation gave Mom an
opportunity to introduce her latest snacks."
Rose crossed her legs opened her handbag and pulled out a
compact. While she checked out her makeup she asked.
"How's my lipstick?" A painted fingernail touched up a
corner of her mouth.
"The usual, Rose, too much, too red, too thick. You know,
at your age you really oughta think about lighter shades.
You look like Madonna at eighty." I shifted my position on
the bed.
"How's Pete handling this?"
"Okay I guess. Last time I saw him he had his hand on the
minister's ass."
"Oh fuck!" I started to get up but she pushed me back down.
"Kidding! Jesus you're sensitive! Your beloved carried you
in here and laid you tenderly on the bed, where presumably
he has laid you in the past.....not quite as tenderly unless
I miss my guess. I always figured you for a screamer."
"That's odd, Rose I always figured the same about your
boyfriends. Or should I say gentlemen callers?"
"He then proceeded to try to get everyone else's mind off of
it and on to eating. He's a very charming man."
"How's my son?"
"Loyal! If you had been my father I would have pretended
that I didn't know you."
"And my Mom?"
Rose laughed. "Well, that's the odd thing. She didn't
really seem to mind. I mean she was concerned that you were
all right but once she saw that Pete was taking care of you
it was like it hadn't happened. Maybe she expected it.....I
would have."
This really doesn't sound all that bad. "So on balance,
Rose, how would you say the whole thing went?"
She smiled and slowly shook her head. She reached out and
patted my chest. "You are a piece of work, Eric, a real
piece of work. Well, to answer your question, not bad,
certainly better than I expected. Your Mom's cooking could
save about anything and oddly enough you collapsed at almost
the perfect moment. Pretty much as the hunky minister was
pronouncing you Doctor and nutcase you did your dramatic
little thing. You know......it almost seemed appropriate."
"Ahh, you think Pete is mad at me?"
She looked surprised. "Eric, who the hell have you been
living with for these last seven months?" She snapped her
compact closed and dropped it in her purse. "You know that
he never takes his eyes off of you? Holly crap, Eric, you
can feel the sexual energy radiating off of that guy from
across the room. You know it reminds me of my very first
boyfriend...."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Rose. You mean you don't think he's
upset with me for passing out?"
"No you idiot! He loves you, for reasons that totally
escape me, he doesn't give a fuck what you do as long as you
do it with him. How the hell can you not know this?"
"I guess that I knew it, Rose. I mean....you know..he's
told me that..but I guess that on some level I've always
wondered why?"
Rose looked up and then stood. "You're asking the wrong
person, Eric." She slid out of the door.
Pete slowly shut the door and then locked it. He sat down
on the edge of the bed and smiled at me. "Squirrelly little
fucker."
He got up and walked over to the dresser and came back with
a framed picture of my Grandfather. "What do you see?"
"My Grandpa."
"Describe him, the way that he looks."
I'm confused. "He looks very Italian, dark hair, slim. A
handsome guy."
He put the picture down on the bed. "I'm in love with you
not just for the way that you look......but but just based
on that, nothing else.....you're better looking than him.
How many times have I told you that and why don't you
believe me?"
I tugged at him until he leaned forward and kissed me. "I
believe you."
"I think in the past that I've also mentioned your butt."
Kiss. "I believe you."
"You actually work for a living."
Kiss. "I believe you."
I like your kid.
Kiss. "I believe you."