Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 19:04:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 29

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From the previous chapter:
"The garlic is so delicate you can still completely get the
taste of the crab.  Damn that woman can cook!"

I sit quietly and watch him wolf down the food.  The
important thing now is to get food into him and some wine so
that he can relax and shed the problems of the day.

I prop up my head on my hand and watch him eat.  Finally he
finishes and looks intently at me.  He wipes his mouth
slowly and crumples up the paper napkin.

He half stands and bends over the table towards me.  He
holds the back of my head and kisses me.  I smile at him but
let him do the talking.

"Before you, before we met, there was no one to come home
to, nobody cared whether I had a good day or a bad one,
nobody thought about feeding me."

I slumped on the table but smiled up at him and spoke
slowly.  "So that's a good thing, right?"

He reached over and took my hand.  "That's a very good
thing."


		    The Good Doctor 29

I hate cell phones, well actually I hate phones of all kinds
but cell phones in particular.  There's no place to hide
because you carry the damn things with you.

Pete is talking on his.  He's just pulled his beautiful hard
cock out of my mouth because some chronic whiner was able to
get him on his cell phone.

He looks at me.  "Sorry, Eric but I gotta go."  He pulls on
underwear and pants pushes that stiff dick to one side and
slips on shoes without socks and grabs his shirt and he's on
his way.  Fuck!

Hearing that the adults are already up Jase and Charlie come
barging into our bedroom.

"Dad, where did Pete go?"  He's wearing white briefs and a
Spiderman tee shirt.  Charlie is wearing an excited
expression.

"Somebody was sick, Jase and Pete had to go make em well."

Jase climbs up into bed with me and lies down and then
Charlie whines until we pull him up too.  Jase puts his
elbows on my stomach and rests his chin in his hands.  "So
if I got sick Pete would make me well??"

"Yep, Jase, Pete's your doctor and that's what they do."
Charlie has decided that there's something worth digging up
at the foot of the bed.

"And Dad, if Grandma or Grandpa got sick Pete could make
them well too?"

I run my fingers through Jase's hair.  "Well, Jase, Pete
isn't their doctor so it's up to somebody else to make them
well."

He doesn't seem satisfied with that and says, "But he could
help?"

"I suppose, Jase."  Oh fuck!  I just realized where this is
going.

"Dad, if we had known Pete when Mom was alive he would have
been able to make her better too, wouldn't he?"  Guilt,
guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt!

Well there's a couple of ways to go here and all of them are
bad.  "Maybe, Jase."  I pull him up onto my chest and hold
him tight.  "I love you, Jase.  You know that don't you?"

He nods yes against my chest.

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My mother is talking to me.  "I'm not saying that it's your
fault, Eric but let's call a spade a spade.  You don't care
how I feel about the way that you dress.  It's not your
fault it's mine.  Somewhere back in my life I did
something....something to" she waved her arms around,
"someone I can't even remember who and God is punishing me."

"I'm sure that it'll be okay, Mom."

I wonder how my dad is gonna feel about putting an addition
on to the warehouse?  We've never had any debt thanks to his
working his ass off for all those years.  Of course this
would be a mortgage it's not like I'd be borrowing money to
run the business.  I gotta talk to him.

"I have to hear from Eleanor, a woman that I've known my
whole life, a woman who KNOWS how much I love my son.  She's
the one who has to tell me that he's cutting the lawn
dressed like some street person."

"I'm sure that it'll be okay, Mom."

I'll take Jase and go see him.  He'd get a kick outta the
puppy too.  Maybe we can make it like a father and son and
grandson bonding thing.  I don't see him enough.  I'm such a
fucking asshole.  I can't even go over once a week and see
my old man.  Is Jase gonna be like that?

"You've got those nice tan cotton slacks hanging in your
closet, those Docker things.  I see men wearing those all
the time with a nice Polo shirt.  Of course they also comb
their hair and God knows that would be asking too much.  You
should actually get your hair cut.  Men are wearing their
hair shorter today, Eric!  Do you even have a barber?  Do
you know what a barber is?"

"Jase!"  In the family room I see his head swivel in my
direction.  "Get the puppy, Jase we gotta go see Grandpa."

Jase looks excited at the prospect of a road trip with the
puppy and takes off to round him up.

"Eric!  Eric!  Are you paying any attention at all?  Why are
you going to see your father?  You can't take that dog into
my house and you can't go anyplace dressed like that!"

Jase and the puppy come tumbling into the kitchen.  I kiss
my mom and start herding son and dog to the car.

Jase stops at the car and looks up at me. "Grandma's mad at
you, Dad."

"No she's not, Jase."  I scoop the puppy up and put him in
the back seat as Jase is getting himself situated.  "She was
yelling, Dad."  Now with a strapped in, totally captive
little boy Charlie seizes the opportunity to lick Jase
relentlessly and Jase is fighting him off as I climb into
the drivers seat.

"Oh....just something about cutting the grass, Jase but I
think that it looks okay.  I just cut it yesterday."

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My dad was sitting in his chair when Jase threw himself into
his arms.  Dad tossed him up into the air and then caught
him and hugged him.  It's amazing how strong my dad's upper
body still is and how kinda failing the rest of him seems to
be.  Charlie was standing with his paws on the arm of my
dad's chair wanting someone to pick him up too.

My dad hugged Jase and then finally turned him around so
that he was sitting on his lap.  His voice is still as deep
as always.  "You got a puppy, Jase!"

"Yeah, Grandpa!  This one."  He pointed at Charlie's nose
and got his finger licked for his effort.

"What kinda dog is that, Jase?"

"He's a Weee.....a Weee something." Jase looked up at me.

"He's a Weimaraner, Dad."

My Dad stroked Charlie's head.  "He's a good looking dog.
Blue eyes!"  He laughed.

He looked up at me.  "Your mother tells me that you're
thinking about adding on to the warehouse."

I sat on an ottoman near my dad's chair.  Charlie seized the
opportunity and came shooting over and tried to climb into
my lap.  "That's what I wanted to talk to you about.  Whadya
think?"

"Two questions.  Do you need it?  Can you support it?"

I spent ten minutes filling my dad in on the need for
additional space and the possible increase that it could
mean in business.  He listened intently and then said,
"Wish that I had done it twenty years ago.  It woulda cost
like nothing."  He waved his hand.  "That doesn't matter now
though.  Eric, what I'd like to do is have an architect
friend of mine come over and do some drawings and then let's
see what kinda prices we get.  I can help with part of the
cost but some of it you're gonna have to get a mortgage for
and before you do anything you've gotta be sure that your
customers are gonna respond like you think that they will."

"Son, what you oughta do is invite some of the better
customers over to the house.  Maybe a cook out or something,
get some drinks into em.  Once you've fed em and got some
alcohol into em you'll be getting a better feel for what
they would be willing to do.  People will do anything for a
free meal."

"Dad, I didn't mean for you to put in more money."  Great he
probably thinks that's what I came here for.  "I just want
your input, your perspective."

He laughed.  "Eric, I could make this a loan and you could
pay me interest but I don't need the income and when I die
you'd just inherit the paper and have to pay some frigging
tax on it."  He smiled at me while stroking Jase's hair.
"Besides your mother's been squirreling money away ever
since we got married.  It goes to you and then to Jase so
what's the big deal.  That's the way things work."

I surprised myself by being serious.  "I don't want to think
about it, Dad." I can see the question forming Jase's mind.

"Grandpa are you gonna die?"

I try to beat my dad to answer that question but before I
get the words formed he says, "Sure I am, Jase, everybody
dies."

Geez, why'd he have say that?  Jase has a weird look on his
face.  He looks at me and then at my dad and says, "I don't
want you to die, Grandpa.  Maybe Pete..."

I'm on my feet and talking fast.  "Well, Dad, we gotta get
going come on Jase Grandma's waiting and she's gonna be mad
if we don't get home where's the puppy?"

My dad is confused.  "What are you doing, Eric?  You just
got here."

"Dad," I looked at Jase, "ouyae an'tcae alktae about
ieingdae."  Lord, if he only knew the problems this causes.

My dad looks at me and shakes his head.  "Have you been
drinking kid?"

I give up.  "Dad....I haven't been drinking."

I lift Jase off of my Dad's lap and tell him, "Jase would
you go get me a coke outta the refrigerator?"  I set him
down and he and the puppy scamper off.

"Dad.....the thing is that I know that everyone dies but
Jase......well you got no idea how stuff like this can upset
him and how many questions it can generate."

He smiles indulgently at me.  "Eric, kids know more than you
think and beside," He waves his hand in dismissal, "he's
already forgotten it."

Jase comes walking back into the room holding the can as
high as he can because Charlie thinks that it's for him and
is intent on getting it.  "Here's your coke, Dad."  He
buries his head in my stomach and pushes against me.  He's
tired.

I put my hand on the back of his head and rub his neck.  I
look up at my dad.  "Jase is got a birthday coming up."  I
look down at Jase.  "Tell Grandpa how old you're gonna be."
This oughta divert attention at least until later.

Jase holds up three fingers.  "I'm gonna be six, Grandpa!"
Jase is leaning back against me like I'm a wall.  "And I'm
gonna have a birthday party."

Finally I make my excuses and Jase and I take off and run by
the office.  I turn Jase over to Jane to play with while I
call a few customers and invite them over to the house
tonight for a cookout.  Some of them complain about the
short notice but dad is right people will do anything for a
free meal and free booze.  I call my mom at the house and
see if she'd mind throwing together a little cookout.

"Cookout?  Eric, what am I, a cowboy?  I don't make
cookouts.  I'll make a nice meal that people can eat in a
civilized way, maybe a buffet."  Thank god she loves to
cook.

I'm exhausted.......and horny.  Pete and that damn phone
call.  I've been thinking about cock all day.

Jase and I do some running around picking up booze and chips
and junk like that.  When we get home the cars are beginning
to pull up and this looks like it's gonna be a bigger deal
than I figured.

Actually when I get inside there are people everywhere and
my mother is in her glory. Out on the patio she's laid out a
spread on the picnic table and a folding table that we have.
She lives for this, she's got Prosciutto wrapped around
figs, Baked Stuffed Peppers with red sauce, Caponata with a
big bowl of toasted Italian bread, Stuffed Artichokes, a
huge platter of roasted vegetables and a huge veal roast
that was rolled up with a filling.  Lots of this stuff I
recognize from my freezer but a lot of it is newly created.

I throw ice cubes into a big plastic bowl and open four
bottles of booze a box of white wine and fill a small tub
with ice cubes and beer.  Mom has already put out plastic
glasses and everybody seems really happy.

This is mom's idea of a good time......people in every room
and all of them eating.

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I walk into the kitchen to get some paper napkins and I see
Pete walk in through the back door.

Pete looks at me with his thumb cocked to the driveway.
"Eric, what are all the cars doing here?"

"Ahhhhh I asked em to come over.  They're all customers and
my dad said to get them over for a drink and to see if
they'd want us to warehouse stuff for them."  I looked at
the cute confused look that he had on his face and then
glanced down at the packed crotch only just being contained
by his khaki slacks.

I know what's behind that zipper and I've been thinking
about it all day.  I say, "Oh your pants!"

He looks down at his pants and says, "What?"

I pulled a confused Pete into the bathroom and close and
lock the door.  He asked me, "Eric, what's the matter with
my pants?"

"I need cock!"   He looks, well.....I guess nonplussed.

"Cock?  Cock?  Eric!  THEY ARE IN THE LIVING ROOM!"

I opened his belt unzip his pants and dig out his cock
before he has a chance to stop me.  "I don't care!  I've
been talking to maniacs all day and now I need cock!  You
owe me this from this morning!"

"Eric!!  They'll hear us!!!"

"Not unless you scream when you cum."  I'm stroking his
rising cock.  For all his resistance some part of him likes
the idea.  I think that it's the part that I have in my
hand.

"Eric!!  You're fucking nu........unnngggghhhhh!!"

I take as much of his dick into my mouth as I can, he's
really thick.  I wrap my right hand around his balls and
squeeze lightly.  My left hand is beating off the part that
I couldn't fit in my mouth.  I want cum, his cum.  I want to
feel it hitting the back of my throat and to taste it on my
tongue and to swallow that part of him, to make it part of
me.

Finally he collapses back against the counter as I feel his
balls begin to tighten.

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Pete hasn't had a chance to tell me how mad he is or for
that matter, as far as I'm concerned a reason and I drag him
into the living room.

Rose takes a cigarette out of her purse and holds it between
two long red lacquered nails as she searches for a lighter.
She looks up in frustration and then seems to realize that
she couldn't smoke in here anyway.

She looks at me and then at Pete and then she smiles that
sluty little smile that is her normal look as she slowly
crosses her legs.  She knows.

I glance quickly at Pete.  Oh God!  He's got that, "I just
murdered someone in the other room." look on his face.

"Rose!  What brings you here?"

She opens her purse and throws the cigarette into it.
"Eric!  You asked me to come over!"  She looks up at Pete
smiles and says, "Don't tell me that all of the fun is
over."