Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2005 18:53:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 33

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From the previous chapter:
"Eric you can not have that boy tell Kathy Ryan that she's
got a big butt!  It's not the way to handle this and her
feelings will really be hurt.  She and her mom and dad are
my patients."

I start edging closer to him.  "Well if her mom is your
patient you can tell where Kathy got that butt."

"Eric that's not the point and besides we're working on
that.  It takes time."  I know that he wants to smile.

"I went to school with her mother and it took her about
thirty years of shoveling Twinkies into her mouth."

Pete pushes off of the wall and puts his arms around me
pulling me close.  This is more like it.

"Kathy Ryan is only part of the problem and you and I both
know it.  This is something that Jase is gonna have to learn
to deal with."  He separates us enough to lightly kiss me.
"We have to deal with this carefully."


                    The Good Doctor 33

"Rose, where do you buy your clothes?"  The woman must be
going through old trunks and pulling out her stuff from the
1930's.  She slid into the other side of the booth while
giving me a dirty look.

She glared at me.  "Saks!  Why what's wrong with this?"  She
started to fumble in her purse for a cigarette.

"You can't smoke in here."

"I thought that this was the smoking section."

"No they don't have one anymore.  They got tired of hauling
out the bodies.  You really oughta quit ya know."

"You can't smoke fucking anywhere anymore!  Jesus, Eric, you
used to be able to relax in a restaurant with a cigarette
before eating.  You used to be able to smoke everywhere!"

"Adolphe Menjou's dead, Rose!  The whole silver cigarette
case and dry Martini group has gone on to their reward."  I
raised my eyebrows.   "I think those folks at that table
have Nicorette gum, maybe I could get you a piece."

"I'd rather die!  Why did you invite me to lunch?  You are
paying aren't you?  I mean it'd be just like you to invite
me to lunch and expect me to pay.  And how the hell do you
know about Adolphe Menjou?"  God what an irritating woman!

"Yes, yes, I'm paying.   Besides, when did I ever stick you
with a check?

She had whipped out a compact and was checking her makeup.
"I don't remember but it just seems like it'd be a very Eric
thing to do."

"Never, Rose, besides you're a good customer and a good
friend and I became painfully aware of Adolphe during
Janet's old movie phase.  It was the longest year of my
life."

"Oh my god, Eric, good customer, good friend!  How unctuous!
True but unctuous.  You must be in deep shit.  What'd you
do?  It can't be too bad you're still free and you don't
look damaged...at least not more than usual.  You can't be
in trouble with Pete, that luscious stud is oddly blind to
your faults and if it were your mother you wouldn't be
walking around.  Your father?  Jase?"

"Jase."

Rose's face froze.  "Not possible!  He adores you!  What'd
you do?"

"It's not just me, Rose.  It's Pete and me, us together, two
dads.  Kathy Ryan told Jase that it wasn't right that he has
two dads.   That you're supposed to have a mom and a dad."

Rose looked at me blankly.  "So?"

"So?  Whadya mean so?"

"I mean, who gives a fuck what Kathy Ryan thinks?"

"Well, Rose, I'm sure that Jase does.  Those are the kids
that he goes to school with.  They're important to him.
Pete thinks we should talk to the parents."

"Did Jase say that the other kids were saying the same
thing?"

"No but you can assume that they are."

Rose crooked a finger at a waitress who was smart enough to
come right over.  She said, "Hi, Hon, we'll both have a
burger and fries and a couple of cups of hot black coffee."

"Rose, I don't want.."

"Shut up, Eric!  Thanks Hon, rush it will ya?"

"Rose!  I wanted a ham sandwich with chips."  She waved it
away with her red lacquered nails.

"Just eat the burger and shut up.   Okay so you don't really
know what the other kids think?  Well, of course you don't."
Rose snapped her purse shut and settle back against the
booth.  "Unfortunately, Eric, little girls start learning at
a very early age what it takes to get the attention that
they feel they're entitled to.  It may just be that Kathy's
got the prepubescent hots for Jase and that one way to get
him to notice her is to make his life hell.

I was dubious. "She coulda just said hello."

She smiled.  "Oh if only it were that simple.  Anyway kids
today aren't as nutty about the whole gay thing as they used
to be and besides both you and Pete are well known and he's
certainly admired."  The bitch!  "And once you had that
commitment ceremony there can't be anyone in this town that
doesn't know and no one seems to care.  At least no one has
ever said anything to me."

"Well do you think that Pete and I should talk to the
parents?  Would it do any good?"

"Let Pete do the talking."

"Thanks, Rose!"

She sighed.  "I think that that particular type of
confrontation could be a mistake.  For one thing I don't
believe, except perhaps in a trivial irritation of the
moment type of way, that the parents of these kids believe
that this matters.  I simply don't believe that they're out
there poisoning their kids minds and you run the risk of
making too big a deal out of this.  I would let Jase handle
it.  If he can't then act.  Besides, didn't you go to school
with Brad Ryan?"

"I went to school with em both.  Brad was your typical jock,
playing football and screwing.  He went to work selling
Chevy's when he graduated from high school."

"Has he ever said anything?"

"No.  We always got along fine."

Rose smiled.  "Gee....why doesn't that surprise me?"

"What's that suppose to mean, Rose?"

She looked past me.  "Thank god, our burgers are coming."

                    -----------------------------

Pete walked in through the garage door and slid his
briefcase into the closet.  I was sitting at the kitchen
table sipping a beer and Jase was in the family room
watching the tube.  My mother was on him in an instant.

"Ohhhhh, Pete!  You're finally home!"  She turned her head
to me.  "He works!  He's been saving lives all day."
Needless to say, the implication was that I had been fucking
off all day and probably, in some way, making the world
worse.  It didn't matter; at least the microscope was turned
on someone else.

Pete's beautiful blue eyes got that "I'm trapped" look but
she hustled him over to the table and got him to sit down
before he had a chance to make the "I gotta take a shower"
excuse.  It's amazing that a big strong handsome talented
respected guy like Pete becomes a six year old in the right
hands.

"Eric, get Pete a beer."  He tried to say that he'd get his
own beer but she had already slid a plate in front of him.
"Just a little something.  Eric!  The beer!"

Geez ma I can't fly!  No, I didn't say that I just got the
beer.

"Pete, this is Bruschetta.  You'll love it.  It's got
anchovies." She raised her eyebrows to indicate he was in
for a treat.

Pete's beautiful blue eyes looked up with something akin to
panic.  "Anchovies?"

She patted his shoulder.  "Sweetheart, you'll love them."

He glanced at me his mouth opened slightly and then he shut
it.  I figured this was time for encouragement.  I called
for Jase.

"Jase!  Comere, Son.  Mom you got one of those for Jase?

Pete started to offer us his but I held up my hand and
smiled.  "She's got lots."

Jase came barreling into the kitchen and I pulled him up
onto my lap.  "Grandma's got Bruschetta for ya but this time
she put anchovies on em."

Jase threw his arms into the air and yelled, "Yeah,
anchovies!"

I smiled at Pete and said, "He loves em."  Actually it was
toasted Italian bread that had been rubbed with garlic and
doused with olive oil and then chopped olives and tomato's
put on top along with anchovies.  The anchovies were and
adlib on the part of mom.  Everyone in our family loves em
except for Pete.  Pete ate them once ten years ago and
didn't like em and hasn't tried them since.

While Jase was scarffing down his Pete was holding his and
looking at it like it was plutonium.

While mom had her head buried in the refrigerator I said to
him, "Take a bite.  If you hate it I'll eat it but I don't
think that you're gonna hate it.  You like sardines."

He looked at me with a furrowed brow and whispered.  "Eric
they're furry."

"Not these, Pete, these are imported from Italy.  They've
been packed in salt and then she de-bones em."  I lifted my
bare foot under the table and lightly touched his packed
crotch.  The Bruschetta almost flew out of his hands.  I
smiled.  "Come on big guy, sometimes you gotta try new
things."

Jase twisted in my lap so that he could look up at me.
"Doesn't Pete like anchovies?"  He turned to his other dad.
"They're good, Pete."  Crunch crunch crunch.

I raised an eyebrow at him.  "You'll help someone give birth
but you won't try an anchovy?"

I glanced up and whispered, "Quick, here she comes!"  He
quickly took a huge bite of the Bruschetta.  I smiled.
"Oh....no I guess she's not."

Pete made a face at me with his mouth full and swallowed
hard but then smiled.  "That is good!"  He twisted around
and called to my mom.  "Helen, the bruschetta's great!"

Which brought her usual response, "What, you think that I'd
give you something bad?"  And he always falls for it.

"Oh...no, Helen, it's...I just didn't expect the
anchovies.....that I'd like em."

I looked down at my little cruncher, Jase and smoothed his
hair back away from his forehead.  A futile effort but it's
one more reason to touch him.  I bend my head down and kiss
him on the cheek and speak softly in his ear.  "How's my
little boy?"

"I'm good, Dad!"

I whisper a question to him.  "When is grandma going home?"

He gives a little boy shrug and shakes his head.  "I dunno."

I look at Pete crunching away happily and return my foot to
his crotch but this time he just smiles and pushes against
my foot and I feel something tubular and firm.
I smile at him.  "Good day, Hon?"

He smiled through a mouthful.  "Nobody died, that's a good
day.....usually."

Mom walked over to the table and said, "Okay.....all you
gotta do is make the pasta."  She shifted her weight.
"Eric, are you listening?"

I bend my head and inhale the smell of Jase's hair.  He
smells so good!  "I got it, Ma!  What?  You think lasagna
type pasta?"  I'm pulling her chain but she never sees it
that way.

"Eric, are you insane?  Angel hair pasta!"  She shakes her
head.  I'm definitely a hopeless case.  She calls for help.

"Pete," she's pleading, "don't let him put my sauce on
lasagna!"  Don't worry ma he already knows that he's gotta
watch me.

Jase has finished his snack and twists in my arms. "Dad, is
there time for me to watch television before dinner."

"You betcha, Kiddo."  I let him slip from my lap and he
tools off into the family room.  At the same time Pete has
finessed Mom all the way to the garage door.  She pulls his
head down and kisses him goodbye.

As he closes the door on my mother I walk into his arms and
bury my face in his chest.  He tilts my head up and kisses
me, lightly at first and then big time super passionate
tongue on tongue crotches grinding into crotches.

When we break the kiss I say.  "I invited Karen and Brad
Ryan to come over for dinner tomorrow night."







I had asked my mom to whip a little something up for us
cause we were gonna have some people over and she really
threw herself into it.  The kitchen table was pretty much
covered with food, some Italian, some normal everyday stuff.
She fussed with it forever and then grabbed Jase and took
him home with her so that we could have an adult evening.

Pete pretty much latched on the Karen Ryan and was
schmoozing her and pouring wine into her.  I reached into
the fridge and grabbed four beers and a large bowl of jumbo
shrimp a handful of napkins and hauled Brad into the family
room.

"There's a ball game on, Brad."  I flopped down on the sofa
kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee table.
"Make yourself comfortable."

Brad toed off his loafers and said, "Cool TV!"

"Yeah, it used to be Pete's.  When we got together we moved
it over.  Have some shrimp my mother made em."

Brad took a huge bite of shrimp.  "Holy fuck these are
good!"

In the kitchen Karen's head swiveled around and she yelled,
"Brad would you watch your language?"  She turned back to
Pete and we could just hear her say, "He's like some kinda
animal."

Brad smiled at me through a mouthful of shrimp and half
whispered, "The woman can hear me say fuck from two blocks
away unless I ask her for it in bed at night and then she's
deaf."  He took another bite of shrimp.  "What'd your mom do
to these?"

I chugged some beer and shrugged.  "I dunno, tastes like
garlic, maybe some oregano.  It's an Italian thing she does
it all the time."

"You get these all the time?"

"Yeah....she cooks for us a lot.  It's kinda what she likes
to do.  Ahhh, so how are the kids?"

Neither one of us stopped watching the television.  Brad
rolled the cold can of beer over his forehead.  "Like an
invading army!  Five girls!  What the fuck were we
thinking?"  Brad suddenly looked around the room.  "Hey, I
been here before.  That's right you guys had that wedding
thing ceremony like."

"Yeah," I slid a little further down on the sofa, "I passed
out."

Brad laughed.  "That's right!  I remember!  I figured you
were wasted.  I woulda been."

I sat up and turned towards Brad on the sofa.  "So you don't
have any problem with Pete and me being gay and being Jase's
dads and all that shit?"

Brad looked at me with a sincere look on his face and then
glanced quickly into the kitchen at his wife.  "Fuck no
man!"  He lowered his voice and took a bite of shrimp.  "If
I could take a fuckin pill and be gay I'd do it right now.
Man you got no idea what my life is like!"

"Well, why would little Kathy have told Jase that he
shouldn't have two dads that he should have a mom and dad?"

Brad sucked on his beer, belched quietly and said.  "Who
fucking knows?  You oughta hear the shit they say to me."
He shook his head slowly and looked at me.  "I'm tellin ya
buddy...they had a fuckin pill I'd be out lookin for a
boyfriend tomorrow."

                         ----------------------

I took my shower and then toweled myself off as I walked
into our bedroom.  Pete was lying naked on the bed watching
me.

I knee walked across the bed and he held out his arms and
held my waist as I bent to kiss him.  When I broke the kiss
I stared into his clear blue eyes.  "So I don't think that
we have to worry about Kathy Ryan any more."

He smiled at me.  "You're a regular Miss Marple."

I bend over and nibble on his nipple.  "I think I've got a
better butt and I know that I'm hung better."  I settle into
his arms and bury my face in his neck.  I lay my face on his
shoulder and whisper, "I'm so lucky to have you."

He turns his head and says, "Lucky?"

"Yeah.  After talking to Brad it made me think.  Sometimes
you can think things are going the way you want and then at
some point you realize that maybe it's more than you can
handle."  I touched his face with my fingers and traced the
line of his lips.  "But....every day that we're together I
just love you more."

He started to speak but I gently put my fingers on his lips
to stop him.  "You surprise me every day with how smart you
are and kind and loving."

His eyes began to tear up and he started to speak.
"Eric....."

I stopped him again and then slid my hand between his legs
and started to play with his butt.  Finally I said,
"Remember the lesson of the anchovies.  Ya gotta be ready to
try new things."

He started to laugh and then suddenly rolled my over on my
back and slid between my legs.  He held my head in his hands
while he kissed me.  His knees were spreading my legs and he
whispered, "I got something right here that I want ya to
try."