Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2005 09:20:59 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 39
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From the previous chapter:
"I heard that you were having an affair with the waiter and
that he was hanging all over you giving you big puppy eyes."
"Not true! The only guy in my life is Pete." I leaned
forward. "The crazy thing is....well.....it's like it's
moving to a whole new level. Is that supposed to happen?"
Rose leaned forward and but her elbows on the table. "So
what kinda level we talking here?"
"Well it's like we just never stop touching and then there's
this whole "I love you" thing. He says it all the time!
And my God the sex! It's like fucking constant! You know
it's like he just wants to make love to me and protect me.
Weird."
"I can see why Patti wanted to slap the shit outta you!"
The Good Doctor 39
Sometimes mom is like one of those mines from World War II.
You know the ones that everyone has forgotten about but
they're just hanging there tethered to the bottom of the
ocean and just waiting for a ship to come by.
I came home from work and walked into the kitchen looking
for Jase and she slipped up behind me and yelled, "Eric!
What did you do at that dinner thing that you went to with
Pete?" She had the biggest fucking fork that I'd ever seen
in her hand. What the hell is she asking me that for and
what the hell does she already know and what the hell was
she gonna do with that fork?
"Ma! Are you tryin to kill me? Cause I gotta tell ya this
whole sneaking up behind me and yelling thing is probably
the way to do it!"
I ignore her question for a moment and yell, "Jase!" I
really need cover here and she won't stab me if I'm holding
Jase.
"I dunno what you're talking about! I told you, I ate
dinner!"
"NOT according to Maddie Schwartzenberg!" Thank God Jase is
coming and my mother can only hiss, "She said that you were
swimming NAKED in the pool and running all over the place!"
Who the fuck is that woman?
I scoop Jase up in my arms and start beating a hasty retreat
but I turn to ma and holding my thumb to my mouth tilt my
hand up and make a glug glug glug sound. "Ma, the woman had
five," I hold up my hand with five spread fingers for
emphasis, "five double Martini's and that was before she
downed that bottle of Merlot at dinner. They practically
had to carry her outta the dining room after she upchucked.
You need a more reliable spy." Well obviously whoever this
Maddie is she's a total bitch and two can play at that game.
I could see a look of uncertainty spread across my mother's
face. There's nothing a woman likes more than distrusting
another woman.
"Frankly, Mom, I'm a little surprised that you'd believe a
drunk over your own son...and she's not even Italian!" And
with that I turn, with all the righteous indignation that I
can muster and take off for my room.
In my bedroom I set Jase down on the bed while I strip down
to my boxers and he tells me about his day, which he loves
to do in great detail. And actually I love hearing it.
There's something about the way he enjoys telling me all the
stuff that happened that makes it really cool to hear.
Ten minutes later I flop down on the bed next to him stare
him in the eye and say, "Grandma is really bustin my chops
here. You got any idea what's up with her?"
He smiles at me. "What are chops?"
"It's a figure of speech. Means that she's given me a hard
time...like always."
He shrugs and rolls over onto his stomach and props his head
up on his hand exactly as I'm doing and I have to smile. He
gets in these moods where he likes to copy me.
"How come you're smiling dad?"
"Cause of this cute little boy that I know." I reach over
and ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead.
He smiles. "That's me isn't it?"
"Maybe I know all kinds a little boys. They're all over the
place. We try to keep em out but I think they come up
through the drains." He laughs and I laugh.
I get outta bed and lift him up and carry him into the
bathroom while I blow raspberries on his neck, he squirms
and then I sit him on the counter by the sink. "Keep
talking I just gotta take a sixty second shower but I can
still hear ya." I toss my boxers into the hamper.
On second thought I lift him down. "How about getting me a
fresh pair of boxers?"
"What color, Dad?"
"You pick. Okay? Whatever you like." He runs off and I
take my shower.
I'm toweling off when he comes back with a pair of bright
yellow boxers with happy faces. I really thought that I had
thrown those out.
I look down at him. "Those are the ones you like?"
He nods and says, "They look nice."
"Well, they do look happy." I slip them on and then my
jeans and a tee shirt.
Jase is jumping on our bed while I'm pulling on the tee
shirt. I hold out my hands and he hurls himself at me
wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my
waist. "You're like a monkey, ya know."
"I'm a little boy."
"Sometimes that's the same thing."
As we walked like that to the kitchen I tell him, "Grandma
can't stab me while I'm holding you."
He giggles. "Unless she sneaks up behind ya." There is
that.
My mother is in the kitchen working the stove, the sink and
the refrigerator like Johnny Bench handled home plate. I
wander over with Jase still attached and ask, "What smells
so good? Smells like fish?"
"Cod and roasted potato's with tomato and basil, and some
spinach. It's good! Something a little different. You
can't always eat meat. You hungry? I'll fix ya a little
something." Jase was leaning over in my arms reaching for
the bread and my mother tore off a piece and dipped it in
balsamic vinaigrette before handing it to Jase. While he's
eating she kisses him.
"He likes things a little bitter. You notice that? You
were the same way." There's no mention of Maddie, which
means she's been dismissed as unreliable.
"I didn't notice but you're right."
"Of course I'm right! You think I don't see what my boys
like?" Okay, when we become "her boys" things are
definitely better.
Suddenly the door from the garage opened and Pete was there.
Before he could even close the door his eyes met mine and it
was like two pairs of laser beams locking on to each other.
It only lasted for a second but it made my butt clench. He
slid his briefcase into the hall closet and came into the
kitchen. Damn he looked good!
He and my mother greeted each other like they hadn't seen
each other for years.
"Helen, that smells great!"
Jase got a kiss and I got a hug. He's still a little
worried about my mother's reaction. Actually he could
probably have his way with me on the kitchen floor, she's
just happy that he's here.
I can also see that he's stirred up about something and is
trying to contain himself. It's really pretty cute. I
wonder what he'd do if I just grabbed his crotch? Probably
explode through the ceiling. I picture something out of a
Road Runner cartoon.
His eyes are dancing and I look at him and finally say,
"What? You look like you just made out with the head
cheerleader."
My mother slaps me on the back of my head and says, "Shut
up." I'm actually so used to that that I don't even react.
She looks up at Pete and says, "You do look excited. Did
you get a promotion?" My mother has no clue.
Pete looks at Jase and says, "Jase would you take my jacket
and throw it on the bed for me?" Jase thinks that's the
coolest thing ever and takes off with it towards the bedroom
carrying it like it's the Shroud of Turin.
Okay, now that we've got Jase outta the room.
Pete turned excitedly to my mother. "See, we've been
thinking that Jase, when he gets older, that he'd like to be
a doctor. I mean who the hell knows but we're pretty sure."
This is like injecting my mother with Crack or something and
she almost seems stunned but recovers quickly. "A doctor?
A doctor?" She slapped me on the arm hard! "Why didn't you
tell me?"
"Ma! He's only six!" She isn't going to care that he's
only six. I look around for the subject of all this but
he's settled in the family room with the tv.
I try to explain to her. "This all started one night when
we were putting Jase to bed and he was worried that I might
die like Janet. So Pete got his stethoscope and did a
little physical on me and let Jase listen to my heart. Jase
got excited and said that he wanted to be a doctor and
actually he's pretty much stuck with it."
Pete turned to my mother. "The thing is that if he does
decide to do that we do want him to go to a really good
college, don't we?" He's loving this. "I mean I would love
to see him go where I went." He looked from me to my
mother.
My mother uttered the name that means more to her than
anything else. "Harvard." I didn't go to Harvard and I
turned out okay, although I'm pretty sure that mom wouldn't
agree with that.
Mom lifted her hands and touched Pete's face lightly while
staring pleadingly into his eyes. "Oh, this would mean so
much to me if it could happen. A doctor....from Harvard."
Pete is now in full sell mode and talks directly to mom.
"The thing is that it's gonna be expensive and even though
Jase is only six we gotta start saving for it now. So
anyway," He glances quickly at me, "I started a college fund
for him." He looked at me and said, "Now don't get mad,
Eric. I know that we shoulda discussed this but I was at
the bank....." He had pulled some papers out of his pocket.
Mom was now on familiar ground. She indicated me with a
toss of her head. "Don't worry about him. How much?"
Pete looked down into the envelope. "Ten thousand....but
were gonna have to save some more every month." Holy shit!
Couldn't we all just kick in a few bucks a month and he
could be a male nurse?
Mom's jaw was set. "I'll match it. I'll bring a check
tomorrow. So will Eric." So will fucking Eric????
"Mom! I'm putting an addition onto the warehouse that's
costing me a fortune!"
She cocks a thumb at me and says to Pete, "I'll give you
his too. He can pay me back later." Thank God! Later
means never.
She turns on me. "You know you could take a little interest
in your sons future!" There's that goddamn fork again.
"You will not ruin this for me, Eric!"
"Mom, will you just please put away the fork before someone
gets hurt."
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Jase was tucked safely into bed and I was lying on the sofa
with Pete sitting on the floor while he leaned against the
sofa near my head. He was eating chocolate chip cookies.
He twisted his head around. "Wanna bite?"
"You mean the cookie?"
He grinned and swallowed. "That's the offer."
"Can I trade it for a kiss?"
"Always." He twisted his head around and we kissed lightly.
I said, "Yum, chocolate chip breath." He laid his head back
against the sofa smiled and closed his eyes. I traced the
edges of his right ear slowly with my fingertip.
My finger finished with his ear and traced his hairline down
to the base of his neck and it sent a noticeable shiver
through his body.
He murmured, "Careful now."
"S'matter?"
He smiled. "Stirrings."
I laughed. "You're way too easy. Gimme five minutes and I
could have you climbing the walls."
He turned around so that he was kneeling in front of the
sofa facing me and laid his head on my stomach.
"Sweetheart, you could do it twice in five minutes. I am
easy were you're concerned all you gotta do is walk into the
room."
I ran my fingers through his hair and marveled at the
silkiness. I said softly, "You're a beautiful man."
He gave me a frown but I insisted. "You are! You're
gorgeous!"
It clearly made him uncomfortable but he said, "You're
pretty gorgeous yourself."
I kept stroking his hair. "Yeah but you're beautiful on the
inside too."
"Okay, can we drop this?"
I laughed. "Only if you come up her and lay down with me."
He groaned pathetically and said, "Geez, you make me work
for everything." He climbed up and over me so that his back
was against the back of the sofa and I was facing him.
I scrunched down and got comfortable. "This is good. I
like it when I've got access to all the good stuff."
He smiled and pushed his left knee through my legs. "Me
too."
Pete traced my jaw line with the back of his index finger.
"You're not mad about the college fund?"
I had to be careful here, not because I thought that he did
the wrong thing but because this was the sort of thing that
I fuck up easily.
"No. You did what needed to be done. I wish that I had
thought of it." Okay now shut up shut up shut up!
"You would have."
"Yeah, when he was in grad school!"
Pete said, "We're gonna have to make sure that he starts
learning the right study habits too."
"I know, Pete. But let's do it slowly. I don't want him
thinking that we're ganging up on him."
Pete put his hand on my neck while his thumb traced my jaw
line. He spoke softly.
"Sweetheart, I know that you're worried that Jase is gonna
get pushed and shoved into something that maybe he doesn't
want and isn't prepared for or that, somehow, he's not going
to be allowed to be a little boy." I started to protest but
he stopped me with a kiss.
Naturally I tried to talk anyway. "Pete, it's just......"
He stopped me again.
"I won't let it happen, Eric. There's lots of stuff that
Jase will need to learn but I promise you that it will never
seem like a negative thing to him and that he'll always have
time to be a little boy." How do I argue with that?
I smiled at him. "How about me? Do I get time to be a
little boy?"
He buried his face in my neck and tried to give me a hickey.
"Noooo, no, no!"
He laughed as I squirmed away from him. "You mean like more
time than you're already taking?" He pulled me back so that
I was lying on top of him crotch to crotch and chest to
chest with the side of my face on his shoulder. His hands
were planted firmly on my butt.
I drop my knees down so that I'm straddling his waist and
lean down and kiss him. "Wanna go to bed?"
Pete runs his hands up and down my back and then shoves them
into the back of my jeans and grins. "So we talking
fornication here?"
"I thought that there might be a little foreplay first but
that's the general direction I was headed in."
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There are different kinds of fucking: the first is slide it
in, pump as fast as you can until you get off, put on your
pants and go.
The second kind, well there's probably lots of sub-
categories, but the second kind is reserved for wives,
boyfriends and people you actually like.
When I feel Pete beginning to move into me I tighten my grip
on his arms that are planted like pillars next to my head.
I'm holding my breath and slowly release it and look up into
his deep blue eyes. He's watching me, wanting to make sure
that he's not hurting me and making sure that he's hitting
all the right spots. My mouth opens and closes as he fills
me and my hands tighten around his upper arms. Finally my
head drops back against the pillow as I arch my back and
tighten my legs around his waist and begin to thrust back
against his cock.
I force my head up and stare into those eyes. They don't
change, the same love and concern is still there and I pull
his head down so that I can kiss him while he moves steadily
into me.