Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 09:48:07 +0800
From: Dane Javier <blue_gray_sky@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 2 Eventually

Disclaimer: I don't them. I really have no idea what these people do. It's
all fiction.

Author's Note: Here's the second part of Eventually. You guys remember to
email me about this because I really want to know what you think. For you
guys who aren't familiar with my works, find "Mad Season" and "Love, Words
and Intentions" here in Nifty. My other works are hosted in Shaun's site in
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Peace and Nacho Cheese,
Dane

PS. Life is good so don't waste it!



Eventually
By Dane

Chapter 2: A Million Miles Away


Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 1993

	Beverley Kirkpatrick trudged up to her apartment with tired bones and
muscles. Working two jobs and supporting 4 daughters was exhausting to the
single mother. After climbing the five flights of stairs, she entered her
cramped apartment where three of her children were all gathered in the
living room/ kitchen.

	"God, I hope the girls will have a better life," Bev prayed. "At least,
Chris is in college doing what he can. I just wished that he wasn't so far
away. He was always strong for me."

	Emily and Molly, the middle girls, were both doing their homework and
annoying the heck of each other at the same time. Taylor, being a toddler,
was in a nearby used-up play pen that was used by all the girls at one
point. Kate wasn't around. "Probably at work," thought Bev as she picked up
Taylor and kissed her two other daughters on the head.

	Life was always hard for Bev and her family. Two failed marriages and five
mouths to feed, along with near bankruptcy, the single mother sometimes
wondered why she hasn't given up yet. At one point, the family was living in
a derelict van in the middle of winter time during Chris' 16th year. Now, at
least, things are stable.

	Out of the blue, Kate, still dressed in her McDonald's uniform, burst
though the front door and scared everyone in the apartment off their pants.
She looked at her confused mother and screamed in excitement. Bev, not so
sure of what's happening to her eldest daughter, gave Taylor to Molly and
rushed to the hyperventilating Kate. She tried to shake her into coherence
but that only made her breakout more, until her tried the only thing she
could think of; she slapped her and that calmed her down.

	"Kate, what happened? Why are you acting like this?" asked Bev.

	"Mom, Chris called me at work. Something happened to him!" Kate said as her
excitement got the better of her. She pulled her mother to the worn down
sofa and motioned for her sisters to come and sit down with them.

	"Kate Honey, what did Chris say? Did something bad happen?"

	She shook her head franticly and squeezed her mother's hand tight with
anticipation. "Mom, you won't believe this but your son is very lucky. He
won the lottery in Florida, Mom. HE WON THE FUCKING LOTTERY!"

	"KATE! LANGUAGE!"

	Sheepishly, she calmed down. "Sorry Mom, but this is big. It's so big that
I'm having a hard time containing myself."

	Sighing at her daughter's giddiness, Bev still wanted to hear more. "So,
how much did he win? Did he get three or four out of the six numbers?" she
said still not believing that her son could be that lucky.

	"He won 17.3 million dollars"

	Tension. Then Emily jumped up and pulled sister in a big hug. "OH, MY GOD!
We're RICH! Mom, Kate, Molly, Taylor, we're RICH! God, we're so fucking
RICH!"

	"EMILY!"

	"Sorry!"

	"Well, this means that we are going to celebrate. Girls, I know its getting
kind of late but I feel like some dessert. How about we go to the Diner for
some cake and pie?" Bev said with a sedate but blissful voice. The four
girls jumped in delight and went to change. As everyone grabbed their coats
and get prepared, Bev realized that Chris' dream would now eventually come
true. That bringing a tear to her eye, she gave a silent prayer of thanks to
God in heaven for blessing her with her son. The idea that Chris won
something was still sinking in.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

Memphis, Tennessee 1994

	Lynn was about to prepare dinner when Justin came home. She was surprised
to see that her usually jovial and manic son was all bruised up and quiet.
Rushing to get the first-aid kit then dropping to her son's side, she began
to administer iodine on all the cuts and scratches. She could tell that
Justin was trying to be tough because of the tears that were slowly forming
but refused to fall.

	"Is it that boy again, Justin?" asked Lynn with concern in her voice.
Justin didn't answer for he was afraid that he would say something that he
would regret because of all the anger that he felt swelling inside.
Clenching and unclenching his fists were all the signs that Lynn needed to
know that he didn't want to talk about it. "Oh, don't worry yourself about
him. He's just jealous that you have talent and he doesn't, Justin."

	"I HATE HIM!" Justin spat out suddenly. "Todd been waiting for me after
school now for the pass 3 weeks and I'm sick and tired of it. All because he
saw me leave dance class and he heard me sing in the talent show. I'm tired
of all the names he calls me, of all the stupid reasons he has to beat me
up, of all his stupid friends who join him, and of all of my friends that I
lost because of all this. Today, I pissed him off even more because I beat
him in basketball in Gym today. In the showers, he punched me in the stomach
and laughed at me as I fell to the floor." In his outburst, Justin failed to
notice the tears that fell from his face. Lynn gave him a reassuring
embrace.

	Every since Lynn and Randall's, Justin's father, divorce, the young
teenager was having a difficult time coping up with everything. His grades
have slumped. He has been targeted by bullies. He was at that awkward stage
when hormones and everything else start to kick in. He felt alone most of
the time because he felt like his friends have deserted him. All in all,
Justin was glad that he was moving away soon with Lynn.

	After Lynn made sure that nothing was left to be cleansed, mended, and fed,
she sent her son to bed early knowing that he was exhausted from the ordeal
that he went through. Justin stripped down and laid in bed, trying to forget
the pain that racked him body. For now, he would gladly traded off his life
for whatever good dreams he was about to have. Maybe he would dream of sunny
Florida and the start of a new life when he would leave after school ends.

In Justin's dreams...

	Night time soon came upon the bustling city of Athens. Tonight, its
citizens would be out in the streets paying homage to Demeter in the
Festival of the Harvest. The young women of the city paraded the walkways
with flowers and garlands while the men brought bundles of wheat to
Demeter's temple for sacrifice. In almost every street corner, orators and
poets vie for the crowds attention while spewing their words and politics.
The free men and women showed off their latest fashions along side the
soldiers in their decorative dress. It was a sight to behold, with all the
lanterns and food that was abundant, Randalus could barely tear himself from
the constant distractions that Athens provided.

	Randalus knew he had to get back to the villa to his master. With most of
his family and servants out enjoying themselves in the festival, only  the
master and Randalus were at home. The master only sent him out to buy some
special wine, which can be only be bought at this time of year, from the
local merchant who seem to be generous with their prices now. The grandeur
and excitement thinned out considerable as Randalus made his way home, but
not without sampling some of the food along the way.

	The house where he lived was bigger than most of than the ones surrounding
because Randalus' master, Socotes, was a highly influential statesman that
many in Athens loved. As reflected by the grandeur of the wall paintings and
the amount of statues in the courtyard, you could tell that the master was
patron of the arts, as well of the various artisans of the city, like his
father before him. It would have been a spectacle during the daytime, too
bad it was evening and lanterns did little justice to their beauty. White
Marble trailed the floor and the scents of flowers and burning oil mixed in
the air. In the distance, Randalus could still hear the sounds of the
Athenians making their tribute to the earth goddess as he placed the
container down on the kitchen floor. He quickly changed his sandals and
refreshed himself with a cup of water. All he had to do was wait for his
master to call him when he needed something. This quiet time allowed the
young slave to ponder on how fortunate he was so far.

	Randalus was glad that the master allowed him to go out and buy the wine.
Being a slave, there are very few privileges one can have, especially one
that was of unknown origin like him. He had the looks of one that was born
on Olympus, curly bronze hair and blue Apolloian eyes,  which made him more
desirable as a property by those with the money and means. He would have
been sold to a brothel or to some household with an abusive master. Every
since the master bought him from the Agora 5 years prior, he would get
tokens of affection from the friends and collegues of the master. He would
accept the gifts but quietly declined any of their offers, saying that he
faithful only to his master. He was lucky, considering he didn't know from
where he came from.

	"Randalus", shouted Socotes, Randalus' master. The slave sprang up and
fixed himself up as fast as possible, then rushed up to the master's
chambers. Stopping at the doorway to compose himself, Randalus walked in and
bowed towards the lone figure that was looking over the terrence at the
festival. The man turned to reveal the wavy brown hair and the Aegean blue
eyes that the master had. He smiled and motioned for the slave to come
forward.

	The young slave looked out and was amazed at the sight which the master
presented him with. The natural bay of Athens was brightly illuminated by
the moon of Artemis, shimmering with the light. All around the city,
miniscule fire made by the people were moving like fireflies in a warm
night. The darkness mingled with what little light there was and made what
was left to see beautiful.

	All the while witnessing all this, Randalus barely noticed the gentle hands
of his master on his waist. He only noticed when Socotes pulled him closer
and made the slave look at him. The eyes of the master were like the sea
that wanted to surround and caress the young slave. In a moment of surprise,
Socotes inched closer and deftly kissed Randalus. The contact made Randalus'
head spin, as if a flood worthy of Poseidon came and rushed into his being.
He gave in to the kiss and allowed the master to carry him to the bed.
Without resisting, Socotes removed the young man's clothing with little
problem and continued to roam along his skin. The sensation was incredible
and wanted more. As soon as Socotes reached his thighs, Randalus' cock
twitched up straight. The master then rubbed his cheek slowly on the phallus
which made the slave moan. After laying soft kisses on the head and letting
the clear liquid seep from the slit, Socotes surprised Randalus by
swallowing the phallus into his mouth and the feeling of it made the slave
see the heavens. The rhythm was slow and savoring, as the master's hands
continued to roam all over the slave's taut body. Randalus felt his balls
get tighter, knowing that if his master didn't stop from what he was doing
to him, he would explode. Socotes continued, sensing his property getting
close, sped up his efforts and was soon rewarded with his slave's semen.
Socotes thought it tasted close to the god's nectar.

	Socotes stood up and saw that the young slave was shivering in pleasure, a
lithe smile on his face. He laid down beside him and Randalus cuddled up to
his master arms. He heard him say, "Just like nectar", before he was kissed
again.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

In the real world...

	Justin woke up refreshed and happy, contrary to the fact that he was a
grump in the mornings and usually needed his cereal before waking up
properly. As he stretched, he felt wet in the midsection and looked down.
Sure enough, there was a wet spot in his sleeping shorts. At first, he was
mortified until he remembered the class he had in sex education about
puberty. He smiled at the fact the he just had his first wet dream, meaning
he was finally growing up.

	"Now, how to explain this to mom?" Justin grumbled merrily as the 13 year
old made his way to the bathroom.

TBC...