Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2006 20:56:25 -0700
From: Stephen Phelps <dnsphelps@mcsi.net>
Subject: Flying Blind Sneek-Peek

Disclaimer: I do not know, nor do I claim to know any of the celebrities
that may wander through these pages, and I do not know, or therefore mean
to imply any knowledge of their personal lives or their sexual preferences.
This is a work of fiction.  The character of Caleb is my own creation.  If
you are under 18 years of age, or it is illegal for you to be reading this
where you live, or you are bothered by the idea of a homo-erotic
relationship between one or more men, then you better go find something
else to read on another website.

Hey everyone, I'm back!  July was the month from hell!!  First off, my old
computer decided to go crazy, and take everything contained therein along
for the ride!  Luckily, I was able to get a few things rescued from the old
hard- drive, such as my old documents, photo's, and my outlook express
address book!  Then after I got my brand- spanking-new computer, I found
myself with a case of writers block!  When it finally started to disapate,
what I discovered coming to the front of my brain was not Michael and Jake,
but a new character named Caleb who was demanding to have his story told.
It became obvious that Caleb was not going to leave me alone until I wrote
something for him, so here it is, a sneek-peek at a new story, Flying
Blind........



            Caleb woke up to the smells of coffee brewing and bacon and
eggs cooking, which could only mean one thing---Bridget was there.  Bridget
was practically a member of a family.  At the age of sixteen, Bridget had
left her home and family in Scotland, and emigrated to the United States
before the end of the war, where she found employment doing primarily
domestic work.  In 1968, she answered an advertisement from a woman looking
for a housekeeper to do the household chores, thus freeing her to look
after her newborn son.  Bridget had met with Callie Stephens and her
husband and found them to be a wonderful young couple.  She reported to
work the very next day.  and hab been with the family ever since.  Ten
years later, Caleb came along and Michael took his new role of older
brother quite seriously.  After that, Bridget went to working for the
Stephens family six days a week, an arrangement which suited everyone just
fine.
            Then, in 1997, the unthinkable happened.  Caleb was on a
graduation trip with his parents when there was a horrible accident.  When
Caleb finally woke up in the hospital, three days later, Michael was
holding one hand, Bridget the other, as they told him that he had survived
the accident, but their parents had not.  The first thing Caleb had asked
was when were they going to take the bandages off his eyes.....Michael
abruptly excused him- self, and came back several moments later with the
doctor.  I seemed that the head trauma that had cause the mini-coma, had
also left Caleb blind.
            After much rehabilitation, and retraining, and alot of hard
work on everyone's parts, Caleb had learned to read braille, and many other
things.  He literally knew his way around the house in the dark without so
much as bumping into a single piece of furniture, and he even had a guide
dog, a female german shephard named Sheila.
            Getting out of bed, Caleb went over to the closet and slid the
doors open.  He felt along the hangers until he found a pair of jeans and
pilled them off the hanger and then felt for a shirt.  He pulled a white
long sleeved shirt off the hanger and draped both over his arm.  going back
to his bed, he felt his way around the bed and then made his way to the
dresser, where he pulled out some underwear, and then he turned and headed
back the way he had come, this time crossing the room to the door.
Pausing, he turned his head slightly and said, "Come on girl."
            Caleb was twenty-seven years old.  He stood five foot seven
with blond hair that was a bit on the long side, and pale blue eyes.  He
had a nice, toned build, which he was proud of.
            Heading down the hall, Caleb, went into the bathroom, where he
stripped down and stepped into the shower.  After drying off and getting
dressed, he headed down the hall toward the kitchen.
            "Good morning, Mr.  Caleb."
            "Good morning, Bridget, is Michael here?"
            "No dear, he's alredy left."
            "Hmmm.  Would it be possible to catch a ride into town later
with you?"
            "Well of course!  Where did you need to go?"
            "I think I'll keep that a secret for now...."
            "Mmmmm, well, alright...Don't tell an old woman then...."
            "You'll find out tonight at dinner.  I assume Karen is coming
over tonight?"
            "Yes, your brother did mention something along those lines."
            "Good, I'll tell all tonight at dinner...."

                                                 * * * * *

            That night as Bridget was just putting the finishing touches on
a salad, Michael was manning the grill.  Bridget and Karen had just come
out on the patio.  Caleb had decided that it was now or never.
            "Now that the ladies are present, I'd like to make a toast and
an announcement.  First to Michael and Karen....I'm very happy for the two
of you.  When you first started seeing my big brother, my first thought
was, 'he's not good enough for her' ".
            "Ha-ha, very funny, little brother," Michael said.  "Just for
that, Sheila gets your steak!"
            "However, it didn't take me long to realize what a perfect fit
you two are for each other, and now I don't think I could imagine what our
little family would be like without you.  I'm proud and honored that you're
going to be my sister."
            "Aaww, that's so sweet, thanks Caleb," Karen said as she gave
him a hug.
            "And now for my announcement.  You guys can set a date without
having to worry about me."
            "What?"  Michael exclaimed.
            "Come on Michael, I may be blind, but I'm not stupid!  I know
that you and Karen have put off getting married out of some misguided sense
of duty, or something, but I'm telling you, you don't have to put it off
any longer."
            "And just why is that, little brother?"
            "Because I'm moving out."



            Well, there it is!  Let me know what y'all think!  Now that
I've told some of Caleb's story, I think he will let me be so I can get on
with Michael and Jake.  I can be reached by email at dnsphelps@mcsi.net or
I also have 3 IM's.  Yahoo and MSN ID's are both twains_fan_03 and AIM is
now guyoregon8.  Feedback is both encouraged and welcomed.

                      Stephen