Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 05:56:29 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On.... Part XX....

    Hello, Friends!  As is usual, all legal disclaimers apply.  If you
shouldn't be reading this due to the laws where you live or because you are
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    This story is true, however some individuals names and some places have
been changed for reasons of privacy.
    Written by Terrence 'TJ' Julian with Additional input from Andrew van
Ryan.  Author reserves all rights.  Copyright 2000.
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 		Anything to Turn You On....
				         Part XX
			         by Terrence 'TJ' Julian
			        Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved

	 The following morning after breakfast, Anita called the ship to
shore line and told the captain to prepare for our arrival. By the time we
got to the harbor the launch was waiting. We got aboard and the pilot
headed out to the ship. It was anchored quite a ways offshore judging by
how long it took us to reach it. The Roman Holiday, I discovered, was huge!
We pulled along side and I climbed the stairs to the main deck. I heard
someone above me shouting a command. I didn't hear exactly what they said,
but judging by the reception from the crew it was 'Owner coming aboard!'
	The entire crew were standing at attention and they saluted me! I
figured it expected of me so I returned their salute. The captain stepped
forward and shook my hand, saying how honored he was to have me aboard. I
wondered if he would still feel honored when he figured out Andy and I were
gay!
	I didn't have to wait for him to find out, either. As Andrew
reached the deck he staggered straight for me. "TJ, I'm seasick! Take me to
our bedroom, please?" he gasped and wrapped his arms around me. The captain
gave us a quizzical look and I said "Show us to our cabin, please. My
boyfriend is sick!"
	He bowed slightly and barked a command at one of the crew. The
crewman motioned for us to follow him. He lead us through the rear salon to
a staircase. Up two decks we climbed and down a long corridor. We reached
the Master Stateroom and he opened the cabin door for us.
	I was stunned! If the houses had been impressive, this was over the
top! The suite consisted of five rooms. A lounge, study, sitting room and a
huge bathroom all surrounding the Master bedroom. I heard Andrew moan so I
hurried him to the bed. Andy lay down as the crewman said he would get
something to make him feel better.
	As he lay on the bed Andy groaned like he was in the last stages of
dying! "Are you all right?" I asked him to which he replied "Do I look like
I'm all right?" I sat next to him and stroked his hair. "You'll be OK. It
just takes a while to get used to it" I said "The crewman went to get you
something for motion sickness". Andy continued to roll his eyes and moan
while holding his stomach.
	"I thought you went to Costa Rica on your Uncles' boat?" I
asked. "Yes, but I didn't say I liked it!" he replied weakly. "How long did
it take you to get over being sick on his boat?" I asked. "Overnight" he
whispered and stared at the ceiling.
	"Just shoot me instead!" he blurted suddenly and sat up. I could
tell he was looking for somewhere to get sick. "Here!" I shouted and
grabbed the wastepaper basket. Andy immediately decorated it with his
breakfast. He spray-painted the inside of the basket three or four times
before collapsing back on the bed. "TJ, I'm dying!" he moaned.
	"Don't you dare!" I barked at him "If you die and leave me I'll
throw your body overboard!"
	Andrew considered my threat and announced "I can't swim, so I
promise I'll live if you take care of me". There was a knock at the door
and I assumed it was the crewman. I shouted for him to come in and the door
opened. Polly and Anita peeked into the room like two little kids sneaking
into a movie theater. "Is Andrew all right?" Polly whispered. "NO!" he
moaned loudly.
	"You'd better come in" I said "He already threw up and now he
thinks he's dying!"
	Anita said "Oh, Andrew! You're not going to die from being sea
sick!" Polly of course decided Andrew needed fussing over. She soon had him
feeling comfortable, if not better.
	The crewman returned with pills for motion sickness and a bottle of
'sleeping pills'. He instructed that I should give Andrew one of each. Then
tomorrow morning I should give him just the one for motion sickness. I
thanked him and shut the door. I handed Andrew one of each and Polly got
him a drink of soda from the wet bar. He managed to get them down and keep
them there. In less than fifteen minutes Andy was out cold. "What kind of
sleeping pills are those?" Anita asked. I shrugged my shoulders and replied
"I don't know".
	Picking up the bottle Polly read the label then exclaimed "Well, we
might as well leave him to sleep. These are Phenobarbital and he'll be out
'till morning".
	"I don't want to leave him alone" I said sounding worried "What if
he gets sick in his sleep?" Anita agreed with me but she also said the
Ships' Captain was waiting to give me a tour. "Tell you what, TJ" Polly
said "I'll stay and watch him until you get back. Then I'll get a tour of
the ship from Steven" I smiled at Miss Polly and replied "Deal!"
	I stepped to the edge of the bed and kissed dear Andy on the
forehead. Anita and I left Polly and His Unconsciousness and returned to
the fan tail where the Captain was waiting. He greeted me asking "How is
your young gentlemen?" "I think he'll live, but he's not going to join us
for dinner tonight". I figured Anita had filled him in on my relationship
with Andy. The Captain smiled and said "Let me introduce you to the Roman
Holiday, Mr. Julian. First, I am Captain Spelling. Christopher Spelling is
my full name".  Captain Spelling was a tall white haired man who spoke with
a slight Scandinavian accent. His surname however seemed to be English. I
mentioned this to him and he explained "My Father was an English sea
captain. He worked piloting ships in the Baltic. My Mother was a Dane and I
grew up in Alborg. That's the explanation". I nodded and he motioned for us
to follow him. "This is the salon. A great place to relax in the afternoon
and entertain in the evening". Steven made note of the Steinway baby
grand. "Even your boat has a grand piano, TJ!"
	 "Ship..." Captain Spelling remarked "That is a boat" he said
pointing at a small launch about fifty yards away. "This is a Ship". "Oh"
Steven replied "I didn't know!" I was curious so I asked Spelling "Just how
big IS this Ship?" He turned to face me and said "One hundred and
Seventy-three feet, sir". I stopped and remarked "It's like a floating
apartment building!"
	He laughed and said "Yes, about that big. We have staterooms and
cabins to house about twenty five". He lead us forward to the galley where
the Chef and his staff were all ready getting lunch underway. Forward from
it was the Dinning room. This had been magnificently decorated and it
brought to mind once again how wealthy my Father had been.
	Our tour continued and eventually we found ourselves on the upper
most deck. There were four small motorcycles and two Jeeps as well as the
two large launches that could be hoisted over the side. The Jeeps and
motorcycles were to be used when the ship was in port. Descending the
stairs towards the front we arrived at the bridge. The Ship was outfitted
with the latest in electronic gadgetry and Captain Spelling described each
unit in detail. When he had finished showing us the bridge he stated "Now
It's time for lunch. If you will follow me...."
	He lead us back down to the dinning room where lunch was ready. I
was given the seat at the head of the table. As the main course arrived,
the chef came from the kitchen and spoke to me. He was fairly elderly but
as soon as he spoke I recognized him. I stared at the man as he said
"Mr. Terrence? I don't know if you......"
	 I cut him off in mid word and shouted "Antoine!" I reached out and
took his hand. "I haven't seen you in years! How are you!" I cried as he
blushed "Oh, Mister Terrence!" he smiled "I am so very glad you remembered
me!" "Of course I do!" I replied and turned to Anita "This is Antoine. He
was our chef when I was a little boy in Switzerland". Steven asked me how
long it had been since I'd been there. I thought for a moment then asked
Antoine. "How long has it been?"
	"Eight years have passed Mister Terrence" he replied "You are all
grown up now!". "Oh, Antoine!" I laughed "Just call me Terry like you used
to, OK?" He grinned a big toothy grin and answered "Yes, Terry. I would
like that. Now, Lunch is ready and we can talk later. Enjoy your meal" he
said and excused himself.
	We chatted over lunch and made a few plans. Anita would return to
London early next week and meet with representatives from the Prime
Ministers office. "I'll simply threaten them" she explained "If the local
police want to bring charges against either of you, Allessandro
International will stop shipping oil for British Petroleum. They rely on us
to move Billions of barrels from the middle east. If we dump them, it would
throw England into financial chaos. I'm sure we can get everything settled
with one meeting".
	"Is he going to stand for being threatened like that?" I asked. "He
doesn't have a choice, TJ" Anita explained "The only other shipping firm
with this size super tankers belongs to Ari Onassis. The Prime minister
would rather call off the police than have to be in the same room with
Ari. He can't stand the man!" I giggled and said "OK, if you think that's
what we should do, we'll do it!"
	Steven asked "How long do you think TJ and Andrew will have to stay
away?" and Anita replied "Not long at all. However, it would be a good idea
to stay for at least two months. Just so the British Press have time to
find out and report on your whereabouts. They should be kept confused for
awhile, seeing how Wills is staying at the house in Hampstead. Wills and
Andrew look even more alike now that Wills dyed his hair blonde. I doubt
the press will realize he isn't Andrew for some time. Now, once I have been
assured the police won't be bringing charges against you two, I'll come
back for a two week vacation myself!" she smiled. I said "I hope the police
don't raid the house and arrest Wills thinking he's Andy!"
	Steven remarked that he wouldn't mind working with Andy here the
whole time as long as it wasn't interfering with Andy and me. "Steven, you
don't interfere between us!" I said "Andy loves writing songs. With the
three hits you've had this summer I think it's important the two you
continue working day to day".
	Then I smiled at him and said "Besides, I think Miss Polly is
enjoying your company as well". Steven's face flushed as he replied
"Oh. You've noticed that, huh?" I grinned and said "It's getting pretty
obvious".
	"Well, don't let it interfere with Polly's job Steven! After all,
she does do a lot for both Andrew and Terrence". Steven replied "Polly does
a lot for me as well, business wise. She schedules all of the appointments
and meetings for Andrew and I. It would be stupid of me to interfere with
that!"
	I smiled and said "Business first all the time, eh Steven?" He
smiled and said "That's why we're the hot song writing duo! We have six
more songs placed for fall release. If we keep this up, I'll be able to
retire in five years!"
	"Sooner if the investments keep growing at the current rate" Anita
replied. Turning to me she asked "Do you think Andrew will be upset when he
finds out Polly is seeing Steven?" I laughed and said "I have a surprise
for you. He's the one who noticed it first!" Steven looked stunned and
asked "How long ago did he say that?" I replied casually "Two weeks ago".
	Steven blinked and said "Damn! How does he do that?" I replied in a
distant tone "He's the Prince of Main Street".
	Meanwhile, on the other side of the Earth, Mr. Hamliton received a
late night call from his crying daughter, Linda. "I don't care where he is
Daddy! I love Andrew and I want to see him!" she wailed into the phone.
	Polly looked up as Andrew moaned "No, no! Stay away from me!" in
his sleep.....
	When Andy woke up it was nearly dawn. For a moment he didn't
remember where he was. The only thing reassuring was me being asleep next
to him. He viewed the room and then remembered boarding the ship. He leaned
over and whispered "TJ? TJ, are you awake?"
	"I wasn't, but I am now" I groaned "What is it Andy?" He slid up
tight against me and said "I had a really bad dream. I dreamt about
Linda". "Eeuuuwww!" I said sitting up "That is a bad dream! What was she
doing to you?" He shook his head and replied "She was following me
everywhere. In the dream she showed up in London". I hesitated then said
"It's a good thing we're here. Your dream sounds more like a premonition to
me".
	Andy looked at me with a twisted grimace and said "Lets put out to
sea!" I laughed and said "Don't worry. If she tries to board the ship we'll
have the captain sink her!" I reached over and got the little box of motion
sickness pills and gave Andy one. He took it and lay back on the bed. "How
long have I been asleep?" he asked. "About 18 hours. The sleeping pill was
kind of strong" I replied. We both dozed off again finally rising about
seven o'clock.
	While Andy and I were getting the last two hours of sleep, Alonzo
and Jon, the ships mechanics, were in the engine room.
	"I don't like having faggots on board!" Alonzo cried "They don't
deserve to have a ship like this!" Jon replied "Well you better get used to
the idea. HE owns the ship and HE'S your employer". Alonzo shot a menacing
look at Jon and said "I don't have to get used to anything! They should
both be thrown overboard!" Jon shook his head and said "You better keep
ideas like that to yourself. The captain said we must accept them as they
are!" Alonzo sneered at Jon and said "Fuck the Captain and Fuck those
little queers! I'll say what I want! If you don't like what I say, FUCK
YOU!" Jon realized talking with him was useless. The man had been raised a
bigot and would remain so.
	We made our way to the dinning room at eight for breakfast. I took
Andy on a detour through the kitchen to introduce him to Antoine. Andy and
Antoine hit it off well. I was pleased by the way things were going. I
hoped the 'tell all' press hadn't yet discovered we'd left London. Even if
they had, I figured it would take them a long time to find out where we
were. At that moment however, three men were standing on the Cannes
boardwalk. One of them was pointing towards the Roman Holiday.
	"So, we'll hire a small sailboat and get close enough to shoot with
a long range lens. Telephoto won't work here. The water makes it too
difficult to hold a telephoto in frame. So we'll just anchor in close and
wait. I'll bet they'll be sunbathing nude" The tallest of the three said
"If they are nude, we'll be able to sell the photos for five times what we
got for the photos of them kissing".
	"If we get a picture of them kissing in the nude we can get ten
times that!" the shortest one replied.
	Andy and I had just seated ourselves at the table when Polly and
Steven entered the dinning room. Andy and I were looking at them when she
looked up and noticed we were staring. "Oh!" she said "Good morning!" Andy
raised one eyebrow and remarked "Yes, I would appear that way". Polly
turned bright red as Andrew, Steven and I all giggled. Giving Steven a jab
in the ribs she remarked "What are you laughing about?". "Nothing dear!" he
replied automatically. Andy and I looked at each other and nodded. "What
are you two going on about?!" she snapped. We immediately went poker faced
and in stereo replied "Nothing!".
	"That's better" she said with a sudden calmness to her
voice. Steven shot a glance at us and I could tell he was biting the inside
of his lip. Andy sat with his eyes held wide open like a schoolboy caught
smoking. I searched for somewhere else to focus my attention.
	Anita joined us just as breakfast was served. "Blueberry crepes!" I
shouted "Antoine remembered after all these years!" Blueberry crepes had
been my favorite as a boy and Antoine's were the best in the world. Well, I
might be biased in my opinion, but to me his were the best.
	"Yes, I remember!" I heard him say from behind me. I turned around
and said "Antoine, you're the best! Thank you so much!" He smiled at me and
said "It's my pleasure, Terry. I still can't get over how grown up you
are!" I smiled at him and said "After breakfast is finished I'd like to
talk with you". "Certainly Terry. Is nine thirty a good time?" "Sure" I
replied "I just wanted to ask you some questions about my Father". Antoine
nodded in a knowing way and replied "Yes, I understand. I'll meet you in
the salon at half nine" He excused himself and I dug into my crepes. They
were as good as I had remembered.
	Andy went with Anita and Polly to the study in our suite as I
headed for the salon. Precisely at nine thirty Antoine entered. "Hello,
Terry" he said smiling "So you wanted to ask me about your Father?"
Standing and shaking his hand I said "Yes, Antoine. What was he like?" I
motioned for him to sit down on the sofa. He said "Well, Terry your Father
was very much like you. Of course he was in his late fifties when I started
working for him and he was sixty three when you were born. He was a
thoughtful man and a quiet man. He died at sixty eight, which was far too
young. It was the pace of his life that took him, you know. Too much work
and not enough relaxing. He told me several times he wanted to be sure you
never had to work so you could live a long and happy life" he smiled "I see
he succeeded".
	"Yes" I replied "He more than succeeded" I paused then I asked "Why
did he wait until he was so old to marry and have a child?" Antoine looked
at me directly and explained "As I said Terry, he was very much like
you. Let me ask, do you remember your Fathers friend Nicholas Albrect?"
Nicholas had been my Fathers constant companion I recalled. Soon after my
Fathers funeral he had committed suicide by drowning himself in Lake
Geneva.
	"Yes" I replied "I remember him". Antoine stared directly into my
eyes and said "He was to your Father as young Andrew is to you". I sat
blinking. I wasn't quite sure if I was understanding him correctly. Was
Antoine telling me my Father had a homosexual relationship? It seemed he
was, so I asked "You mean Nicholas was his lover?". Antoine nodded his head
and replied "Yes, Terry. That's right".
	This was something I had never considered! A thousand questions
flooded my mind but one found it's way to my lips. "Why did he decide to
marry my Mother?" I asked. "Well, I think he felt an emptiness.  After
becoming so wealthy and having everything one could want in life, he felt
he was missing one thing. A Son. This I know. He told me right after you
were born that his life was finally complete".
	"So, he didn't love my Mother?" I asked. "Oh no, no Terry!" he
cried "He loved her very much. He had met her when she was still a
teenager. Her Father was a friend of Alles'. She and your Father had been
friends for nearly ten years when he asked her to marry him. She understood
he loved Nicky and would never leave him. So she knew about it. He told her
everything about Nicholas and she knew why the relationship he shared with
Nicholas must be kept secret. It was very different in those days, not like
now. He did love Eva, but Nicky was the love of his life. She is a very
understanding woman, your Mother".
	I had to agree with him. The only time she had seemed upset about
me being gay was when I first told her. Her reaction to the UK Today
article was to say how wonderful Andrew and I looked in the photographs. As
Antoine sat there telling me about my Father a great many things suddenly
began falling into place for me. Now I was certain my Father would be proud
of his Son.
	"Was my Fathers death the reason Nicky committed suicide?" I asked
him. "Yes" he replied with a sigh "Nicholas was a shattered man. They had
been together since boyhood. They had survived through the war
together. Nicky had been beside him all through the years when he worked so
hard to succeed. After your Father died he didn't want to live. He said
without Allessandro he had nothing to live for". I could see the memories
were beginning to uncover deep emotions in Antoine so I turned the
conversation. "So, do you like Andrew?" I asked him. "He seems a very
interesting young man" he chuckled "Asked if I was a vegetarian!" I blinked
and quizzed "Why did he ask that?" Antoine replied that he had no idea "He
just asked that out of the clear blue sky!" "That sounds like Andy" I
laughed.
	After we had talked for nearly two hours Antoine excused himself to
begin lunch. I returned to the suite and found Andy waiting for me. "Where
is everyone?" I asked. "Sunbathing on the top deck" he replied. "Andy" I
said "Promise me something. If I die before you do, please don't kill
yourself". He blinked at me and said "Why, are you sick?"
	I proceeded to tell him everything Antoine had told me. After I
repeated the whole story, Andy remarked "I promise I won't kill myself If
you die before I do. Just don't die until you're Ninety, OK?!"  I grinned
and said "OK, I'll try not to".  We talked for a short time further then
Andy said we should join the others. He and I changed into the bathing
suits Polly had purchased for us in town. "Speedos?!" Andy cried as I held
them up. "Yes" I returned "What's wrong with that?" He shook his head and
replied "Must be a European thing. Alright, I'll wear them, but I won't
like them".
	"Andrew! Your American upbringing is showing!" I laughed. "Well,
what do you expect from a country started by a religious cult?" he retorted
"Their own country threw them out for being too weird!" I laughed again and
replied "You may have something there, Andrew!"
	It took a while to convince Andy to venture out of our suite after
he put the speedos on, but we finally joined the others up top. As we
reached the top deck I heard talking coming from behind one of the
jeeps. Walking to where I could see the others I knew Andy was about to
flip! Anita was wearing only her bathing suit bottoms. Steven and Polly
were both nude! As I figured Andy let out a gasp and stopped dead in his
tracks. "Oh, my GOD!" he cried. "What's wrong Andrew?" Steven asked. Andy
stood frozen so I said "It's his Puritanical upbringing. He freaks out
seeing people nude". Everyone began laughing.
	"I've seen you nude" Polly remarked "You were pawing TJ at the time
and it didn't freak me out". "I wasn't pawing him!" Andy protested. Anita
turned to Polly and said "You never told me about seeing Andrew
naked. What's he look like?" Andrew shouted "Anita!" and turned bright
red. "Oh, lie down Andy!" I said "They're just teasing you!" Polly looked
at him and said "Yeah, Andy. After all, we're only made of flesh. It's the
clothes we wear that make us different".
	Andrew looked sheepish and remarked "I guess". He laid down next to
me. He rolled up on his side and huffed "Well, don't expect me to join
you!" I reached down and pulled my Speedos off. "TJ!" he cried. "What are
you doing?!" I glanced at him and replied "Getting a tan. You should
too. England has turned you white as a lily". He grumbled at me as he lay
over on his back.
	Later after lunch we returned to the top deck and Andrew joined us
by removing his speedos. I asked him why and he mumbled "When in Rome, do
as the Romans!" which got a laugh from everyone. The sun was hot now and we
had to get out of it soon. Andrew was the only one who got a sunburn and I
had to rub ointment on his burnt buttocks later that afternoon!
	None of us were on deck when the thirty five-foot sailboat
approached the Roman Holiday. It anchored perhaps one hundred yards away
and the people on board disappeared into it's cabin.
	"Can you see anyone?" the tall one asked. "No. No one seems to be
on any of the decks" the shortest replied as he peered through the
binoculars. "OK. You keep the first watch while Peter and I get the cameras
set up. Peter replied "How come he gets to watch while we do all the work,
Ian?" "Because his hands are greasy and he'll get the lenses smeared! Now
go get the equipment!" Ian replied.
	Turning again to the shortest one Ian remarked "I hope you see
something soon, Peregrine". The short one snapped "Don't call me Peregrine!
It's Perry" Ian made a motion with his hand and snipped "Yes, your
Majesty". The photographers had arrived and although none of us knew it, so
had our deliverance!.........
						.............Continued