Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 04:47:18 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On....Part XXI...

   Welcome Again!  As is usual, all legal disclaimers apply.  If the laws
where you live prohibit the viewing or reading of this type of material you
or you are not yet of the minimum required age to do so, PLEASE leave now!
If the subject of homosexual relationships is offensive to you, please read
no further.  This is not the story for you!
    The story is true, however some names and some places have been changed
for reasons of privacy.  Additionally, some individuals identities have been
obscured beyond recognition.  Therefore, if you think you recognize yourself
in this story, you don't!
    The Author reserves all rights.  Copyright 2000.  Archival rights granted
to Nifty.  The Author is Terrence 'TJ' Julian with additional input by Andrew
Simon van Ryan.
                                Andys' Homepage is at:
http://members.aol.com/_ht_a/baronavr/myhomepage/profile.html
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                                       ***Special Notice!***
    The next four parts of our story(XXI, XXII, XXIII and XXIV) should
be read in one sitting.  It's just easier to keep the events in perspective
that way.  The other thing I have to tell you is that the NEXT part to come
(XXV) is when you find why this story is entitled "Anything to Turn You
On...".
 We have received a great many e-mails asking about the title, so next
posting is when you finally find out WHY!
                   Thank you all for reading this and sending us e-mails!
                                                                   Love, TJ
and Andy


   		Anything to Turn You On....
				       Part XXI
			         by Terrence 'TJ' Julian
			        Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved


	Then next morning after breakfast we decided to have the Captain
take us for a short scenic cruise. Not far, just along the Cote d'Azur past
Nice and to the Principality of Monaco. Steven found the idea of gambling
in the Casino de Monte-Carlo exciting. I thought the idea of gambling
rather a waste. Why would anyone want to play card games for money? I told
Andrew how I felt about it when we returned to our stateroom.
	 "Gambling doesn't seem to make any sense to me" I said. Andy
didn't seem the slightest bit interested in talking about gambling. He was
too busy trying to see his naked ass in the mirror! As he twisted his head
this way and that trying to look over his shoulder he asked me "Is my butt
too burnt to go in the sun today?" I gave his cute little bubble a good
looking over and replied "You'll be OK. Just don't stay in the sun too
long. If you do you won't be able to sit down. Or have me give you a
pounding". He turned and smiled at me. "We'll have to make sure I don't get
too much sun, won't we?!" he quipped "Let's go. We can lay out and watch
the coastline go by".
	As we left our suite we turned to the right and walked down the
hallway hand in hand. Neither one of us saw Alonzo staring from the
stairwell to the left of our doorway. He was fuming with anger watching
Andy and I walking away. After we disappeared from his view he climbed the
stairs to the first deck. He quickly walked forward down its hallway and
climbed the stairs behind the bridge to the top deck. His route brought him
to the very front of the top deck. Looking towards the stern he could see
the crowns of our two heads as we stood at the far back edge behind the two
jeeps.
	The Captain called down to the engine room and Jon answered the
intercom. He listened as Spelling gave the instructions to power up the
huge diesel engines. We'd be under way momentarily. When Spelling finished
his instructions the intercoms hiss went silent. Jon remarked loudly "Where
the Hell are you, Alonzo, you stupid bastard!"

	The three photographers jumped to work when Ian spotted us emerging
on the top deck. "Start shooting!" he cried and all three snatched up their
cameras. "Look, Look!" Perry shouted "They're getting ready to take their
bathing suits off!" "How do you know that?" Ian snapped back at him
"They're just standing there! Are you a psychic?" Peter announced "We'd
better get the auxiliary motor started. They're leaving" Ian turned and
snapped at him, saying "Oh, right! Now you're a bloody psychic too?" Peter
looked hurt and replied "No. I just noticed the engines have started is
all. Look".
	 Ian whirled around and saw the wash from the props. The Roman
Holiday had indeed started to move forward. He also noticed that I had
removed my bathing suit and was standing next to Andrew. "SHIT!" he cried
out "Peter! Start the motor! Perry! Keep your camera on them! I want that
shot of them Naked and Kissing, Damn IT!" Ian took up his position at the
wheel house as Peter started the sailboats auxiliary motor. Ian pushed up
the throttle and the boat began moving towards the Roman Holiday.
	As Andrew bent down and slipped off his speedos, I felt a slight
movement beneath my feet. "Oh, look Andrew!" I shouted "We're under way!"
He stood up and kicked the speedos from around his ankles. We looked at the
coastline of Cannes as the Roman Holiday began to barely move. Neither one
of us noticed as Alonzo came around the back end of the jeep. Andy put his
arm around me and said "Isn't this beautiful?" I looked at him and said
"Not as beautiful as you are. Kiss me!"

	Ian screamed "He's going to kiss him! USE THE AUTO WINDER!" Perrys
finger touched the auto winders button and with a whir the camera began to
fire in rapid succession.

	As Andrews lips touched mine I heard the footsteps running towards
us. I turned just in time to see Alonzo reach out and push us over the
side.

	Perry screamed "He pushed them!" His years at photojournalism made
him keep the camera trained on what was happening. He instinctively
followed as we plunged off the top deck, his finger still holding the auto
winder down.

	As we began tumbling off the ship I had automatically reached out
trying to grasp for something, anything! As I turned over in mid air the
back of my wrist hit the railing on the second deck. I heard the crack as
my arm shattered. Even worse was the pain. Andrew hit the water a
millisecond before I did. My mouth was opening to scream as I heard his
splash so I clamped my mouth shut to keep the water from filling it and
entering my lungs.

	Perry saw us hit the water through the view finder and immediately
raised the camera back to the top deck. He caught Alonzo peering over the
side as the Roman Holiday began pulling away. Just as quickly, he returned
the camera to the water as Andrew and I popped to the surface.

	"TJ!" Andrew screamed "I can't swim!" He had a look of terror on
his face that grew to sheer horror as he saw me. My hand dangled loose and
my arm turned downward about midway between the wrist and elbow. "TERRY!"
he screamed. Andrew suddenly forgot he couldn't swim. He dove through the
water and surfaced right next to me. "Jesus, TJ!" he cried "What happened?"
I was already going into shock, but I managed to reply "Someone pushed us!"
through my gritted teeth.
	Andrew looked up as the ship was pulling away. "Hey! Help us!" he
shouted. I knew there was no way anyone on board could hear him unless they
were standing at the rear. Andy must have thought so too, because he began
to look in every direction for something, anything to swim for. He spotted
the sailboat making its way towards us. "Hey!" he shouted and waved
frantically with one arm while slipping his other around to hold me.

	Ian had watched as Andy and I plummeted into the water. He realized
my wrist shattered when it hit the railing and he realized Alonzo had
pushed us on purpose. "Good Lord!" he shouted "That man's trying to kill
them!"
	Peter had returned from below and he began firing off photos with
his camera just as Perrys film ran out. Perry reached down, picked up
another camera and began shooting single photos. "Go get them!" he cried at
Ian "This will make us famous! We're saving their lives and we've got the
crime on film!" Ian suddenly realized Perry was right and he gunned the
motor to full.

	Andy saw the sailboat was heading straight for us. "OK, TJ" he said
calmly "They're coming to save us. Just hold on to me as best you can". I
grimaced and muttered "You have to hold me". I was holding my broken arm so
that it would move as little as possible. Andrew looked at my arm and said
"OK, OK. I can hold you. Just hang on TJ, they'll be here really soon".
	For someone who really can't swim Andrew did an amazing job. To
this day he can't recall how he managed and still to this day he can't
swim. As the sailboat approached, Peter dropped his camera and ran out onto
the bow. Ian pulled the motor back to idle and ran out to help. Perry
followed with two cameras and began snapping photos as Peter and Ian
reached down to take hold of us.
	"Careful!" Andy screamed "His arm is broken!" Ian shouted back
saying "I know. We saw the whole thing!" Peter got a hold of Andy and held
him while Ian grasped me under the shoulders. As he lifted me out of the
water, the weight of my shattered arm pulled down against gravity and I
screamed out in pain. The sky spun around and the world fell in on me. Then
it all went black.

	The ship had been under way for about fifteen minutes. Polly and
Steven were lying on Pollys bed talking when Anita knocked on the
door. Opening it she poked her head in and asked "Have you two seen Andrew
or TJ?" Polly frowned and said "No. Did you check their stateroom?" Anita
frowned and said "I just came from there".
	Something in the pit of Pollys stomach turned, knotting up and she
jumped to her feet. "Something's wrong!" she stated "Come on! We have to
find them". Steven sprang to his feet and followed as Anita and Polly began
running towards the ship's bridge. Polly was the first one through the door
and she shouted "Get on the PA system and call for Terry and
Andrew. They're missing!"
	Captain Spelling looked in disbelief as Anita and Steven came
rushing through the doorway behind her. "Missing?" he asked "Are you sure?"
All three of them shouted "YES!"
	He reached over and flipped several switches. Picking up the
microphone he said "Mr. Julian or Mr. van Ryan. Please come to the bridge
immediately". He let go of the mic button and turned to his first
mate. "Call down to the engine room. Full Stop!" he barked.
	Jon answered the intercom. He heard the alarmed note in the first
mate's voice. Lunging to the controls he brought the engines to full stop,
then raised his eyes. Gazing upward he spoke out loud "Alonzo you stupid
fucking bastard! What have you done?"
	Spelling directed the crew to begin searching the ship for us as he
and our three companions ran for the top deck with binoculars. He scanned
the waters behind the ship but saw nothing. "How long has it been since
anyone has seen them?" he asked. "Just before we put underway" Anita
replied. "I heard them talking as they passed my cabin. I looked up and saw
Andrews head pass the porthole. They were heading for the top deck. When I
went to join them a few minutes later they weren't there, but their towels
and swimsuits were lying on the deck". Spelling asked "Did you see anyone
else?" Anita replied that as she was leaving her cabin a crewman had come
down the stairs in a hurry. "What did he look like?" the Captain asked. "He
was very dark looking. And he was dirty and greasy" she recalled.
	"Alonzo" the Captain uttered "He's the ship's mechanic". Spelling
quickly returned to the bridge and snapped on the intercom. Jon answered it
and the Captain barked "Where's Alonzo?" "I don't know, sir" Jon said
nervously "He hasn't been down here since breakfast". "Damn it!" Spelling
cried "Find the bastard!"

	Peter saw Andy and I were naked so he went below and grabbed a
blanket and a pair of his pants. Returning to the deck he threw Andy the
pants and began to gently wrap me in the blanket. "His arm needs medical
attention now!" he cried "C'mon, lets head for the harbor".
	He jumped to the wheel house and turned back towards Cannes. Ian
sprang to the radio and switched to the emergency channel. Andrew crouched
on his knees stroking my hair and softly crying "It'll be OK, Terry. I'll
be OK. Please let him be OK. Oh, please". For the first time since he was
fourteen, Andrews lisp returned. I never heard it though. I was
unconscious.
	Ian called on the radio and alerted the harbor master, explaining
he had an injured person needing medical attention on board. By the time
the sailboat made it into the harbor an ambulance was waiting. I was
carried to it with Andrew never leaving my side. They took me to a small
clinic not far from the apartment. The Doctor inspected my arm and asked
Andrew how it had happened. Andy explained we'd been pushed overboard and
that I had hit the railing with my arm as I fell.
	"What boat were you on?" he asked. "The Roman Holiday" Andy
replied. The Doctor looked at him and in his heavily accented English asked
"The big ship that was outside the harbor?" Andy nodded and the Doctor
asked "What were you doing on board?" Andrew replied "He's the owner!" and
motioned towards me.
	The Doctors eyebrows went up and he asked "Is he Julian?" Andrew
nodded furiously and the Doctor began to swear in French. He shouted to
several nurses and they all sprang to action. "OK, He's going to be
fine. You need to wait outside so we can help him. I'll come get you when
we're finished". Andrew didn't want to leave me and began crying.
	Peter, who had followed us to the clinic was just outside the room
and poked his head in. "C'mon mate" he said "I'll wait with you". Putting
his arm around Andys shoulder he guided him out to the small waiting
room. Andrew continued crying softly as they walked away. Peter hugged his
shoulder and said "You really do love him, don't you?" Andrew nodded his
head and began to sob.

	The search aboard the Roman Holiday had turned up no trace of
Andrew or myself. Just as the Captain was about to issue the order to find
Alonzo the ship to shore radiophone squawked to life. He grabbed it and the
operator put the Cannes Harbormaster through. "Captain, two boys have been
brought into port on a sailboat. They claim to have been pushed overboard
from your ship" the Harbormaster said.
	"Yes" Spelling replied "We've just been made aware they were
missing. Are they all right?" The Harbormaster paused "I'm afraid one has a
very badly broken arm. The other seems to be fine, except he's in
shock. They've been taken to the Clinic on Rue d'Azur. You are returning to
port then?" Spelling turned to look at our companions and replied "We're
turning about now, sir. Thank you for the call" he hung up and announced
"They have them. A sailboat brought them in and they've been taken to a
clinic. One of them suffered a badly broken arm when they were pushed
overboard".
	"Pushed!" Polly and Anita both cried. "What bastard would do that?"
Steven said angrily. Spelling replied "A very stupid bastard". He picked up
the PA mic and switched it on. "Alonzo Guenarri" he barked "Report to the
bridge, NOW!" Turning to us he said "Could I ask you to please wait in the
dinning room? We're going to be a bit busy up here". Anita, Polly and
Steven made their way into the dinning room.
	"I can't believe someone would try to hurt my two angels" Anita
sobbed. "I should have been with them" Polly said as she cried. "I
shouldn't have put off writing with Andy" Steven said angrily "They would
never have been up on that deck if I hadn't put him off 'till later".
	The door leading into the kitchen opened and Antoine came in. "I
heard what happened" he said "The man Alonzo is a troublemaker. He should
never have been hired on". Noticing the state the three were in he said
"Please let me bring you something to drink. It will make you feel better"
He entered the galley and soon returned with a tray of Perrier and Orange
juice. Handing each a glass he said "The young men will be fine, don't
worry. Alonzo will be tried for attempted murder". "Murder!" Polly cried
"Oh, my god!" She shook her head as the reality of what had happened sank
in. "Yes!" Antoine replied "If someone didn't spot Terry and Andrew they
would have drown!"

	Peter held Andrew by the shoulder as they sat in the little waiting
room. Giving Andrew a hug he said "C'mon mate! He's going to be all
right. If you keep crying like that you'll drown us all in tears"......
						........Continued