Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 08:07:12 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On...Part XXX....

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    Hello to all.  When I finished 'Anything to Turn You On,' I stated that
if you were interested in having the story continue to e-mail me.  I have
been overwhelmed with and by your messages.  I had no idea!  Now we about to
move (again)!  There will be a short break until part 31. We've finished
packing and will be on our way to our new home shortly. Until then I invite
you to join Andrew and I in the continuation of 'Anything to Turn You On....'


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


	The two weeks in Cannes passed quickly. The black eye Andy had
received was nearly gone. Skippy learned to walk without holding on to the
edge of everything and was happily toddling from person to person. The day
finally came and it was time to make the journey to Southern California.
	Andy was still unsettled about going, even though I'd had it
checked out and discovered Linda's Father didn't live there anymore. I also
found out the caretaker for the houses there hadn't done his job, so we
were going to be faced with having both homes being renovated.
	The work had already begun on the smaller house, which Andy and I
thought of as our home in California. The larger house was in terrible
shape and needed major work, however we'd be staying in it for several days
until the small house was finished. Andy's' beloved Triumph sports car was
in the shop and had been there for two months already. It was being
completely restored and would be finished by Christmas time.
	The time for us to depart rolled around and I understood why Andy
had seemed so blue the last few weeks. He really wasn't looking forward to
the trip at all. Once on our way, he became quiet and almost sullen. I
finally got the truth out of him.
	"Andrew, what is the matter, really?" I asked. "I just remember
California as being many hurtful memories. So much bad happened there that
I don't like thinking of the place." I reminded him of the fact that we had
met and become a couple there, too. He replied "I'm counting on the memory
to get me through." I smiled and said "I'll get you through it."
	We slept a good portion of the second half of the flight and woke
to the Pilot saying "Ladies and Gentlemen, please place your seats in an
upright position and fasten your seatbelts. We are now on final approach to
Los Angeles International Airport. Thank you for flying Air France." We'd
passed customs in Miami, as this was a connecting flight, so we departed
and headed straight for the exit. "Hmmm. Air Chance!" Andy remarked. They'd
held us up in Nice, then in Miami. "It's pure chance if the plane is on
time!" He groused.
	Walking down the tunnel to the baggage carousel Andy remarked "Has
this ever changed!" It was true, LAX had undergone a facelift. However, the
real surprise still awaited us. Ronnie, our new chauffeur met us at the end
of the tunnel and he and Michael got the luggage. On our way to Fullerton,
Andy and I were amazed how much had changed. Southern California was
practically unrecognizable to us. Polly and Michael were surprised by the
sprawl of the Greater Los Angeles area. When we pulled off the freeway at
Yorba Linda Blvd. and headed for Skyline Drive neither Andy or myself
recognized where we were. Only once we'd started up the hill did we
recall. Both stared as we passed the house where Linda and her Father had
once lived. It had been heavily remodeled and looked completely different
now. As we slowed to turn into the driveway, I instructed the driver to use
the first driveway and bring us to a stop in front of the little house.
	It was in this little house where Andy and I had become a couple
and it was the first place I wanted to go. The limo halted and we climbed
out. Taking Andrew by the hand, I walked to the door and opened it. Across
the room I led him, out onto the deck overlooking the late evening lights
of the city skyline. Standing with him where we'd shared our first kiss so
many years before, I said "Welcome back, Andrew van Ryan."
	"I love you, Terrence Julian" he replied. Taking me in his arms he
kissed me and I felt the same then as I did the first time. Andy has been
and will always be the love of my life.
	We stood there for a very long time holding each other and
kissing. "Excuse me, you two lovebirds" Michael interrupted "We're staying
in the other house. If you didn't notice there's no carpet or furniture in
here and the walls haven't been painted yet."
	"Spoil sport!" Andy cried out. "Come on" I said "We'd better call
our bedroom before we get left with the broom closet!" Following Michael we
walked toward the Main house. I noticed the pool was empty and a large
crack was visible in the plaster. "I'm afraid of what the house is going to
look like" I said out loud. "It's not bad" Michael stated "If you don't
mind that it needs new carpets and paint, not that it has many walls to
paint." When he said this I recalled the main house was entirely glass on
the back side, very much like the living room, dining and kitchen walls of
the small house. It had been designed during a time when 'Glass Houses'
were in vogue. Entering through the side door I realized exactly what
Michael meant. The carpets were thread bare and the paint was smudged here
and there with dirty palm prints. "Oh, well" I sighed "It's no big
deal. The smaller house will be ready in a few days and we'll move over
there. I'll have them set up my old study as another bedroom and that way
we'll have room enough".
	The master bedroom was not too bad, since the caretaker had lived
on the bottom floor mostly. The new mattresses had been delivered, but
needed to be set up, so Andy and I set to work right away. After finishing
up with that we helped Polly get her room together. The bedroom between
hers and ours was to serve as Skippy's nursery. Michael's room was the
bedroom downstairs and next to the stairwell. He insisted on this
arrangement for our security after being told of our 'escape' from Linda's
Dad by Anita.
	We had everything put together and set up by around 9:00 PM. "You
wanna' call and tell your Parents we've here?" I asked Andy. He grudgingly
agreed and went off to our room to make the call. I sent Ronnie out to get
us something to eat from a fast food drive-thru. We all gathered downstairs
in the large living room and were gazing out at the evening lights. Being
late November, there were some homes that had Christmas lights
already. Polly was amazed at the view. "The lights go on forever" she
remarked. "It's like a carpet of light". I was agreeing with her when
Andrew appeared on the balcony above. "TJ" he said "I need to talk to you".
	I could tell he wasn't too happy about something and I went
upstairs immediately. "What's wrong?" I asked him as I reached the
balcony. He motioned me inside the bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he
said "Mother informed me that My Dad wants to know why it didn't work out
between Skippys Mom and me. You're not going to believe why! She told him I
was MARRIED to her! TJ, he still doesn't know we're GAY!" I starred with my
mouth hanging open "WHAT!" I cried, evidently loud enough for Polly to
overhear. "Is everything alright up there?" she called out.
	Looking at Andy I asked "So what do we say to him?"  Andy stared at
his feet and said "She doesn't want him to know. She's afraid that at his
age it would be too much for him". Polly called out again "Andy? Terry? Is
everything OK?" "NO!" we both shouted. MIchael was at the door like a shot
asking "What's wrong?!"
	 "It's not that kind of problem, Michael" Andy informed
him. Turning to me he said "C'mon, TJ. Let's go and tell Polly so she
doesn't worry". After telling Polly what Andy's' Mother had told him we had
some serious decisions to make. Should we tell his Father the truth, should
we tell him part of the truth or should we outright lie? In the end it was
Michael who came up with the answer.
	"Simple" he said "You don't tell him anything he doesn't ask you
about. He believes what he wants to believe already, so just let him be
comfortable with his own version of the truth. It's not going to change
your lives, but telling him something he doesn't want to hear might change
his and not for the better". This seemed to make the most sense, so we all
agreed. Afterward Michael took Andy aside in the kitchen and said "Your Dad
probably knows in his heart, Andy. Just let him have his fantasy". Andy
nodded and said "I think you're right Michael. I think you're right."
	That night Andy was restless and kept me awake with him. He worried
until nearly four in the morning about seeing his parents. Finally dropping
off to sleep we woke at 11:00 to begin getting ready to see the van Ryan's.
	Ronnie drove Andy, Skippy, Polly and I over at 1:00 PM. Michael
stayed behind to hurry work on the small house along. As the limo slowed to
a stop Andy was stunned. The former Ranch where he grew up was gone. Now
there were shops and a church where his grandfathers house had once stood.
	Only the house his Parents lived in remained. Ronnie halted the car
and as we stepped out Andrews Mother appeared on the front porch.
	"ANDREW!" she cried and hurried down the walkway. "Hello, Mom!" He
cried out and put his arms around her. He hugged her tight and then said
"Mother. There's someone here I think you want to meet".
	Reaching in and taking Skippy from Polly, Andrew held up his son
and said "Mother, meet Andrew Simon van Ryan the third!" His Mother put out
her arms and cried out "Oh, Andy! He's Beautiful!" Taking the boy in her
arms she said "Hello! Guess what? I'm your Grandma!" I was watching the
reunion and Skippy's' first meeting when suddenly a heavy hand fell on my
shoulder. "Hello, TJ!" Andrews Father said from behind me.
	"Hello, Mr. van Ryan" I said as I turned. Andys Father stood there
smiling at me. I was shocked by how much he'd aged. I had only met him the
one time previously and now I thought he didn't look well. Perhaps Michael
was right, I thought to myself as I shook his hand. He seemed rather
frail. "I think there's someone who wants to meet you, sir" I said to him
and motioned towards Skippy. "Yes and I sure want to meet him!" the elderly
man smiled. Walking over to stand by his Wife, he patted Andy on the back
and said 'Welcome home, Andy. Who's this little guy?"
	Andy turned to his Father and said "This is your grandson, Andrew
the third. Hi Dad, How are you?" His Father put his arms around Andy and
hugged him "Good Son. Glad you came to see us". I was to learn later that
this was the first time since Andy had turned ten years old that his Father
had ever hugged him! Andy stood there wide eyed as his Father turned his
attention to Skippy.
	"Oh Andrew! What a handsome little guy!" he remarked. Skippy
giggled and the Elder Mr. van Ryan stated "Well let's all go inside!" The
reunion for Andrew went well. His Parents were thrilled with Skip and he
seemed thrilled with all the attention.
	Since it had been some time since the van Ryans had seen their son
most of the first two hours was spent talking over how things had changed
and how Andy had done so well in the world of music.
	When Andrew, Polly and his mother went to put Skippy down for a
nap, Mr. van Ryan turned his attention toward me.
	"TJ" He began. "Mrs. van Ryan doesn't know about you and Andy. I
don't think she'd take it too well, so if you get a chance, tell
Andrew. Just in case he was thinking of telling her, OK?"
	I was stunned! After all the time Andy had spent worrying, his
Father already knew!.
	"I certainly will, Sir!" I replied. 'What's going to happen next?'
I wondered to myself.........
				........Continued soon