Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 22:15:27 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You On....................Part IX

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    The subject matter contained within deals with the relationship between
two young homosexuals, who are in LOVE!  If that is a problem for you, ask
your self 'why?' before deciding to read further.  You may be offended and If
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    This is a true story.  The Names of some Individuals and some places have
be changed for reasons of privacy.  The author reserves all rights.
Copyright 2000.
    Written by Terrence 'TJ' Julian with additional input by Andrew Simon van
Ryan.
                Thank you all for reading!
                                                Love, TJ and Andrew

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

	The greatest mystery of Human Biology is how Andrew van Ryan could
drink himself into a near coma, wake up four and one half hours later
looking refreshed and not have a hangover. I believe Laboratory Research is
still being conducted on this subject.
	 Most of the remainder of the flight I spent with Andrews head in
my lap. It was getting close to the time I had asked the stewardess to wake
us.
 I began to consider how I was going to get Andy back into his clothes. The
only choice was to try and wake him, an effort I thought useless. However,
no alternative existed so I shook my boyfriend gently and said "Andy? Andy
wake up".  His eyes immediately opened and he yawned. Sitting up and
stretching he regarded the empty plane and finally his eyes settled on me.
"TJ, you look terrible! Couldn't you sleep?" he asked. "No" I
replied. Suddenly looking down at his naked body Andrew cried "Where are my
clothes!". "You're sitting on them" I informed him. "Did you take them
off?" he asked. "Don't you remember the vodka?" I questioned as he was
pulling at his blanket and wrapping it around himself. The vodka bottle had
become lodged between two seats during the night and now his blanket sprung
it loose.  Suddenly, it launched into the air, smacked the seat in front of
him and landed in his lap.
	"This vodka?" he asked meekly. I nodded my head. "I don't remember
it.  Maybe you should tell me later". I nodded again saying "That's a good
idea, Andrew. Right now you need to get dressed before the stewardess comes
to wake us".  He agreed and began picking up his scattered
things. Shuffling off to one of the rest rooms I watched him walking away
and shook my head.
	I strode up to the first class cabin and used the lavatory. Looking
into the mirror I realized how terrible I looked. I decided it could wait
until after we ate. I returned to the seat in first class and Andy soon
joined me. His suit was completely rumpled and he looked comical in
it. "Now you see why it's good to have two suits to travel in, don't you?!"
I laughed at him. "If I tried to enter England wearing this they'd send me
back!" he observed.
	Sitting down next to me he quietly asked "TJ, Did we......." I
stopped him in mid sentence. "No" I snapped. "Oh!...." he muttered with
surprise. I started giggling and he asked "What's so funny?"
	Just then the cockpit door opened and the ragged looking pilot
stepped out. "Tell you later" I stated under my breath as we watched him
walk towards the lav. Then the stewardess stumbled out adjusting her
undergarments. Seeing us already awake she turned five shades of red!
	Our gracious stewardess then made her way over and asked "Would you
care for breakfast?". Looking at her my shoulders began to jerk in
rhythm. I tried to stifle my laughter and had no success.
	"I'm sorry" I apologized. She grinned at me and said "I'm not! I'll
go fetch breakfast now!" Andy and I howled! "At least someone got to have
wild sex at 40,000 feet!" I laughed, getting over my disappointment.
	After we ate, Andy and I changed into our fresh clothes. I worked
at making myself look presentable, since I wanted to impress Anita. She had
made a point of telling me it had been three years since she'd seen me last
and I wanted her to see me looking my best. When I exited the lav Andrew
was back in his seat, dressed in his fresh suit and looking like he had
spent two hours in front of the mirror! "How do you do that?!" I
asked. Looking up from a magazine he replied "Do What?" "Look so damn
good!" I blurted. He just smiled and said "I'll never tell!"
	The tattered pilot came on the speaker system and in a somewhat
hoarse voice announced "Gentlemen. We are now on approach to
Heathrow. Please lock your seats upright and make ready for landing". Andy
was nervously awaiting his first glimpse of England and I was nervously
awaiting Anitas first glimpse of Andy. When the big jet touched down Andy
craned to see outside. "Don't bother" I said "All you can see from here are
more planes".  "Yes, but they're planes in England" he said turning to me
"That alone makes it worth a peek!"
	Our plane finally reached the arrivals area. Walking through the
Diplomatic Passport Entrance I showed the official my Italian
passport. Andy showed his American non diplomatic passport and the official
spoke "Why are you entering through here young man?"
	"To get to London. Now if you'll excuse me, I wish to rejoin my
companion" Andrew asserted in that wonderful 'Prince' voice of his. The
stunned official looked at me. I raised one eyebrow and frowned. "Yes, sir"
the man calmly mumbled and handed back the passport. We entered the baggage
area and a man was waiting to hand over our two cases. Andy followed me as
I walked through the Diplomatic entry beyond the baggage inspection
area. As we walked past the customs officer I waved my passport at him and
he nodded. Exiting though the double doors into the waiting area I spotted
Anita. She was standing very near to the doorway and was waving excitedly.
Andy was looking back at the closing doors with an expression of concern on
his face. He almost bumped into me as I set down my case. I straightened up
and said "Hello, Anita! It's so good to finally see you again!".  "Oh, TJ!"
she cried with that bright voice of hers "You look so handsome! It's so
nice to see you, dear". She turned to Andy, who was still looking the other
way and adjusting his Ray-Bans. "And who is this handsome young gentleman?"
Anita asked. Before I could say a word Andy turned and said "van
Ryan...... Andrew... van Ryan".
	He took hold of Anitas hand as he said this and bowed his head ever
so slightly to the side. "Oh, Spoken like James Bond!" Anita smiled. Andy
bowed slightly deeper and said "Thank you, Miss Moneypenny". She giggled at
him and he gave her one of his infectious half smiles. "TJ! I like your
friend!" she said cheerfully "It's very good to meet you Mr. van Ryan". He
finished her off with his charm by saying "Oh, Please do call me Andy! It
would make me very happy if you would!".
	She stared him up and down before saying "Well, lets get
going!". Anita turned and held her hand up in the air. Two men came over
and took our bags. They headed down the hallway just in front of us. I
watched to see if Andy realized they were bodyguards. We reached the exit
to the car park and were met by a long stately Rolls Royce Silver Cloud
Limo. The bodyguards stepped to each side as the Driver opened the door for
us. All three of us piled in the back, Anita sitting between us. The Driver
bowed his head slightly and closed us in. Andy was watching people as they
were watching us. He watched as the two men with our cases got into a black
Rover parked behind the Rollie. "Hmmm" he muttered. "Is there something you
wanted to say, Andrew?" Anita queried.
	"Yes" he turned and looked at her. "Could you tell me who the
hottest band in town is?" Anita was only thirty three years old and had
quite the social connections. Definately a woman of looks and means with a
jet set mentality. She gave a quick raise of the brows and said "That would
be David Bowie doing his Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars". "I'd
like to see them" Andrew said thoughtfully then added "If we go to concerts
will those two bodyguards have to go with us?" I was pleased with Andy for
spotting them.  If both he and I knew what to look for we'd be able to
dodge the 'tails' Anita might send to 'look after' us. Having bodyguards
makes me feel like a kid with a babysitter following him everywhere. Plus
they're usually inept when it comes to social situations.
	Anita looked at Andrew and said "Well, Andy the first and foremost
priority of my job is the safety and well being of Terrence". Andy
interrupted her and said "Oh, yes! By the way. I owe you a great deal of
thanks for getting us out of Fullerton safely. The phone threats were
directed at me, not TJ. I feel badly if I caused you any reason for
concern" he apologized.
	Anitas eyes lit up and she said "Why, Your welcome, Andy! Don't
feel badly, your safety is my concern too". She then dropped the big one on
us. "So, how long have you two been boyfriends?" she asked. Andy leaned out
to look at me without registering any expression and asked "Do you want to
answer this one, TJ?" I slumped down in the car seat expecting the
worst. Anita began laughing and said "Oh, dear! It's all right, boys! I
know all about it. Your Mother called me last week to tell me you were in
love, TJ! She's thrilled you have a boyfriend who really loves you. I've
known about your preferences for years now. Your Mother and I are very
close Terrence. She tells me everything, so don't feel you need to hide
things from me. Besides, I'm quite taken with young Andrew. He's quite
special, isn't he?".
	I was completely embarrassed and in shock. I hadn't a clue Anita
was aware of our relationship nor that she and Mother exchanged thoughts
about it. I was speechless.
	Andy on the other hand saw this as an opportunity and began happily
chattering away. "So, she's thrilled? I'm happy she feels that way!" he
began "TJ and I have been very unhappy about hiding our feelings, you
know. The whole thing started to come to a head when my girlfriend broke it
off with me. She wanted to get married, but that was just impossible of
course! She left and I was thrilled to have her gone. However, her Father
wasn't thrilled and when she told him about us, well you heard about the
calls" he rambled. Anita sat watching completely in awe of his unusual
personality, which could change at any moment!
	"So, Anita....." he suddenly asked "What's the Queen like?". She
was so dumb struck at his sudden question she could hardly
speak. "Ah...ah...well.. I.." she was stammering when Andy interrupted "Oh,
well we can talk about her later" he said "Where are we going now?". Anita
calmly said "Home...". "Yours?" he asked.
	"No, Andy. We're going to the house in Hampstead Heath were you'll
be staying" she said sounding somewhat detached. I was beginning to find
the humor in the way Andy was sweeping Anita up into his world. "Hampstead
Heath...?" Andy said reflectively "I should very much like to see that".
	Andy now slowed the pace of his words by half. "Anita, do you think
the relationship between TJ and myself will be more accepted over here?"
She answered "Yes, Andy. Gays are more tolerated by most of the public,
however the laws are still quite harsh. I should warn you that public
displays should be avoided" He looked at her and droned "I don't like
seeing public displays by anyone. That sort of thing should be kept at
home, don't you agree?" Anita smiled and said "Andy, you are a very
fascinating young man. How did you get this way?" she asked.
	I broke my silence and said "Andy's the Prince of Main
Street". Anitas head swiveled around to face me. "What did you say?". "He's
the Prince of Main Street" I repeated "That's what everyone in his town
calls him. He has a special presence about him, too. I've seen him silence
an entire roomful of people with a simple raising of one eyebrow. He's a
very complex and different person Anita. That's why I love him". She turned
back to look at Andy who was now staring intently out the window at the
scenery going past.
	She watched as he stared, seemingly oblivious to our
presence. Unexpectedly he announced "I'm really happy to be here. I think
we'll do well in England TJ" he said still gazing out the window. Then he
turned slowly to gaze at Anita and spoke very quietly and very slowly "I
love Terrence with all my heart, Anita. I'll be beside him forever. I
promised him I would". Anitas eyes suddenly welled with tears "Oh, Andrew!
That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard anyone say!" He slipped an arm
around her and said "Thank you" and hugged her.
	Anita was now completely in love with Andy being in love with me! I
don't know how he did it and I don't think he did it purposefully or that
he had planned any of it. Andy is just that way!
	The ride from Heathrow to Hampstead Heath was made interesting by
Anitas first encounter with Andrew. I felt great satisfaction knowing she
was so taken with Andy. I think Andy was taken with her as well.
	Arriving in the neighborhood where the house was located, Anita
began pointing out interesting landmarks and sites. She showed us the
Headquarters of the Freemasons, Sigmund Freud's former house and the
'natural' park they call the Heath. When she pointed out Freuds home Andy
stated very seriously "Hmmm. A very odd man, that Freud. Loved his Mother,
you know?!" Anita was amused by this and had a good laugh. "A very odd man
indeed, Andrew!" she agreed.
	Finally the Rolls Royce pulled slowly to a stop. Andrew asked
"Which one?" as he looked from side to side on the street. "There!" she
pointed.  It was a large cut stone three story house with a very small
front garden. The rose bushes the garden contained were growing a bit wild,
in keeping with the 'Heaths' natural feel. Andrew saw these and blurted out
"Roses!". Anita looked at him curiously "Yes, that's right. Do you like
roses Andrew?" He smiled and said "I grew the rose garden at my Mothers
house. She loved them, but I know how to care for them. Kind of a hobby for
me when I was younger" he related. We went up the steps entering the front
gate. Anita stepped ahead of us and unlocked the door. It swung open and I
was in awe! The outside of the house didn't give a clue as to the
inside. The front door opened to reveal a large grand room with a ceiling
height of two stories. There were paintings, small statues, ornate lamps
and in the center a concert size grand piano. We all stepped in and I stood
looking at this greatly ornate room that, simply put, was beautiful.
	 I was so taken with the decoration of the room that I didn't
notice Andy approaching the Steinway. He looked at the keys, sat down and
set his hands to it. Anita watched as he paused then played the opening to
Franz Listz's Hungarian Rhapsody #2. I was snapped to attention by the
pianos sudden sound. Anita and I stared as Andy played from memory. He
continued on for about three minutes. The pianos sound filled the room as
he played with perfect technical proficiency. "So he plays the piano,
too?!" Anita whispered. "I never knew he could!" I whispered back.
	Andy suddenly stopped and said "Yeeckk!! Am I ever rusty! Let's
see. How about something fun..." He suddenly banged out the piano intro to
Jerry Lee Lewis' Great Balls of Fire and began to sing it as well.  I said
to Anita "I didn't know he could do that, either!" She was smiling and said
with a bounce in her voice "Your young man is just full of surprises!" Andy
played a full verse and chorus before he stopped. Anita and I both
applauded. "Oh, don't!" he said blushing "I'm really out of
practice". "Sounded great to me!" Anita said. "Well, OK" my embarrassed
boyfriend said "Can we see the rest of the house?".
	As we toured the other parts of the house I became more aware of
how incredibly wealthy my Father had been. Many of the paintings were
original oils by recognizable 'Old Masters'. The other thing I noticed was
how much larger the house was than it appeared from the front. We climbed
to the second floor and viewed the kitchen, formal dining room, library and
the living room. On the third floor were two separate bedroom suites each
with it's own water closet and bath. To our surprise, there was a small
fourth floor as well. Climbing the narrow staircase we entered the top
floor room. With its odd angled walls and arched ceiling produced by the
roof line it had been left basically empty, save for a few boxes. The
windows were a combination of small square panes and long narrow
skylights. "What's this room used for?" Andy asked. "Nothing, really" Anita
said. "Lets make this our bedroom, TJ!" he said "Why?!" I asked. "Cause I
know just what to do with it!" he smiled. Looking at his twinkling eyes I
could almost see what he was seeing. "OK, but until it's finished we'll use
the larger of the two suites" I said.
	Anita and I started for the stairs. I looked back at him and asked
"Coming along?" He stared at the walls and replied "In a minute". We left
him standing there and returned to the second floor living room. I fell
into the sofa and Anita sat on the one opposite me. "TJ, I have to tell
you, Andy is just so wonderful!" she remarked. "Yes, isn't he?" I
smiled. "I'm really happy for you. Whatever else you do, never feel you
have to hide your relationship from me" she told me "In the next few weeks
I'll take the two of you out on the town and introduce you around. I know a
great many interesting people that you'll like meeting. London is a very
exciting city. So much of the popular music heard worldwide comes from the
studios and musicians living right here. Did you know that the drummer for
the Faces lives the next lane away? And so does the singer for the Moody
Blues. I'm good friends with a lot of the club owners in London and I've
gone to parties at many musicians homes around town. Next time I'm invited
to one I'll take you and Andy along. I think you'll really like
London. Tell me, something TJ. Are you and Andrew thinking about making a
permanent home in Europe?" "I'm not sure yet" I replied "A great deal of
that rests with Andy. So far, I think that might be what he has in mind"
She smiled and again said "He really is fascinating. I can't put my finger
on it but he's got some sort of 'something' about him".
	"I know just what you mean!" I replied "Back in his town rumors
started saying he had 'supernatural powers' because of that quality he
possesses. The first time I ever saw him everyone there was immediately
silenced simply because he walked into the room. Yet he doesn't use that
against anyone. He truly has a loving heart, Anita".
	"Yes and I can see that the two of you really love each other, TJ!
Congratulations!" she smiled Then looking towards the stairs she asked
"Where is he, anyway?" I thought it odd he hadn't joined us. "Lets go look
for him" I said. We climbed the stairs back to the little top floor room,
but he wasn't there. Thinking for a moment I had an idea. "Follow me" I
said and descended to the bedroom suites below.  Quietly opening the door
into the larger suite we entered and tip toed to where we could view the
bed. There he was curled up amongst the pillows with only his socks and
boxers on.  Andy has this funny habit of holding one finger to his lips as
if to say 'Shhh' when he sleeps alone. Anita found this endearing "Oh, look
at him TJ! He's like an innocent little child lying there!" she
whispered. We tiptoed out of the room and returned to the living room "He's
adorable TJ! If he wasn't yours all ready I might chase him!" she said. I
simply smiled. "Listen, I know you're jet lagged and I've got to get back
to the office. I'll come 'round tomorrow noon and we'll do a bit of
shopping and such, all right?" "I'd like that Anita" I replied. She said
her good byes, kissed my cheek and started for the stairs.
	"Oh, you can call the servants on this phone" she said pointing to
a red phone on a small desk "Any red phone in the house calls them. You
just pick it up and it rings though automatically".  "Servants?" I asked
"Yes. Maid, Cook, and Valet" she smiled. "Where do they live?" I asked "In
the house behind" she answered "And the gardener comes twice a week" she
added. "Thank you, Anita!" I called.  As she entered the stairwell she
called back "Tah, TJ! Tell darling Andy bye for me!"
	I remained in the living room for a few minutes just looking at the
paintings, statues and furnishings. I thought to myself how wealthy I was
and I couldn't really comprehend it. It didn't seem real and wouldn't
register in my head.
	After sitting these few minutes I realized how dead tired I
actually was. I slowly climbed the stairs to the bedroom suites.  Entering
the larger one I stepped lightly to the bedside. I studied my dear Andy as
I removed all my clothing.  Sliding my naked body into the bed caused him
to moan a little. I gazed at his beautiful face and sighed. I thought to
myself how tired I was and how rudely I would awaken him when I was
refreshed in the morning!...........................
					........................Continued!
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		As you can tell by now, my Andy is quite a character!
However, wait until you read about our nights out in London! I'm sure
you'll enjoy reading about those!
	Thanks again to all who have e mailed us..........
					.....................Terrence