Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2007 17:26:11 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For The Love Of Michael  13

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"For The Love Of Michael"  13
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Hey! Who's the new shrimp?"

There, standing in his pizza delivery getup, Adriano
Valdivieso stood. For the past ten years, the look
hadn't changed; light blue, Coronado Beach High School
wrestling team jacket, white shirt, dark, boot jeans
and boots laced up three-quarters of the way, tied.
Atop his head sat a red cap, in shiny lettering, the
name `Valdivieso'.

In their swimwear, the pair stood there.

"Mikey's boyfriend," Raj informed the cool Italian.

As soon as he set the red package, containing three
pizzas, down, Adriano did his usual post-delivery
`thing', turning his cap around, so the visor shaded
his neck.

"Nice choice, Mikey," Adriano commented.

He didn't care for the nickname, but it had become
reality whenever Adriano came `round.

"Thanks," the reluctant reply came.

Michael didn't wish it to sound like he picked Dean
out, like a candy selection at the movies.
Dean was feeling different around the quartet, as
opposed to the gang at school.

Boldly, he remarks, "Actually, it was me who picked
Michael out from the crowd."

This was news to Michael, making him put his hands on
his hips, uttering, "What?"

The `look', made Raj and Adriano laugh their asses
off. Going for Dean's hand, Adriano congratulated on
getting a response as this out of Michael.

"Good one, Dean!"

Not meant to malice, more as an inappropriate choice,
Michael adds, "Yeah, if only he could stand up for
himself like this, in school!"

Too late, Dean was experiencing embarrasment, turning
red.

However, Adriano took it differently, asking, "You
letting some punk push you around?"

With little explanation, the truth was up for grabs.

Dean meekly says, "Some."

"Why don't you show him some of your moves, Adrian?"
Raj suggests.

"Yeah," Michael coaxes, "show him some of your `dirty'
wrestling moves."

"First I want to get comfortable. Got my suit handy?"

It wouldn't be the first time the twenty-five year old
made the Malkovich home his last delivery. First he
removed his Coronado Beach High School wrestling team
jacket, placing it on the back of a chair.

Right away, Raj heads for the pizza, slipping one from
it's red casing.

As usual, Adriano unfastens two buttons of his shirt,
then hauls it off, over his head, pulling it right
from his black boot jeans. He sits, the teens' eyes
watching.

"Nice boots," Dean admires.

"Thanks. Anything else you find worth complimenting?"

"Nice biceps. You workout?"

Adriano had hoped it would lead to this, so he could
explain his 24/7 workout schedule, juggled in between
running the Italian restaurant. As he spoke, he untied
both boots, pulling them off. Next, he ditched the
socks, rolling them up into one ball and depositing
them into one of the boots.

"Sounds intense," Dean commented, even though it
didn't sound rigorous.

"It keeps my abs taut. You should really start."

"What?"

"Exercising." Then, turning to Michael, Adriano says,
"Like I taught you Mikey. Remember?"

"I remember. Maybe I'll start this year."

"Yeah, keep putting it off," Raj chimed in, as he
gulped down half a slice.

"But let's first work on your problem. Huh, Dean?"

"Sure, but I'm not really into fighting."

"If you don't do something, those punks will be after
you for the next year."

"How can I stand up to three guys."

"I could come with you, but no, you want to do this
one your own... by yourself. Okay, wipe that stuff off
your face, Raj."

"Me?"

"Yeah, sure. You don't expect me to pound on one of
these sixteen year old's, do you?"

"What do you mean pound?"

"Oh come on. I'm only going to work you over a little
bit!"

Dean and Michael were laughing, as Raj held both hands
up, backing away from Adriano.

"Work me over? I don't think so, Adrian!"

Backing up with each foot of advancement, brought Raj
to the water's edge.

"First manner of insult...'the push-over'!"

Slapping Raj on the chest, he fell over backwards,
into the pool.

"Heeeeeey!"

His words became glubs, as he sunk underneath the
water.

"Me push Jim Hart into the water? He'll kill me! His
thugs will be all over me."

"Thugs? How many?"

"Scotty and Jeff."

Michael backs him up, "Adriano has a move for
everything."

"Raj, get outta the pool!"

Whining, Raj hauled himself out of the pool. He knew
Adriano wouldn't hurt him, but he just the same put on
the act.

"Don't work me over too badly now."

Adriano over-rode Raj's feelings, saying, "Here, take
me by my left arm. Michael, grab my right." Then, to
Dean, he poses, "Is this how they grab you?"

"Yeah. A couple of times I got slugged in the
stomach."

The humor slipped away, as Adriano heard this.

"You use your opponents as a counterbalance. Jump at
the same time and land right on their feet."

Jumping, Michael and Raj already knew to shuffle their
feet out of the way.

"Of course I've explained this one before, but you
come down, right on their feet and lean heavy. While
they are figuring out what just hit them, you run
away."

"Desert them?"

"Sure, until the next time."

"Show him the one with the gut-punch, Adriano,"
Michael suggests.

Raj wished he hadn't! However, Raj knew it would be a
fake punch to the stomach and it would be expected to
let out a loud gesture of pain.

"Ugggggggh! Oooooooh my aching belly!"

"You make a terrible actor, Raj," Michael comments.

Holding his belly and bending over, did nothing to
make it seem like real, with the smirk on his face!

"Anyway," Adriano goes on to demonstrate, "while he's
thinking of what just happened to him, you sneak up
behind him and do this!"

With haste, Adriano sneaks up behind Raj. Weaving his
arms, entwining them with Raj's limbs, he puts him in
a full nelson, his hands cupped behind his prisoner's
neck.

"In this position... you've got him!"

So Adriano thought.

"Unless," Raj says, "you do this!"

It was a joke performing it, but it didn't feeling
like a joking matter, when Adriano feels Raj's heel
sock him in the balls.

"Oooooooh shit! Ooooh shit!" Adriano calls out.

Now, Raj is the bad guy, as Michael asks, "You okay,
Adriano?"

"Yeah," Dean shows his concern, "that's gotta hurt!"

Suddenly Adriano stops his moaning pangs.

"I'll live."

Then it's Michael and Dean getting on Adriano's case
for faking it. The two sixteen year olds try subduing
the one hundred and seventy-five pounder, with Raj's
help. Along with faking injury, Adriano fakes fighting
back. Raj knows he could have put the three of them
out of commission, if he chose. He remembers Adriano's
tale of the two guys who jumped him for his pizza
money. He could have taken Adriano and the two teens
easily. With one splash in the water, Michael and Dean
joined in, applying some of Raj's foul play, going for
the nips or tickling. Of course, Adriano goes along
with the play, making the two feel they are winning
the cause. All along, Raj attacks the pizza!

"Hey! Save some for us!"

The three hop out of the pool. Dean notices the worked
out bod Adriano sports. Wet, his hairy chest and
stomach looked like a runny painting, the brown fur
now streaky. He wonders if Michael or himself will
ever be as hairy as Adriano?

"Get it while it's hot, guys."

Politely, Adriano hauls the pizza from the red cases,
separates pieces for each, handing Michael and Dean
pieces on paper plates, from his private stash.

"Thanks, Adriano," Dean cordially accepts a piece.

"Enjoy."

Dean then gets a wicked thought. He wonders what the
bulge in Adriano's pants is all about. Is he in want
of Raj, Michael or himself?

"So, you get the idea of what I showed you, Dean?"

"Sure."

"Once you stand up to them, they'll back off."

"And if they don't?"

"You tell me. I still have some buds at Coronado."

But Dean didn't want it like Adriano spelled it out.
He wanted to stand on his own two feet, like Michael.
He made up his mind to try Adriano's little tricks,
instead of relying on backup. If he got beaten to a
pulp, so be it. At least he would try to fend for
himself.

"Oops!"

Accidentally or on purpose, there was a reason now why
Adriano would have to peel off his swimming trunks.

"I'm so sorry, Adriano."

"No problem."

If either it had been Raj or Michael, Adriano would
have put up a fuss over the pizza sauce lying in his
lap.

"I guess there's only one thing left to do."

Adriano well knew what impact of viewing his 9.5c
would have. Even soft it looked like a salami.

"By the way, anybody who wants a taste of my sausage,
is welcome to it!"

He looked straight at Raj.

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2B continued......

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