Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:01:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: How I Lost My Virginity, Part-10

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How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 10. Mid February 1994.


Wednesday afternoon.


I got off school and went right to the vet hospital to work until closing
at 8pm then home. I don't very often work weekdays but I felt I was ahead
enough in studying for finals next week that I could handle missing a
night. Mom pretty much trusts me to do the right thing and she knows the
vet and his wife personally somehow. The vet's wife drove me home after
work. They had two surgeries and the kennels needed some attention that the
intern couldn't handle - like scrubbing the floors, doors, and cabinets
with safety gear on since the cleaners we use are toxic if mishandled but
safe for animals if rinsed properly.  The danger is to human skin but not
lungs.


I got home around 8:25pm to find Mom was gone and a note in the fridge said
she went to the hospital sick, she'd call me at 9pm with an update.


At 9:10pm the phone rang in my room, it was mom. She was in the emergency
department at University Hospital and expected to be admitted. We discussed
me being home alone. She said she felt I was very much old enough just
lacking experience. Problem was, we didn't have any family in town to ask
for help, it really was just the two of us.


I thought to myself about asking Tom if I could stay with him but didn't
feel that comfortable around his mom yet. She was very nice but I think she
was more than a little uncomfortable with the gay 18 year old son and his
boyfriend thing. I was guessing it was more than a little bit cultural.


We talked on the phone for a time and she said I should go to bed and call
her if I needed anything, I couldn't think of anything that I needed or
would happen with her gone for one night or so, I assured her things would
be fine. So I went to bed with Crow after making sure the house was locked,
curtains closed, and the TV left on all night. I wasn't scared or anything
but it felt weird being in that large house all alone. I knew I had nothing
to fear with Crow at my side but it still felt weird.


Around 3am Mom called my phone woke me up. She said she has really bad
pneumonia in both lungs and was being admitted to the ICU and would be in
the hospital for days, but she didn't know how many. I hung up and started
to cry. Next thing I knew it was 6am and the alarm was going off. I did my
same routine getting ready for school but the house seemed really
quiet. Crow even seemed weirded out by her absence.


At school I kept to myself more than usual. I talked to Daniel and told him
Mom was sick he listened to every word but seemed pre-occupied so I never
asked him for help.


I emailed Tom from the library computer and told him about Mom. I thought I
might get a reply this afternoon. I had a hard time concentrating at school
and was having to force myself to pay attention in class. In gym I tripped
over my shoe laces but luckily I landed on the floor mat in the gymnastics
gym.


I walked home and was really glad to see Crow. I let him out and heard my
phone ring. I ran to the bedroom, it was Mom. She was still in the ICU, she
sounded like she was panting and could only speak maybe 2-3 words between
breaths. She said she was trying to get someone to check on me and help
with anything I needed and she'd tell me more later. I told her I was
worried about her and wanted to come see her, she said `no-way!' I was not
to come that she didn't want me catching her pneumonia. Then she started
coughing and hung up the phone. I brought Crow back inside and laid on the
sofa staring at the ceiling, then I heard the email client chime. I ran to
my bedroom, it was an email from Tom.


He said his mom offered to let him take the car, drive over, make some
meals for me and spend the night but he had to leave early because he had
school in the morning, the last day of the week before finals. I told him
that would be okay. I hung up and sat in the kitchen trying to think what
we could cook that would last for days for two meals a day and not go bad
quickly. I thought maybe we could make a pot roast or something and I could
microwave veggies each day.


Tom arrived after a half hour in his school clothes, makes his ass look
nice. Just what I didn't need to see right now. We sat at the kitchen bar
with a pad of paper making a list of what I could eat for a few days until
she got home. We decided on scrambled eggs, pancakes, and a pot roast with
carrots onions and potatoes. We checked the freezer and found the meat and
brought it to the kitchen and found the manual for the microwave and
started to figure out how to program it to defrost the beast.


Then I heard a car in the driveway, we saw a lady cop walk up the door and
ring the bell.


The female uniform cop introduced herself as Stephanie Zeller an Amarillo
PD Detective. I gulped. Tom looked horrified. She smiled, laughed and said
her husband was a nuclear chemist at the same place my mom worked and asked
if she could stop by and check on me, she wasn't there on business. We all
laughed and shook hands. I introduced her to Tom. We escorted her to the
kitchen and showed us our food plans and told her we had plenty of stuff
for me and the dog to last for a few weeks if necessary.


She got out a tiny folder from her shirt pocket and handed me her card with
her work phone number. She explained she could buy me groceries or anything
else I needed while mom was in the hospital. I told her mom said I couldn't
visit, she said mom was very sick and might be gone for up to a week or
longer that she almost got intubated last night because her oxygen levels
got really low for a couple hours then started to improve as the
antibiotics started to kick-in. I got a horrible scared feeling and my eyes
started to tear-up. Crow came up to my side then moved towards the cop lady
to sniff her but she mostly ignored him and he mostly ignored her.


The cop left and I sat on the sofa staring at the TV which was on but
muted. She said they would be increasing patrols in this neighborhood every
night until she was home and all the dispatchers knew about the problem and
I was to call 911 with any problem no matter how small.


My brain was fixated on the idea of my mom almost dying and couldn't move
past that.


Tom was starting to cook stuff while I sat stunned on the sofa wiping my
eyes for about 45 minutes.


Tom made a stack of pancakes higher than I had ever seen before. He said
they warm up in the microwave really well. They were in bags in the
refrigerator. Then he scrambled a dozen eggs then put them in plastic bowls
in the fridge too. I was still in the living room staring at the TV.


Tom had the roast in the oven for about 20 minutes before he came out to
the living room to sit by my side. I was still in a state of shock
mentally. He got up and shut off the TV since it was muted since yesterday
and I wasn't really watching it anyway.


In the quiet house I could hear Crow breathing on the far end of the sofa,
the kitchen timer ticking, the oven ticking as the metal changed size from
the heat and the furnace came on once too.


It was 6:45pm, the phone rang, it was my moms line. I answered in the
living room, it was my grandmother in Galveston. She said my mom was really
sick and she was going to be flying up tomorrow to stay with me. I asked
her how she was getting here, she said she was renting a car at the airport
and driving over. I asked if she knew the way, she told me grandpa made up
maps and stuff and if she got lost she'd use a new cellular phone they
bought. I told her it might not work here, she said the rep told her they
had towers all over Amarillo.


I got off the phone looked at Tom and my eyes filled with tears. He stood
up walked over and took me in his arms. I lowered my face to his shoulder
and held him too, tightly. After about a minute we walked to the sofa and
sat down side by side. I spent half the time wiping my eyes of the tears
that just wouldn't fucking stop. It was starting to piss me off. Tom
massaged my back.


Around 8pm Tom called his mother to update her. We went to bed around 9pm
after we walked Crow to the baseball field briefly. The roast was done,
sliced and stored in plastic containers in the fridge. The kitchen was
cleaned and looked new. We went to bed and laid there talking for almost an
hour before one of us fell asleep. Crow slept in mom's room that night I
think.  Sometime over night the dog was barking like mad I got up to see
what was going on. I was only wearing my old gym shorts. There was someone
pounding at the door, it was that lady cop again. She kind of pushed her
way inside and looked around. Then I saw another cop walk in the front door
behind her. He was some mean looking dude with a nasty scowl on his
face. She told me I should sit down on the sofa, then Tom showed up in the
TV room in his shorts too. He asked what was going on, we were both
freaking out at two cops in my house and cop cars with lights on in the
driveway and street. She told Tom to sit on the sofa and shut up.


S: "Robbie I don't know an easy way to say this so I'm going to get right
to it. Your mom died. She died about thirty minutes ago. They tried
everything they could to save her but her pneumonia was so bad and it
wasn't responding well to antibiotics and her heart just stopped, they
fought to save her and she just couldn't make it. They told me to make sure
you knew she did not suffer at all, that she died peacefully."


I sat stunned unable to speak on the sofa, Tom right next to me also
stunned silent. Then Crow walked up and pushed his head under my arm so I
had to hold him. I looked up at the cop Stephanie, she had tears coming out
of her eyes too. Then mine started but I didn't cry. Tom started sniffling
but never said a thing.


The one male cop turned and left shutting the door.


Stephanie then asked me, " I know you guys are best friends from different
sides of town. I know Tom's mother Maria too because I eat at Star's all
the time. Tom we called your mom to update her and Robert we called your
grandparents in Galveston but your grandmother is due here tomorrow
anyway. We arranged to pick her up at the airport in a police car and bring
her here ourselves. Robert is there anything at all you need?"


I looked up but had a hard time seeing her with the tears in my eyes, I
shook my head no then looked back at my knees watching the tears drip off
my chin onto the wood floor.


Stephanie said, "If there's anything you need, even if it's a roll of
toilet paper you call the police dept and ask for me and I'll be here in a
less than ten minutes no matter what, okay?"


I shook my head yes but never looked up.


Then she said, "Do not go to school tomorrow. You stay home and wait for
your grandmother to arrive. Tom, you can stay as long as you like but your
mom needs the car so we're having an officer drive it back home, okay son?"


Tom shook his head yes looking up at the lady cop.


S: "Robert it will get better, just take it easy and don't worry about food
or heat or money or anything. I promise all that stuff will be taken care
of. It might take a few days to really kick-in but I know it will fall into
place. This town may be missing lots of stuff but when these things happen
we take good care of our kids. I promise. Okay?"


I looked back up at Stephanie, she almost looked menacing in her black cops
uniform with the gun in the holster and handcuffs and stuff her eyes looked
very sad and sincere. All I could think of to say was, "I'll be fine
tonight, thanks for coming by. I'll be fine. When can I go see my mom?"


S: "Tomorrow, when your grandmother gets here you can go see your mom, okay
son?"


R: "Thanks."


She turned and walked to the door. "Remember, anything at all, you just
call and I'll be over, okay?"  "Sure, thanks." I said. She left.


I walked to my room and sat on the bed. My room looked small and the walls
looked really blue as I recalled the day I came home from school to find
mom had painted my room and put everything back like nothing happened. I
loved her so much.


I laid on the bed, still wearing only my shorts. Tom came in and shut off
the light and laid beside me. He was only in shorts too. I started to cry,
I cried like a child, he rubbed my chest and stomach but it wasn't
sexual. After a while I stopped and we talked about stuff and watched as
the room gradually lit up from the arrival of morning. Then the sun
arrived. Then the first rays to shine on my wall.


We got up and nuked some of our pre-made pancakes and eggs Tom made last
night. The phone rang. It was Tom's mom. They spoke for a while. She told
him to stay until my grandmother arrived. Tom was fine with that. We talked
last night about how this would screw up finals week for me and maybe Tom,
but he assured me he would be fine. But he would have to spend most of the
weekend at home or somewhere reading.


Around noon I heard a car in the driveway, then a knock. Grandma was
here. She walked in and we hugged and cried some more. We discussed stuff
and short term plans. She asked me if I wanted to see my mom before the
funeral. I told her I didn't want to. She was fine with that. We went to
the kitchen I made coffee for us. I told her about school, finals, and
Tom. She said that Tom could go home unless I felt I really needed him. I
said I thought I would be okay but I would be asking Daniel to come over
since he only lived about 700 feet away.


Around 4pm the rental car was delivered. Daniel was over by 5pm. We went to
my room.


I told him what happened. He instantly started to tear-up and hugged me. We
both cried and held each other standing in my room. Grandma heard and
knocked, I told her everything was fine, we were just talking.


I'm about five inches taller than Daniel but I think he stood on his toes
for a time and wiped tears from my eyes and couldn't manage to keep his
hands off me wanting to comfort me as best he could. He was really very
affectionate. Then he did something he never did before, he kissed me on
the lips, then french kissed me too. I went along, it felt good. I really
needed the attention.


He said he couldn't stay much longer and was there anything he could do for
me. I told him no, not really. Then he reached down to the front of my
shorts and grabbed my limp dick, squeezed it gently and asked, "Anything at
all you need, anything?"  I replied, "No, I think I'm gonna be fine but I
promise if I need something I will ask. You are my closest and longest
friend in my life." He was tweaking my dick through my shorts which never
got hard but it did feel nice.


I reached down to my shorts to pull the waistband out from my tummy to look
at my dick. Daniel was really close, so we both looked down my shorts to
inspect my dick to see it was just hanging there limp like normal. He
looked up to smile at me.


 He slowly turned and walked out of my room then got his bike from the
driveway and rode home. Grandma asked me who he was. I told her the G-rated
version of the Book Of Daniel. She seemed to grasp that he was gay but we
were just good friends from elementary school and he only lived two streets
over. You could just barely see his house between other houses from one
spot in our back yard.


Grandma had been on the phone for hours since she arrived. When things
quieted down I offered to nuke some food for her, she said it was being
delivered any minute. And she also said that grandpa was driving up from
Galveston and would be here around 10pm tonight. I told her I was looking
forward to seeing him again but he might find our lack of stereo equipment
a real let down. She laughed then wiped a tear from her eye.


About 6pm a large van pulled up in the driveway that was marked Gustavo
Catering. They brought in a large pan of lasagna, a three foot long
submarine, fifteen two liter bottles of all sorts of pop, and frozen pans
of turkey, chicken, scrambled eggs, breads, four pounds of ground coffee,
stacks of cups, stacks of plastic plates and eating ware, about a thousand
napkins and ten rolls of paper towels, two cases of wine, large pans of
pre-made sandwiches of roast beef, ham, salami, and other cold cuts. They
set-up two long tables in the living room, covered in white paper coverings
that looked like they were setting up for a wedding reception.


I asked grandma what this was all about, she said my mom's co-workers
didn't want us to have to worry about cooking anything for the next week or
so. I said to her, "Well what if we run out of toilet paper?" Just then the
guy with a wheeled hand cart rolled in two cases of toilet paper. The
driver handed grandma an envelope. They left and the house seemed like we
lost 30 degrees having the front door open so long.


I looked outside on the driveway and saw a cop car sitting there but nobody
was in it. I asked her what that was about, she said that mom was very well
connected in the community that I will be very well taken care of from now
on. I have nothing to worry about.


R: "What about finals next week?"


GM: "I already talked to the school, they said you could delay them for as
long as needed or choose not to take them at all, but you didn't need to
decide anything until early March or whenever you were ready. Just call
your advisor and let him know."


R: "Wow." I said kind of speechless.


About 45 minutes later grandma and I had eaten a little of the lasagna and
the potatoes in cheese sauce. We had the TV on. I went to my room to check
my email.


It seems that word had gotten out and my in box was filling with emails
from other kids at AHS who I never knew were on Compuserve. I heard from
Bethany and had to practically threaten her not to come over that the place
was full of family, there was no room to sit. Which was a lie.


Around 11pm Grandpa arrived. I welcomed him in the front door, we hugged
like long lost friends and we both cried. Then he practically ran across
the house to grandma and they held each other for a while too, both crying
silently. I went to bed after walking Crow. While we were walking I tried
to devise a way to explain to Crow that mom was gone forever.


I spent about three weeks constantly explaining to Crow what a photo was
and what a camera was and I think he gets it now, so I figured I could
explain what happened to mom, all I needed was a dead animal in the street
and that would work. He knew most common Amarillo wild animal names
already, like squirrel, dog, cat, raccoon, deer and bird.


We laid in bed, he laid by my side with his nose near my arm which is
backwards from how he usually faces. Crow knew something was wrong which
made him stay closer to me all the time, which only was a problem when
strangers came over because he was so curious about people.


Saturday


In the morning I woke up to grandma tapping on my door announcing
breakfast. I decided to wear clothes top and bottom around the house from
now on. We all sat at the bar to eat and discuss the todays plans. We
avoided the topic but grandpa forced the conversation...


GP: "Okay let's get this over and done with. I'll put this in writing so
everyone knows the plan then we don't need to discuss it again. Robbie,
here are the plans your grandma made yesterday. Your mother will have a
short funeral at Smith and Sons Home here in town near highway 60 and
burial is at Memory Gardens Cemetery. This will be tomorrow.  The funeral
is at 1pm and burial is at 2pm. Robbie you don't have a lot of
relatives. Lisa was our only child. And like her, you are her only
child. But. Your mom was at the same job working with the same people for
about twenty years, her first job right out of college. In her line of work
most of the people are college grads and earn good money. There are likely
to be lots of people she knows that you never heard of attending the
funeral. And because of her work and her reputation and involvement in the
community you're probably going to be surprised at the crowds that show up
for the funeral and may come here afterwards, which is why they bought
enough food to feed a small army."


GM: "Yes and Robbie I know you are an adult at 18 years of age but there
are a lot of things you don't know about your mom and about being an adult
so we're going to do all we can to help you get back on track, finish high
school and get on with your life. Robbie honey we know about your
relationship with that Tom boy and it's not a problem for us all we ask is
that you let us know if you need him or any of your other friends and we'll
make it happen. Honey, just after your mother died they took up a
collection where she works and gathered some money to cover your short term
needs until her life insurance kicks in. In the mean time I will pay all
your expenses. In the envelope I got from the caterer there is a bit of
money to help you until insurance arrives. So you just tell me if you want
something and I'll pay for it, but I'll hang onto it for safe-keeping."


R: "Thanks Gram."


GM: "Robbie your mom's car will be signed over to you next week so you now
have your own car. If you absolutely hate it you need to let me know and
I'll get you what you want, okay?"


R: "Seriously?"


GM: "Yes honey, like the police detective lady said, your mom has arranged
for you to be well taken care of if something like this ever happened."


R: "Like how much are we talking? If you don't mind me asking?"


GM: "Well, it's a lot. She had life insurance, you were all she had. And
she had death benefits at work and her employer has a death gift and her
coworkers also kicked in, so we don't know the entire amount right now but
it looks to be around two."


R: "Two thousand dollars? Is that it?"


GM: "Oh no dear, it's more like two million dollars but may go higher."


I sat stunned, speechless and started to cry there on the stool at the bar
in the kitchen. My grandfather pulled me up to standing and held me in his
arms while I wept like a little kid. I buried my head in his shoulder and
stood there crying like a fool. Crow came to my side and pressed his head
into my side above my hip. After ten minutes or so I re-gained my composure
and sat back down, she slid a box of tissues to me. I blew and blew and
wiped my face. Looks like they all had been crying. Even Crow looked sad. I
told them I was going to take Crow for a walk.


Out the door I went with my best friend to the school campus. People were
using the ball field since it was a bit warm out so we just went round the
block instead. Back at home I checked my email. Tom wrote I answered
sending him the funeral schedules he said he'd be over. In 45 minutes he
arrived, it was a very good reception he got from my grandparents, like old
home coming week. They really hit it off. Tom had a couple changes of
clothes with him. In my room he told me he took two of his finals early
today at school and did really well that he didn't have to be back at
school until Wednesday if I needed his help. We walked to my room. I turned
on the TV and told him to wait there I had a question to ask Grandma.


R: "Gram, I have one question to ask, can I let Tom take my mom's car for a
while until this funeral stuff is all over, just in case he needs to go
somewhere?"


GM: "Well yes, the insurance is valid so it's fine really, it's your car
now honey."


R: "Cool. Thanks Gram."


I went back to the bedroom. I think it is the first time I smiled since
Thursday.


R: "Tom, I got something for you."


T: "Cool, what? I don't want any lasagna!"


R: "No it's not something you can eat. Say, would you mind if I called your
mom first I have a question I want to ask her."


T: "You wanna talk to management? Why?"


R: "I want to make sure what I want to do is okay with her first."


T: "Well, okay then go ahead, she's home."


R: "Would you mind if I talked to her in private first?"


T: "What the fuck is going on here?"


R: "Everything is fine, I just want to talk with her first then I'll fill
you in. I promise you'll like my plan."  "Okay, I'll sit in the living room
but I'm not eating any of that nasty smelling lasagna."


I dialed the phone and got Maria on the 3rd ring. "Bueno" she said. "Ola
Maria, es Roberto, tiene usted uno momento para hablar?"


"Chure" she said with her heavy mexican accent.


I need some of Tom's time with the funeral and stuff we're doing, would you
mind if I let him drive my mom's car for a couple of weeks, it's fully
insured and registered and everything, there is no cost to Tom, we're
paying for everything?"


"Oh esta fine den. Jou boys go jhave fun den. Adios Roberto"


"Gracias Maria, Hasta luego Mamma."


I walked to the door and called for Tom, my smile made him even more
suspicious. I closed the door and had him sit on my bed. I reached into my
pocket and fished out the keys to my moms car (which the police moved from
the hospital to the street in front of our house during the day). I handed
them to Tom, he looked at me puzzled.


R: "The keys to my mom's buick land yacht."


T: "That behemoth?"


R: "Yep, I want you to drive it so you can take your moms car back and have
our own wheels. Okay?"


T: "Is that what you asked my mom?"


R: "Sort of."


He smiled and ripped them from my hand and hugged me. I hugged him
back. "Now can you help me with some stuff?"


T: "Sure."


R: "Let's get the house straightened up a bit, my grandparents dont know
where stuff is so we'll do it for them and make them happy that we got
stuff under good control, okay?"


T: "Cool, tell me what to do and it's done."


I rattled off a list of stuff. He was to strip my moms bed and bring all
the laundry and bathroom laundry to the utility room pronto. I started the
washer and dryer, Crow laid on the livingroom floor watching us run around
like crazy people. My grandparents watched us with smiles.


Within 60 minutes we had the entire house much more organized. I showed the
grandparents where stuff was in moms room and bathroom. At first they
wanted to use the tiny 3rd bedroom but I told them no-way. We made up mom's
room and got it all ready for them to use and put new towels out.


People from mom's work were showing up. The police car was still in our
driveway. If you had someone supervising parking there was room in our
drive for about six cars and about four more right in front of the house
along the curb. We already had grandpa's SUV and mom's buick and the
Amarillo Police Dept cruiser that I had no freaking idea why it was
there. We had enough food to feed all the neighbors and grandma had an
envelope sent over from my mom's employer that I think was stuffed with
cash. So we had no worries except for the suck factor tomorrow when I would
bury my real best friend. We all tried to keep our minds on things at hand
and deal with the occasional visitor.


We started into the giant sub for dinner. We had to cut it up to fit in the
fridge anyway.  That was about 6pm Saturday. Tomorrow was the funeral. Tom
was still over, it was the five of us including one confused Great Dane. We
walked Crow that afternoon about 3pm between loads of dishes and laundry.


I saw a dead cat in the street near the school. I dragged it to the side of
the street and left it there.  We ran home and got the picture and went
back towards the deceased animal. I brought a pillow case that was on mom's
bed for a week before she got sick.


Tom was with me, Crow was on the short leash, which is just a steel clamp
and a heavy canvas loop. He did his stuff then we went towards the cat. I
told Tom that I had a special language for talking in `dog' to Crow that
nobody ever saw me do this before, that it sounded like baby talk but it
worked well and he seemed to grasp things better this way, he could not
talk about this to anyone because it was very personal. He agreed. Then I
warned him it would probably start us crying again.


We walked on the sidewalk to near the dead cat. I knew from five years of
his life that Crow knew exactly what `Cat' meant. So I had him sit next to
Tom on the sidewalk and I kneeled in front of him. He kept offering me his
paw to shake but I kept telling him to `CEASE' but he knew something was up
because we never went here. He was always taught to avoid busy streets
because they were bad.


I showed Crow a color print of a cat and told him, `see cat' he sniffed the
paper and I said, `no sniff, see cat' he looked it then at me. `Crow, see
cat photo, see it's a cat photo.' He moved his head in closer but didn't
sniff, he saw the cat photo and looked at me. `Cat good animal?' I asked
but he looked at me as if wondering what was up. It was times like this
that we reaped the benefit of me having raised him since he was only one
hour old. We had great brain to brain communication. Like hauntingly weird
brain to brain links. Nobody knew how well we talked to each other.  Not
even mom I think.


So I took the leash from Tom's hand and walked Crow over to the dead cat by
the curb. Then I said `Crow, see dead cat. Sniff dead cat.' He leaned down
and sniffed the poor lifeless tiger striped feline. Then he looked across
the street then at me.


`Crow, see dead cat?' He looked at me and I think I caught a short blip
from his brain that I think was like an `okay so what?'  type of
thought. So I motioned for Tom to hand me the pillow case. I took a few
steps away from Crow and said, `Crow, mommy dead. Mommy Crow. Here sniff
mommy.'  I pushed the pillow case to Crows nose and he sniffed it and his
tail started to wag. Then I said it again. `Crow, mommy dead. Crow, see
dead cat. Crow, mommy dead. Mommy gone dead. Mommy gone.'


Crow stared in my eyes for about three seconds I could see the gears in his
head turning. Then he stood up and turned away and stood with his tail
hanging down straight and looked at the ground. I leaned over grabbing his
lower jaw to make him look me in the eye. Tom and I were crying a little. I
pointed at my chest and said "Rob loves Crow" and while I did that I put my
two hands together in a hand embrace and held them to my chest then pointed
at the dog. Then I repeated it a few more times while he watched.  Then
Crow looked down at the grass, then towards the cat in the street. Then he
acted like he wanted to go home. So we walked home. Tom and I held hands
while we were crossing the athletic field heading towards my house.


On the way home we talked.


T: "Well dog whisperer, did he understand what you told him?"


R: "I don't think so. I think I got his attention big time and he knows
something is wrong with my mom but he hasn't made the connection to the cat
yet. But I'm sure he knows something is very very wrong with her. Maybe he
does. I'm not sure. I'll need to keep re-inforcing it for a while. When we
get home put that pillow case in a ziplok bag and give it to me, okay?"


T: "Sure."


R: "By the way, just in case you didn't guess already I am going to give
you my mom's car."


T: "What the fuck!?"


R: "I want you to have my mom's car, okay?"


T: "You can't just give someone someone elses car?"


R: "Unless they lied and my mom is just hiding until my next birthday
surprise party then I'd say she doesn't need it any more and I never liked
that huge thing so you can have it."


T: "Holy fuck! Like how much do I owe you then?"


R: "Tom, will you please stop acting like you don't understand?"


T: "Okay then what's the catch?"


R: "The catch is it might take a few weeks or more to get the title signed
over and until then it's my car and you're going to use it and until then
you got a few weeks to convince your mom that it's appropriate for me to
give you your first car, it drinks gas like there's no tomorrow and it's
hard to park and it smells like my mom and I may not want to ride in it
some times, that's the catch. And if we break-up in three months it's still
your car, once the title is handed to you it's yours but not until then. Is
that okay?"


T: "Maybe I should trade it with my mom and I take her car so we can ride
in my car and you won't get weirded out."


R: "That's a great idea."


T: "Well fuck me. I never thought I would suddenly have a huge luxury car
handed to me."


R: "Well it's weeks away so be nice to me until then or I might decide to
just set it on fire instead."


T: "Oh trust me about the only thing I might do to make you mad for the
rest of the year is make you cum too many times."


We both laughed at the thought. We were walking down the sidewalks in my
neighborhood and ended up walking past Daniels house, I showed Tom where he
lived. And I talked a bit about him and our long standing relationship but
lack of intimacy.  It was getting dark and we were holding hands and I was
feeling much less depressed and happier. We stopped at a bus stop across
from the high school main entrance and sat down on the bench to just talk,
it was getting dark and cold we weren't dressed for night time cold so we
moved close together and kept talking. This was one of the best talks Tom
and I had ever had. We really spoke of how we felt about each other and
what our plans were for the next year or two.


For the first time Tom spoke of changing his school plans to consider where
I would be living and going to school. Our conversation evolved into us
deciding to change our plans to keep our relationship as the primary goal
and who had the best chance of making it financially first, which would be
Tom. So we decided if it was possible to sell mom's house and move to where
Tom ended up in culinary school then move to where the business chances
were the best. We sort of agreed to check out Galveston Island first. We
kissed and said that we loved each other.


I was about frozen, Crow was trembling, Tom was shaking, so we walked
quickly home. Rounding the corner I saw there were now six cars at our
place and all the lights were on. Now there were two police cars. Most of
the others were strangers.


I walked in the back door leaving Crow and Tom briefly in the yard. I went
in to see it was mostly the same people from our New Years party. Bethany
and her mom were over, so was my mom's boss and his wife and my
grandparents and Daniel and his mom. And there were also three uniformed
Amarillo cops. I asked out loud if anyone was allergic to dog. Nobody said
a thing so I went back outside, took the loop leash and walked the large
proud prancing great dane back into *his* house. The visitors squealed with
delight. I released Crow and he made the rounds visiting and sniffing
everyone. I watched from just behind closely to be sure he didn't get to
nosey.


I walked up to Bethany and hugged her then her mom for about two
minutes. We both cried a little and she kissed me on the cheek. Then I went
to Daniel's mom and held her too, then Daniel. We behaved in front of the
huge crowd and just held and hugged. I had enough tears already shed in the
last ten minutes. It felt good to be held by the closest people to me. I
re-introduced Tom to everyone. The police introduced themselves.


Detective Garner told us that my mom had donated computers to the police
department and purchased food trays for the detective branch for the past
six years. He also said that because of where she worked and what she did
for a living all the stuff they did for the police was confidential and
could never be discussed but that they were naming one of the new
sub-precincts being built on the far west side of town as the Davis Center
in her honor. We all clapped. The smiled. I wondered what all she must have
done for them.


While the one detective guy was speaking to my grandparents and the other
people there was a knocking on the door. I went to answer. It was the same
guy from Gustavo Catering. I opened the door and pushed the rubber stopper
under it, then grabbed Crow and put him in my room and closed the
door. Along the way I pushed the HOLD button on the thermostat.


The guy wheeled in a large refrigerator, large tall but not large wide. It
was a single door top to bottom, must not have a freezer compartment I
thought. Grandma told him to place it in the living room corner. Then he
returned again and again with stuff to fill it full of party food for
tomorrow. He left without saying anything. I kicked the door shut and
returned to hear the final seconds of the speech from the detective dude
about all the stuff my mom did for them.


By the time the cops left I was at the door saying thanks for all their
support and noticed there was yet another car in the street now. The two
left and got in the third car leaving two cop cars in the driveway.


The party continued until Bethany and her mom left around 8:45pm. I
whispered in her ear that I would not be able to go to prom with her after
all, she nodded yes and left holding hands with her mom. I was glad I took
the time to end that once and for all. She still had plenty of time to find
a prom date, which was reasonable.


Tom and I and the old folks sat down at the bar to snack a little. We were
all practically stuffed anyway. I asked them how mom's bed was, she said it
was way too soft for their backs. So I told grandpa to try mine instead. He
came back after ten minutes and said it was much firmer. So I asked them if
they wanted to do a quick bedroom switch, Tom and I would take Mom's and
they could have mine. They agreed, so Tom and I ran like crazy people and
swapped the sheets and blankets and it was done, we now had the master
suite with the dual nozzle shower and large bathtub.


After the bed swapping we talked about living and the next few weeks and
school and stuff. Grandma said they were thinking of taking turns staying
up here for two to three weeks at a time until school was over and putting
this house up for sale right away. They thought it would be best to leave
me here until school was done but move to an apartment after the house
sold, a two bedroom place on the ground floor. Some place that would take a
150lb dog, which might be hard to find.


Tom and l listened to their plans and agreed to everything. Then I told
Grandma I wanted to give the Buick to Tom right away, she agreed and asked
me if I wanted a car of my own and I told her I wanted a Honda, something
smaller that got better gas mileage. She agreed and said we could start
looking next week.


I asked them if they knew if the University of Texas at Galveston had a
culinary program and Grandpa said it had a bachelors and masters program
and also was the only one in the state offering a culinary management
program. I looked at Tom, he had a huge grin on his face. I knew what he
was thinking. I suddenly felt an urge to go to my bedroom so off I went
with a jump and opened the door. Crow was awake and wanting to be included
in the conversation. Not sure why he sent a brain message to me that it was
suddenly urgent. He came up to Grandpa and nuzzled his way under his arm so
Grandpa had to scratch his ears and neck.


Tom said, "You've been here less than 48 hours and already Crow has you
trained to scratch on command." We all laughed. Crow looked around the room
with his head cocked at an angle while Grandpa scratched him above the
shoulders and Crow smiled and grumbled like he would when just the right
spot was being scratched in just the right way.


We all sat in the TV room until about 10:50pm talking about stuff and plans
for tomorrow. We agreed on an alarm time for tomorrow and went to our
rooms. At first Tom and I went to my room, then paused, returned to the
hallway and went to the `master suite.' We got undressed and went to check
out the big two person shower.


We turned on the handles after closing the totally clear glass enclosure. I
motioned for Tom not to speak because my room was on the other side of the
wall from the big shower.


We washed each other and kissed for a time, then brushed our teeth and went
to bed. I loved mom's mattress it was a full size tempurpedic with the
thicker memory foam. We felt funny being so much higher off the floor than
my bed.


We laid in bed naked, lights off except whatever came in the windows which
was all from the back yard and the neighbors lights. We sucked face, Tom
rolled into me and kissed his way to my belly then took my boner in his
mouth and sucked me to orgasm, then I did the same to him and we laid side
by side talking about funerals and stuff for tomorrow. By 11:30pm we were
yawning. So I turned on my side and he turned into my back. I could feel
his boner smashed into my lower back so I climbed out of bed and over the
top of his legs, took his dick into my mouth and jerked him off by hand
into my mouth, again. After he was done, he did me again. I was surprised
he could make me cum since my mind was so distracted with thoughts of
images of my mom. Tom knew how to manipulate my dick real well.


We talked a little bit more.


T: "I really feel weird about taking your mom's car."


R: "What can I say that I haven't said already. I don't like my mom's
car. If I was buying a new car, Buick would never be on my list. Anything
from GM would not be on my list. I like the smaller Jap cars and their
quality and gas mileage. If you don't want it then I can sell it or trade
it in but it would be much easier if you would just consider it a gift and
take it from me and never drive it here again."


T: "Okay, I guess, I have to talk to my mom and see if she wants it. She
drives a small car, I don't know if she wants a huge land cruiser like a
Buick or not. But I will ask. Okay?"


R: "That's fine, there's no rush we got weeks to decide. I suppose if all
else fails we can go wreck it if we get more snow on the interstate, it's
got lots of airbags and stuff."


T: "Good night Robbie dear."


R: "Good night Tommy dear, I love you."


We were both asleep within fifteen minutes.


Sunday.


The sun rose in a cloudless sky on the day I dreaded the most. I told
myself while standing in the shower that I was going to be as positive and
pleasant as possible. I woke up looking at Tom thinking to myself that I
was damn lucky he was here and I best be treating him accordingly.


My alarm went off at 7am. I headed for the shower. When I was dried and
done I looked for any of my stuff but this was the wrong bathroom, so I
walked in my shorts to my old bathroom and grabbed hand fulls of my stuff,
toothpaste, tooth brushes, razors, deoderant, comb, and stuff and carried
them to mom's bathroom. I pulled open the drawer and took all her stuff and
tossed it into the wastebasket then moved my stuff in.


I got dressed and went to the kitchen to see if Gram needed any help with
the appliances. I showed her how the coffee pot worked and started a full
load. They were both up and ready for the day. It looked like they used the
little guest bathroom instead of mine. I told her I would vacate mine in
the hallway this morning that I really wanted them using it instead of the
tiny guest one. She agreed and looked pleased, as much as someone can be
with only five hours until your daughters funeral that is.


She started dishing out pre-prepared stuff for breakfast, some that Tom
made two days ago. I went to wake him up.


Back in our bedroom I closed and locked the door walking over to the side
of the bed and stood staring at Tom asleep on his back with his tits aiming
at the ceiling. He was a thing of rare beauty. Always a slight tan, thick
wide eyebrows and deep dark eyes like those on a high fashion model, a body
that just begged to be shown in public, muscles in all the right places
that I could dream of being used to hold and hug me firmly and securely in
his loving embrace. I really needed to photograph him more.


I gently laid down next to him taking his right tit into my mouth, licking
it like a dog would lick a used dinner plate. It woke him from sleep with a
boner and a smile after rubbing his eyes. What a magnificent sight he was
to behold.


He went to pee, I listened picturing what his dick looked like about one
third hard. I asked if he wanted to eat or shower first, he said he was
starved, so I got his clothes from the basket of stuff we washed yesterday
and watched as he got dressed. We went to the kitchen and sat side by side
at the bar while Gram nuked and dished out the food we picked from the long
list of stuff we had now. There was one large pan from the caterer that was
full of breakfast stuff, eggs, sausage links and patties, bacon, waffles,
pancakes, breakfast burritos, cheeses, and fried egg patties like in a
McBreakfast thing. Mom never took me to McDonalds, which was fine.


After eating I helped Tom get showered, then we walked Crow. While we were
sitting at the team bench at the baseball field we discussed funerals and
stuff. We both admitted to only having been to one, Tom's father and a
friend of my moms about four years ago. So neither of us had much
experience. I told him I didnt want to make the day one of tears and
sadness. So we agreed to stay close by each other, be honest about our
relationship, and be there for each other until this dreadful day was
over. Crow came up by the bench with glances towards home so we picked up
his poop and left for home so he could eat too.


When we got home I went straight for the laundry and noticed that there was
eggs, sausage, bacon, and cheese in his bowl. I folded the laundry and
moved the wet stuff to the dryer and re-started it.


I took an old grocery store bag from the holder and went to my old bathroom
and took all my stuff except for the photo gear and moved it to mom's
bathroom and emptied out all the rest of the drawers and cabinet of her
stuff tossing it all in the trash. I took that bag straight to the can in
the garage, never told Gram I did that.


It finally dawned on me to ask, so I spoke up to Gramps who was reading the
Sunday paper in the kitchen.


R: "Grandpa, do you know why there are two cop cars in the driveway?"


GP: "Yes, I do Robert. They told me that there are scammers in this town
that prey on the families of the recently deceased, trying to sell bibles
and other things. This keeps them and any other thieves far away. They said
the cars would go away in a few days, that one of them is actually dead and
hasn't run in months that they brought it here with a police impound
wrecker, they use it just for this purpose when VIP's and police family
die."


R: "Which was mom?"


GP: "They consider her police family because of all the did for them, and
will continue to do even after her death."


R: "Like what exactly did she do?"


GP: "Well now that she's gone I suppose you can hear some of it. Your mom
worked in weapons research. She developed a new brand of body armour which
saved the lives of two Amarillo cops when they were shot and lived with
only bruises, because of your mom's research. She also worked in developing
the latest version of what we used to call the H-Bomb. The latest atomic
weaponry. We will probably see some high ranking army brass and Pentagon
officials at her funeral too, just so you know. But do not talk to anyone
about what she did for a living. There's more that I can tell you later
this year, okay son?"


R: "Wow. I guess now I see why the cops were so sad when she died and eager
to help when she asked them to watch me."


GP: "Oh, believe me. They're gonna keep a close eye on you and this house
until you move from Amarillo, and even then wherever you go, the cops there
will hear about your arrival. I promise that call will get made too."


R: "What if I don't want anyone to know?"


GP: "Trust me son, you want them to know. There are bad folks that might
want to ask you or threaten you to make you tell whatever you might know
about her work."


R: "You're kidding, right?"


GP: "No Robert, I'm serious. You want the cops to know where you are all
the time for the next several years or more. Eventually it will fade away
but for now you need to be watched."


R: "So much for smoking any pot at parties."


GP: "Oh I'm sure they were watching you and Tom that night too."


R: "You know about the party we went to?"


GP: "Yes, your mom got the report, but did she ever say anything to you
about it?"


R: "No, not a word."


GP: "See? Your mom as a very special lady."


I dropped my head looking at my shoes and walked back to the bedroom.


T: "What did he say?"


R: "Oh, not much really just that my mom gave lots of stuff to the police
and they feel indebted to her so they keep an eye on me in return, that's
it really."


T: "That's cool I suppose. Think we should start getting dressed for the
you-know-what then?"


R: "Sure, I guess so."


We silently got dressed because we were expecting visitors at home to start
showing up around 11:30am about 90 minutes before the funeral started.


By 9am we were dressed and ready. I cleaned up the house as best I could
and straightened up the bathrooms and dumped all the trash. Grandma and
Grandpa went into my room and dumped all of mom's clothes and shoes into
trash bags for the Goodwill and they tossed her undies and socks and
stuff. I asked Grandma if we could get a dog mattress for Crow, we agreed
to get him a baby crib size and put it on the floor. She added it to the
list of stuff to do on Monday.


We were sitting in the living room with some of the food sitting out and I
asked Grandma something that sort of surprised all of us. "Gram, can you
call school on Monday morning and see if I can take all my final exams on
Monday afternoon, just to get them done and out of the way before I start
forgetting stuff?"


GM: "Are you sure Robbie? All of them at one time?"


R: "Yep, I'm sure. Then I can have the rest of the week off to concentrate
on getting stuff done around here now that Mom's. You know."


GM: "I expect the principal and probably some of your teachers might be at
the funeral, we can ask them right then, okay?"


R: "Sure, I'll point them out to you." Then we heard car doors closing out
in front of the house.


Maggie and Bethany arrived dressed in black. They looked sad. We offered
food and drink, they helped themselves. Around noon a black hearse and limo
arrived in the street. I couldn't look at either of them, so I leaned into
Tom and tried to keep a straight face. Then Daniel and his mom
arrived. Tom, Dan, and I went to our room and had sort of a group cry and
hug which was about as much support as I could ask for. I introduced them
again and kissed them both on the cheek. At least this time Dan didn't grab
my dick.


Daniel was wearing black jeans and a dark gray sport coat with a tiny
rainbow ribbon pinned to his lapel. He handed me two. I handed Tom one, we
both stuck them in our pockets.


The funeral director came in and was talking to my grandparents and
explained the routine and time line. I stayed away and out of sight of the
living room window. Tom stayed by my side. Daniel was on the other side and
had his hand on my thigh so I took his hand in mine under the counter.


About 12:30 the funeral director said we should all be leaving for the
funeral home so we all walked out to the street. I talked to Tom so I
didn't have to see the hearse. I don't think he got it. Daniel did and
tried to stand between me and the hearse but he was too short to block my
view but at least he was trying. I think Tom was a bit freaked out being
reminded of burying his father about four years ago.


We arrived at the funeral parlor and sat in seats in the front row. By the
time we got there the line of cop cars grew from two to about ten and four
motorcycle cops. The place was packed with people I never saw before in my
life. There were news reporters outside and one TV crew from NBC in Dallas
because some army generals were there and the Under Secretary of Defense or
something like that.


I tried not to watch when they wheeled the bronze looking casket in, I held
tightly to Daniels and Toms hands on my thighs. I felt tears form in my
eyes and start to run down my cheeks to my pants but I never cried out
loud.


Luckily it seemed to go fast. Within 35 minutes we were back in the limo
heading for the cemetery. Now the line of cars had grown to like a mile
long. I didn't know there were this many cars in Amarillo. There were cops
and military people everywhere. There were two helicopters already at the
cemetery and a standing room only crowd. Grandma only had chairs for about
ten people, us and a her closest friends. The burial went fast, maybe
twenty minutes and we were heading back for home in the limo. I held
tightly onto Dan and Tom but was leaking tears anyway.


When we got home I hugged my grandparents and made a mad dash for the
bedroom. I was told later I looked like I had been punched in the face a
few times, but I ran to my new bedroom dove onto the bed, smashed my face
into the pillow and cried my head off. I wept like a small child for maybe
fifteen minutes. Tom and Dan came in the room and sat beside me rubbing my
entire back side down to my knees.


When I finally had enough face-in-the-pillow time done and could stop
crying I rolled onto my back while my best friends un-did my sport coat and
took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt spreading it wide apart. Dan and
Tom laid on opposite sides of me on the bed, me in the middle and gently
rubbed my shoulders, chest, stomach and arms down to my hands. It felt
nice, intimate, and re-assuring. I really needed them right now. All that
was missing was Crow.


With tears still in my eyes and a runny nose I looked at both of them and
reminded them how much I loved them both, that I couldn't have done this
without their support. Tom laid his head on my stomach and Dan rested his
chin by the side of my face. He couldn't lay his head down on the side with
hearing aids in or they would squeal.


Dan laid there tweaking my right nipple while Tom was rubbing my belly with
his head on my tummy over my bellybutton.


Eventually we got up, I got re-dressed and we returned to a house full of
people. The street was packed with cars and I think I counted about twenty
five people milling around the food line and wandering in and out of the
house.


We walked Crow to the school and I noticed we were being followed by two
men in black suits about 300 feet behind us. We did the same routine with
Crow. I mentioned to Tom about our tail, he said they were outside all day
today and yesterday too. He said their license plate says US Navy
somthing. I figured they had something to do with what mom did for a living
and what Grandpa told me about. It was freaky but I knew they were there
for a good reason so we mostly ignored them.


We walked home and put Crow back in my room after he was done eating.  He
was not having a good time I could tell.


Around 3pm the police came in, one was Stephanie Zeller I met days ago, she
was very nice, we hugged. They were wanting people to move some cars in the
street. It took about ten minutes then the fire department showed up and
put flares in the street right out at the end of our driveway. There was
this loud thumping from the sky and this small dark blue helicopter landed
and two people got out right away. Four dudes came in with him, he went
right to my grandfather to shake his hand, them my grandmother. I had no
idea who he was. My grandmother motioned for me to walk over. There were
lots of people standing around so I had to wiggle my way through the crowd
in the hallway. I could hear Crow woofing in his room. Tom followed.


GM: "Robbie honey, I would like you to meet one of your mothers bosses from
work, this is Mr William Perry, he is Secretary of Defense of the United
States. His boss is the President, Bill Clinton." I was of course
speechless. I shook his hand, he said that they were there to help if I
needed anything at all, he was sorry for our loss that `Lisa' was a
brilliant scientist and a big contributor to the security of our country, a
service that they would not be forgetting. I remained speechless.


He spoke for a few more minutes to several of the other people he
recognized from where mom worked, then he left in a flurry of men in suits
and uniforms. Then the helicopter started and lifted off. I thought about
what the Mexican drug guy across the street would have thought of a
helicopter parked in front of his house! I'm sure that would have pushed
him over the edge! I walked Crow outside to our front yard on the leash to
watch, I kneeled next to him and told him. "Crow, see plane. Plane. People
go bye bye in plane." We watched and within a few minutes they were up and
gone. I bet our neighbors were pissed or freaked out.


By 4pm it was starting to thin out.


By 6pm the crowds were almost gone. We had filled two trash cans with
plastic plates and garbage from feeding about 60+ people. I started to pull
one towards the garage but Gram stopped me and told me someone else would
take care of that. Sure enough in about twenty minutes the caterer arrived
and started to clean up and haul stuff away, like that ugly refrigerator
and all the trash. He handed Gram another envelope and was gone in thirty
minutes. By 8pm it was just the five of us, Crow, my grandparents, Tom and
Me.


Around 6:30 Daniel and his mom left. Before he left he pulled me into the
guest bathroom and pushed his face up into mine and sucked face with me for
about ten seconds then reached down and grabbed my dick through my suit
pants and gave me a loving squeeze. This time I did the same back to
him. He left walking with his mom. Later that night he emailed me that he
was glad he was there because he never would have believed my story of the
guests at the funeral without seeing it with his own eyes.


I never saw people from school at the funeral, it was too crowded and I was
too teary eyed.


I added to Gram's list to call school Monday and ask if I can take all my
finals in one go on one day as soon as possible. And I also added to the
list that I wanted a small Honda that got good mileage and it didn't have
to be new or fancy.


I also added to the list that we needed the phone lines moved so mine rang
into the master bedroom instead of my old room. She added that to the
list. I asked her, "Gram, if you don't mind me asking, what was in the
envelope that caterer guy handed you?"


GM: "It was a donation from your mom's friends from Washington to help you
make ends meet until the insurance kicked-in."


R: "Like how much are we talking?"


GM: "I haven't opened it yet honey." My grandpa handed it from his shirt
pocket to hers, she opened it and spread it on the kitchen counter. It was
sequential 100 dollar bills, one hundred of them she counted. "What was in
the first one?" She answered, "About the same, but that one was from here
in Texas."


R: "What do they mean by, until the insurance kicks-in?"


GM: "Well it's not been started yet but the way your mom worked her
insurance is if she died a complex trust fund would be established and
managed by your grandfather and I then by a board of trustees until all the
money was gone."


R: "Like how much are we talking?"


GM: "Are you sure you want me discussing this in front of Tom? This is a
very private matter you know."


R: "Tom, would you mind if we had a private conversation for a couple of
minutes?"


T: "I don't care!" He said shrugging his shoulders and walking back to my
room with Crow following.


We heard the door click shut. I stood up and looked down the hallway, which
was empty. "Well Robbie, it started off at two based on what she had
accrued here with her insurance policies and work benefits, but we didn't
know she was also on the pentagon payroll and also working for the US
military and all of them are not reporting yet but the number has risen to
about three now and we haven't figured in the sale of her property or her
stocks and we don't have a complete accounting of her savings and IRA or
401k yet. So it should rise but we have no idea yet and it may take months
to know the extent of her assets."


R: "Let me see if I get this straight. My mom had a Masters in Chemistry
from UT and worked for twenty years and somehow amassed a fortune of over
three million dollars?"


GM: "Well honey, we're talking military spending and top secret weapons
development so there are huge secret budgets for those things and she was
the right person at the right place developing weapons that worked and
worked well and saved the pentagon a lot of money and she was rewarded for
that work. She was just a mom to you but she was also a genius to her
coworkers who knew how to design a big bomb that fits in a small space. We
will never know all she really did. But remember this one thing, she loved
you more than anyone else on earth and her bosses bosses boss was the
President of the United States and she was a loyal American."


R: "Wow. That is totally like mind blowing. I gotta go get Tom out of
seclusion before his feelings get hurt."


GP: "Robbie honey, you need to keep all this stuff private for now for your
own protection. Remember, those police cars are there for a good reason,
okay son?"


R: "Thanks." I ran back to the bedroom, walked in to see Tom watching TV
from the bed. He looked slightly annoyed.


I told him I would explain all this stuff to him during the week as I found
out more that they were using words I didn't fully understand, that I had a
ton more questions to ask. He went along but still looked annoyed at being
asked to leave the room.


Just out of curiosity I looked up Gustavo Catering in the phone book. There
wasn't such a place, so I searched online on Compuserve and on their
network search webcrawler and found one listed in Washington DC.


Daniel called me about 9pm.


We all went to bed around 11pm. Tom and I went straight to the shower. We
stayed in it until the water started to get cooler. We decided to ask Gram
to add to the list to get a bigger water heater or one of those endless hot
water systems. She added that to the list but reminded me that this house
was going up for sale in a week or two.


We didn't do anything that night.


Monday morning.


We woke up with the alarm at 8am, I could smell the same breakfast
again. We got dressed into shorts and t-shirts and went to the kitchen bar
to eat. Gram was on the phone, she had a ton of stuff to get done. Grandpa
suggested we go run errands. He asked Tom how much longer he would he
hanging around. Tom told him he would like to stay until Tuesday morning
then go home to study for semester finals. We stopped and got us some
clothes and looked at used cars at the Honda dealer.


Tom was amazed at the concept of just looking, deciding, and buying a
car. We picked out a 1991 Honda Civic Coupe with 19,000 miles. The original
owner died. Grandpa paid cash from the envelopes. Then we headed to State
Farm and did the insurance. I drove it home but Tom rode with Grandpa so
they could talk I assume. He never mentioned their conversation but I
assume he spoke about secrecy and protection. My grandparents seemed to
know a lot more about what mom did at work than I did.


We got home by 1pm and Gram was still on the phone, she had three pages of
notes for different conversations she had completed.


GM: "Robbie, you can go take your finals tomorrow morning at 8am, report to
the board of education office at 8am and bring your drivers license." She
read off her note pad.


R: "Where's that office?"


She fumbled a page ahead and two pages back and said, "It's across the
street from the Caprock High School main entrance."


T: "Oh! Like dummy me. I know right where it is. I'll drop you off there
tomorrow on my way home, okay?"


R: "Sure I guess so." I said looking at him thinking about being without
him for the first time since you-know-what happened. Tom saw my angst and
took my hand in his and winked at me. I looked at Gram, she smiled. It was
the first time we did anything gay in front of them, holding hands. It went
okay.


GP: "I'm hungry, let's eat."


T: "I don't think I can stand another slice of that sub. Can we have
something warm for lunch?"


R: "Yeah!"


The old folks looked at each other knowing they knew little about dining in
Amarillo. We all sort of stared at each other and Grandma got teary eyed
realizing that if Mom was here this would be a no-brainer. I got an idea so
I went to my room, grabbed the card and back in the kitchen called
Stephanie Zeller. She answered!


St: "Amarillo Police, Detective Zeller speaking."


R: "You told me I could call for any problem, right?"


St: "Hi Robert, yes we all told you that. What's up."


R: "Well my moms folks are not from here and we want to go eat, we're tired
of the sub and fast food that was delivered and almost gone anyway, where's
a good place to get a hot lunch for young and old?"


GP: " And tell her the money they sent was spent at the car dealer today
and is almost gone."


R: "Did you hear what he said?"


St: "Yes, I did. Okay let me call you back or send someone over, say ten
minutes?"


R: "That's fine, thank you Stephanie."


St: "Not a problem. We're here to help. Bye."


We all stood talking for a few minutes about food we did or didn't want, we
all agreed no fast food, no burgers or fries. While we were talking there
was a knock on the front door which Grandpa answered, it was a neighbor
across the street wondering about the funeral and the helicopter. Gp
assured her it was all done, that the place would be quiet from now
on. They left, then there was a rumble in the street as an Amarillo City
Bus, a short bus with a handicap lift arrived in front of the house. Gp
walked outside then came in and said we were supposed to get on board.


The driver was some guy named Eric he was taking us to get food for the
rest of the day, he had a print out of all the eating establishments in
town. We sat in the front seats and discussed where we wanted to go. We
debated Italian, Mexican, Irish, American, Comfort, or fast food. We agreed
on a Jewish deli for lunch and a Mexican place for carry-out for dinner. He
drove us to the two spots. First to the only authentic Jewish Deli in town
where we got carry-out for lunch. The store owner told us the bill was
paid, thanks for coming and come back whenever we liked. He was very
friendly. We got sandwiches and sides. Then off we went in the short bus to
the same Mexican place mom took us to downtown for carry out for dinner,
which was off menu, we couldn't order really. By the time we arrived it had
all been arranged by someone so was the bill. Grandpa only had about $800
left of the cash they were given by the caterer after buying the used car
today.


We got home. Tom was not talking much but happy to be eating. He was really
curious about how all this stuff was getting `arranged' without much effort
or expense and who was paying and exactly what was going on. I took him to
the bedroom and closed the door.


R: "Tommy, listen. This is all new to me too. Until 72 hours ago my mom was
just mommy. Now I found out this weekend at the same time you did that
three levels above my mom was Bill Clinton. As far as I knew she worked at
a chemical plant that made military stuff and that's all I knew. Now I know
that I am in a small amount of danger because my mom is something like
Oppenheimer or something and bad guys from Russia or China or who knows
where might try to torture me for what I know so we're being followed and
kept quiet and it's all new and you need to trust me that I'm just a boy
like you and I don't know anything and I love you very much and we really
need to not talk about all this stuff and go along and shut the fuck
up. Okay?"


T: "Well. I can shut up. That's not a problem, besides nobody would believe
this story anyway."


R: "Can you drop me off tomorrow on your way home to take finals?"


T: "That's not a problem."


R: "Cool. Can we talk some more about stuff today then?"


T: "Again, not a problem."


R: "Cool." I told him staring into his eyes. I stepped into him and turned
my head a little so we could suck face. I could tell from his kiss that he
was distant and not engaged. So I backed off right away, smiled and we went
back to the kitchen to eat.


We had lunch and talked about school and college and what we wanted to
do. Grandpa called someone he knew in Galveston about photography
education, and journalism and jobs. He was on the phone for a while. Gram
had calls to make too so I plugged in the cordless in my old room and
handed it to her so she could make calls. Tom and I walked Crow and went
back to my room.


It took me about two hours but I got moms computer configured to behave
like mine. I looked at her links and stuff, she really was a chemistry
geek. Most of the stuff I didn't understand. I think she was tutoring
people in algebra for balancing chemical equations in a volunteer group on
Compuserve. I notified all those people of her passing. Tom used my old
computer in my old room to check his email.


Daniel wrote about taking one final, having a two hour lunch and watching
one boring film and getting out early today. I spent time in bed reviewing
my notes from study.


My car got towed away by the dealer then returned late in the afternoon
after getting a new windshield and a front end alignment. Grandpa sent the
rental car back since we had two sets of wheels. I moved cars around so we
could get cars parked. I had the police move their car to the street, the
dead one. It took two guys in garage overalls to push it out of the way.


Tom got his first real chance to drive the Buick to the store to get more
pop and bottled waters. We let him go alone. He came back all smiles and
said he liked the car and was sure his mom would too. They talked in
Spanish on the phone in front of us for almost ten minutes. I don't speak
fluent Spanish but I heard the word for car several times and school and
finals too. When he was done I asked him if he needed to leave tonight or
go talk to his mom, he said he would and be back in a couple hours. He left
and was back by 9pm. We went to bed not too long after he came back. He
returned in his moms car. I was glad the see the Buick was finally gone.


We went to my room, Tom closed the door and told me, "That big Chevy with
the navy license plates is still about a block and a half down the street
you know?"


R: "No Tom, I don't know and I don't care. My grandparents said there is
nothing to worry about so I'm not worried and all I want right now is to
sleep after having you fuck me hard in the shower." He grew a huge grin and
started taking off his shoes and socks. I noticed earlier today when we
were in the car dealer that if it's warm enough or just cold enough that
you can see his nipples poke out under his t-shirt. While he was standing
just inside my bedroom door and the light on the dresser was right to his
side you could see exactly where his tits were under his shirt. It was
starting to turn me on. I really loved staring at Tommy.


We eventually made it to the bathtub, our first time in it. My first time
and I've lived here for the past sixteen years! It was big enough for two
people but they better be really close friends because it was a tight
fit. It was a regular oval tub, fiberglass, but larger than normal maybe
6ft by 3ft and kind of deep too. We started to run the water and sat
together. He sat in back I sat between his legs facing the same direction
so the back of my head was in his face.


We already shut off the lights. I leaned back into him and sank lower. Tom
laid his hands on my chest and stomach gently playing with my nipples. I
laid my hands on his knees which were next to my hips. I worried that I was
smashing his dick. We laid quietly like that for almost a half hour then I
got up to my knees facing him and reached down to take his limp dick in my
hands, mine was hard aiming straight at him parallel with the floor of the
tub. I leaned in to kiss him, then lowered to suckle on his tits, then took
in a huge gulp of air and pushed my face below water and take his dick into
my mouth.


Sucking dick below water was not good. So I rose up, pulled the drain lever
up and dumped the cooling water. I stepped out of the tub offering my hand
to assist him. We started for the bed but Tom grabbed me from behind and
spun me around in the bedroom just inches from the bathroom door. He pulled
his face into mine and tongue wrestled with me standing there for a time,
then I felt him get lower so I went along. We dropped to the floor about
halfway between the bathtub and our bed and he put me into submission right
there on the carpet.


Using only spit, a lot of spit, he worked his dick into me and did me right
there on the floor. Me on my back, knees at my shoulders. Him laying on
top. Eyes closed. Tits pointy, panting, sweaty, and glistening. There was
enough light coming in the window. I think it was from a nearly full moon
(pardon the pun). He was like all shiny and in black and white again
fucking me hard there on the carpet. He felt wonderful doing me fast and
hard. Then he started to moan and slurp like he was swallowing large
amounts of saliva. Then he rammed his dick in hard all the way, pushed
hard, slid me an inch or two further towards the bed on the carpet. I could
feel his dick pulsate inside me as he came again and again. Then he
collapsed ramming his mouth into mine. I relaxed my legs, laying my calves
on his back and pulling his face hard into mine like I might suffocate
without it. We kissed like love starved hungry desperate people.


Maybe it was the moon. Maybe it was the hormones. But that was the hardest
most violent I had ever been fucked by him ever. I was sore yet satiated. I
was full yet starving. I was full of his love but needed more.


All that existed in that moment was our mouths, my pussy and his dick, our
skin, and the carpet burns on my back. I wished I could stop time and make
this moment last for days. This was the first time I had been truly happy
since you-know-when.  I wondered where Crow was right now.


We slowly pulled apart. He slowly lifted his face up from mine. We were lit
only by moon light, with our human vision it was mostly in B&W. Tom looked
as hot in moon light as he did on the beach on film. Too bad there was no
way to capture this moment.


He slowly pulled himself from me then reached down to offer his hand to
help me to standing. We walked the remaining 12 feet to the bed and
dropped. I landed on a large lump of warm furry bones. It seems one of my
grandparents shoved Crow in the door while we were in the tub. I had forgot
completely about him.


We made it to bed and managed to re-locate the doggie over to his own
mattress.


We laid on our backs staring at the textured ceiling.


T: "I'm sorry."


R: "Huh?"


T: "I'm sorry your mom died."


R: "I'm sorry your dad died."


T: "We're even I guess. It sucks to be human I guess."


R: "I have an idea if you'd care to hear it?"


T: "Okay, shoot when ready."


R: "Why don't we both graduate from school here in Amarillo as scheduled,
then we move to Galveston Island. You start school in culinary management,
I attend community college in journalism and photography. We live off my
trust, and we eventually consider buying a restaurant downtown and get good
insurance for flood and hurricane damage and live our lives still here in
Texas and learn to surf and raise our doggie and be like real people?"


T: "What do you mean by `trust fund?"


R: "It's like an account I will have eventually from my mom's life
insurance that will pay lots of my expenses."


T: "Would it pay for someone elses college tuition?"  R: "I don't know."


T: "Okay I got to talk to my mom, but that's pretty much been my plan all
along, except I wouldn't return to Amarillo to open a place I would be
doing it in the 2nd most party city in Texas, the city on the beach, the
2nd most popular Spring Break hot spot, Galveston Island! Dude."  "I'll
talk it over with mom, okay?"


R: "Cool. She can call me if she has any preguntas."


T: "Muy bien then."


<silence>


T: "Robbie,?"


R: "Yeah?"


T: "I love you."


R: "I love you too Tomas, yo te quiero."


We fell asleep kissing. Crow was having a dream and started whimpering out
the side of his mouth. I was thinking about tomorrow.


Tuesday:


I got to the school district administration building, dropped off by Tom at
7am. I was put in someone's office and spent the entire day there, only let
out for water and trips to the bathroom. I took all my finals and left
around 3:15pm. I stunk and felt like I had been dipped in shit and oil.


I stepped out the front door of the office then I figured out I had no way
home. So I started walking home down the same path as I took whenever I
drove to Tom's house.


I saw an Amarillo Police Dept car I tried to flag it down but they never
saw me. So I kept walking. About the time I got to the street Star's was on
I stopped for a light and this dark Chevy Impala drove up along side me and
some guy with sunglasses rolled down the window and said, "Tom, you need a
ride home?"


R: "Sure, are you the guys from outside our house?"


T: "Yes we are."


R: "Sure."


I got in the back seat, which had a cage like a police car. They drove me
across town and dropped me off by the athletic field at my school. I walked
the last three blocks home after shouting `THANKS' to them as they drove
off. Actually they were circling around to stay a few blocks behind me.


I walked home getting there almost 4pm. Gram had a look of worry on her
face and wanted to know how tests went. Then Grandpa came out then Crow and
I told them about my day from hell in a small office in one chair for seven
hours with no lunch, taking all my tests but that I think I did well on
them, especially history and mass media which I was sure I got about 100%
correct on. I was done for the semester and ready to move on and re-start
school in six days on Monday morning.


I emailed Tom. Gram told me the phone lines got switched around today. The
mattress was being delivered tomorrow. A new water heater was being
installed tomorrow, and she talked to the realtor today, they expected to
be able to sell our place in a month or two.


We discussed apartments, she said the realtor was investigating that too
and would know more tomorrow. She also told me that Grandpa was going back
to Galveston on Wednesday morning that she would stay into next semester.


The email I got back from Tom said he explained things to his mom, she was
very pleased with our choice of schools, she said her cousins lived in
Galveston, she liked the Buick and agreed to trade with Tom once the car
was transferred to him. Tom sounded excited about the school and was trying
to get as much info as he could. He talked to a counsellor at school who
heard of the Galveston Culinary program and management school and gave him
an entire folder of stuff she had on the school. He said there is a large
gay community in Galveston too.


Grandpa went back south and made it home safely. I returned to school on
Monday and got lots of cards from teachers and classmates. People asked me
about the helicopter in the street and the security and stuff. I played
dumb and said it was all local people that the place was packed and I never
saw the chopper.


Eventually it quieted down and I went back to being my quiet invisible
self. Gram and I kept seeing the dark colored GM cars at a distance the
rest of the school year. I think they were on campus too but nobody ever
said a thing to me about it. The dead police car eventually disappeared
from the street in front of our house.


I went to the cemetery with Tom to visit my mom then his father's grave too
during March. He kept a distance and just let me and Crow go talk to mom
ourselves. Crow eventually figured out that mommy was never coming home. I
eventually stopped crying for no apparant reason.


Bethany stopped calling me.


Tom started calling more.


Tom and Daniel became friends.


I really love them both but I can see myself living a long time with Tom
and never getting tired of looking at him when he lays asleep on my bed. He
is so gorgeous.




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