Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2010 00:49:46 +1300
From: Shawn Kale <shawnkale@live.com>
Subject: 'In All The Wrong Places' Part 2

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DISCLAIMER: Predictably, this story at some point will contain graphic
literary descriptions of sexual acts between consenting persons. Some
content may not be suitable for minors. This is a work of fiction,
similarity of characters to  real people is purely accidental. The author
'Shawn Kale' retains the title to the work and grants 'Nifty Archive'  "a
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'In All The Wrong Places'


To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing
and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.

      - Oscar Wilde (excerpt from 'An Ideal Husband')


Part Two:    "Familiar Turf"


      I collected my luggage from the small carousel and heaved it onto a
trolley, no personal baggage handlers at this end of the trip, but then I
expected nothing less at such a tiny airport. Stepping out the front doors
sent me rummaging through my bags to find the sunglasses I desperately
needed, the sun was so much brighter down here and the heat was a shock to
my 'Europe acclimatised' system. My plans to flag a taxi were halted by a
tap on my shoulder and the sound of a familiar voice;

''Woah slow down buddy, I drove all this way into town to pick you up and
you're gonna ditch me for a cab?''

Sam was probably my oldest and closest friend, we'd stuck together since we
started school and he was as close a thing as I had to a brother, Sam had
convinced his older siblings to buy us our first liquor, Sam and I had
shared our first cigar... and later something more 'dubious'

''How did you know what time I was arriving in? I don't think I told
anyone" In fact I know I hadn't told any of my friends.

"I ran into your mum at Starbucks the other day, she asked me if I could
pick you up"

My mother was working on a project down south and had apologised to me a
few nights ago via a last minute email; 'Sorry hun, can't pick you up on
tuesday... important meeting...etc etc' I didn't mind catching a taxi but I
appreciated her trying to make my arrival as friendly as possible.

"Cool, thanks man... umm could you please lift these into the back though"
gesturing to my pile of cases "I packed a little more than this little runt
can lift''

"Hey... does that mean more presents?'' excited "for moi?''

"Haha of course it does, I think you're gonna like them... one of a kind,
and personalised!" seriously, he was gonna flip when I showed him what I'd
picked up.

      I slipped into the passenger seat of Sam's car and turned the air
conditioning down to 'icebox' he closed his door and made a passing comment
about my 'nipples not being hard enough in the heat' I tried to laugh but
what came out was more of a yawn, then I smelt the coffee

"Is that for me?" there were two take-away cups in the holder, the smell of
actual espresso coffee was a smell from heaven for this weary traveller.

"Yeah man, still a tall cappuccino with chocolate and no sugar?"

He knows me too well, I might have to throw in a latte one day for the
confusion factor

"Thank God, I haven't had real coffee since I transited in London and I
swear that airline crap is powdered kangaroo or something"

      We drove in silence while I polished off my pick-me-up, Sam suggested
we get some lunch at the beach and relax a bit before we went home. I sat
in the car at the seaside shop while he got our food, I'd missed good old
fresh fish and chips, there was plenty of top notch seafood in Ireland but
Dad insisted that we ate at the better establishments. I didn't really
mind, absence; as they say, makes the heart grow fonder.

      I was adjusting my watch to local time when I caught sight of him in
my peripheral, the chip shop was next to a small Thai restaurant "Happy
Thai'm" (I remember almost choking with laughter the first time I read that
sign.)

With his tidy light shirt, crisp pants and red tie, 'employee' was a safe
guess.  He stepped into the doorway of Happy Thai'm's gaudy facade wiping
his hands on a white rag, looked up and down the street as if he were
waiting for somebody and spying a discarded beer bottle on the sidewalk
emerged into full view.

As he bent over to pick it up I caught a glimpse of his prefect rear
through the seat of his slacks, I watched as he went to enter the
restaurant and I have to admit, the look on his face when the door was
locked made him even more attractive; his creamy complexion took on a shade
of pink and I felt a little sorry for him, luckily there was nobody around
(that he knew of) and after much knocking a young Thai girl came to his
rescue.

Sam's materialisation at the car window startled me and blocked my view of
the boy as he disappeared into the restaurant.

"Here we go, now this is what I call real food; fresh fish, chips and
plenty of tomato sauce" Sam couldn't wait to rip a hole into the newspaper
parcel to extract the familiar smelling food. I grabbed a handful of the
hot fries and dipped one into the pot of red, Sam was babbling on about how
all the 'bloody fish and chip shops are all owned by foreigners now... etc
etc' I was off in my own little world (as usual) thinking about that guy, a
sure contender for 'the most beautiful guy I've ever seen award' our food
was soon finished and Sam started up the car again, turning on the CD
player which belted out the latest Pearl Jam hit... I have to know his
name... I have to know who he is.

      I woke up just as we approached my driveway, it was about half an
hour's drive from the city to my place, Dad had built it with the intention
of moving out after the divorce, but being in the same country proved to be
'too close' for him, so on my birthday last year he handed me the keys and
said goodbye... Of course I insisted Mum move in to the new place, she had
the guest house and I occupied the main building.

I loved this place, it was modern (at least dad and I shared our taste in
some things) all clean lines and earth tones with hints of polished chrome
here and there, the grounds were landscaped and the pool provided an ideal
venue for parties and friendly get-togethers. We pulled up to the front
door and I keyed in the entry code, Sam lugged in the cases and set them
down in the lounge.

"Bro I'll see you later, text me or something" Sam was making his way to
the front door

"What about your presents?" I knew he hadn't forgotten, the look on his
face when he turned around confirmed my suspicions.

"Dude, I thought you were actually gonna make me wait for them"

"Never... me? make you wait for presents?... Nah" I told him to go and sit
in the living room while I dug out his gifts.

"Sorry there's nothing too flash, and I only wrapped your ultra-late
birthday present" I handed him a department store bag, there was the usual
t-shirt, cologne and Toblerone, I picked up a nice jacket at the market
(which I hoped didn't fit, so I could have it) but the look on his face
when the layers of paper and wadding were stripped from the wrapped package
was priceless;

"OH SHIT! NO YOU DIDN'T! Oh my God this is amazing man... just WOW" He held
a framed napkin with the name of a pub printed on, but it was Eddie
Vedder's autograph that made him so excited.

"I hope you still like them, I met them in a bar and he autographed the
closest thing to hand for you... see your name even"

"What what what? you met Pearl Jam and didn't even ring me on the spot to
tell me?" I detected the humour in his voice, Sam's cellphone started to
ring

"Damn it's Andrea... sorry man I'd better go, you know how they are" I was
surprised his girlfriend hadn't called earlier to check up on him.

"Yeah I understand, tell Andrea I said hi" He got up and carried the spoils
to his car, I waved him off and closed the door behind me.

      All alone in the house I started to wish there was someone around for
company, someone to sit next to and enjoy a good film, someone like the boy
from Happy Thai'm maybe? my train of thought was making some parts of me
more excited than others, I dashed up the stairs, through my room and into
the shower, washing away the light covering of 'travel dust' and taking
care of 'business' just me and you tonight buddy...

Thank God I have a good imagination.


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Author's Note:

Thanks to those of you who mailed me re: part one, part two has been
stagnating unfortunately while I took a bit of a break, part three will be
more expedient I promise.

This is only the second part of what I hope will be a much longer story,
any suggestions or comments can be directed to me at: shawnkale@live.com

Sorry for the lack of 'usual' erotic material, I hope new installments will
satisfy all your more carnal needs as well as your other 'desires'

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