Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 00:31:38 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 101, GM College, High School

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Chapter One Hundred One – Uncle Bob and Uncle Corey

We were still at the dining room table when the rest of the family started
to arrive.  We heard Grandma greet Keith and Kerry at the front door.
"Keith and Kerry, I am so happy to see you.  How is my newest
great-grandson?"

Grandpa looked around the table and said, "I guess we'll have to continue
our discussion some other time, boys.  Thank you for helping me out today."

Duane said with a wide grin, "It is us who should be thanking you,
Grandpa."

Keith entered the room.  He looked around the table, and said, with a
smile, "Hey guys!  What's going on?"

"We were just discussing the merits of the different sports cars in
Grandpa's garage," I answered.

Keith said, "That sounds awesome!  Did you get to drive them?"

"Yes, we did," Rick said, as he stood up and stretched.  He pulled me to my
feet, "Let's move into the family room.  It's more comfortable in there."

I put my arm around his waist, and said, "Sure.  Come on guys!  Keith, come
with us.  We want to hear about your trip to your in-laws."  I briefly
touched his arm, as we passed him.

Keith turned and followed us into the family room.  Rick and I got
comfortable on the couch, while Keith sat next to us in the armchair.  "We
had a great time with Kerry's family.  We'll spend Christmas Eve here, with
you guys, then we'll drive back to South Carolina on Christmas Day," Keith
said.

Greg and Cory soon joined us.  Greg looked at Keith, and asked, "How was
the drive down?"

"It was uneventful.  Egan was a little fussy.  Kerry sat in the back seat
with him and managed to keep him happy.  I'm still adjusting to the fact
that we have a baby to take care of 24/7," Keith said.

Cory said, "He's almost four months old, now.  Shouldn't you be used to
having a baby around?"

Keith nodded his head.  "You would think so, but every week something
changes.  For a while, Egan slept pretty well, and we weren't up a lot in
the night with him.  Now, he wakes up at all hours of the night, and we're
so tired."

"Have you asked your pediatrician about his change in sleep habits?" I
asked.

"Yeah, but she says we shouldn't worry about it," Keith said, with
resignation.  "I guess we'll just have to tough it out, and wait until he
starts sleeping through the night, again."

Rick said, "At least you aren't studying for finals, anymore."

Keith nodded his head, and said, "It was terrible during finals week.  We
were both totally and completely exhausted.  By the way, we never did thank
you two for watching Egan for us, so we could take our exams."

Rick smiled, "Don't worry about it, Keith.  Glenn absolutely adores the
little guy.  In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if I need to worry about
getting jealous."

I laughed.  "You don't have to worry, big guy.  No one will ever take your
place!"  I caressed the inside of Rick's thigh, as I leaned over and gave
him a quick kiss on the lips.

Watching us, Greg poked Cory with his elbow.  "See, Cory, they act just
like any other newlywed couple."

I laughed, and asked, "Do you mean we act just like you two?"

Before Greg could answer my question, Keith interjected, "Yes, you do.
Kerry and I were just talking about how you two act like newlyweds."

Rick smiled, and asked, "Are we really that bad?"

"Bad?  No, Kerry thinks you two make a perfect couple.  I'm just glad you
two are happy," Keith said.  "But, we do wish you'd decide to get married.
Just look at how happy Greg and Cory are!"

Greg smiled, and responded, "Yes, we're very happy."

Duane added, "I didn't think being married would make much of a difference,
but it does."

Mason snuggled closer to his husband, and said, "It's because I know I've
got my man and he isn't going anywhere."

"That's for sure," Duane said, laughing as he ruffled Mason's hair.

Kerry entered the room, and joined Keith.  She smiled, as she noticed how
cozy we were.  "I wish people could see how happy and contented you guys
are.  I think they would stop fighting against gay marriage."

Rick's face clouded over.  "Let's not spoil our holiday together by talking
about those who hate us."

Kerry said, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to dampen your spirits."

"It's alright.  I'm just very sensitive about how gays are being treated by
our elected officials," Rick said.

Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of more of our family.
This time it was Aunt Sharon and Uncle Stan, along with my cousin, Roger.
Roger joined us in the family room.  He looked around the room, noting the
two new guys he didn't know, and walked over to Duane and Mason.

"Hi!  I'm Roger, Keith's brother," he said, by way of introduction.

"Nice to meet you," Duane said, standing to shake Roger's hand.  "I'm Duane
and this is my husband, Mason."

Roger said, "I've heard about you two.  Keith and Kerry have told us what a
nice couple you are."

Duane looked over at Keith and Kerry.  "Thank you.  We think they are good
people, as well."

Uncle Stan and Aunt Sharon joined us, and introductions were made.  Aunt
Sharon said, "I'm still amazed at how Rick and Glenn always seem to collect
such wonderful friends."

Duane blushed at her praises.  "We really aren't all that wonderful,
Ma'am," he said.

"That's pure nonsense, Duane.  I know quality people when I meet them, and
you and Mason are definitely quality people.  Keith has sung your praises
to us since he first met you two," Aunt Sharon said.  "I'm glad you are
able to visit with us."

She turned to Greg and Cory.  "I believe you owe me a hug and a kiss,
little brothers."

Greg stood up, pulling Cory to his feet, as well.  Aunt Sharon embraced
them both and kissed them on the cheek.  "I'm happy Dad decided to adopt
you, Greg.  Welcome to our family."

Uncle Stan said, "Yes, Greg, we are very happy for you."  He hugged the two
boys.  "We have a wedding present for you.  It's outside."  Uncle Stan
beckoned for all of us to follow him.  He said, "I want Greg and Cory to
wait inside with me, until everyone is outside.  Please don't say anything
to spoil the surprise."

As Duane stepped outside, he couldn't quite contain his exclamation of
surprise, "Oh, my!"

We were gathered together next to the driveway and watched as Greg and Cory
came out of the house.  The expressions on their faces were priceless!
They stood there, stupefied!  Their wedding gifts were two cars, a red
Ferrari Testarrosa and the other a black Lamborghini Murcielago.

Greg was the first to recover and threw his arms around Uncle Stan,
followed by Cory.  Then they hugged Aunt Sharon.

Uncle Stan said, "Here are the keys.  They are registered in both of your
names, so you will have to share."

Greg looked at Cory, and grinned, "It won't be hard to share these two
beautiful cars.  Which one do you want to drive first?"

Cory said, "The Ferrari."

The two very excited young men climbed into their new car and backed out of
the driveway.  Grandpa was smiling and I heard him say to Uncle Stan, "I
hope you got a good price for those two beauties."

"A friend of mine owns a Ferrari dealership.  One of his clients traded in
these two for the newest models.  He called me to see if I was interested
in buying the two cars, since he knew our family races cars.  He offered me
a fair deal, and I thought they would make nice wedding gifts," Uncle Stan
said.

Grandpa said, "Thank you for your gifts to them."

Uncle Stan said, "It's the least I can do.  You have helped us out so many
times over the years.  It's my turn to help those two young men."

"We'll have to make provisions for paying the insurance on those two
vehicles," Grandpa said.

Uncle Stan laughed, "I already took care of that, as well."

Grandpa nodded his head, appreciatively.  "You're always a step ahead of
me, Stan."

Uncle Stan grinned like a schoolboy.  "I try to be.  I can't let you think
I'm getting sloppy in my old age."

"I'm sure that won't happen for many years to come," Grandpa replied.  He
turned to the rest of us.  "Please come inside and relax.  I suspect those
two won't be back any time soon."

Duane said, "I know I would spend as much time as possible in those cars,
if it were me."

"Me, too," Rick said.  Rick took my hand, and we walked back inside the
house.

Uncle Bob and Uncle Corey arrived, about an hour later.  They took seats
next to me and Rick, after we introduced them to Duane and Mason.

Uncle Bob said, "We are very happy Dad adopted Greg.  Now Dad will have
someone else to look after, rather than harass us about getting married and
providing him with grandchildren."

"Should we tell them?" Uncle Corey said, looking at his twin brother.

"Why not?  It's about time we told people, anyway.  I'm tired of
pretending," Uncle Bob responded.

"We're gay.  We have been since we were old enough to have sex with each
other.  That's why we have never married.  Mom and Dad have never
suspected, because we have been very careful not to do anything out of the
ordinary.  We have dated many different women, but we've never had sex with
any of them," Uncle Corey said.

"When Dad adopted Greg, we thought it would be safe for us to come out of
the closet," Uncle Bob said.  "We were afraid Dad would go ballistic, if he
ever found out; but, he can't be upset with us, since he already has an
adopted son who is gay.  What difference will it make to have two more gay
sons?"  He smiled, and put his arm around his brother's shoulders.

Rick looked at me, and said, "You were right."

I grinned, and responded, "Uncle Bob and Uncle Corey, I had you pegged as
being gay from the first time I met you two; but, Rick said there was no
way, because you didn't act like you were gay."

Uncle Bob's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "I thought we were pretty good
at hiding the fact we're gay."

"You were; but to a gay guy, the way you two look at other guys gave you
away, especially one of the new guys Mr. Curtis hired for our security
detail," I said, grinning.

Uncle Corey said, "I guess it's hard to hide the fact you love someone.
Dylan has been so wonderful to me.  He moved in with me a few weeks ago."

Uncle Bob said, "I've been dating Jasper for a couple of months, now.  I
met him in Athens, when I went there on business for Dad."

"Have you told Grandpa?" Greg asked.

"No.  We haven't," Uncle Bob said.

Grandpa walked into the room, and asked, "Told me what?"

"That Corey and I are gay," Uncle Bob said.

Grandpa said, "I knew that already.  What took you so long to get around to
admitting it?"

"You knew?" Uncle Corey said, in astonishment.

"Yes, your mother figured it out a while ago.  After she saw Rick and Glenn
acting like newlyweds around each other, she noticed how you and Dylan were
acting and put two and two together," Grandpa explained.  "We decided to
wait until you were ready to tell us, rather than confront you about being
gay."

Hearing Grandpa talking to Uncle Bob and Uncle Corey, Grandma stepped into
the room.  She said, "It's about time you two got up the courage to tell us
you are gay!  I was beginning to think I was going to have to do something
about it myself."

Uncle Corey smiled, and said, "I'm glad we told you, then."

Grandma said, "We want you to be happy, Corey.  Hiding the fact you're gay
is not the way to be happy.  We've seen how happy Greg and Cory are, as
well as Rick and Glenn.  There is no reason for you and Bob not to be just
as happy."

Uncle Corey looked with uncertainty at Grandma, and asked, "You're not
angry with us?"

"No, I'm not," Grandma said.  "Would it change things if I were?"

"No," admitted Uncle Corey.  "I love Dylan too much to let him go, now that
I've found him."

"How did you know I was gay?" Uncle Bob asked.

"We received a call from a friend in Athens who saw you out with a very
handsome young man at a local gay bar," Grandpa said.  "You forget that we
have friends everywhere."

Uncle Bob looked surprised, then confused.  "Then, you're sure you aren't
angry that I have a boyfriend?" Uncle Bob asked.

"Let me repeat my question – would it make any difference if we were
angry about it?" Grandma asked.

"No, it wouldn't," Uncle Bob said.  "I guess what I'm trying to say is that
I want your approval."

Grandpa put his arm around Grandma's shoulders, and said, "We have already
given our approval.  We learned long ago that we can't impose our will on
our children.  Do I wish you had married a woman and had a family?  Yes, I
do.  Am I disappointed?  Yes.  Can I accept that you each love your partner
and are happy being together?  Yes, I can.  Do we support you in your
decision to be together?  Yes, we do."  Grandpa paused, and looked each of
his sons in the eye.  "You are still our sons and we love you."

Tears were streaming down both of their faces.  Grandma walked over to them
and hugged each of them.  "There is no reason to cry, boys.  You should be
happy."

It seemed really odd to me to hear her call them boys.  These two men were
older than my mother!  Thinking about it though brought to my memory the
fact that my mother calls my older brothers her boys, as well, even though
they are married and have children of their own.

Greg and Cory walked in, at that moment.  Greg, seeing the tears on Uncle
Bob and Uncle Corey's faces, asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, son.  It's just that Bob and Corey have finally decided
to tell us they are gay," Grandma said.

Greg smiled, and said, "Cory and I knew you two had to be gay."

"You knew, too?" Uncle Corey asked, amazement showing in his voice.

"Yes, we did," Cory said.  "We've known since we first met you."

Uncle Bob looked at Uncle Corey, and said, "It's a good thing we decided to
come out to everyone.  It seems we haven't been very good at hiding our
attraction to guys."

Grandma said, "I expect you both to invite your boyfriends over for
Christmas Eve.  Now you've finally told us, I want to get to know who my
future sons-in-law are."

Uncle Bob grinned, and responded, "Thank you, Mom, for being so
understanding."

They both pulled out their cell phones and called their respective partners
to issue the invitation to spend time with our family.  We spent the rest
of the day visiting with family and playing board games.  It felt good to
be with family and friends.  For Uncle Bob and Uncle Corey, it was a very
special evening.  They were finally free to be themselves and not have to
worry about keeping the pretense of being straight.  They seemed very
happy.

*** ***

The next evening, Uncle Bob arrived first with Jasper.  Uncle Bob walked
into the family room, and said, "Everyone, this is Jasper Jones."

Jasper smiled, and said, "Howdy!"

As Uncle Bob pointed to each of us as he named us, I got a good look at
Jasper.  Jasper had curly brown hair with dark eyes that twinkled and a
nose that looked like it had been broken a few times.  He had an engaging
grin on his face.  He was about 5'8" (173 cm).  He looked like a
weightlifter.  His arms were thick with muscles and his legs looked like
tree trunks.

When they reached us, Jasper reached out his hand and grabbed Rick's in a
firm handshake.  "I've heard a lot about you, Rick.  Bob told me you're in
the Marines.  I was in the Marines myself, until recently.  I retired a few
months ago, just before I met Bob."

Rick asked, "Where did you serve?"

"I was deployed to all of the war zones several times over," Jasper said.
He listed several of them, then said, "I'm just glad to be out of the
military.  I never would have met Bob, otherwise."  He put his arm around
Uncle Bob's waist.

Uncle Bob smiled, and introduced me.  "This is my nephew, Glenn."

Jasper shook my hand, with a firm grip.  He said, "I'm happy to meet you,
Glenn."  He didn't release my hand immediately.  He looked into my eyes,
and said, "Thank you for having the courage to be who you are.  Because of
you, Bob was able to finally admit to himself, and to others, that he could
be gay and still have a family."

I smiled.  "I'm glad that everything is working out for Uncle Bob and Uncle
Corey."

Jasper released my hand and turned to Uncle Bob.  "Where is your brother
and his boyfriend?  I thought they were going to meet us here."

"He said he'd be here," Uncle Bob said, shrugging his shoulders.

As he finished speaking, Uncle Corey and Dylan walked into the room, Uncle
Corey said, with a wide grin, "Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Dylan."

Dylan blushed, but continued to smile.  He looked to be in his
mid-thirties.  He had short blond hair, deep blue eyes, an aquiline nose, a
bushy blond mustache and a boyish smile.  His deeply tanned face was
covered with freckles.  He was tall and lanky.  He was 6'4" (193 cm.) tall
and had long, thin arms and slender, delicate fingers.

Dylan said, "Nice to meet all y'all.  I think I've met most of you already,
since I work here; but it's nice to officially meet you."

Uncle Corey said, "Dylan is from Baton Rouge, Louisiana; but, his family
disowned him when he came out.  That's why he's living here, now."

Dylan looked at the floor and wouldn't meet our gaze.  Rick walked over and
put his arm around his shoulders.  "There's nothing to be ashamed of,
Dylan.  Being gay is just the way you are.  Your parents should have had
the sense to recognize that."

Dylan looked up and met Rick's gaze.  "Do you really think so?"

Grandma came up behind Dylan and put her arm around his waist.  "Yes, we
think so, Dylan.  You are always welcome in our home, especially now you're
Corey's boyfriend."

Dylan smiled, "Thank you, Ma'am."

Grandma looked up into his face and said, "Stop calling me Ma'am.  I expect
you to call me, `Mom,' since I anticipate that you and Corey will be
getting married at some point.  You need to get used to calling me Mom."

Dylan said, "Okay, Mom."

She released him, and said, "I'm glad to have two new additions to our
family.  I expect you two to make yourselves at home.  I know we're all
very excited to meet you, and to get to know you, better."

We visited with my uncles and their boyfriends.  They both seemed like nice
guys and my uncles looked happy.

*** ***

We gathered in the family room around the huge Christmas tree.  My
grandparents always managed to find the biggest pine tree that will fit in
their family room.  Grandpa sat in his usual armchair, with the rest of us
scattered around the large room.

Grandpa said, "Since tonight is Christmas Eve, we have a tradition of
reading the Christmas story from the book of St. Luke.  I will give
everyone about ten minutes to gather together an appropriate costume, after
we have assigned parts for our Christmas play."  He smiled, as he looked
over at Kerry, who was holding Egan in her arms.  "Egan, by default, gets
to be the baby Jesus."

Kerry smiled, "I'll get him ready for his part, Grandpa."

Grandpa nodded his head, "That also means you and Keith will be Mary and
Joseph, unless someone else wants the part."  Grandpa looked around the
room and found there was general agreement that Keith and Kerry should be
the baby Jesus' parents.  He continued, "We need some shepherds."  He
looked at me and Rick.

Rick grinned.  "We'll be the shepherds as long as Greg, Cory, Duane and
Mason will join us."

Mason said, "We'd love to be shepherds."

"That's okay with us, as well," Greg said, smiling at Cory.

Keith looked over at his sister, Tina, and asked, "Would the girls like to
be sheep, or angels?"

Samantha and Victoria chorused, "Sheep!"  They immediately demonstrated
their prodigious ability for making sheep sounds!

Grandpa said, "Good.  Now, we need three wise men."

Uncle Stan said, "I'll be one of the wise men, if Jason and Roger will join
me."

Grandpa said, "I'll be the narrator and Grandma will be the innkeeper.
Tina, you will be the angel.  Okay everyone, return with your costumes in
ten minutes."

The room emptied quickly, and a few minutes later, we all returned with our
bath robes on, and towels wrapped around our heads like turbans.  Tina
found a white sheet in the hall closet to drape over her clothes for an
angel costume.  The sheep had found reindeer ears glued to a hair band.
They wore white bath robes and bleated, loudly!

Rick grinned at me, and said, "I remember doing this as a child.  I never
dreamed I'd be doing it as an adult."

I took his hand and squeezed it, as Grandpa began reading the Christmas
story.  We each made our appearance in front of the Christmas tree, when
Grandpa directed us to do so.  At the end, Grandpa stood and snapped a
photo of all of us, in our costumes in front of the Christmas tree.

Then, he said, "It's time for singing Christmas carols.  Glenn, would you
accompany us?'

I replied, with a smile, "Sure, Grandpa."

We sang every carol we knew, and then some!  Uncle Bob and Jasper stood
directly behind me, with Uncle Corey and Dylan next to them, with their
arms wrapped around each other's waist for most of the evening.  The four
of them had very nice singing voices.

Rick sat next to me on the piano bench, and turned pages for me.  He said,
"I love you, Babe."  He leaned over and kissed me.

Uncle Bob said, laughing, "No making out at the piano.  Rick, stop
distracting the pianist!"

Uncle Corey said, "It's okay, Bob.  I'm sure Glenn knows how to control his
boyfriend."

Rick looked around at Uncle Corey, in surprise.  He asked, "What do you
mean, control me?"

Uncle Corey laughed, seeing Rick's expression.  "It's obvious he has you
wrapped around his little finger."

I put my hand up to cup Rick's cheek.  "It's okay, Rick.  That massive tool
between your legs has held me captive, since the day I met you."

Rick blushed, but laughed at my comment.  "You're right about that."

Rather than let the conversation continue, I turned the page to the next
song and began playing.  Everyone joined in and sang with gusto.  After we
finished singing, Grandma said, "Everyone to the kitchen.  We have hot
chocolate and pastries waiting for us there."

We walked into the kitchen to find cinnamon rolls, gingerbread cookies,
muffins, banana bread, chocolate fudge, caramels, popcorn balls, and more,
laid out on the table.  The hot chocolate had already been poured into
mugs, which were handed around to everyone.

Duane's eyes went wide with wonder, as he took in the wide variety of
sweets.  "This reminds me of my Grandma's house.  She always had all kinds
of treats for us on Christmas Eve."

Grandma smiled, and announced to the assembled family, "I expect everyone
to hang their Christmas stocking over the fireplace, before they retire for
the evening.  They are here in this box; and your names are already
stitched on the front of them, so you won't get confused as to which one is
yours."  She held up a stocking to display it for us, and pointed to the
name stitched into the fabric of the stocking, with shiny golden thread.
She smiled, and handed it to Greg.  "This one is yours."  She turned back
to the stack of stockings and pulled out two more.  "Dylan and Jasper,
these are yours."

Dylan's face reflected the happiness he was feeling.  "Thank you for making
this my most memorable Christmas Eve.  You don't know how much it means to
me to be part of your family."

Uncle Corey beamed at his mother for making his boyfriend feel welcome.  He
gave her a hug, and said, "Mom, you're the best!"

Jasper was just as happy.  "Thank you for inviting me to your home, Mom."

After we had eaten our fill of sweets, Rick and I grabbed our Christmas
stockings and took them into the family room.  We placed them on the hooks
Grandpa had put on the mantle, for just that purpose.  Rick pulled me into
his arms and kissed me.

Duane came up behind us, and said, "Guys, get a room!"

I laughed, and said, "We will, right next to yours!"

Duane replied, "And please keep the noise level down!  It's hard to sleep
when you are so loud!"

 Rick said, "It's not my fault Glenn can't contain himself, when I'm
pleasuring him."

Mason said, with mock seriousness, "TMI!  We don't need to know anything
more!"

We all laughed.  We said our good nights and retired to our rooms.  As soon
as the door was closed, Rick pinned my arms against the door, as he kissed
me and ground his steel pole against me.

He finally let me go, and stripped me out of my clothes.  I helped him out
of his, and stood back to admire the perfect form of my lover's body.  I
looked into his eyes and licked my lips in anticipation.  Rick did not
disappoint me!  His passion for me matched mine for him, as we made love to
each other!

*** ***

Chris sat in his usual armchair with Era to his right, in her rocking
chair.  They had remained in their places, after the rest of the family had
retired for the night.  Era looked over at Chris and said, "It has been a
wonderful Christmas Eve, dear."

Chris nodded his head and said, "Yes, it has."  He sighed and looked over
at his wife, and asked, "Did we do the right thing by not pushing the issue
of being gay?"

Era asked, "Do you mean Bob and Corey?"

"Yes.  When you first discovered they were gay, should we have confronted
them, then?" he asked.

"What good would it have done?  They were grown men when we found out they
were homosexuals," she responded.  "We made our decision to ignore it, to
protect them.  Forcing them into the open about their sexuality would have
exposed them to too much danger.  They could have easily been murdered by
the crazy religious fanatics living around here.  In fact, I still worry
for their safety; now they have come out.  I think we should encourage them
to move to a location more accepting of their lifestyle; especially now
that they have found life partners."

Chris nodded his head in agreement.  "You're right about that, dear.  I
have been thinking we could have them open up a travel business, or
something of that nature.  They have helped me on the farm all these years;
but neither of them is really a farmer.  Corey has always been bookish and
Bob is really into sports.  What do you think would be the best job for
them?"

Era leaned her head to one side and thoughtfully said, "I believe we should
encourage them to go back to school to get some background in business.  We
could suggest to them that they look into the hotel industry, or into
entertainment."

"I'll ask them to join us for a little private conversation, when they come
over tomorrow.  I think we should get the ball rolling, as soon as
possible," Grandpa said.  He sat in silence for a moment, before
continuing, "Mr. Curtis won't be happy about losing Dylan."

"I'm sure he will find someone else who will do just as well as Dylan," Era
responded.

"I'm happy the boys have finally found life partners," Chris said.  "I was
beginning to think they would always be alone."

"They have never really been alone, Chris.  They have been inseparable
since birth," Era replied.

"You're right, dear," Chris said, sighing.

"Now, we just need to get them married," Era said.  "I have already spoken
to the boys about a double wedding in St. Catharines.  I also told them not
to keep me waiting."

Chris laughed.  "I'm sure that things will move along pretty swiftly, since
you put the fear of your wrath in them."

Era smiled at her husband.  "Yes, I did."  Era went on to discuss the
wedding plans she had in mind.  She concluded, "I'm sure the boys have not
a clue what to do about a wedding."

"It's a good thing their mother has everything under control," Chris
replied.

*** ***

Corey and Dylan had returned home, and were sitting in their family room.
Corey took Dylan's hands in his own and said, "I've been meaning to ask you
a question for some time now."  He paused, and looked into Dylan's eyes.
"Will you marry me?"

Dylan grinned, and replied, "Of course, I'll marry you."

Corey leaned over and kissed his lover.  "I knew you would say, `Yes.'"

"I overheard your mother chastising you for not making an honest man of
me," Dylan said, laughing.

Corey blushed, a little embarrassed that Dylan had heard his mother's
tirade.  "She didn't mince words.  That's for sure."

"No, she didn't.  However, I would have proposed to you sooner, or later,
anyway.  You don't have to be embarrassed, Corey.  I love you," Dylan said.

"I want to be married as soon as possible," Corey said.  "I've waited far
too long and I don't want to wait any longer."

Dylan said, "Agreed.  But let's talk about it, tomorrow.  Right now, I want
you in my bed!"

The two lovers made their way to their bedroom and closed the door behind
them.

*** ***

Meanwhile, Bob and Jasper were at Bob's home, sitting at the kitchen table.
Bob looked over at Jasper, and asked, "You heard what my mother had to say
to me?"

Jasper nodded his head.  "Yes, I heard her.  What are you planning to do
about it?"  Jasper's eyes followed Bob, as he stood up and came around the
table.

Bob pulled Jasper to his feet and embraced him.  "Jasper, will you marry
me?"

Jasper looked deep into Bob's eyes.  "Before I answer, I need to know.
Would you have proposed to me without your mother's prompting?"

Bob looked away from Jasper's searching gaze.  Jasper put his hand under
Bob's chin and turned his head until Bob met his eyes.  "Your silence
answers my question."

Bob sighed and said, "Jasper, I love you very much; but I'm scared.
Getting married and returning to live here would not be a good idea."

"I agree with you.  We could move to a gay friendly city.  We don't have to
stay here," Jasper pointed out.

Bob hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Would you be willing to leave your
family and move to another state?"

Jasper replied, "Yes, I would, if it meant we could be together.  I've been
alone my entire life, Bob.  You are my first and only lover.  I'm not about
to let you get away from me!"

Bob grinned, "Okay, but will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will marry you, Bob," Jasper answered.  They kissed for a very long
time.  "I love you."

"I love you, too," Bob replied.

"I think we should celebrate our engagement.  Come with me," Jasper said,
giving Bob a lecherous grin.

*** ***