Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 20:59:42 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 119, GM College, High School

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Chapter One Hundred Nineteen – Summer in Madrid

The next morning, Joey awoke with a start.  He had been dreaming about
Tyler and the girls.  The dream had been so vivid - they were on the beach
enjoying the sun and sand.  He had felt very happy as he held Tyler's hand.
He looked at the clock on the night stand, and saw it was 7 AM.  He put his
hand on Tyler's arm and felt him tighten his hold on him as if Tyler were
afraid of losing him.  He caressed his lover's arm and felt Tyler nuzzle
his hair.  Soon, Tyler was nibbling on his earlobe.  Joey could feel that
Tyler was very much aroused, and Joey felt a thrill of anticipation run
down his spine.  He loved their morning make out sessions!  It was one the
main differences between being married to Kathy, who never wanted sex in
the morning, and being married to Tyler, who ALWAYS wanted sex first thing
in the morning!  Sometimes, he thought maybe he should have married another
woman to look after his girls; but every morning, he was grateful he
married Tyler!  This man always knew exactly what he needed!  Kathy had
never been as attentive to his needs and wants.  It had always been about
her.  Their married life had centered on Kathy's wants and needs, and her
temper tantrums, if her demands weren't met.  To Joey, Tyler was a perfect
husband.  He was thoughtful and kind.  He always made Joey feel like he was
the center of Tyler's universe.  His thoughts were interrupted by Tyler's
insistent kisses, causing a haze of lust to cloud his mind.  All coherent
thought ceased as Joey's body responded to his husband's caresses!

*** ***

Later they heard a light tap on their door.  Tyler reached down and pulled
the sheet up, covering their nakedness.  "Come in!"

The door opened and Sr. Nájera entered with a breakfast tray.  "Buenos
días, mis hijos.  Aquí está su desayuno.  Lo voy a poner aquí
en la mesa."  ("Good morning, my sons.  Here is your breakfast.  I'll set
it here on the table.)

"Thank you, Papá," Tyler said.  Joey and Tyler had started speaking
Spanish exclusively over the last few weeks to help Joey's conversational
skills improve.  It seemed to be working, because Joey's ability to
participate in conversations over dinner, and in other situations, had
increased exponentially.  They had used English during last night's
discussion; before that, it had been nearly two weeks since they had spoken
in English.  Tyler hoped Joey's progress would continue, despite having
their friends staying with them for the summer.

Sr. Nájera left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.  Tyler
sat up and said, "Let's eat."

Joey slipped out of bed and brought the tray back, setting it between them.
As they ate, Tyler asked, "I hope you can keep using Spanish while our
friends are here."

"I don't think you have to worry, Tyler.  Glenn and Rick are already fluent
Spanish speakers, and Greg and Cory took a Spanish class last semester.
They won't be fluent, but they both want to become proficient enough to
navigate the streets of Madrid on their own," Joey said, lightly caressing
his husband's arm.

Tyler smiled and apologized, "I'm sorry if I'm nagging you."

Joey smiled back at his husband.  "You're not nagging me.  I need you to
help keep me motivated when I get frustrated."

Tyler said, "When you speak Spanish, you're starting to sound like a native
Madrileńo.  Even Mamá and Papá have commented on how quickly
you've lost your accent."

Joey positively glowed upon hearing Tyler's praise.  He had been working
very hard at improving his conversational Spanish, and Tyler's comments
made him feel good about his efforts.  Tyler noticed Joey's happy
expression, and took a mental note to praise Joey more often.  He knew it
was a small thing, but it could pay huge dividends in their relationship.
Yes, his father had already told him it was the little things that kept a
marriage going; but he hadn't really paid too much attention to the little
things, until just this moment.  It was no wonder things hadn't been going
as smoothly for them as they could have!

They finished eating and took a quick shower.  Tyler had a 10 AM class and
didn't have much time to make the next train into town.  They helped each
other get dressed, and went downstairs.

Rachel ran up to Tyler and wrapped her little arms around one leg.  She
looked up at him and said, "Dad, I love you."

Tyler dropped his back pack to the floor, and leaned down to scoop Rachel
into his arms.  He kissed her cheek which was sticky with jam.  "I love
you, too, munchkin."

Her laughter rang out clear and tinkling, like a little bell.  "I'm not a
munchkin.  I'm a little girl."

Tyler smiled and replied, "You're a little girl who is a munchkin."

She said, "Dad, you're silly."

Tyler said, "I'm not silly.  Your Daddy is the one who is silly.  He told
me you were a munchkin and I believed him."

She looked over at Joey and asked, "Did you tell Dad I'm a munchkin?"

Joey took their daughter from Tyler's arms and said, "Yes, I did.  You and
Sarah are our little munchkins."

She laughed and said, "Okay, I'll be your little munchkin."  She kissed her
Daddy's cheek.

"We need to wash your face, munchkin.  You're all sticky," Joey said.

"Abuela gave us some jam on our toast," Rachel said.

"It must have been really good, because it's all over your face," Tyler
said.

She nodded her head vigorously.  "It was.  Abuela said it was quince jam."

Tyler said, "It's really more of a paste than jam, but it's still good.
Abuela likes guava paste, too."

Joey said, "I'm glad you liked it Rachel.  I like it with cheese and
crackers."

They walked into the kitchen, where they found Sra. Nájera clearing the
table.  Sarah was in her high chair.  Tyler went over to her and kissed the
top of her head.  "Good morning, Sarah."

She gurgled a sound that was her version of `good morning.'  Sra. Nájera
said, "Good morning, boys.  I'll have the guest rooms ready for your
friends' arrival.  They will be very tired when they get here tomorrow
morning."

Joey said, "Yes, they will be.  Their flight from Thunder Bay leaves this
morning and takes them to Toronto where they have a long layover.  Then,
they fly to London, and from there to Madrid."

"We know all about that long flight," Tyler said.  "We had that same
itinerary when we flew out here a few months ago."

"The girls were pretty good, given the length of time they had to be in
their seats," Joey said.

Tyler said, "I was very proud of Rachel for helping entertain Sarah during
the flight."

Joey said, "Yes, Rachel is a big help, especially where it concerns her
sister."  He put Rachel down.  He walked over to the kitchen sink and
turned on the tap.  He took out a clean wash cloth from the drawer next to
the sink and got it wet, ringing out the excess water.  He took the damp
cloth and walked over to Rachel.  He knelt down and wiped Rachel's face,
cleaning off the sticky quince paste from her cheeks.  "There!  You're all
clean."

Rachel raised her hands and said, "Daddy, my hands are sticky, too."

Joey obediently washed her hands for her.  "Now, your hands are clean,
too."

Rachel pointed to her sister, "Sarah is sticky."

Joey stood up and asked, "Sarah, are you sticky, too?"  She nodded her
head, holding up her hands.  "Okay, let's clean your face, too."  Sarah
patiently submitted to having her face and hands washed.  Joey wiped down
the tray and returned the wash cloth to the sink.

Tyler pulled Joey into his arms and kissed him.  "I'll see you this
afternoon."

Joey said, "I love you.  Have a great day at school."

"I love you, too," Tyler said.  He grabbed his backpack on the way out to
the garage.  He jumped on his scooter and backed it out of their garage.
Normally, Tyler liked riding the scooter, but on days like today, he wished
he had a slightly faster vehicle!  But, then again, he would have to find a
place to park it.  He reached the train station and parked the scooter.  He
barely made the next train and settled into a seat next to the window.  His
thoughts centered on their discussions with the Scarboroughs.  He knew what
they offered was exactly what they needed.  He originally had doubts about
accepting their generosity, but the more he thought about it, the more he
liked it as a solution to their dilemma.

He figured he could get a high paying job after school, then, they could
repay the Scarboroughs.  The most important thing was it got them out of a
lopsided financial relationship with his parents.  That alone would bring a
measure of peace to their marriage!  He never dreamed there would be so
many little things proving to be irritants in a marriage.

He arrived at his stop and disembarked.  After his classes were finished
for the day, he made his way to the dean's office.  Sra. Flaubert invited
him to her office.

"What can I do for you Sr. Damasiewicz?" she asked.

"I would like to ask for your advice," he said.

She said, "Please take a seat."

He sat down across from her and said, "Last night, we had a conversation
with a friend of ours.  He has proposed a business deal."  He went on to
explain all of the particulars.

When he had finished, she said, "I think you would be foolish not to take
advantage of such a generous offer.  There are very few people in the world
who get such an opportunity presented to them."

Tyler said, "I agree with you.  The Scarboroughs are very unusual people.
I've never met anyone who puts as much trust in their family and friends.
They are a very tight-knit group."

Sra. Flaubert nodded her head in understanding.  "It is very unusual these
days; however, it wasn't that long ago such close family ties were the
norm.  You are very fortunate, Mr. Damasiewicz.  I am acquainted with your
adoptive parents, the Nájeras.  I would talk with Alejandro about your
situation.  He has long been a successful businessman, here in Madrid.  He
will be a great asset to you, if you decide to go into business for
yourself."

Tyler stood up and said, "Thank you for your time."

"Good luck," she responded, with a smile.

He left her office and walked to the train station.  When he arrived home,
he was greeted by a very excited Rachel.  She ran to meet him, with her
arms outstretched.  He put down his back pack by the door and knelt down to
give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you, Dad," Rachel said.  "I'm glad you're home."

He stood up with Rachel in his arms.  Before he could move out of the
foyer, Joey enfolded them both in a bear hug.  Joey kissed Tyler and said,
"Welcome home, Babe."

Rachel said, "Daddy missed you, too."

Tyler rubbed noses with his husband and said, "I know he did, Rachel."

Rachel kissed her Daddy's cheek and said, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, munchkin," Joey said, smiling at their daughter.

Joey released his husband and they walked hand in hand into the kitchen.
"I've been talking to Sr. Nájera about Mr. Scarborough's business
proposition."

"What does he think?" Tyler asked.

"His advice is for us to go ahead.  He thinks Mr. Scarborough's plans are
good ones.  He volunteered to help us get started, if we want his
assistance," Joey said.

Tyler said, "Then, we should call Mr. Scarborough and have a discussion
with him and Sr. Nájera about how we would work things out between us.
I talked with Sra. Flaubert about Mr. Scarborough's proposal.  She thought
we should proceed with it."

Joey smiled.  "I think we are being watched over by an army of guardian
angels."

Tyler asked, "Why do you think that?"

"Ever since you agreed to marry me, everything has turned out perfectly.
Even our problems have been solved in amazing ways," Joey said.

"You're right about that.  Since we've decided to take Mr. Scarborough's
offer to buy our homes for us, we need to talk to Mom and Dad about it,"
Tyler said.

"I think they will be relieved, because it frees up their funds.  I know
Dad has been feeling rather locked into things," Joey said.

"I know.  He isn't used to living on such a tight budget.  We have plenty
for our needs, but there isn't much left over," Tyler said.  "The more I
think about it, this whole thing with the Scarborough family is truly a
miracle."

They entered the kitchen, and Tyler set Rachel down on her feet.  She ran
to her chair and climbed up to the table.  Hank and Louise were sitting at
the table with the Nájeras, drinking coffee.

Tyler and Joey sat down at the table.  Tyler said, "Mom and Dad, we have
some good news."

Hank asked, "What news is that?"

Tyler explained the situation with the Scarboroughs and when he finished,
he said, "We think it will be a good thing for you, as it will be for us."

Hank looked across the table at his wife.  Louise smiled and said, "It's an
answer to our prayers."  Louise had always been the religious one in the
family.

"It is that," Hank said.  He looked over at Sr. Nájera.  "What do you
think, Alejandro?"

"I think you should do it," Sr. Nájera replied.

Hank nodded his head in agreement.  "Okay, we'll do it.  When do you want
to call Mr. Scarborough?"

"We can call him right now," Tyler said.

Joey pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number.  When Grandpa
answered, Joey said, "I'm going to put you on speaker, so all of us can
hear you.  I'm here with Tyler, Tyler's parents, and with our adopted
parents, the Nájeras.  We would like you to explain how things would
work."

Grandpa spent the next 30 minutes outlining what he had told Tyler and Joey
the night before, with some additional information he had received after
consulting with his lawyers.  When he was finished, Tyler said, "I think
we're all in agreement, and want to move ahead with what you have
proposed."

Grandpa responded, "Splendid!  I'll have the paperwork drawn up on this
end.  Alejandro, I will have my lawyers contact you to get the information
about how things need to be done there in Spain."

Sr. Nájera said, "I will be glad assist you.  I will also contact our
lawyers here to make sure everything meets Spanish legal requirements."

"Thank you," Grandpa said.

They ended the call and Joey looked around the table and said, "I'm glad
things are working out for all of us."

Louise smiled and said, "It is a huge relief for us.  We made a commitment
to you two to help you get started in life, and we're honoring that
commitment.  However, we didn't realize what a dramatic change it would be
for us.  This new business venture is an answer to my prayers, to find a
way to keep our commitment to you, and to relieve some of the stress we
have all been feeling since we moved to Spain."

Hank said, "Both houses in Málaga will be ready next week.  We plan to
move in as soon as possible.  We don't have much here, since we sold most
of our furniture."

Joey said, "And it will be a perfect time for us to get our beach house
ready.  I don't think the guys will object to helping us out next week."

Tyler said, "I won't be able to go with you, this time."

Joey said, "But you can come down for the weekend, then, we can return to
Madrid with you on the following Monday."

Tyler said, "That sounds like a plan."

Sr. Nájera said, "Hank and Louise, since your financial situation is
going to change dramatically in the near future, you might want to consider
investing in an apartment building here in the city.  In fact, you could
live in one of the apartments when you're in town.  I know of plans to
build a new high rise near here, if you are interested.  I have thought of
investing in it, myself."

Hank looked at Sr. Nájera and said, "That sounds like something to
consider.  What do you think, Louise?"

"We need to be careful, dear.  Remember, we don't want to become as cash
strapped as we have been," Louise said.

Sr. Nájera said, "That is a very good point, Louise.  I think, if we
work it right, we should be able to leverage your assets."

Joey said, "You could talk to Mr. Scarborough about investing in the
venture, as well."

They sat around the table discussing the possibilities that had presented
themselves, as a result of their conversation with Grandpa.  Joey noted
Tyler's doubtful looks and leaned over to him.  He whispered, "What's the
matter?"

Tyler shook his head and mouthed, "Later."

The older generation was very excited and continued to talk animatedly
about their plans.  Joey said, "Please excuse us."

Sr. Nájera smiled and said, "Of course."

Joey took Tyler by the hand and led him upstairs to their room.  They sat
down side by side on their bed.  "Okay, what is on your mind?"

"I'm worried Mom and Dad will end up in the same financial situation they
are seeking to escape," Tyler said.

Joey said, "I was thinking the same thing.  Maybe, we should talk to
Mr. Scarborough about it.  I'm sure he will have some good advice."

Tyler shook his head.  "I don't like throwing all of our problems at the
feet of a stranger.  I really don't know him.  I've never met him, and
we've only talked to him a couple of times on the phone.  As it is, we are
entrusting our entire financial future to him.  It scares me, Joey, to hand
over so much control to someone else.  I know it sounds like I'm being
ungrateful, but I can't help being a little skeptical of a situation that
sounds almost too good to be true.  I've never heard of anyone offering to
buy someone's home for them, and let them live there rent free.  Add to
that, the fact that the Scarboroughs have given us money for college, and
have offered to make us part of their family business.  It all sounds like
a scam to me.  How can anyone have that kind of money?  Who in their right
mind would do such a thing?  Most rich people guard their money very
closely, and don't just give it away.  I'm really having a hard time
reconciling what I've seen of the business world, and what Mr. Scarborough
is proposing to do for us."

Joey, still holding his husband's hand, said, "I think Mr. Scarborough
considers us part of his family, and it is the reason why he is willing to
do things for us, that wouldn't make sense, otherwise."

"Why would he consider us part of his family?  Yes, I know he adopted Greg
as his son, but it still doesn't explain how he would think of us as part
of his family," Tyler said.  "There has to be a catch somewhere.  Think
about it, Joey.  There has to be something in it for him.  People don't
just do things out of the goodness of their hearts, Joey.  My problem is I
can't see what advantage Mr. Scarborough gains by investing in us and our
future.  Where is the benefit to him?"

Joey put his hand up to Tyler's face.  He cupped his cheek and looked
deeply into his eyes.  "I don't understand it either; but I do know one
thing that might explain it.  The fact Greg is still our brother-in-law and
Rachel and Sarah are his nieces may be the reason Mr. Scarborough is
interested in our welfare.  Think about it, Tyler.  Greg is
Mr. Scarborough's adopted son.  Greg loves Rachel and Sarah.  When Greg and
Cory stayed with us, you saw how they catered to the girls' every whim.
Don't you think Greg would want to use his new family's wealth to secure
his family's future?  Rachel and Sarah are all Greg has left of his sister,
Tyler.  Despite how Kathy may have felt about Greg's homosexuality, she was
still his sister.  Now she's gone, Greg feels he needs to be there for
them, since their mother won't be, to help them."

Tyler said, "But I'm here for them.  Doesn't Greg think I'll be up to
meeting their needs?"

"It's not about you, Tyler.  Greg feels a certain responsibility toward his
sister's children.  It wouldn't matter if you were a millionaire and could
give them everything they will ever want.  Greg wants to be part of their
lives, Tyler.  He has been adopted into the Scarborough family, but it's
not the same as your own flesh and blood.  Our daughters are his blood
relatives.  Think about it, Tyler.  If something happened to us, they would
have a claim on him for their support, as their uncle."

Tyler said, "I guess I hadn't really thought of it that way.  I've always
liked Greg, but I've been so focused on us, I hadn't given any thought to
Greg's feelings about our girls."

Joey said, "It's natural for you to focus on us.  We are the most important
part of your world.  I just wanted to help you understand why the
Scarboroughs have an interest in us and our well-being."

Tyler smiled at his husband.  "You're the best.  I knew I made the right
choice when I married you."  He leaned over and kissed Joey.  "What time
does their flight get in tomorrow?"

"They're flying in on British Airways from London arriving at 1:20 PM,"
Joey said.  "We were on that same flight when we flew out from Toronto,
remember?"

Tyler smiled and said, "The only thing I remember of that flight was
sitting next to you, thinking how lucky I was to have found you.  The rest
seems like a blur, now.  However, I do remember feeling overwhelmed at the
thought I had just married my sweetheart, become a father of two little
girls, and moved my family to Madrid."

"I know how you felt, because I was feeling the same way," Joey said,
putting his arm around Tyler's waist, pulling him closer to him.  He gazed
into his eyes and said, "I love you, Tyler Damasiewicz."  He kissed him
deeply.

They were interrupted by the sound of little footsteps coming into their
bedroom.  They heard Rachel's wee voice saying, "Dad and Daddy, I want
hugs, too."

Joey turned to see his daughter standing in front of them.  He reached down
and picked her up, placing her between them.  "Shall we take a nap
together?" he asked.

She nodded her head.  "Yes, but I want Kitty to take a nap with us, too."

Tyler said, "Okay, you go get Kitty and we'll wait for you."  She climbed
down from the bed and went skipping happily out of the room.

Joey and Tyler repositioned themselves on the bed.  When she returned with
Kitty, her stuffed toy, in her arms, Joey lifted her onto the bed, where
she cuddled up close to him.  Tyler rolled over on his side, placing his
arm over the two of them.  He kissed the top of Rachel's head and said,
"May I cuddle with you and Daddy?"

Rachel giggled and said, "Yes, Dad."  She put her hand on his arm and said,
"I like it when you hug me and Daddy."

That is how Louise found them an hour later.  She stood in the doorway to
the boys' bedroom and smiled at the sight of her little princess snuggled
between her two Dads.  She thought to herself, "Who would have of thought
how much joy and happiness could come from such a little one?"

She quietly closed the door and retreated back down the hallway to her
bedroom, where Hank was seated in his favorite armchair with Sarah fast
asleep in his arms.  Hank looked up as she entered the room.  He met her
eyes and said, "I've been giving some thought to Alejandro's suggestion to
buy an apartment close by.  I think we should do it.  I want to remain
close to our grandchildren, Louise.  I understand the boys' need to have
room for their relationship to grow and mature; but, at the same time, I
want to remain a big part of the girls' lives."

Louise sat down in her rocking chair and thought for a moment.  "I agree we
need to be close.  I don't think the boys wanted us to move away from them.
Joey talked to me about how he has always lived close to family.  After he
married Kathy, they lived less than three miles from her parents, and spent
most weekends with them.  After the girls were born, his in-laws were very
much involved in their granddaughters' lives.  Joey told me he didn't mean
to cause a rift between us and them.  He only wanted us to let them be a
couple.  Remember how we got involved with one of their disagreements?"

Hank nodded his head.  "Yes, I remember, and I also remember thinking we
needed to remain neutral, to allow them to work things out.  That was an
error in judgment on our part."

"That was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak," Louise said.
"That caused Joey to shut down, and Tyler came to me to ask what he could
do to repair the damage."

Hank nodded his head.  "Yes, we definitely overstepped our bounds that
time.  I'm sure there are other times we've done it, without even realizing
we were doing it.  As we've come to know Joey better, we have become too
comfortable with offering our advice.  He's been a good sport about it, and
has certainly put up with much more than I would have, if it were me."

Louise laughed.  "You would have told my Dad, in no uncertain terms, what
he could do with his advice, and you know it!"

Hank laughed.  "Yes, you're right.  I was pretty headstrong back then."

"And you still are," Louise said.  "I've learned how to work with you to
blunt some of that stubbornness."

"Joey will need to learn to do the same with Tyler," Hank observed.  "Tyler
inherited a fair amount of my personality traits."

Louise patted his arm and said, "Yes, he did, dear.  That's why I can
relate to what Joey is going through, since I experienced some of the same
things, when we were first married."

Sarah shifted in Hank's arms, and snuggled closer to him.  Hank smiled and
said, "I love this little one so much."

Louise said, "I know.  She knows it, too.  That's why she comes to you when
she's tired.  She knows you'll keep her safe while she sleeps."

Hank asked, "Do you think the boys will let us continue to come over every
day?"

"I think so.  From my conversation with Joey, I think they are counting on
us to be here for the girls when they are both studying and working,"
Louise said.

"Then, we definitely should buy that apartment," Hank said.  "We can't be
of much assistance to them, if we're several hours away."

Louise smiled.  "I agree we should invest in an apartment building."  She
was very pleased Hank had arrived at the same conclusion she had.  She was
confident things were going to work out nicely for all of them.

*** ***

The four guys stood at the luggage carousel, waiting for their luggage.
Greg said, "Joey and Tyler said they would be here shortly."  He put his
cell phone back into the pocket of his cargo shorts.  The four of them had
dressed in khaki cargo shorts and navy blue golf shirts.  They even wore
matching cross trainers with white ankle socks!

My thoughts went back to the hotel lobby, when Greg and Cory joined us.  I
laughed and said, "We couldn't have planned it better had we tried!"

Greg looked at us and grinned.  "You're right about that, Glenn."

Cory smiled and said, "We even bought the same shoes as you guys.  When we
visited with you guys last summer, we liked your shoes and bought ourselves
a pair of them."

Greg said, "We bought the shorts and shirts with you guys last summer, too.
Remember?"

"Yes, I do," I said.  "I think it's really cool we're dressed alike."

Rick laughed and said, "You're so easy to please, Babe."

I punched his shoulder, and he laughed even harder.  "Wait until I tell
them what else pleases you."

I blushed at that point and decided not to press the issue.  Rick pulled me
into his arms and said, "You look so cute when you blush."  He kissed me.

Greg asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, we're ready," Rick replied.

I was brought back to the present by Joey's greeting.  "Hey, guys!  Welcome
to Madrid."  Joey pulled Greg into a bear hug.  "I'm so glad you're here."

Tyler stood back, waiting to be noticed.  He wanted Joey to be the center
of everyone's attention.  I noticed him and walked over to him.  I pulled
him into an embrace and said, "I'm glad you're here.  Thank you for
agreeing to let us visit with you for such an extended period of time."

Tyler hugged me back and said, "It's the least I can do.  I still can't
believe what you guys have offered to do for us."

I held Tyler at arm's length and held his gaze.  "Why do I get the sense
you're not entirely okay with it?"  Tyler looked away from me and didn't
respond.  I put my hand up to his face and cupped his cheek.  When he met
my eyes, I said, "It's okay, Tyler.  We aren't your enemies.  We're your
friends, and we want what is best for you.  If that means we need to back
off a bit, all you have to do is say the word.  You won't offend us,
Tyler."

Tyler asked, "Am I that transparent?"

I smiled and replied, "To me, you are.  You have to remember my boyfriend
is a tough marine, you know, Mr. Macho to the max.  However, I've learned
to read him pretty well, despite his best efforts to hide things from me.
You're no different in that regard, Tyler.  You put on a pretty good show
of hiding your feelings, but you can't hide anything from me.  What's more,
you better not be hiding anything from Joey."  I leaned forward and kissed
him on the lips.  "We love you, Tyler."  Tyler's look of surprise caused me
to laugh.

Rick came up behind me and asked, "Are you okay, Tyler?"

Tyler looked at Rick and answered, "Yes, I'm okay.  A little surprised
Glenn kissed me, but, yes, I'm good."

Rick laughed.  "You haven't been around us enough.  I think you need to
loosen up a bit, Tyler.  However, I do agree Glenn is always full of
surprises!"

Joey joined us and pulled me into his embrace.  "Thanks for coming, Glenn."
He turned to Rick and hugged him, as well.

Greg said, "I've got our luggage."  We turned to see he had, indeed, pulled
our luggage off of the carousel.  "Let's go."

We each grabbed our gear and followed Joey and Tyler out their cars.  Joey
said, "We drove two cars to make sure we had enough room for all of you and
your luggage."

Greg and Cory piled into the car with Joey, while Rick and I rode with
Tyler.  I said, "I hope I didn't offend you, Tyler.  You looked like you
needed someone to kiss you at that moment, and I thought I was the perfect
guy to do it."  I gave him a mischievous grin.

Tyler glanced over at me, and laughed.  "I did need some reassurance at
that moment, since I wasn't sure how to react to you.  But, I wasn't
expecting you to kiss me!"

Rick said, "You'll have to get used to Glenn, Tyler.  He isn't very shy
about expressing his feelings."

"So I found out," Tyler said, wryly.

I said, "We need to help you learn to be a little less serious.  You seem
to have aged 10 years since we last saw you."

Tyler gave me quick glance, before returning his attention to the road
ahead of us.  He said, "I feel like I'm older.  The last couple of months
have been really stressful for me."

"So we've heard," Rick said.  "That is the reason we gave you and Joey
those scholarships.  We want you to relax and enjoy being together while
you're getting your education."

"It has helped me and Rick immensely to know we don't have to worry about
how we're going to pay for our education," I said.

"I'm okay with the scholarships," Tyler said, his voice full of gratitude.
"We're very glad to have them.  It's the offer to buy our homes to relieve
us of the stress of being beholden to my parents."

"Let me guess, you don't want us interfering with you and Joey, because we
feel entitled to that privilege, if we help you with your homes," I said.
Tyler nodded his head, but remained silent.  "Well, you can put that
thought out of your mind, right now.  The last thing Grandpa would ever do
is interfere in our relationships.  The only stipulation he has insisted on
is we do our best at our studies.  If we're going to be spending money on
education, he expects us to do well to justify the expenditure.  To ensure
we concentrate on our studies, he has bought homes for all his
grandchildren, who are attending college.  For those who aren't pursuing a
higher education, he has offered to help them get set up in a vocation, or
in a business, to help them become self-sufficient."

I paused, before continuing.  "You and Joey are part of our family, even if
you don't think you are.  Grandpa adopted Greg as his son.  That makes him
my uncle.  You're married to Joey, who is Greg's brother-in-law, so I guess
that makes you my uncle-in-law.  Man!  That makes you sound really old!"

Tyler snorted, "Not hardly!  I think we're pretty close to the same age."

I guffawed, "We are, but I'm not the one who gets to be called Uncle
Tyler!"

Rick said, "Glenn does have a point, Tyler."

Tyler glared at Rick in the rearview mirror.  "You aren't helping."

Rick laughed.  "You need to learn to be less serious about things.  We
tease Greg all the time about being the elder statesman, because he's our
uncle, even though he's younger than we are."

Tyler sat in silence for a few moments.  He finally said, "You're right.  I
need to see the humor in situations, instead of being so serious about
everything.  Since Joey and I got married, I've tried to be the perfect
husband and father.  I've felt like a huge burden was placed on my
shoulders that day.  I want everything to be perfect for us, yet, I seem to
be messing things up.  First, I lost myself in my studies and ignored
Joey's needs.  Then, I really messed up by siding with my parents against
Joey when we had a disagreement.  Joey barely spoke to me for days.  I
ended up begging my mother to speak to him, because he wasn't communicating
with me.  Things are better now, but there were a few pretty tense days
when I thought I might lose him."

Rick said, "Joey isn't a quitter, so I doubt he would have left you without
trying to work things out."

"Yes, I know he's persistent, but he has never shut me out like he did
three weeks ago.  I've never felt so alone," Tyler said.  "I don't want
that to ever happen again."

Rick said, "Glenn and I went through something similar, just before you
guys got married."

Tyler said, "I remember you said something about it, but I've forgotten
what happened."

"I was so caught up in my school work I didn't pay enough attention to
Glenn.  Meanwhile, Glenn started drifting away from me," Rick said.

"I met a good looking guy in my classes.  I started spending most of my
time with Perry.  Perry nearly had me convinced Rick wasn't the right guy
for me," I said.

"It wasn't until Glenn told me he wanted to give me my freedom to have a
relationship with a woman that I realized I was losing him," Rick said.  "I
had been completely blind to what was happening until that moment."

"Fortunately, Mom talked some sense into me," I said.

"And I overheard his conversation with his mother," Rick said.  "We managed
to work through our issues, but it made me realize just how fragile our
relationship can become, if we don't nurture it."

"We made a commitment to each other to make sure we talk every night.  We
also decided we needed to `date' each other.  We had grown complacent and
started taking each other for granted.  The dating part has helped us to
maintain our interest in each other," I said.

"For my part, I've tried to make sure I cater to Glenn's romantic side.
I'm not very romantic, but Glenn is," Rick said.

Tyler asked, "So how do you cater to someone who is a romantic?  Do you
bring Glenn flowers and chocolates?"

Rick laughed.  "Sometimes, but that's not what I meant.  It's taking the
time to make a special dinner for him, lighting the candles and putting on
special music.  It's spending time with him in the Jacuzzi with lots of
bubble bath.  It's all about making Glenn feel like he's the center of my
universe."

"I like the part where Rick covers me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream,
then, licks me clean," I said.  "Just thinking about it makes me horny."

"Doesn't that make a big sticky mess?" Tyler asked.

"It does, but that's the whole point.  Make sure you put down some towels,
or a sheet you don't mind ruining with the chocolate syrup," I replied.
"It's the shower afterward that puts it on my top ten list."

Rick said, "You should try the mint flavored whipped cream with it, but
don't use a lot.  I got sick from licking too much of it off of Glenn, but
the chocolate syrup was good."

"I can't believe you guys use that stuff.  I've seen it on some web sites,
but I thought only straight people used it," Tyler said.

Rick laughed and said, with sarcasm, "And only straight people use dildos,
cock rings and vibrators!  Come on, Tyler, I can't believe you haven't
considered using some sex toys with your partner!"

"Never," Tyler said, embarrassed.  "I've never even thought about it.  Joey
hasn't expressed an interest in them, so I've not mentioned it.  I've been
afraid to bring up the subject in some ways, because Joey was married to a
woman before he married me.  We are both versatile and like to take turns
pleasuring each other, and, thus far, we haven't needed to bring sex toys
into the equation."

"We're not suggesting you add them to your sex play, but we have found a
few things to be to our taste.  Most of the other stuff, we don't need and
won't even try," I said.

Tyler said, "I wish Joey could hear this discussion."

"He will at some point during our visit, I promise," Rick said.  "Glenn
will probably be the instigator of that conversation."

I laughed and said, "You can count on it.  The guys have asked me to put
together a competition like the one we had when we were at Cancun."

Tyler whistled.  "I've heard about some of your escapades from Greg and
Cory."

"I need to talk to you and Joey about what we can do without upsetting
anyone," I said.

Tyler grinned and said, "I'll make sure Joey knows you need to talk to us
about it."

Our conversation came to an end, as Tyler pulled up to their home.  He
waited for the gates to open and pulled into the driveway.  Joey pulled up
beside us.  We unloaded the cars and hauled our luggage inside.

As we entered the foyer, Joey introduced us to the Nájeras.  "Guys this
is Sr. and Sra. Nájera.  We call them Papá and Mamá.  Papá and
Mamá, this is Greg and Cory Scarborough and Rick Lernier and Glenn
Nielsen"

Sr. Nájera said, "It's nice to meet you.  Greg, we understand you're
Joey's brother-in-law."

"Yes, Joey was married to my sister, Kathy.  She was killed in a car
accident a few months ago," Greg said.

"We're sorry for your loss," Sra. Nájera said.

Greg said, "Thank you for your sympathy.  We were estranged at the time of
her death."

Joey said, "Greg is Glenn's uncle."

Sr. Nájera looked surprised.  "How is that possible?"

"Glenn's Grandpa Scarborough adopted me as his son," Greg said.  "Glenn
likes to tease me about it."

I laughed and said, "He needs someone to keep him humble."

Cory said, "That's true."

Greg said, "Hey!  You're supposed to be on my side."

Cory grinned.  "I am on your side.  That's why I agreed with Glenn."

Sra. Nájera smiled and said, "We have made up your rooms for you.  Tyler
and Joey, will you show your guests where they will be staying?"

"Yes, Mamá," Tyler said, smiling.  "Come this way guys and I'll show you
to your rooms."

We followed him upstairs and he indicated which rooms were ours.  "These
are your rooms.  Our bedroom is across the hall from yours and the girls'
room is next to ours.  The Nájeras and my parents' rooms are at the
other end of the hallway."  He pointed them out to us.

Joey said, "After you've had time to freshen up, please come down to the
kitchen.  Mamá has lunch ready for you."

Rick said, "Good.  I'm starving."

Joey laughed and said, "I thought that might be the case."

Joey and Tyler walked into their bedroom and closed the door.  Tyler sat
down on the bed, pulling Joey down next to him.  "Glenn is sure a trip," he
said.

Joey nodded his head.  "Yes, he is, but he's alright."

Tyler said, "Did you know that Rick pours chocolate syrup all over Glenn
and licks it off of him?"

Joey's eyes opened wide and he said, surprised, "No, I didn't."

"He sometimes adds whipped cream," Tyler said.  "It sounded really kinky to
me."

Joey laughed.  "I think it sounds fun."

Tyler looked at his husband and asked, incredulously, "Are you telling me
you want us to try it, sometime?"

Joey leaned over and kissed his disbelieving husband.  "Yes, I think it
would be something we could try once, and, if we liked it, we could do it
more often."  He looked quizzically at Tyler.  "What were you guys talking
about that brought up chocolate syrup and whipped cream?"

Tyler looked away, embarrassed.  "I have to confess I was talking to them
about how to improve our relationship, and I asked what they do to keep
things interesting."

Joey put his hand up to his husband's chin, and gently turned his head.
Meeting his gaze, he said, "Tyler, it's okay to talk to Rick and Glenn
about us, as long as you let me know what you've said.  I trust Rick and
Glenn to be discreet, and I know they won't step into our relationship.  I
feel the same way about Greg and Cory.  I trust them, also.  I think we
need to have an open dialogue with them about our sexuality and our
relationship.  I've talked to Greg and Cory about things, but I've always
told you I was doing it.  I don't want us to have any secrets between us."

Tyler smiled and said, "I'm glad you're not mad at me for talking to Rick
and Glenn about us."

Joey laughed.  "Those two could probably teach us a thing or two about gay
sex."

Tyler nodded his head in agreement.  "I'm sure we'll have quite a few more
ideas about how to pleasure each other by the time the guys leave us at the
end of the summer."

Joey's expression grew serious.  "Thank you for agreeing to their visit,
Tyler.  I know it's going to be a big imposition on our time together."

Tyler said, "You're welcome, Babe, but I'm just as excited they're here as
you are."

Joey rubbed noses with him.  "You're the best!"

They left their room and went downstairs to the kitchen.  They found the
guys were already seated around the kitchen table, and saw Sra. Nájera
had laid out a very generous lunch.

She said, "It's about time you two joined us.  Please sit down, mis hijos."

They did as they were told.  Tyler asked, "Dad, will you say grace for us?"

Hank said, "Sure, son."

After grace was said, it didn't take long for the food to disappear.  I
asked, "Sra. Nájera, will you teach me to make paella?"

"Certainly, but you'll have to learn to speak Spanish like a true
Spaniard," Sra. Nájera said, smiling.

"That sounds great!  I'll have to listen to how you pronounce things, so I
can perfect the accent," I said.

Sra. Nájera said, "I'll be happy to help you.  Your accent in Spanish
tells me you learned to speak Spanish from someone in México."

Rick smiled and said, "That is very true.  We've been to México a couple
of times."

Greg said, "We haven't been to México.  This is our first time we have
visited a non-English speaking country."

Sra. Nájera said, "That's good, since we won't have to break you of any
bad habits."

Cory looked across the table at us and said, "I'm happy to know we will be
easier to teach."

I protested, "She didn't say you'd be easier to teach.  She only said you
wouldn't have any bad habits to correct."

Sra. Nájera laughed.  "Now, boys, I won't permit any bickering to go on
between you.  You are all mis hijos, and, as such, you must learn to get
along."

Cory said, "Yes, Mamá."

Rachel said, "Uncle Cory is right.  You must listen to my Abuela.  She will
teach you to speak properly."  She nodded her head, wisely.  "She teaches
me every day.  I learn the alphabet and the numbers."  She held up her
hands, and counted, "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho,
nueve y diez."  She giggled and said, "See, I know how to count from one to
ten in Spanish."

Sra. Nájera said, "Muy bien, Rachel" ("Very good, Rachel")

I asked, "May we go swimming in the pool?"

Tyler said, "Certainly."

I looked at the adults and asked, "Will it bother anyone, if we wear our
bikini swimsuits?  If so we brought our board shorts to cover them up."

Louise said, "You're welcome to wear them.  I, for one, enjoy watching
handsome men, as long as you don't mind me looking you over."  Seeing
Hank's expression, she patted his arm, "It's okay, dear.  You may wear your
bikini swimsuit, too, if you want."

Hank smiled and said, "I'll join you guys for a swim, then."

I looked across the table at the Nájeras.  "Will it bother you?"

Sr. Nájera said, "No, it won't bother me."

Sra. Nájera smiled and said, "I agree with Louise.  I enjoy looking at
good looking men!"

"That's cool!" Greg exclaimed, enthusiastically.  "I've been looking
forward to working on my tan.  Now, I can do it without worrying about
offending anyone."

We helped clear the table and washed the dishes.  Sra. Nájera said, "Go
get into your swimsuits.  You didn't come here to cook and clean.  Joey and
Tyler, take your guests out to the pool."

Tyler said, "Yes, Mamá.  Come on, guys."

We quickly changed into our Speedos and followed Tyler and Joey out to the
pool deck.  Tyler gave us the once over and whistled.  "Wow!  You guys look
great!"

Rick said, "So do you two.  It looks like you guys have been working out in
the gym."

"Obviously not as much as you guys," Joey said.

I patted Rick's rock hard six-pack.  "Rick is the one who puts us all to
shame."

Rick grinned.  "It's because I'm such a fine male specimen."

I laughed and said, "Yes, that's true if you like ogres!"

Rick growled, "You'll pay for that."  He grabbed me and dumped me into the
pool.

I surfaced and called out, "Rick, jump in!  The water feels great!"

Soon, we were all in the pool, playing around and enjoying the hot sun.
After a while, we climbed out onto the pool deck.  I turned to Rick and
said, "We forgot to put sunscreen on."

Rick said, "I know.  I'll run up and get it."

While he was gone, Joey asked, "How are things between you and Rick?"

"They are going good, now.  Just before your wedding, things weren't good
between us.  I was messing around with another guy, and told Rick I wanted
him to be free to find a girl to fuck, if that is what he wanted."

Joey looked at me, surprised.  "What did he say?"

"He told me he loved me, and I was the only one for him," I replied.  "It
made me feel pretty bad about doubting him."

"But you're okay, now?" Joey asked.

"Yes, we're good.  We both are working hard to keep our relationship
running smoothly.  Rick had lost himself in his studies, and I let a good
looking guy turn my head.  I won't let that happen again."

Rick returned and I sat up on my lounge chair to let him spray it on my
back.  He sprayed my legs and arms.  Last, he sprayed some on his hands and
covered my face with sunscreen.  I took the bottle from him, and did the
same for him.  I passed the bottle on to the rest of the guys.  We relaxed
in the sun, turning over every once in a while to keep from burning.  I
looked over at Rick and smiled.  "This is the life."

Rick returned my smile and said, "Yes, it is, Babe."

It had been nearly an hour since we started sunbathing, when Tyler said,
"It's time to go inside, guys.  Otherwise, we'll burn to a crisp."

I stood up and said, "Tyler, before we go inside, we need your mother and
Sra. Nájera to come outside to be our swimsuit judges."

Tyler gave me a weird look.  "You're kidding, right?"

I replied, "No, I'm totally serious.  Who could be better judges of male
beauty than two women?"

Joey laughed and said, "It's okay, Tyler.  I'll go ask them."  He got up
and went inside.  He soon returned with the two women, both of them were
smiling and talking excitedly.

I said, "Okay, Seńoras, please take a seat and let me explain the rules.
The guys will walk from one end of the pool to the other.  They will stop
in front of you and pose, and then continue to the other side of the pool
to await your decision.  The winner will be the guy you decide looks best
in his swimsuit."  I looked at the guys and asked, "Are there any
questions?"

They all shook their heads.  We lined up at one of the pool, and Joey went
first.  He struck a muscleman pose, before proceeding to the other side of
the pool.  I went next, followed by Rick, Greg, Tyler and Cory.  When Cory
finished his walk, we reconvened in front of the judges.  Louise and
Sra. Nájera were still trying to decide who had won the swimsuit
competition.  After a few more moments of consultation, they turned to us,
smiling.

Sra. Nájera said, "We think the best looking guy in a swimsuit is Rick."

Louise nodded her head in agreement.  "Rick was definitely the winner."

We applauded their decision, and congratulated Rick.  Rick was grinning
from ear to ear.  "I still have what it takes to turn women's heads."

"I never said you didn't, Babe," I said.  "Just don't forget you're all
mine."

Rick's grin widened, as he responded, "I just have to keep reminding you
what a good catch you made!"

I put my arms around his waist and kissed him deeply.  The guys wolf
whistled.  We came up for air, and I said, "I love you, Mr. Lernier."

Rick's eyes danced with merriment and he wore a big grin.  "Everyone here
knows you love me, and I love you."  He squeezed my buttocks and released
me, catching hold of my hand to lead me inside.

Sra. Nájera smiled and said, "Louise, I think I'm going to enjoy the
boys' visit."

Louise leaned over and whispered conspiratorially to her, "I think I am,
too."

*** ***

The next two weeks were spent touring Madrid.  Joey went with us, and Tyler
joined us for lunch, as often as he could.  Our Spanish improved under
Sra. Nájera's tutelage.  We invented new competitions for the guys, and
tried them out on each other.  For some of them, we enlisted Sra. Nájera
and Louise to be our judges, both of whom had a great time!

*** ***