Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 00:51:05 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Just Desserts (Installment 15)

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coincidental.

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Finally, feeling a great deal of pressure on him and unable to handle all
of the attention on him, Casey blurted out: "Yes, I did open your envelope,
Richard.  I know all about the masquerade ball you are having on Sunday.
But I noticed the invitation is for me alone."

"Well...uhm...yes, for you alone.", Richard replied.

"I still don't understand what is going on here.  Casey, would you like to
explain to me why you did not tell me about this invitation, to begin
with.", Ryan said.

"I cannot do this any longer.  You have been wonderful to me, Ryan, just
wonderful.  I don't think I even deserve you.  But, in any case, you have a
right to know this: I have some feelings for Richard, I cannot explain it;
and things that I feel guilty about occurred between us the night I went
out with him."

"Casey, this is not the place for this.  Let's talk things over together
while in private, while at home, this is just between the two of us."

Richard's eyes once again lit up, his soul very much electrified by this
latest development and his mind, working fast, anticipating greatly what
was to come.

"Well, gentlemen, as much as I am...uhm...touched by this scene of romance
gone astray, I must point out this: Actually, it is between the three of
us.", Richard chimed in, gloating, very much absorbed in his own concerns.

"You see...I do want something gentlemen...I want you Casey to be my escort
for this little soiree, shindig if you will, that I am holding.  Plus I
want you to share my bed right after the party has ended."

"You're mad!  You're as looney as they come.  This is unbelievable.  You
might as well call in the manager, Richard.  If you think you are ever
going to get away with any of this, that Casey would ever agree to such
things as this, well, you have truly lost it.  That's all that I can say.",
Ryan was shouting.

Richard was fuming now, very much ticked by Ryan and his angry words.  His
complexion was red, his brow was immersed in perspiration.  Yet, at the
same time, Richard found himself very, very turned on by a trembling Casey.
So he got up from behind the desk, walked over to Casey and pulled him from
the seat; and, completely oblivious to Ryan's presence, began to
passionately kiss Casey with all of the ardor he could muster, at times
thrusting his tongue deep into the inviting warmth of Casey's mouth.

An outraged Ryan, without even thinking about what he was doing, grabbed
the phone from the edge of the desk and began to dial with great fervor.