Date: Thu, 20 May 2004 22:43:30 +0100
From: Ged McDonagh <ged.mcdonagh@ntlworld.com>
Subject: Discovery 2

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DISCOVERY

Chapter Two

As the pub did not open until seven, usually the family meet up and have
dinner together on a Friday night. Around five thirty

Uncle Rob and I had spent time outside in the car park talking about my new
discovery of him being gay.

Look Andy as I said earlier that I am happy to tell you anything, but
later. Your aunt Betsy, going to kill us both! For being this late as it
is. It has already gone six.

When we entered the pub, we were greeted Your late, you have missed grace
and your dinner cold you'll have to heat it up yourselves. The pub was full
of relatives as usual Uncle Albert and Aunty Margaret, who brought my
Grandparents

All sorts of thing were going on in my mind. Am I that naive? How do they
make love? Who else knows? Have my parent protected me to much? Am I the
only one that did not know? Could I be gay? I have never had a
girlfriend. All these different type of questions unanswered. God I wish my
parents were here.

Dinner was a very quite for me. I noticed a few of them watching me when I
looked up. I just smiled and went back into my own thoughts moving my food
around on the plate. Even my grandparents look worried

Andy! Andy! ANDREW wake up lad. Your mum is on the phone. Aunt Betsy said.
Are you OK your very quiet tonight? Is there something up

No! I said. Just a bad exam, today. I must have looked embarrassed in some
way when she retorted.

If there is, something up and you do not want to talk about it. That is
fine, but if you lie to me again. I will wallop your arse and I do not
care, what your mother would say.

How do you know I am lying?

Betsy! Leave him, alone. Uncle Rob shouted over.

Aunt Betsy still jabbering away in the background I got four children of my
own God only knows how many grandchildren that I know about and he got the
bloody cheek to ask how I know he is lying

In a crowded room, have you ever notice how you only hear a particular
voice. Even whilst talking on the phone that I heard

Betsy, shut up dear. I will tell you later

Surely not, he wouldn't tell his sister what he saw in the shower. Oh, my
God what about the conversation we had. No, he wouldn't.

Our eyes met, he must have saw the fright in them and Uncle Rob nodded and
give a reassuring smile. For the love of God, Betsy SHUT UP! The boy just
got things to work out for himself.

I finished the conversation with my mother. I felt I was almost in tears,
only after two days being away. Nevertheless, showing this type of emotion
around farmers is not good even family because they will take the piss out
of you, even though they are having fun they can sometimes be very cruel
and hurtful. You sit there and take the abuse because if you walk out, the
next time you meet up it is three times as bad and it feels like the whole
family are there just to torment you even more.

I wiped my eyes just to make sure I had no tears, put a smile on my face
and turned around. Too late, Uncle Michael said ah look he is missing his
mummy and daddy. OH god no! Not tonight. I started to put on my coat when
Uncle Michael said

You know if you go what will happen next week.

Thank you I do know but I will be able to take it then, but not tonight. I
cannot help loving my parents the way I do.

Wimp!

I smiled.

Two bangs on the floor and everyone hushed up. My grandparent never said
much but when they did have something to say, everyone listened. My
granddad had a stroke a few years back and lost most of his speech, but my
Grandma new what he wanted to say. My grandmother maybe short at five foot
and very petite, but her stature was immense. She commanded respect and
received it

If we are going down this road, I think it is only fair that I should
start.

Michael, do you remember that Cub Scout trip, you went on when you were
about nine. From what I remember the scoutmaster telling me, that he had to
bring you home because you hadn't stopped crying for 3 days and he was
about to murder you.

What is this Uncle Michael were you missing your Mummy and Daddy? I said

Shush boy, grandma said. I am talking

Ma that's not fair

And Thomas

Ma we get the picture, we will leave the boy alone.

My granddad, in his wheelchair laughing.

My grandmother sat down. Patting his hand. We got them again dear.

I got up to leave, when Aunt Betsy said where do you think you are going,
you have hardly touch that meal.

I am going home first to change. Then I am going for a run.

Not until you have eaten more of that dinner. Your mother may let you get
away with this but I am not. Get eating

I cannot run on a full stomach.

Betsy, Margaret kitchen. Grandma said. As grandma went passed me she reach
up and grabbed my ear.  I heard Uncle Thomas say pass his plate over.

AND You.

She dragged me into the kitchen also. For a 90 year old, she sure still had
a lot of strength.

Sit she commanded. Get him some of that broth Margaret please. And make
sure he eats it. Betsy make him a sandwich. Do him one of those fancy ones
you make of the customers. Put plenty of salad and mayonnaise on. Too late
for cheese put ham on it.

I was sitting there and all I could think about was please no mayonnaise.

Grandma I cannot run on a full stomach.

I told you once tonight to shush while I am talking. You will finish that
soup. That will keep you warm whilst you are running. It is 6:45 now. You
will be back here for 8 O'clock at the latest

8:30 I said

Aunt Margaret clipped the back of my head. You've been told to shush whilst
your grandma is talking. Now eat.

OK 8:15 at the very latest. One minute late and I will get the biggest
search party out this county has ever seen.

The Staffordshire countryside in winter is very dark and dirty place. It
had not yet snowed this year but the air was crisp it had rained since we
went into the pub quite heavily by the looks of it. There aren't any
footpaths around so it can be dangerous.

I put on my Lycra half shorts the type that comes halfway between your knee
and your ankle a long sleeved running vest and then a light yellow
fluorescent jacket, just to make sure I am seen in the dark. I ran the same
route almost every night. Most of the villagers knew I ran at night as I
had farm duties first thing in the morning.  So looked out for me, as they
passed they would flash their lights or wave. The strangers were
horrendous.

They would have their full beam on blinding you. I would have to stop to
adjust to the darkness again and I am sure if there, were a pool of water
they would swerve to hit it. Many a time my mother said I seen cleaner
drowned rats than you.

Well tonight was no different. At least three cars managed to hit the pools
of water lying about as they passed.  I was soaked through anyway. I
decided to cut short the run and head down a road that is only used by the
locals. This road is less than a mile from the pub. But it has a blind dip
in the road and every time it rains heavy, a pool of water gathers at the
bottom, about 20 meters long; across the whole road. It is usually shallow
in the middle of the road. Because of this, the road is not use much. Still
deep in thought about what Uncle Rob said. I carried on running, forgetting
to listen for traffic. I was half way across when I realised that something
was coming behind me. I moved to the side of the road Knee deep in water
when the car passed at speed. I was hit by what seemed to be two tidal
waves of water. I managed to stay on my feet for the first hit but the
second. The motion of the water round my legs and the force of the water of
the second wave, I went face down. And believe me flailing around in
country road water is no fun. I hit my head on something hard.

I almost had to swim to the middle of the road where I could pick myself
up.

A man came running from the car through the water. He grabbed vest and
shirt, knelt down in the water, and put my head on his lap.

Are you hurt anywhere? What's your name mate? Don't panic, we are getting
help?  Try not to move it lessen the pain

He started shouting did you hit him,

I don't know; it could have been the thud of the water.

There is a village up the road, find some help now!

These were more orders than questions

Andrew

Sorry

Andrew Mulligan is my name. Coughing up the grubby water, which I had just
swallowed.

Well Andrew Mulligan you are safe hands. I will take good care of you until
some more help arrives. Can you tell me does it hurt anywhere?

He had soothing, kind voice. A voice that if under normal
circumstances. Would sound as though it would have a smile in the tone.

Only my head. I hit something in the water.

Smithy over hear now. We need to get him out of this water. We are going to
pick him up and move him gently.

Your Ok, just help me up, I don't live that far away.  At the end of this
road, there is a pub.

No, I will take you home; get in the car.

Don't worry if I'm not there by 8:15 my Grandma will send out a search
party

Oh, fuck! The other man said it's twenty past now.

Tough Smudge said. We did this. We will take the punishment

That twat there was driving

Smithy do not be arsehole, this lad cannot be older than fifteen; he is
probably concussed; he is soaked to the skin; it a very cold night by the
time he get down the road he could have the onset of hyperthermia. Do you
have a better suggestion?

Leave the fucker.

Go Just go and take him with you, I will see you back at base.

My eyesight was bleary but I could make out two men getting into a car and
then speeding off.

We started to walk to the pub when Smudge started make small talk.

Then he said I didn't realise runners had to be swimmer as well.  I am
sorry mate, we didn't mean any harm, we were just having some fun before we
went off to Iraq.

Jesus you must be freezing. Stand still for a minute, and you can have my
jacket. It was a leather three quarter length jacket

He put my arm around the back of his neck his arm went around my
waist. >From what I could tell, He was slightly taller than my 6'1" frame
but about the same build as me.

We need to get your blood circulating again. It would be better if we could
walk at a fast pace, but you lead and I will guide.  He was stronger than
he looked, although I could not see that well in the dark. I looked up into
his eyes. He had kind smiling eyes. We talked all the way to pub

As we reach the pub, his mates came back in the car

Come on Smudge you've done your duty get in the car.

Fuck Off, you are cowards the lot of you. Great help you lot will be in
Iraq, You don't fucking run when a man is down. There was a lot of anger in
his voice

Look go, I will say I fell in a pothole and hit my head.

No. You need medical attention. Your heads bleeding.

Look go! There is bravery for stopping and walking me home, it is very
commendable, but bravery can become stupidity. If my family come out, they
will lynch the lot of you. And that will be just the women folk. Honestly
go I will be pampered as it is.

Thanks mate

As he reach the driver door and opened it, He shouted, "In the back, I will
drive back to camp"

Your jacket

Keep it, it is the least I can do.

How will I explain this?

You'll think of something. He then drove off. With the tyres screeching on
the wet road surface

As they went off into the dark, the door to the pub opened.

We were just coming to look for you. My cousin Bobby said. He is my Uncle
Albert and Aunt Margaret third child. He is a sergeant in the police, as he
also did not like farming.

I was leaning on the wall I stood up and turned round to walk into the pub,
but I stumbled. Bobby caught me.

Jesus Andy are you ok. For the love of God what have you done too your
head. Let's get you inside.

He shouted his brothers for help, but almost all the younger members of
family came out of the pub to see what the commotion was all
about. However, he did not need his brothers' help. He whipped me up in his
arms and carried me into the pub

Over the pub are some bedrooms that we stop in at the weekends when there
is a wedding. It is more convenient than going home late at night then
coming back early in the morning

Bobby is a big, very big. He is a copper you do not mess around with. He is
6'4" and built like a brick outhouse. It is all muscle. However, to me he
is a gentle giant.  Bobby would come over twice a week and we would go
running together. A first it was to appease my mother running on along the
country lanes At first I couldn't keep up with him now after 2 years
running together his 36 years of age is telling, nevertheless we entered
the Wolverhampton marathon in September next year.

Bobby carried me straight upstairs to my room. Sat me down on the bed and
got a towel for my head.

What happened?

I stepped in a pothole; fell and hit my head down Holton Lane in the
floodwater where the dip is in the road. That is all that happened.

Who were the people in the car?

They saw me staggering across the road and were just kind enough to help me
get home that is all.

Ok I believe you Bobby said.

This is not your usual jacket it looks expensive, what have I told you
about been seen at night.

Bobby Stop being a policeman, they just help me that is all.

OK! OK! Looks like your head stopped bleeding, you had better get a shower
you're filthy and then get to bed. I`ll ask Patrick to come down the road
to check you over.

I had just finished showering, I'm not sure whether it was the heat of the
water but I had to throw up. The next thing I knew I was lying naked on the
bed. Patrick, shinning a light in my eyes. Bobby asking him to check for
something or another. I didn't quite hear. But Boys don't tend report these
things. Patrick saying to Bobby I can't do that, for something like that,
he would need to go to the hospital to gather the evidence.

You can check.

Yes, I can check Patrick said over gasp of others in the room.

No you won't I shouted but it sounded as a whisper. Nothing like that
happened.

That is a good sign. He is coming around. Shinning the torchlight again in
my eyes; asking me to follow the light.

Patrick get them out of here. There are women in the room.

Sorry mate I did not realise your state. It was a more of an emergency to
check you over. I will get them out.

I heard Uncle Rob before I drifted off again come out leave the boy
alone. The next time I awoke there, were only Uncle Rob and Bobby in the
room talking? I could hear that they were discussing whether to tell my
parents.

No don't do that let them enjoy there holiday, my mother is bad enough; do
not get her fussing about nothing.

I sat up in bed. How did I get here?

What was the last thing you remember?

I'm not sure, a man picking me up out of the pool of water on Hilton Lane
and walking me home.

Can you describe him?

He had a nice voice, smiling eyes.

What? Bobby said

He had blue smiling eyes. When he spoke, he seemed to care. He seemed
happy, but sad. Iraq. He is going to Iraq soon. He gave me his jacket to
keep me warm. Smiling eyes, his eyes. All I can remember is his eyes. Even
when telling the others off.

What else can you tell me about him Booby asked? Who is Corporal David John
Smyth?

David John Smyth. Don't know him, never heard of him. Why?

Well the jacket you were wearing had his wallet in. Also, his pass for the
camp at RAF Stafford.

That wasn't his name; there was a Smithy and someone called Smidge. Smudge!
Smudge was his name. You will have to take the jacket back to him.

We can do that in the morning. I'm not driving at three in the morning to
give someone's his jacket back Won't he get into trouble if he doesn't have
his pass?

More than likely, wait until I get hold of him. He'll be in a dam site lot
more trouble.

I awoke at six in the morning, usual for a Saturday to help bring the cows
in for milking.  I had a massive headache. And the bed was soaking. I
wondered what had happened. Why was Bobby sleeping in the chair, why wasn't
he with his wife and kids at home. Why was I sleeping in the pub and not at
the farm?

I looked under the sheets, My God, I'm naked. What have I been up to!

I got out of bed and put a bathrobe on that was lying under a black leather
jacket and I started to remember a man that caressed my head on his
lap. His eyes and his voice. Not a deep voice but a manly soothing
controlled toned voice. His eyes. He had happy eyes.  I smiled to myself
trying to remember him even more while taking off my bathrobe. I put the
shower on to warm up and went to the toilet. He had a nice looking face; he
had blond hair, much the same as mine, maybe slightly darker.

I turned around and saw myself naked in the mirror. OH! My god I looked
deformed. What happened to me? Talking out aloud. It wasn't until I got in
the shower and the water hit me that I remembered everything else.

I was washing myself down. I did not hear the door open.

Jesus Andy! Are you at it again? Uncle Rob standing there naked taking a
piss, yawning.

Don't you ever knock?

Don't be so modest, when I was growing up. There wasn't such a thing as
privacy.

Bobby came into the bathroom at least fully clothed; move over Rob I'm
dying for a leak. The two of them standing there taking a pee.

How are you feeling this morning Bobby asked?

But before I could answer uncle, Rob said "Very Shy"

HA! HA! I said. Whilst getting out the shower and Uncle Rob went in. I
cannot help it if I'm shy. My parents haven't seen me naked since puberty
at thirteen. I even have my own bathroom at home.

Yes, your mother always thought she was better than the rest of
us. Travelling with your dad everywhere, she wouldn't let him out of her
sight. Hey Bobby, your dad always said she had a great arse when she was
younger.

He still says it. That's only to upset my mother Bobby said.

That is rich coming from you, and do you mind not talking about my mother
like that.  Fuckers. The pair of you.  As I left the bathroom, I slammed
the door to show my annoyance with them and walked straight into
Patrick. Feeling his naked body against mine.

Can't you put some fucking clothes as well?

Not realising that I had not put my bathrobe back on until I reach my
bedroom.

When I got down stairs, Bobby was making the breakfast

Bobby did not ask if I wanted any breakfast. The plate was just put in
front of me and told to eat. I looked at it, a full English breakfast
including all the grease as well. All I could think was that Cheryl;
Bobby's wife did the cooking at home.

I think I will give this a miss, I don't think my stomach could stand all
this goodness in one go. I feel like I've been sick all night. At least he
made a good cup of tea.

As I said that Uncle Rob and Patrick came into the Kitchen

You were at least five times, after the second time your Uncle Rob came out
in sympathy and he had to go and lie down

You two take your time getting ready; what took you so long, we've got the
cows to milk.

They looked in embarrassed to say anything, when I realised what I had
said.

Oh my god, I'm sorry I didn't mean to...

That's enough now Andy, we need to talk about last night

Whilst drinking my tea Bobby started to ask more questions about what had
happened. Some of the questions I was very uncomfortable with and I could
not understand why he was asking them. Was he like my mother being over
protective of me, I saw Bobby as a father like figure? I would tell him
things I could not tell my parents, when we went running together.

Look nothing what you are describing happened. I would tell you, you know I
would but nothing like that has happened to me. They were just some blokes
who help me out

OK. I will take the jacket back to Stafford; you help Uncle Rob milk the
cows. Bobby said

I am coming with you. I want to thank him for his help.

NO this is official police business

You are off duty. I know what this is!  You want to get out of milking


I know, and that makes it all the better.