Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 12:19:23 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: "Salisbury to San Diego" Part One, gay/incest

*Thanks to everyone that wrote to me about "Wildcat". It's not finished
yet, don't worry, I have more crazy plans for the men in the story. But
only a couple chapters worth. While I work on those though let me introduce
you to Anthony. A recent graduate of Salisbury Anthony is on his way to
search out his Dad. Enjoy, and remember, it's only a story. So these guys
will get piggy and you will hopefully get off on it. *

*"Salisbury to San Diego" Part One*


Spring 1977. Salisbury Connecticut. Salisbury School. I'm standing in front
of the school with my luggage waiting for my Step-Father's driver. The
driver and my Step-Father's lawyer are picking me up and bringing me back
to New York. Why you may ask? Well it seems my Mother and my Step-Father
were in a horrific accident. They were tooling around Spain in one of those
little British two seat sports cars. Step-Father took a curve at too high
of a speed and slammed into an on coming delivery truck in a fiery mess.
Now you may ask why I seem so unemotional. Well to explain that I must go
back a little.

My name is Anthony Michael Delaurentis. I am 18 and at the end of my senior
year at Salisbury. Salisbury is a very expensive boarding school in
Connecticut. Very expensive.

I was raised by my Mother, Silvia Delaurentis Thomas for the first 7 years
of my life. That is when my Mother met my Step-Father Robert "Skip" Thomas.
And that is when I started my tour of very expensive boarding schools.

See Robert was more of a Jet Setter. And while he fell head over heals for
my very attractive Mother he did not see the benefit of having a seven year
old tagging along for the wild ride.

Now my Grand-Parents were from old money, very old money, and lived on the
North Shore of Long Island. That is where my Mother was raised. Now where
did I come from you may ask. Well it's a sorted story, not one often
discussed in front of company, but sorted non the less.

It seems that when my Mother was in High School, a public school believe it
or not, she was a Cheerleader. Very pretty and very smart but not smart
enough it seems. She was quite taken with the Quarterback of the football
team. A Joseph Marino. Wrong side of the tracks, poorly educated, blue
collar family, you know the sort. He was 17 and she was 16. They had a very
quick love affair, against my Grand-Parent's approval of course, and she
ended up pregnant with me. Off to a nunnery she was sent never to see Mr.
Marino again. I was to be put up for adoption but once my Grand-Parents
laid eyes on me they decided to talk my Mother into keeping me and raising
me as their own son while she finished school. Unfortunately my Grandfather
died in a plane crash when I was 4 and my Grand-Mother died of cancer when
I was 6. So I was left in the hands of my Mother who had no instincts of
motherhood at all at the age of 22.

At 23, after inheriting everything, she met Robert. Robert was quite
wealthy himself at the ripe old age of 25. Inheriting a sizeable fortune
from his Grand-Parents and would someday inherit even more money from his
own Parents.

Robert and Silvia were two peas in a pod. Ultra rich and spoiled and
neither one of them had the time for a seven year old bastard. So that is
how I ended up in boarding schools and that is how it comes to pass that I
feel very little emotion about the passing of my Mother and her husband.
Both of whom I barely knew.

The car arrived and the driver hurried out to collect my things. As soon as
he had everything stowed in the trunk he opened the rear door for me and I
got in. Mr. Stanton was sitting there, looking as grim as ever, holding out
his hand for a shake. I obliged and asked him how he was getting on. Mr.
Stanton had been my main contact with my family all these years. Except for
two Christmas' and a couple of summer vacations I never saw my "Parents".
But Mr. Stanton had been there through thick and thin with me and now it
seems he will be the only one to see me through this.

"Anthony, you look as fit as ever. Grown into a fine man." Mr. Stanton
barked out. Seeming uncomfortable with the situation. I on the other hand
was fine. Not shook up at all.

"Thank You Mr. Stanton. I am well. I'm a little torn about not being here
for graduation but it seems pretty much unnecessary anyway. No one but you
would be attending anyway. But my grades were quite satisfactory and will
get me into any school I choose so all is not lost." I replied in a matter
of fact tone.

"Well we will cover that all in New York. We should be there in a little
over two hours and then we'll get you settled in the New York apartment and
we'll discuss things there. So sit back and relax and doze off if you wish"
Said Stanton.

"I might just do that Mr. Stanton." And I did.

The next thing I knew I saw the skyline of Manhattan outside my window. Mr.
Stanton was lightly snoring. It was late afternoon.

The driver headed for my parents apartment on the upper east side. I gently
woke Mr. Stanton when we were a few short blocks away. The driver pulled up
to the building and the doorman hurried over. "Mr. Delaurentis, Mr.Stanton
please accept my condolences, what a tragedy, I am very sorry."

"Thank You George" Mr. Stanton said. I nodded my appreciation.

"Will you be staying with us for good Mr. Delaurentis?" George inquired.

"Remains to be seen, George" Mr. Stanton answered for me. With that we
continued into the building. We rode the elevator up to the penthouse and
it opened right to the foyer of the apartment.

Mother had taken to a very modern decorating style and everything was
white. Carpet, furniture, drapes, all white. Chrome accents. Very stark and
uninviting.

We went to the study right away. At least this room was traditional. Still
had mahogany bookcases and a large walnut desk. Mr. Stanton mixed himself a
drink and offered me something but I declined. We then sat across from each
other in leather wing backs by the fire place.

"Anthony, lets get right down to it shall we?" Mr. Stanton, grim as ever.

"Of course"

"Your parents, well, um, your Mother and Step-Father, were both very well
off. Many times over. They did however have an arrangement of sorts.
Financially. A pre-nuptial agreement. You know what that is of course."

"Yes, of course I do. Was it Skip's idea or Silvia's?"

"Actually it was your Mother's idea. See, Mr. Thomas' fortune was from his
Grand Parents and he had not gotten any of his Parents money yet. And,
although he still had plenty of his own money, your Mother had more, quite
a bit more. So she had a contract drawn up at the beginning of the marriage
ensuring that his family would never get any of the money if anything
happened to the both of them. And if she had only died he would not see
anything but a few real estate investments."

"O.K. So there is a lot of money and there is hardly any family. Where do
we go from here?" I inquired.

"Well that brings us to the other stipulation. I'm afraid it's about you.
Now don't let me alarm you, you do inherit the bulk of the estate, in due
time."

"In due time? What does that mean?" I was perplexed.

"Your Mother, well, she has sort of made some goals up for you. In a way it
was a sincere way of ...well. May I read the letter that was placed with
the will several years ago. I think it would explain a lot."

"Of course, please, anything to help me understand her intentions more." I
replied.

"Here it is, It starts:

     Anthony, If you are hearing or reading this it means I am no longer
able to be     there with you. Not that I was ever really there for you and
I know that was my fault. My immaturity and spoiled behavior has given you
a very lonely life. I only hope that you have made many friends to make up
for my lack of involvement. I may not have shown it but there is no one I
have ever loved more that you my son. I know it seems hard to believe but
it is true. My intentions for this letter are true and heartfelt. Before I
allow the majority any funds to be released to you I ask that you seek out
your Father. I have kept track of him through the years and I think you
should have a relationship with him. Because if I am gone there is no one
left and I know you would never have a relationship with Skip. So that is
my wish. That you seek out your Father and you develop some sort of
relationship with him. Mr. Stanton, or if he is not able, an associate will
determine when you have completed this task. You will receive travel and
living expenses but that is all. Please take this journey for me, for you.
With much love, Mom.

As I sat there trying to absorb the letter Mr. Stanton began to give me the
information.

"Anthony, your Father is a Joseph Marino. About 10 years ago he moved to
southern California, San Diego. He owns a small garage where he practices
as a mechanic. Never married, no other children. He is 35. It is up to you
when we get started. Your Mother's instructions to me is that if you would
rather finish school first all expenses pertaining to school will be taken
care of but then you would just have to complete the task after. Would you
like a chance to think about it, some time to go over things?"

"My instinct tells me that she would rather I take care of this sooner than
later. So I should go to San Diego. What is the next step?"

"I figured you would feel that way. I have arranged a bungalow by the beach
in Pacific Beach. I had the estate purchase it so that there would be no
need for a lease or anything. Pacific Beach is where your Father's shop is.
Your Father has not been contacted. In fact, your Father doesn't know that
you were kept by your Mother. As far as he knows you were put up for
adoption the minute you were born. Your Grandparents had meant to raise you
as their own and didn't see a need to inform him. Unfortunately they both
died young and that puts us where we are now. Any questions Anthony?"

"When do I leave?"
To be continued...

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