Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2004 14:33:37 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-20
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THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David and Allen for editing the
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor has 38 chapters and the story is finished.
I will put a chapter on each week if all is well. P.D.
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Chapter Twenty
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After Matt phoned Hardy, explaining he had been helping Neil
with Lee, he and Neil settled with some coffee on the couch. They enjoyed
each other, talking and comparing notes on students.
"Neil, I assume you have become well acquainted with Lee,
what, over a couple of months? Right?"
"Yeah, you won't remember, but Lee was the student who gave
me a tour of the campus and music department on my first day at Windsor.
We got to talking and just sort of clicked, wanting to know each other
better.
Matt turned toward Neil, "Do you have any idea who might have
hurt Lee?"
"Yes, but Lee wouldn't tell me when I asked him. Let me tell
you about this guy."
Neil related what Lee had told him about Butch in high
school, actually Windsor High School, and how he took off with a biker,
suddenly, with no warning.
"I would bet a lot of money, if I had it, that Butch beat him
up, then rammed that stick up his ass. I warned him about Butch, I felt he
was a basket case, especially when he took off. I'm sure that Lee welcomed
him back like a lost child, expecting a lot of gratitude. And all he got
was a lot of grief." Neil wiped his face, "If we are going to find out who
it was, we'll need to learn Butch's name. Lee would never tell me."
Matt was thinking, "We have no idea where Butch has been the
last three years. Let's check with the high school first. Try to find the
annual for three years ago. Hopefully Butch had his nickname put under his
name."
"Good idea. Let me do that, Matt, I have more free time than
you have."
"Okay." Matt was looking around his old house. "Neil, I am
so pleased we bought that farm house. It makes living so much easier, even
though there are nine people living there." He patted Neil on the
shoulder, "You know, buddy, I was satisfied with this place, as I suppose
you are now, not dreaming of anything else."
Neil answered, "I do like it, Matt, it's fine, no more than I
need. Just right." He paused, "In fact I'd like to lease it when your
lease runs out. Okay?"
"Sure, Neil, anything to help." He looked at his watch,
"Geez, it's almost 5 am and I am very tired. How about letting me sleep
here on the couch? Wake me when we're called, or at least by 7 am. Okay."
"That's fine, Matt. I'll go up to my bedroom and answer the
phone there. See ya."
* * * * *
Matt Ridgway was asleep on the sofa in his old duplex. He
and Neil, sleeping upstairs, were still waiting for news from the hospital
about Lee Washington on this early Sunday morning in late April.
Matt was alert enough to hear the two creaky treads on the
stairs by which he knew that Neil was coming down very quietly. Keeping
his eyes almost closed, Matt saw when Neil looked into the living room,
dressed only in his boxers and white socks. Neil was smiling as he viewed
Matt's body, no cover on, wearing just boxers, too, but his long hard cock
was coming out of the fly.
Neil did stand there for a while, gazing at his boss's huge
hot rod, the longest Neil had seen, he thought. Thick, too. 'Oh man,
Hardy sure is a lucky guy', he thought, 'maybe I'll be lucky enough some
day to find me a cock like that, especially on as good looking a man as
Matt.'
Matt had put his cell phone beside his pillow and suddenly
heard its chirping. He sat up fast and retrieved it. He looked up to see
Neil still in the doorway.
"Come on in, Neil." He patted the sofa pillow next to him.
Neil did walk over and sit by Matt, all the while staring at
Matt's red hot poker sticking straight up from his groin. His mouth was
actually salivating, so much that he was constantly swallowing.
"Hello," Matt answered.
"Hi, Matt, this is Dr. Burke."
"Yes, Doctor, what's the news, he's okay?"
"Lee is out of surgery in the ICU for a while. We found a
tiny break in his colon which was leaking fecal material into his
intestinal cavity. So we had to operate. The incision is very small,
Matt, but the main problem will be possible infection. We tried to drain
as much infectious matter as we could find. We are feeding him tons of
antibiotics in the hope of controlling any infection quickly. He's going to
be very uncomfortable for a while although he is on pain-killers."
"What about visitors? I know Neil Jordan will want to see
him as soon as possible."
"I'm going off duty soon, but I will try to set something up.
Visiting will be limited for some time, but I'll arrange it for him. I
guess he couldn't be his brother, could he?"
"Probably not, but Lee's mother is white, so he could be his
half-brother or cousin."
"I'll work something out, just have him give his name and
that should do it." He took a breath, "Lee is going to be fine, Matt, tell
Neil that, and he should be out of the hospital within 3 or 4 days, mostly
because we are being cautious about the infection."
"Thanks so much, Doctor, I'll try not to bring you any more
casualties soon. Thanks."
Matt put his arm around Neil, pulling him close. "Lee is
going to be fine. He get out of the hospital within 3 or 4 days, probably.
He did have an internal injury so they had to operate, no question of
waiting." Matt looked down at himself, seeing his hard cock still rising
out of his boxers. "Geez, Neil, I'm sorry." He started to push it back
where it belonged.
Neil grinned, "That's okay, Matt, don't put it away on my
account." He giggled, "I've never seen one that big."
"My brother has one exactly like it," Matt said proudly.
Neil grinned back.
Neil slid an arm around Matt's back, holding on tight. "I'm
sorry, Matt, but I'm still worried about Lee and what he'll do when he's
out of the hospital. I'm afraid he'll go back looking for Butch again, and
Butch will probably kill Lee the next time."
Matt leaned back on the sofa, pulling Neil with him. "Then,
Neil, we will have to find this 'Butch' and deal with him. He's got to pay
for that assault on Lee, I don't care what Lee says."
"Yes, but what can we do?"
"You and I can do a lot, but I'll first try to get his name
if I can. Look, I'd better get home to let everyone know where I've been.
Thanks for your hospitality, Neil," he gave the younger man a good squeeze,
"and if you need time off to take care of Lee, just let me know, okay?"
"Sure, Matt, you've been great. I'll give you a call after I
see him. Hope I can keep a happy face on, I sometimes have a tendency to
shed tears much too easily.'
"If you did, I think it would be very normal, Neil. Give him
my best wishes."
Neil looked at Matt's face, grinning like an idiot, "Could I
...? Could I touch it?"
Matt rolled his eyes up in his head, "Oh, I suppose," he
sighed, "but just a touch." Then he smirked, just a little.
"Oh, man, oh what a hunk of meat. And so hot." He pulled
his hand away, "Thanks," and got up. He giggled, holding his right wrist
with his left hand, waving his hand up in the air, "I'll never wash this
hand, ever." He sounded serious, it seemed to Matt.
* * * * *
The lights in the ICU where Lee lay were on low, but Lee's
dark head shone on the pure white sheets. To Neil, Lee looked so small and
so in need of protection and love. Neil moved quietly toward the bed,
noting all the monitors above Lee, screens flashing numbers and graphics,
tubes and wires. Actually Neil knew what most of the signs meant because
he worked in a hospital while in high school for his community credits. He
soon located the tube which he knew should lead to Lee's cock and bladder.
At the bedside Neil leaned over Lee's head and whispered,
"Lee." No response, so he tried louder. That time Lee's eyes flickered,
and finally opened. It seemed to take a few seconds for Lee's eyes to
focus, but soon a tentative smile came to Lee's lips.
"Hi, Neil," Lee spoke hoarsely, weakly.
"Hi, buddy, how are you feeling?"
Lee lifted one hand in the air, the one without the
intravenous needle and wires. Neil grabbed Lee's hand with his own,
squeezed his thumb lightly and got a return clasp.
"Pretty well, Neil." He paused to swallow, "I want to thank
you for getting me to the hospital. I must have been some sight." He
smiled again, "And, I guess I still am."
"You are pretty well covered up, man, so I can't see all I
saw last night."
Neil again learned that Lee could blush and it would show.
"You might do that again when I'm all better, Neil. I wouldn't mind." He
bashfully bent the corners of his mouth up.
"Let's take things a step at a time, Lee. I was told you will
be out of here into a regular room soon, so I'll bring you flowers, candy
and fruit, but I'll only bring the kinds I like." He grinned.
Lee also smiled, but quickly a frown came to his face. "Oh,
geez, Neil, I gotta pee bad."
"What do you think you've been doing with it so far, Lee?"
Neil bent way over Lee's head and gave him a kiss on the
forehead, "Lee, you can just let go, they have a catheter up your penis and
it will go into a bag that's hanging beside your bed." He kissed again,
"Didn't they tell you that?"
"Sir, I just came in to see if Mr. Washington was awake and I
planned to tell him all about that stuff .... and more." The round,
smiling face of a black nurse was directed at Lee and her hand rested on
Neil's back in a friendly way. That time Neil blushed, caught kissing his
friend.
"Well, I told him there was a catheter in his penis so he
wouldn't go on the bed." He snickered, looking at the nurse, "I sure hope
that was correct. Or you have a bed to change."
"Hah! I'll make you change it, buddy, he's your friend, and
you told him to."
"Oh, no," Neil cringed, faked being afraid, "I've never
......!"
The nurse started laughing loudly since Lee was the only
patient in ICU. She pounded Neil on the back rather strongly, "That's a
good one." She looked at them suspiciously, nodding at Lee, "He's in good
shape, gettin' along okay, I suppose you could get in bed with him if you
wanted." She laughed more as she slid out of the room, watching Neil stand
by Lee's bed, his face bright red with embarrassment. She had thought they
were a couple, partners. 'Well,' Neil thought, 'I could do a lot worse, a
whole lot worse.'
"Won't you tell me, Lee, wasn't it Butch? Please, he could
have easily killed you. If that broom handle had gone up much further, it
would have."
A dark cloud passed over Lee's face, furrowing his brow and
turning his handsome face into something looking grim and foreboding. But
Lee said nothing.
"Okay, Lee, but you must tell sometime. Sergeant Reardon of
the police will probably be in to see you this afternoon. They know you
didn't fall down stairs and land right on a broom handle." He softened his
expression.
"I'll come back this afternoon to see you, Lee, after I teach
my students to squeak on every reed instrument known to mankind. Take
care, Lee." He leaned over to plant another kiss.
"Ahem," came from the doorway, where a doctor stood, who
looked fierce, then smiled, "I hope you bring good cheer to my
patient. From the looks of him, I'd say you did."
Lee was smiling at Neil's second red face in a couple
minutes.
"I hope so, doctor, sorry if I'm in your way."
"No bother, come back later, you are obviously good medicine
for this man."
* * * * *
A thought had come to Matt while he'd been going to sleep the
previous night. He wondered if it was too early to call Mike or Brian.
Since the time was 6:26 in the morning, he assumed they wouldn't be awake.
Well, he'd call from the school.
Matt rolled over toward Hardy, merging their bodies, blending
their spirits. He wrapped his arms around his lover and pushed against
him, feeling his hard cock slide between his cheeks, enjoying the
sensations of touch and impression of warmth and dampness on his shaft and
head.
Hardy finally moaned softly, "Matty, I was just having a
wonderful dream. You and I were in our Jacuzzi and your cock was up my
butt and it felt so good." Hardy held Matt's arms with his hands, rubbing
the dark hair on his forearms, awash in his affections for his mate.
Matt nuzzled his nose into Hardy's neck, placing light kisses
all around. "Hardy, we could make that cum true right now if you want.
What do you say?"
Hardy nodded, so Matt picked him up with a little difficulty
and carried his dearest friend to the bathroom where he slid him slowly
into the warm water. The two had decided to keep the Jacuzzi warm, they
could afford the electric bill and then it would be available any time.
Matt glided in beside Hardy's strong, defined naked flesh,
his aroused, rock hard cock preceding him, accidentally finding its way to
his butt.
"Are you ready, Hardy? Can I cum in?"
Hardy turned his back to Matt, kneeling on the seat and
leaning over the edge, his butt hanging in the water.
"Go to it, big man, I need you in me. I need you to fill my
butt with your hot rod and soon with your life force. Do it!"
Placing his cock head against Hardy's anus, Matt gave notice
that he was there and Hardy somehow opened his chute to his partner.
Matt's cock slid in, aided by his precum, until the head was beyond the
sphincter. Hardy didn't wince or cringe any more when Matt's cock entered
his hole, not like he did at first. He'd become accustomed to the size,
though he'd been hitting bottom more often recently. Matt leaned his chest
on Hardy's back, his nipples instantly sensitized by the erotic feeling of
his muscles and he reached into his lover's crotch with both hands grabbing
Hardy's throbbing poker, moving forward and backward on the shaft.
By that time Matt's whole lance was ensconced inside Hardy's
rectum, hot and moist. Hardy was moaning softly, "Fuck me, Matty, give it
to me good, all the way in .... oh ... that's so hot." Hardy was waving
his ass side to side, forcing Matt's cock to hit different parts of his
rectum, including his prostate at times. He knew it was near, when those
driving sensations started building in his groin to spread up his spine to
his neck.
"Matty, I'm cuming .. love .. cum with me, please. It's
cuming ... now ... NOW!" he yelled. The gyrations of Hardy's asshole and
sphincter told Matt he was cuming so Matt gave one last huge plunge into
Hardy's body and his cum swashed violently in Hardy's innards, from one
side to the other. His whole body spasmed with Hardy's, clutched together
in their throes of passion.
Soon the two hunks relaxed in the water, Hardy's cum floating
lightly, spreading quickly throughout the tub. Matt watched the sperm
strings, "Well, we don't have any women using this, no problem." He
laughed. Sitting side by side, the men caressed each other, feeling their
muscles loosen up and slacken. Suddenly, Matt turned to lie on top of
Hardy, picked up his loins to bring his cock above the water where he could
suck it without drowning. And he did. He worked his magical efforts at
cock-sucking with Hardy and within three minutes had pulled another load
from his lover's balls. He was glad his lover was younger, practically a
teenager, full of piss and jizz.
Hardy practically collapsed. He moaned, "What's come over you
this morning? I wanted to sleep. And here I've been mauled, toted,
manhandled, stuck in the ass with that huge rampant spear of yours." He
giggled, "Not that I'm complaining, mind, just wondering."
Suddenly they heard sounds of childhood laughter coming
closer, and they had no chance to get out before Jacob and Joshua jumped
into the Jacuzzi with them, splashing water all over the room which
fortunately had been completely tiled around the Jacuzzi. The boys were
not allowed in the Jacuzzi unless an adult was with them, meaning they
could go in with Todd and Roger. Since Steve and Gary were still in
Columbus, the boys didn't have anyone else to pester. Well, except for
Anne, but Anne didn't have a Jacuzzi, so they left her alone for the
time. They had been told never to bother Todd and Roger early in the
morning. They needed their privacy.
Matt and Hardy could do nothing but grab a kid and hug them
Since their pyjamas were completely soaked, the little boys took them off.
Now the two older men were comparatively decent, no clothes
but no erections either and because of their activities, most likely would
not reach that noble state for a good while, especially Hardy. So, they
helped the boys splash in the water, trying to swim. Matt was thinking
that they's better get an outside pool built before too long, get on the
waiting list of a local pool company.
With water getting on the bedroom carpet along the route,
Matt and Hardy each carried a naked boy to their room, dried them and after
they were dressed, sent them to the kitchen, hoping that Anne was up and
would keep them from making a horrible mess.
The devoted men also dried, dressed and ate quickly. They
had wasted a lot of time in the Jacuzzi, but certainly didn't care, they
loved every minute. Driving to the college, Hardy kept one hand on Matt's
nearest leg, even sliding over a bit until he could cup Matt's crotch.
Fortunately both had books and briefcases they could carry in front of
their groins to hide the evidence.
* * * * *
About nine that morning Matt called River City to talk to
Brian or Mike. Brian finally answered the phone.
"H'lo"
"Oh, Brian, I'm so sorry," said with phony sympathy, "that I
woke you."
"Matt! I wasn't asleep, I was in the shower and am now
dripping all over the carpet."
Matt wished he could have seen Brian at that moment, he was
such a hunk.
"Sorry," but he didn't sound as if he were, "I need to have a
question answered, please."
"Go ahead Matt."
"As I was going to sleep last night, I wondered about how
large the audience would be for Saturday night."
Now Brian was worried, Matt didn't know. "Matt, there won't
be an audience as such, just the officials who will be visiting here."
"Oh, Lord, I was afraid of that. Brian, the Dukes can't play
well in that situation. Their performances have depended so much on
playing for their audience, reacting to the responses they get. I'm afraid
the performance will be very dull and not sparkling at all."
"Oh geez, I guess we never thought of that. I don't know
what we can do about that now."
"Brian, I'm sorry, but I'm really serious about this. A room
with a dozen or so older men with no real reason to be affected by us would
be practically a death trap."
"I guess I could call Mike, but his committee is so busy, I
don't know when I could get an answer from him."
Matt was quiet. "Well, we're going to fall on our faces, I'm
afraid." He mused, "Hey, Brian, how about a fast campaign at the branch of
U. of O. in the next four days. Have some posters printed quick and put
around; hey, wouldn't Ben and Joey help with that? Maybe some radio-TV
announcements would be good. Hire some kids to put posters all over. What
about Nils and Adam, maybe they'd have some ideas?"
Brian had brightened, "Matt, those are good ideas, the more I
think about it, I'm sure we can pull it off. Yes, we'll do it, don't
worry, Matt. I'll take care of it."
"Oh, thanks, Brian, I'd kiss you if you were only closer."
He laughed, "Well, maybe not. Hardy's always pretty close. Well, we'll
see you Friday. Take care, bye."
Brian laughed at Matt's wariness of Hardy. "Bye, Matt."
* * * * *
Another problem on Matt's mind was how to find Butch, what
ever his name was. Maybe he could locate a high school annual from 1999,
hoping that they put nicknames with each person's picture. Most did, he
thought.
After talking to Dean McAllister, Matt had a contact person
at the high school. Hamish had talked to his wife who was a high school
counselor, explained some of the situation and told Matt to visit her in
about a half hour. Since Matt had the time free, he drove over to see her.
"Mrs. McAllister, I am Matt Ridgway at the college. Your
husband said you might be able to help me with a problem." She was a
lovely woman, about 50 something, and very friendly toward Matt.
He sat down where she indicated and asked how long she'd been
at the school.
"Matt, it seems like forever, but actually about ten years.
How can I help?"
"Well, first, do you remember a student named Lee
Washington?"
"Lee Washington," she repeated the name, "I'm not sure,
Matt. What year would he have graduated."
Matt thought, "I think about 1999, give or take a year. He is
a senior at the college now."
"Hang on, let me get a couple annuals for that time." She
walked to a bookshelf filled with annuals from many years back. She
brought one to her desk and opened it.
"I have him graduating in 1999, and I'm looking at his
picture, but I don't remember him, Matt. This is a large high school and
the ones I get to know are the problem students, mostly. Or else, I'll know
the most outstanding ones. He must have been somewhere in between."
Matt stood up, moved around the desk to see the
picture. "Yup, that's him, looking a lot younger there." He sat back
down. "Now is there a graduate in that book with a nickname of 'Butch'?"
She laughed a little, "Well, there are about 600 graduates in
this book. We may need some help to find that, but it might be easier to
do that by computer." She sat in front of her computer, started the
school's database program. "Do you know anything besides the name 'Butch'
and 1999."
Matt shook his head, "And I'm not positive about the 1999,
though it should be correct."
Half and hour later, she gave up. "I can't find anything,
Matt."
"Julia," they had become informal, "I have an idea. Can you
look for any last name which would begin with Butch, such as, Butchko, or
Butchart or Butchock, or Butcher?"
"Thanks, Matt, I never thought of that. Let's see here ...."
Five minutes later, "Ah Hah," Julia exploded, looking at Matt
with a grin on her face. "I have here one 'Jerry Butcher'. Do you think he
might be the one?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Remembering
something that Neil had told him, he said, "I do know that his step father
was named Goddard." He looked in the annual again, under Jerry Butcher, but
could tell nothing by the picture. He was good looking, husky but with an
arrogant, cavalier attitude in his eyes and mouth. 'I'm surprised he didn't
kill Lee at his first approach.' He asked, "Would you make me a copy of
his picture?"
Matt stood up, thanking Julia graciously, "You have helped so
much. Is there an alumni society or association, Julia? I don't suppose,
but maybe they might have some information about Mr. Butcher."
Julia gave Matt a directory of the Alumni Association with
director's names and phones.
* * * * *
Back at the Music Department he led the band through some new
numbers. Even though the main concert for the year had been performed, the
group had to be ready for the college graduation at the end of May plus two
pops concerts on campus. These are usually, with luck, on warm nights in
the late spring where the band played mostly pop music, not rock, Broadway
musical songs and light works such as those written by Leroy Anderson.
These are played outside in the grove of trees behind the music building.
Playing outside is much more difficult than inside because the students had
a hard time hearing each other's parts and the musical sound is spread so
wide that precision is not easy.
In the middle of rehearsal Matt asked for attention.
"I want to commend this whole band for a great concert last
week. Thank you so much."
Applause, cheering, clapping and whistles filled the room.
As it died down, he spoke.
"And, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the truly
wonderful performance by our bassoon soloist, Jamal Woods." Again a
celebration echoed around their chairs. "Maybe he can't play golf, but he
sure can play that bassoon. Right?" Echoes rang again.
"Now, the music in your folders is for graduation and the
spring pops concerts. It is no where as difficult as the previous works,
but some places can be very tricky. We don't have much time, so practice
hard. There will be no band rehearsal on Friday because I have to
chaperone some of our young kids going on a field trip." Everyone knew
that the Dukes and Duchess were playing in River City that weekend.
The band members, even the most serious of music students,
appreciated having some lighter music to play for a while. And Matt tried
to include solos, trios, ensemble playing by the band members to provide
more variety in the programming. Some of those became a source of fun for
the performers as well as the audience, as the players try to put some
humor into their productions.
Even though the Dukes were performing on Saturday night in
River City for the big government men, Matt let them have the evening off,
no rehearsals that day. They would be practicing every other night of the
week, and would take off Friday afternoon in the Dukes motor home for the
trip to River City.
Roger was waiting for Matt after the rehearsal,
"Dr. Ridgway," with this tender pleading tone in his voice,"Do you think we
could take Todd with us? He'd be no bother, I'm sure. Please?" His face
was like the grimace of Oliver Twist pleading for 'More'. He started again,
"Dr. Ridgway, he'll be no trouble and I'll have someone to sleep with
.... ah .. stay with at night."
Matt couldn't help breaking into a grin, ruffling Roger's
dark curls, "Do you think the others would mind him coming along."
"Oh, Matt, no, they wouldn't, they told me so." He curled
his thumb and little finger together in his palm, raising the other three
fingers in the Boy Scout salute, "I swear."
"Well, okay, Roger, but keep quiet about it. Everyone else
will want to go."
"Oh, sir, I don't think so, I'm the only one in the Dukes
without a Duke as a partner. See. He could be a special 'roadie' for this
trip." He grinned, feeling proud of himself for his bravery.
"Thank you sir, very much." By that time they were standing in Matt's
office, so he raised on his toes and kissed Matt on the cheek. They
weren't seen yet Matt still blushed.
* * * * *
Still feverishly working on papers in his office, Matt was
harried but looked up as he heard Hardy come smiling in the office. As he
got close, he whispered, "Hi, lover, missed you."
"Me, too."
"Finished all my classes for today. Are you busy now?"
"Yes, some reports I do have to get to Dean McAllister this
afternoon. Why?"
"I wondered if you would go over that one trombone solo I
have on the last number?"
Matt seemed preoccupied, "Oh," still looking at his papers,"I
do have to finish this. You will have that perfect by the time Saturday
night rolls by. I'm sure of it."
Hardy seemed down, a bit depressed, but Matt didn't notice.
Hardy pulled some envelopes from his briefcase. He threw all
but one back in, this one a long business envelope with the return address
of Baker, Reynolds and Baker of Columbus. 'I wonder what this is about,'
Hardy thought. He read the letter which proved to be from his father's
lawyers.
Quietly he spoke while he read, "Matt, the lawyers say that
my trust fund is just over two million dollars."
Matt mumbled, "That's nice."
"MATT," Hardy yelled, "did you hear me?"
Then Matt looked up and grinned, "You said your trust fund is
worth over two million dollars." He looked down, "That's nice."
Hardy jumped up, ran behind Matt and embraced him from the
rear, "Hey, lover, don't you hear that? Over ... two ... million
... dollars! Just like that."
"Hardy, I'm pleased for you. When do you get the money?"
Matt had turned around to put some books on the shelf behind the worktable.
Hardy wondered at Matt's seemingly disinterest in his
inheritance.
"I will get it just a year from today."
Matt kept his back turned, working at his task.
"Well, then I know you'll stay with me for another year." He
threw out as a joke.
Matt didn't see the hard, harsh look of fear and sickened
heart on Hardy's face as he slowly stood up. Hardy left all he'd brought in
the office and took off out the door in a rush. He ran into Chris down the
hall by the stairs.
"Chris, let me have your car keys? I need it."
"Sure, Hardy, it's yours. Here."
He grabbed the keys and ran down the stairs, two at a time.
He knew where Chris parked her Sebring convertible and found it quickly.
Five seconds and he was on the road. He had no idea where he was going but
he had to get out of there.
He could hardly see with the tears in his eyes, 'How could
Matt say that? I would never leave him no matter how much money I had.'
In ten minutes he was out of town heading north toward the
Michigan line.
* * * * *
Matt was still working when Chris walked in his office.
"Hey, Matt."
"Hi, Chris. What's up?"
"I was just wondering why Hardy came running down the hall,
grabbed my car keys from me and just took off in my car? You got any
idea?"
"How did he look, Chris?" Matt was looking worried, the
gnawing of fear in his belly.
"Not happy, very down, I'd say. What happened?"
Matt had his head down, shaking it. "I don't know, Chris." He
rubbed his forehead as he tried to think what he had said. "Oh my god,
Chris, I told him ... I said ... oh shit, damn it, you stupid idiot." He
turned to Chris who seemed shocked, "I'm talking about myself.
"Oh, Chris, can you get hold of the Dukes and tell them I've
been an ass. I've said something to Hardy - something I think he
misunderstood." He gripped his head with both hands, "Please ask them for
help in finding Hardy. Give them all the details about your car." He got
a paper and pen, "Tell me, Chris."
She gave Matt all the details; make, license number, color,
model, year.
"Chris, I doubt if he would go south toward the farm, most
probably north. I'm praying he won't go very far, maybe just somewhere to
think." Matt was frantic, losing his sense of himself, pacing around the
office around Chris. "Oh, please, Chris, go find him. Here's my cell
phone number, I'll have it with me."
"Don't worry, Matt, I'll have everyone on the job in half an
hour. We'll find him." She grabbed Matt, held him and kissed him on the
cheek. "We all love you two very much, we care," she whispered to him.
"And, Matt, I'll call Anne at the farm and tell her not to expect either of
you."
At that moment Todd O'Brien stuck his head into Matt's
office, "Hey, what's going on?"
Matt spotted Todd and made a quick decision. "Todd, will you
come with me? I could use another pair of eyes for a search."
"Sure. What's up?"
"I'll tell you on the way. Chris, please find or call Roger
to tell him where Todd will be."
* * * * *
Matt had driven mile after mile within twenty miles of
Windsor with no sight of Chris's car, or Hardy. He had told Todd what had
happened so he was looking seriously, too. Once in a while he had to stop
so he could stop the tears which kept drenching his shirt with his contrite
tears. 'How could I have said that? No wonder Hardy ran away!'
Todd sympathized with him, "Matt, you couldn't know. And
Hardy did react strangely."
He hadn't had lunch and finally decided he'd get sick if he
didn't have something to eat. They stopped at a hamburger stand for
fifteen minutes to devour a sandwich and soda, and to take a pee. He kept
berating himself for saying what he did, and he was almost consumed with
discontent in himself. In his mind he prayed, "Oh, Lord, please help me.
I love Hardy, I need him, I know I won't be able to live without
him. Please help us."
Todd took calls from all the Dukes at one time or another. No
one had found the car or Hardy. The sun was sinking low in the west by
that time. But he put the car's lights on and kept going. He didn't know
what else to do.
As Matt drove around northwestern Ohio, east and west, north
and south, Todd watched parking places carefully while Matt was constantly
thinking about Hardy, his first and only love, not counting his love for
his brother. "Todd, I can feel Hardy's eyes on me when I'm not looking at
him."
Todd spoke up, "You know, Matt, I've felt that too when I'm
not looking right at Roger, but I know he's staring at me," he blushed,
"especially at my butt."
Matt smiled, "So you know what I'm talking about."
Matt had missed a couple of entrances he shouldn't have
omitted, but he was watching Hardy walking out of the room, his butt
muscles competing with each other in their clutching and easing as opposing
legs flexed back and forth when he walked, a real athlete's rear end.
On the road in Williams County, Matt still drove fairly
slowly, Todd searching both sides of the road, looking for Christine's car
and Hardy. They hadn't even had a 'bite' on their hooks, probably not even
in the right pond. He would keep going, all night if necessary.
While telling Todd about his affair with Hardy, Matt broke
down while relating the whole story, actually the first time he had broken
down since renewing his relationship with his brother. Hardy held him and
Matt knew that this was the man for him. He remembered hanging on to this
man's hard muscles, and he could never forget their trip to his bed and
their "first time."
Still searching for Chris's car and Hardy, Matt was following
a map in his head, determined to locate Hardy before anything worse
happened. Meanwhile his mind was flashing back about 4 months, early in
the days of their relationship.
Matt slammed on the brakes and turned into a mini mall at
Bridgewater Center, a small community around Lake Seneca, a little lake in
Bridgewater Township, about five miles west of Windsor. Todd was sure he
saw Chris's car parked near a little caf , but knew when he got close
enough that it was not hers. Not the right license number.
Matt checked his watch, noticing how late it had gotten, past
midnight, so he drove back to the Dukes Ranch where he dropped off Todd so
he could be with Roger.
"Tell them that I'll get back when I can, maybe not until
morning."
"Matt, I could stay with you, I don't mind. I'd like to
help."
Matt hugged Todd's shoulder, "I know, Todd, but I've got to
do this. I'll see you later."
That night in the darkness, except for Route 20, there was not
much traffic on the roads. Matt's headlights created tunnels of vision
along the roads he followed, past many farms and under forests of trees
sometimes. Matt was trying to crisscross Williams County and into Fulton
County, too, in a regular pattern. If he were to think about what he was
doing, he would realize that his driving in this way would be futile, but
he couldn't help it.
After midnight, Matt hadn't heard from any Dukes for a couple
hours and figured that they had given up. He couldn't blame them. He
would learn later that none of them had given up, in fact Steve and Gary
had returned from Columbus and when told of what had happened, they each
took a car and hunted until the early hours of the morning.
Matt was driving east on Route 20 not far from Windsor when
he decided to take a look at Harrison Lake State Park about two miles south
of 20. The lanes around the lake were narrow and dark, no lights anywhere.
One road he took led him to a ramp for putting boats in the water.
Fortunately he was going slowly and recognized where he was just before he
dipped the front wheels in the water.
"Whoops, there, almost took a bath," he told himself. He
backed up, still facing toward the lake. He knew he couldn't go any
farther, he had to get some rest. By releasing his seat to a reclining
position, he made himself as comfortable as he could and shut his eyes,
praying for his Hardy's safety and that his own stupidity wouldn't separate
them.
Matt let one window down just a bit for some air, found a
blanket in the back seat and threw it over him. He was so tired that none
of horrible visions in his mind of accidents or injuries which might have
happened to Hardy bothered him. His eyes closed, he felt comforted by the
blanket and warmth in the car, slowly drifting off with feeling of Hardy's
arms around him. He started dreaming of the last time he and Hardy had
sex, and what a joyous time it was.
* * * * *
"HEY!"
Matt jumped awake, hitting his head on the visor, unable to
take in what had happened.
"I said you really look like death warmed over, like shit
actually." He heard that and squinched his eyes toward his side window,
blinking over the brightness of the rising sun.
Again he heard the voice. "I slept in that cabin over there.
Nice bed, nice mattress, too. If you wanted to sleep, you should just have
come in. I'd have let you."
"What the fu.... , Hardy. Where have you been?"
"Unlock the door, please."
Matt did.
Hardy opened the door, reached in knelt on the door jamb and
gathered Matt in his arms, holding him tight. He was crying and soon Matt
was also. They held each other and sobbed into the other's shoulder.
Matt started, "Hardy, I'm so sorry, I was trying to be funny
and said a stupid thing. Please forgive, love." His voice was muffled in
Hardy's jacket. "I missed you like I've never missed anyone else, ever."
He couldn't help sobbing more desperately, clasping Hardy more tightly.
"Matty, I'm the one who should be sorry. I know I should
have come home, but I was so embarrassed at what I had done, I couldn't
face you. I didn't have my cell phone, either. So please forgive me,
Matt." He breathed, "By the way, I didn't sleep in that cabin, I slept in
Chris's car all night. I missed you so."
"I'll forgive you if you will forgive my stupid words."
Hardy used his thumbs to wipe away Matt's tears, kissing his
eyelids when he was finished. "Of course, I forgive you." He looked
askance at Matt, "Just how many people know about this little escapade of
mine."
Matt smiled, kissed Hardy on the mouth, "I think just our
family and the Dukes and Duchess. That's all." He looked around, noticing
people beginning to walk around the parking lot. "I think we better carry
on our forgiving when we get home." He looked at his watch, "Holy smoke,
it's almost eight o'clock. We've got to get home."
Hardy gave Matt one more kiss on the lips, startling a few
small girls walking by the car. Hardy looked at them, and said, "I love
him, you see." They giggled and ran off.
"Yeah, you are right, we'd better go home. I'll follow you
because I don't know how to get home from here." He giggled. "Take me home,
lover."
* * * * *
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Ridgway?"
"Yes, this is Blanche Ridgway."
" This is Attorney Garrard Albert."
"Oh, yes, I guess I talked to you last week."
"Yes, you sent me materials on the suit you want to continue
in respect to your sons. I have gone through every paper, every deposition
which was included, all exhibits acquired by all four of your lawyers."
She spoke dryly, "All right, what is your opinion,
Mr. Albert."
"I find no plausible reason for continuing the suit. The
suit has no bearing in fact or in any legal circumstance. Any reasonable
judge would toss this case out of the court immediately. And, I'm sure no
reputable attorney would agree to take your case."
"I suppose that means you won't help me either, Mr. Albert,
you're like all the others."
"Well, Mrs. Ridgway, if you mean will I take your case,
absolutely not. I certainly hope you won't find another attorney," he
wanted to tell her what he thought, "because I think you are a vindictive,
wicked and spiteful woman whom your sons should have put away years ago.
Now don't call me ever again." He ended the call, belatedly resisting
throwing his phone across his office. The cell phone smashed into the wall
and splintered, "Damn the fuckin' woman," he looked at the splinters and
smiled, "it was worth it. Not professional, but sure felt good."
Immediately he sent an email to the Columbus Bar Association,
notifying them and in turn, every lawyer in the city and beyond, not to
handle anything for Mr. or Mrs. Gerald Ridgway and why. It probably
wouldn't do any good, someone would take her case.
Back in Westerville, putting down her phone, she looked at
Gerald, "Did you hear what he said?" He heard because she had the
conversation on the speaker phone. "He's not going to get away with
that. I'll get even with him, somehow. I know where he lives."
Matt and Steve's mother had turned into a stringy, skinny
elderly woman, almost sixty, with a bitter, scathing, vituperative tongue,
and a face to match. Her husband hadn't been near her for years, a
situation she must have liked since she didn't castigate him for it.
Gerald Ridgway had been watching his wife's paranoia grow until it had
taken over her personality. Often, he had tried to get her to see a
psychiatrist, but she would never agree. "They would only pick our pockets,
steal from us until we are broke."
When she first wanted to kick Matt out of the family, he went
along with it, he didn't like fags either. . He even agreed that they would
stay away from Steve, Becky and their boys. He could only hope that since
she can't get a lawyer, she will let her conflict with her sons die on the
vine. For a while he was convinced about it until one day she commented,
"Gerald, I wonder where we could get a hit man." she grimaced hideously,
"that would just do it." She turned to her husband, "Find me one, Gerald, I
want one and you will find one."
He mulled that over in his mind. "Where the hell am I going
to find a hit man?" He then wondered, "Could I set her up? Get her to talk
to a hit man who's really a cop and have her arrested?" He now knew that
she was going too far and had crossed the line into insanity.
Gerald Ridgway often wondered if he could have her put away
in an asylum or other treatment center for mental patients. He wouldn't
expect her to be cured, Lord no, just keep her there. Otherwise he was at
a loss as to handling her without actually killing her. That idea was
sounding more and more favorable all the time, if he could keep from
getting caught.
* * * * *
By Friday all the Dukes and the Duchess were ready to head
for River City for their concert the next night. As on their last visit,
they would be staying at the same motel which they liked very much.
Instruments, music, instrument repair kit and various and sundry supplies
carried on by the members were all deposited in the baggage holds.
The whole group had agreed to allow Todd O'Brien on the bus
to be with his partner, Roger Adams, one of the roadies who aided and
assisted wherever required. Roger could also take Hardy's part in the show
in case something happened to him. So, Todd and Roger were in heaven,
staying close together, slyly touching the other's body, just quick, hardly
seen taps to let each other know they are there.
However, the Dukes had noticed ever since Tuesday morning
when Matt and Hardy had appeared on campus, they stayed within the same
space as the other, also touching, tapping and patting their partner. The
Dukes all knew what had occurred and were so thankful they were a team
again, no one had spread any talk among the other music students, keeping
it within the Dukes family.
Steve had hit his brother upside the head when he heard what
Matt had said. "You dummy, I never knew I had a stupid brother." He also
got together with Hardy, "The next time this idiot does anything so stupid
again, brother in law, you are to come and tell me. I'll deal with him. I
may love him, but not exactly the way you do. I can see his faults, which
are many, and of course, also, his good points, which also are many. Only
I can differentiate between the two."
He grabbed Hardy in a hug of love, not lust. "Any problem
with that?"
Unable to speak, Hardy shook his head from side to
side. "Mmmmff."
"Good."
As on the first trip to River City in the motor home, many of
the music students, band members or not, and faculty were out in front,
waiting to give them a good send off, applauding their talent and courage.
Again, Matt was sort of surprised to see Karl and 'Sunshine' in attendance,
this was only the second time he had seen Sunshine on campus. From their
looks and attitude toward each other, Matt felt their relationship had been
well founded and fully established. As they stood side by side, they
weren't actually seen touching, but each would know their partner's body's
movements. Matt hadn't seen them since the open house he and Hardy had
just before Christmas. He was a fine looking young man, just a tad weird.
When Matt and Hardy were sure they had everything, Matt gave the nod to the
driver and they zoomed out of the parking lot, taking the road for
approximately 250 miles of turnpike and highway.
* * * * *
Karl and Sunshine watched the motor home as it passed through
the campus until it turned onto Route 15, both a bit envious that the Dukes
have had such success, but still proud. Karl knew those students, had some
in class and was always amazed how talented they were, what outstanding
people they were. The destination that day had been announced, but Karl
didn't know why they would be visiting River City again. Karl didn't know
the purpose, nor did anyone else at Windsor.
Sunshine piped up,"Hey, Karl," he looked around, saw noone,
"baby," he said with the loving expression, "are you finished with
classes?" When Sunshine said that, it conveyed the idea of going home for
some sex. Sun was a real horn dog, not easily satisfied. Once Karl
finally let him fuck his butt after his first disastrous reaming under
drugs, he couldn't get enough of Karl's ass, inside and out.
The slightly shorter, heavier man turned toward Sunshine,
smiled broadly, "Sunshine, I was thinking of heading for the rifle range,
get some practice in."
"Could I come with you, Karl? You get me all hot and
bothered thinking of you shooting off your gun, either kind. Remember, you
promised last time that I could come with you the next time."
Karl had immediately regretted that statement, but he also
knew that Sun would never let it go until he agreed. "Okay, Sunny Boy,
you're on, but just this once. You are so damn sexy I wouldn't get much
practice with you there." Karl interrupted whatever Sun started to say,
"Now don't start, please."
They had been walking to the faculty parking lot where Karl's
Durango sat in the warm spring sun. They drove to Karl and Sunshine's
home, the house from which Karl had ousted his third wife a few months
before. That house was not far from Chris Griffith's parent's home, not
nearly as big, but a fine, almost mansion size, about 10 years old and well
landscaped. The style was New England coastal, seen all along the coast
from Maine to Connecticut, close to the water. The large Cape Cod was
basically grey with white trim, looking so sedate and staid in its setting,
and small in spite of the large actual size.
Sunshine was not sure how Karl had enough money to own a
house that size, much more room than the two of them needed. Of course
they shared the master bedroom and huge bath with sunken tub having all
sorts of gadgets on the first floor. There were four large bedrooms on the
second floor along with an entertainment room full of very expensive
electronic equipment, some of which baffled Sunshine as to its use.
Of course, Sunshine didn't complain. He didn't have any
income at all and Karl wanted it that way. Karl knew Sun's parents were
very wealthy, though not by how much. Sun had had nothing to do with them
since they had thrown him out when he announced he was gay. Now his
younger brother, Rodin Moore, would inherit all their millions. Sunshine
and Rodin loved each other and kept in constant touch by phone or computer.
Rodin always said that Sunshine would get half of whatever Rodin got from
the parents. And he had lived up to it. He kept half of all he got in a
trust fund for Sun. But Sunshine wouldn't touch any of it, he had his own
sugar Daddy who loved him and whom he loved.
As they were growing up, the two boys, just 3 years apart,
were close brothers, best friends and sexual partners. Sun was sure that
Rodin was gay also, but he hadn't told their parents and he dated girls
regularly. None of them lasted very long.
Since Sun had joined with Karl whom Rodin liked also, he had
hoped maybe Rodin could meet a good man and settle down. Rodin had
graduated with an MBA, set up a brokerage in Columbus and was doing well.
Of course his father was his best customer. Rodin would lose that account
fast if his Dad ever thought Rodin might be gay. Enough said.
Karl quickly loaded a long case containing his rifle and
other equipment.
"Sun, you will have to just watch, today. Okay?"
"Sure, Karl, I'm happy just to be with you. I missed you a
lot last weekend. Where did you go? I forgot."
"Sunny boy mine, you have a short memory. I was in
Cincinnati, demonstrating my method for teaching string players, that's
what I do." He continued, "And, I'll be gone this weekend in Fort Wayne,
too, but I'll be back Sunday noon, hon, then we can play in the tub all
night if we want." He smiled wickedly at Sunshine, "Will that be okay,
lover?"
Sun nodded slowly, "I guess." He persisted, "How do you get
away all the time? Doesn't the college wonder where you are?"
"Babe, that is all arranged. Because I honor the college
with my presence, I have an adjustable schedule. I teach Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, so I have a long weekend including Monday.
It is good publicity for the college. See?" They had arrived at the
firing range, maintained by a farmer who wasn't using the land. Warning
signs were planted all around the area and the length of the firing range
was fenced in with barbed wire.
Karl stopped in the parking area, leaned over to kiss Sunny
hard on the lips. His right hand found its way to Sun's crotch where his
fingers caressed and manipulated Sunny's organ. Sun eagerly returned the
kiss, holding Karl's hand tighter against his cock and balls.
Karl had ear protectors for each of them. He was soon set and
began firing at the targets far down the pastures. Some of the targets
were on a moving wire which gave him practice in hitting a target being
propelled perpendicular to the length. When he had finished firing all his
ammunition, they tromped over half a mile to get the targets back to the
stand from which he fired. He of course knew how many times he had fired,
but was not happy with the result. He knew Sunshine was bothering him,
intruding on a part of Karl's activities for which he needed so much
concentration. Just having Sunny near him disturbed him mentally, rifles
and sex didn't go along very well. That was why Karl hadn't taken Sunshine
with him before.
Sunshine had been puzzled that day, wondering why Karl was
aiming at targets half a mile away, quite an extreme range to be firing, he
thought. When he asked Karl, he just said it was practice for hunting,
never knew when he'd spot a target that far away in the woods.
Since no one else was at the firing range, when Karl had
cleaned all his equipment and put it away, he pulled Sunshine to him and
hugged him tightly, almost desperately. His life since meeting Sunshine
had improved and he had recovered some of his old vitality and exuberance.
"I love you, Sun, you make me so happy." He looked around
the area, "I wish I could ease my cock up your fuckin' sexy ass, Sunny, but
we'd better wait until we get home." He grinned broadly, "We'll celebrate
when we get there." He looked into Sunny's eyes, "Think of something good,
babe."
* * * * *
On the trip to River City Matt daydreamed about Hardy, how he
had lost him for a bit, and especially how great their sex had been ever
since. He'd had the crap scared out of him and he wanted Hardy to know how
much he needed his love. On the other hand Hardy regretted reacting so
wildly when Matt, trying to make a joke, had spoken stupidly about Hardy's
trust fund left to him by his father.
The two men sat at the booth where they had a table on which
they could work on future plans for the Dukes. They were functioning
normally to the casual onlooker, but Hardy, on Matt's left side, who was
not left-handed, had to use his left hand to draw notes and stuff because
his right hand was encased in Matt's left hand, both pressed against Matt's
crotch under the table. Everyone on the motor home knew just where their
clasped hands were and really thought nothing of it except happiness that
they were a loving, affectionate couple. The other couples, Big Jeff and
Little Jeff, Rick and Jamal and Roger and Todd traded places often enough
throughout the journey to provide one or two keeping Chris company, getting
her food or drink until she was stuffed.
"Hey, guys, what can I say, you're going to make me fat. And
I can't be fat and be slinky, too, it doesn't work."
"Oh, Chrissy, you can make anything work. Even Roger! Right,
guys?"
"Hubba hubba!" That was Roger yelling.
Matt looked up, "Where did you hear that, Roger? Nobody has
said that in forty years."
"I was watching an old, old movie on cable." He looked evilly
at Matt, "Did you say that back then when you were little?"
"Why, you scum, you," Matt jumped up grabbed Roger by the
neck with both hands, pretending to shake him vigorously, "we'll hang this
scrawny neck on the nearest yard arm."
Everyone on the motor home enjoyed the banter, especially
from their leader. By traveling eastward, the darkness came somewhat
sooner than at Windsor, creating a need for lighting inside the RV. Matt
finally passed out the food for their evening meal, packed for them by the
catering business which Matt patronized freely. Many a meal at the Dukes
Ranch came from the same source, excellent food, well prepared. The
vultures descended on the offering as if they were starving, eating all but
the serving dishes.
Matt was eagerly looking forward to seeing the people in
River City whom he had met and go to Ben and Joey's restaurant there.
Maybe they could eat there for lunch on Saturday or Sunday before they left
for Windsor.
Matt wasn't nervous about their upcoming performance, but he
hoped all would go well. And he particularly hoped that Brian and the
others had been able to get a fair sized audience for them.
He hadn't told the Dukes just why they were performing again
in River City, but decided to rectify that omission before they arrived.
"Lend me your ears, Dukes all, I have an announcement."
Since his tone sounded serious, they quieted quickly, tuned in to Matt with
all their attention.
"I haven't told you exactly why we are going to River City
this time. Our friends there asked me not to before this. Congressman
Michael Keith is having some very important visitors from Washington,
D.C. whom he wishes to impress, coincidentally letting them see a special
musical group from Ohio. This group, if they play very, very well, might
be on track to be presented and perform .... in ..... the ..... White
..... House this summer!"
After a few seconds of stunned silence and gasps of inhaled
breath, the RV echoed with shouts and bellows of surprise, excitement and
great pleasure.
"Dr. M, when do we find out about this?"
"I think Representative Keith will tell us whether it looks
hopeful or not. If it is good, we would be on call most of the summer."
"All summer? What do we do all summer? I have to work to
get money for school." Little Jeff had spoken for a few of them.
"Listen up! Please listen to this. Do not, I repeat, do not
tell anyone about this, not your family nor friends, no enemies or any
relatives at all. Tell NO one. Are you with me?"
Yeses, okays or nods were indicated by all the Dukes.
"We do not want something getting out until we know for sure,
or we'll be standing there with egg on our faces." Matt continued, "There
will also be officials from the Ohio governor's office which might lead to
more official performances in Ohio. That too should be kept quiet. Please
no slips of the tongues, stay with the program.
"Believe me, I'm as excited about this whole thing as you
are, but we will have to contain any talk or celebrating." He slowly
looked around at each and every Duke and the Duchess, "I love each and
every one of you and am so proud of you that I can't keep from getting
emotional, so forgive me." He pulled out a handkerchief, blew his nose and
wiped his eyes, then shook hands with every body except Chris whom he
kissed on the cheek and hugged.
Write to Paul at dukesofwindsor@juno.com
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Turning The Page
Some characters in this story have been drawn from my first book, Turning
The Page, Nifty/Adult Friends/August 13, 2002. It is not necessary to read
that book first, but it would give you a background for The Dukes and
Duchess of Windsor.