Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2008 20:42:04 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nexis Pas <nexispas@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Jogging Memory

Jogging Memory

Nexis Pas
Copyright 2008 by the author

Nexis Pas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this
work.


I saw them when I was driving home after work. The light turned red as I
approached Chestnut Hill Road. While I was stopped, they jogged up to the
intersection and paused at the crossing. Two attractive men in loose
running shorts and T-shirts in their early thirties--naturally I
looked. I've never been one to pass up such an opportunity. They stood
there with their hands on their hips, arms akimbo, moving in place on the
pavement, lifting their legs high at the knees and twisting their torsos to
keep the muscles loose and stretched. They had been running hard enough to
work up a sweat, and wet triangles pointing downwards from their necks and
shoulders plastered their T-shirts to their bodies. One of them lifted the
bottom of his shirt to wipe his face dry, exposing a nicely muscled
abdomen. Their bodies were ruddy from their exertions.

If that had been all that I saw, I would have quickly forgotten them. They
would have become just two more men that I have looked at appreciatively
over the years. Handsome, yes, but not memorable enough to make the
all-time best list. What imprinted them on my mind was a smile. One of them
turned to the other and said something, something brief, a dozen words, no
more. The other replied, even more briefly. The first man said one
word. And then the second man smiled--joyfully, sublimely--a smile that
transformed them and made the air radiant with their happiness.

It was a smile that bespoke a history, a smile that promised a future, a
smile that demanded a story.

******

`Come on, get up. Let's exercise that beautiful ass of yours. Keep it tight
and firm.'

Bram grunted. He rolled over onto his side, turning away from Stephen, and
pulled the covers up over his head. He burrowed his face into the pillow
and muttered, `Five minutes. Let me have just five more minutes. It's
Saturday for chrissake.'

In response, Stephen yanked the cord on the blinds. The slats rose with a
clatter of noise and banged against the window. `It's a nice day out
. . . Well, no, actually it's not. It's very foggy. But that will burn off
by the time we get out.' Stephen stepped back to the bed, grabbed the
covers and yanked them off Bram.

`Hey, put them back. It's cold.'

`We'll soon have you warmed up, lover. Up, up, up! Come on, you lazy sod.'

Bram wrapped his arms around the pillow, flexed his buttocks, and ground
his groin into the mattress. `Come back to bed. I'll soon have you warmed
up.'

`Don't be cheeky.' Stephen slapped Bram's ass playfully.

Bram groaned. He opened one eye and squinted at Stephen over his
shoulder. `Coffee. Let me at least have a cup of coffee before you drag me
out to that lake.'

`There's a cup of cold tea left in the pot from yesterday. That's all you
get for now. You need to work off that extra dessert you ate last night.'

`I couldn't let it go to waste. Lewis made that especially for you, and you
wouldn't eat more than a spoonful. Besides, all that exercising we did
after we came back home burnt off more calories than Lewis fed us last
night.'

`Doesn't count. Lying there moaning doesn't count. I was doing all the
work.'

`Work, is it now? Out of the goodness of me heart, I let you have your way
with me, and you call it work? You ought to be grateful to me for letting
you get all that exercise.'

Stephen bent over and kissed Bram on the back of his neck. `I am. It was
great. You're great. I'm great. But you're going to get fat if you don't
exercise more.' Bram rolled over and grabbed Stephen by the shoulders and
tried to pull him down onto the bed. `Now, none of that now. Later. After
you've been a good boy and jogged for an hour.' Stephen pushed his arms
under Bram's body and lifted him out of bed and stood him up. `There. If
you exercised as much as I do, you could do that too.'

`Hmm. You promise if I'm good and jog along with you, you'll take me to bed
again?'

`Promise. Now into your jogging kit. There's a good lad. Four times around
the lake this morning.'

Bram groaned and stretched. He walked over to the window and looked out,
his naked body grey in the dim light. `How can we run in this fog? We won't
be able to see the goose and dog shit in time to step around it.'

`Stop making excuses. The sooner you do this and get it over with, the
sooner we can get into the shower and work ourselves into a lather.'

`Sex, sex, sex. That's all it is with you.'

`And exercise. I think of that too.' Stephen began jogging in place.

Bram's eyes fixed on Stephen's midsection. `Are you wearing anything under
those shorts?'

`You'll find out in about an hour. Sooner if you run faster today. Four
times around the lake and then back here. If you've been good, you can rip
the shorts off my sweaty body.'

`Slave driver.'

`You love it.'

`I love you.'

`Prove it. Run as if your life depended on it. Your sex life does, I can
tell you that.'

******

`Good morning, Mrs Adams.' Stephen held the door to the building open for
an elderly woman carrying a net shopping bag that bulged with
groceries. `You're out early today.'

`My son's coming over later this morning. I just needed to get a few things
from the shops before he arrived. Are you two going to be warm enough in
those shorts? There's quite a chill in the air this morning. And this fog
is so heavy. You won't be able to see where you're going.'

`Exactly what I told him,' said Bram, pointing to Stephen.

`We'll warm up once we start running. Come on, Bram. Enjoy your son's
visit, Mrs Adams.'

The fog was dense that morning. They could barely see ten feet ahead of
themselves. It was difficult to run along the pavement. Pedestrians would
suddenly appear out of the fog ahead of them. They hardly had time to react
and dodge to the side to avoid them. The fog grew even thicker as they
jogged through the trees in the park. Both of them automatically slowed
their pace as they headed down the steep hillside that led to the lake. The
first indication that they had reached the gravel path that ran around the
lake was the different sounds their trainers made as they left the dirt
trail through the trees.

Both automatically turned to their left and began running counterclockwise
around the lake. Their legs rose and fell in unison, both of them pushing
themselves as usual. The fog closed in around them, limiting their vision
to a circle of a few feet. `I wonder if anyone else is out.' In answer to
Bram's comment, a goose off to their right in the water honked a warning
signal and beat its wings against the water. Several others joined in.

`The geese are here anyway.'

`Yeah, we take our shoes off at the front door. I don't want to think about
what we're stepping in here.'

`Hmm, you can't wait to get me undressed, can you?'

`I want to find out what you have on under those shorts.'

`I think you're familiar with it already.'

`Oooff.' Bram tumbled to the ground as another jogger came dashing out of
the fog. The other man's shoulder hit Bram about mid-chest, pushing him
sideways. Bram broke his fall with an outstretched hand. The jogger didn't
even pause. He disappeared into the fog. For a short moment they could hear
the sound of his feet hitting the ground and then even that was swallowed
up.

`Hey!' Stephen shouted. `Watch where you're going.'

Bram stood up, clutching his right wrist and holding his right palm open
upwards. `Christ. That stings. I scraped half the skin off my palm.' His
breath hissed through his teeth as he shook his hand in an attempt to throw
off the pain.

`We need to get some antiseptic on that right away. This gravel must be
filled with germs. Let's go back. Can you run?'

`My legs are fine. It's just my hand. That guy didn't even stop. I could
have broken a leg. If you hadn't been here, I would have been . . .'

The woman's scream came from up ahead in the fog. A man began shouting `Oh
my god, oh my god.'

Bram didn't hesitate. He sprinted away through the fog in the direction of
the screams. `Police,' he cried out as he ran.

Stephen ran after him. When Bram wanted to put on speed, he could, and the
sound of his footfalls receded as the gap between the two of them grew. He
voice cut through the fog. `Police. I'm DI Maxson of the West Sussex
Police. Where are you?'

`Here. Here. We're here.' Both the man and the woman began shouting, their
voices overlayering each other's. `Come quickly. He's hurt. Someone's been
hurt. He's bleeding.'

`Stephen, come here. You're needed.' Bram the gentle lover had become
Detective Inspector Maxson. `Stand back. My friend's a doctor. Stephen,
hurry. Where are you?'

Stephen suddenly came upon the group. The body of a man lay on the
ground. His clothes were sodden with blood and clung to his body. In his
agony, he had raked the gravel with his hands, his fingers drawing bloody
grooves in the ground. Bram was bent over him, trying to close the wound in
his chest with his fingers. Stephen knelt beside the man and felt his neck
for a pulse. Bram reached into the pocket of Stephen's windcheater with his
free hand and pulled out the mobile phone Stephen always carried. He
flipped it open and keyed in the number with his thumb.

`This is DI Maxson. I'm on the jogging path along the old reservoir about a
half-mile south of the Chestnut Hill entrance opposite the Midlands Bank
there. A man's been stabbed. We need an ambulance. Send . . .'

Stephen looked up and caught Bram's eye. He shook his head and lifted
Bram's hand gently off the man's chest. It was the hand that he had scraped
when he fell to the ground, and all that Stephen could think of was that
Bram's open cuts were covered with a stranger's blood.

`Wait. Hold on a second. Dr Holloway's here too.' Bram looked up at
Stephen.

`We're too late. There's no pulse. He lost too much blood before we got
here.'

`Are you sure?'

Stephen nodded.

Bram spoke into the phone again. "Dr Holloway says the man's dead. Send the
nearest car. We'll wait here. We'll need the coroner and the murder scene
group. Who's on duty?'

`Tell them--the PCs need to bring a first-aid kit.' Stephen broke in, his
voice full of urgency. `I've got to get your hand cleaned off. You don't
have anything, do you?' Stephen turned to the woman. `Some
perfume. Anything with alcohol in it?'

She shook her head no. Both she and her partner were looking on with
horror. `We were just out for our morning run. We nearly didn't go out this
morning. The fog was so thick. We didn't see him until we were almost on
him. I nearly stepped on him.' Her voice began to sound hysterical. The man
looked as if he were about to be sick. He couldn't take his eyes off the
body.

`Do you at least have any water? I've got to clean Bram's hand off.'

`You can't, Stephen. At least not until samples have been taken. It's part
of the crime scene now. We have to be able to account for any chemicals
found on the body. I may have introduced something by touching him.'

Stephen lowered his voice. `But he could have hepatitis. You don't know. He
might even have AIDS.' He was leaning across the body and looking into
Bram's face and imploring his lover to let him treat his hand.

There was a shocked intake of breath from the woman. `Did you say he has
AIDS?  Oh my god, Henry, he had AIDS. We have to get out of here.' The two
of them turned and ran off.

`Stay here. There will be some PCs here in a minute. Tell them where I've
gone.' Bram leaped to his feet and took off after the couple.

******

`Did someone take care of your hand?' Stephen had to force himself to
remain seated when Bram walked into the DCI's office. He wanted to jump up
and grab Bram and hug him tightly so that he couldn't run off again. `He
wouldn't let me see to it. It needs to be treated, and he needs a tetanus
shot and . . .' He began explaining to Chief Inspector Gwillam.

`It's all right, Stephen. Dr Jameson cleaned it up.' He held up his palm so
that Stephen could see that it was clean. `There were only a few
scratches. And my tetanus shot is current. Really, it's all right.'

`But . . .'

`Stephen, I'm fine. Don't fuss.' He turned to his boss. `Is Stephen through
assisting the police with their enquiries?'

Gwillam nodded. `We're through with the two of you for now. You know the
drill, Bram. We'll want to speak with both of you again. Stephen, please
don't talk to any reporters. We don't want the person who did this to know
that you're a witness.'

`You think the man who knocked Bram down did it?'

`It's too soon to speculate, Stephen. He is a person of interest. We would
like to talk with him--if we can find him.' Gwillam shook Stephen's
hand. `You were very helpful.' He turned to Bram. `He'll make a good
witness if we ever find the man.'

`I've never been questioned as a witness in a murder investigation before.'
Bram grinned. `It was a new experience for me. I kept wanting to tell Susan
and Russ how to conduct the interview. "Ask me this." "Ask me that." It was
all I could do to hold myself in and let them ask the questions.'

`At least you didn't request a lawyer.' The two policeman chuckled.

`I'm not likely to do that.'

Stephen felt shut out as the two cops reverted to their familiar
relationship. It was like being a child again, sitting there on your best
behaviour and trying not to fidget while the adults discussed adult
matters. He had been in the DCI's office for an hour answering Gwillam's
and another detective's questions. When they were finally satisfied that he
had nothing else of importance to add, the detective had left, and Gwillam
had spent the ten minutes before Bram arrived chatting about unimportant
matters. Gwillam had tried to turn the meeting into a social occasion, the
boss entertaining the partner of a member of his staff.

Stephen's thoughts drifted back to the body of the man they had found. He
was used to injuries, of course, and he had seen dead people before. But
always in a hospital setting, sanitised and civilised. Surrounded by
efforts to keep the person alive, the busy work of routine keeping the
demon at bay. The bright lights preventing shadows. He never saw the bodies
as Bram saw them--the people who had been dead for hours, days
sometimes. The coroner took care of those, far from Stephen's sight. Bram
saw the violence. By the time it arrived in the hospital, the process of
taming it had already begun. A few hours ago, he had stumbled into Bram's
world.

The body of a stranger lying on the ground. His lover's hand covered with
blood. The fog surrounding them. Geese calling out warning signals to one
another. A frightened couple. The PCs appearing out of the fog and
suspicious of Stephen. A jumble of images succeeded one another in him
mind.

`Stephen, are you all right?' Bram shook him by the shoulder. `I've spoken
to you twice, and you haven't answer. We'd better get you home.'

It wasn't until they were in the car and a few blocks away from the police
station that Bram dropped out of the character of DI Maxson and became Bram
again. `They said you made a very good witness. You didn't go beyond what
you knew. Stuck to the facts.'

`I remembered your complaints about witnesses that try to be too helpful.'
Stephen plucked the fabric of the shirt he was wearing and pulled it away
from his body. `They took my clothes. Your Sergeant Gupta gave me
these. I'll have to have them cleaned and them give them back.'

`Maybe not. You look good in a uniform. I can think of several ways we can
use those clothes. Two coppers getting it on. That could be hot.'

Stephen turned away and looked out the window at the passing scene. He
didn't want to think about making love.

`You're not going to let me humour you out of this mood, are you? Tell me
what's bothering you. Please.' Bram's voice dropped into its most intimate
register, the one he used only when they were in bed together.

`You ran away. You didn't stop. As soon as you heard those people calling
for help, you ran to them. You didn't stop to think that it might be
dangerous. That you could get hurt.'

`That's my job, Stephen. You came running up. You were there to help too.'

`No, it wasn't the same. You were running to help them. I was chasing you
to stop you. It was you I was concerned about, not them.'

`But you did your job, Stephen. We both did. We both do every day.'

`You could have been hurt. You didn't know. They could have attacked you.'

`Yes. I could have been. Every day on the job I might get hurt. And the
same is true of you. You're exposed to all kinds of diseases in that
hospital. You get crazy people there, and you put them into rooms fill with
needles and sharp knives. Your job is just as dangerous as mine. But we
can't think about that, Stephen. We have to go on expecting that at the end
of the day we'll be together. That we can hold each other and find our own
world. We can't let ourselves think about anything else. This is the only
life we have. It's the only time we have. We can't let our fears rule our
lives. We have to remember that at the end of the day, we'll be there for
each other.'

`But what if . . .'

`No, no what if's. This is what we have chosen for ourselves. This is what
we are, what we have. There is no safety. No guarantees. Just us. Just
you. Just the wind that has been blowing around my heart since we met.'

`You're getting to know me too well. You know what buttons to push.'
Stephen allowed himself a small smile. He couldn't quite bring himself to
meet Bram's eyes, however, but he was willing at least to look vaguely at a
spot a foot in front of Bram's face. `How did you get to be so wise?'

`A lot of people helped. You remember that Detective Constable Rampe who
was my partner when we first met?'

Stephen nodded. `I thought you and she were a couple.'

`Not a chance. You couldn't have thought that.'

`You were very close.'

`Partners tend to be. Either that, or they hate each other. There's no
in-between. Anyway, this isn't about her and me. It's about someone we
met. She and I once took a woman whose boyfriend had stabbed her in the leg
to St Brendan's hospital. There was a daughter too. Just a kid. She had
seen the whole thing, and she was hysterical by the time we got to the A&E
department. The mother wasn't in any danger, but the child didn't
understand that. The daughter wasn't injured, but she had blood all over
her clothes and she was clinging to her mother. She wouldn't let go. And
then this doctor walked up. Really cute guy, even if he did have blood
splattered all over his clothes. And he stopped and talked to the girl, and
in a few minutes, he had her calmed down, and she let the nurses take her
away to get cleaned up.'

`I remember that. But you know, I don't remember your being there. I know
you've told me you were, but I don't remember you or Rampe. Just cops
standing there.'

`Because you were focused on doing your job. That's what mattered at that
moment. And later, Denise asked you how you had calmed the child down, and
you said that it was all a matter of finding out what was really
frightening her and finding a story that would help her deal with it. And I
thought to myself, that's smart, that's really smart. That's something I
need to learn how to do.'

`So you asked me out for a coffee to learn my technique.'

`Well, for that and for your body. It had been a long day, and I was hoping
to take you home to my bed.'

`Is this the story that helps me deal with my fears?'

`One of them. I have more if this one doesn't work.'

`You won't need them.'

`So I not a big dumb cop.'

`You got two out of three right. You're big and you're a cop.'

`You used to think I was dumb.'

`Only for the first fifteen minutes. Then you started to frighten me. No,
that's not right. I wasn't frightened of you. I was frightened of what I
might feel for you. It meant so many changes in my life. And so much risk.'

`But we passed that stage. Lucky for me. You know the time I was most
frightened? The night I decided to ask you to marry me. I was so afraid you
would say no. I couldn't think beyond that. I just couldn't conceive being
without you. I couldn't think of what I would do if you said no.'

`Did I ever answer your question?'

`Not in words.'

Bram waited until the oncoming traffic cleared, his hands resting lightly
on the rim of the wheel, and then turned right into the street that led to
their flat. Bram does everything with such grace, Stephen thought. It was
as if he never doubted that machinery would do other than what he
wanted. `You know one of the things that first attracted me to you?'

Bram stopped the car at a parking space and began backing in. `No, what?'

`You are so marvellously at ease in your body. I've never known anyone as
comfortable in his body as you.'

`Back to my body again. You've got this thing for my body.'

`It's hard not to with you.' Stephen tried to leer at Bram, but he was
still too unnerved to succeed at that.

`Hmm, well maybe later. If you've been a good boy, and jog with me around
the lake four times.'

`What? We can't go back there. Not now.'

`Yes, right now. As soon as we get changed. It's like being thrown from a
horse. You have to get right back on. If we don't go back today, we won't
go back tomorrow or the next day. You won't even be able to see where it
happened. Most of the soil has been taken away as evidence, and the rest
has been cleaned up to discourage the curious and the thrill seekers. By
tomorrow no one will be able to say where that man died.'

"But that's terrible. There should be some marker, some sign, of what
happened.'

`We will be the sign.'

******

Two runners circle the lake four times. Their legs rise and their arms pump
back and forth in unison. They may run a bit faster than most joggers, but
their gait is relaxed. They make running look easy. One of them eyes the
ground warily at first, but soon his he raises his head and his gaze shifts
forward. They do not say much to each other, as if they have been together
long enough to be secure with their own and each other's thoughts.

The light is already dimming by the time they are finished and begin
jogging back. The shadows grow thick under the trees, even as the top
branches are still clothed in light. They are stopped by a traffic signal
and stand at the crossing lifting their legs at the knees and twisting
their torsos from side to side to keep the muscles loose and stretched. One
of them turns to his other and says, `Something's changed, hasn't it? Our
life became different today.'

`How so?'

`Better.'