Date: Tue, 5 Oct 1999 11:46:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Robert J. Cutter" <rjcutter57@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A VICTORIAN ROMANCE" - Chapter 2 (Man/Man)

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All of the characters are
fictitious, as are the locales.  If any aspect of male/male relationships
offends you or if you are averse to anything gay, please leave now.

			   A  VICTORIAN  ROMANCE
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	 Copyright 1999 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved

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			  Chapter 2 - Settling In
			  -----------------------

I still had my arm around Wally's waist as we reached the bedroom.  I
opened the door and he smiled at me.  "Sure you wanna do this, Wayne?"

"As sure as I've been of anything in my life, my Wally.  I am absolutely
sure!" I reassured him.  He smiled again, a marvelous full smile that made
me slightly weak in the knees.  We walked into the room and I locked the
door.  I don't know from whom, but I locked it anyway.

Wally turned to face me and held me at arms length and gave me a quick
once-over.  "All right if I undress you, Wayne?"

I nodded my head and Wally smiled again.  "I don't think I will ever tire
of this gorgeous man's smile," I thought to myself.  "It's so wide and warm
and his eyes sparkle so beautifully whenever he does."

Wally began to unbutton my shirt - slowly and smoothly.  I thrilled at the
touch of him - this beautiful man.  As he did he began to play his hands
over my chest hairs and nipples.

"Hairy, aren't we?"

I immediately panicked when he said this.  "My God!" I thought, "He hates
hairy men.  What am I going to do?  I'm covered in hair!"

But Wally allayed my panic almost immediately.  He leaned forward and
whispered softly and sensuously in my ear, "Just love men with acres of
hair on their bodies."  He gave me another of his patented breathtaking
smiles and I was totally and completely his.

He took off the shirt and tossed it on the bed and then began to unbuckle
my belt.  My jeans dropped to the floor and I slowly stepped out of them.
I was left wearing only my plaid boxers.  I could feel my hard cock snaking
down one of the legs.

"You have a beautiful body, Wayne," Wally said in soft seductive tones.
"You are really beautiful.  Knew that when I first saw you.  You have a
runner's body - a swimmers body; absolutely love that in a man?  All sinew
and muscle."

I started to tear up.  I was overwhelmed.  "Thanks, Wally.  Nobody's ever
told me that before.  Nobody!  I've always thought of myself as a very
ordinary looking man with a very ordinary looking body."

"Not so.not so, Wayne?  Find you very beautiful and very desirable?"

I was totally overcome by Wally's statements.  I slowly raised my hands to
the buttons on his shirt.  "May I?" I asked him.

"Of course," he replied.

I began to unbutton his shirt - the same way that had done mine - slowly
and sensually.  I let my hands play over the skin as it became exposed.  I
marveled at his stunning chest.  It was like a work of art - it was like a
Renaissance or Baroque sculpture.  Wally was about 6'-4", with a wide chest
and broad shoulders.  He had extremely well defined pecs and very classic
six-pack (maybe even eight-pack) abs.  His waist was narrow - I guessed
33-inches - and he had the most magnificently cute ass.  To my eyes he was
perfect - perfect in every way.  His body seemed to positively glow in the
diffused lighting of the room.  What a splendid specimen of manhood; I
wanted him more than I ever remembered wanting anybody.

I unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop; he stepped out of them.  I
moved back a step or two so that I could take in the full picture of this
superior specimen of manliness.  He was a Greek god to me.  He didn't have
one of those massive muscle bound bodies but one that was very muscular
without the ostentation of bodybuilders.

"You are absolutely gorgeous, Wally; you are the most beautiful thing I
have seen in a very long time."  He looked down at the floor and when he
lifted his head again, he had a strange almost panicked look on his face.
I walked up to him again and kissed him while slowly moving one hand down
to his inviting bulge.  He was wearing white cotton briefs and he looked
gorgeous in them.  As I moved my fingers around his package he suddenly
pulled away quickly taking two or three steps backwards.

"Too fast...too fast!  Must slow down.  Must tell you something?  Need to
tell you something important Wayne?"

"What, Wally?  What's the matter?  Help me!  What's wrong?  This is all so
new to me."

"No, you're doing fine, Wayne.  Uh...can we stop for a minute?  Talk for a
bit?  Few things I need to discuss with you and some things I need you to
know about me?  Okay?"

"Sure, Wally.  Anything you want."  I was disappointed that my first love
making session with this man would have to be postponed, but I sensed that
Wally needed to talk.  I kissed him lightly on his appealing and sensuous
lips and chest as we walked into the sitting room.  I turned on some
soothing music and sat down next to him on a love seat.

Wally tried to calm himself.  He took a few deep breaths that seemed to
work.  He seemed to be settling down.  "Wayne, I'd like to tell you a
little about myself?  Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, Wally, anything."  I figured the guy must have a slew of problems to
talk out; and didn't we all?  I'd give him the time - he deserved it.

"I'm gonna give you a very brief history of the life and times of Wallace
Kenneth Travers."  He gave me a small and bashful smile.

"That's a beautiful name - Wallace Kenneth Travers.  Very, very nice."

"Thanks.  Glad you like it?"  He paused again and took another deep breath.
"I grew up in Montana.  My father owned a ranch and there was my mom and
six kids - me, three brothers and two sisters?  I was next to the youngest
- only my brother Maxwell was younger?  It was a very hard life in more
ways than one.  We didn't have much money, my father drank and...and he
beat us kids regularly?  My mom didn't even seem to even notice what was
going on.  She was off her own little world of denial?  All the older boys
ran away from home when they turned sixteen?  My sisters married local
ranchers and they too left very early?

"I probably knew I was gay by the age of ten or eleven?  Max and I used to
engage in all kinds of boy sex.  Before puberty we'd suck each other and
push fingers up each other's asses?  I liked it and I think Max did too?
We did it every time we could?  After I reached puberty we stopped
because...uh...because I became very...ashamed of w-what we're
d-doing...and also Max said he had discovered girls...which he said he
liked better?  When I was sixteen, on my sixteenth birthday, Christmas Day,
I left the ranch.  I hated leaving Max behind but I had to get outta there.
I hitched to Billings and got a bus.  I headed south?"

"Did you have any particular place to go?"

"No.  I just wanted to go where it was warm, away from the lousy cold and
snow of Montana, so I headed south?  I wound up in New Orleans.  I bussed
table in a nice restaurant in the French Quarter.  I got the job because I
looked very presentable?  I had a real crappy place in a rooming house and
I met a girl who also roomed there.  We went out a few times but didn't do
anything; she wasn't interested in me and I wasn't interested in her.  She
really had another boyfriend but she was always fighting with him?  One day
she told me she was pregnant and her father would kill her if she wasn't
married.  She wondered if I could marry her and be a father to her child?
What the hell did I know?  I was a sixteen- year-old kid straight off the
farm?  She was nineteen?

"I said yes and we were married in Mississippi?  I never slept with her
intimately.  Three week after we married she had a miscarriage?  She never
came back to me and the marriage was annulled by her family?  I stayed in
New Orleans until summer then gradually started moving north.  I eventually
wound up in New York City.  I went back to high school and got my diploma
always working part-time to earn money?"

"That's great, Wally.  It shows a very strong character."

Wally blushed.  "Thanks.  I went to the John Jay College of Criminal
Justice and received my degree after three years of very hard work?  I
worked as a security guard to earn money and it was pretty good.  But I was
a farm boy at heart and I knew I wanted to get out of the city?  So when I
heard of an opening up here as a county deputy sheriff I applied for it and
got it?

"The real problems started when I had to go for the physical exam?"  Here
Wally paused in his narrative and I could see tears forming in his eyes.
"Wayne, during that physical it was discovered.it was discovered that I had
some very s-serious...serious physical problems?  Need to talk to you about
these problems?  Okay?"

"Yeah...sure," I said, though thoroughly confused.  "You know that you can
tell me whatever you want.  I'm here to listen...and help if I can.  Quite
honestly, you don't look like a man with any serious physical problems to
me, but then you know best."

"Appreciate your understanding."  Wally paused and turned his head to look
at me; he looked deeply into my eyes and with much portent.  "Wayne, I
d-d-don't really know how.how to say this, so I'm gonna c-c-come right out
with it?  I'm not...I'm not as I appear.  I'm...deformed.  I'm...I'm
n-n-not a whole...not a complete man?"

I was stunned but really didn't know what he meant.  "What?  Not a...whole
man?  Is that what you said?"

He nodded slowly.

"What does that mean?"

"Wayne, during that physical something was found?"  He paused again and
searched my face for a reaction; he could find nothing and so he continued.
"Underwent a whole series of t-t-tests and it was found I h-h-had...had
testicular cancer.  Then had the necessary s-s-surgery; my right t-t-
testicle was removed?"

I sat there, slightly staggered.  Wally continued.  "Then it was months and
months of chemotherapy?  Lost most of my hair and lots of weight and when
it was over and the doctors said I was fine and should live a long and
healthy life I began a physical activities program and got into weight
lifting and bodybuilding and all?  Why I have such a body now?  I'm still
on medication, which I take every day, and have to see an oncologist every
few months."  He started to cry very hard now.

"How long ago was that Wally?"

"Two years.  Oh, Wayne?  I h-h-have only one...have only one testicle; I'm
a freak...understand?  I'm a freak, a..." He became completely
unintelligible.

I knew I had to do something and to say something to allay Wally's obvious
feelings of inadequacy.  I kissed him again and put my arms around him,
pulling that great body to mine.  He started to cry, his whole body
trembling and shaking almost uncontrollably.  I held him even tighter and
kissed his neck and shoulders over and over again.  I rocked him back and
forth slowly and tried to calm him down by whispering soothing things into
his ear.  Wally just continued to cry.  For the second time this day I had
someone literally crying on my shoulder.

"Wally?  Wally?  Listen to me...please listen to me."  I held his body out
at arm's length, shook him slightly and spoke in a very commanding voice.
"Listen!  There is nothing to be ashamed of.  Nothing!  You had a terrible
disease and now you're cured.  That's the only thing that matters; that you
are free of the disease and the fact we're together now.  Do you understand
that?  We are together and that's what really matters.  Isn't it?"

Wally nodded his head; I clasped him to my chest again as I continued to
speak soothingly and in a very calm voice to him.  He gradually began to
slow his crying.  When he lifted his head, he again had a panic stricken
look on his face.  "There's s-s-something else, Wayne."

"Tell me, Wally.  Let's have no secrets, okay?"

He nodded his head again.  "I also...I h-h-have..." he took a deep breath
"...I have an extremely...a very small penis...I'm sorry, Wayne...I have a
very small cock...and...and I'm very...everybody's always made fun
of...me...great big guy with a teeny cock.  I'm so ashamed...so many people
have rejected me...said I was too little...and laughed...even Max rejected
me...said I was..."

He began crying again.  I just didn't know what to do.  I was at a loss.
Here I was, holding this stunning man in my arms, and trying to reassure
him that his so-called physical problems did not bother me or worry me.
They truly didn't!  Not one bit!  But how do I assure him?  I knew that
convincing Wally would not be easy; he had endured years of being ridiculed
for his physical condition.  I knew that a short talk from me would not
allay his fears.  However, I also knew that I had to make a start.

"Wally.Wally, please listen to me again.  I've only known you for a very
short time - only a matter of hours really.  But I know you are a caring
person.  You brought Chris back even though you didn't have to do that.
You cared about his welfare and happiness so much that you went to the
extra trouble to make sure that the kid was not put in an uncaring foster
home; that he was given a chance for a little happiness.  That tells me a
lot about you as a human being.  That's what I want more than anything else
in a friend or companion or a mate, or a lover - I want that person to be a
good person.  I know that being a good person sounds trite and cliche, but
that is the most important aspect of a person to me.  I want to know that
anybody I choose to become close to is a good and decent human being.  And
I think that you are that kind of person, Wallace Kenneth Travers."

I lifted his head and very, very wet face off my shoulders and looked
directly into his eyes.  He was still crying pretty hard, nodding his head
and I know he had difficulty in seeing me.  I gave him a big smile and
kissed him on his very wet face and lips.  "Wally, the problems that you
described don't concern me in the slightest.  It's you as a person that is
the most important to me not your physical problems - real or imagined.
You!  You, Wally, who you really are - who you are deep down - as a human
being - that's what counts with me."

He tried to speak but couldn't.  I grasped him and made him stand up with
me.  I walked slowly back into the bedroom steering Wally all they way.  I
left him and turned down the bed.  I just hoped he wouldn't fall over as I
left him standing by himself.  I whispered in his ear, "Come, sweetheart,
lets get into bed together and let me hold you and let me reassure you and
let you know that nothing you've told me bothers me or makes me think less
of you as a man."  I sat Wally down on the edge of the bed, lifted his legs
up and pushed his shoulders down, until he was recumbent.  I covered him
with the sheet and blanket and then went around to the other side and got
in.

I maneuvered Wally so that he was lying with his head on my chest.  I felt
so comfortable with this gorgeous hunk with me in bed - even though he was
still sobbing and getting my chest all wet.  I slowly stroked his neck,
shoulder and back with my hand, trying to make him feel that I was not
rejecting him in any way.

As Wally continued to sob, I thought about the events of today - and what
an incredible day it had been!  First the situation with Chris and his
screwed up home life and now the problems of Deputy Wally Travers.  Christ!
Not to mention the whole experience of moving into and living in this new
house.  This had become more of a new life than I had ever anticipated.

I slowly rubbed Wally beautiful body; it occurred to me that I had never
been in bed with a man before.  Never!  What has happened to change that?
I had never even engaged in male sex when I was a boy or a teen.  I had
been strictly heterosexual.  Now, the second night in my new home, I had
this wonderful creature in bed with me - and a young boy sleeping upstairs
in the turret.  Of course, the person I had in bed with me was crying, not
that different from what a lot of the women I had gone to bed with had
done.

Wally finally stopped crying; I reached for some tissues and wiped his
face.  I was certain he had fallen asleep because his breathing was so
regular and shallow.  But suddenly he lifted his head and gave me a shy
smile.  "Hi, Wayne.  Sorry about the crying jag?  Thanks for
everything...your understanding...your caring..."

"Nothing to thank me for, Wally.  You needed some help and comforting;
fortunately I was conveniently here and, I must say, very happy to give
it."  I smiled back at him and gave his body a little squeeze.  His skin
felt so smooth.  I loved the feel of it and I could notice that I was
getting hard again.  I hoped Wally hadn't noticed because I did not want
him to feel obligated to have sex with me tonight.

I soothingly rubbed his chest - the hard muscles were an incredible turn-on
for me.  I moved my hands over one of his nipples and he let out a tiny,
high-pitched moan.  "Oh, Wayne, that feels so wonderful!" he said with what
I thought was a hint of panic in his voice.  "It's been such a long time
since...since...anybody..."

I took this as a signal that Wally did want to engage in a little sex
tonight.  I was certainly willing, but never having made love to a man
before, I was slightly at a loss.  "Where do I begin?" I asked myself.
"Exactly what do I do?  Men are not built the same way as women!"

I finally decided that men and women do have pretty much the same working
parts and I would do to him like I did to countless women in the past.  I
would begin to play with and caress Wally's sensitive body parts...and I'm
sure Wally would let me know if I was doing things right or wrong.

I kissed him on his beautiful, full lips and stroked his face with my
hands.  He moaned slightly as I let my hands move down from his face to his
neck and down to that marvelous chest.  I loved those high- pitched moans
of his - they were so cute and endearing.

We kissed passionately as my hands roamed his chest.  It lightly rubbed the
palm of one hand over his very erect nipples and again he moaned; however,
this was during a deep kiss and his moan vibrated on my tongue and sent
shivers up my spine.  Deputy Wally was making me really, really hot.  And I
felt wonderful.

I knew that sooner or later I would have to see Wally's package - his very
small dick (as he called it) and his mutilated ball sac.  I pulled the
covers back and noticed that his cock was straining against the confines of
his briefs.  I licked Wally's ear while I slipped my fingers into the
elastic on the waistband of his underwear.  I could feel a sudden tension
quickly build and a sense of panic begin to pervade his body - he was
getting quite upset.

"Take it easy my big guy, my beautiful big guy," I whispered to him.  "Stay
calm.  There is nothing - absolutely nothing - that will make me love you
less.  Nothing.  You are my man - you are for me, and I am for you.
Remember what I told you?  It's all true!"

Even my saying this did not seem to lessen his sense of panic.  I suppose
years of rejection and abuse by others cannot suddenly disappear.  I
soothing stroked his lower abdomen and his sides while I continued to
whisper soothing words into his ear.  "Wally?  There is nothing to be
fearful about.  I accept people the way they are.  I do not have illusions
of what they might be - just as I hope I have no illusions about myself.
You said earlier that I treated Chris like royalty.  That may be true.  But
that's the way I treat everybody!  That's the way I am.  Each human being
is entitled to be treated in the best and kindest way possible.  Okay?  Do
you understand that?"

He nodded and gave me a small smile, then exhaled deeply.  I continued, "I
am not perfect and know that I can never be.  I accept my many failings and
inadequacies as they are, and I do not look for perfection in others.  I
also do not look for the inadequacies in others and I do not try to exploit
them.  Am I making myself clear?"

He nodded again.  "Good!  Right now, what I want more than anything in the
world is to make you comfortable with me."  I need to begin washing away
the humiliations that Wally had encountered for all these years.

I could feel the tension slowly lessen in his body; his breathing became
more regular.  I continued to rub that wonderful chest.  I lowered my head
and slowly began licking one of Wally's very large and very erect nipples.
The feel of it on my tongue was one of the great pleasures of my life.  I
could feel it throbbing and pulsing and my enjoyment was boundless.

I know Wally was feeling great too because he was moaning up a storm.  I
thought I could never get enough of the high-pitched squeaks and emanating
from this beautiful man.  I thought that it was so very unusual for such a
big man to emit such child like sounds.  I had to smile as I continued to
work on first one and the then other of Wally's gorgeous nipples.  I nipped
at them very lightly and he seemed to love that.  He started to wiggle his
incredibly cute, tight little ass on the bed and I loved that too - I loved
everything about this hunk.  I was also intellectually captivated and
enthralled by the process of making love to a man for the first time.

After lavishing much of my saliva on Wally's wonderful chest and nipples, I
raised my head and sat back on my haunches.  I was able to see his entire
body - and it totally mesmerized me.  Wally had his arms spread out wide on
the bed and I noticed that he did not have much hair in his armpits, and
this fascinated me because I have lots.  As I looked down his body I saw
his cock straining in his briefs and I knew I wanted to and had to remove
that garment very soon.

I scooted down the bed while continuing to rub Wally's wet chest.  I
pinched his nipples between my fingers and he let out another round of
moans and squeaks.  When I was positioned over his constrained package, I
gently slipped my finger under the elastic of his briefs, pulled them away
from his body and slowly peeled them off.  He raised that endearing little
butt to help me.  After I got them over his feet (and Wally had
exceptionally beautiful feet - really very cute) I returned to looking at
his package.

Wally's cock was standing straight up.  As he had said, it was small,
probably no more than 3-1/2 inches fully erect I estimated.  Yet for some
unexplained reason I thought it was fabulous and very beautifully.  I found
Wally's undersized cock to be extremely erotic and totally captivating; I
could not take my eyes off of it.  Wally was uncircumcised; like Chris he
had a rather long foreskin that covered the entire head.  And, honestly,
his dick was about the same size as Chris'.  It was nestled in a very small
bush of exquisite blond hair.  Wally had very little hair in his crotch
keeping with the basically hairless condition of the rest of his body.

I had to admit, though, that Wally did look somewhat strange - he had this
great, large body and a really small penis.  Things looked totally out of
proportion.  I began to question my own sense of reality.  "Did I like his
small cock because it was so strange?  Or that he had this incredible body
and this really small dick?  Or, on the other hand, didn't it matter to me?
Didn't it matter?"

I looked at him and smiled.  He gave me a crooked smile in return and
shrugged his shoulders slightly.  "It's beautiful, Wally," I said in a
whisper.  "You have nothing - absolutely nothing - to be ashamed about."

"Really Wayne?  You really like it?"

"I love it.  I do!  I only hope you like my cock as much."  With that he
reached over and began to slowly remove my boxers.  Since I was still
kneeling, he slid them down very carefully until they were at my knees.  I
then sat back on my haunches and my cock slapped me in the abdomen.

His facial expression told it all - and I was thrilled as could be.  "Oh,
god, Wayne!  Oh, god!  You got a...a...a real incredible cock...
It's...it's magnificent!  It's so beautiful...and so straight...And your
balls!  Oh, my god!"  I was thrilled that Wally was making such a fuss
about my genitals.  I know I had a big cock - about 7-1/2 inches long,
circumcised and quite thick; I also had large, low hanging balls.  The
entire area around my crotch was covered in thick dark brown hair and my
ball sac was also very hairy.  "Oh my god, Wayne!  You are just fabulous!'

"And so are you, my gorgeous Wally.  You are more beautiful than you
believe.  And I want nobody else in my life except you."  I leaned over and
we kissed passionately while Wally reached out a hand and began to stroke
my cock and balls.  It was an absolutely heavenly feeling.  It was the real
feel of love.  I knew my heartbeat was reaching an incredible rate.  Wally
was so gentle with me, though; I had never had anyone caress me with this
kind of love and gentle affection.

I knew I needed to return to more lovemaking to Wally's penis, to show him
how much I loved what he had to offer me.  I moved slightly down on the bed
after standing up first to get off my boxers.  Wally complained when he had
to let go of my cock but I reassured him that he would seeing lots of that
fellow - and very soon.

I maneuvered my self until I was between Wally's legs and for the first
time I saw his scrotum.

"Wayne...Wayne..." Wally moaned, "don't hate me?  Please don't hate me?"

I kissed the tip of his foreskin and swirled my tongue very lightly around
the ridge of his still covered cock head.  I looked up at him.  He had a
panicked expression on his face and looked almost like he was going to cry
again.  "Wally, oh my wonderful Wally, I could never, ever hate you.  You
are my man.  Don't you know that yet?  You are!"  I blew him a kiss and he
managed a small smile.

I looked down at his ball bag.  True to his word, Wally had only one
testicle.  It was not a low hanger, but was hugging his body closely; there
definitely was only one.  Wally's ball sac appeared to be completely
hairless and his one testicle was large.  I could see a scar on the right
side of his scrotum.

It was strange to see a man with only one testicle but I knew that it did
not bother me; I was so taken, so smitten with Deputy Wally that nothing
could have dissuaded me from making love to him.  As I had told him, he was
my man - my very first man - and I loved what I was doing to him and I also
loved what he was doing for me.

I moved my hand to grasp his testicle and he let out a tremendous moan.  I
was afraid it would wake up Chris who was sleeping two floors above us.
That's how big a moan he delivered.  The feel of that incredibly smooth
skin on my hand was so wonderful that I too let out a loud moan.  I gently
rolled Wally's single testicle around and around in my hand; I squeezed it
slightly and Wally moaned again.  I absolutely loved the soft/hard feel of
it; the overpowering sensation of warmth and love permeating my body was
immense.

I moaned my delight to him.  "Wally, you are really so beautiful.  And I
don't think there's a man alive that can be more beautiful and loving than
you.  I love everything that you are."

Wally started to cry and I knew I would have to comfort him.  He was really
such a big kid.  I gently let go of him and crawled up next to him.  We
were chest to chest; I wrapped him in my arms and held him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Wayne.  So sorry!  Know I'm behaving like a baby?
Blubbering like this?  You're the first person who ever said that to me?
So many people have...everybody else has just...just rejected me and
made...made me feel like I wasn't even a m-m-man?  Oh, Wayne.  I'm sorry to
be carrying on this way but I can't help it?"

"There's nothing to apologize for, my Wallykins.  I understand.  You are
very, very special to me and from what you've told me I know you had some
very difficult times.  But all of that is over.  It's finished!  Because
I'm here for you, you are here for me and we have found each other.  Things
are going to be wonderful for us.  Do you believe what I'm saying?"

He smiled and nodded.  We kissed and held onto each other tightly until
Wally calmed down again and was able to give me a big smile.  I gave him a
peck on his lips.  "Wallykins, I'm going to resume what I was doing before.
Do you have any objection?"

"No, Wayne," he said with a smile on his face.  "No objection."

I was thrilled to be able to make love to Wally's great body again.  I
started slowly, like we had just begun our lovemaking.  I kissed him all
over his face, kissed his ears and down his neck and throat until I reached
those gloriously throbbing nipples again.  I knew I could spend the rest of
my life sucking and nipping of Wally's fabulous nipples.  But I also knew I
needed to get on with something different.  I slowly traced my tongue from
Wally's big pulsing nipple to his glorious armpit.  He was practically
hairless here and I knew I just had to taste that moist, alluring flesh.  I
think I took him by surprise as I slowly ran my tongue over his exposed
armpit.  He jumped slightly and his eyes opened wide.

"Nobody...nobody's ever done that to me before, Wayne?  It's so great!
Absolutely great!"

"Thanks Wally.  I know I love doing it to you."  And I most certainly did!
The taste of Wally was strong here and I relished it; his small amount of
hair here made the operation even more exciting.  I made sure I thoroughly
wetted his entire pit before I moved to the other one.  It was equally as
good and satisfying; Wally began bouncing his tight little butt on the bed.

After thoroughly wetting down Wally's armpits I traced my tongue to his
nipples again, licking and sucking and biting them.  Wally's moans were a
delight to my ears.  I drew my tongue down his chest eventually coming to
his navel.  I ran my tongue over the surface and as deep into it as I could
get.  I followed the very thin line of blonde hair between Wally's navel
and his pubic thatch.  I licked and sucked and wet down his thin pubic
mound completely.  He tasted so marvelous, so clean and so soft.  I
repositioned myself between his legs; I could feel Wally becoming tense
again.

"Wally, we've been through this already," I said in the gentlest way I knew
how.

"I know, Wayne, but...but...the memories are still...all those
memories...they're still so fresh..."

"I know, my sweet, I know.  I want you Wally, and that's all I care about
now.  I really want you.  I need to show you how much you mean to me at
this time and how important you are.  So please relax, and let any feeling
that I may generate in you extend to every corner of your body - and enjoy
what I am about to do."

I took his scrotum in my hand and gently manipulated it.  I was looking at
his face; it seemed to be a combination of terror and longing; I could
still see tears running down his cheeks.  I continued to soothingly rub his
ball sac and his testicle; gradually, very gradually, I noticed that Wally
began to relax and the expression on his face changed from one of terror to
one of questioning, from one of longing to one of desire, from one of fear
to one of anticipation.  He began to breath more heavily; I knew that he
was ready.

I gently whispered to him, "You feel wonderful to me, my great big Wally.
You are my man, aren't you?"  He nodded.  "You like what I am doing to you
and it feels wonderful, doesn't it?"  He nodded again.  "You would like me
to continue doing this and to do even more, don't you?"  He nodded very
vigorously.

I lowered my head and slowly brought my lips to Wally single testicle.  I
kissed it and then I kissed it again.  Wally was moaning his high-pitched
moans and squeaking and laughing and crying all at the same time.  It was
quite a demonstration.

I began licking Wally's scrotum, moving my tongue all over the surface of
that mutilated ball bag.  It tasted delicious - it was absolutely Wally.
The taste of this man was strong and bracing and invigorating.  I loved
what I was doing and decided to take the final step - I sucked his single
testicle into my mouth.  I moved my tongue all over it applying tremendous
attention to rolling it around my tongue.  I could feel the scar on Wally's
scrotum, but the fell of his single large testicle in my mouth was the only
thing that mattered at all to me.

Wally was going absolutely ballistic on me; I was so happy that he was
appreciating my attentions but wished that he would calm down some.  His
extreme movements were throwing off my timing.  I continued sucking his
testicle, even biting down very lightly on his ball sack.  He seemed to
love it as much as I did.  I loved the hardness of Wally's ball, but then
again, I also loved the softness of it.  That great soft/hard feel, the way
it seemed to float so freely in the sac, that taste of Wally scrotal skin -
they all combined to give me immense pleasure.  I also ventured behind
Wally's ball bag - and the taste and feel of his skin there drove me to new
and unbelievable heights of passion.

I realized that I had not paid too much attention to Wally's cock, and I
did not want him to become too conscious of my neglect.  I left Wall's
testicle and ball sac slip from my mouth and moved up to take his cock into
my mouth.  I brought my fingers up to the shaft and rubbed it very lightly.
I began to peel the skin back from the head of his cock.  The head was
beautiful and large; it was a bright pink in color.  I loved what I saw and
began to lick it while simultaneously stroking the shaft with my fingers.
I forced my tongue into Wally's piss slit and worked it back and forth,
trying to give him (and me) maximum satisfaction.  It was obviously working
because I was getting very hot and Wally was squirming his hips and bottom.

"Oh, God, Wayne!  Nobody's ever done this for me since Maxie.and that
was.was so long ago?" Wally managed to croak and pant out.

I looked up at him, smile and said, "Well, you have a new full-time lover
now."

I returned to his dick, this time working my tongue around the ridge of the
head.  I went around and around, gradually applying more pressure and
occasionally letting the flat of my tongue lick the entire head.  The taste
was more of Wally, a taste I had come to adore.

I began to go down on the shaft with my mouth.  It wasn't long before I
reached his bush and I inhaled deeply trying to get every bit of Wally
taste and smell.  His short, fully erect cock fit so comfortably in my
mouth - I had taken in every bit of Wally and just adored it.  In a way, I
was glad that Wally was no bigger than he was; I could comfortably fit his
entire dick into my mouth without it hitting the back of my throat and
causing a severe gag reflex.

Wally was continuing to moan and squeak and pant heavily.  I slowly began
to jack his cock, slowly going up and down that shaft sucking and applying
the most pressure I could summon.  I love the feel of it as the shaft
slipped between my lips and the head remained in my mouth to tongue and
fondle.  Suddenly I found the Wally's cock was getting thicker - not longer
but just considerably thicker.  I knew something was about to happen so I
mounted a fierce attach on his organ.  He thrust his hips up and down and
began to scream.  I noticed something very warm, quite thick and
salty/sweet on my tongue and at the back of my mouth.  I realized that
Wally was shooting his load.

I continued to suck until the ache in me jaw told me that I had reached the
end.  I slowly pulled off of Wally's dick, while giving it one last
tremendous suck.  He moaned loudly as his body continued to quiver and
shake.  I sat back on my haunches and swallowed Wally's load.  I continued
to watch his face and body as my new love slowly beginning to calm down
from his exuberant high.

I crawled up next to him and wrapped my arms around his body.  He rolled
over to me and we hugged and kissed with abandon.

Wally spoke first, through his tears.  "Wayne, oh Wayne, it's been...been
years...since I've felt this...this good?  Thank you.  I just...just don't
know what...what else to say...but thank you."

"You don't have to say anything, Wally.  I want you to know that I loved
everything that we did together."

He began to cry hard again and he wanted to speak.  He fought valiantly to
calm down, and them spoke through tears.  "Wayne, don't try to stop me.
You don't know how marvelous you've been to me tonight?  You're a truly
compassionate person to be able to make love to such a freak as I am?  No,
please don't say anything?  Don't say a thing!  I know it was difficult to
make love to a guy with one ball and such a small dick?  But you were
wonderful and I loved what you did for me?  I'll never forget how.how truly
loving you were and how great you made me feel tonight."

I was getting concerned at Wally's comments and more than a little bit
angry.  "Are you going some place, Wally?" I asked.

"I think...uh...I know I gotta get going now?"

"Why do you have to leave?"  I sat up and there was certainly anger in my
voice.  I know Wally recognized it.  "Where are you going?  Going to slink
back to your little hovel to lick your wounds.  What wounds, Wally?  What
wounds?" I almost shouted.

Wally looked at me, his eyes absolutely burning!  He had stopped crying and
looked rather ashamed.  "Why would you want to have me hang around here?"

"Why?  Why?  What the hell is wrong with you?  Have you no feelings about
other people?  Maybe I've been totally wrong about you and your concerns
for others!  Are you totally consumed by your own supposed needs and your
imagined problems to the point that you forget other people's feelings?"

"Don't know what you're getting at, Wayne?"

"Getting at?  Getting at?" I was getting frantic and felt myself beginning
to lose control.  "What I'm getting at?  Are you so dense that you don't
know what I want?  And what I need?  Do you think that I gave you a mercy
blowjob?  Is that what you think?  That I made love to your small dick and
your one non-cancerous ball because I feel sorry for you?"

Wally just stared at me.  I could see that he was beginning to understand.
"Wayne, I think you've got it wrong?  I don't want to leave?  I know I have
to leave?"  He just stared at me.  "I know I have to leave...have to leave
because...because I'm falling for you.  Don't think it would be right?
Wouldn't be right for you.  In a small town like this everyone knows
everyone's business?  Tongues would wag too much if we begin seeing each
other regular?"

I was certainly stunned at Wally's explanation; I managed to calm myself
before I spoke.  "Why don't you let me worry about that?  Okay?  I think we
could be wonderful together.  I really do!"  I looked at Wally with a
rather contrite expression on my face.  "I'm sorry I said those things,
Wally.  I didn't understand what you were trying to say."

"That's okay, Wayne.  Know I don't really know how to express myself so
good?"  He looked at me with very sad eyes and a small smile.  "I'll try
better in the future."  He leaned in for a light kiss and I could see that
his little dick was already hard again.  I lowered my hand and gently
stroked it while Wally moved his hand and began to stroke me.  We held each
other comfortingly and with soothing love.

Wally lifted his head and looked at me with a sort of bashful, boyish look
on his face.  "I'm the king of cocksuckers in these parts?" he said with a
grin.  Then he became much quieter.  "I had to learn to give real good head
if I ever wanted to see a man again?  I never let them undress me or let
them...let them see my s-s-small dick and mutilated b-b-balls?"  Wally
became suddenly silent and just looked to me, almost like a wounded animal.
"Wayne, you are the first person to s-s-see m-m-me since the operation.
The very first!"

I wrapped my arms around him again and held him close.  I tried to comfort
him and maybe to restore some of his confidence and self-esteem.  "Wally,
I've never been made love to by a man before; of course, I never had a
blowjob from a man in my life.  But I know I want you!  I absolutely want
you!  Could you...please?  I know I would love it!"

Wally didn't say anything, but I could immediately feel his lips slowly
nibbling on my ear.  He licked my face and we kissed.  I could feel one of
his hands begin to lightly brush my chest hair and it felt wonderful.  He
licked down my chin, onto my throat, sucked my Adam's apple, and then the
hollow at the base of my neck.  It all felt so new and different.  I felt
so incredibly alive; parts of my body were reacting to stimuli that I had
never experienced before.

Wally's hand on my chest found one of my nipples and he began to play with
it, first by rubbing the palm over the whole surface and then when it
became erect, pinching the nipple lightly with his fingers.  I think I
began to squirm and moan when Wally began to do this to me.  I say "I
think" because I am not completely sure what exactly happened - what was
reality and what was a dream-like fantasy.  All I knew was that I was
feeling marvelous and was floating in a new world of sensuous delights.

He moved until he was able to get his mouth around those very erect
nipples; he began working them over with his lips, tongue and teeth.  It
was delicious.  He would work one, we would kiss passionately, then he
would work the other; we would kiss passionately again, before he began the
cycle again.  What bliss!  What absolute pleasure!

Wally kissed down my chest, licking and sucking on my skin and rather
plentiful hair, pulling those hairs gently with his lips.  As he went lower
and lower I got hotter and hotter.and more and more excited.  Then he came
to my crotch.  I could feel the hot breaths of air coming from his nose and
mouth on my skin and the feeling was wonderful and weird.  Wonderful in
that I loved everything that Wally was doing to me, and weird because
knowing that a man was making love to me definitely was still upsetting in
a way.  Was this the way it was meant to be?  Two men making love to each
other and liking it?

He began licking my pubic mound and sucking hard on my flesh.  I think he
was also biting.  I was so overall tingly that I felt that I was losing
control of my body and my controllable functions.  I have an exceedingly
hairy crotch and Wally was wetting it down quite thoroughly.  I felt his
saliva running down the skin and onto my scrotum.  He blew a stream of his
warm breath over my very erect cock and onto my balls.  I must have jumped
two feet in the air when he did this.  It was so sexual - so incredibly
stimulating and so unimaginably wonderful.

Wally then proceeded to make love to me in the most unbelievable ways.  He
sucked me all over, he licked, he buried his head in my crotch and I felt
wonderful and fulfilled.  He rubbed my anus and cleft until I was a mass of
quivering muscle and bone.  He jacked my cock with his mouth and fingered
my balls with his hands.  He brought me to an earthmoving, ear shattering,
head banging climax, the likes of which I could not recall since my teenage
days.  It was a climax to end all climaxes.  I was physically and
emotionally drained.  I was totally limp; I was complete.

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Thirty minutes later, Wally was asleep nestled in my loving embrace.  His
head was on my chest and his legs were thrown over mine.  I held him with
one arm and the other I had on my forehead.  My mind was a whir again.
"I've just had sex with a man," I thought to myself.  "And I loved it.  I
really loved it.  What has happened to me?  Have I turned gay?  Have I
become queer?  God! How I hated that word!  But was it so?  All I knew was
that I had found a wonderful, caring, beautiful person - a person who could
make my life comprehensive once again.

As I felt myself drifting off to sleep the answer finally struck me: I
didn't just want men - I wanted only Wally.  I was in love with Wally as a
person, as a caring and wonderful person; therefore the fact that my
partner was male did not matter.  It was the emotional and physical
strength that he exuded that I need and wanted.  Wally was my soul mate -
he completed and complimented me - and we were one.

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I woke up the next morning feeling incredibly refreshed and alive.  But I
was alone in my bed.  Where was Wally?  Suddenly I smelled the greatest
aroma in the world - the smell of fresh coffee brewing.  I quickly put on a
pair of shorts and went down to the kitchen.

Wally and Chris were cooking breakfast.  And it looked marvelous.  When
Chris saw me he ran over and threw his arms around me and kissed me.

"G'mornin', Wayne.  Have a good sleep?"

"Yes!  It was great Chris.  How about you?"

"It was 'solutely wunnerful!"  He was jumping around in that way that young
boys jump around (with all their incredible energy) when they're excited
about something; they just cannot stand still.  "When I got up t'day I seen
all over the town and ever'body goin' t'work.  I jus' love sleepin' in the
turret!"

"I'm glad you like it.  If you want, you can sleep there as long as you
stay."

"I want!  I want!" he said insistently while still jumping up and down.

"I like your hair, Chris."  His long, straggly hair was combed into a very
neat ponytail and tied with a rubber band.

"Isn't it great?  Wally did it for me.  It's so neat!  I love it!"

He went back to making pancakes and I walked over to Wally and put my arms
around him.  "Good morning, you great stud," I whispered in his ear.  He
was washing up and turned his head so he could plant a quick kiss on my
lips.  He was also wearing only shorts and the sight of his magnificent
chest in the full morning light of the kitchen took my breath away.  Wally
was one gorgeous hunk!  "I'm so glad that both of my men are getting along
so well," I whispered into his ear.

"That's very easy.  You make it easy for us, you big love, you?"  We kissed
again and I felt myself getting aroused once more by this man.  I rubbed my
hand over his back and down to his waist as he turned back to continue his
work.  I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him slowly and loving
on his bare, broad shoulders.

While we were eating a really great breakfast we discussed what we were
going to do for the day.  I suggested that we drive to the Albany area and
visit a mall so we could get Chris new clothes.  Wally wanted to visit some
antique places that he knew.  When asked why, he said that it would be nice
to fill up this place some.  He complained that there were so many empty
rooms that we need to fill them.  What would happen if members of my family
were to visit?  Where would we put them?

I had to admit that Wally had a very convincing argument so it was agreed
that first the mall then the antiques places.

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When we arrived back at the house (which still did not have a name, I
noted), we saw three people walking down the front steps.  They were
dressed very casually and looked like locals.  I waved as I drove into the
driveway and they waved back.

"Good afternoon," the man said.  "We're the Eikenbergers.  I'm Frank, this
is my wife Greta and my son Rudy.  We just came by t'welcome you t'town and
t'thank you for treatin' our kids so good the other day."

"All they talked about for the rest of the day was how great the food was
at Wayne's place," Greta added.  "They were more excited about the food and
seeing this great house than about going off to camp."  Everyone chuckled.

I thanked them and since they all knew Deputy Travers and Chris, the
introductions were very short.  I invited them into the house and we went
into the den.  They looked around and marveled at the beauty of the old
place.

"We just got back from furniture shopping," Wally said.  "Have all these
rooms to fill."

"Where'd you go?" Greta asked.

"Various places up near Gloversville?" Wally answered.

Greta shook he head.  "No need to go that far.  There's plenty of stuff
right around here.  People with lottsa beds and things they're so very
anxious to get rid of.  Some of 'em have garages full.  I'll make some
calls and let you know, okay?"

"That sounds wonderful," I replied.

Chris came into the house carrying bags of clothes that we bought him.  I
say "we" because Wally insisted on buy things for him.  We both had begun
thinking of him as our son - almost.

"You look great, Chris!" Rudy said with enthusiasm.

"Thanks, Rudy.  Wayne and Wally got me all these great new clothes and I
washed and showered and Wally comb my hair in this neat ponytail.  Like
it?"

Rudy smiled at Chris.  "I think you look really cool, Chris."

Chris walked up and threw his arms around me - after putting the bags down.
He whispered in my ear.  "These are them people who let me clean up at
their place.  They was very nice to me and also gave me food even when I
say I wasn't hungry.  Deputy Wally found me at their house last night, in a
tent in the back."

Wally came into the den with glasses of lemonade and cookies on a tray.  We
made small talk and we chatted for a while.

I smiled at the Eikenbergers.  It was then that I first paid any attention
to Rudy.  He was quite an attractive young man, fifteen or sixteen I
thought.  He was tall and rather gangling, with bright red hair, green
eyes, tons of freckles and a very bright smile.  He seemed to be quite
muscular under the loose fitting clothes he wore today.  I thought he
looked a little dressed up for a casual visit on new neighbors.  He sat
quietly and sipped his lemonade and nibbled on a cookie.

I knew that Frank had something on his mind.  He quickly glanced at Wally
before he spoke.  "Wayne, besides welcoming you to our little community,
the other reason for comin' over today was to ask if you had a job for Rudy
here.  There ain't much work in these parts right now and Rudy is sort
of...well, he's ain't got much to do now that school's out."

"Frank, what makes you think that I have any work to offer around here?"

"Well, ain't ya gonna open this place as some sorta hotel or something?
Rudy could really do all kindsa things..."

"Let me interrupt you.  I have no specific plans for this house.  Right now
I'm still in the process of moving in and getting the place set up.
However, if and when I decide that I need a staff of employees, for
whatever reason, I can tell you now that I would consider Rudy."

"Are you sure you don't have anything for him now?" Greta asked in an
almost pleading voice.  "He needs something...to keep him busy...we need
the money and..." Frank put up his hand to signal her to stop talking.

Suddenly Wally broke in.  "Aren't you on probation now, Rudy?" Wally asked.

I looked over at Rudy.  He flushed deeply and was staring straight ahead.
The kid merely nodded, then spoke very quietly.  "Yes, sir, I am."

"What is that for, Rudy?" Wally asked in a rather cold voice.  It was not
like the Wally I knew and loved, but Deputy Wallace Travers speaking.

"I stole a pickup along with some of my friends."

"Is that all?" Wally continued in his interrogation style.

"No, sir, it isn't.  We wrecked the truck, caused lotsa property damage and
one of my friends was killed."

"Thank you, Rudy," Wally said rather coldly

Frank and Greta were staring at the floor; Rudy continued to stare straight
ahead.  It was a very uncomfortable minute or so.  They realized that they
had made an enormous mistake; they had not expected to find Deputy Travers
here.

Frank stood up and put his glass on the table.  "Thank you, Wayne, for
seein' us.  We know you're a very busy man with the new house and all."  I
rose and shook his extended hand.  "We'll just be goin' along now."  I
noticed Wally standing behind Frank and nodding and he made some motions
with his hand - like he was signing something.  I caught his message.

"Thank you all for coming over.  It's always nice to meet neighbors."  I
turned to Rudy and extended my hand.  "And Rudy, come by tomorrow morning,
say about nine, and we'll talk some more.  Okay?"

Rudy was shocked and he squeezed my hand very hard.  I noticed his eyes
welling up.  "Thank you, sir.  Thank you!" he repeated emphatically.  I
noticed Wally smiling at me.  Frank put his arm around Rudy's shoulder as
they walked out.

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At about 5:30, while Wally and I were starting to prepare dinner, Chris
came running into the kitchen shouting.  "Wayne! Wayne!  There a truck
pullin' into the drive wit' a great big trailer hook on it!  I don't know
who's drivin'."

I stopped what I was doing and walked to the side entrance.  Chris been
right; a large van like vehicle had pulled into the drive and there was a
very large trailer attached to the rear.  Only, unlike Chris, I recognized
the driver and a few of the passengers.

I walked around to the driver's side and the driver rolled down her window;
we kissed.  It was my daughter Cara and her three children.  My
grandchildren came pouring out of the van and surrounded me.  They were
gorgeous kids - John, age 9, Lily, age 7 and Avi, age 4.  They looked
nothing alike which was not remarkable since they each had a different
father.  Cara never married and still used the same last name as mine.

John's father was an African-American artist who died tragically at a very
early age; he was an incredibly cute kid (actually an extremely handsome
boy) and had most definite black features.  Lily's father was a noted
magazine publisher (we never mention his name); she was a real beauty, with
long blonde hair and stunning blue eyes.  Avi's father was an Israeli
diplomat (or so I was told by Cara) and he was dark (dark skin, black hair,
very long lashes) with unbelievable green eyes.  I picked each of them up
and kissed and hugged them.  They were great kids and I loved them very
much.  I continued to hold Avi in my arms.

Cara was dressed as I always expected Cara to be dressed.  She was born in
the 1960s and was an unrepentant and unapologetic hippy, even though she
was just a very young child at the time.  Her hair was in a single long
braid, she wore no makeup and a long dress that looked like she had not
only made it but also had woven the cloth from which it was made.  She wore
sandals and frameless eyeglasses.  "Same old Cara," I thought.

I noticed a very handsome young man getting out of the passenger seat.  He
was tall, thin with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  He appeared to
be quite young.

I was still carrying Avi in my arms and he kept kissing me.  "Dad, I'd like
you to meet Hartley Strauss, a very good friend of mine.  Hart, this is
Wayne, my father."  We shook hands and said our pleasantries.  Hart looked
to be considerably younger that Cara - I'd guess no more than nineteen or
twenty.  He had a very boyish appearance and seemed rather well built and
healthy, in that California surfer boy way.

"So what brings you up here, Cara?" I asked.

She gave a grand gesture, motioning toward the house and the grounds.  Cara
could be very dramatic; I always thought she should've been an actor.
"This!  This brought us here!"

"Are you planning to stay?"  I asked.  "I mean...there's certainly plenty
of room, god knows.  Plenty of room for everyone," I said as I tickled Avi
and he squealed.

We walked into the kitchen and Hart immediately began to look around.  He
seemed very interested in everything in that kitchen.  Wally and Chris came
in and introductions were made all around.  The kids immediately became
fast friends (as only kids can do) and Chris led them up to his aerie for a
look around and a tour of the house and grounds.

"Where'd the kid come from?" Cara asked with a sort of nose-in-the-air
attitude.

"Something that just came along with the house, darling!  I think one of
the subcontractors left him in lieu of payment."  I was feeling a little
bitchy having them intrude uninvited into my privacy as they were.  "Sorry,
Cara," I said almost immediately and apologetically.  "He's a local kid
having terrible family problems and doesn't have a place to stay.  I told
him he could bunk here until things are worked out."

"Very nice of you."  She had read my sarcasm perfectly and returned to her
usual warm, folksy style.  She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around
my waist, hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheek.  "That's really very
nice of you, daddy.  You haven't changed a bit.  Still so generous."  She
turned to Hartley.  "So how does it look Hart?"

"It looks really great.  One hundred per cent professional.  Great, great
potential."

I looked at Cara quizzically.  "Would you mind telling me what's going on?
Why the examination?  I feel like I'm on a visit to a urologist and don't
know why."

"As you know, daddy, I just recently graduated from the Culinary Institute
of America and."

"Of course, I know.  I paid for it."

"So you did...so you did.  Anyway, Hart is also a recent graduate and he's
a brilliant pastry chef.  He is absolutely masterful.  I am great at what I
do, so the two of us make a superb kitchen combination.  We are a complete
kitchen staff.  We can cook anything, prepare any kind of meal, handle the
most finicky eaters."

"Yes?" I said still completely unsure of what she was getting at and what
she wanted.

"Well, daddy, what are you going to do with this enormous place?  Hart and
I thought that you would eventually be opening a bed and breakfast and that
maybe you would want a full scale restaurant as part of it.  We could staff
it and run the kitchen and dining room."  She smiled at Hart as he walked
over to her and took her hand.

"That's very interesting," I said rather noncommittally.  I casually ambled
over to Wally, who was leaning against the counter.  I slowly put my arms
around his waist and pulled him towards me; we kissed.  Cara almost had a
stroke.  "Very interesting," I repeated.  "What do you say, Wally?  Do you
think that Cara's idea has any potential?"


			   The End of Chapter 2

(Please Come Back For The Conclusion in Chapter 3 - "The Victorian Crown")