Gay Devotion

The Cost of Love

(The sequel to Gay Devotion.)

Gleeful self-congratulations and raucous banter from the players heralded the team's return to the locker room. It was the winner of the inter-collegiate rugby football competition and Feilding Agricultural College had won the cup for the first time. Robert Dickinson had scored the winning try. He was the school's hero. Luke Turner placed his hand on his naked shoulder as they showered.

"You were terrific Bob, there was no stopping you once you got the ball. Man, the team owes a lot to you."

Bob smiled, he was a modest man who found accolades difficult to accept. "Thanks Luke," he said before turning to another appreciative team member. A loud voice silenced the hubbub with "who can believe a pansy could win the game." It was the least liked member of the team, Mike Taylor, a spiteful guy who frequently made derogatory remarks about other players. Bob walked over to him.

"I presume you are referring to me." Bob sounded disgusted.

"Who else, you are the only fag among us," he sneered. "Want to make something of it?"

In a split second Bob grabbed Mike's arm and forced it up his back while twisting his wrist. "I want you to apologise for that remark," he demanded aggressively. Mike continued to sneer. Bob increased the pressure causing severe pain in Mike's arm. "Like now," Bob shouted. Mike's sneer disappeared as Bob repeated, "now."

"Ok man, I was only joking, I'm sorry."

"A poor joke, bloody insulting. I don't want to hear any more of your insults or smart Alec remarks. Bob let him go and continued to dry himself, dressed and quickly left the team to continue with its celebration. Luke noticed Bob leaving and quickly followed him. He reached Bob as he was mounting his bicycle.

"I'm going for a coke, want to come?"

Bob nodded. They rode together to a nearby takeaway where Luke bought a couple of cans and handed one to Luke. They sat on a bus-stop bench, Bob looked grim. He was still angry and felt uncomfortable that he had been outed

"What does a guy have to do to prove that his sex is not an issue. Most of the team couldn't care less. I've never confirmed or denied that I'm gay."

"There's always someone who can't resist knocking heroes," Luke replied. We've got to go back Bob. Today you proved to the team that you are the best. Mike Taylor's insult wont diminish how proud the guys are of you." Luke put the empty cans in the rubbish bin. "Come on," he said as he mounted his bike. Bob reluctantly followed Luke as he cycled away. He knew he was right, he could not the insult appear to matter to him.

Someone saw Bob and Luke enter the rugby club rooms and began to sing "For he's a jolly good fellow." Immediately everybody joined in; the three cheers at the end were not enough for some who continued to pound the tables. A couple of beefy locks lifted Bob onto their shoulders and carried him to the center of the room and deposited him on a table. Glasses of beer were raised honouring They often went out together as their him. It was Bob's winning try that was everyone's delight, he was the man of the match. Bob had difficulty escaping from the acclamation. The team replayed the game, revisiting moves and strategy, seeking explanations for mistakes and criticising players. This did not appeal to Bob and he looked for the where-about of Luke, he saw him talking to Eric Dawson, one of the full-backs, and joined them. Eric put his arm around Bob's shoulder.

"You saved the team today mate, kept us in the league competition, man we have much to thank you for. Bob you really are special." Luke nodded in agreement. "That bastard Mike Taylor is not at all popular, the boys have already told him he is not welcome at club events. He gives me a hard time too. I think he has problems with his own sexuality, putting others down makes him feel good about himself."

"How does he give you a hard time?" Bob asked.

'He calls me a fruit, a queen."

"But why?"

"Once when I had too much to drink, I let it slip that I preferred male company and he jumped to the conclusion that I am gay."

"Does it matter what he thinks?" Luke asked not expecting a response.

"Yes it does," Eric said. "Other's wonder, especially friends, the trouble is I can't deny it."

"What, did I hear you admit you are gay?" Luke sounded amazed, I've never noticed and I believe I know all the signs. Mark my brother is gay."

"I know," Eric replied, "Mark and I are friends. Now that he lives in Wellington and has Andy, I seldom see him."

The team was fast dispersing and Luke said he was already late home for dinner and with a "see you," he left Eric and Bob.

"I want to see a new movie at the Ascot, would you like to come with me?" Eric asked Bob. Bob enthusiastically accepted the invitation. This pleased Eric, for a long time he had wanted to get to know Bob better. Bob secretly admired Eric. His warm friendly personality, great physique and handsome appearance had made him something of an idol. Their friendship grew. Together they attended the gym, went on training runs and spent their leisure time.

Bob was an only child with a father who showed little interest in his son. It was his mother who inquired about his team's success, who wanted to know about his friends and progress at school. Bob was a powerful full-back, 6ft tall and muscular, an aggressive player and a formidable opponent on the field. Eric was of similar build but slightly shorter but an equally aggressive player. They were both stars in their team and prized by the school.

Bob was helping his mother wash the dinner dishes when his father came into the kitchen. Bob did not expect is father to speak to him for he seldom even acknowledged his presence.

"Is it true that you have an unhealthy friendship with Eric Dawson?" his father asked.

"What do you mean? Sure, Eric and I are friends, that's all." Bob was surprised by his father's insinuation.

I'm told Eric is a homosexual and I don't want you to have anything more to do with him."

Bob felt aggrieved by his father's demand, it was unreasonable.

"I can't do that Dad, Eric is a special friend, we are both members of the football team, train together and support each other."

His father grew angry, even belligerent.

"I wont have you defying me, I insist that you don't see him again."

Mrs. Dawson turned to her husband. "Eric is a nice boy, I haven't heard anything against his character,. Why, what's wrong with him?"

"He is a deviant, a poofter."

"That is a terrible accusation, what proof do you have?" she asked.

"I have my sources, anyway your friendship has got to end."

Bob could see that his father was determined to have his way and his request was unreasonable. He felt angry.

" I'm sorry Dad, I can't do that."

"You will do as you're told." His father's insistence reflected also his growing anger.

"Not this time Dad."

A blow from his father's hand was deflected as Bob quick reflexes raised his arm.

"That's enough Dad, I'm not a kid any more and I don't want to hurt you."

This immediately increased his father's anger to boiling point and he took another swipe at Bob who again deflected the blow.

"You're as queer as your friend, I don't want you living in this house while you continue to associate with him."

Bob was astounded at what he had heard. He looked at his mother for confirmation. She was very upset and was weeping.

"Get out, go on get out, I don't want a son who is queer."

Bob opened the backdoor, turned and looked at his father and saw only hatred. He went through it shutting it quietly behind him.

For a long time Bob walked the streets, confused and with difficulty accepting his rejection. He had not admitted that he was gay, it was his father who believed it because his friend was gay. He was given no opportunities for discussion or explanations He became angry at his father's unreasonable demand, presumption and accusation. He had never disliked his father, accepting his indifference towards him as inevitable, so why should he now feel so negative about him and his friend and so aggressive about he presumption that his son is gay. Bob looked at his watch and was surprised that he had been walking for a couple of hours. Feelings of despair and self-pity came over him. He sat on a bus-stop bench and wept. A desperate wish to confide in Eric seized him and he began to run to his home.

Mr Dawson opened the door and on seeing Bob so distressed, drew him inside. Bob asked to see Eric. When Eric appeared he broke down. He put an arm around Bob and took him into his bedroom. Bob collapsed into a chair completely distraught while Eric sat on the bed waiting for Bob to recover.

"Dad has kicked me out. He demanded that I not see you again and I refused."

Eric looked astonished and shocked. "Why, what's wrong with me?"

"Someone has told him that you are gay so he insists that I have nothing more to do with you; because we are friends he assumes that I am gay also. When I refused to obey his demand this convinced him that I am gay. He was ropable, tried to hit me and told me to leave."

Bob could not continue, he held his head in his hands and his shoulders shook as he sobbed.. His face conveyed absolute despair when he looked at Eric. Eric knelt beside him, placed an arm around his shoulder and held his hand.

"Don't worry about a bed, you can stay with us." Eric stood raising Bob from his seat, he put his arms around him and held him close. Bob embraced him and buried his face in Eric's shoulder. He wept.

"You sure have proved how much our friendship means to you," he quietly said as he gave him a handkerchief. "Wait here."

Eric's parents turned off the television they were watching in the lounge as he entered looking worried. He told them about Bob's expulsion from home and of his distress. His mother did not hesitate telling her son to invite Bob to stay, his father agreed. Bob was looking out of the window when Eric returned.

"Mum and Dad want you to stay, you need time to make decisions and we want to help you." Eric stood beside him. "It's going to be ok." Doris Dawson came into the room carrying bed-linen.

"It's too bad Bob, we are sorry to hear what's happened, meantime make this your home until you have sorted things out." She made up the other bed in Eric's room. "Eric can help you if you need anything. Do try to get a good nights sleep." Bob declined her offer of supper as she gave his hand a comforting squeeze.

"I reckon someone was determined to let your father know about me," Eric said, "I wonder if it was that bastard Taylor?"

"I no longer care," Bob replied, it was not they way I wanted my parents to learn that I am gay. I don't suppose it would have made any difference, Dad would still have done the same thing."

They talked for a while then Eric said he was going to bed. Bob went with him to the bathroom where he was given towels and a disposable razor. "I sleep raw but I do have pyjamas if you want them," Eric said. Bob said he did the same.

Eric could not sleep as he listened to Bob sobbing, he did not hesitate to get into bed beside him, took him in his arms and held him close. Bob immediately embraced Eric and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Eric what am I going to do? I don't care about Dad but Mum is something else."

"We'll work it out tomorrow, now try to sleep."

Bob was soon asleep but the feel of his warm muscular body thrilled Eric, he gently stroked it. Bob pressed against him as if seeking the security of his embrace. Eric wondered if sleeping together would continue once Bob had recovered from his distress.

Bob was the first to waken. The comfort of Eric's arms around him and the warmth of his naked body against him felt wonderful. He snuggled into Eric and kissed his bare shoulder. He smiled when he saw he was awake. It felt as if a burden had been lifted from him even though the method had been devastating.

"I hope you feel better this morning. I know I feel great, I've at last slept with my best friend" Eric said.

"Does that mean we are now more than friends?" Bob asked.

Eric grinned. "Maybe, one day I'll tell you. We had better get ready for school, it's already after 7."

Eric's father had already left for work when Bob and Eric appeared for breakfast.

"How do you feel this morning Bob, better I hope?" Doris Dawson's cheerful greeting prompted a grateful smile.

"A lot better thanks to Eric, I couldn't have a better mate." Eric grinned.

"I'm sure he's going to help you through this rough patch. Now about lunch, Eric usually buys his." Bob said he would do the same. Eric gave Bob a spare bicycle and together they cycled to school.

At the end of the last class for the morning, Bob sought an interview with the Head. He was available.

"I need to tell you that I am staying with Eric Dawson indefinitely." The Head looked puzzled and wanted to know why, Bob was reluctant to tell him but the head insisted.

"My father threw me out when he learnt that I am gay." Bob waited for further questions but none were forthcoming.

"Eric is your friend and I hear that you both have been given a hard time by some members of the rugby team and that you have handled it rather well. Now that takes courage. I'm proud of you both, stay with it. If you have any problems sorting out your domestic situation, see me again, I might be able to help." Bob thanked him and left heartened by the Head's attitude.

Luke was leaving the general store with a filled roll when Bob entered to buy his lunch. He waited for him and together they sat on a bench as they ate.

"I guess it wont be long before everyone knows I am staying with Eric. Dad kicked me out last night."

Luke was horrified. "You're kidding, you're a smart-arse at times but not bad enough to be shown the door."

"He discovered I am gay and went berserk."

"Does he know Eric's gay?"

"He does, someone told him and he demanded that I not see him again. I refused. He implied that I was also gay and I didn't deny it.."

Luke gave a low whistle and after a few moments asked, "how does your mother feel about what's happened?"

"She's very upset, I'll call after school but make sure I've gone before Dad gets home."

"Gee I'm sorry. Thank God my parents were accepting when Mark came out. What about Eric, does his parents know he's gay?"

Bob admitted he didn't know and wondered whether there would be another ugly scene when they learnt the truth, then Eric would need his support. He knew they both had more challenges to face.

"If ever you should want to talk it over with my family, we will be pleased to help, " Luke said reassuring Bob as he saw his worried look.

Bob went to see his mother as soon as classes ended. He found her very upset. He reassured her that Eric and his parents were taking good care of him. As they talked he packed a haversack with clothes, toiletries, and his school books. His mother took his hand. "Dave has never been much of a father and you should know why he turned against you." She seemed unsure whether to continue. "I was already pregnant when we married. Dave knows he is not your father but he still wanted to marry me. He never loved you because you are not his son."

Bob stopped packing and looked at his mother unable to believe what she was telling him. "You mean I am illegitimate?"

"No you were born 6 months after we married but Dave never acknowledged you were his. He tolerated you until he found a reason to be rid of you, like last night."

"I longed for a father's love which I felt Dad denied me. I did not hate him, just tolerated him, so when he banished me I was upset because of you, being torn from my mother. I still don't hate him, only find it hard to accept that he would believe what others have told him without thought for me. I'll not miss him, but it is going to be difficult without you." Bob and his mother wept as they held each other.

"I hope you can accept my being gay. I have no choice, it's the way I am. Can you understand and still love me?"

June Dickinson's tears were her reply. "It makes no difference. I love you just the same, you are still my little boy." She began to cry bitterly. "Bob I don't want you to go, believe me." She held him close. Bob wiped away her tears with his handkerchief.

"I promise to visit you often, when Dad id not here, I promise." He hugged his mother.

Bob left before the time he knew his father would be arriving home from work. Eric was doing his homework when Bob arrived. All day he had wondered how he was going to provide the Dawsons with an acceptable explanation of why he had been expelled from home. "Can you spare a minute?" Bob asked as he placed his haversack at the end of the bed. "We have to talk about what I should tell your parents. How much do you want them to know? I don't want to tell them why Dad insisted I end our friendship."

"I've never told my parents I'm gay." Eric sighed. "Some-day they're bound to find out, others will tell them if I don't." Bob said nothing for a few minutes and then, sounding beaten, continued, "tell them the whole story, leave nothing out. Whatever they may feel about me should not detract from their sympathy for you. On further thought, I believe it is the right time for them to know that I am gay. The guy I love is with me, it is as much my problem as yours."

Bob looked relieved then delighted, "You love me? Did I hear you say you love me? I did not know."

Eric blushed and looked away realising that he had inadvertently confessed how he felt about Bob. Bob grinned as he turned Eric's face to him and gently kissed his lips, then his excited laugh was followed by a more passionate kiss. "I feel the same way about you but have been too scared to say so."

Eric hugged him. "Not any more, I expect you to say so again when we are in bed tonight." His "yippee" reflected the joy he felt.

Doris Dawson came into the lounge folding her apron after washing the dinner dishes. "You're looking a lot better tonight Bob, do you feel like telling us what happened between you and your father that ended in such a disaster." Ivan Dawson folded his paper and placed it in the rack. Bob looked anxious wondering how to begin, what to say, what to leave out.

"Bob wants to tell you all that happened, I'm afraid it will shock you," Eric said. "Tell Mum and Dad everything, I want you to." Ivan wondered why his son was so insistent.

Bob began by reminding them of his long friendship with Eric and the information his father had received. He told them about his father's demand that he end his friendship with Eric, and why, and how he had refused. He told them about his father's attempted blows, of not denying that he was gay and the resulting expulsion from home. No one spoke or asked any questions. After several minutes Ivan was the first to speak.

"We are terribly sorry to hear this Bob. It seems that Eric is more than just a friend to you. You have paid a terrible price for friendship."

There was impatience in her voice as Doris interrupted. "Eric is more than a friend, you're in love with Eric aren't you Bob?"

Bob firmly held her eyes as he confessed. "Yes, I am in love with Eric. He did not know, I told him just before dinner tonight."

"We've known for a long time that Eric is gay so I'm not surprised that you were attracted to each other," she replied as if acknowledging the inevitable.

Eric looked stunned. "You knew?" there was disbelief in his voice.

"Oh the signs were there from about the age of 12," his mother said. "It makes no difference, we still love you. We have no intentions of showing you the door."

"Even though he is a bit of a pain at times," his father added with a grin. "I guess what you have told us Bob and what we already know, means it would be best if you stayed with us until you finish school at the end of the year. What do you intend to do next year?"

Bob felt relieved while at the same time finding it difficult to believe the turn of events. "Mr Dawson, Mrs. Dawson you are wonderful, your generosity is far more than I expected. Next year I would like to attend varsity and hope that Eric has similar intentions. We haven't discussed it yet."

"Eric do others know that you are gay?" Doris asked.

"Yes the team does, but apart from one who is so abusive, it doesn't bother them."

"That still doesn't mean that life is going to be easy, we expect to be given a hard time," Bob said. "There is another matter I would like to clarify, I want to pay board while I am here."

Ivan looked at his wife. "We will have to think about that, Doris and I will think about it and let you know."

Eric stroked Bob's chest as he lay in his arms. "I had no idea that they knew I am gay, they have never given me an inkling that I am different from other boys."

"Thank God they are understanding," Bob replied, "it has also helped me. Honestly I expected your parents to react like Dad did."

Eric played with the small area of hair between Bob's nipples, rolling it between his finger and thumb. "Your Mum knew we are in love, it must show, what's more she does not seem to mind. Isn't it great that your home is a safe place where we don't need to hide our feelings."

Eric thought about this before replying. "Maybe, but I'd rather we were discrete when Mum or Dad are about. When we are alone, then we can behave without restraints."

"Like now." Bob grabbed Eric's cock and began to suck it. Eric's body heaved and twisted and his hand pressed Bob's head hard into his groin. Bob's lips firmly pressed along the rigid cock, his tongue stroked it's head. Eric began to moan then gasped as he ejaculated. Bob swallowed the thick pungent cream a it spurted into his mouth. Once it had ended he lay on top of Eric and kissed him.; each tongue sought the other as their passion increased. "I love you, I love you," Bob gasped as he lay in Eric's arms.

Bob visited his Mother on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She was always very pleased to see him but he noticed that she was very unhappy, frequently anxious and increasingly agitated. It worried him so much that he visited her every day after school. Her condition grew worse and he tried to persuade her to visit a doctor but she emphatically refused. He knew his father would not listen to him leaving him feeling desperate and helpless. He discussed his concern with Doris who although sympathetic, could offer him no help.

The Head's secretary interrupted the mathematic teacher to give him a message. He turned to the class. "Dickinson would you report to the Head immediately and take your books with you." The secretary waited for Bob to pack his books and assignments into his bag. He was puzzled by the urgent request but the secretary could not or would not provide him with an explanation. He was immediately shown into the Head's office. The Head and two police officers stood as he entered. The Head introduced him.

"These police officers have come with some grave news Robert, please take a seat," he said.

"Is your name Robert Dickinson?" the policeman asked. Bob confirmed that it was. "This morning a woman was found drowned in the Oroua River near the town bridge, your father has identified her to be your mother. We are very sorry we have to bring you this sad news."

Bob was stunned, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. The Head left to speak to his secretary who brought in cups of tea a few minutes later. The policeman continued:

"I am told you no longer live at home but have been seeing your mother everyday. Was she well when you last saw her?"

"No, she was very distressed." Bob told him about his expulsion and of his mother's reaction, of her deteriorating health and his inability to persuade her to see a doctor. He had no idea that she was suicidal. The magnitude of the tragedy suddenly hit him and Bob collapsed shaking with grief. The door opened and Eric was shown in. The moment he saw Bob he held him in his arms unconcerned by the presence of others. He looked at the Head. "What has happened, its his mother isn't it?"

"We believe Robert's mother has committed suicide. She was found in the river." Eric was shocked. "Eric and Robert are very close friends, I asked him to be here," the Head said to the police officer.

"We would like Robert to identify the body. His father has already done so but we would like further confirmation," the policeman said. He turned to Eric. "Will you come with him?"

Bob was so overwrought with grief that he was confused and barely understood what he was being asked to do. The campus was busy with students leaving classes for the lunch-break when the police car with Eric and Bob passed through. They were recognised and immediately speculation spread rapidly among the students. During the 20 minute drive to the Palmerston North city hospital morgue, Eric held Bob's hand as he quietly wept. They were ushered into a small sitting room and asked to wait. Eric sat with Bob on a settee, the police officers on chairs opposite them. Through a double door was wheeled a trolley on which was a body covered by a sheet. Bob and Eric stood one side of it, the officers on the other. The morgue attendant folded back the sheet to uncover the head. At first Bob did not recognise her, it was the face of a much younger woman, but only for a moment, it was that of his mother. With a heart rending cry Bob's arms were around the corpse, his outpouring grief had everyone in tears. Bob and Eric were left alone. Bob fell onto his knees completely devastated, his grief overwhelming him. Eric put his arms around him trying to comfort him. Slowly the sobbing decreased as Bob recovered, he stood then kissed his mother's forehead, her cheek, her lips, then very slowly he covered her face with the sheet. Eric went to the door and the officers returned.

"It is Bob's mother. If you have further questions could you leave them 'til later?" Eric gave them his home address.

"Can we'll take you home now?" one of the officers asked. Eric nodded.

Eric continued to hold Bob as they left the morgue and drove home in the police car. Doris Dawson wondered why a police car was stopping in the drive until she saw Bob and Eric emerge when she imagined the worst. On seeing Bob's distress she rushed to the door.

"What's the matter, what has happened?" she asked, panic in her voice.

"Mrs Dawson, Bob needs a lot of support," the police officer said, "Eric will tell you what has happened. We will be in touch with you again soon." The car sped away. Eric took Bob into the lounge followed Doris. He sat with Bob on the settee then turned to his mother.

"Bob's mother is dead, it appears she committed suicide this morning. She was found in the river. We have been to the morgue to identify her." Bob burst into tears and rushed to his bedroom. "He is far too upset to be interviewed so the police will be returning later. Bob has been seeing her every day, he knew she was ill and was deteriorating but she refused to see a doctor. He has hardly spoken, he is so devastated, completely grief stricken."

Eric was equally upset at Bob's distress and bewildered by the tragedy. His mother took his hand and patted it. "Bob will need all your sympathy and support, this will be very difficult for him, and for you. Meantime let him be, he is in no fit state to tell us anything, I'll make him sandwiches with a cup of tea."

Bob was lying on his bed quietly weeping, his face in his pillow. He heard Eric enter with the tea and sandwiches and looked up at him.

"Eric why did she do it? I know why she did it, it was because of me. I was gone, she had lost me and nothing more mattered. She married to give me a home and a father, for no other reason." His voice broke, his body shaking with intermittent sobs. Eric sat beside him and Bob embraced him. "Thank you for staying with me, I need right now. I'm confused. My father must have realised my mother was ill, why didn't he help her? I know he didn't love me but surely he loved his wife, he had lived with her for 18 years." Bob again began to weep. Eric put his arm around him and wiped away his tears. He listened in silence. Bob nibbled at a sandwich and slowly drank the tea. "Mum's suffering must have been unbearable but she never complained, never admitted the reason for her pain. I tried to show her that I loved her but it wasn't enough. Could I have helped her more?" Eric knew Bob had to grieve, that it would take time for him to recover from his shock and despair. Bob lay back on the pillow and soon fell asleep. Eric quietly returned to his mother.

They were having dinner when Bob appeared, he had slept all afternoon. Eric's father held him close. "I'm terribly sorry, be strong, be brave." Ivan hugged him. Bob seldom spoke as he ate his meal. He was now calmer and seemed to have recovered a lot, and when the police phoned, he agreed to be interviewed. He asked Eric and his parents to be present during the police visit.

The officers arrived soon after their phone-call, it was the two who had been with him earlier. They had no objections to the others staying with him during the interview. Bob was asked when he had last seen his mother alive, how often he had visited her and the state of her health on each occasion. Then he was asked about the reason his father had evicted him from his home and how his mother had reacted. They questioned him about the relationship between his father and his mother and he had to admit that they never seemed to be very affectionate towards each other. He had not seen his father since the night he left home and did not want to. When asked why he thought his mother took her own life, he told them he was sure she was pining for him. His father's constant indifference towards him had always caused her distress and his expulsion had been too much for her. The police told him that there had to be an autopsy and inquest and that later he would have to appear at the Coroner's Court. When Bob asked the police when and where the funeral was to be held they were surprised he did not know and said they would ask the funeral director to call him.

No one wanted to talk about the events of the day after the police left. "I'll attend school as usual," Bob said, "it will keep me from thinking about today. I know there will be a lot of sympathisers who I can't avoid, and I do have to return to life as usual. If I stay at home I'll be thinking only of this terrible tragedy."

"That's the spirit Bob," Ivan said, "it's not going to be easy but I'm sure you'll manage it."

In bed Bob lay in Eric's arms, his head on his shoulder. "You were a great help today. I couldn't cope, your strength and support got me through it. I couldn't have managed without you." He kissed Eric and snuggled into him.

Just as Bob expected he was inundated with expressions of sympathy and condolences from students and staff. In spite of his feelings, he put on a brave image and was glad when the school day ended. On arriving home he found the funeral director waiting for him. As he had expected his father had made all the funeral arrangements; the service was at 11am next day in the funeral parlour chapel followed by a cremation. Bob asked to see his mother again at a time when his father would not be there, so it was arranged for 7 that evening.

Eric came with Bob to the funeral parlour. They were taken into the viewing room where, in the centre, the open casket stood on a pedestal. Bob thought how beautiful his mother looked, so peaceful and so much younger. Silently he stood looking at her for some time, he did not feel the distress as before, only the acceptance of a final farewell. Eric's fingers entwined with his as he stood beside him.

"She was a beautiful woman. The signs of strain are gone, she could be sleeping," Eric said as he squeezed Bob's hand.

Bob could hold back his tears no longer. He quietly wept. After a few minutes he leant over the casket and kissed his mother's forehead, twice. He took a red rose from a nearby display, kissed it and laid it on his mother's breast. He looked at her again for a few minutes then turned and left the room followed by Eric. Neither spoke as Eric drove home.

Bob sat in the front pew on the right with Eric, Doris and Ivan. Dave Dickinson sat alone in the pew opposite. There were a number of people Bob did not know sitting behind his father. The Head, several members of the staff, the football team and a number of students he knew sat behind Bob. It was a non-religious service taken by one of funeral director's staff, simple and with a message of sympathy and encouragement for the bereaved. There was a sheath of red roses on the casket. Bob hoped his rose was still with his mother. They all stood for the commitment. The curtain slowly closed to hide the casket, Bob sank onto the pew crying bitterly, immediately Eric's arm was around him. Bob's father, dried eye and with a grim face, quickly walked down the aisle and left the chapel. He did not even look at Bob. Eric lead Bob down the aisle into the porch where the mourners expressed their sympathy and support. Most of his mates and other students were clearly awkward and embarrassed, many had moist eyes. It was too much for Bob and he left as soon as it was decently possible.

During lunch, Ivan told Bob that a solicitor had phoned seeking an appointment with him that afternoon. He had suggested 4pm and hoped Bob would approve. Bob said it would be fine and asked Ivan and Eric to be with him during the visit.

The solicitor expressed his condolences to Bob as he took a document from his briefcase. "Your mother made her will 3 days before her death, it replaces a previous will. Your father has a copy of this will. I wont bore you with the preamble and give you the important content. I do not know whether you are aware that your home was inherited by your mother from her father. She has left it with all it's chattels to her son Robert Dickinson without any hindrances. Her savings amounting to $2500 are left to her husband David Dickinson."

Bob was slow to reply. "I would like you to tell my father that I have no intention of inconveniencing him so I would like him to continue to live in the house as long as he wishes." The solicitor nodded.

"Mr Dickinson has told me that he intends to leave the district sometime soon but I am sure he will appreciate your offer. I will tell him."

"No doubt you are aware that my father and I do not communicate so I would like you to be my agent if he and I are ever involved in decisions between us."

The solicitor accepted the request then continued. "It is a simple straightforward will and it contains nothing more of any substance. Both your parents asked me to give you a letter." He took small envelopes from his briefcase and gave them to Bob. "If you want to discuss the will with me, do get in touch."

Bob waited for the solicitor to leave before he opened the letters. The first letter contained a single page. As he read it, he grew increasingly angry. He read it to them.

"Mr. Dickinson, your son Robert has an intimate friendship with a homosexual member of the rugby football team, Eric Dawson. I'm sure you don't want their friendship to sully respect for your family. Mike Taylor 495,8832."

He handed the letter to Eric who read it carefully before passing it to his father.

"I feel this concerns the school. A member of the football team has harassed other members of the team, has made accusations about members that have inadvertently lead to the death of the mother of one of them. I think you should take this to the Head in the morning," Ivan said as he returned the letter to Bob.

Bob opened the other letter, it was much longer and it took him several minutes to read it. When he had finished, he looked at the others stunned.

"I can't believe this, what an extraordinary coincidence." He handed the letter to Eric. "My mother tells me that she was 3 months pregnant when she married my father, he had insisted it made no difference and was determined to marry her, but it did," Bob said bitterly. "That letter tells me how she met my real father. He was already married but she loved him and slept with him when he visited Feilding on business. She has not heard from or seen him since she married. The name of my father is Philip Wilson."

"Are sure that's the name?" Ivan asked. Philip Wilson and his wife were killed in a plane crash last year. They left an only son, Andrew Wilson. Andrew is Mark Turner's partner."

"Mark is Luke's brother," Eric said astonished by the realisation.

"So you are a half brother to Andrew," Ivan said as he took the letter from Eric. Andrew inherited a fortune. I am told he and Mark have a beautiful home."

"Mark and I were great friends when he was at school," Eric said. "I'm sure Luke would like to know about this. He could ask Mark to break the news discretely to Andrew. It would be preferable for Andrew take the initiative if he wants to do anything about it."

"There's no doubt about it, your mother says your father is Philip Wilson," Ivan said as he handed the letter back to Bob. "I think Eric's suggestion is a good one. No doubt you will see Luke tomorrow as he is a friend of yours, then we will wait and see what happens."

The Head's secretary gave Bob an appointment for 10.30. Bob told the Head about the solicitor's visit and the letter he had received from his father. "Ivan Dawson advised me to see you as he believes its contents should concern the school." He handed the letter to the Head who read the short note from Mike Taylor. He looked worried.

"It was this note that caused your father to throw you out and which ultimately resulted in your mother's death?" Bob nodded. "Taylor's behaviour is despicable, in effect he has violently abused a member of his football team." The Head stood and looked out at the campus for a few minutes, deep in thought. "Can you leave this letter with me, I need to discuss it with some of the staff?" Bob wondered what the Head intended to do as he left.

Bob saw Luke in the distance and hurried after him. "Have you had lunch, I need to talk to you about something very important?"

"I'm about to buy mine, you too?" Luke replied. They sat on a bench in the shade of a tree. "It was a harrowing day for you yesterday, it's good seeing you look a lot happier."

Bob briefly smiled and nodded as he began. "Yesterday the solicitor handed me a letter from my mother, it contains extraordinary information which will be of interest to others who you know. I would like you to read it."

Luke slowly read the letter, then read it again. "My God, so you're Andy's half brother!"

"I knew I was not Dave's son but I never knew who was my real father. I guess Andy should be told but I'd rather it was someone else who told him, like your brother Mark. How do you feel about it?"

Luke looked unsure. "I would like to hear my parent's thoughts first. In the end you will still have to front up, you just can't avoid it. It will be as much a shock for Andy as it was for you. Can I take this letter home?" Bob agreed. "Mark and Andy will be at home with us this weekend, I'll be in touch with you soon." Luke looked worried as he left Bob.

They were about to go to bed when there was a phone call for Bob. It was Luke. "My family are finding it hard to believe the revelation in the letter. We decided to tell Mark and leave it to him to tell Andy about the letter. He says he will call us tomorrow. Bob it's unbelievable, I'm finding it hard to accept your mother's claim. Philip Wilson did not seem to be the kind of guy who slept around."

"I appreciate your help Luke, I too find it very difficult to accept the information. Thanks again."

"Mark is going to tell Andy", Bob said to the others, "we will hear from him tomorrow."

The Head called a meeting with the Deputy Head, the Coach, the captain of the football team, two senior teachers and the Chairman of the Board of Governors. He gave each of them a copy of the note. He told them about Bob's expulsion and of his mother's suicide. They were perturbed that a student who was a member of the schools first XV team had misbehaved so seriously. There was considerable discussion before it was unanimously agreed that Taylor should be expelled from the football team and prohibited from membership of all other school sports teams with which he was involved. The consequences of his actions were considered to be so serious that that his expulsion from only the first XV was not considered sufficient punishment. The Head said he would see Taylor in the morning.

Bob and Eric talked about the possible consequences of Bob's mothers letter as they lay in bed. Bob twirled Eric's chest hair around his fingers and played with his nipples. Eric was finding it difficult to lie quietly. He had a raging erection which insisted on satisfaction the more Bob fingered his chest. Eric threw back the covers and knelt astride of Bob as he masturbated pointing his cock at Bob's face. Bob stroked Eric's chest, his stomach, his thighs. Eric leant back as he began to climax. Cum spurted over Bob's face, into his mouth and onto his chest. Bob grinned as he licked the cum off his lips. Eric licked the cum off Bob's face and body. "I like fruit served with cream," Eric said as he licked his lips. Bob pulled him into his arms drew up the covers and they were soon asleep.

Next morning Mark phoned from Wellington and first spoke to Eric. They had a long talk before the phone was handed to Bob.

"We are amazed to hear what was in your mother's letter so we want to meet you as soon as possible. Luke will be inviting you and Eric to dinner on Saturday when we will be staying with my parents. Come early so that Andy and I can get to know you." Bob thanked Mark for the invitation and admitted he was anxious about meeting them.

Eric was excited at seeing Mark again, he was still fond of him. Bob almost wished it was not happening. He was not sure that he wanted a half brother, it might create too many problems. They cycled to Luke's home to find him waiting at the gate.

"Mum's as excited as a child with an unopened present," he said. Eric rushed ahead and they heard the shouted greetings as he and Mark hugged and kissed each other. Luke and Bob slowly followed and were met at the door by Ruth Turner, Luke's mother. She warmly welcomed Bob and took him into the lounge. Luke introduced Bob to Andy. It was the friendly smile and a warm hug from Andy that made Bob feel relieved. Doris drew back the curtain to let in more light. "What do you think, is there a likeness?" she asked excitedly.

Luke's head was nodding. "Sorry Bob, there are too many similarities for it to be a coincidence, I think Mum is right."

Ruth rushed off to fetch her husband, "John, do you think they're related?"

"Hello Bob," John said, "there'll be no, peace until they're satisfied."

"I'm hoping it doesn't really matter," Bob said. "I would prefer to get to know Eric's friends, especially the guy he still loves a little" he looked at Mark, "and the one who stole him allowing me to take his place."

Andy was highly amused, especially when Eric kissed Bob and told him that now he was his only true love. Andy had a never ending number of questions for Bob. He wanted to know about his mother, his upbringing and about his recent tragedy.

"I had no knowledge of my mother's involvement with your father, the letter was the first I knew of his existence" Bob said.

Andy took the letter from his pocket and handed it to Bob. "I have taken a photocopy, I hope you don't mind. At first I was shocked for I had no idea my father liked a little on the side. Realising I have a half-brother was unbelievable." Andy hesitated before he asked, "would you mind if we had DNA tests to verify what your mother has said?"

Bob's reply was immediate. "I would like that, I too want to be certain there is no mistake."

"I truly appreciate that Bob, I wonder in what other ways we are alike."

Ruth called them for dinner. John produced a bottle of Champagne claiming it was waiting for a special occasion and he knew this was it.. It was a merry meal with Luke's corny jokes at the expense of everyone causing much hilarity. After dinner Ruth insisted that Mark entertain them on the piano and Andy should give them a song.

"Do you remember those songs we used to sing together?" Mark asked Eric. He began to play "The Foggy Dew". Eric began to sing it and was joined by Andy. Eric sang the second verse solo, he was good and Bob enthusiastically applauded at the end.

"Can Bob sing?" Andy asked Eric.

Eric laughed "I've no idea, I doubt it."

"Come on Bob, give it a go," Bob said, we'll sing a duet." He put a popular song book in front of Mark who began to play "one man went to mow"." Bob laughed, it was the sung by the team after a win, with plenty of volume but little polish. He joined Luke as they belted out verse after verse, many somewhat risque. Mark switched to "Swing low sweet chariot" and was pleased to hear a very pleasant voice with potential.

Andy smiled, "I like it, a Wilson who can't sing can't be a true member of the Wilson clan."

"You are going to sing my favourite song Andy?" Ruth asked. Mark began the introduction to "Time to say goodbye".

Andy's beautiful voice completely entranced Bob. Eric sat beside him. "Your brother's good man," he whispered.

When the song ended, Ruth kissed Andy, "that was lovely."

"Luke tells me that you are playing Wellington College first XV Saturday week," Mark said to Eric. "Would you like to spend the weekend with us, Dad says Luke can take the car?"

"I know I would and I think Bob would also," Eric replied with an inquiring look at Bob, "he really wants to get to know Andy."

Andy joined them. Bob this has been a very disturbing weekend for me, the more I look at you the more I see my father's features. I am impatient to confirm your mother's statement so have you any objections if I make arrangements for our DNA tests to be done right away?"

"None at all, Like you, I also need proof."

"My godparents are trustees of my estate and I need to tell them about the letter. I would like you to meet them, they were close friends of my father. We will invite them to dinner when you stay." Andy grinned, "they are also gay. I often wondered whether my father might have been bisexual."

At the Monday practice, the team was noisily speculating as to the reason for the resignation of Mike Taylor. It was rumoured he was invited to resign or be fired. Several believed there was a connection between his insulting Bob and the death of his mother but neither the coach nor the captain would provide any reasons. As Bob and Eric entered there was a sudden silence and the coach called for everyone's attention. He announced the names of those who would be members of the team to play the Wellington College first XV, Luke, Eric and Bob were among them. Luke told the coach that they would be travelling separately and was reminded that they had to be with the team by 10am.

Andy phoned Bob to tell him that he had made arrangements with a medical laboratory to conduct the DNA examinations, that he was to give a blood sample to the local medical laboratory which would send it to the Wellington laboratory. Next day Bob confirmed the arrangement with the laboratory as he gave the blood sample and produced his school membership card, on which was his photograph, as evidence of his identity.

The boys left for Wellington as soon as the classes ended. By 6 Luke drove into the drive of Andy and Mark's home in Karori. Neither Bob nor Eric expected to see such a palatial house set in spacious grounds. As the car drove into the parking bay, Andy all smiles, appeared at the front door. He rushed to Bob and warmly hugged him. "Welcome home brother," he said as he kissed him. Then he hugged Eric and Luke. Mark also hugged each of them, giving Eric a more hearty greeting and a kiss. Bob looked about him as they entered the spacious hall with it's roof line ceiling, he thought it ostentatious, not providing the cosy welcome of his home. Andy took them up a sweeping staircase to the bedrooms giving the one next to his to Bob and Eric and the next to Luke. "We'll have dinner as soon as you are ready," he said as left them.

During the meal Andy seemed impatient to share more important matters which he was delaying until the end of the meal. Frequently he did not hear questions put to him or join the discussion. His mind was elsewhere. He could contain himself no longer once they had gathered in the sitting room. Andy handed a letter to Bob, it was headed National Medical Laboratories. "Its confirmed we have the same father," he said delighted. Bob read the letter."....the DNA tests confirm that Robert Dickinson and Andrew Wilson are the progeny of the same man...." He carefully read the letter again before saying to Andy,

"Is this good news or bad? Do you want a brother, do I? Let's face it Andy, this could change our lives and our futures." Andy's excitement disappeared. Bob continued, "anyway we may not like each other."

Mark laughed, "It sounds like second thoughts after a pick-up." Andy looked puzzled, then bewildered.

"It makes no difference," Eric said, "you have to accept the proof that you both have the same father. Surely you have to get to know each other before you can answer Bob's questions and we can begin with the opportunities of this weekend."

"I guess a tour of this house, for starters, can tell you a lot about Andy and me," Mark said.

Andy, now very subdued, led the way. "This was my parent's house, they loved to entertain when they were home, which wasn't often. We have a housekeeper Elizabeth, and help with the grounds." He opened one of the double doors from the hall into the lounge. "We seldom use this room, it's a barn." Bob was impressed by the paintings, elegant furnishing, the chandeliers and Persian carpets. It's opulence reflected wealth. They crossed the hall to the study. "This used to be Dad's office, now Mark and I use it as a study." There were two computers, a fax machine, photocopier and printer on a large table, a large inlaid desk, filing cabinets, two bookcases and 4 easy chairs. "We find that it is not a good idea studying together, there are too many distractions when your love is close-by. There is another study upstairs.

"As we are both taking a music degree, we use the music room a lot. That is our favourite place," Mark said. They entered a room dominated by a grand piano. There was a stereo system and floor to ceiling bookcases containing opera scores and music folios. "Everyday Andy and I practise here for music dominates our lives. I hope you can bear it."

"We also have facilities a serious rugby player could use," Andy said with a grin. He led them along a small passage to the indoor swimming pool. Eric's face lit up showing his delight.

"Right Bob, 30 lengths tomorrow morning will be a good start to the day's training," he said.

"You must be kidding, no way, cuddling you is a better start to the day." Bob replied.

One end of the pool room opened into a conservatory. "This is Elizabeth's delight, she and Mum loved pot plants, so do we so long as we don't have to care for them," Andy said. At the other end of the pool room there was a large spa pool, it would comfortably accommodate 8 bathers. "No doubt after tomorrow's game you will feel like a soak in the spa. Use it whenever you would like to. Mark and I try to swim regularly and use the gym." Andy then took them to a room off the passage in which there was a bench, weights and other gymnasium equipment. "Feel free to use it whenever you wish."

"Oh boy, I could keep fit here," Eric said. "I would have a body that would make you green with Envy Bob."

"A muscle Mary, all brawn with few brains, that's not my Eric, I like you as you are." Bob hugged Eric then edged to the door. They returned to the sitting room.

Andy took a framed photograph from the sideboard and handed it to Bob. "That's my mother and father." Bob saw an impressive couple. His mother was pretty with a demure manner reflecting self-confidence and self assurance and with a bright smile. He carefully examined his father. He saw a successful businessman full of confidence reflecting authority and affluence. "Was he a severe man, demanding success from you?" Bob asked Andy.

"No, he always strongly encouraged me but then he was so often abroad. It was Paul, my godfather, who influenced me more. My parents were very liberal. They accepted my sexuality as if it was no problem. They had gay friends and I soon learnt from them how to deal with negative attitudes. Of course Paul and Peter helped a lot. Mum and dad were away so often and I missed them a lot. It was then that I wished I had a brother."

"Now you have a lover, you don't need a brother," Bob replied. "I am in a similar situation with Eric. Not so long ago I too longed for a brother."

"Maybe there is still time to for us to enjoy having a brother. What do you think you missed?"

Bob grinned. "Wrestling with him, sharing secrets, discovering sex, having fun together. You know, having someone to tease and muck about with."

"Maybe we are a bit old for that even if we are teenagers."

"I guess as I'm 18 you're right, and at 20 you're well past it."

Andy laughed, "not for sex anyway, I'm sure we are not too old for that, we'll see."

"Time for coffee," said Mark as he left for the kitchen. Andy placed the photograph back on the sideboard and returned with a photograph album taken from a drawer.

"These snaps of my parents and I might tell you more about Dad." Bob turned the pages as Andy sat beside him. He saw him having fun with Andy at the beach. His fathers physique was impressive and he seemed to be always smiling. "Dad liked the seaside and many of these are taken at Raumati beach where we have a cottage. Mark and I still spend weekends there."

Bob and Eric talked about their first impressions, of Andy and Mark's lifestyle and of their affluence as they lay in bed.

"I don't envy them," Bob said. "My main anxiety is that my unexpected addition to Andy's family doesn't threaten the affection they have for each other."

"I don't think it will, Andy has been a lonely boy and he longed for a close friend, then he found Mark. That friendship makes it easier for Mark to pursue his musical ambitions. Now Andy experiences the constant love that he has missed. Their love of music also helps to maintain the bond between them. Our life together will be very different." Eric sounded determined. "No doubt your being Andy's brother is likely to affect our expectations." Bob wondered what he meant.

Next morning he awoke to "come on Bob, 30 lengths of the pool will set us up for the day," as Eric got out of bed.

"What no sex this morning? Look Eric I need to unload." Bob pleaded but Eric was not listening as he left with a towel. Bob reluctantly followed him. Eric was on his third lap by the time Bob arrived. He dived into the pool and soon outpaced Eric.

"Breakfast is ready, come as you are," Luke called to them as he stood on the side of the pool.

Andy and Mark, both naked, were making toast as the others appeared with towels tied around their waist. "We don't dress for breakfast, now help yourself, there's tea and coffee," Mark said. They tucked into generous helpings of cereals and toast with marmalade and honey.

"At what time are you expected to be at Wellington College?" Andy asked Bob.

"10.30. The match kick-off is at 1.30." he replied. Andy said he would drive them to the college and they would be there to watch the match.

Mark and Andy had good seats in the grandstand. Although they knew very little about rugby football, they soon felt the tension and excitement of two evenly matched very determined teams. They were impressed by Bob's skilful handling of the ball and aggressiveness as he charged for the line, sweeping aside every player tackling him. Three times his successful tries made the Feilding supporters ecstatic. There were roars of approval when Eric kicked two dropped goals. Luke's darting intervention frequently surprised the opposing team as he set others up for clever scoring. It was a fast physical game with the country boys showing those from the city that they were the better team winning 18 to 12.

Andy and Mark waited at the players entrance to the stand along with parents and friends. Bob, Eric and Luke emerged looking tired and sore. "I feel like I've been dragged over shingle. I need the soothing warmth of that spa," Eric said. They climbed into The BMW and stretched out to ease their aching limbs. Mark was very concerned when he saw the bruises and grazes when they stripped for the spa. He went to the medicine cupboard for liniment and antiseptic cream. Appreciative sighs came from the three boys as the sank below the soothing warm water and felt the massaging jets of the spa. Only their heads were above the surface. Andy and Mark joined them. They talked about the match with Andy asking questions which confirmed that he was totally ignorant about the game of rugby.

"The best part of the game was watching those massive legs and grappling hunks; it's an excuse for physical contact, heaven for a gay guy. I bet that's why Bob and Eric play it," Andy said.

Eric grinned. "How did you know? It shows when the players are showering, most are half hard. Everyone looks but no one comments, you can even feel the eroticism in the atmosphere, it reeks of testosterone "

"I guess that's why gay jokes are often heard, it relieves the possible temptations," Bob said then looked at Eric. "Of course that's how I found Eric is so attractive."

"Now that you have found out so much more about him, is he less so?" Mark asked.

"No way, now he is more beautiful than ever." Bob leant over and kissed Eric.

Andy wanted to know when the school vacation was due, and on hearing that it was in two weeks time and that Bob and Eric had no plans for it, he invited them to spend it with him and Mark. Bob and Eric accepted the invitation.

Andy had asked his godparents Paul Jensen and Peter Rolston, to arrive early for dinner. After the introductions and warm hugs from Peter and Paul, Peter joined Mark in the kitchen. Paul knew a lot more about rugby and soon had Luke, Bob and Eric giving him a more professional explanation of how they had managed to win. Then he began to ask Bob quite searching questions about himself and his life, especially about his mother.

"I knew Philip was fond of a girl he had met in Feilding, but he was devoted to his wife Celia and I am sure he had no idea he had made her pregnant," Paul said. "She certainly never told him, for he would have told me. We were very close friends."

Paul kept comparing Bob's physical features with those of Andy. Peter sat down beside him. "Peter there's certainly a strong resemblance, Bob's got Philip's nose and chin, also he's got some of his mannerisms. Bob also has Andy's hairline and ears." Peter agreed. Paul apologised for being so analytical and lacking sensitivity. "Philip was my friend for many years, since we were boys, I'm sure he sired you, I always thought he liked a bit on the side." He laughed, then became serious again. "Your mother was special for he loved few women."

"She was beautiful and I believe she loved him," Bob replied.

"Now that we are sure that Philip is your father, the trustees of his estate need to make provision for you. Andy fully agrees with their decision. They have decided that you are to be paid an allowance each month of $2000. It will be directly credited to your cheque account."

Bob gasped. "Why, I have no right to expect any benefit? Andy inherited the estate and should keep it."

"You're wrong Bob," Andy interjected, "you are my father's son, my half brother, and you're fully entitled to benefit from the estate. I believe you are also entitled to a share of my fathers portion of the estate. I also inherited my mother's estate. The trustees also want to talk to you about your share."

Paul could see that Bob was not at all happy. "I guess its not easy to accept that you're a member of this family, but there is no way you can deny it," he said. "It is the result of the love your mother and Philip had for each other. You might as well accept the consequences including a half brother and a share in your Dad's wealth."

Bob frowned, looked at Eric as if expecting some solutions, and was slow to answer Paul. "I suppose right, I do appreciate the trustee's generosity."

"Can you give me a deposit slip from your cheque-book?" Paul asked. Bob went to his bedroom to get his cheque-book.

Elizabeth had prepared a scrumptious dinner which hungry footballers made sure was totally devoured. Mark was serving coffee in the sitting room when Peter asked Eric if he and Bob sang. "I hope you enjoy music, nothing else seems to matter in this house."

"Not seriously," Eric replied, "I don't know about Bob. Mark and I had parts in the school production of The Gondoliers."

"I remember that," Mark said, "you weren't too bad, let's have another go at it." He went to the music room and returned with the score. "Which song did you like most Eric?"

Eric grinned, "that duet we sang at the beginning of the opera."

"Come on, let's give it a go." Mark took Eric's arm as they went to the music room, the others followed. Mark turned the pages of the score. "Here it is the duet between Marco and Gieseppe, 'We're called Gondoliere, but that's a vagary.'" Mark played the first verse with Eric looking over his shoulder, he began to sing. Mark joined him. They were good. Bob and Andy stood behind them and joined in while Peter, Paul and Luke lay back in the leather chairs, listening. Andy's strong voice encouraged Eric and Bob. The audience was impressed and demanded another. Eric began to sing the Banana Boat Song, giving a good imitation of Harry Bellafonte's calypso. The others joined in taking impromptu parts effectively harmonising. Mark stopped playing and turned to them. "You guys are naturals you have nice tonal balance with good timing and harmony. Let's sing it again." This time it sounded even better.

"You could be great entertainers with a repertoire of popular numbers," said Paul.

"I need to play a guitar," Eric said, then, "I'd like to play the guitar."

"Would you really?" Bob sounded interested, "I would too if you are serious."

"So what's stopping you?" Mark asked..

"Nothing, I suppose," Eric replied.

"Right, let's all learn the guitar when you are here next break."

Eric lay in Bob's arms snuggling into his embrace. "It's been an amazing day. Again you've proved to be the team's best full-back getting most of the tries," Eric said, "and then you find you are a member of a wealthy family. I don't see you jumping for joy, in fact you look quite miserable."

Bob sighed, "I don't like being privileged, I'm scared it will create problems for us. I really do love you and I don't want my good fortune to cause you to feel different about me."

"It shouldn't."

"I'm hoping that one-day we will become partners when we can share everything, just like Andy and Mark do."

"Now that's an interesting relationship, they help each other professionally and their partnership has made them better artists. I bet they will soon be world famous."

Bob thought about the day's events and the promise of a very large share of his father's wealth. He was anxious, not appreciating the benefits he could now enjoy. He was equally concerned with the impact he will make on the life of Andy and Mark.

"Life is going to be very different being involved with a brother and his partner, I hope it will be for the better."

To be continued.

The author Stewart Ransom invites comments. NB New E-mail address: ransoms@xtra.co.nz