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IN THE DIRECTION OF HAPPINESS - PART 4
Chapter 10 - L.A.'s Finest
The hold over in San Francisco was short and without incident. Seated next to me on the flight to Spokane was a man, probably in his late forties, and dressed in business attire. He was quite handsome with blond hair and brown eyes, yet his face wore a permanent look of concern. I introduced myself and he told me his name was Brad Sloane. A detective with the Los Angeles Police Department, he was in route to Spokane to attend a seminar discussing the rising incidents of hate crimes in the United States.
Detective Sloane is a 25-year veteran of the L.A.P.D. and was only recently assigned to the hate crime task force. He requested the new assignment after a recent attack at a Jewish Childcare Facility in the San Fernando Valley. He was shocked by the viciousness of the attack and the hatred that motivated it.
Surprisingly open with me, Brad clearly explained the widespread epidemic of hate crimes sweeping America. Being a white, middle class male, I have never been part of any minority group targeted by crimes of intolerance, so I hadn't realized just how serious the problem had become. Brad explained that target groups not only include obvious ethnic minorities, but also foreign tourists visiting the United States, Gays and women. In addition, mistrust of the government, fueled by the extreme voices of ultra conservative religious and political groups, has given rise to a new brand of hate attacks. The bombing of the Federal Building in Oklahoma City by Timothy McVeigh clearly illustrates the depth of depravity some groups and individuals have reached.
Targeted groups vary across the country. In Los Angeles the most dramatic rise has been against Jews and Gays. Brad explained how economic conditions are often a major factor contributing to violence. Living all of my life in California, I have witnessed the prejudice aimed at Mexicans by the majority white population. Because of the proximity to the Mexican border, and the ongoing problem with illegal immigration, poor economic times always give rise to the false belief that Mexicans are stealing jobs that rightfully belong to 'Americans'. I have never personally witnessed violence against Mexicans, but I've been saddened to hear friends and even family members contribute to the prejudice.
Most alarming to Detective Sloane is the increase in Neo- Nazi groups, and the availability of hate based propaganda over the Internet. The conference would deal with both issues. Eastern Washington, Idaho and Montana have seen a dramatic increase in 'survivalist' and 'skin head' groups that are heavily armed and, in some cases, pose a very real threat to society. There would be speakers at the conference that have dealt first hand with these groups and Brad was very anxious to hear what they had to say.
We also talked about my business. Brad's hobby is gardening. He and his wife own a small home in the San Fernando Valley and want to plant a lawn and landscape the front yard. I could see pride written all over his face as he told me his ideas for a vegetable and flower garden. I told him that I would be happy to answer any of his questions regarding the project, especially the installation of his sprinkler system. Too many homeowners don't give enough thought to the varying water requirements of plants when they install their irrigation system. Too late they realize that certain trees are intolerant of the amount of moisture necessary to keep their lawn green and they waste considerable money trying to keep their prized trees healthy.
I liked Bard and admired what he had chosen to do with his career, so I volunteered to help him out. We exchanged phone numbers and made plans to get together when we returned from our trips.
Brad had some reading he wanted to finish before we landed, so I closed my eyes and began thinking about my upcoming week with Mark and Barbara. I had mixed feelings.
Of course I was excited at the prospect of being with Mark. I had missed him so much. Our frequent phone calls were never enough for me. Not a day went by without him occupying my thoughts. I couldn't tell if it was love or addiction.
Yet I was apprehensive about the visit. I instinctively knew something was going on, but had no idea what it might be. Barbara's reluctance to explain over the phone set me on edge. I was trying to prepare myself for bad news and prayed that everybody was healthy. The family had already endured so much emotional conflict and heartache. The last thing they needed was additional trauma.
In spite of my apprehension, I was becoming increasingly excited about the visit. When the pilot announced that we were on approach to Spokane International Airport, I actually had butterflies in my stomach. I knew that Mark wouldn't be there to greet me. Barbara had explained that he was working on an important personal project for her father and would probably not arrive home until evening. She assured me that she, Patrick, and Melissa would be anxiously awaiting my arrival.
As the plane taxied to a stop, Brad reached over and shook my hand. He cheerfully bid me goodbye and told me how much he was looking forward to getting together. I responded in kind and made certain I put his phone number in my wallet. As I watched him walk ahead of me, I felt a strange sense of destiny. Somehow I knew that my involvement with Brad would involve more than the installation of a sprinkler system. As we entered the terminal, he looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. I waved goodbye.
Chapter 11 - A Birthday Party
"Uncle Stevie, Uncle Stevie," a voice called across the crowded terminal.
I looked up and beheld a sight that filled me joy. Running between chairs and dodging unwary travelers, was Patrick. His face was lit with rapture that only children possess. He was carrying a large bouquet of Chrysanthemums. As he approached I dropped my bag, just in time to catch him as he flew into my arms.
"Hi Uncle Stevie, look what I grew, just for you."
The flowers were beautiful. Large brown, burgundy and yellow 'mums' mixed with baby's breath.
"I can't wait to show you my flower garden and my pumpkins. Dad bought me rabbits, did he tell you? Isn't this weather great? Did you know we had a small earthquake last week?" Patrick never gave pause for me to answer any of his excited questions, but that was fine. He was as excited to see me as I was him.
As I put him down he took hold of my hand and together we walked across the crowded room. I spotted Barbara standing next to a tall column near the back of the lobby. She looked stunning. Her auburn hair fell across her elegant shoulders and her beautiful green eyes were sparkling. When our eyes met, I was treated to one of her radiant smiles. Barbara looked happier than I'd ever seen her. Her embrace was filled with tenderness and love.
Melissa was standing slightly behind her mother. She has Barbara's smile yet there is sadness in her blue eyes. I had only met her one other time. She had arrived in California at the same time Mark and Barbara made the decision to move to Washington. Of course the family all told her all about me, but in reality, I was a stranger to her.
After collecting my luggage, which Patrick insisted on carrying himself, we walked outside toward the multilevel parking area. I was surprised to see the amount of snow on the ground. Probably five or six inches had fallen during the night. Patrick was in his element. He told me all about the storm and how unusual to have this amount of snow so early in the season. He had already melted the snow that had accumulated in his rain gauge and informed me that .56 of an inch of precipitation had fallen.
Leaving the airport, we headed north through downtown Spokane. The Williams' home is in Deer Park, a small community north of the city.
I was very impressed with their home. Only four years old and in excellent condition. The 2,100 square foot house features three bedrooms with two full baths and a large study. The focal point in the spacious living room is an attractive wood burning stove. The stove sits on a hearth made from Mariposite, a beautiful and uncommon stone, quarried in California. Behind the stove is an oak mantle that Barbara had lined with photos of the family. I was surprised to see a framed picture of myself displayed with the others.
With the exception of the study, I could see Barbara's touch throughout the house. Tastefully furnished, it looked like a model home, yet comfortable.
A quick glance told me that Mark had decorated the study. A gorgeous wooden bookcase sat against a wall, paneled in golden oak. Mark's antique desk sat in front of a window overlooking the garden and decorative pond. Mark collects wooden, hand-painted duck decoys, and they were placed throughout the room. A handsome brass oil lamp sat on the corner of his desk with topographic maps nicely framed on one wall. A beautiful oil painting of Bobwhite quail, exploding in flight out of an autumn meadow, adorned the wall behind a convertible sofa bed. Yes, this was definitely Mark's study and, I assumed the room that I would be sleeping in.
Once settled, I joined Barbara in the kitchen and we drank rich strong coffee. Both children were dispatched to their rooms to complete homework assignments, which allowed Barbara and myself time to talk. With some hesitancy I asked her what she and Mark wanted to talk with me about. She was silent for a few moments. When she resumed speaking, she reached across the table and took my hands in hers.
"Steven, I'd like to wait for Mark, if you don't mind. Please don't worry. There isn't anything to be concerned about. We've made a very important decision that involves you, and in fairness, Mark should be here."
Right away her face brightened and she squeezed my hands tightly.
"We have a big day planned for you tomorrow. Patrick is so excited about your birthday. He has planned a party. A few friends, mostly nursery customers, and my parents will be dropping by to meet you. We've told everybody about you and how I came to be involved in your business.
This is supposed to be a secret, but let me give you a 'heads up' about something. Patrick and Melissa baked your cake and Mark plans to make homemade ice cream. You know Mark; he's just like a kid himself. He is as excited as Patrick is. After the party my parents will take Patrick and Melissa to their home to spend the night. We will take advantage of that time to talk."
"That sounds really fun Barbara. I'm glad you invited me here for the week. I've missed you. The three of us have really come a long way, don't you think?"
"Further than you know Steven."
There was a far away look in her eyes when she said that. Not a look of sorrow but reflective. Once again I was taken aback by the serene look that graced her face.
"Steven, I'm happy. All of my life I dreamed about being somebody else. I just knew that one-day I would be famous and enjoy the love and respect of everybody. I imagined myself throwing great parties, eagerly attended by friends and family, and always, I was the gracious hostess envied by all the other women. I've lived vicariously through my imagination for so long, that I lost touch with who I am, and in the process, hurt many people. But Steven that has all changed. I'm happy now. I like myself."
At that moment Mark walked through the front door. I wanted to hear more of what Barbara was telling me, but it would have to wait. He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack in the entry. He slowly walked over to me, grinning from ear to ear, put his arms around my waist and picked me up off of the floor. Without saying a word he lovingly kissed my lips then slowly put me down. My heart melted as I looked into those brown eyes. Could it be possible that he was even better looking?
After a light dinner both kids were put to bed and the three of us talked for hours. We talked about everything. We reminisced about our years of friendship and we discussed Barbara's role in my nursery business.
Barbara was doing a terrific job. In a very short time she had not only set up the nursery, but had developed an impressive clientele. Mark was curious about Gary and Dan, and wanted a detailed account of what they were doing.
Throughout our conversation, I sensed an undercurrent. Not at all unpleasant, yet something was being deliberately left unsaid. I couldn't tell what it was but knew it had something to do with the reason I was there.
I was getting tired and we decided to call it a night. Barbara walked over to me and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Goodnight Steven, it's wonderful having you here with us. If you get up first, just turn on the coffeepot. It's already set up. By the way, happy birthday," she exclaimed.
Sure enough, it was past midnight. After Barbara left the room Mark walked over and sat next to me on the couch.
"Stevie, sit with me for just another minute or so."
"Mark, I'll sit with you for the rest of our lives if you'd like."
"I'd like that sweetheart. Did Barbara tell you anything about why we asked you to come up here?"
"All she said was that I needn't worry, and that we would talk tomorrow night. She also said that the two of you have made an important decision, and it involves me."
"Do you have any idea what that decision is?"
"No, but I'm thinking it must have something to do with the nursery. I'm hoping that Barbara still wants to be involved. You know she is making a lot of money for us."
"She works hard and loves every minute of it. I'm very proud of her. I'm sure you can tell how happy she is." Mark looked genuinely proud of his wife.
"I can. She started telling me about her newfound happiness. I can sense that you are both happy, Mark."
"We are Steven. My reasons for happiness are different than Barb's. I don't want to say anything more about that right now, but I will tomorrow. We are planning to celebrate your birthday, twice. Did she tell you about that?"
"No. Only that there will be a party tomorrow afternoon and that the kids will be spending the night at her folks house."
"And that's when the real party begins. I need to warn you that there will be another guest joining us tomorrow evening. You don't know this person. Promise me that you won't jump to any conclusions when he arrives, okay?"
"Mark, what are you planning? Now I'm nervous."
He pushed me down on the couch so that I was lying flat on my back. He gently lowered his weight on top of me and looked in my eyes.
"I love you so much Stevie. Would I ever do anything to embarrass you?"
He began kissing me and tenderly ran his hand under my shirt. He quickly found my nipples and began to gently pinch them. The feeling was electric and in no time my cock was fully erect. Mark could feel my hardness and began to rub his own hard cock against mine. Even through the fabric the feeling was incredible. I knew that if he kept it up I would cum in my pants.
"Mark, you've got me so hot. You need to stop or I won't be responsible for what happens next." He grinned at me.
That was all it took. I shuddered in ecstasy as I filled my underwear with cream. For some reason I felt shy about what I'd done.
"Damn you Mark, I just shot in my pants."
"Happy birthday sweetheart, I love you."
He laughed then kissed me softly. With that, he slowly got up and walked to their bedroom. Having just been given the best birthday present ever; I happily went to bed.
I awakened confused. I didn't know where I was. The room was unfamiliar and I could hear a soft tapping. Shaking off the remains of slumber I realized the tapping was coming from behind the closed door and that I was sleeping in Mark's study. The memory of Mark's birthday surprise brought a smile. I had a suspicion of what, or should I say who, was causing the tapping. I quickly rose, donned my robe, and opened the door. There, as I suspected, was Patrick.
"Happy Birthday Uncle Stevie."
He was grinning from ear to ear. Looking at his glowing face I realized that he had his dad's grin. Oh my. Some lucky girl or maybe boy will one-day fall in love with that wonderful grin, much the same way I did, with his father.
"Thank you Patrick, I'm really excited to be here with you on my birthday. I hope you will show me your garden and your rabbits today."
"That's why I got you up. Let's go outside, it's not too cold."
"I tell you what, let me take a real quick shower and get dressed. Then you can take me on a tour of your yard and nursery. I brought you a present. Let me get it for you."
I had purchased a beautiful cloud chart for Patrick. All of the cloud types were pictured. There was a special section with excellent photographs of tornadoes and hurricanes. The accompanying text was both easy to understand and meteorologically correct. I knew he would love it.
"Here you are," I said as I handed him the wrapped package. "You can look at this while I'm showering. I promise I won't be long."
"Uncle Stevie, why did you buy me a present? It's your birthday."
"Because it's fun to give presents to people you love, and Patrick, I really love you!"
"You really love my parents too, don't you? Especially dad."
"Yes I do. You, Melissa and your parents are the people I love the very most. I've known your dad for a long time. Longer than I've known your mom. We've had so many fun times together and he is my best friend. One day you will have a best friend and I hope you will remember how special that kind of friendship can be. Lots of people will come into your life and many of them will be your friends, but only a few will be as special as your father is to me. When that happens, you'll understand just how lucky I am to have the friendship of your entire family. I love you all so much. Does this make any sense to you?"
Children are so wise. Patrick put his arms around me and said, "God puts the right people together. God put us together. My friends don't believe in God but I do."
Having said that, he thanked me for the gift and wildly began ripping the paper off. I kissed him on the forehead and left him alone while I took my shower.
I was nervous to meet Barbara's parents. From what Mark had told me I knew they were very conservative. I couldn't imagine them approving of the unconventional relationship I shared with their daughter and son-in-law. The party was scheduled to begin at 11:00 A.M but they arrived early.
Barbara's father, Chester, was shorter than I imagined him to be, and very soft-spoken. As he shook my hand I felt as if he was genuinely glad to meet me. I soon learned that he was interested in horticulture and that he grew orchids in his backyard greenhouse. We had much in common and enjoyed our conversation.
Margaret, Barbara's mother, is lovely. It was easy to see where Barbara got her good looks. She stood only five feet tall, yet regal in stature. She has the same fiery emerald eyes as Barbara. Margaret spoke little, but when she did, she was captivating. I liked her parents very much.
Several other couples arrived and the party was underway. Patrick and Melissa were the proud host and hostess and ensured that everybody had a good time. Mark flitted around like a little boy. I couldn't help but feel he was showing me off to his friends. He was not at all shy about his affection for me. Many times he would hold my hand as he introduced me to his friends. He even kissed my cheek whenever we passed in the hallway.
Barbara also was affectionate. She would introduce me to her friends as, "her boss and dear friend." At one point she greatly embarrassed me. While making the acquaintance of one of her girlfriends, she reached around and grabbed my rear.
"Don't you wish your boss had an ass like this," she said while winking at me.
The cake baked by Patrick and Melissa was really very good. Mark's ice cream was not as successful. For some reason it didn't set up well, but the cold liquid was tasty. Mark pouted like a little boy. I found it sexy.
At one point I noticed Melissa looking at Patrick's new cloud chart, which he had left in the study. I remembered that I hadn't given her the gift I brought her. Because I didn't know Melissa well, I had to ask Barbara about her interests. She told me that Melissa loved the boy band, N'SYNC. So I got on the Internet and discovered that they would be giving a concert in the Spokane area, in the Spring. As luck would have it, I was able to secure two tickets. I opened my suitcase and handed her the small wrapped envelope. When she saw its contents and realized that the tickets were hers, she yelled so loudly that all of the guests came running into the study.
The party was successful and I really enjoyed the opportunity of meeting Mark and Barbara's friends and family. Everybody made me feel welcome yet I had the feeling most of the guests knew more about me than they let on. I warmly thanked Patrick and Melissa for making my party so special and hugged them before they drove off with Chester and Margaret.
Chapter 12 - And the Truth Shall Set You Free
Between Patrick's early morning wake up call and staying up late the night before, I was pretty sleepy. I asked Mark and Barbara if they would be offended if I took a nap before the second party began.
"Not at all Stevie. I want you fully rested for the activities I have planned for later." He and Barbara exchanged a sly look.
So I excused myself and slipped into the study. It seemed only minutes before the ringing of the front door bell awakened me. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was already 6:00 p.m. I was groggy. I could tell that I had slept deeply. I quickly took my second shower of the day. I knew the water would be refreshing and would help clear my fuzzy head. I put on a pair of new Levi's, a fresh shirt, and walked into the living room.
On the couch, sitting next to Barbara, was a gorgeous man. He looked to be about my age. When I entered the room, he stood up and took a step in my direction. He extended his hand and smiled.
"Hey Steven. I'm Carl Andersen."
I returned his handshake and smile. "Very pleased to meet you Carl."
The man standing before me looked like a Nordic God. His handsome face appeared to have been chiseled out of alabaster and his sparkling blue eyes were almost hypnotic in their beauty. Very blond hair that was cut short accentuated his masculinity. Carl stood 6'2" and was probably 220 pounds of taut, well-proportioned muscle. This man could have any woman, or man, he wanted. I don't know how long I stood staring at him, but I soon realized that both Barbara and Mark were quietly laughing.
"You like what you see Stevie?" Mark taunted good- naturedly.
"Ah, well...yes I do. " I was totally embarrassed. I must have looked and sounded like a complete fool. "Carl, I'm sorry, I just woke up and I'm a bit groggy."
"It's okay Steven. I know all about you, and from what I've been told, you are one hell of guy. Don't let them embarrass you. I really am very pleased to finally meet you."
Barbara spoke up and asked us to have a seat.
"Steven, I hope this isn't going to be awkward for you, but the four of us have some important matters to discuss."
If it weren't for the fact that Mark, Barbara, and Carl were all smiling broadly, I would have been pretty nervous. I realized that the moment of truth was at hand. The reason I was invited to Washington was about to be revealed to me, but I still had no idea of the magnitude of the event about to unfold.
"Steven," Barbara spoke. "Carl is Melissa's father."
I remembered Barbara telling me the circumstances behind her move to California and yes, I recalled her telling me that Melissa's father's name is Carl. I also remembered her saying he was irresponsible and had left her to give birth alone.
"Last year, when we moved back to Washington, my father told me that Carl had made contact with the family shortly after I left for California. He also told me that Carl had stayed in close contact with the family ever since."
Carl looked somewhat uncomfortable as he listened to Barbara begin her story. As he began speaking, his face looked strained, but his eyes never lost their subtle glow.
"When I found out that Barbara had left for California, I realized just what a huge mistake I'd made. Chester was angry with me and warned me that if I tried to contact Barbara or Melissa, he would use his considerable power within the community to make my life miserable. I didn't want to cause further hurt so I agreed to stay away. But Margaret, Barb's mom, treated me kindly and would secretly call me. She told me all about Melissa.
Occasionally I would see my daughter in town with her 'new' parents, and my heart would wrench. How stupid and selfish could I have been? I loved Barbara from the day we'd met in junior high school. We went steady and remained together through high school. Neither of us ever dated anybody else. We were elected prom king and queen and voted the couple 'most likely to live happily ever after'. Now, because of my immaturity, I lost the only woman I ever loved, and my own daughter."
Tears came to Carl's eyes and he hung his head like a whipped dog. Barbara's eyes watered as she gently placed her hand against his cheek.
"I don't know why I panicked. I knew I was making a mistake, yet I did it anyway. I told Barb that I needed my freedom and time to experience life on my own. I deserted her. By the time I came to my senses, she and my daughter were beyond reach. I was devastated and didn't date another woman for three years. And when I started dating again, all I could think about was Barbara. I decided that I would rather live in loneliness than be with somebody I didn't love,"
"Sounds like somebody else I know," Mark said, while looking at me.
Allowing Carl a moment to compose himself, Barbara picked up the story.
"Only days after moving back to Spokane, Melissa and I ran into Carl while shopping. At first it was terribly awkward. I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to make him pay for all of the hurt he'd inflicted on me. But I couldn't do it. Melissa was with me and I didn't know what to say to her. Should I tell her that this man is her father? She knew that Mark wasn't her biological father yet she had grown to love him as a daddy. I decided to say nothing to Melissa, but I knew I'd see Carl again. I got his phone number and told him that I would call. I still loved him. I knew that beyond any doubt."
Looking away from Carl, she stared right into my eyes.
"Steven, I was miserable. Painfully aware of the mess I'd made of my life, I didn't want to make any more mistakes. I'd manipulated Mark into marrying me and ruined his chances of having happiness with you, the only person he truly romantically loves. I had pretended that my own daughter didn't exist. Worst of all, I'd been dishonest with myself.
I love Mark, and our sex life has been wonderful, but Mark is not the love of my life. He never was. I finally admitted to myself that I had never stopped loving Carl.
So, for the first time in my adult life, I did the honest thing. I told Mark the truth. I poured out my heart to him and was prepared to pay the consequences for my life of dishonesty. What I wasn't prepared for, was Mark's reaction?"
There was a long pause as Barbara struggled to remain composed.
"He forgave me. He took me in his arms and held me close and we cried together. After the tears finally stopped we discussed what we should do. We considered all of the options available to us and for the first time ever, we prayed together.
Over the next few days God answered our prayers. We realized there was only one honest solution to our problem and we made a decision. We filed for divorce. We both know in our hearts that we have done the right thing. Our divorce was final last week.
I was stunned. I was expecting somebody to say, 'just kidding', but they were all silent and waiting for my reaction.
"I don't know what to say," was all I could manage.
"Well I'm hoping you will see the wisdom in what we did," Barbara replied. "I know how shocking this must be for you Steven, but if you think about it, you'll see it is the best for all of us."
I was so taken aback I hadn't even thought about the implications for Mark and myself.
"What about Patrick and Melissa. What will happen to them?"
Mark had been quiet as Barbara and Carl explained the situation to me. He finally spoke up.
"They're both supportive of our decision."
I thought this would be a good time to tell them what Patrick had said to me earlier that morning.
"Patrick awakened me this morning and we had a talk. We were discussing love and friendship and he said to me, 'you really love my parents, especially my dad'."
"I told him how much I love you both. I also told him that one day he too would have a best friend and would understand just how lucky I am to have all of you in my life.
Looking at me thoughtfully, he said, 'God puts the right people together'. Now it all makes sense and I understand what he was trying to tell me. He is a remarkable boy. What happens now?"
"I want you to be happy for us Steven."
Barbara's voice was soft and almost pleading with me.
"It is very important to both Carl and myself that our decision does not cost us our friendship with you. I need your friendship more than ever."
"And you've got it Barbara. You'll always have my friendship. We may have gotten off to a rocky start, but we're fine now.
Carl stood up and walked over to me. I remained seated. He knelt down on one knee directly in front of me and softly spoke.
"I want to be your friend Steven. I've asked Barbara to marry me and she has accepted. Because Barbara and Mark love you so much it's important that our marriage receive your blessing."
Once his words finally registered, I slowly stood up and pulled Carl up with me. I put my arms around him and warmly hugged him.
"You and Barbara have my blessing and my friendship. I'm so happy for the two of you, and for Melissa. You are finally a family."
Carl gently kissed my cheek and his blue eyes glistened with tears. The heart of this strong masculine man was as tender and vulnerable as a child's.
"Thank you Steven."
"I knew you'd find a way to get your arms around him Stevie," Mark said while laughing. "He's quite a hunk, don't you think?
"Yes he is...and a gentleman."
"Let the party begin," Mark intoned in his playful voice.
A bottle of champagne was opened and a toast to my birthday and the upcoming marriage was raised. We were all perfectly happy. After the second glass of champagne was poured, Barbara spoke.
"Steven, I have a birthday present for you."
With a quick wink to Mark, she asked him to go and get it for her. He disappeared into their bedroom.
"Steven, I want this to be the happiest birthday you've ever had, so I decided that I had to find the perfect gift for you. After considerable searching I think I've found it. It's truly one of a kind - a 'pearl of great price'. It's something that I should have given to you long ago, but I couldn't bear to part with it. Now I can.
For the last fifteen years your heart has been filled with love that you've been unable to share. I know how hard that has been for you Steven. If I had only understood that I could trust God for my happiness, I would have spared all of us many years of loneliness. God brought Carl back into my life even after all the mistakes we made. I believe that God put you and Mark together too."
Barbara smiled beautifully as Mark walked out of the bedroom and up to me. He grinned as Barbara took the large bow he was carrying and placed it on top of his head.
"Steven, I'm sorry it has taken me so long, but here at last, is my gift to you. I love you both so much. Happy Birthday."
The impact of Barbara's gift hit me like a ton of bricks. Until that moment, I still had not realized that nothing stood between Mark and myself.
"Barb and I are going to take a walk in the nursery. You two need some time alone," Carl said while smiling warmly at me.
"Our reservations aren't until 8:00 P.M. Let us know when you're ready to go."
"Go where?" I said.
"We're going to celebrate your birthday at 'Ripples On The River', one of Spokane's finest restaurants. They specialize in seafood and traditional dishes of the Pacific Northwest. It's a nice location overlooking the Spokane River. I think you'll enjoy it. It's my birthday present to you Steven."
"Thank you Carl."
Mark sat down next to me on the couch and put his arm around me.
"I hope you're not angry because I didn't mention any of this to you before tonight. It all happened so quickly and our emotions were on overload. We weren't trying to hide anything from you, just trying to sort through all the pieces of the puzzle. Are you okay Steven?"
"A bit overwhelmed."
"I'm sure you are buddy. I haven't given you my birthday present yet."
"I don't know if I can take any more surprises."
"I think you'll really like it. At least I hope so."
His tender dark eyes looked deep within my soul. He looked so much like a little boy desperately wanting to please his parents. My heart, already filled to overflowing, expanded within my chest and sweetly ached for this man.
He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. He didn't say anything for a few minutes and I could feel his heart beating fast.
"Close your eyes sweetheart. Keep them closed until I ask you to open them."
I could sense that he had stood up and moved away from the couch. He was gone for only a few moments.
"Okay Steven, you can open your eyes now."
Mark was knelling on one knee as he took my hands into his. A warm smile graced his lovely face, but his eyes, ever so slightly, betrayed his confidence.
"Ever since that day in Red Rock Canyon, when I first told you that I loved you, I knew that you were the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. That day I gave you my heart, and every day since, my love has grown deeper. You are my joy and happiness and I want us to be together, forever."
Releasing my hands, he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small black jewelry box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful gold ring.
"Steven, I love you with every ounce of my being. Without you, I have nothing. With you, I'm the richest man on earth. Sweetheart, will you marry me?"
With those five simple words, all of my hopes and dreams were realized. Looking into his hopeful eyes I smiled, and told him yes. We held each other as our tears flowed together. For fifteen years I'd prayed for this day. My grateful heart silently sang a hymn of praise to the author of love and happiness.
He gently ran his fingers through my hair as I softly rested my hand on his thigh. It sounds clich^Â, but time seemed to stand still. I flashed back to that afternoon in Red Rock Canyon when we sat side by side, on a small outcropping of rock, overlooking the Mojave Desert. My soul had joined with Mark's, and I knew perfect contentment.
"Do you want to have a ceremony celebrating our commitment?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, I think that would be nice. How do you feel about it?" We continued to hold each as we talked.
"The same way. I want the whole world to know how much I love you. You know that I'm not religious or anything, but...I want our union to include God."
Mark was venturing into a new frontier as he spoke of God. During our years of friendship, we rarely spoke about anything spiritual. I wasn't sure what he believed.
"I'm glad that you feel that way. I wasn't sure that you even believed in God."
"Sure I do." He looked serene as he spoke.
"How do you think your sister will feel about this?"
"She knows about us. About a month after you broke up, she called me and asked if we could talk. She told me that she suspected that you might be Gay. She was concerned that your love for me might be more than that of friendship."
"Worried about her baby brother?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"What did you say to her?"
"I told her that she might be right about you. I added that I hoped it was true."
"You didn't."
"Yes I did."
"Poor Kathy. She must have been so upset."
"At first, but she got over it quickly. She was glad that one of us might end up with you."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"Probably for the same reasons you never told me about your desires." I was scared, fearful of destroying our friendship, and unsure of your feelings.
Last week I called Kathy and told her about the divorce. I also told her that I planned to ask you to marry me. She is very happy for us.
Do you want to wear my ring now, or wait for the ceremony?" There was joy in his voice as he asked.
"I think I'd like to wait for the ceremony, but only if we make it soon. Otherwise I want to start wearing it now. I want everybody to know that I'm yours. Can I try it on?"
He tenderly handed me the ring and I felt my emotions begin to swell. Inside was an inscription. It read: `To Steven, my sweetheart forever. Love, Mark'. As I read those words, tears flowed down my cheeks.
"I can't believe you did this for me. After all these years, you still remember. What did I ever do to deserve you? I love you so much."
"No baby, I'm the lucky one."
We held each other and I would have been supremely happy to just sit with him all evening, but Carl and Barbara were anxious to share in our joy.
Over dinner, we pondered the events of that remarkable day. My biggest concern was for the kids. Evidently Mark and Barbara had honestly discussed the divorce with them. Both children seemed to understand and were supportive of their decision. Melissa would live with Barbara and Carl. Patrick would spend the school year with Barbara and summers with Mark.
"Have you told your parents?" I asked Barbara.
"Yes, we've told everybody. I've lived too long with dishonesty. Those that truly love us will understand. Those who can't be happy for us are free to find new friends. It will be harder for you and Mark though."
"Because we are two men?" I asked.
"Yes. I was surprised that my folks accepted Mark's sexuality, but some of our friends have not. But that is their loss, not ours. We're not concerned about those who harbor prejudice and hatred. I want to surround myself with people who foster love and tolerance."
"Carl, you don't have a problem with homosexuality?" I asked.
"Not anymore. When I was younger, I made cruel jokes about fags. I reacted like most men, out of ignorance and insecurity. I believed that Gay men were somehow less than manly and disgraceful. Pretty stupid huh? I'm a heterosexual male, and my inability to stand by Barbara when she needed me, is probably the most unmanly and disgraceful thing I can think of. The measure of a man is seen in his character, not his sexual orientation."
"Barbara, keep this one. He's a winner," I said.
"Don't you worry about that, he's not getting away from me this time. Besides, 'God puts the right people together'."
"When are you going to be married? Carl asked me.
We hadn't had the time to discuss any of the particulars of our new relationship. Obviously there would be many decisions to make in a very short period of time.
"I still have my key to your house. Can I move in? Mark asked enthusiastically.
"You'd better," I said.
Chapter 13 - Good Things Come To those who Wait
We got back to the house around 11:30 p.m. Full and content, we were ready for bed. I thanked everybody for a remarkable birthday and headed for the study. I normally take a shower before going to bed but since I'd already taken two that day, I thought I'd pass. I had just climbed into bed when Mark, wearing a robe, walked in the room.
"Hey buddy, You're not starting without me are you?"
With damp hair sticking in all directions, I knew Mark had just come from the shower. He looked so sexy. Mark could have been a model; he is that good looking. At 34 years old he looks better than most 21 year old men. He doesn't have ounce of extra fat anywhere. His belly is flat and his chest is well developed. I've always been partial to men with some body hair and Mark has just the perfect amount. As he sat down in the chair facing the bed I had a good view of his strong, hairy legs.
"Mark, are you sleeping with me?" I asked.
"Well yeah, unless you don't want me to." His face saddened.
"Of course I do. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I thought you would want to wait until you moved in with me."
"Haven't we waited long enough? Barbara and I haven't had sex for almost a year. Once we made the decision to end our marriage we though it would best if we stopped. We're better friends than ever, but our relationship is purely platonic. I've been sleeping here in the study. Tonight Barbara and Carl will be sleeping together in the other bedroom. This will be their first time since Melissa was born.
"Why have they waited?" I asked.
"Because Barbara didn't think it would be fair to me. She felt it would be selfish to have a sexual relationship while I was alone. She wanted to wait for the divorce to be final and for you to be here. It really is a night of celebration for all of us."
"Mark moved over to the bed and put his arm around me. Steven, we've waited for this night for so long. I want everything to be perfect."
"It's already perfect. Just having you with me is more than I dreamed would happen. I'd given up hope that our love would ever become sexual. I was content just knowing you love me. Mark, there is something I'd like to talk with you about though."
"Anything you want sweetheart."
"Well, it's a little bit embarrassing. You had many partners before you married Barbara."
"Don't remind me. I was quite a slut."
"I remember your excitement as you shared every explicit detail with me, usually during breakfast the next morning."
Mark blushed at he reminder.
"Barbara told me just how fantastic you are in bed."
I was suddenly embarrassed, and Mark could sense my uneasiness.
"Where are you going with this babe?"
"Well...as you know, Kathy is the only person I've ever had sex with. You also know that I wasn't very good at it. For years I've been so worried, that if we were ever given the opportunity to have sex, that I wouldn't be able to satisfy you. A few years ago I even rented some Gay porn movies so I could see what I'm supposed to do. Mark I don't want to disappoint you."
"Oh baby, have you been worried about that? You could never disappoint me. The few romantic times we've shared, were the most satisfying sensual encounters I've ever had. You knew exactly what to do. If I remember correctly, you pleasured me in a way I'd never dreamed of. Besides, YOU are the object of my desire, not the sex.
You are the most handsome and sexy man I've ever seen. I get excited just looking at you. But even more than that - I'm in love with you.
Hey, I'm new at this too. I've never had sex with a man and I'm not sure I know what to do either, but we'll have fun figuring it out, together."
"Mark, what if I'm not enough for you? I mean...you told me that you're bisexual with a preference for women. What if you need a woman?"
"Until you came into my life that was true. I love sex, you know that. I've had sex with plenty of women, and there have been some men that I've wanted to fuck, but never did it. I was always trying to satisfy something deep inside me. Something my father took away from me when he deserted us.
Honey, I don't feel that way now. When you appeared in my life, all of that changed. I don't need nor do I want anybody else. There is not a pussy out there that holds any charm for me anymore. All I want is you."
He gently pushed me back down onto the bed and began kissing me. I opened my mouth to receive his probing tongue. His breath was clean and I could tell he had just brushed his teeth. Our tongues met in my mouth while Mark began rubbing my chest. He took his mouth away from mine and sighed.
"You smell so good babe. I want you so badly."
"I'm all yours Mark."
He began licking the inside of my ear and I thought I'd go crazy. It felt so incredible. Hearing his gentle sighs as he suckled my ear lobe nearly drove me over the edge. I had no idea that my ears could be so sensitive to his touch and breath.
"I'm almost there. It's not going much more before I shoot." I couldn't believe how wonderful I was feeling. He hadn't even touched my cock and I was ready to cum.
"That's okay baby, we've got all night. No, we've got the rest of our lives. I just want you to enjoy this. I want you to feel the same way I felt that night you gave me my first massage."
While his tongue made love to my ear, he somehow managed to get me out of my boxers. My cock was sticking straight up. It had never been so hard. I opened the front of his robe and saw his magnificent penis. It was hard and leaking precum. My passion was building fast. I was only moments away from shooting when Mark stopped licking my ear and pulled his head away from my face. His eyes were filled with love as he intently looked into my eyes.
"I love you so much. But I don't want to go too fast and make you uncomfortable. I just can't get enough of you sweetheart."
"There's nothing you could do that would make me uncomfortable. You are the sweetest, gentlest and most considerate person I know. I love you too."
He stood up and removed his robe. I lay on my back gazing at his beauty. Gently he lowered his body across mine and resumed his explorations with his tongue. He gently licked my closed eyelids while my hands caressed his strong back. Again he kissed my lips. I caught the fragrance of his hair. It smelled clean and masculine.
His downward expedition continued as he gently sucked on my neck. I was about to receive my first hickey. His gentle yet persistent sucking was erotic. I was surprised to hear myself softly moaning. With slow deliberate movement he licked from the base of my neck up to my chin.
Moving lower he took my right nipple into his mouth. I could feel the warmth of his tongue as it swirled, stopping only long enough for a gentle nibble. While his mouth worked my right tit his hand worked magic on the left. Both nipples were hard and tingling. I'd never felt such wonderful sensations. I'd heard that women have a 'magic' connection between their nipples and clitoris. Well let me tell you, I found out that I have the same connection between my nipples and my cock. My rock hard organ was screaming for attention.
He continued to run his hand through my chest hair as his mouth moved lower still. His tongue found my belly button. I didn't know how much more I could take. Slowly, tantalizingly so, he moved lower. He buried his face in my pubic hair and began rubbing my sensitive inner thighs. Cupping my balls with one hand he grasped my rigid penis with the other.
"Oh Steven you are so beautiful," he whispered with quiet passion.
"He kissed the tip of my cock then ran his tongue through my piss slit. His tongue ran circles around the now ultra- sensitive head. I knew I was leaking precum but he didn't seem to mind. He knew exactly what he was doing. I never dreamed that sex could be so exciting and intense. I felt as if I was drifting into another dimension. Slowly he took more of my cock into his mouth, stopping to run his tongue across the sensitive ridge just below the head. As my shaft disappeared down his throat I could feel my orgasm approaching. Mark sensed it as well and his sucking became more intense.
"I'm gonna cum. Oh Mark I can't hold off..."
Our passion rose together and I knew he intended for me to cum in his mouth. And cum I did. My entire body rocked with pleasure as repeated volleys of semen were released into Mark's talented mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the spasms subsided and I was overcome with a sense of bliss. I had just experienced sublime intimacy with the man I loved. He continued to gently rub my legs as he sweetly lay his head on my stomach. There was no need for words.
Finally I spoke. "That was so hot. You knew exactly what to do. How did you know?"
He moved up and placed his head on my chest.
"I don't know. I just did what came naturally. It was wonderful for me too. I've wanted to do that to you for so long. It was such rush when you came in my mouth. I love you sweetheart."
"I love you too baby. Now it's my turn."
I sat upright and had him lie flat on his back. I began by kissing his lovely lips. I then moved to the foot of the bed and began kissing his feet. I took each of his toes into my mouth and sucked them seductively. His moans of pleasure encouraged me. Mark's feet are as handsome as the rest of him. Perfectly shaped without callus or roughness. Soft, supple and sexy.
Moving upward I licked every inch of his legs. The brown hair that covers his limbs excites me to no end. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, yet feeling the coarse hair on his strong legs brought new life to my cock.
My exploring tongue continued it's northward movement. With my fingernails I would gently scratch the length of his legs starting at the inside of his upper thighs and running down to his knees. I knew he was enjoying the sensation, as his skin was soon covered with Goosebumps and I could hear him sighing."
As my tongue discovered his hairy balls I gently took them, one at a time, into my mouth. I was careful not to suck too hard. My own balls are very sensitive and I didn't want to hurt Mark. His moans increased so I felt all was well. Once again I was becoming incredibly excited. I licked that velvety smooth area just below his ball sack and ever so slowly began moving toward his small rosebud. I remembered, from years ago, when I touched him there with my finger, he became excited.
Mark is very clean. He takes two, sometimes three showers every day. Because of his cleanliness I found licking him in this area to be very erotic. I had often wondered if I would find 'rimming' to be distasteful. There was a slight musky yet clean smell that I found intoxicating. As I flicked my tongue across his opening he began moving his hips, pushing himself toward me.
"Stevie, that feels so good. Where did you learn to do that?"
"I saw it in the Gay porn movies that I rented. All the guys seemed to love this."
I continued licking, much to Mark's delight. I ever so slightly inserted my tongue into his tight hole and he jumped.
"Oh my God, that feels wonderful."
I could tell he was nearing his climax so I moved my mouth to his penis. I took his manhood, as far as I could into my eager mouth. As I sucked him I gently inserted a finger into his warm moist hole and slowly pushed in and out. His chest began heaving and I knew he was ready to shoot.
"Stevie, I'm coming. Arrrrggghhh!"
I soon learned that Mark is incapable of having an orgasm without making that sound. It's a deep growl-like noise that originates deep in his chest. I was amazed at the amount of semen he delivered. It was wonderful. Warm, thick, smooth and slightly salty. It was hard to describe but I loved it. I felt totally at one with my lover. I began jerking my own cock and for the second time that evening I shot my load.
We lie in each other's arms and said very little. Totally satisfied and perfectly happy, we drifted off to sleep. I awakened around 7:00 a.m. and found Mark sleeping with his head on my chest and his arm draped over me. It felt so nice and warm having him next to me. I didn't want to move, but I had to urinate, badly. I tried to move without waking him but as I stood he sleepily said, "where ya goin' sexy?"
"Sorry Mark but I've got to pee"
"Okay, but hurry back, I'm not through with you yet."
"I hope not," I said.
After relieving myself I decided to wash my face and brush my teeth. The night had been chilly so by the time I had finished, I was cold. Getting back into bed I deliberately put my cold hands on Mark's chest.
His response was immediate and vocal.
"Your hands are like ice. You did that on purpose you Jackass."
He quickly grabbed me and started tickling me. We are both pretty strong and evenly matched, but I was able to thwart his efforts, barely. After wrestling for a few minutes he placed his lips over mine and kissed me tenderly.
"Good morning sweetheart. Hey, you brushed your teeth, that's not fair."
"Sure it is." I began rubbing my hand through the thick brown curls on his chest while sucking his nipples. Both of our cocks were rock hard.
"I want you," I said before I began sucking his lovely penis.
"I want you too baby."
We moved into a 69 position and quickly brought each other to orgasm. Mark came first but only by a few seconds. What a wonderful way to say good morning.
While Mark went to the bathroom I crept quietly into the kitchen and started the coffee. Barbara and Carl were evidently still sleeping. I waited for the coffee to finish, then brought a cup for each of us back to bed. Mark was in bed sitting up. I handed him his cup and climbed in next to him.
"I love you Mark."
"I love you too baby. Last night and this morning were fantastic. I realize now, that until last night, I'd never made love before. Before you Stevie, everything else was just sex.
"I don't have much to compare you too but I guess you did okay," I said teasing him.
"Only okay, huh."
"I've never been happier. You were magnificent. I know this is going to sound a little bit crude, especially after your lovely words but; we haven't fucked yet. I want you to know that is something I'm really looking forward to. I don't know how you feel about it, but I'm really anticipating having you inside of me. But if that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. We don't have to do it. Or, if you'd rather just fuck me, that too is okay."
"Of course I want too. Why would you be concerned about that?"
"If you really think about it, well, it sounds a little gross. I've heard that some men are 'tops' and others 'bottoms'. And some just won't do it at all."
"The night we had our first romantic encounter, you startled me by running your finger over my asshole. Do you recall me telling you how good it felt and how I wished you were sticking something else up there?"
"Yes, I remember it well."
"Well, it was your cock that I was hoping for. Yes, I want you to fuck me and I want to fuck you too. I have only one request though. For me, that act will be the supreme demonstration of our love for each other. It will be the consummation of our love and the fulfillment of all the hopes and dreams we've shared over the last 15 years. If you don't mind sweetheart, I'd like us to wait until our wedding night before we do it. Is that okay with you?"
"More than okay. It's perfect.
We have a lot of things to talk about before I leave for home. Do you feel like it now?"
"Sure, where do we start?"
"I've missed living with you. I've dreamed of this day since we split up after college. I want you to know that my house is now, our home. Also, if you were interested, I'd like you to work the nursery with me. There is plenty of work to keep both of us busy.
I understand if you want to continue working in aerospace. I'm not expecting you to give that up. If that's what you want to do, take all the time you need to find a suitable engineering job. Whatever you decided is fine with me. I just don't want you to worry about it. Let's both put away the typical male, 'I must be the bread winner', bullshit. After all, neither one of us is exactly the, typical male. The nursery generates enough revenue to keep both of us working hard and living well. But I will be totally supportive, whatever your decision may be.
"I've been thinking a lot about that. I love being an engineer and it has served me well. I think I will always be involved in some capacity. But even more than that, I want to work with you. I've enjoyed the nursery as much as Barbara has, and you know how much I like being outside. I have a fair knowledge of both botany and ornamental horticulture and I can learn whatever else is necessary.
I do have two concerns though. I know you well enough to understand that you will create work, just so I feel needed. I can't do that Steven. I want to work with you, but only if I'm contributing to the profitability of the business or taking some of the pressure off of you. The moment I sense that you are just being `kind' or not wanting to hurt my feelings, I'll find other work. I want to be part of your business but only if I'm helping. It's real important to me. I hope you understand that."
"I do. I'd feel the same way. But I really do need your help. The last two years I've turned down orders because I couldn't handle the increased volume. I'd like to think of the nursery as `our' business. If you decide to return to engineering, I'll hire another full time employee to help out. But it will still be our business.
I just hope Barbara intends to stay with me. She is generating considerable income without consuming any of my time. What is your second concern?"
"How in hell will I ever keep my hands off of you?" We won't get any work done."
"Then we'll go to the poorhouse, but will go together and happy."
Mark leaned his gorgeous body against mine and gave me a smile that once again laid claim to my heart.
"What have you and Barbara decided to do with your house," I asked.
"There's little, if any, equity accumulated. Chester and Margaret gave us the money for the down payment and have told us they don't want it paid back. I'm going to quit claim my title interest to Barbara. She will have sole title to the property until she marries Carl. Then it will become community property. They will be starting out with a beautiful house and mortgage payments that they can easily make."
"That's great. I'm really happy for them. What does Carl do for a living?"
"You'd never guess by looking at him. He's a CPA."
"Wow, I'd have never guessed. He can balance my ledger anytime he wants."
"Hey - that's my job. Better be careful or I might just have to hurt ya."
"I've made a decision about the nursery and my house. I don't want you to give me a pain in the ass when I tell you. Promise me you won't or I'll just go ahead with my plans and not tell you at all."
"Steeeeve, I don't like the sound of this. What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Okay I promise, I won't give you a problem. You can be a real prick when you want to be."
"Thanks, I try hard. Okay, here's the deal. As soon as I get home I'm putting you on title to the house and property. I'm also going to have my attorney draw up the paperwork making you a joint partner in the business. What's mine is yours honey, that's how marriages work."
He was silent for a while. Finally, when he spoke, I heard sadness in his voice.
"I would never ask you to do all of that for me. Since the day we met, you have given me so much. What have I ever done for you?"
"Mark, you've got to be kidding. You've given me happiness. I didn't understand real happiness until that wonderful day in Red Rock Canyon when you told me you love me. You've completed me Mark. I would be an empty shell of a man if I didn't have you in my life. You've only given me everything.
He thanked me repeatedly. I could tell that he was excited over the prospect of running the nursery with me. With his keen analytical mind he would be a great asset to the business.
"I don't want to wait too long for our wedding. I know the State and most churches won't recognize it, but it's important to me. I know God will bless our union.
As much as I care for Barbara, our marriage was a sham. All I was interested in was sex. Barbara was only seeking security and a substitute for Carl. No love, no trust and no God. You've given me all of these things and I want the whole world to know how much we love each other. How do two men go about getting married?"
"I really don't know. What kind of service do you want?"
"Just a simple ceremony with all of our friends. I've always liked the traditional wedding vows. They're an eloquent expression of love and commitment."
"I always knew you were a romantic, ya big ol' lug of a man."
"Yeah, I guess I am. But so are you Stevie."
"Don't you ever forget it. I want kisses and flowers everyday."
"Sure thing - I'll just pick them in the nursery."
"We'll have trouble finding a church or pastor that will be willing to perform the service. Most mainline denominations still preach that homosexuality is sinful and use the Bible as a weapon in their moral battle. Some individual congregations within liberal thinking denominations have had the courage to welcome Gays and Lesbians into their fellowship and even celebrate same sex unions. A few Episcopal, Lutheran and Methodist ministers, and even Roman Catholic priests, have actually disobeyed their synod leaders and have welcomed homosexuals into their churches and have gone so far as to ordain them into the ministry. Of course this has also led to excommunication and other forms of ecclesiastical discipline. It remains pretty bleak and I fear will get worse as reactionary elements within the church gain political power.
Jerry Falwell and other 'moral majority' types have successfully duped Americans into believing that homosexuality is a threat to the moral fabric of the country and they use children as their trump card. There are numerous political and Christian organizations actively lobbying and soliciting grass roots support in their homophobic attempts to frighten parents. Since you moved to Washington, Pete Knight, the Republican Representative serving Northern L.A. and Eastern Kern Counties has led a campaign designed to prevent the State of California from recognizing Gay marriages. Knight and the church maintain that the Gay lifestyle is a threat to the family. It's pretty sad, I've heard that his own son is openly Gay.
We do have a couple of choices though. We can do something as simple as taking our vows in front of our friends and family, without the use of a church or minister. Or, there is an openly Gay Christian Church called the Metropolitan Community Church that would perform the service. I don't know much about their doctrine, but I do know they welcome Gays and Lesbians within the framework of the Christian faith."
"I just want us to be married. Let's talk with Gary and get his advice. It would be really special to get married at Red Rock Canyon. The wildflowers are beautiful in the canyon, but I don't want to wait until Spring." I noticed a quiet, reflective look in Mark's eyes as he spoke.
"Red Rock Canyon is the perfect location. Let's talk with Gary as soon as you get to California and we can begin to make plans. Speaking of California, when do you think you will be able to move? I can't bear to be apart for long."
"I promised Chester that I would stay on the job through the end of the year, and I need to be here at Christmas, for Patrick. Although he understands, he is still a child and my leaving is going to be hard on him. It's going to break my heart too. I want to make this Christmas really special. My plan is to move the first week in January."
"I certainly understand, but that sounds like forever. It will be the longest six weeks of my life."
"I know sweetheart, I know."
After taking a shower together we got dressed and went into the living room. Barbara and Carl were up and having coffee. Mark made a second pot and the four of us sat and talked about our future plans. Barbara and Carl were planning a small wedding, probably in early Spring. Barbara, who had come to have a vibrant faith in God, wanted a church wedding. Carl was agreeable. It was important to Carl that Mark and I promise to attend.
"Of course we'll be there," Mark said warmly. "I really think of us as one extended family. The road getting here has been fraught with many detours and dead ends, but we've managed to come together."
"Carl, we're hoping that you, Barbara, Melissa and Patrick will attend our wedding in California." I said. "We don't have a date set but plan to be married soon."
Carl grinned broadly. He was obviously pleased with our plans. I wasn't sure why, but Carl's enthusiasm for our relationship seemed a little unusual for a straight guy. Maybe he was relieved that I was taking Mark away from Barbara. After all, Mark was Barbara's husband for many years. No, I didn't think that was quite right. If I was reading him correctly, he seemed to be a generous and kind-hearted man. I wasn't concerned, but found the scenario quite interesting.
"Barb, I'm hoping you're planning to remain my business partner after you're married."
"Absolutely. I'm having the time of my life."
"That's the answer I was hoping for. The four of us have a great future ahead."
Once again Carl's handsome face was lit by a genuine smile.
"Carl, you've got a terrific smile," I said. "What are you thinking about?"
"I was just thinking about how strange and wonderful life is, and how happy I am. Just a year ago I was lonely and depressed. Every morning I'd wonder why I even bothered to wake up. I didn't have any friends or family and really didn't want to be alive. This morning that all seems like ancient history. The dearest woman in the entire world has agreed to be my wife. My little girl is now calling me daddy, and I have the friendship of two wonderful men. What more could I ever want?"
Before I could say anything, the phone rang. Barbara walked into the kitchen to answer it. In a moment she walked back into the living room with a very puzzled look on her face. "Steven, it's for you."
"For me? Who is it?"
"I don't know. A woman. She sounds young and maybe a little frightened. I asked her name and all she said was, 'tell him the Bruja needs help'. What does that mean?"
"Oh that's just fine Stevie, NOW you decide to get some chick pregnant," Mark teased.
Carl tried unsuccessfully to refrain from chuckling.
Mark must have seen a look of concern on my face because he grabbed my arm.
"Steven, I'm sorry. What's wrong?"
"I hope nothing. Let me talk with her and then I'll tell you the whole story. Oh, and by the way, if she's pregnant, I had nothing to do with it. I never quite figured out how to work that equipment."
To be continued
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