All characters are fictional and products of the author's fertile imagination.
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Murder Changed My Life
I hate this traffic. I was on the only east/west autoroute, in one of Canada's large cities. It was only 3:25 in the afternoon and it was stop and go, either an accident or civil servants were trying to escape rush hour early. Over the radio came the call for a special unit car to go to the centre of the city's Gay Village. I was the closest so I got off the autoroute and took my speediest route to the spot the dispatcher gave. I was obviously the first official response on the scene. I jumped out and made my way through the small group of onlookers. The figure was about 10 metres down a parking lot lying on the ground beside a cement wall in a small parking lot with cars in it. One quick sight and I knew that I was in for a long and difficult few hours.
Lying on the ground was a young looking man with a couple of guys trying to help hm. I identified myself as a Sergeant in the Police Force and asked them to step aside and tell me what they knew. There was blood all over him and a small pool on the ground. His eyes were wide with pain and fear. I knelt and discovered the whole in his sweater and shirt. There was lots of blood seeping out of the wound in his chest. Stabbed? I talked to him gently as I took off my jacket and then my clean shirt. I balled it up and pressed it gently against the wound to try and stem the bleeding. I took his hand and told him that help was on the way and all would be OK. I tried to sound more positive than I felt. Seconds felt like minutes. He murmured "Tell ma and Miche...." and I saw the look in his eyes start to fade. I grabbed him and told him to hold on I could hear the ambulance approach. His body seemed to loose its tension and I knew. The medics tried but they said there was no pulse and he was dead. However, they were going to continue their efforts until the hospital and a doctor could see him.
I got up and by instinct cleared the scene, took names of bystanders. I took the contents of the guy's pockets and looked through them and then bagged them. It gave me his name, verified by his Driver's Licence picture, a good Irish name. I had automatically gone into my cop routine. Another patrol car arrived. They took over. One of the medics came up to me and told me that I could go into shock. They grabbed me, seated me by the back of the ambulance and gave me some hot sweet liquid and put a blanket around me. I felt numb. He had slipped away. He had died in my arms. Sweet Jesus but I shook. Finally, I did my male thing and shook my head, stood up and walked over to my car.
I was covered in his blood. I noticed a guy approaching my direction from the supermarket opposite the parking lot. He stopped and looked over at the stretcher with the body and all the blood in view. We could hear the attendants saying there was little use but to keep up treatment. He put his hands to his mouth and dropped the grocery bags. He moved towards to me in obvious distress.
"I'm Michel Potvin. That is James O'Reilly, I know him. I overheard the attendants and I can tell that he is dead."
"You know that I cannot release the name of a crime victim."
"Officer, I saw his face. I know him very well; he lives in this area. I know his next of kin. I know all the things that you could spend hours looking for. By the way, you should change. You are covered in blood."
The least of my worries were my looks but his words did bring me back to reality. I owed it to the family to inform them before they heard rumours or were approached by the press.
"OK, tell me where James' next of kin live. I cannot stop anyone following me if they wanted to."
He gave me a look of disbelief and I think, admiration and quietly told me the address. He said that he was driving a red Lexus and pointed to it. He added that someone could always follow him.
"By the way, I shall not spread the word until it is officially released. I appreciate what you did for him. I know the family well and I can help you there. Your response was quite different than I expected!"
"Yes, we all have our preconceptions. I don't mean that as a put down. I know that I have mine."
"By the way his mother is French speaking and is not good in English. That's one of the reasons that I am going."
"C'est OK. Je parle francais. (It's OK. I speak French.)" More looks of puzzlement.
"OK, Officer ?" He paused.
"Sergeant Paul Jameson, Michel. You can call me Paul. I suspect we are going to get to know each other quite well."
"Probably not as well as I would like." He added quickly with a grim smile, "Let's go. The traffic will only get worse." I went to my cruiser. I pulled off my t shirt and the protective gloves that are mandatory in such cases and put on a shirt I carry for emergencies. I noticed the look I got from Michel Potvin.
"Thanks for reminder of the t shirt. This job is going to be tough enough on the family." He smiled a knowing smile.
So we started the long journey that would end in one of the jobs I hated the most. I knew the routine. The looks and words. Who was I? Why were the police coming to their home. Was there son OK? What did I mean that he had died; that wasn't possible? Or at least variations on the theme.
When we finally arrived at a neat house in the east end of the city, an area of working class and lower middle class people who owned their own houses and were proud of them. The house was kept up with a well trimmed garden and lawn. The flowers were beautiful, a contrast to the news I would bring. Michel suggested that he go first and then introduce me.
"Michel what are you doing here? It has been so long. I miss you." She grabbed him in a big hug and looked at me.
"Ma, it has been too long. I have someone you have to meet."
"He's a good looking man, Michel. Take good care of him. Come on in." She ushered us into the house and we sat down.
A little embarrassed, Michel told her that it was not what she thought and that I was actually Sergeant Jameson of the Police and I had to talk to her. I wondered what it was that she had thought; I did have an inkling of an idea. All this was said in French so I replied in French. Now was the hard part, I hated it. What do you say to the mother of someone who had died in your arms just a couple of hours ago.
"Madame O'Reilly, I am so sorry that I have to meet you like this." The first look of concern. "James was hurt badly this afternoon." The look of fear. "I am so sorry that I and medics did all could do for him but I think that he died at the scene late this afternoon. Michel was passing and he told me where I could talk to you. I didn't want you to hear rumours or get calls from reporters. We shall try to keep this information private as long as we can." The look of total disbelief.
"Ma, I am so sorry; I was there. Sergeant Jameson did everything that he could to save James." He moved quickly to put his arms around her as she slumped in her seat and began to sob. When we explained the circumstance, she didn't seem totally surprised. I told her that he was taken to the hospital and I would check to make sure that I was correct. A glimmer of hope in her eyes. A few minutes later, when I received a call back from dispatch, the glimmer faded.
I asked if I could get her anything. I asked if I could I make some tea or coffee? She said a good strong cup of tea would be nice. Michel told me where the things were and I went off to make it. I could hear the soft words of support and comfort from the kitchen. I was mentally thanking my lucky break that Michel was there. When the tea was made, I took out three mugs, sugar and milk. We drank our tea and talked quietly about what had happened, what would happen and what she could do. I tried to give as much comfort and understanding while giving her what she need to know for the next while. I gave her my card and told her to phone about anything that she needed. Michel promised to stay until her husband returned. He came out the car with me.
"Paul, you are a remarkable man. I can see the Police Department is lucky to have someone like you around."
"Michel, I am just doing my job in the best way that I can. After this afternoon I feel connected to the case as I have never been before."
"He died in your arms, didn't he?" Michel asked with tears in his eyes.
"Yes." Tears formed in my eyes. "Michel, I shall need to talk to you tomorrow. You and James were very close at some time weren't you? You know Madame O'Reilly and the house very well."
"I guess you are not a detective for nothing. I might as well be blunt. We were lovers until about 9 months ago. I ended it. I think that we should go no further until we talk. I hope that is OK."
"Michel, I am so sorry. You must be feeling absolutely terrible. I had no idea that you were that close. Thank you so much for the help and kindness to me and Madame O'Reilly. You are remarkable."
I suggested that we go off and talk somewhere comfortable tomorrow. He liked the idea. We agreed to met at a pub for a late lunch. That seemed to suit both our timetables. I went back to the office to brief my boss on all that had happened. He thanked me for all I had done and told me to make myself scarce. He asked if I needed any counselling. I told him that I thought I knew the signs and that I thought that I was OK but I asked him to keep a watch on me as I would myself. As I was getting into my car to go home, my cell rang.
It was Jan, a friend. Her first words were that you guys had an eventful afternoon. I replied that she didn't know the half of it. She guessed that I was involved. When I told her my involvement, she told me to go home have a shower and be at her apartment in short order for food and comfort. I realized that the comfort that Jan would offer was just what the doctor would order. I hated the expression but we were friends with benefits. I really hadn't had any successful, long term relationships and I guess I had stopped looking, hoping that someone would just turn up. Jan and a few other woman I knew, in the same position as me, helped each other out when needed.
The smell in Jan's apartment and her welcome were just what I needed. The smell was a wonderful lasagna cooking with magical tomato and herbs aromas filling the air. Jan was a good cook. Her kiss almost made me forget the food and go for the comfort. First round, however, went to the food. We chatted and at some point after supper as I got to the details and my eyes filled with tears. She came over and pulled me to the sofa and hugged and held me tight. That led to kisses and I was quickly in bed filled with a passion to acknowledge life. She held me tight and kissed me as I entered her, attempting to wipe away the scenes of the afternoon. It worked. I needed more therapy early the next morning.
I met Michel at a pub in the heart of the gay village. The atmosphere was cozy and the food excellent as was the company. We chatted amiably about my job and his, about life in the village and finally I had to bring it around to the topic. We clarified why he was in the area. His dated, timed receipt from the supermarket across the street from the murder, verified it. I advised him to keep it, just to be on the safe side.
"Michel, I am sorry but I have to ask you about James. You said that you knew him well but that you had a parting of the ways. Can you tell me about James?"
"'I knew him well.' Still the diplomat, Paul. James and I had a relationship that started last year. We were together for about 4 months. I got to know Ma and the family. We started out very passionately and very simpatico but after about 2 months, I noticed an increasing change in James. He had met some guys at a pub one night and I noticed that there was an attraction between him and couple of the guys. We had kept our separate apartments but in the first 2 months we were almost always together at his or my place. Slowly I noticed that after that night at the pub, he began to have excuses that he had something on after work or he wouldn't show up as arranged or he came late. One night about 2 ½ months after we had started together, he was obviously late and high when he came to my place. I was annoyed and told him to go to bed and I would see him in the morning. He became quite belligerent. I stood my ground and he was all excuses and apologies the next morning. His behaviour slowed down for a short while but within the week he was slipping back and it was obvious that he was quite high often."
"One night after another excuse of being busy, I called a friend and we met at a pub in the Village. By chance James was there with the guys. James didn't see me. He was very high and it was clear that his dancing and actions were almost obscene with one of the guys. Their hands were all over each other, with long intimate kisses. Rumours had started amongst my friends that he was really using. I finally confronted him. It was total denial. When I said that I saw him with my eyes. He lashed out accusing me of spying on him and limiting his freedom. I told him that he was free to do as he wanted but so was I. I would not accept his behaviours or his drug use. He seemed OK for maybe a couple of days and then .... I finally packed his things at my place, went to his and got my stuff. I called him and we met. Amidst tears and apologies, I made him give back my key and I gave him his. I made it clear that I would help him with the drugs and his life but our time together was over at this point. Within days I heard rumours were that he was already using heavily and was in debt."
"Michel, I am so sorry. You have gone through something I never have. I cannot imagine what it was like. You obviously cared deeply for him."
"I did and I even went and talked to Ma. She too had noticed a difference and I explained my actions and we discussed her possible reactions."
"You know, I noticed that she didn't seem surprised. I saw the disbelief and sadness but no surprise. At some point, could we go to a couple of the pubs he frequented and look for the guys he was with? I shall be very discreet; I shall pretend to use my phone and see if I can get some pictures."
"Is this a date?" I just gave him the look and we both laughed. "It would be my pleasure. Oh, the delightful rumours that will start. You do know that you are a stud and will be hit on continuously all night? You know that we shall have to dance to make it realistic?" More laughing and blushing by me.
"By the way, Michel, I am on the case but I have told my boss that someone else should take over the formal part of the investigation. You will probably be contacted and have to give a statement. That's a heads up so that you can think back and clarify that day in your mind. It is not a big deal. You have my card, call me if you have any problems or questions. I guess that next time that I shall see you is at the funeral."
"Paul, I speak for Ma and myself. I know how much you have done for Ma. I appreciate being able to just chat about James. It has helped. Thank you, mille fois (very much)." With that he put his hand on top of mine and squeezed. My first reaction was to jerk my hand away but that would only show fear. He would not understand my real fear. I had promised myself never to let myself be close to a man again. This man was getting too close. With a little grin, I turned my hand over and shook his. He looked disappointed but at least not repelled. Had I made a mistake, suggesting to go to a gay pub with him?
Several days later, I arrived at the funeral home. I went directly to Ma and her husband and gave Ma the single white rose that I had brought for her. I told her that for me it was a symbol of life and hope. She hugged me and thanked me for all my kindness. I went over and signed the book and looked at the pictures of a happier James. I was filled with sadness as I thought back to the day that I had found him. I guess my face showed it. A hand gently touched my shoulder and Michel looked at me with almost the same moist eyes that I had.
"You have great admirer. Ma thinks that you walk on water."
"Does she know the whole story?"
"Yes."
"Michel, I don't know if this is the time but maybe it is. James spoke some last words to me. Are you ready for them?"
He looked quizzically at me but said gently, "Yes."
I looked at him with tears in my eyes and I put my hand on his shoulder. I paused and looked at him,"Tell Ma and Miche.... His last words were thought of Ma and you. He knew that he had hurt you." I didn't want to tell him of the look of pain and fear. That, he didn't have to know. Before I knew it Michel's head was on my shoulder and his body was racked with small shudders as I am sure that tears were flowing.
When he stopped, he looked at me with a look of softness and thanks. "Strangely, I don't feel guilty, just infinitely sad. Somehow this has taken away some of the pain and remorse. Again, I am in your debt." There was movement around us as people were being ushered to the service. We had been for a small moment in our own little universe.
After the service, at the reception, there were a group of men at one end of the room, talking together. I had seen Michel with them before and assumed that they were friends of James and Michel. As I was getting a sandwich one of them came over.
"Here is the hero of the hour, our wonderful Sergeant." My body tensed at the sarcasm and the inappropriate remarks from someone I hadn't even met. I went into my defensive shell, outwardly calm, cool and detached but inwardly, watch out.
"Sorry, I don't know you. Yes, I am Sergeant Jameson."
"I suppose you have come to see if you can pin any of this on us. What a headline. Gay killer strikes in Gay Village. What's with Michel? Is he your prime suspect? You seemed to upset him earlier."
The guy didn't know me. I was talking very quietly and deliberately. I was holding back a blazing anger. "Actually, I'm here as a private citizen to support Madame O'Reilly and express my condolences on a sad ending to a life." His bitter laugh was a sneer. I could see Michel was moving quickly to my side. But now I was unstoppable. "You little self satisfied, prejudiced prick. James died in my arms and spoke his last words to me. As for Michel, I just told him James' last words; they were meaningful to him. Michel has more compassion in his little finger than in your whole body, you hypocrite."
"Alain, take your stupid prejudices somewhere else. This man has been more help to Ma and family than you and most people in the community. Get lost before I totally lose my temper." Alain ambled off with a self satisfied smirk. "Paul, I am so sorry that you had to take that from Alain." He put his hand gently on my shoulder and moved me over to the coffee and drinks. "You deserve better. Will you join us at a get together at my house after the cremation service? I can assure you that Alain was not invited. You might like to meet my friends; they are civilized. After a hug to Ma and again instructions to phone if she needed anything, I left. I joined Michel and friends after work and did have a civilized time.
Friday two days later my cell rang as I was driving to another case. "Paul, how about our date? Tonight or tomorrow night. I have such a busy schedule, both days are free. Pathetic isn't it?"
"Actually, I'm free tonight but not tomorrow. Hot date, Saturday."
"Hot date but how can that be, you didn't invite me, breeder." He chuckled
I groaned, "Maybe another time, gay boy." I could hear his throaty chuckle. "Time, place and attire for tonight?"
We met at his small house at 9:30 and I parked my car. Michel lived in the Gay Village and we were going to walk to different bars.
When he opened his door, his eyes widened and he moaned, "Oh,wow. Paul you clean up well. I am not going to able to keep the guys off you." We were both comfortable enough that we both laughed and I took the drink he offered. I savoured it. His house was modern and sophisticated; what I would have expected from Michel. I really hadn't taken much in the day of James' funeral. It was comfortable and made me feel instantly at home. How could James have given this up; how could he have given Michel up? When asked for my choice of music I asked for 20th century classical, perhaps Ravel or Gershwin with jazz influences. Again, Michel looked perplexed but satisfied. "Paul stop this. He dresses up superbly, likes classical music and scotch. Is this all an act" He smiled with genuine affection.
"What you see is what you got. Tell me about your paintings." And he did. He obviously liked and knew his art. I eventually had to suggest that we should go as it was getting close to arrival time for the crowds.
My first time, in years in a gay bar, brought back both pleasant and unnerving memories. Men everywhere. All different shapes, sizes, ages but all chatting, dancing and enjoying an evening with friends. Some were just fantastic looking. What was I saying, Michel was a prime stud who obviously worked out as I did and had a wonderful, tasteful choice of a well cut, beautifully coloured shirt and pants that fitted like a glove. Oh, shit I was noticing. I cannot go back. I was here on business. We sat at a table and watched for a while.
Finally, Michel said, "Come on Paul, time to dance. We have to keep up the official story. We are together on a date." I reluctantly got up and joined him on the floor. I instantly remembered all the moves and Michel danced with grace. The music changed to a slower beat and I suddenly felt him come in close and whisper that we had to keep up the pretence. I almost melted into him. I could feel my body becoming charged with energy. No I had to be honest, suffused with sexual energy. Michel must have felt me tense up. He drew back and looked at me and asked if I was OK and was this too much for the straight man.
"Michel, someday I shall explain. There is no problem with you or the situation but I guess I have to focus on our reason for coming. I did get the reason correctly, didn't I?" I asked with a sly smile.
"Yes and no." was his cryptic reply also with a sly smile.
We circulated around the room and he indicated that none of the guys he remembered were here. He suggested a slightly seedier club down the street. We did the same thing there and had the same results. We decided to try one last club that night and it was again seedier. He warned me that the men were a little more aggressive and to be on my guard. We were not to separate. I reminded him that I was a police officer and he reminded me that he knew the scene.
We struck gold. Up dancing was one of the guys and the other was at the bar scanning the room. We went to bar, close to the guy that Michel had pointed out. I said loudly that my damn phone was vibrating and I had to take the call. I had set it ready to take a picture. I got the guy at the bar. Again we went on the dance floor. It was all business for both of us, no return of the feelings earlier. I managed the same routine on the floor. We accidentally bumped into the guy after I had taken the picture. A nasty piece of work when he swore and threatened us. I saw the guy he was with who was high, look with appreciation at his display of manliness. Was this the beginnings of another James? We finished our drinks and left.
We decided that we would head back to his home. I accepted the excellent scotch that he offered and let him choose the music. I liked both his choices. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, reflecting on the night's activities. I realized how potentially dangerous the situation could have been. However, I had been armed, had my badge and we got what we needed. I quickly remembered my feelings on the dance floor. In my mind, that was more dangerous than the task we had set.
"Paul, can I make a comment. I felt something on the dance floor. I felt you relax and then tense; that tells me you were conflicted. You don't have to answer. I want you to know I had a great evening and I am not ashamed to say that I would like to repeat it without the task we had. I haven't said this to many men for a long time." He smiled at me. "There, you can run now! Make your escape!"
I cocked my head and gave him a rye smile. "Well Doctor Psychologist, I had a great evening as well, a little adventure, good companionship, a good dancer and a little danger. Can we ever top that?"
"Yes, we could."
"I may sound abrupt but I think that I have to go. There are lots of dangers in this world, Michel and some are internal. Do you like film? If so, give me a call and we can arrange an evening."
"My enigmatic straight man. Paul, sorry but you have just shifted the burden to me. I think that you have to make up your mind if and when you want to go to a movie with me. Just a night out for two friends." He paused. "I think there are some things that you have to sort out in your mind. I had a great evening. Thanks."
At the door, I finally found my voice. "Michel, please believe me I enjoyed this evening as well. You are a very special person." I paused and looked at him. As he came closer, I reach out and pulled him into a hug. It was half manly hug and half not. We held it a bit longer than a manly hug called for. Some of the feelings from the evening returned. I hoped he did not feel parts of me filling out. I cautioned myself again, Paul, you are playing with fire.
The next few days were spent tracking down the names of the guys whose pictures I had taken. We found their names and sent Constables out to question them and take statements. I spent a large part of a day taking their photos around the area of the murder. One of them had a good, checked out alibi. The one who had been nasty on the dance floor gave an alibi and it didn't check out. He was brought in for questioning. Apparently under intensive questioning, he named the name of some drug dealer who supplied him. It turned out that James owed a lot of money to one of them. It took a lot of time to track his details.
I was glad that I was working so hard. It meant that I didn't have time to think and reflect on the night we got the pictures. At home, I was listless. Jan phoned but I begged off with fatigue. It was evenings when things got worse. Then there were the dreams. I had dreams of Ron and I together. There, I finally used the name. One dream, he was on top of me, entering me; I woke covered in semen. On Friday night, Ron morphed into Michel as we sucked each other. I woke up wet again.
I finally phoned Jeff, my friend from University who knew all about my story. We met for lunch on Saturday. I was frank and we had a long talk. He asked some very good questions. How many women had I gone with? Why did I not click? How did sex with them compare with Ron; there was the question. How did I feel about Michel and why? Did I want to risk a chance? Was I ready to take a chance that could affect my life, my work. It was a different time and place than 10 years ago. Yeah, had he ever been in the squad room? Saturday night was almost sleepless. I woke from a short dream and sleep with Ron becoming Michel and I making love.
On Sunday afternoon, I ended up walking around the Village, first the crime scene and then on Michel's street. On impulse, I rang his doorbell. He opened the door in a t shirt and form fitting, old jeans. He looked like a model, rugged, a days growth, hair not combed. I was almost speechless.
"Paul, you looked tired and wasted. Come in for some coffee. I began to think that I would not hear from my enigmatic friend. Would you like a sandwich? I have some makings." I was almost mute but I nodded and managed to stammer that it would be great.
We chatted about what I had been doing. A concert at the Arts Centre, he had attended. A new artist he had seen at a vernissage. His life was filled with things I liked. My life this last week had been a wasteland of boring dimensions. I felt comfortable and relaxed for the first time in days. He finally asked what I was doing in the neighbourhood and why I had dropped by?
"You. I wanted to see you and talk." I paused.
"You have been thinking and challenging yourself. Not much sleep. Ah, ah!" He smiled and raised his eyebrows as much as to ask if he was going to hear my story.
Without preamble I started. "In high school, I was big, played sports, was popular and had almost any girl I wanted. Same in the first year of University. The relationships never lasted. I never felt a connection; so, on to the next. I was young, sowing my wild oats. I would settle down in time, find a great girl. In my second year, I met Ron. We became close and I had never felt so comfortable and close to anyone like this before. One night, we smoked a bit of pot. We were by ourselves and were horny. We started off saying that we would just get ourselves off but suddenly his hand was on me and mine on him. That seemed to be all that we needed. Soon we were inseparable and I fell deeply for him and he for me. We kept it very quiet. This was about 10 years ago and things have changed. But people are observant, connections were made. Questions were asked and he, in particular, became quite scared about being outed. I began to think about my chosen field of policing and visualized all the problems I could have. The short story is that we fell apart and I ended with a very broken heart and deep feeling a of loss. I swore that I would never be with a man again. Until a few weeks ago, I kept any thoughts or desires deeply locked away."
"Paul are you saying this is my fault?" He was smiling.
"Michel, the slow dance, we had at the pub, brought back all the feelings and memories that had been locked away. I forced myself that night to disengage physically and emotionally. This week, it has come flooding back. I had lunch with a friend yesterday. He is only one around now who knows the story. He asked a lot of questions and those questions and some of the answers have been in my mind ever since." I paused. "I want to go to a movie with you!"
That broke him up. He obviously remembered our last conversation. "You know you could have just called and asked me to a movie."
"No that would be unfair. You have to know the screw up that you are going to the movie with."
"Now, I can add my gallant, Paul. Can I do something that I have wanted to do ever since we went to Ma's?" I shrugged yes
He got up came over, sat beside me and put his arms around me. He looked me in the eye and kissed me, gently. Strangely it did not become a passionate kiss but one of caring and comfort. We just sat holding each other and taking comfort in our being together.
"What movie do you want to see." We looked in the paper and selected a well reviewed foreign film. It was a great film and we both had different interpretations of it. A great discussion followed. Back at Michel's place we savoured yet another good single malt, one with lots of smoke and peat.
"You like your Scotch, bold and tasty. Same taste in partners?" Michel asked saucily.
"I have never liked anything bland and tasteless. By the way, who is being the diplomat now? Partners! Shouldn't that be men?"
"Just trying to ease into things, big guy."
"Why don't you come over here and see how we can ease into things."
"What a change a week has brought. I like the new Paul."
"I thought that you liked the old Paul." I paused to give him a questioning smile. "I have wrestled with this a lot this week. Seen things in a different perspective. I decided finally that I was in or I was out. Michel I will not lead you on. I will be honest if I have any doubts or problems. This is a big step and a major change in my life but it is not new, just delayed."
Michel spoke with actions as he came over to me, put his arms out an pulled me up and looked into my eyes. Then he kissed me for the second time today. A different kiss. This one was passionate. And I responded in kind. A week of indecision, probably more like 10 years, ended with that kiss. His chin scraped across my skin. I could feel again a man's beard against my skin, sense a man's smell; I was hard in an instant. Images of 10 years ago, a young Ron but they quickly morphed into sophisticated, lean, handsome Michel who was looking at me with questioning eyes.
"A few seconds of memory and then the memories changed to a better reality. Michel I have resisted for weeks. Feel what my body and mind are saying." I moved his hands to below my waist.
"A very nice statement." With a wonderful, ironic smile, "A big statement."
"Michel, I want to see the rest of the package without the trimmings." I unbuttoned his shirt. I ran my hands over his face, kissed his neck and used my fingers lightly over his chest and stomach. "I like a man with hair. It always turned me on." He had my shirt off even faster.
"I like men's nipples and yours are perfect. I get to taste you for the first time." First his tongue, then his mouth and finally his teeth, lightly. I moaned and threw my head back in complete pleasure. "Someone is very sensual. I suspected that might go with your wonderful personality."
"I am not passive but sometimes I like to follow the leader." I licked and gently bit his nipples as I used my hands to stroke and lightly pull his hair. He was almost whimpering after a few minutes of that action.
"Big guy, we can be just as creative and maybe more comfortable if we move to my bedroom."
"Lead the way. I told you I sometimes like to follow the leader." I got an extra pinch and slap on the ass for the little levity. "If you think that is a punishment, then you really don't know me." It was wonderful; he chuckled and said that it was nice that I could keep it light. He liked that, he said. We were learning about each other. Ron had disappeared.
We undressed slowly, looking, observing the man opposite. Michel was the same height as me. He was not quite as big but his chest and abs were well developed and fitted his build perfectly. He had hair on his chest, not too thick and it narrowed to a narrow band to his navel. His cock stood out slightly upward. We were about the same size. I was a fraction longer and he might be a fraction thicker. Well matched.
"Paul, just so that you know. I have been tested every three months for the last year. I am clear. I am not suggesting or leading here just letting you know."
"I haven't been tested for a while so let's go slowly. Probably the best to start?"
"Paul, touch me." He looked down. "If and when the spirit moves you I love the feel of tongue up the side. I haven't had sex for a little while so I am not going to last. Just to let you know."
"I haven't felt like sex for a few weeks and I know I won't last long. By the way the lack of sex is your fault. I haven't been turned on by women in weeks."
As he kissed down my stomach and got closer to my genitals, he murmured, "Then I guess it is my job to fix that." I felt his tongue gently on my balls. After an exquisite tongue bath, he took each one in his mouth. The feeling and the noises from him sounded as if he was savouring a great delicacy. My cock expanded and throbbed. After minutes of that, he licked up and down my shaft and finally stroked it with his hand. I felt as if my body was going to collapse with pleasure and sensations. I finally stopped him. He understood: I was too close.
I had him lie on the bed and I licked my way down to his navel. I used my hands to gently caress his balls and took the tip of his cock using my tongue to circle the head and then just around the base of the head. His cries and moans of pleasure let me know that I was on the right track. I finally took him as far down as I could, sucking and using my tongue until he stopped me.
"Paul you are no novice."
"Never claimed to me. You are an advanced practitioner yourself, gentle friend."
"Kneel with me, big guy. I know how I want to finish."
So we knelt on the bed facing each other. He started, and then I followed, using our hands. We changed pressure, speed and distance up and down. But then I realized why he chose this way. He leaned in and we started to kiss. Kisses that were passionate, erotic and heightened all the pleasures and sensations that our hands were giving. I could feel my orgasm coming through my body. I held my body forward and he held my shaft, still and tight for the first ejaculation and the second and then he allowed me to set the rhythm for the remaining ones until I was too sensitive to be held or touched. My hand had stopped while the incredible sensations had coursed through my body. I started on him and a minute later I was kissing him as he poured out his seed all over my legs. He actually bit my lip he was so overcome with pleasure.
"Paul, I have called you many things. Now I can add an amazing lover. I am so glad that you and Ron parted and that you were saved for me tonight. This will go in my memory as an astonishing experience."
"Michel, you brought out all my latent feelings. Come lie with me." We lay on the bed and our cum mixed and eventually dried on us. We talked, laughed and finally decided that we needed a shower and food.
After eating, Michel finally asked me the question. "How do you feel, Paul. Are you OK with this."
"Honestly," I paused, "Astonished, happy, energized and scared like hell. I know what the world out there can be like even in this country where gay marriage is legal anywhere you live. Let's take it a step at a time. As much as I don't want to leave, I have an early meeting tomorrow and everything is at my place. I'll phone tomorrow when I can." We kissed gently at the door and I left with Michel staring after me.
Monday flashed by. I felt energized and attacked my jobs with a new intensity. My boss commented that last week I seem subdued and that I must have a really good weekend. He winked. If he only knew. Jan phoned and we talked. She commented on how great I sounded and laughed when I turned down supper at her place. You must have found someone really exciting this weekend. I made a mental note to tone it down.
I phoned Michel and we agreed to meet at a pub near his house.
"Paul, you look refreshed and as if load has been lifted from your shoulders."
"A load was certainly lifted. My shoulders? Not sure that is area of my body." He just shook his head in mock disgust.
We had a quiet supper and simply chatted about the days events. This time, mine were more interesting than his. I told him how we were following up leads from our night at the pub. He touched my hand at the mention of that night. I told him that I thought that we were getting close and I had been out with a group circulating pictures of the drug dealer and his enforcer. We had started to get some positive hits by locals.
"Paul, what are you plans for the week." I told him about my workout schedule, racket ball schedule and an evening that I had to accept from Jan. An eyebrow was raised. "Hot date?" It was said more in a questioning way, with little negative tone. "I know that you have a life with friends that you have to maintain. But that doesn't mean I'm not just a bit jealous or protective rather." I told him not to worry. It was for supper only and a chat. He continued. "I have concert tickets for Mahler's 2nd symphony and I happen to have an extra ticket for Wednesday night. Be warned that I do go with friends and you will obviously be with me. We can say this is thanks for all the help with Ma and James."
"I'm free and really like Mahler. No pretences with your friends. We are there as friends. No other comment is necessary."
"You are right, that is all we have to say. Keep it simple and easy. Amongst other things, you are a genius. Paul, thanks. I admire your courage and perceptiveness. Are you busy tonight? If not, you are welcome for a night cap at my place."
"Can I be bold?" He shrugged a why not. "I just happen to have a change of clothing and shaving kit in my car." His eyes opened wide and his smile was beaming.
"You devil. You must have been a boy scout."
"Yes I was. I was also tested today. Results back later this week."
"Wow, you said that you decided that you had to be in or out. You really meant it." It was my turn to smile.
We walked out close to together just bumping shoulders. The street took on a new look as we walked, chatting about the various shop windows and the growth of the village. At some point, on his street, he held my hand until we arrived at his house. The scotch was warming and the rest of the evening was one in shared intimacy and learning about each other's sensuality. Sleep came late and wake up seemed quite early. We kissed as we left for work with words of anticipation for Wednesday night.
I had a great racquetball game with Tony from work. It was close and hard but I just beat him. There were good natured insults about each other's play.
Jan's meal was excellent. We had a great evening chatting and having fun. Jan was as perceptive as ever. "You don't intend to have anything but supper this evening, do you? Is she special? Or have you become a monk?"
"Jan, you have always been a great friend and I cannot thank you enough for everything. Yes, there is someone and it is too early to talk about it. Hope that is OK." She gave me a friendly parting kiss, chaste and a bit regretful.
The squad gathered Wednesday morning to hear the latest updates. We had someone in our sights and he was going to be arrested and brought in for formal questioning. Tony piped up that it was about time that we had spent enough time on this queer. Thank goodness that Mike, one of my friends on the team, spoke up and told Tony to watch himself. The murdered man was a victim and we had the moral obligation to treat him like anyone else. I added that he died in my arms and nobody should die like that. I added that his last thought were about his mother and a good friend; if Tony had seen the fear and pain in his eyes he would never say such a thing. The room went quiet and we filed out.
Tony came up to me. "You're a good man, Paul, sorry."
"Remember those words in the future. I can take your ass in squash anytime I want." I got a punch in the arm but also a great laugh from Tony. "We"ll see about that next Tuesday."
Wednesday night would have been unimaginable to me a month ago. I felt so at ease. We met Michel's friends, Robert and Michael. We slipped into rapid French to their great surprise. The conversation was witty and easy. At the interval, we discussed the quality of the playing and the modern piece that had been played. I liked sections of it but found it formless. Robert said that was a good way of describing it. When asked what section of the Mahler I was looking forward to, I just said the entire piece but I really like the beginning of the 3 movement, it reminded me of running water and of course the ending. I added that I was glad that they had added extra players as the piece needed a large orchestra to bring out the fine detail. I added I never got tired of hearing it. It was a great evening.
As I parked my car in front of his house, he said, "I think that you wowed my friends. I can't imagine why." I grabbed him and kissed him passionately. "OK, I take that back. Are you a good boy scout tonight as well." I pointed to a small kit in the back of the car. "Are you taking me for granted, big guy?"
"No, just hoping and anticipating what I would like."
"He kissed me back. I think there will be no Scotch tonight. I have other plans."
"So, are you taking me for granted, sir?" He smiled and pulled me into the house. "I'm clean by the way . I got my test results back late today."
I don't think I had anticipated this Michel, that night. He led me directly into the bedroom and stripped me: 3 minutes maximum, from when we entered the house. He raked his hands up and down my chest and then sat on the bed and swallowed my cock almost to the bottom. Then he was licking the head and then sucking like a vacuum with just the head in his mouth. I was making little mewling noises. I ran hands through his hair and down his back.
"Michel, you are like a mad man."
"You do that to me, big guy."
I forced myself away and looked at him. He looked lost in a dream. My cock was dripping wet and inflamed. I pushed him down and kneeled on the floor. I gently licked his legs and raised his legs and licked just below his balls and finally took each one in my mouth and played with them with tongue and mouth. When I took his head in my mouth I could taste his precum. I licked and sucked and finally I slowly let myself work his cock as I took him inch by inch into my mouth. I remembered the technique as I took his entire length into my throat. Michel was beyond speech; he was moaning and making strange cries in his throat.
He motioned to me to turn around and put my knees beside his neck and head. He took me all the way in. We mimicked each others actions. Slow motions in and out turned into faster and more aggressive action until he yelled that he was ready. That was all I needed as I increased the speed and pressure. He was all the way in when his first spasm hit the back of my throat. I let him set the rhythm as he sent pulse after pulse down my throat or into my mouth. He had stopped sucking me but finally he started again. It took very little time until I was crying out in pleasure as all my nerves fired with bolts of electricity running through my groin and brain.
When I turned and leaned down to kiss him, I could see my semen running down the edge of his chin I licked that up and kissed him. We shared what was in our mouths. The kiss was passionate and loving.
I woke up the next morning with Michel awake, looking at me as he lay on his side with head propped up with hand and arm. "What?" I asked groggily.
"I just wanted to make sure that I hadn't just had a wonderful dream."
"Well, my bladder tells me that this is reality."
"What a way to break the spell." He smiled, grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. We took care of reality together and then he kissed me. "Paul, you mean so much to me."
"Sorry to be so unromantic earlier but .... Michel, last night was magical and could have been a dream. It wasn't and I am so filled with joy. How about supper tonight?"
"Would you like to join me and some friends at the pub for some food and pool. We often play on Thursday nights."
"Are you sure that you want me to intrude?"
"Afraid that you might lose some money?"
"Put that way, you are on. Time and place, please."
I met the gang at 7 for supper and then was shown how pool was played. I managed to win only one game; they were excellent. Lots of laughs and few off colour jokes as to how close Michel and I were. They accepted me both as a policeman and as Michel's friend. It was great. The evening was so relaxed and normal that we left with my arm over Michel's shoulder.
Mike came up to late in the afternoon with a look that I couldn't decipher.
"Paul, we should talk."
"This sounds serious." He shrugged and nodded his head into a maybe. "How about a beer. You name the place."
When we got to the pub down the street, he wasted no time with preliminaries. "I heard something from a guy today and I thought that you should know. Someone says they saw you coming out of one of the pubs in the Village and you were with a guy. He says that you looked as if you were pretty close."
"I guess one always knows that there will always be the moment of truth. Mike, I'm in a relationship with that guy. I can also tell you that it is not the only relationship that I have had. I had one for almost a year, 10 years ago, with Ron, my University buddy. It's a long story. We broke it off mutually but I ended up with a broken heart and deep sense of loss. I swore that I would never be with a man again. I kept that vow until the last couple of months. I have met someone who has touched me more deeply than any woman that I have been within the last 10 years. I have been with a lot of women."
"Paul, I am moved that you have confided in me." He paused with a smile. "Finally!" He paused again. "It's OK, big guy I understand why you would try to keep it under wraps. I'll do what I can to help."
"Strange, big guy, that's what Michel calls me sometimes. I won't do to you what I do to him when he calls me that."
There was a look of recognition to the name Michel. "You choose well." Then in mock shock, "You had better not do to me what you do him. I might like it and then we would be in trouble." I almost doubled over laughing at his words and the wonderful look on his face. "You are great guy and I shall try to watch your back."
The next couple of weeks were quite hectic. Michel and I were both busy at work and had previous social engagements. We saw each other a lot on the weekends and every other night during the week. We both had small kits at each other's homes. Life fell into a wonderful comfortable rhythm. I would sometimes sit at work and marvel about how unexpected my life had become.
Tony and I continued our squash and we were equal in wins and loses That Tuesday he had won. By chance that night, I met Michel at the pub down the street from headquarters. We had finished supper and Michel had challenged me to a game of pool. We had just started when Tony and group of guys walked in. I introduced Michel as a friend and finally Tony challenged me to a game. I suggested that he play Michel. I sat the with the guys with a beer and watched Michel gibizting with Tony. They were laughing and joking. Michel won.
"Hey, if this had been for money I would have said this was a sting operation. That hurt. I'm going to need a rematch." Tony laughed loudly as he spoke.
"You name the time and date. Let's put some money on it. You were pretty mouthy during the game. You put your money where your mouth is, my friend." Tony gave Michel a tap on the arm for that outburst and both laughed.
"Yeah, you have to watch Michel. He takes you by surprise." I got a wonderful look from Michel. Tony nodded yes.
We went to Ma's for dinner one night and had a wonderful time. After being there for a while, Ma came up to me as we were moving in to eat.
"I am so pleased Paul. You are wonderful together and you deserve each other. "
"Are we that obvious?" Ma indicated no. It was just that she knew Michel well and just saw little things that no one else would notice.
"Take good care of him. James hurt him a lot but I don't think that you will." I was touched more than I could have imagined.
I beat Tony on Tuesday morning. Little did I know what would happen later in the day.
It was in the locker room late Tuesday afternoon, with Mike and few others. Tony came in and stopped at the door. In his belligerent best, he stammered, "Paul I just spoke to someone who said that they saw you coming out of a gay pub and that they thought that you were queer?"
For a moment I just stood looking at him with a questioning face. I heard Mike off in the distance. "Tony, I assume that is a direct question to Paul. Frankly it is no one's business. You are talking to one of our best officers."
Yeah, but...."
He was cut off by Mike. "There are no yeah buts with this issue. It is nobodies business!"
I owed Mike big time but the issue had to dealt with. His intervention gave me time to think and plan a strategy that had every chance of backfiring badly. I interrupted. "Hello, I'm here. A big guy who usually takes care of himself." I heard a few chuckles. "First off the word is gay, you WOP." Tony bristled. "Don't like that term? Language means something, Tony." I had moved to the table with chairs around it, sat down and put my right elbow on the table with my arm sticking up. "Tony, humour me. Come on over and sit opposite me." He moved and when he sat, I used my head to and arm to motion him to copy me.
"What the hell are you getting at?" He asked a bit startled.
"Come on Tony, humour me." He did as I asked. I locked hands with him in an arm wrestling hold. I applied pressure. He responded. We were locked in the middle position; we each tried to get the other one down. I dimly heard good natured catcalls and encouragements for both of us. I was tiring; he was strong but I could see on his face the tension of strain. He was tiring. I finally used all my strength fuelled by adrenaline and I slowly forced his hand down to the table. We were both panting and red in the face.
"Who am I, Tony?" He looked puzzled. I suggested he use my name
"Your Paul. What the hell?"
"Tony I beat you this morning at squash; you beat me last week. I just beat you at arm wrestling. Is that because I am straight or I am gay? Tony it doesn't matter. I am your friend who has worked with for years, played squash with you. That is all that matters. I am the same guy who played squash and had a great time with you this morning." I paused and looked around the room. "Guys lets go for a beer. Tony, want a game of pool? We could play teams and have some fun. I know someone who would like to play you again." I looked at him and smiled. "I'll phone and see if he is busy. Find a partner."
I phoned Michel. "Hi, where are you? Could you get free and meet me at the pub. Its important, a little work matter."
"Your voice tells me its not small and that this is very important. A bit of battle ground?"
"Observant."
"I shall meet you there in 15 minutes, with my guard up."
"Cannot thank you enough."
"I'll think of ways."
"Tony one last thing." He looked at me with a bit of a frown. "Please don't use the Q word again. If you do, I shall be forced to give you the biggest, fucking hardest ...." I paused as he started to bristle, "Kiss, that you have ever had. I am told by many women that I am a fantastic kisser. One kiss from me and you, will turn gay." Catcalls and laughter erupted around the room. It was as good natured as I had hoped.
"Paul you are fucking pervert."
"That description, I like." We left in good spirits.
When Michel entered, he came over quietly and I introduced him to the guys near me. I looked at Tony and he frowned and then the light of realization hit. I could see the fuuuck form on his lips.
"Tony, you said you wanted a rematch; it's Michel and I against you and who?"
"Mike."
"Let's go."
"Hey, gay boy." That was Tony. He actually said it very quietly just to Michel.
"Hey, yourself, WOP." That was Michel, replying equally quietly. "Back for more punishment?"
We ended up one game a piece. We got more beer and decided on a last game. At one point, I deliberately missed a difficult shot and let Tony and Mike win the round. We took a lot of abuse but it was male, friendly abuse. We all had places to go and things to do and so the get together broke up.
Before he left I had to thank Mike. I told him that he had given me time to think out a strategy. He paid me the ultimate compliment by saying that it was brilliant and humane.
"You stood up under fire. I am impressed." He winked at me as he said, "Have a good night. I think that you have some celebrating to do. I know what Liz and I would do." We shook hands as I blushed furiously.
I narrated the whole story to Michel on the way back to his place. As we entered his house, he paused, looked at me and said, "You are pumped, aren't you? Wired tight. I can tell from your voice and movements. I think that you have made a definite statement to yourself. Tonight is the night, isn't it?" The way he said with the intonation, I knew what he meant.
"Will it be you or me?" I asked.
"It will be mutual, no matter how it goes."
This time, I grabbed him and kissed him as erotically as I could. My body was almost humming with sexual energy. My hands ranged over his body and then I had his shirt off. My tongue and mouth were everywhere, staying only a moment and moving on. It was if I had to taste every inch of him.
"I need a shower and get totally cleaned. Want to join me?" I finally said.
"I thought so. I guess I need to get totally cleaned too?"
"Only if you want." His answer was to strip me and propel me to the shower. It was one of the most erotic experience of my life. When we were clean, I moved into the bedroom with him and stopped just as we got to the bed. I paused to look at him. It was a sight I had come to relish but tonight he seemed to shine. His eyes were bright and expectant. His body, perfection, no woman could match in my eyes. I lay down beside him and started to caress his face, then his chest. I knew how sensitive his nipples were so I teased them with my mouth, lips, tongue and teeth. He was moaning when I was finished. When he started on me I could only squeak my satisfaction. We moved into a 69 and I felt him take the head of my cock with mouth and tongue. As something I had never experienced, he very lightly let his teeth just to graze the head. It was exquisite as every nerve fired. He then sucked me and licked me until I thought that I could take no more.
Finally I looked at him and said, "Please Michel take me. I want to you to join with me."
"I never thought that it would go this way. It would be my honour. Oh damn, I have wanted this for so long, to be part of you. You must promise that tonight or tomorrow, you will reciprocate.." I nodded yes. With that, he got between my legs, lifted them and ran his tongue down behind my balls, down, down until he was circling my hole with his tongue. For minutes he licked, blew hot air, probed with his tongue until I thought I could have no more pleasure without exploding.
He stood up and took out the lube and held up the condoms. I shook my head no. He opened me in the most erotic way until there were three fingers in me circling, probing, expanding and rubbing my prostate. I finally grabbed the lube and put a large quantity on the most inflamed cock I had ever seen; it was beautiful. He leaned over me, put himself at my entrance and as he kissed me, he entered just his head and stopped. It had been a long time but I knew the sensations that would follow. I relaxed as much as I could. We kissed as I stroked his cock and his balls. He groaned. Eventually, I used my hand to pull him slowly into me. It was inch by magnificent inch. Crossing the prostate brought cries from me and when he was finally in, I kissed him and pinched his nipples.
That set off a gentle thrusting. He varied the speed, slow at first which was almost torture and then faster which was electrifying. My whole body was alive. He stopped just at the opening and slowly rotated around with very short thrusts. I cried out. It felt as if we had been going for hours. I was lost in feelings and sensations. I put my hands on his ass and managed to touch his hole and just got the tip of my finger in. Then I put them down between us and used two fingers to gently rub his cock as thrust in and out. He cried out his pleasure. I put a finger under the bottom of his penis and let his motion massage the tube.
"Oh, Paul that has done it!" He went in all the way in. I felt him grow slightly larger. I put just a little pressure on the tube and I could feel the first pulse of semen pass by under my finger and the second. Then like a wild man he started to thrust in and out in time with his contractions as he continued pulsing into me. Our kisses were like men possessed. I started to fist myself, holding him in me with my other hand. In one minute, my orgasm hit and the first volley hit my chest. It was truly electrifying as the contractions were pain and pleasure. When the last little spasm passed I was covered and Michel simply lay on top of me and we kissed.
We fell asleep with me behind him. We woke up early the next morning almost glued together. I refused a shower even after he told me that I was mess. I was rock hard and so was he. I needed more.
"Big guy, time to keep your promise." It was strange that there were not a lot of preliminaries. I was quickly opening him up and he was very quickly putting lube on me. When my head went in, I felt the wonderful heat and tightness of a man. I actually leaned down and licked some of the dry semen on his chest as I bit his nipples and then kissed him as I slowly went all the way in. We rutted like deranged men. Our language was almost unintelligible. When I finally went over the edge, I cried out. I shuddered as each volley fired into him. He in turn came as I finished my extraordinary convulsions. No words were spoken. There was nothing to said about the amazing experience. I did finally lean down and licked up some of his semen and kissed him. It was if we were closing a deal. We both looked dazed.
Mike took one look at me, winked and smiled. "I see you took my advice."
"Yes!" The blush was not far behind. "You have been a real friend. Not every one can take the new me as you have."
It was at that point that my boss came and said that he wanted to see me in his office. I should have been worried but I was still on a high from the morning and the last kiss with Michel as we left for work.
"Paul, hear there was a little commotion yesterday."
"Nothing really boss. It was sorted."
"I know. I passed by the room and heard it. I decided not to show myself. Paul, I want you on course and to apply for promotion. Few men could handle that situation as you did." I tried to interrupt. "No, don't say a thing. I got the drift. I don't care what the answer is to Tony's question. You are a damn fine officer and have shown leadership all through the years, yesterday just exemplified your talents. Have you got my message?"
"Yes, sir. All of it and I shall try my best to live up to it."
Over the next weeks and months, I often reflected sadly that a man's murder had brought such changes in my life. I had spent 10 years, not totally unenjoyable, but years, that, it turned out were repressed. I realized now that I could not really make a true commitment. I gave thanks that I had not made a commitment to a woman who I could never give my whole self to. My career has slowly progressed and expanded. I often thanked Michel for treading softly and making me work out my own fears and self deception. It is amazing how much chance can play in our lives. It made me realize that there would be twists and turns still waiting for me. I knew that I was committed to living each day thankful for what I had at that moment. We have Michel's friends and mine. Mike and Liz have become close. Even Tony and Antonia have invited us to their home. I attend all his son's soccer matches. A lot to be thankful for. My greatest gift is, of course, Michel. My life with Michel is still growing. Yes, we have our stale periods, everyone does but he still excites me, seduces me and just interests me. We still have of lots operas, great music, vernissages and pool games to look forward to. Well and other things too. I often raise my glass or mug of beer to life and sheer chance. At least, I took the chances that sheer chance brought me.
Author's Notes preecherdave@gmail.com
As is obvious, I am not knowledgeable about police procedure but I use some to advance the plot.
If you liked the story and have not read my other stories, they are listed below.
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011 Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011 Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011