A Father and His Two Sons

A Father and His Two Sons A Father and His Two Sons

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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This is the story of a young man named Ramiro, and the last summer he spent with his second family the Paul's. This is a true to life story that will hopefully keep you reading. Please let me know what you think. All opinions welcome; well not all opinions. Enjoy~ The Vq

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This is the story of a young man named Ramiro, and the last summer he spent with his second family the Paul's. This is a true to life story that will hopefully keep you reading. Please let me know what you think. All opinions welcome; well not all opinions.
Enjoy~
The Vq

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Submitted: August 28, 2009

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It is such beautiful day, today. The sky is clear and the wind is blowing, gently cooling, the perfect last day of school. Here at Mission Hill Military Catholic College Prep, everyone is ready to leave the crowded dorms and terrible cafeteria food; to return to their own quiet room and mother’s cooking. No one is seemingly more excited than Pete is. Peter Paul, whom I have known since birth, is my best friend. Our parents worked together before we both were born, so we have always been around each other. We are alike in most every way, except the color of our skin; we are both tal1, gorgeous, longhaired kids that everyone wants to be around. Pete is bigger and more cut than I am, and is much more engaging than I am. He is more of a jock, and I am the academic; yet and still, we are best friends. I was on my way back to the dorms, to finish packing, when I heard Pete yelling across the yard, “School is finally over, Fuckers.” “Pete who is picking you up cause I think that I am going to need a ride.” I asked quickly running over to him before the Dean heard him “I gotch’u, my mom is most likely coming to get me.” “Cool, cause you know my parents are still out of town” I answered. Pete and his family are like my second family. My parents, who run their own PR firm, are always traveling with their high profile clients, so be their only child I am always over Pete’s house. “Ram, are you still packing cause I totally want to go as soon as she gets here.” Pete asked me as we entered the dorms. “No, I just need to change and I will meet you on front lot. I bet I will beat you there. You know you can’t do anything without stopping and talking to thirty people first.” I teased, “ Go to hell, Ram. I can’t help it if my beautiful face and super tight ass attracts everyone.” “Not everybody wants to fuck you Peter.” I replied “No, not everyone, just you.” He snapped, semi-seriously pushing me. Every since we both hit puberty we both knew that we both like boys. I think that is what made our bond even tighter. As we split up to collect our things, two kids, saying their goodbye, stopped Pete. Pete and I are very popular in school mainly because people are scared of us. You see the first day of school, an upper classman push me and I fell down a flight of stairs. Pete and I tried to kill that asshole, cause if you fuck with one of us you fuck with the both of us. Therefore, we got this rather badass reputation early. It also helps that Pete and I are super pretty too. Pete’s mom, Mrs. Paul, always said it was our pretty faces that kept us out of trouble most of the time. Pete, however, is so much more out going than I am. He is always talking to someone, where as I only talk to people I know.
I finally got all my things to the front lot we students affectionately dubbed the cattle block. Students were only able to come and go from this part of the school. Therefore, whenever it is time to go home the front lots looks as though the school is selling off its students instead of letting us leave freely. After a few minutes of waiting, I see Mrs. Paul pulling up. Mrs. Mary Paul was a beautifully thin woman. Her two children seemed to have left no evidence that they came out of her. Her long brunette hair flowed in the wind as she pulled up; and as I said, Pete is nowhere in sight. “Hey Mrs. P” I greeted as she pulled up. “Hey sweetheart. I see my other son is late as usual huh. That boy is going to be late for his own wedding, well civil union anyway.” She joked as we put my stuff in the back of the SUV. Mrs. Paul was one of those free spirits who loved everyone. Thus, it made sense that we came out to her first. I don’t even think the rest of his family knows, and I totally haven’t seen my parents long enough to tell them the time. She was our confidant. “Listen babe, your mom called me this morning. You’re going to stay with us for the summer, they’re in Cannes or are working on a movie about cans, not sure but you’re with us for the summer.” She informed me as Pete walked up. “I told you I’d beat you here.” I shouted as I grabbed one of his suitcases. “Guess who is spending the summer at your house. I am so jealous.” I said, trying to over sell it. “Who?” he asked confused by my gaiety. “OH MY GOD, the most awesome, most beautiful, coolest person in the freakin world.” “Who? Ma who is he talking about is cousin Charlie in town or something?” “Cousin Charlie!” I snapped as we got in the car “No you tool! Me.” “Oh, see, you threw me off with the most beautiful part. You know you look a hot mess. HOT.” Pete teased as I smacked him in the back of the head. “Cool though, that saves us the walk across town.”
We pulled in the Paul’s driveway and Pete’s dad is mowing the front lawn, shirtless. Thomas Paul was 38, six three, about 210 pounds, and a walking orgasm for me. His dark hair and outlandishly green eyes would make the dessert wet. He had the most remarkable body for a man at his age, whatever it was. When he said hello to me I immediately got hard. I took forever to take my things out the car less my erection be discovered. Thrilled to be home, Pete and I finished unpacking and hit the pool. By now, the day has gotten hotter and forced the naked out of everyone, in our case shirtless and in boy shorts. For some reason though this year feels different, Pete looks different, and is looking at me different. He is staring and awful lot. “What the, why are you looking at me that way. What, is there a dick in my ass and no one is telling me.” “Not yet.” he answered as he picked me up and threw me in the pool.
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We spent the rest of the day in the pool, and once it got dark and after we ate dinner Pete pulled me in the bathroom, “Dude let’s smoke a blunt and go ‘skinnying’.” ‘Skinnying’ was what we called skinny-dipping. Not sure how it came to be called that, but of course my adventurous ass said yes, and after the parents Paul went to sleep, we went to it. We sat poolside for a bit and smoked our blunt, while I stared at the stars. “Dude, why do you always stare at the stars when we get stoned?” he asked passing the blunt back to me. “I’m just being high. Sorry I am not giving you my complete and utter attention. I am not one of your tricks; I am not going to hang your every word. You know that.” I answered. “Hater. Not my fault boys like me and think you’re homely.” “Homely Bitch!” I yelled almost dropping the blunt in the pool. Pete always knew how to get a rise out of me and calling me homely would totally do it. “Shh, I am just kidding, you know you are stunning love, we totally wouldn’t be friends if you were less than. Now take that shit off so we can jump in,” he barked at me as he rubbed my leg trying to calm me down. I smacked him in the back of head, which pacified my irritation. Calmed, stoned, and without a moments pause, I was naked in the pool, alone. “What the hell you douche bag why am I the only one in here. You just wanted to get me naked, such a whore.” I whispered jokingly at him. He laughed and began to slowly undress. I say slowly because I noticed him. For the first time I realized my best friend has a most impressive body. I knew his dick was big as hell, not as big as mine was, but Lord Jesus. His arms and legs look like little tree trunks while his waist was small and narrow. This tan, he seems to have gotten today, shined in the moonlight. I am ashamed to admit it but I would totally let Pete beat it up. I think he caught me staring hungrily, cause he got in the pool trying to wrestle which was totally not the norm. However, I totally went with it. He grabs me and I would pretend to try to fight him off so he would work harder. He picked me up by the waist and threw me back, and I would push him under water. He would smack me on the ass, and I would pull his hair. After roughhousing for about an hour, I was very tired and very sober. Therefore, I hopped out the pool to dressed. “Dude where you going?” he asked as though I had just blew him and stopped right before he was about to cum. “I am hella tired, you are super strong, it took a lot to fight you off me. Plus I am sober now I totally want to smoke more pot so come on.” I explained. He slowly got out the pool and still trying to manhandle me. “Why are you so grabby today Peter Paul, you totally need to call one of your many tricks and get off or something.” I suggested. “Now see, your jealousy is showing again.” He responded as he smacked me on the ass. We finally made it inside and down to our room in the basement. We showered, dried off, and I started rolling the next blunt. Pete disappeared, and did not reappear until I finished rolling the blunt. He somehow got his hands on some Brandy, which he knew I would totally go for. “Dude, shots!” Pete demanded as he held up two shot glasses. I quickly agreed, lit the blunt and poured two shot.
As we began to get lost in the haze of alcohol and pot, I noticed Pete rubbing my neck. It wasn’t unusual for him to touch me or lay on me. We were quite affectionate with each other. This time was different, not sure if it was because of the brandy, the pot, or if it was the memory his lusciously tan body. “Pete, please stop doing that, it’s totally doing the wrong thing to me.” I pleaded, trying not to give too much of myself away. “What is the wrong thing? I am always rubbing your neck. What does it hurt or something?” He answered, noticeably rubbing my neck more…seductively. “Does it what, just stop please. Don’t try you figure it out.” I told him with a smile, which I think made Pete then take this inappropriateness to a totally different level. (I totally should have seen this coming.) “So what, you have never thought about what it would be like,” “Are you serious, the ‘never thought about it line’. Seriously?” I interrupted “Shut-up and listen dude,” he whispered as to convey a level of seriousness. “ Look, I know it’s crazy but I am drunk. You know I think you are, well, you know what I think.” He refrained. “No I don’t. You are going to have to explain it to me.” I coyly coax as poured us two more shots. “Here drink this. Now look this is very serious conversation and I want all the Tea Bitch. Run it.” I said as I took my shot and curled up on my back, lying slightly underneath him. “Look don’t be an ass, you’re super sexy, and you know that. All the boys are in your yard, cause you know, the milkshake and shit. Come on you know you want to taste it too. Don’t even play as if you don’t you horny bastard. Moreover, since this will be your first time, me, being your best friend and all, I would totally be gentle and hit all the right spots. You know I am amazing. The way boys are always on the jock.” He paused to point at his cock. “Listen, chalk it up to youthful experience.” He reassured. “Youthful, as old as you are.” I joked trying to gently egg him on. I looked past him to see the stars in the skylight. (Praying for something, trying not to seem as hot and taken by him as I was.) “Dude you’re looking at the stars again.” He interrupted as he stalked back and stole the most beautiful kiss. Swear to God, it was like in the movie “Beautiful Thing” when Jamie, pretending to turn the lights off, kissed Steve. I seriously almost came all over the floor and myself. “Now see Pete, ok listen, warning!” I choked out pouring us two more shots. “Totally have never done this before; I have seen it happen to your… conquests. Look, I am terrified that this will start to mean more to me than you. I don’t like you like that to be all on your jock in love with you and shit. However, if I let you do it, do it. If we are about to maybe ruin our friendship, I want you to give me the workout. As you said, you are my best friend. So high expectations are had, easy to disappoint, even though I have absolutely no point of reference, I want the A game. Anyway what do you think? Something you can handle… Maybe?” I blurted out, like some vixen on TV. I was complete in shock by my, whatever it was; I had to pour myself another shot. Trying to quickly deflect, I took my shot and said, “Of course we need ground,” and then he kissed me. My God Jesus, he kissed me. I thought the first kiss was something. I had absolutely no clue. This was, well I don’t know what this was like but I know I wanted more. I felt myself slowly begin to fall in this kind of love craze. It was love for the moment maybe, but I wanted it to last. He grabbed the back of my head, drew me in, and went deeper in the kiss. If my expectations were high, he sho-nuff came to work. He roughly tossed me around and ripped my shirt off. “Wait, WAIT!” I begged but Pete was gone. He tightly pulled my head to the side and buried his face in my neck. After that, there was no more resistance from me. It was as if he pulled the deepest part of me out and sucked on it slowly. “Can this get any better?” I thought, because it seemed as though every time he touched me something better happened inside me. What seemed like forever went bye before he came up off my neck for air. I opened my eyes to realize that we were both sweating, naked. I’m telling you the boy came to work. “Are you ok? How am I doing so far?” He whispered, directly in my ear. It was so incredibly Carnal. Something completely snapped in my head cause before I knew I muttered, “Take It!” and take it, my have mercy, he did. He flipped me here, flipped me there, and he kissed me all over my body. Then my stomach was best. I thought, “This is it, the first time. I hope this doesn’t hurt that much.” And before I could finish my thought, I let loose this noise. I don’t know what it was, but the reason for it was indescribable. Here I am thinking he is about shove this baseball bat dick inside of me, but this was warm, soft, and so wet. He lost himself in my virgin taint. His face, seemingly inside of me, was just too much for me to handle apparently, because without help, I came all over the rug. Now I have popped a load off once or twice in the past. Nothing like this, it came out of me in direction. As though there was a song in me, I needed to release. So fucking hot, I had no idea he could do that with his tongue. He must have eaten my ass for what seemed like… I don’t know. Time stopped for me I swear it did. Finally, he stopped and in what seemed like one motion, twisted me around on my back, and slid between my legs and said, in the most convincing voice, “Give it to me.” Even though it sounded like something out a bad porn movie, I totally did. Well I tried the best I could he was so thirsty for it. Cause without hesitation he pressed inside of me. Filling a void I didn’t know was there. The sensation, coupled with the soft music in the background (Spring Awakening - Our bodies. I know) made me see everything so differently. I was amazing too. Taking it deep like was nothing. It hurt like hell, but the vice grip his mouth had on my neck, made it all ok. Pete was so gentle and soft; it was so hard not to pass out from how hot this shit was. His stoke began to get deeper and faster, I had to taunt him right. He held me, kissed me, and filled me so fervently; I thought I would cum all over his chest, my face and in my hair, (I know, my mind, crazy.). It was as if he read my mind or something because he tossed me back on my stomach and went back to it. Deeper, harder, it was heaven I tell you, heaven. Faster and faster strokes alerted me to what was about to happen. I tried to prepare, but a rise was happening inside me. I could not breathe, but I was panting, was so hot, but I was shivering; then Pete did it. I felt it. He came all over my insides, warm and hard. That feeling for the first time I wish for everyone. So enforcing, it was as though he shot though me, because, as if cued, I sprayed cum everywhere. The rug, the table and couch, somehow Pete’s forehead, it was everywhere. This was unlike anything I could have imagined. I kept cumming and he kept thrusting until I fell limp. Having no more energy, I fell back into him and he laid us down, him still inside of me. He kissed the back of my neck and asked me, “How was your first time best friend?” All I could do was moan in adulation and role over. I caught the window, dawn. We had been at this all night. I am so tired. In his arms, him still hot inside of me, I fell asleep, knowing, what it was now. Heaven.
3
The next morning I awoke to extremely loud music. I could not understand what was going on; his parents never listened to loud music, especially this loud. I rolled over to complain to Pete; he uttered in frustration, Saul is home on leave. Saul, Pete’s older brother, has been in the Navy since he graduated high school. I had not seen him since he left before my second year in high school. I almost forgot Pete even had a brother. He and I never I got along to well for some reason. He just always seemed to be on my case, picking on me unprovoked. I should have known that he was the one making all this noise. He was always so inconsiderate, even where we were kids. I think he suspected the truth about Pete and I, but instead of being an awesome brother, he pestered us to an unusual extent. He also was the overweight homely brother. The complete opposite of Pete in the department of appearance, un-kept, dirty, no manners, he was just plain gross. I hope the Navy has taught him something about hygiene and compassion for others. Either way, this reunion, I am not looking forward too. Interrupting my thought, Pete said, “Ram, hey. How you feel? You deep in love with me yet?” I joked back saying, “Cause your so irresistible right. Please get your fat ass off me. The sex was super hot and all, but it was just sex. I still think you are ridiculous, and uneven.” “Uneven you say?” Pete responded putting me in a headlock, loosely. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go deal with Saul.” He suggested, and so we did. As we climbed the stairs, the music got louder and started announcing my hangover. “SAUL!!!” I yelled flying through the door. He apparently didn’t know we were downstairs because he damn near jumped across the room in response and quickly knocked over the CD tower to turn the music down. “What the Fuck Ramrod?” He snapped using the nickname he knows pisses me off. “Seriously with the Ramrod, what are you, ten? Beside you woke us up D-bag, and I have a remarkably bad headache. Compassion please, isn’t that something they teach you in the Navy?” I snapped back. “Aw did the two little girls drink to much last night? Whatever, take some Aleve’s and go lay down or something. I just got home and you are already starting in you fuckers. No, ‘Welcome home, how you been Saul? Glad you made it back safe.’ No hugs, no welcome, nothing from either of you; it’s ok I see how you feel.” “Welcome home cumstain. I am totally glad you’re home, seriously.” Pete interjected walking up to give him a hug. Touched by the moment I added as I walked up to him to join in, “You’re right. I’m sorry. Welcome home Saul, didn’t even realize you were gone though.” “See Pete your friend starts,” “Your friend? Boy bye give me a hug and shut-up. What did the Navy do to you, so sensitive?” I said, truly glad he made it home safely. So many people he went to school with didn’t make it home. Even though he is super annoying, I’m glad he’s safe. “Brother look at you, you’re little here and big here. My goodness you’re a person worth knowing.” “I know right.” Unable to deflect his brother left handed comment Saul conceded. They went in on Saul’s new body while I went looking for coffee, bread, and aspirin. Complete with my search, I returned to the family room to find Saul shirtless standing in the sun. Body perfect, a solid ten received. Frozen, I dropped everything, in shock really. For a moment, I went somewhere, stunned by what I saw. It was what, like 60 seconds before I came back to earth. “Saul, look what you did for our country. My goodness, ‘Be All You Can Be’ huh.” I finally let out. “That’s the army Ram, but thanks anyway. I’m hot huh. I’m going to be a hit this summer.” “A hit. Saul you’ve been hangout with the Navy Queens huh.” I jokingly said to get a rise out of him; he was always so homophobic. Then he responded “A few why?” “Shut up!” Pete blurted “What? I am not as close minded as you seems to think Peter Paul.” “Well I see. Just never thought you would ever. I mean I thought our people grossed you out.” Pete announced. I shot him the hardest look. I know he didn’t just out us to his brother. “ ‘Our people’, what do you mean?” Saul asked and then he got it. “Really, I mean yeah totally with Ram, but both of you. You two really do everything together huh.” “What do you mean totally with Ram; like I am the biggest queen in the world.” I quickly defended. “Ram, seriously. People in space can see your queer.” He said looking knowingly at me; and before I could interject a rebuttal Pete said, “No Ram, he totally gotch’u.” “Whatever.” I conceded, to hung over to fight. “Ram now that I’m to sexy; no trying to steal a peak while I’m in the shower; or fondling me in my sleep.” “You wish. Just cause the government gave you a… body, does not mean that every gay guy, me especially, is going to be all you jock. You still reek of tackiness and ignorance.” I snapped. “EEE, someone has become a bitch huh.” “Tea.” I confirmed. “Tea. No way, that’s what they used to say on deck. ‘What’s the Tea?’ or ‘That’s the Tea’ Tea this, Tea that, took me forever to figure out what the hell they were talking about.” Saul eager explained, “So these Navy Queens taught you some Tea huh,” Pete, joked. “Listen, this is fun and all, but my head, murderous. I’m going to lie down.” I informed “Tea!” Saul mocked. Pete stopped him and said, “No, Saul. Not for you.” Just then, Mrs. Paul walked in. “Aw look at all my boys. Have you all eaten something yet?” She asked. “Well Ram isn’t hungry, are you Ramrod?” “Saul, leave him alone.” She commanded as she walked over to me and grabbed me motherly. “Did you two do too much last night? It would seemed like you two forgot to get dressed after skinny dipping last night, due to the naked state you two were in this morning.” She asked. Saul interrupted by asking, “Did you two do it?” Mrs. Paul looked at Pete and me sharply. “Pete told him this morning, and no you tool. Stop messing with me; all morning with this drama Mrs. P, all Morning.” “Leave them alone Saul. Go finish unpacking cause if you think I’m doing it.” She told him as she released me. “I’m going back downstairs.” I declared as if escaping the shores of Normandy. As I began my decent Mrs. P called to Pete who was coming down with me, “Peter come here, I need to talk to you?” “Dunt, Dunt, Dunn,” Saul bullied. In too much pain to care, I went back downstairs to rest. I eagerly got back in the bed, trying to process the mornings compounding events. It was close how Saul uncovered our youthful experience. We have to be careful. Not sure why, but caution is calling.
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I finally got my head to stop knocking against itself when Pete came storming down the stairs yelling out to me. “Ram, get this shit, I failed Social Science, by six points. I have to take it in summer school or they won’t pass me on!” “Pete, you’re yelling, my head! How did you fail by six points? How do you, of all people, fail Social Science.” I asked turning over to focus. “I KNOW!” “Pete, hello, Headache” “Sorry. I am just super heated. I have to take this five-week course over the summer from seven to eleven AM! Sorry.” “I’m sorry Pete, but you have to take the class. I am not going to move on to senior year, if you’re still going to be a junior. It sucks, but suck it up. I know first hand you can suck it up so it won’t to hard. Just annoying.” I joked trying to defuse his frustration. “Here lay down with me. CUDDLE PILLOW!” I said as I grabbed him and wrapped him around me. When we were little he came up with cuddle pillow to console me when I missed my parents more than usual. He’d wrap me up inside his arms and it calmed me down. Ever since then, it’s been our thing. “This shit is fucked up.” He expressed trying not to be too loud in my ear. Once he was in place, I started going to sleep. He did as well cause twenty minutes later he woke me up snoring all in my dream space. I pushed him off me and went back to sleep. When I woke up I was alone and hangover free. I decided to take a shower while I had the opportunity and refresh myself.
Dried off and dressed I went to find Pete. Searching everywhere, to no avail, I decided to sit poolside. I had an idea to smoke some pot in the afternoon breeze. I went downstairs rolled a B, changed into my boy shorts, grabbed my I-pod and headed for the pool. Making sure that the parents Paul were gone, I got comfortable poolside and lit my blunt, preparing for this solo session. I thought of calling Pete’s cell to see where he might be, but he would eventually show up, so whatever. Instead, I curled up with the I-pod and my pearled blunt. The afternoon air was crisp and sweet. The sound of the birds were soothing, the sun, inviting. I finally finished my session, super stoned; I began jamming to the I-pod. Ella Fitzgerald was my favorite. I must know and have every song she ever recorded. I started jamming away when something touched my shoulder making me jump in place. My reaction made my I-pod leap in the air, and just as I thought it would fall in the pool, Saul came from behind me and caught it before it was gone forever. “Dude, totally sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Well not that badly anyway.” Saul said apologetically as he sat down next to me. He gave me my I-pod back and said, “Dude, I think this the first time that you and I have been alone hanging out, ever.” He pointed out. “I think if you can be on a ship fighting in a war, you can deal with me. By the way, where is everyone?” I responded trying to grant him some form of civility. “I think mom took Peter Paul shopping and father is at work. What’s the tea today?” “No Saul, you’re so using that wrong; but to answer your question, nothing. I’m not hung over anymore so that’s awesome. The day is half gone now so I am just going to hangout here poolside. You?” I inquired. He rolled over on his side to better engage me. Saul, though work to deal with it, was I testament to the Paul bloodline. Now that the government had beaten away the sloppy, un-maintained blob that was Saul Paul, he had every tantalizing feature like his brother and father. “Well shit, doing nothing really, may go out with some guys from my unit that I live around here. Plus I might get up with Heather, long shot, but that what makes it fun, the chase.” He confessed. “You are such a weirdo,” I jokingly laughed, “well I am glad that you’re back safely, not going to admit that again so soak it in.” “Soak it in? Dude you’re hilarious. So how was your junior year? Are you ready to start your life, it’s right around the corner?” He asked. “It was daunting, so much work. I’m trying to get enough credits to apply for the Chicago Young Artist Scholarship, I have to have 45 credits by senior year, and I did well. I don’t have to do summer school. Remember I was always in summer school,” “That’s right, I picked you up a couple of times.” He recalled. “Yeah, well I finished this year with 41 credits; we get seven a semester so I can take electives all next year to get the four credits I need to be eligible for the C-YAS. I’m taking AP classes; however, I don’t have to. You know, due to the fact that I’m super smart and pretty much a genius.” I said as if to mock the world. “No seriously though, it was outrageously hard. The AP curriculum got tougher cause they found someone selling tests online, but I did it. Just have to apply now. I might take a year off though. Pete and I want to go to Europe or Spain, Queens that we are.” “Tea!” He quickly added, immediately making me smile. He asked, “What?” “You finally used Tea right. So proud of you.” “Oh, whatever dude.” He laughingly dismissed. Saul and I sat there talking the good part of an hour. In that short time I found out more about him than in the fifteen years or so I been an adopted Paul. He had aspirations to become and social worker and start his own foundation. How he was going to use some of his Trust Fund to start up this foundation. He’s majoring in Child Sociology, Developmental Science. He began to go in about some of the men he served with in this last tour of duty. Some of them closeted and for some reason they confided in him. He told me story of how he and his bunkmate almost killed this asshole in their platoon that called everyone Fag and Cunt. It just so happened this time he was actually talking to a gay guy. They start fighting this guy in the mess. As their punishment, they all had to dig thirty feet deep holes or something like that. He began to explain how the war, he thought, was a sham; but he was indifferent. Loyalty to his country or loyalty to his life and what was right. It was clear Saul had changed. Right as he was about to tell me about some girl he met Pete walked up and saved me from that horror. “What are you two doing?” Pete asked confused, and rightly so, at the sight of Saul and I sitting, next to each other, civil. “Talking about how Gay you are. Tea” Saul said as if rehearsed. “NO WE WERE NOT!” I quickly defended, as if some sort of admission of guilt was necessary. “You are such an ass Saul, and you were doing so well. Ignore your ass of a brother. What did you get?” I said getting up, abandoning Saul poolside, impressed by the person Saul had become. He may always be the annoying older brother, but he has a good heart. I wished he didn’t have to go back to the Navy. “Tea Bitch! H&M had a sale. Come and see. Nothing for you Saul, sorry life sucks I know.” Pete said dodging Saul’s attempt to connect his fist to Pete’s chest. We went inside where I found Mrs. P arranging what looked like fifty large H&M bags. Now I know she never shops for one and not for all, so I know that I have something in these many bags. I began snooping, went over, and sat next to her “Yes I got you something Ramey, here.” She said passing me four seemingly, stuffed bags. Excited by our new acquisitions, Pete and I rushed downstairs to investigate our bounty. She had gotten me a couple tees, this stunning white button up shirt with embroidered lace up the buttons and the collar. A couple pair of much needed jeans for the summer. (She remembered I hated wearing shorts.) The most amazing leather jacket, that was fortuitously on sale, and screamed at her to bring it to me. She also got me a couple of scarves, some socks and underwear. With my much-needed boost to my wardrobe filed and locked down, I began to go through Pete’s six bags. See you have to go with her to get the real bounty. Pete got some sick outfits. This linen two-piece set, in three colors, like thirty tee and collared polo’s. Some of which I was going to be borrowing, quite frequently. Six stained leather belts. That was his this thing, big leather belts, he had like sixty already. He also found a pair of these trendy, checkered flat shoes to match one of the belts. He had a jacket, but mine seemed to be the inspiration for his. It was dark kind of like mine, but wasn’t as hot as mine. We compared notes, compiled different outfits for future trade-offs, and retired our clothes to our conjoining closet. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I would have been ok hung over and shopping. It would have help heal the pain.” I asked as if truly hurt. “It wasn’t planned. We went to go register me for summer school and she took me shopping to make me feel better I guess. Score anyway right. I start next Tuesday by the way. This is going to suck balls but whatever; I have to do it. However, I don’t start for another three days, so what shall we do?” We decided, after much debate, to go see a late movie, and then come back home and go skinning; and like last night, I let Pete seduce me into a game of pound-play, and that became the routine for the next three days.
5
I woke up surprisingly early Tuesday morning. Pete was still sleep on the floor in front of me. Just as I was about to wake him, for his first day of summer school, Mrs. P came downstairs and beat me to it. Pete struggled to respond to her wake up call, but he eventually complied. I decided to go with them to drop him off at school, so I got up and got dressed with him. Ten minutes and we were out the door. We stopped off to get Pete some fast breakfast, a bagel and Latte, and arrived at the school with three minutes to spare. Annoyed with being up that early, and having to go to summer school, Pete said nothing as he got out the car. “Bye!” Mrs. P yelled at him. He turned and a said goodbye, hearing the blind command in his mother’s tone to do so. I got out to get in the front and tapped him on the back on the head. I got in the car and we drove off. Mrs. P suggested I stop at my house and pick up some things that I may need for the summer. I also thought I would call my parents, who haven’t tried to call me these past five days. We started making our way to my house on the other side of town. We listened to the radio for the entire ride, also taken back by the time. We get to the front gate of my little gated community, I hand the security guard the card that announced my residency here in The Garden. The Gardens of The Way was comprised of twenty-five homes; many of them ranging from 1.5 million to two million, and my parents being the jet setters that they are, bought the Catigny House in the back of the complex. My parents bought the biggest house in here and we are barely ever here to enjoy it. They are always out somewhere working hard to maintain this lovely lifestyle and I am always at the Peters. As we turned up my extremely manicure, tree pressed driveway I saw the first glimpse of the home I grew up at but do not live in. “I forgot how breathtaking this place is.” Mrs. P remembered as we cleared the tree line. It was impressive. Catigny sat on 175 acres, boasted a tennis, basketball, and volleyball court. Two pools one, inside and the infinity pool in the back, sixty-three rooms, twenty-five of them bedrooms, three kitchens, one of which is outside poolside. There is a maze garden out back between the man house and the guest quarters. Yes quarters, there are four apartments done up like condominiums. Father said it allowed his guest to always be close to each other while at Catigny, giving them their own space to stay. The best thing about Catigny is Catigny Lake on the other side of the poolside kitchen. My dad put a huge gazebo out there so Pete and I could sleep out there as kids. I did love my home. My parents were never around just to make it possible for me to bring people here and tell them ‘this is where we live’; and even though I missed them like crazy most of the time, I get it. I especially get it as we pulled up to the east wing entrance. Mrs. P got out the car as if she were visiting a historic landmark. I unlocked the door and disarmed the alarm, shocked that I remembered the code. The smell of the oak wood floors that went on forever down the east corridor reminded me of my youth. When we were little and were stuck in the house, Pete and I would ride our bikes up and down these halls, good times. We got on the elevator that opened into my room. I had the east wing converted into a bedroom two years ago. I was always up here looking out that lake, yes there is also a lake on the grounds. It didn’t take that much to convince mother; father however had his reservation. I was further away from them in the east wing than I was in my old room downstairs from theirs. In the end, they let me have my way, so now the entire top level of the east wing is my bedroom. It was a ballroom a long time ago mother told me. It was the perfect space, my little apartment. The elevator opened in my room prompting Mrs. P to ask, seemingly taken back by the size of my room, “What was it like growing up in this place.” I answered quickly and unrehearsed, “Lonely.” It was lonely here at times. It was rare both my parents were here at the same time for that long, or at all for that matter. If ever they had to travel I was either left with nannies or I was at the Paul’s. When they were here though, it was as though they were never gone. I miss them. I started to pull out my mom’s Gucci travel carryall, the body size one. It was practical; I could put all my stuff in it and just roll it around. “Where are you going?” Mr. P asked in disbelieve of its size. “I can put everything in here. I love this one; I got it from my mom. She never got a chance to rock it. The perks of absent parents I guess.” I responded. She then said to me trying to reassure me I guess, “ You know your parents love you right. They do all this for you; and you get to hang with us in their absence, and we’re a hoot and a holler right? Jeez look at this view.” She said looking out my balcony door. “That’s why I moved into this space. It really wasn’t supposed to be a bedroom but my parents let me convert it when I got old enough to appreciate that view. My mom said it was a ballroom a long time ago, and this fireplace is so beautiful in the winter” I explained highlighting the grandeur of my room. It was huge, and stunning, from floor to ceiling. I finished collecting the many things that I thought I could not live without, and we began to get on the elevator. “Wait, do you want see something cool?” I asked. Mrs. P reluctantly agreed and I put the carry all in the elevator and sent it downstairs. I grabbed Mrs. P’s hand and went over to my closet. We went in and stood in front of my full-length mirror. “Ok, now look at the mirror, just stare at it.” “Ok, this is not going to scare the shit out of me is it?” She asked, and after I reassured her that it would not, I stepped on the floor mechanism that twisted the mirror open, and moved us behind the mirror. “No way!” Mrs. P proclaimed. “How did that… that was awesome?” “I know right. My dad had them installed throughout the house last Christmas; they’re called panic hallways. None of them connects but they all lead outside or to the panic room that’s hidden somewhat in the house. At the end of that hall is the panic room, now open that door.” I encouraged. She did revealing the outside of the east wing door. “See Mrs. P, there’s your car.” I pointed out. She was truly impressed. I went back in to get my suitcase out of the elevator and reset the alarm. As I closed the door, I remembered that I want to call my parents while I was here. Oh well I’ll do it later. I loaded the carryall into the car, while Mrs. P was trying to find the door in the wall that we just came out. I loved the reaction people had to my house. It was something. We left Catigny with an energy that wasn’t with us when we arrived.
“You want to go to the river walk for a bit. Get some ice cream, maybe do some shopping.” Mrs. P suggested. I quickly agreed, as if she even had to ask. The river walk sat in the middle of the town. Right in the middle of the Town Square, there is the waterfall. It’s not Niagara, but very entertaining in the summer when it’s hot. The city set up the bridge that crosses over the edge of the top of the waterfall so that people can walk across it. It has always been a popular local hangout spot. Once we arrived downtown, we found a parking spot and joined all the other people out enjoying the sights and the cool breeze. “This will be a great way to kill a couple of hours.” Mrs. P acknowledged. We hit the local H&M store of course; they had a modest sale I got some tees. Then we went to this amazing new store call Riot. At the sight of all the amazing merchandise in this store, Mrs. P and I proceeded to try to pull everything off the walls. We were truly having a Wong Foo moment. Mrs. P snagged a pair of high waist jeans and this knitted halter-top. She also found herself the beautiful trench for the fall. It was simple cashmere and had rabbit around the collar. It was hot, and she knew it. I thought she was going to jump hard at this lady that looked like she was going to grab it. I was impressed with the tees and jeans. I started exploring the rest of the store when I turned the corner and walked into the hottest outfit I had ever seen. “Mrs. P!” I screamed across the store alerting all to my amazing find. She ran over in great earnest, she was such a shopper. As soon as she ran up on me, she knew exactly what had me overwhelmed. “Ramey you totally have to get that. I will be mad I you don’t. Go try it on.” She commanded as she called someone over to take it off the wall. I had found these 80’s inspired chained leather jacket and matching pants. The pants only had the chains on the waist and across the ass. The sleeves on the jacket were quarter length on me. It was to freakin die for. They had it in black and white I went with the black. All I could see in my head Michael Jackson’s Bad video. “This is just like the outfit Michael wore in the Bad video, and now that he is gone you totally have to get it and represent for Michael.” Mrs. informed, seeing it too. The lady came over and took it down and I went to try it on. I was so excited I fell out of my pants. I gathered myself and began to change. I pulled the pants up and put the jacket on and it was the perfect fit. I jumped out of the dressing room for the big reveal. Mrs. P clutched her clutch against her chest. “It a winner. ” Mrs. P added. It fit like a glove and it was easy to walk in. The leather wasn’t that heavy so I didn’t have to worry about tearing walking likes in it. The jacket hit me right at the right spot on my stomach. It exposed the pants and their detail around my waist and the smallest bit of skin. The chains made this wonderful music as I walked around the dressing room lobby. “I totally have to get this.” I told Mrs. P as I checked the price tag. Expected it to be ridiculously expensive, I was reassured, 3275.00 the price tag said to me. I could not have been happier. I turned around to go take it off when this lady walked in the dressing room and said, “That looks amazing on you. You must get that.” That was the last bit of encouragement I needed before I told the store clerk to bag it all up. I found a couple more things, a belt I thought Pete would die for. I picked out some tees for Saul, thinking about him. Seemingly finished, Mrs. P and I headed for the register to begin to final act of our addiction, payment. I stepped up and whipped out my Amex card impatiently wanting all my new acquisitions. “Addict.” Mrs. P jokingly said nudging me. The clerk rang all our items up together by accident, which left me the opportunity to repay Mrs. P’s recent generosity. I quickly handed the clerk my card while Mrs. P fumbled to find hers. By the time she did, I had already paid for everything. “$5975.54, Ramey your mother is going to kill you. I can’t let you spend that much money, let alone on me.” “Don’t worry about it, and my mom won’t care. She is always telling me to do my share while I am with you guys. Today, this is my share. Beside it already processed through. There is nothing that can be done.” I reassured. Having no more fight in her, she hugged me gratified. We left the Riot to put our purchases in the car and get our ice cream. With our new purchases secure in the car, we started heading to Lady K’s Ice cream shop, the only ice cream shop in town. It had been here for as long as I can remember. Lady K herself died a few years back. Her son runs it now, and her grandson that works the front is a remarkable sight. Tanned skin Italian with hazel green eyes, his chest, and arms were so big that the tee shirt he had on look as though it were skin. I only see him though when we come to get ice cream, because he goes to public school here downtown. We ordered our two Colossus Cookie Dough cones and head to the riverfront. We find this bench under a tree right next to river. I thought to myself, ‘Tea a bench in the shade right on the river’. We sat down and Mrs. P sighed. Not the ‘I am enjoying the view’, kind of sigh; it was the more familiar ‘Let’s talk about how you feel,’ sigh. Mrs. P always pulled me aside to talk to me about my parents. I should have seen this coming when she suggested shopping. That’s how she gets you, and then she began to go in saying, “Ramey, you doing ok. I know you haven’t seen you parents since Christmas, but you know they love you right.” “I know. I’m good though. I understand why they have to be gone all the time. I get it. My school is expensive.” “Tell me about.” She interrupted in agreement, after finishing payment on Pete’s junior year. “I mean someone has to pay the heating bill at Catigny. I used to be bitter, but then I got older. I know they love me and they are doing all this for me.” I told Mrs. P trying to quickly end this conversation. I told her that I was ok but I never stop missing my parents. I tried to ignore their absence, but the older I got the madder and bitterer I became. Mrs. P finished by saying, “Well I know that they would be here if they could.” It was as if she slapped me, because out of nowhere I started crying like a schoolgirl. “That’s not true! They can be here. They choose not to be; I didn’t ask to be here by myself. It’s as if they know that you guys will always take me so they don’t have to spend the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love you guys, but my own family. You know.” I said wiping my face off. “Ramey, come here. Let me tell you something. You are loved Hun. Whether it is your parents or Pete, or me and Mr. Paul, even Saul; we all love you and you are never alone.” I gathered myself as she gave me a hug. I reassured Mrs. P that I was ok and noted that it was time to go and get Pete. Relieved at the genius of the time, I stood up and tried walking off my emotions. If I let Pete see that I have been crying, he will have a fit. We get back to the car, and all seemed to be back to normal. I got in the car and immediately checked my face in the mirror for any missed evidence of tears. Good to go I sat back and enjoyed the ride. We listened to the radio the entire ride back the school, and of course all I could think of was my parents and I know it was all over my face.
6
We pulled up to the school early and I hopped in the back seat, an attempt to be alone in my thoughts. I began thinking about my new purchases and I started to feel better. We waited for the better half of twenty minute before Pete came bouncing out of the front door, accompanied by three fellow students. They walked him all the way to the car before they went their separate ways. Pete hopped in the car as if he just returned from a mini vacation. “Schools better than you thought it would be it seems.” Mrs. P asked grabbing his attention as she pulled off to drive home. Pete was not that upset now that his first day was over. He was telling us how this class was interesting, which I knew was code for tons of hot boys. He did say that all he had to do was write theory paper, do well on it, and he would pass the course. Of course, he immediately looked right at me and started to ask me for my help with it. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked me. “Mom what did you do to Ramey? Did you break my friend? What’s wrong, you’ve been crying? What happened?” Pete demanded. “Nothing, you drama queen. My allergies are acting up; I just need a Claritin boost. Calm down.” I pleaded, knowing he wouldn’t buy that. “Allergies my ass, you’re going to tell what’s going on.” He declared. I knew it. We got back home, I pulled my bags and the carryall out of the car, and Pete said, “Oh, you went to Catigny. I told you not to go there without me. Here let me help you.” He lovingly said as he grabbed all of my purchases for me. I managed to get it downstairs without damaging the Gucci or any of the Paul’s walls. As soon as I put the carryall in front of my closet, Pete went in. “What’s wrong. Did you talk to your parents?” “No, I forgot to call them while I was there. Your mom just said something that didn’t sit well with me is all.” I explained, deflecting any more questions I finished and said, “Wait here, I have something I need to show you. We went shopping while you were in school. There is a belt in one of these bags for you. Ok wait here.” I demanded as I walked behind the room dividers to put on my new leather fit. “This conversation isn’t over.” Pete said not realizing that it truly was. I finally got my leather and chains on came back into the room. “Bitch!!!” Pete said completely readjusting himself to admire my new digs. “Where did you get this? I am so jealous I didn’t see it first, but this was made just for you. It fits you to the T.” He commented walking around me in a circle. “There is this new store in the square called Riot, and a riot it was. Mrs. P almost clocked a bitch for this cashmere trench she found there. Isn’t this just like the one Michael Jackson wore in the Bad video?” “Yes it is and Bitch that is bad. Oh, I hate you and your super little body. I think you are the only boy that would look good in this though. It’s so 80’s.” Pete added. “I know that’s why I had to get it. I don’t know where I am going to wear something like this, but I own it shit. Look at it, ahh, so excited!” I yelled running to take it all off before I started living in it. I asked Pete to help me unpack the carryall, and it seemed that he forgot to inquire about my earlier state.
Finished with the unpacking, we decided to smoke some pot, our national pastime. I gathered all my tools to roll a blunt and went to it. We decided to go smoke in the gazebo out in the Paul’s peach orchard. We walked outside to another beautiful day. We took the cobble stone path that lead to the center of the orchard where the gazebo was. It came into view when we realized someone was already out in the gazebo. It had to be Saul cause Father Paul was gone to work. Seeing us walking up Saul called out to us. “Gentlewomen, come join me.” “This ought to prove to be interesting.” Pete said dropping his head. We walked into the gazebo to find Saul in these little white Navy shorts, shirtless and drinking with like four fans running at maximum creating the nicest breeze that cooled all of us. “Come boys have a drink with your Saul! What do you have there Ram? Dare I say is that a blunt I see in your hand? Now boys, drugs are not answer; but they sure help with the questions. Light that bitch up.” He demanded as he poured all of us a drink in the one-cup that he had with him. We closed the door behind us and got comfortable. I lit my blunt and started playing with my hair. I acquired this nervous tick in school when I was anxious. I now do it all the time. We sat there, took a swig of whatever liquor it was Saul mixed in that cup, and we hit my blunt. “You seem to be in a good mood brother. What’s the Tea?” Pete said pointing at us pointing out his point. “Ah, the Tea, well I am drunk, completely. I just found out that they are not going to deploy my unit back to Iraq. Dad left me twenty bucks this morning, oh and mom made this amazing pot of coffee this morning.” Saul answered, incoherently. “Wait, what? Did you say that you didn’t have to go back to Iraq? That totally rhymed, look at that. Seriously though is that what you just said?” Pete asked trying to get Saul’s attention. “Yeah I totally got a letter this morning giving me my orders for discharge.” Saul said pointing to the letter on the table. “Did you tell ma. You know she is going to go ape-shit when you tell her.” Pete pointed out. “Yeah, they both were up this morning when the Major Messenger came to the house. She wants to have a party this weekend. That ought to be fun, that’s why I’m getting drunk early. Here Peter Paul.” Saul finished, passing Pete the rest of the blunt. “Well what’s up with you guys, what awesome has happened to you today?” Saul asked, changing the subject. “Well summer school wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but nothing special to report. Ram however acquired the sickest chained leather jacket with the matching pants this morning out with mom.” “Really Ram. I have to see this sick outfit. I may have some cold medicine for it.” Saul mocked, “Whatever, you wouldn’t be able to appreciate the awesomeness that is this outfit. Being a breeder, you are a couple genes short of respect for fashion. It’s ok, we understand.” I said as if giving someone my telephone number. “When did he become such a douche?” Saul asked Pete, who answered, “Last year. It’s sexy ain’t it?” he said defending and giving me a wink. “It’s something. I miss the quiet, appeasing Ram. This asshole is something all together different. Love you though you Jackass.” Saul expressed blowing me a kiss. Rolling my eyes, I said, “I am just glad that it’s summer and I don’t have to get up at the crack ass of dawn anymore.” “Tea Bitch!” Pete acknowledged. “Yeah, this will be the first summer I get to hangout with you two lames. I hope I don’t become a lame by association. What do you do around here; do people still go to the falls at night?” Saul asked as if he were gone for centuries. “Yes Saul Paul, they still do everything here that you did before you left. Not that much has changed since you deployed.” “You two did.” Saul snapped. “Tea!” I drunkenly yelled laughing at the both of them. “I know you ain’t talking Saul, you lost, what, like three people off your body while in the Navy. Talk about change and what’s with these tiny ass shorts. Is there something you want to tell us brother? You are loved brother.” Pete joked as he sat next to Saul as if setting up for a ‘white shorts intervention’. “You can eat me. I have no clean clothes mom’s washing now, leave me alone; and what are you laughing at over here?” Saul said throwing me into a headlock. “What is it that you find funny little dude? Do share, we want to laugh too.” Saul, with his new strength, would not let me loose from this headlock. I was fighting the best I could, and he was even using the other arm to tickle me, but it was no use. He was just too strong; I waved my mental fist at the Navy for turning him into this. Saul finally let me go, my hair everywhere, us both panting like dogs. The sweat was glistening all down his hairless chest ending up right at the beginning of his very tight, very small white Navy shorts. Saul had become very…noticeable. “So what are going to do with all this time you now have?” I asked Saul without looking at him. In that moment looking at him was like looking at the sun: you know you shouldn’t do it, but for some reason, you just have too. Just as Saul was about to answer, Pete jumped up and said gesturing, “He’s going to be wanking off thinking about the officers in the mess, or is it the showers. Wait you’re on a boat. Ok maybe that wasn’t that funny then, I had a dance and everything.” He finished as he sat down looking slightly drunk and confused. “Oh brother, you are so gay. You were right the first time. It is called the mess, but that is not what I’ll be doing this summer you ass. I am probably going to finish school in the Navy. Find out when my Trust is going to be released to me. You know the parents put another year on it when I enlisted, but to answer your question Ramey, not much. I think I will just sit around here and bother you two for the summer.” “That ought to prove to be an awesome time had by all. Pete mocked at his brother, grabbing the empty cup off the table. Drunkenly annoyed, he demanded from Saul, “Um, think you could put something in here you douche?” Saul obliged and we all sat back and had another drink, out the same cup, and enjoyed the weather for the rest of the day. We sat and talked and just kicked it, all three of us for hours. It was awesome. Family was awesome.
7
It was well past dark when we finally dragged our moderately intoxicated selves back in the house. We walked in the kitchen door to the smell of take-out, which informed us that Mr. P was home. “Hey fellas, how’s it hanging? Well is it even hanging in those tight ass shorts son?” Mr. P asked after Saul came into view. Pete and I snickered as we walked past Saul. “I’m going to go change since I keep getting grief about my shorts. Jeez.” Saul proclaimed as he stormed off. “I got some Chinese if you guys are hungry, and it looks like you are, huh Ramey.” Mr. P surreptitiously noted looking at my blood-shot eyes. “Yes Mr. P we are hungry, thank you for thinking of us.” I responded trying to cover my eyes. “Where’s mom?” Pete asked digging into the delivered meal. “She’s in her office doing something. Take her a plate before you three eat all this food, Goddamn stoners.” Mr. P jokingly commanded as he disappeared into family room. Pete quickly obeys making a plate for his mother and taking to her directly. Mr. P had that effect on people. Even if it sounds like he is joking, you do what Mr. Thomas Paul tells you do. He had that effect on everyone, everyone but Mrs. P. I started piling on the combination-fried rice and two egg rolls when Saul returned in sweat pants and a tank top, and it wasn’t until I sat down that I realized that he didn’t have any underwear on because there was this lovely bulge outlining his rather long cock. From the looks of it, he had Pete and I beat. I thought he caught me staring at it when he asked, “Hey where’s the soy sauce?” I answered handing it to him, praying for Pete's return so he can save me from myself. Saul sat down right next to me and started eating. If his body and incredibly large penis memorized me, it was all gone once he started eating. My God, it was like listening to a starving dog eating or something. “Saul, could you please not eat like that in my ear. You know I hate that gross shit. How did you get through boot camp eating like that? I saw ‘Full Metal Jacket’.” Starting to choke through his giggle, he whispered, “Sorry dude, I am so stoned, I wasn’t trying to be a dick. I heard dad call you and Pete stoners, hilarious. Where did Pete run off to anyway?” “He took your mom a plate of Chinese. He must be talking to her cause he should be back by now. What, have you tired of me Saul, do I bored or something?” “Stop smoking pot with me and I just might.” “You ass, whatever.” I said turning my attention back to my meal. “What are you two up to tonight? I don’t think I


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