Protecting David 12
Jamie Blair, David’s principal London partner, turned
out to be a tall, trim, good looking guy with dark brown hair,
that he was constantly brushing off of his forehead. His father
was English, his mother American and Jamie had lived for ten
years in the states, which of course was when he had met David.
I knew of Jamie’s ability to coax millions of pounds
out of England’s population of matrons and meeting him
now I could understand how. The guy was pure charm. I knew
from David that there was a sharp mind behind the charm but
the charm was a palpable thing. Waiters, cab drivers, bellhops
everyone seemed to just naturally rush to accommodate the man.
This guy could pull out a cigarette in a rowboat in the middle
of the English channel and somebody would show up with a lighter.
Jamie had just picked me up at Heathrow and he was navigating
his black Audi through heavy traffic on his way to central
London. “Mark, honestly, I can’t tell you how happy
I am to finally meet you. David talks of you all the time but
I was beginning to think that he was making you up. I see now
that he wasn’t exaggerating.”
I laughed. “He loves me, it clouds his judgement. But
I’ve been anxious to meet you too. David speaks of you
so often that I feel that I know you.”
“Actually for some time now I’ve wanted to thank
you. To thank you for what you’ve done for David.” Jamie
brushed the hair out of his eyes for the tenth time. “No
one on this earth deserves to be happy more than David and
I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen.” He
smiled at me broadly. “Then you showed up. The cavalry
as it were.”
“I really didn’t do anything Jamie, other than
fall in love.”
“Oh Mark, you’ve done more than you know. In a
very real sense we owe everything to you.” He swept his
hand back and forth. “Everything we have now, the company,
it all happened because you freed David, gave him the secure
base he needed to let that fertile mind of his roam.”
“Jamie I think that you’re giving me more credit
than I deserve but I do agree about David’s fertile mind.
He’s about the smartest person I know but ya know it’s
more than just smart, it’s his whole personality.”
Jamie laughed. “You should have seen him in college.
Oh god, that dorm room of his! How the devil the man ever got
any sleep is beyond me. Truly you could walk into David’s
room in the morning and find ten other people there, sleeping,
talking, anything you can imagine. And you know, I think that
he keeps in touch with every person he’s ever met.”
“Jamie, you can’t imagine, or maybe you can, how
many emails he gets and answers in a day. He spends probably
two hours in the morning and another hour in the evening just
“You’re at Clairidge’s aren’t you
“Yep, Frank must be going dottie in his old age but
that’s where he’s got me booked into.”
“Well, you’ll love the hotel, we can have dinner
there tonight and we have friends there.”
“David’s made an obscene amount of money for the
groups Managing Director.”
It suddenly hit me that David and Frank had negotiated an
agreement. It was exactly what they both would have done and
they thought almost the same on everything. Apparently David
would stop having me followed if Frank arranged for me to stay
in places where David felt that I was safe. I was too amazed
at the perfection of the agreement to be angry at being manipulated,
at least for the moment.
“Huhh? Oh! Duh, the company of course.” I laughed. “Must
be jet lag.” I turned slightly in the seat. “So,
he’s a client of yours? The Managing Director.”
Jamie smiled. “Well actually we started with his wife.
She comes from a bit of money herself and well we started managing
her personal money and then well, she was pleased and then
he came aboard too.” He laughed again. “Word of
mouth. English ladies,” he sighed, “well I guess
all ladies, like to think that their money is theirs and your
money is theirs.”
“Jamie there is an alternative, if you don’t mind
changing the habits of a lifetime.”
Jamie laughed out loud. “That’s what David keeps
saying. Alas, I’m afraid that I’m stuck playing
for this team. And now that we’ve got a new baby……….well
lord, you’ve got Alex, so you know.”
Just the thought of Alex made me homesick and practically
brought tears to my eyes.
“How old is the baby, Jamie?”
“David will be, and yes we did name him for you know
who, six months old in three days and as you can probably tell
from the sound of my voice, he’s the center of my universe.”
“Jamie I know what you mean. I kinda wish he had had
Alex when he was a baby so that we could have had that experience.
We didn’t get him until he was almost four, well within
a few months.”
Jamie was patting himself down searching for something. “Mark,
would you totally hate it if I smoked? I’ll open the
window a bit to draw it out.”
“Not at all, feel free. I won’t even lecture you.”
Jamie laughed. “Well thank all the gods for that! Amanda,
my wife, does plenty of that. The only way that I can smoke
at home is if I go outside.” Jamie got a very serious
look on his face. “I do know that I must quit, especially
for the baby. I mean it wouldn’t do for him to grow up
seeing his dad smoking. Might decide to try it himself.”
We were turning onto Bayswater Road and if memory served we
were nearing the hotel.
Jamie, you’ll be able to come to dinner tonight?”
“Yes Mark, certainly, but I can’t change your
mind about coming out to the house for dinner?”
“I’d love to Jamie but my business here is going
to take the whole day and tomorrow we’ll be leaving early
for one of your military air fields.
That evening with Jamie was a study in how to handle people.
From the moment Jamie entered the restaurant until the time
we left, the staff lavished attention on him and also on me,
because I was with him. Jamie never made a demand, instead
he found something to compliment everyone on, he had an instinct
for saying exactly what everyone needed most to hear and he
was adored for it. Frank was right, if this guy had decided
to do things illegally at some point in his life, the good
guys would have been in trouble.
The next morning General Shetlan picked me up at the hotel
and we drove together to a small airfield where we grabbed
a British Puma helicopter for a hop to a much larger base where
we could watch the Tornado’s handling some of our more
The weird thing is the way that Shetlan treated me for the
whole trip. I mean we have always had a pretty good relationship
but now it was like we were best buds. It was anything that
I wanted, every joke that I told was funny, my every point
of view was the right one. Even the British generals and businessmen
seemed to treat me like they knew something that I didn’t.
Something was up! I wondered if it had anything to do with
David but I sure couldn’t see how. David had clout in
financial circles but surely that didn’t extend to the
military and certainly not of another country.
Well anyway the major disappointment of the trip came the
day before I thought we’d be heading home and Shetlan
told me we needed to go to Germany and basically repeat the
performance. The Germans weren’t as friendly as the Brits.
It wasn’t that they were hostile, more that they were,
well for lack of a better word, formal. It was definitely chilly.
Finally on the 19th of December, six days before Christmas
we boarded a United Airlines flight for the long flight home,
stopping first in Washington, where the general would get off
and then on to Chicago and then after a plane change, a quick
hop to Milwaukee.
I felt horrible, not physically horrible but emotionally,
having left David and Alex by themselves for the couple of
weeks preceeding Christmas. While I had been flying around
England and Germany talking about ways to blowup installations
hundreds of feet underground efficiently, David was home putting
up a Christmas tree and walking with Alex through crowded,
holiday lit, department stores. I missed Alex and my need for
David was a steady ache, being without him for two weeks left
a gap in me, like an emotional artery had been blocked off,
draining me of my strength. While traveling through England
and Germany and in meetings with generals and businessmen I
would find myself thinking of David, the feel of his trim body
pressed to mine, his lips, his eyes. The thought of holding
his face in my hands while I gently kissed his eyes, his nose,
his lips, well…………it was driving me
I missed the half hour before Alex went to bed, when he’d
crawl up on my lap dressed in his flannel pajamas and I’d
read to him. Either David or I would have washed Alex’s
face and combed his hair and he would exude a clean little
boy smell, as David said, the smell of innocence. When David
and I walked him to his bedroom with each of us holding a hand
and Alex walking between us and then tucking him into bed and
then his arms around my neck as he kissed first me goodnight
and then David. And watching David’s face as he kissed
Alex goodnight, seeing the goodness there, the love in his
eyes and behind that the fundamental decency of the man.
I stepped off of the ramp from the plane into the terminal
and heard Alex screaming. “Dad! Dad! We’re over
here! Dad!” He was bundled up in a winter coat but
was holding his red knit cap in his hand, his hair was statically
charged from having the woolen cap on and his blond hair
was standing straight up, like he’d been plugged in.
David was holding him in his arms and looking up at him and
laughing from the pure joy of watching him. People were turning
to look at Alex and smiling at this handsome little blond
boy who was yelling to his dad.
The guy next to me said. “Guess your kids glad to see
I just nodded and said. “Yep, looks like he is.”
Alex was going ballistic in David’s arms. It almost
seemed like he was trying to fly, I couldn’t imagine
how David was holding him. I dropped my briefcase and plucked
him out of the air.
“Daddy we bought your present today!” Alex was
almost screaming. Then he lowered his voice in an almost conspiratorial
way. “But Dad, Santa is still gonna bring you a present
but we’re just helping. Cause Dad, Santa has got so many
houses to stop at he needs us to help.”
I was trying to listen intently to Alex without laughing and
he was holding my face in his hands so that my attention couldn’t
be diverted. “Alex, don’t I get a kiss hello?” He
gave me a huge kiss on the cheek.
I looked at David and then put my hand behind his head and
pulled him to me. We tilted our heads and met in a kiss. I
could see some stares out of the corner of eye but thought. “Fuck
I looked at David. “God I missed you!”
“Did you miss me too Dad? Cause I missed you!” Alex
was turning my head again with his hands.
“I sure did miss you sweetheart. I thought about you
all the time. Were you a good boy while I was gone?”
“I sure was Dad. I was the best boy ever!”
I slowly lowered Alex to the floor. “You’re getting
too heavy for me Alex.”
I looked at David. “Why does he seem to have no fear
David laughed and ruffled Alex’s hair. “Cause
he’s half monkey.”
Alex was walking between us and occasionally pulling himself
up so that he could lift his legs up and swing.
“David this is going to take forever. Why don’t
you take my briefcase and I’ll give Alex a piggy back
David smiled at me. “You’re braver than I am.”
Alex was going wild and shrieked when I swung him up onto
my shoulders. “Okay Alex watch your head and make sure
that I don’t walk you into something. Can you do that?”
“Yeah dad, I can. Wow it’s scary this high.”
“Is it too high Alex? You can come down if you want.”
“No dad! This is great!” While we were on the
moving walkway Alex played airplane, holding his arms out and
banking right and left.
Waiting for my bags to come in from the plane Alex kept up
a steady flow of conversation about shopping in the mall, Joe’s
lack of enthusiasm for Christmas, daycare and how much he sometimes
loves it and sometimes hates it, and it went on and on. David
and I talk on the phone a couple of times a day when I’m
away on a trip, not to mention email, so there isn’t
too much that he has to fill me in on when I get back.
The one thing that we can’t deal with by cell phone
or email is being physically together. Sometimes I think that
if I ever somehow lost David and was never able to touch him
again I would die. The touch of his body, waking up next to
him, wrapping my arms around him while he sleeps, these are
the things that give me life and without them what would be
the point, how could I ever live without that?
We both know that no matter how tired that I may be from the
trip, when we get home and after Alex goes to bed, we’re
going to have sex. Actually the foreplay began the moment I
stepped into the terminal and our eyes met. I’ve mentioned
David’s eyes many time before but it’s almost impossible
to overstate them. His hair is very black, his skin, in winter,
very pale and then those emerald green eyes. The very first
time that I looked into them I almost had an orgasm and not
much has changed. When David looks at me and the full force
of those eyes hit me I usually forget what I was going to say
and just seem to fall into them.
We’re standing next to each other waiting for the luggage
and David and I keep bumping into each other, casually, our
hands touching for a second. Sometimes I step behind him for
something just so that I can look at his beautiful ass. He
doesn’t wear tight pants but they always seem to form
perfectly to his butt, a butt that’s rock hard and perfectly
rounded. Sometimes at moments like this I find my hand reaching
out for him, just wanting to touch him, not sexually, just
as a connection. Usually I catch myself and pull my hand back,
at least when we’re in public and sometimes he’ll
see my hand and ask if there was something I wanted and then
I just get a stupid look on my face and make some lame excuse,
when all I really wanted was for us to be one, at least for
“Mark, that’s your bag isn’t it?” David
was pointing at garment bag with an Army decal on it.
“I’ll get it Dad!” Alex was standing in
front of me, my hands on his shoulders.
“No sweetheart, you let daddy get that, it’s gonna
be too heavy for you.” When it came around I swung it
off the turntable and we were finally able to get on our way.
With Alex strapped in in the back seat and David driving we
pulled slowly out into traffic, the snow that fell the day
before was crunching under the tires.
“Have you been oppingshay orfay istmasChray?”
David laughed. “Esyay. Actually I’m about done.
But I thought that it would be great if you and I could go
out together shopping alooooone, for at least one evening.
Maybe we can get Mrs. Meurer or Joan to watch Alex.” David
glanced in the back seat. “He’s asleep, thank god!
He’s been just goin crazy today, with you coming home
and Christmas, it’s just got him wound tighter than a
“Anyway,” David continued, “we need to buy
for Frank and Marcy and we really oughta get a little something
for Chris and Jason and maybe something cute for Mike and Ted.
What about your mom and dad?”
I groaned. “Can’t I just send them gift certificates?
Like for some store that isn’t in Milwuakee. I don’t
wanna do anything that will bring them in to see us. I especially
don’t want him around Alex. I don’t want Alex exposed
to that hateful old bast,” I turned to make sure that
Alex was asleep, “to that guy. I know………Fruit
of the Month Club, it’s a great gift and the name will
drive him crazy.”
David laughed. “You know, that’s not bad.”
As we were pulling into our driveway a taupe colored Joe was
jumping up and down in the dining room window, turning his
head occasionally as if looking for someone to alert.
Inside of the house for the first sixty seconds Joe was trying
to make himself airborne, flinging himself into the air and
emitting a canine whining bark. Amazingly, Alex didn’t
even stir in David’s arms. I kissed a sleeping Alex goodnight
while David carried him in to his bed. In the mean time I knelt
down and talked to Joe who seemed desperately to want to tell
me something if only he could find the words. How frustrating
it must be to know what you want to say but be unable to say
it. He finally settled down to a state of canine quivering
as I spoke quietly to him and gently stroked his head and ears,
the nails on his paws clicking impatiently on the tile.
David came back out of Alex’s room and grabbed my garment
bag. I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply, shoving my tongue
as far into his mouth as I could get it. “Babe, I feel
so grubby, I’m gonna take a bath, my back is a little
David kissed me again. “Go ahead, I’ll bring you
I had just lowered myself into the hot bath when David walked
into the bathroom carrying two small scotches on the rocks.
Our bathroom is huge and the tub and shower are separate. The
bathtub is a really large with those jet things in the side
of it that shoot out water and bubbles if you want.
David set the drinks down on the side of the tub and began
to take his clothes off. He pulled the sweatshirt and his tee
shirt off over his head and dropped them down the laundry shute.
He sat down on the edge of the platform that has the tub in
it and took off his shoes and socks. He also tossed the socks
into the laundry shute.
He took a sip of his drink and then smiled at me. “We’re
havin sex, right?”
I grinned at him. “You can’t see cause of the
bubbles but I’ve already started.”
David bent down and kissed me. “Well don’t get
too far ahead. I’ve been saving myself.” He pulled
off his pants and underwear together and his hardon slapped
up against his stomach. I took a sip of my drink and watched
as David climbed into the tub and then sat down straddling
my waist, trapping my cock between his butt and my stomach.
He lifted himself off of me for a moment. “Wet your
hair. I’ll give ya a shampoo.”
I ducked the back of my head under the water and then David
sat back down on my lap and started lathering my hair. I’m
not sure that David realized it or not but as he shampooed
my hair he moved his butt back and forth over my cock.
There’s something very erotic about having someone wash
your hair, not that I really needed anything more than seeing
David’s butt to get me going but feeling his knees against
the sides of my thighs as he worked my hair into a lather did
the same thing to me.
He lifted himself up again. “Okay, rinse.” I ducked
my head down again and rinse the shampoo out.
When I wiped the water out of my eyes David was sitting lower
on my legs and was slowly lathering up my cock by gently and
slowly jerking me off. He looked up from my cock for just a
second. “I don’t want you getting any ideas about
getting off this way.” He looked at me again. “I’d
like to get fucked in the shower………..that
is unless you’ve got your heart set on the bedroom.”
I started to rub his legs and forearms. “Why the shower?
But I mean yeah, that’s fine.”
David leaned forward and then stretched his legs out behind
himself so that he was lying on me, his head directly over
my heart. “I was reading a story where the guy gets fucked
in the shower. Actually I wanna use that steam thing we’ve
got. I want us both to be steamy and sweaty.”
I whispered in his ear. “If you don’t quit hunching
me I’m gonna shoot between us right here.”
“Nope. We can’t have that.” David lifted
himself up and pulled my cock so that it was pointing straight
up then he lowered himself again leaving my cock trapped between
his thighs, pointing straight up with the top side of it press
against his perineum.
I kissed the top of his head. “Oh right, that’s
an improvement! For god’s sake don’t clench your
He laughed and got up on his hands and knees. “You’re
“I’m fucking horny!”
David got quickly out of the tub and went over and turned
the steam on in the shower. Then he came back and held out
his hand. I took it and he pulled me up and over to the shower.
Inside it was intensely tropical, the steam was heavy and David
turned on the shower for a while to warm the floor. Then he
laid down on the floor and pulled me down with him.
I wrapped him in my arms and kissed him deeply, caressing
his back and shoulders. I finally broke the kiss and looked
into his eyes. “I missed you. I know that I told you
that already but somehow this time it was worse than usual.
Maybe cause I was so far away.” David was lying between
my legs with his head on my chest. The steam was softly hissing
and the condensation was running down the tile sides of the
shower and the glass door.
David lifted his chest up and dragged his body higher on mine,
rubbing hard against my cock. He took my face in his hands
and kissed me hard forcing his tongue into my mouth while I
dropped my hands to his ass.
He rolled off of me and turned around so that his feet were
at my head and his face was near my cock. He pulled on my leg. “Lift
your leg up so that I can suck on your balls.”
“I can do better than that.” I got up and knelt,
straddling David’s head, my balls, were hanging down
almost to his mouth and he then also had access to my cock
if he wanted to suck it too. He gently sucked one of my balls
into his mouth and then carefully pushed the other one in with
his fingers. Although he wasn’t able to actually speak,
he did start to make the David sound very quietly.
I was kneeling over him and was about to go for his cock when
he took my balls in his mouth. “Oh fuck David! Oh fuck!”
“David, now keep my balls in your mouth and don’t
let them pop out while I try to pull them out.” I began
to lift myself slowly away from David’s mouth and the
feeling of my scrotum being slightly stretched was exquisite. “Oh
I bent forward and took David’s cock into my mouth and
then wrapped my arms around his butt and rolled his whole lower
body up into the air while my balls were still in his mouth.
After sucking his cock and balls for a few minutes I started
to lick his butt hole while he went crazy but couldn’t
say much because of my balls in his mouth.
David was doing some serious moaning though and then pushed
my thighs up so that he could pull my cock down and get it
in his mouth. “Oh yeah babe, suck that cock!”
After a few minutes I was about ready to cum in David’s
mouth so I lifted it out of his mouth despite his trying to
hold onto it. I rolled David over to his side and then pushed
his left knee up towards his chest while I straddled his right
leg. He raised his head and looked up at me with a look of
almost frenzy as penetrated him slightly with my right thumb.
I leaned over him. “I’m gonna fuck ya now babe.
I’m gonna fuck ya hard.”
I used the enormous amount of precum that I was producing
as lube, spreading it all around my cock and then, using my
thumb as a quide, I started shoving my cock steadily into David.
He was almost screaming the David sound and seemed like he
was trying to get away from the pain before laying his head
back on the warm, wet tile and saying. “Aaaahhhhh!”
As I was reaching bottom I leaned forward and started licking
the side of David’s face like a dog. He felt so mine
in an animal way but also in an intensely human way. While
I knew that I might conquer David’s body with my cock,
and my greater strength, I also knew that his mind and soul
had a much higher price and I was more than willing to pay
it but right now the greatest need, for both of us, was physical.
I pulled my cock slowly almost all the way out of David’s
ass and then shoved it back half way in hard and then slowly
the rest of the way. His head was still on the tile but he
said. “Oh fuck yes, Mark! That’s so fucking good!
Hard babe, as hard as you want.”
I was fucking him long and slow. “You sure?”
“Yeah babe, really hard.”
I started to build speed and soon I was pile driving into
him. “Baby, this isn’t going to last. Oh fuck!” I
reached down and started to jerk David’s hard cock.
I lifted his left leg and twisted him slightly until he was
on his back and his feet were on my chest. I started beating
him off again and then reached down and pushed my thumb against
his perineum. His reaction was instantaneous. He slammed his
ass against my cock and yelled the David sound. Two seconds
later he started shooting. I pulled my cock out of his ass
and scooping up some of his cum gave myself a few quick strokes
and shot on his chest.
I rolled over onto my back, gasping for air. “Steam
and sex……….heart attack.”
David crawled over to me. “So when ya gonna be ready
to go again?”
My head was under the pillow to try and keep out the light.
Why was it light? Then something was jumping on the bed. I
reached out for David. Joe was licking my hand.
“Dad! Dad! You gotta get up.”
I pulled the pillow off of my head and laid my head on it. “What
time is it Alex?”
“It’s late dad! You got jetlag, that’s how
come you slept so late.”
I sat up and leaned against the headboard. Joe was lying where
David usually did and Alex was bouncing in the middle of the
bed. “Where’s David, Alex?”
“He’s getting our coats, we gotta go to the store.”
I looked at the clock, ten o’clock. I rubbed my eyes. “You
guys shoulda woke me up.”
Alex sat down straddling my waist. “You need your sleep
David walked in. “Hey you’re up. We’re goin
to the store. You’ll be okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good, just not used to sleeping this
David smiled. “All that flying…….and steam.
Come on Alex, let’s get goin.
As they were going into the garage I was walking to the shower.
When I answered the door Frank was standing there dressed
in a parka and carrying two department store bags full of wrapped
presents. Behind him the snow that had started an hour before
as a gentle fall had now become almost horizontal with the
pick up of the wind.
“Frank! Come on in.”
“Well Marky, I see that you survived the Brits.” Frank
was unbundling himself, which turned out to be quite a job.
“Frank, did Marcy wrap you for shipment to the north
pole or something?”
Frank looked at his galoshes. “The woman is nuts. But
she’s pretty and has a nice disposition.” I helped
Frank off with his boots and got him into the family room near
Frank stretched his legs out, put an unlit cigar in his mouth
and clasped his hands over his gut. “Did you notice Marky,
that you can get great buys on scotch at Heathrow?” He
was looking around the room.
“So Frank, what you’re tryin to tell me is that
you want some Black Label on the rocks?”
“You got it kiddo. Nice tree. You do that?”
Frank was referring to our Christmas tree that I hadn’t
seen until the evening before. “Frank, I’m lucky
I can tie my shoes. You think I could do a tree like that?” I
poured Frank’s drink and handed it to him. “No,
that’s David’s doing, he wants things to be especially
nice for Alex. They went to get more tinsel, should be back
in a few minutes.”
Frank held up his drink in salute. “Cheers” Then
after a long sip of scotch. “Shetlan was thrilled. I
still can’t believe that asshole called me at four in
the morning. I mean just because he’s used to getting
up before the sun doesn’t mean he should disturb normal
I sat on the sofa with Frank but perpendicular to him with
my legs crossed under me. Frank looked at me like I was hanging
from the ceiling. “So you gonna tell me what Shetlan
wants and what you’ve probably already agreed to?”
“You know Marky, you have a very suspicious nature.
I’d be deeply offended if you weren’t right.” Then
gesturing with his glass at the decorations in the room. “David
really did a nice job with this room.”
I smiled grimly at Frank. “I’m not even gonna
bring up the deal that I have a feeling you struck with David.”
“He wants you to go with him to the hill.” Franks
tone became serious. “You don’t seem to be aware
of it Mark but you have a way with people.” He smiled. “I
must admit that this supposed quality of yours sometimes eludes
me but who am I to argue with the powers that be. Anyway, that,
combined with your ability to explain some of these complicated
systems makes you someone that Shetlan feels can help him with
the politicians and the DOD and I think he’s right.”
“Remember, Shetlan has been doing this for quite awhile
and he’s no dummy. He likes you but that prick never
did anything for anybody because he liked them. He needs you,
or someone like you. The whole nature of warfare is changing
and that means, as you know, there’s some educating to
be done. It’s not just a case of, “send more bullets” He
patted my knee. “Trust my judgement Mark. People like
you and you explain things like a normal person. Those are
qualities that are rarer than you may think.”
He paused and then smiled at me. “As far as the David
deal goes, my thinking was simply that if David’s happy,
you’ll be happy and for that matter we both would have
to admit that he’s right a hell of a lot more than he’s
“Well,” I scratched the back of my head, “I
guess that I agree with you. I don’t want him worried.” I
threw my head back and groaned. “When does Shetlan want
me in Washington?”
“Middle of January Marky, you’ve got all the time
in the world.” He smiled and took an imaginary puff on
his cigar. “I’ll have to check the list but I think
you’re booked into the Watergate………..great
“Santa’s coming tonight, right?” Alex looked
seriously from David to me.
I touched his hair with my fingers. “Yep sweetheart,
he’s coming tonight.” I pulled his blanket up to
“So when I get up in the morning he will have come and
left presents for everybody?”
David kissed Alex’s forehead. “That’s the
way it works sweetheart.”
“And Joe gets stuff too, right?”
We both nodded yes. “But you have to go to sleep or
it isn’t gonna happen.”
He yawned. “Okay but he won’t scare me or anything?”
“Nope, Santa never scares little kids. You go to sleep
“He’s right here Alex, at the end of the bed.
But Joe needs to sleep too.”
We both kissed Alex again. “Night son.”
I took David by the hand and walked with him to the family
room. I laid down on the sofa and pulled him down with me,
his back against my chest and his head on my right upper arm.
The room was lit only by the Christmas tree and a large red
candle on the coffee table. The snow would hit the sliding
glass doors from one direction, form a little tornado on the
patio, dissolve and then hit the doors from another direction.
I pushed my left leg in between his legs.
“Mrs. Meurer bringing dinner tomorrow?” I kissed
David lightly below the ear.
“Mmmm, she should be here about nine. Then she’s
going to her son’s house.” David put his left arm
over my right and pulled it up against his chest.
“Nice just lying here.”
“You weren’t mad about the hotel thing?”
I laughed. “No, I know how you are. Oh and I have to
go to Washington next month.”
“It’ll be a good thing.”
I started to ask David how he knew that but decided against
it. “Think he’s asleep yet?”
David lifted his head and saw Joe standing by the kitchen
door. “Yep, he’s asleep.”
“Then I guess we’d better play Santa.” We
went to the basement got the presents and laid them beneath
As David was arranging the presents under the tree I was watching
his butt, the way the muscles moved, how thin his waist was
and how it flaired upward to his shoulders.
When he was finished I asked him. “You suppose that
Santa ever has sex David?”
David turned off the lights on the tree and then took my hand. “He