Chapter 8
As the evening began, Doreen sat in her room as she was waiting for her Gynecologist to return from an emergency. Sitting and contemplating the events of the last week, her break-up with Paul, the attack an subsequent shooting of Carlos, but more importantly the loss of one of her babies. Could it be that the pregnancy was by Carlos and not Paul? Doreen took great care in standing and paced the room. "I have to know the truth." Doreen mumbled to herself, "if I did kill the babies father, how am I ever gonna tell the child about their daddy?" Doreen became overwrought with grief, "Oh my baby!" as she slumped to the floor and started to cry, holding her stomach in a vain attempt to calm herself and try ineffectively to justify what all she had done. She stopped crying and looks up to the window as if she heard a voice of instructions, "Yes, I know what I have to do." Carefully she grabs the bed to assist her standing, picks up the phone and sit's on the bed. "Before I do anything, I must make a complete apology to those who deserve it." Dialing she hears a knock at the door, "come in."
Dr Anita Yuri her gynecologist enters, Her dark Indian complexion stands out in contrast to her White Hospital Coat. "Doreen," Dr. Yuri exclaims, "I ordered you to bed and to stay there, you aren't out of danger with that other baby, you still could loose that one too." Dr. Yuri takes the phone out of Doreen's hand and helps her in lying back down. "Now stay there you silly woman," a look of confusion comes over the Dr.'s face, "what were you doing out of bed anyway?"
Doreen's eye's well up with tears, "Oh, Anita, I need to talk to you, will this be confidential?"
"Of course you silly girl," Dr. Yuri pulls up the chair to sit next to the bed, grabs Doreen's hand and sits down. "Now then, you just tell me what is troubling you so?"
"There are many things Anita, but first, we need to do a blood test." Doreen takes hold of Dr. Yuri's hand with both of her hands, looking down at her lap, like a little girl who has been caught doing something wrong, "I need to know who is the father of the unborn baby?" With her lower lip quivering looking up at Anita, tears running down her cheek, "I need to know if the Father of this baby is Paul,... or Carlos!" Doreen burst's into tears as she covers her face with her hands and starts to cry.
Dr, Yuri sit's up on the bed, wrapping her arms around Doreen, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. Rocking her back and fourth like a little child in a rocking chair trying to comfort the troubled soul of her patient, "There, there, hush my child, shshshsh....." Dr. Yuri try's to comfort her and starts humming some ancient Hindu lullaby.
Driving in and out of traffic, Bill tries to keep the conversation going, but Ike is just too nervous. Staring out of the window, trying to keep from crying, he holds his side with a twinge of pain.
"Getting sore again hun?" Bill ask's Ike with quick glances to his lover pulling his eyes off the road.
"I'll be O.K., just a twinge," Ike reassures Bill. With complete and total anxiety, "Aren't we almost there yet?"
"Just relax my sweet's," Bill pats his lovers thigh, "we are just about there." Bill hears the pain in his lovers voice and starts driving a bit faster than he was. He can't help but wonder what tonight would bring, will the boys be understanding to Ike's needs? Will they be willing to give some help if it comes to that? Or would it end in disaster, and then have to face the possible loss of his life time mate? Bill now feels the anxiety that Ike is feeling, reaches over and grabs his lovers hand and squeezes. Turning the corner to the street approaching the boy's house, looking over to Ike, "We're almost there sweet heart."
Paul looks on as Tom is running around the house trying to get everything ready for their dinner guest's who will be arriving shortly. Tom is wearing a pair of nylon running shorts and low cut tank top. Paul can hardly contain his excitement as Tom scurries around the house. Leaning over the coffee table the nylon shorts creep into the crack of his ass, with a view of pubic hair sticking out from underneath the sewn in brief. Paul can't take it anymore and creeps up behind his lover, kneel's down to his knee's, carefully grabbing the waistband of the briefs, with one extremely quick motion yanks Tom's shorts down and plunges his face into the crack of his lovers ass.
"OH!!!" Tom screams with glee, "Oh STOP! STOP!! STOP!!!" He squirms and screams in pleasure, "Oh God we don't have time for this now, oh God stop, please stop!" Paul doesn't care, he can't get enough of his lovers hole. With Tom's arms grabbing the coffee table for support, Paul reaches around and pushes Tom's erection down between his legs and starts licking from the head of the dick into the hole and then returning to the hardened helmet of Tom's manhood. Paul hear's Tom panting with extreme excitement, and knows it isn't going to be long before he receives his reward. Paul reaches up and tweaks Tom's nipple causing a tremor of pleasure to race through his body. "Oh SHIT!!!" Tom screams as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure sweeps through his body. Tremor after tremor quake through Tom's muscular frame as Paul continues the attentive tonguing, lapping up as much of Tom's orgasm as he can.
"Now I know for sure Tom is Ike's Son!" Bill announces.
Both boy's freeze in place except with there heads turning simultaneously to look at the direction of the voice, Tom's face covered in blissfulness from the orgasm and shock from the unexpected interruption, and Paul's face covered with Tom's unclaimed orgasm, the two boys are greeted by the appearance of Ike and Bill standing in the doorway!
"Sorry, we heard someone scream "oh shit" and thought that something was wrong." Ike tries to justify the invasion of privacy.
Bill gleams while looking at his lover Ike, "Like father like Son." As Ike reaches down the back of his lovers pants. With that, laughter fills the room.
After 15 minutes of uncontrollable sobbing Doreen finally slows down and sit's up out of Dr. Yuri's comforting embrace, wiping her face with a tissue, she takes a drink of water and looks into Dr. Yuri's eye's. There is something there that she never noticed before, it wasn't the dark color or her almond shaped eye's but something that told Doreen that she could trust Anita with anything private.
"It all started about eight week's ago," Doreen sniffles, "Paul and I had a terrible fight and we broke up. I thought he would come back that night after he had calmed down, but he didn't. The next day, nothing. He didn't come by or call. I was willing to do anything to make sure that Paul would come back to me. I called around to some friends and tried to get a girls night out started, but nobody was home. So I decide to go out by myself. I went in and put on a pair of fishnet hose, my leather miniskirt and a silk blouse, slipped into my stiletto heels. When passing the mirror in the bathroom, I stopped and looked at my reflection and said, "'if I can't get lucky wearing this, I'll become a Nun."' I was dressed up like a high class whore, and willing to get laid for free."
"I drove around for hours, depressed, lonely, and getting drunk off the bottle of Tequila I had in the car. All I could think about was getting Paul back. After about three hours of driving I was stopped at a light, I noticed this little bar covered in stucco, kinda run down and a little seedy looking. But my God Anita, there was this man standing outside the building, dark skinned Mexican, damn he had a fantastic body." Doreen leans back remembering the event with a bit of excitement.
"He was wearing a skin tight T-shirt and a pair of denim jeans that looked as if they were spray painted on. Being stopped at the long light, I had a chance to scope him out, from the glow of the street light, I could easily see the outline of the guy's meat, he had to have literally shoved it down the pant leg of those tight jeans. I looked him over and the light changed, in a fleeting chance I pulled the car around the corner against the traffic, my hormones had taken over, I screeched to a stop in front of this guy. Damn he was even better built up close. He sauntered over to car, and leaned into the open window on the passenger side, I could see his flaccid meat almost twitching with excitement."
"He introduced himself as Carlos. I asked him where does a good looking woman have to go for a good drink around here. So... he took me into the bar."
"That place was gross. Oh god, Anita there was a foul smell filtering in from somewhere in the back of the building. A mixture of odors that was so horrid, it almost made me puke. I walked up to the bar, noticing all the old decrepit men staring at me with there tongues waging and their eye's bulging out. I ordered a shot of Tequila and downed it with no facial expression. Looked at Carlos' face full of shock and excitement, ordered two more shots, downed them, looked back at Carlos and said, `"Your place or Mine stud?"'
"We left the bar with all the Mexican's screaming out there cat calls of excitement. I was very glad to get out of there. We got into the car and Carlos was all over me with one hand into the front of my blouse and the other up my skirt, I pushed him away and said "'hey relax stud, tonight you are gonna have the thrill of a lifetime, but lets get to my place first."' Looking across the street I realized that I was not in a good part of town, three wino's were asleep in the doorway, a fight had broke out down the street and a gun was fired. I spun the car around screeching the tires again and got the hell out of there." Sitting in the closeness of the car I could smell that Carlos didn't have a very good personal hygiene practice, hell Anita, he stunk like he hadn't bathed in a week. I decide when I got home that we would take a shower together, at least he would be clean. In the shower I noticed more than a dozen scars from knives and possible gun shots. I knew I had to go threw with it, or he would have beaten the hell out of me, or worse."
"After we got done, I told him that this was only a one night stand, and that it didn't mean anything. He said he understood but I wasn't paying too much attention to him, I guess he was looking at my picture on the dresser that I gave to Paul and had written "'To Paul, with my undying love." I called him a cab, paid for it and he was gone. I didn't hear from him again until yesterday afternoon. He called me, I could tell he was drunk, and said he would be over shortly, I told him I was on my way out the door, but he ordered me to be waiting for him if I knew what was good for me. He also threatened to tell "the Gringo Paul" about us. I was so scared. When he finally got there, I thought I would get him drinking some more and maybe he would pass out. I thought that once he had passed out, I'd call the police and report him as a burglar. I leaned over to get some Tequila out of the bar, that's when he...." Doreen starts to cry again.
"That's O.K. Doreen," Dr. Yuri comforts her, "you don't have to continue."
"No! Damn it! I do," Doreen exclaims, "He did actually rape me. I was so scared, he was threatening me and telling me that I really enjoyed it like this, I didn't even really know what I was doing until I heard a gun shot, then noticed that I was holding the pistol I store in the bar."
"Looking back at this whole experience, I have to ask myself if it was love, or domination of Paul that got me in this mess. I guess I really didn't love him, and I really don't love him now, but I was so scared of being alone that I figured if I was pregnant, he would come back to me. We did get back together a week later, but it just wasn't the same as it was before the fight."
"Well, Doreen," Anita starts after a bit of silence, "Seems to me that there are several things you need to do, but first, you need to rest and tomorrow we will see about the test you asked about."
"Oh no, Anita," Doreen stops her Dr., "right now I have to call and make an apology to Paul and to his friend Tom for being such a bitch to them both earlier this morning." Doreen starts to cry again. "Please Anita, stay with me as I call them?"
"O.K. Doreen," Anita says, "lets make the call."
Sitting around the Dinning room table the four men still laughing at the entrance of Ike and Bill. The mood was jolly and relaxed, full of camaraderie and glee. Tom's face still shown a bit of embracement for the event, but he was able to join in with the laughter.
"I must say," Bill begins, "I know what it feels like but if we were ever caught like that I don't know if I could show my face to the one's who caught us doing it?" The room fills with laughter.
"Well," Tom starts, "maybe one day you will know what it feel's like!" The three men burst into laughter as Ike's face gets a bit sheepish as he imagined being caught with his pants down and his lovers face buried inside.
"Let's move into the living room," Tom say's as he gets up from the table.
"Ah yes," Ike says as he give's his son a tender pat on the face, "the scene of the proverbial crime." Laughter again fills the room. Entering the living room the phone rings.
"I'll get it." Tom says giggling as he walks over and pick's up the phone. "Hello." Suddenly his face is serious, Paul walks over to Tom and puts his arm around his free arm.
"Who is it?" Paul whispers.
Everyone is attentive to the one sided conversation, All anyone can hear from the call is Tom saying, "yea, uh-huh, uh-huh, well... thank you, just a minute I'll ask." Tom takes the phone away from his ear, covers the mouth piece of the phone and with total shock in his face looking at Tom, "You won't believe who is on the phone."
"Who?" Toml is filled with curiosity over Paul's cryptic attitude.
"It's Doreen," Tom said, "and she just apologized to me for the way she acted this morning, and want's to talk to you too!"
Paul takes the phone from Tom's hand, "Hello," all eye's are glued to Tom on the phone. "What! Are you feeling alright lady? Are you sure? O.K. yeah I can be there tomorrow, what time? Eleven o'clock in the morning, well, Paul will be at work, but I can make it, is that O.K? Alright, see you then, and thanks Dor, I know it took alot to do this, Good Night." Tom hangs up the phone with a look of total disbelief on his face. "She say's she has something to tell us both and she wants us to be at the Hospital tomorrow at Eleven o'clock." Looking over at Paul, "can you miss another morning of work?"
"Oh gee," Paul says sarcastically, "I don't know, after all, I am a boss." Paul gooses Tom in the ass as Bill and Ike revel in the younger mens affection to each other.
"Well guys," Paul starts, "how `bout a drink, anybody interested?"
"I'll just have some coffee." Ike said, looking over to his lover and smiling to each other.
"Me too." Bill says with a smile to his lover.
"So who is Doreen?" Bill asks, "not that it is any of my business." Ike gives his lover an elbow to the side. "Now settle down old man, you're as curious as I am." Looking onto the younger men, "That is the plague of the old queens, gossip and spying on young lovers having sex!" Raucous laughter breaks out in the house.
"That's O.K. Ike," Paul say's, "Doreen is my ex-fiance. She is in the hospital, pregnant, and recovering from being raped yesterday. Now, she confesses that the baby may not be mine after all." Tom looks over to his lover with a look of surprise on his face.
"You're kidding!" Tom screams, "she actually said that to you?"
"Yes she did. And now," Paul continues, "we need to decide if we are serious about adopting the baby even if it isn't mine but it turns out to be Carlos' child."
Completely relaxed in the atmosphere of the evening, Bill squeals with queenly glee, "Oh! This sounds like the beginning of a juicy soap opera!"
"Oh Bill!" Ike says with total disgust on his comment. Smirking slyly with Paul standing in front of him with a serving tray of cups filled with Coffee. As he reaches for his cup he feels the unmistakable twinge of pain emanating from his side, reaching for a cup, his hand starts to shake, grabbing his side, loosing control of his cup, dropping it on the floor, doubling over in pain, collapsing onto the coffee table with Bill screaming in horror, as the coffee table breaks under the weight of Ike falling onto it. Bill kneeling over Ike with Tom and Paul standing over them in total disbelief.
Bill looks up and screams at them, "Would one of you mind calling a fucking Ambulance!!!"
With the unmistakeable sound of the sirens roaring Ike can hear the muffled sounds of Bill sobbing. "Oh God, Please don't let him die!" Bill prays amidst sobs. Ike musters up enough strength to squeeze Bill's hand and slowly drifts off into unconsciousness.