Route 66 Tour

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Route 66 Tour Chapter 5

A.J. and I arrived at Laura's house right on the button at 5:30. I've always hated to be late to anything and was glad A.J. felt the same. There is just no excuse for not being on time unless it's not your fault. and then there had better be a damn good excuse.

Years ago I had a friend who couldn't ever be anywhere on time. If we were due somewhere at 6:30, I told him 5:30. He would get dressed, then fuss around about how he looked, change clothes at least twice and then end up wearing what he put on to begin with. If we were lucky we might only be 15 minutes late. Needless to say I finally got tired of it and the next time he wanted to come spend a few days, it wasn't convenient for me to have company. End of a friendship, which really wasn't there to begin with. My house was just a place to stay en route to his next victim.

Laura opened the door, looking like she had just stepped out of Saks window. She had style and selected her clothes with loving care. It showed, too.

She gave A.J. a big hug and kissed him on his cheek. "Yummm. you smell good, she said."

"It's some Aramis Cologne that David has with him," he said.

"You need to get a bottle of that, it smells good on you."

She grabbed me in a hug and gave me a kiss, too. "And. you smell good, too. I know the cologne, it's the Givenchy, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't you both look great. I really appreciate the fact that you both wore suits. It just makes me feel all the more special when I go out with the two of you.

A.J. took both coats and hung them in the entry closet. We headed for the living room and Laura told A.J. that she had already filled the ice bucket.

"I assume everyone wants their usual drink," he said.

"That's fine for me," and Laura echoed her choice.

We each had our drinks in hand and raised them to say, "Cheers", which we did. Then Laura said, "Here's to the two of you. May things work out for the best for you both."

I thanked her, as did A.J.

She asked about our day and I told her we had gone to the Myriad Gardens and then to Aubelo's for lunch, then wandered around Bricktown. I was glad that A.J. didn't tell of our foray to the tattoo parlor for the piercing, but really doubt if that would have bothered Laura. She would probably have insisted on seeing them.

"When do you have to go home, David?" Laura asked.

"I need to go back sometime tomorrow, certainly I need to be home by mid-afternoon. I need to pay the rent, write a few checks for bills and I have a rehearsal at 7 o'clock."

"I don't like to talk about money, but we're going to have to and I guess now is as good of a time as any. Please don't be offended at some of the questions I feel I need to ask, but it will give me an overall picture and help me make some decisions about your relationship with A.J."

I wasn't sure I really wanted to talk about this. She probably was going to find out that I wasn't "well-fixed" and tell me to get out of A.J.'s life. If that is what might happen, then it's better now than somewhere down the line.

"The best place to start is with your employment history, so just give me the high points so I'll know what you've done and what's going on now.

"How far back do you want me to go? Paper route in grade school?"

"Yes, I guess that wouldn't hurt."

Well, I didn't have anything to hide.

"I started delivering an evening and Sunday paper when I was in the 5th grade. My Dad took me on my route on Sunday morning, as the paper was quite large. He drove up and down the streets, folding the papers while I walked and threw them on the porches. Sometimes he was available to help me in bad weather when it was snowing or raining hard.

"After the end of the seventh grade, I worked for a department store after school, on Saturdays and in the summer. I had that job until after I graduated from high school. I cleaned, swept the floors and learned how to wait on customers.

"That fall I enrolled in Business College and finished their accounting course in a year and a half, which was about 6 months sooner than most took. I worked for a shoe store while going to Business College.

"I worked for a paint and wallpaper company for about 3 years, getting fired because they reassigned our store to a different region and the new manager didn't think our store was doing as well as it should.

"Then I worked for a couple of years for an automotive parts company as their Chief Accountant. The company was going to be sold and I had an opportunity to take a really good job with a manufacturing company.

"I worked for them as CFO for about 12 years. The company was sold to a man who bought it only to run it in the ground and use it for a tax write-off.

"After that I worked for Boeing for 10 years, taking a layoff instead of a transfer to Seattle.

"I was writing some custom financial software and had a small computer company. A man wanted to buy me out, so I sold the company. He didn't last six months because he wouldn't give customers the personal service they were used to.

"The last job I had, the company was having financial problems due to mismanagement and I was offered an early buy- out. It wasn't worth much money, but I thought it would be better than going down with the ship. They were closed within six months after that because they lost their franchise.

"I worked a secretary-treasurer/office manager for an organization I belonged to for 3 years and chose not to continue. There were people on the board who had no business being there and we just didn't get along with each other.

"Then I had a chance to move to Tulsa, to take a job that didn't exist and that's where I am now. Not much income, just enough to pay bills, but I love living there. I made a little money on the sale of my house and furniture, but I also paid off almost $100 thousand worth of medical bills for my late partner who shared my life for 33 years.

"Nothing glamorous, but honest work."

It was quiet for a little bit. I hadn't told A.J. very much about my past life as it hadn't come up, although I had no reason to hold anything back.

"That's most impressive. Especially paying off medical bills for your friend," Laura said.

"I had conflicting advice about that. One attorney told me that I was under no obligation to do so, but the one I really trusted said that if his creditors decided that there were assets in his estate that were hidden, they might be able to get a judgment. Although everything was in both names, one never knows what might happen," I said.

"Yes, I understand that it's a very gray area of the law. You aren't recognized as being married, but they sure want to treat you that way when money is involved, don't they?" Laura asked.

"That's right. I guess I was lucky he didn't have any family left. No telling what could have happened there."

"Since we're being frank about all this, let me tell you a little about our family. My husband, A.J.'s grandfather, was an attorney - and a good one. He was in line to become a District Judge when he died, just three weeks after A.J. was born. A.J.'s father was just starting his appliance business and we had advanced him the seed money to start it up. My husband set the venture up as a family-owned corporation and to begin with, he and I owned all the stock. To this day, I'm still majority stockholder with about 55% of the stock.

"Two of my husband's friends have helped Jim, that's my son, by giving him very good advice and guidance. I'm really not sure he could have made it grow into a small empire if it wasn't for their help. A.J.'s sisters have all married and two of the husbands are in business with Jim. The other is a financial advisor and has done very well for himself. All three of the men and my son, too, are either at the office, on the golf course or at a cocktail party. Literally workaholics. Jim has tried to get A.J. to join the family business, but he's not interested in the way they do business because they really don't know how to enjoy life.

"This is something that we are going to have to face because I am going to have to rewrite my will. A.J. will get the majority of my estate, but we have to face the fact that if he becomes majority stockholder of the company, there could be problems."

I agreed. A.J. was listening like he was hearing something new, and maybe he was. I'd have to ask him about that. But this was a time for honesty and we were laying our cards on the table.

By this time our drinks were empty and A.J. got up to refresh them, washing the glasses before refilling them.

Laura continued. "I want to meet with my attorney and the two men who have given Jim such good advice in running his company. My consideration right now is about the two of you and what I can do to help you both financially if you decide to become committed to each other - and I hope you do.

"A.J.'s money is largely in a trust fund of which he will gain control in another 4 months. He gets a small salary from the company as a 'consultant' and this is a sore point with his brothers-in-law. I don't know why they should complain because it's not enough to affect their salaries in any way. It was done to give him living expenses while attending college.

"I know that both of you are used to a good lifestyle and there is no reason for you to have to live otherwise since the money is here and will eventually become his anyway. It's just a matter of figuring out how to accomplish this without causing problems in the family. I can take care of my son, but it's the other three buzzards who are greedy."

I was sitting there having a hard time believing what I was hearing. She not only was approving of our "marriage" but was willing to give her grandson a "dowry", too? This had been a wild week and I had a feeling it was just getting started.

"Grandmother, I knew there was a trust fund, but I've never seen a dime of it. What gives?"

"There were trust funds set up for each of the four of you and part of the profit from the company is diverted to them each year. We made no provision for any income from them as your parents had a good income and I certainly could help out if there were any financial problems. The funds are evenly matched and were set up so you would each receive full control over them when the youngest child, Lorraine, reached 23 years old. That's in another four months. Each of you will receive the principal and I hope you will be able to live on the interest. You should, because at the end of last year, each trust fund was worth a little over $5 million."

I think A.J. was stunned at that point. I know that I was.

"I had no idea. I figured it might be a few thousand. maybe a hundred thousand or so," A.J. said.

"This is where the two men who have helped your father came in. They were the trustees for those trust funds and were able to make good investments during all the years. You have them to thank for the growth and your father to thank for the income the business has had over the years."

"This is complicated, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, and it may get even more so as I decide about my money and how, or if, it's to be divided. We have set up trust funds for each of my great-grand children, although I've funded most of that myself up to this point. Since the other trust funds mature this year, I am sure that the money, which was going into them, will now divert to the great-grand children's funds. That's the way they were set up, if I recall."

Laura looked at her watch. "It's time that we got ready to go to dinner. Our reservations are for 20 minutes from now and we'll be right on time."

I took the empty glasses to the kitchen and ducked into the bathroom to pee and wash my face and hands. A.J. came in without knocking and wrapped his arms around me as I was standing at the sink. He nuzzled my neck and gave me a kiss behind my left ear. I turned and we exchanged a passionate kiss.

"Eewweee. Your mouth tastes like gin." he grinned.

"Wonder why?" I answered, giving his new ring a slight tug.

"Absolutely no idea," he said.

I replied, "I think we were drinking Beefeaters - not Absolute," breaking up in laughter.

"Smart ass. I love you," he said. "I've got to pee, so why don't you get the coats out of the closet and we'll be ready to go when I get back."

I opened the door and stepped into the hall and walked to living room smiling.

Laura had a big smile on her face. "You guys are just as bad about going to the bathroom together as you accuse us women of doing."

I laughed. "Guess you caught us there," I said as I got my coat and put it on, and then was holding A.J.'s for him as he came into the living room.

"Wha. what's so funny?" he asked.

"I just told David that you guys always seem to think women always have to go to the bathroom in groups and I was pointing out that you two are just as bad."

"Grandmother! I'm wounded," he laughed and we joined him.

We got in the car and started for Tiffin's Bistro and were there within 10 minutes. As we were seated at our table, I discovered we had a beautiful view of Lake Hefner. It wasn't a large lake, but there were numerous small boats on the water. It made me think we were on a bay somewhere on the east coast.

A very good-looking man, probably in his late 20's was our waiter. As he presented menus, he asked for our drink orders. Laura gave her order for Beefeaters and we told him the same.

"I wish all patrons were as easy to please with drinks as you are. It's my choice, also," he said as he left to go to the bar.

The menu was simple and I decided right away on the stuffed pork chops, with grilled vegetables, mushroom bisque and a salad with the house dressing, which would be served after the entree.

A.J. decided on the filet mignon with the vegetables, soup and salad and Laura repeated except with stuffed chicken breasts for her entree. A.J. ordered a nice bottle of Merlot. That decided, we returned to our drinks and enjoying the company of the others at the table.

I was thankful that our waiter didn't try to rush us and didn't ask permission to serve the soup until after our drinks were empty. That was a plus for him in my book and automatically increased his tip. if I had a chance to pick up the tab. I knew I wouldn't and it didn't bother me. We had laid our cards on the table as far as finances were concerned and there was no need for anyone to try to impress the others. From what I could figure, I was considered as family already, at least as far as Laura and A.J. were concerned.

The parents probably wouldn't be a problem, although I hadn't met them. They weren't due home from Europe for a couple of days. The brothers-in-law and A.J.'s sisters might be problems, but that was only where Laura and A.J. were concerned, not me. True, they might put up a fuss, but what would be gained by it? As I read the cards, if they were accepting, they would probably end up with a tidy sum of money in addition to the trust funds already provided. If they decided to cross Laura, she would probably get even with them and leave her company stock to A.J. and he would have control of the business.

I was glad that I'd come from a family who didn't have much when I was growing up. My lover and I had done well on our own, amassing a nice collection of art objects, but there wasn't any money unless I liquidated everything. Social Security and retirement plans didn't kick in for me for another 2 years and a few months.

Laura and A.J. had been talking to each other as I sat amid my thoughts and it wasn't until A.J. pushed his shoe against my ankle that I came back to the present. I realized that the waiter had returned to the table to bring a basket of rolls and take our drink glasses.

The soup was served and was delicious. I don't know how to describe it, other than it was creamy and was full of mushrooms and onions.

Laura commented on the soup. "I'd like to know how they make this."

"I would guess that the onions and mushrooms have been sauteed in butter and the bisque is made from beef stock and cream. Whatever the chef did, it's wonderful."

"You sound like you know your way around the kitchen," Laura said. Maybe we can put you on the payroll as our Chef," she laughed.

A.J. was sitting there with a big grin on his face. "I've had a few things that David has fixed and he has good ideas in the kitchen."

I was sitting there thinking, '. and I have good ideas in the bedroom, too, but we can't talk about that until later.'

The soup plates were removed and the entree arrived. Each plate was beautiful and well presented. I love grilled vegetables and these had been left in large pieces, but were evenly cooked. I assumed they had been blanched, and then sauteed just before serving. I was sure our waiter would gladly answer that question for us. He certainly was giving A.J. plenty of attention. I wondered if he had figured out all of our relationships to the others.

The rolls were a real treat. Hard crusts with a soft inside. Almost like sourdough. The wine A.J. picked certainly went well with my pork chops and should have complimented the other dishes, too.

We continued with small talk as we ate, commenting on the food and the week ahead of each of us.

"David, is it okay if I come to your place to stay for a few days later in the week? I want to look around on both the Tulsa University campus and the University of Oklahoma campus and see what might be available for me to get a teaching certificate."

"Sure, I've got a rehearsal to attend tomorrow night, but nothing pressing the rest of the week."

"Are you going to look for a house to live in, or maybe a condo?" Laura asked me.

"I don't know right now. A lot is going to depend on where A.J. ends up going to school or what he's going to do. Since we both are hoping to be together there is no need to do anything right now until we know where we're going to be."

"You are right about that," she said. "I know you mentioned the other day about finding a larger place to live at a later time."

"My apartment is small for just me, but it works for right now. Certainly it is not large enough for both of us to live in."

"You can say that again, there aren't any extra spaces there at all. I've never see a 'walk-in' closet that you couldn't walk in before," he chuckled.

I laughed. "You've got that right and I rent storage space for some other furniture and things which I don't need right now, but didn't want to sell when I moved. Laura, did A.J. tell you about how filled up my living and dining rooms are?"

"Yes, and I think it's remarkable you've made it work."

"It wasn't easy. There were things I moved to Tulsa, and then took back to put in the estate sale. It wasn't that I didn't want them, there just wasn't room and I didn't want to store them."

By this time, we were finished with our entree and the plates were removed. The salad was served shortly and our waiter asked if we would like coffee. A few minutes after the coffee was served, the dessert cart arrived at the table. This was going to be a real problem as there were 14 selections on the cart. I immediately eliminated the three chocolate items and that still left a large selection. I finally decided on a yellow cake, which was delicious. A.J. took a slice of raspberry flan and Laura opted for custard garnished with crushed blueberries. They all looked good and my choice certainly was.

After a second cup of coffee, the bill was presented and Laura signaled the waiter she was to get the check. It was taken care of with a MasterCard and we were ready to leave. It had been a very pleasant evening in a very nice restaurant. Our waiter was attentive without being in the way.

A.J. drove back to Laura's house and all three of us were quiet until we turned down the cul-de-sac where she lived. As A.J. stopped the car, I got out to open the passenger side front door for Laura. He came around to escort her into the house. She gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. "Don't worry about anything," she said. "This will work out for both of you."

"Thanks, Laura. Have a good night." I got back in the car as A.J. took her into her house. He was back outside and in the car in about three minutes.

We drove off down the street.

"That was certainly a very pleasant, but different evening wasn't it, Hon?" he asked me.

"Well, nothing like hanging all your dirty laundry out for everyone to admire," I laughed.

"I had absolutely no idea about my trust fund. I knew it was there, but didn't realize that I was set for life and that's certainly what it looks like to me," A.J. replied.

"You are one very lucky young man. Your grandparents loved all four of you children and their great-grand children, too."

"Yeah, I never realized just how much. I know that grandmother really looked out for me. I can't imagine what kind of a mess I might have turned out to be without her guidance and all the trips she took me on. She certainly saw to it that I was exposed to art and history."

"It's too bad that your nieces and nephews can't be exposed, also. She could do a lot of good for them. Kind of like "Auntie Mame" but not as wild," I laughed.

"My sisters have taken my mothers example. You know, designer labels for the kids play clothes, the right pre- school and so on. They can't speak in coherent sentences, but they certainly know if their clothes came from Old Navy or K-Mart. They are going to turn out to be total messes and there isn't anything I can do about it. Snooty little house apes are what they are. They never see their fathers because they are never around, just like my father was never home - or my mother. We had a live-in domestic who cleaned house, cooked and did laundry in addition to picking us up from school and seeing to it that we were at the activities we were involved in." A.J. was getting a little riled up.

"Hey, I know how you feel about all this and there isn't anything you can do about it. Just be glad that you turned out to be a wonderful sensitive and smart man like you are. Look out for A.J. because he's number one in my books. That's why I love you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to unload. It's just that it's a form of child abuse to raise children as they are doing, just as if the kids were being beaten.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to see if I can get you pregnant so we can have a child to raise properly and show them how it's to be done."

It started as a snicker and then developed into a full- scale hearty laugh for both of us.

"I'm ready to go home and try right now." A.J. was still laughing, as was I.

By this time we were turning into the driveway and the door started up as we rounded the corner at the back of the house.

It was just 9 p.m., although dark outside.

"How about a nude swim?" A.J. asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Thought you would never ask. It's a beautiful evening to be in the pool, the water should feel good."

We went in the house, shutting the garage door and locking the inside entrance behind us. A.J. put his arm around me, pulling me around for a kiss, which turned out to be one of his famous "toe-tinglers".

"Are you going to marry me?" he asked. "It's what I

want to happen," he said. Another kiss.

"Well, if kisses like that are part of the benefits,

then yes," I teased.

"Oh, believe me, those are just part of the benefits. Would you like to see a menu or shall I present a sample plate for your choices?"

"You are such an Imp. I don't know if I love you for your personality, your sexy body or the fact that you are a great lay. It's such a hard decision," I said as I kissed him, trying to do the same for him as he'd just done for me.

"I'll show you a hard decision," he said, taking my hand and guiding it to his crotch and using his other to feel my hard dick. "Let's go get naakid," he said, drawing out the mispronounced word.

Believe me, I was ready.

We did manage to go upstairs and hang up our suits without any further play, however, as soon as I started to unbutton my shirt he said, "Wait, let's undress each other. That's the best game we know."

"Oh, yeah? I thought yesterday it was 'hide the sausage'.

The sparkle in his eyes indicated what I thought was coming. I was right. In a 'little boy voice' I heard, "Daddy, can't I have a very favorite game every day? Please, Daddy?"

I loved this, so in a deep voice I said, "Well, son, what's going to be your favorite game tomorrow?"

The little boy voice again. "Well Daddy, maybe we can play 'hide your sausage'."

I wasn't expecting this and laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. I was about to decide that the "daddy-little boy" routine was my favorite game. God, I loved this guy.

Back to undressing each other, spending more time kissing than taking the other's clothes off. Of course both dicks were sticking out the flies of our boxers and they got as much attention as the clothes that were being cast off. Somehow I knew that we were not going to go play in the swimming pool. It didn't make any difference. My man was here. He wanted me and I wanted him and the bed was right behind us.

(to be continued)

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