This story continues my earlier saga, "Reunited - 44 Years Later." It does not explode into sexual content as did the original. Patrick must deal with wife and family, decide what he feels the future holds, and make his move. The author retains all copyrights.
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Part 1
Life has changed for Patrick. He regularly emails Robert and they talk on the phone at least once a week. The conversations are usually centered on the Robert's progress tying up loose ends on the West Coast, buying his mother's home, and helping her move to assisted living. There is talk about their future but those conversations don't focus on their future together. Yet, both tell the other they want a future together. The extent of their future depends on Patrick's marriage, divorce or sham of a marriage.
Robert has to travel back home in a couple weeks to make some of the final arrangements to move, but will still have another three to four weeks back west to tidy up the last bits of over 35 years in the Bay Area. Patrick knows he has to make a decision soon. It is at this juncture we begin.
"Robert," Patrick say in a telephone call, "I applied for divorce and it was served today. I've already set up housekeeping at the lake. There won't be much to contest because we agreed to a 50/50 split, we keep our personal assets, and joint property furniture is already split. Except for the final decree, I'm pretty much free."
"Did you tell her about us? I mean that you have decided to have me as a lover."
"I told her that you exist and we will be seeing each other. Let her figure it out. I did tell her that you were my first sex partner and she added the rest. I'm comfortable with that. When the divorce is final, I will come out openly. I hope that's okay with you because I want you in my life for a long time."
"Patrick, here's the deal," Robert seemed to have an announcement in the way he opened his next statement. "I need a Power of Attorney to help me settle things there. I want you to have my Power of Attorney."
"Wow, man, that's a lot of trust, you have that much trust? What about your sister, she's still in town." To say the least, I was shocked and surprised.
"Hell no! She is my sister but she is greedy, too. I can't trust her to look after my interests like I'm sure you will. Patrick, you are the one I want - for Power of Attorney, too."
I was excited, I heard the last comment, the pause, and understood the meaning. "Robert, I want you as well and will do all I can to satisfy you - in every way."
"So, listen Patrick, I coming back for a few days and will be flying. Can you meet me at the airport? I'll email my schedule."
"What day," I questioned, "I may have to work my teaching schedule a bit."
"No, you won't, I'll be there Friday night and will be in town for a week. I was hoping to find some place to sleep, maybe at a small cabin at a lake."
"You won't get much sleep if you're thinking this small cabin at this lake. But if you want, I guess I can squeeze you in somewhere."
"If it is a real squeeze, I'll take it." We both chuckled at that and made plans.
Robert emailed his flight information telling me we'd meet with his lawyer here to complete Power of Attorney paper work on Monday afternoon. I busied myself with shopping, cleaning, and preparing myself for Robert. The days seemed to crawl, it was Thursday afternoon, one day from Robert, one day from a loving weekend and as many days as we could spend together.
I awoke excited Friday morning, double checked flight arrivals, started putting together California stir fry ingredients for dinner after Robert arrived, and the all important anal cleansing. I decided on doing several warm water enemas followed by a couple vinegar and water douches, no fragments of anything left behind. I actually giggled at the thought of no fragments left behind. Fuck, I was getting giddy as a teen age girl.
As time to meet Robert's flight approached, I did one more arrival check. Reading the online flight data, I saw bold type, ON TIME. It was a snap to get on the freeway from the lake. New construction had caused travel time to half and it was freeway all the way to the airport. Timing was perfect, Robert stepped out onto the arrival pick up lane just as I pulled to the curb.
Very uncharacteristic of me, I embraced Robert and gave him a brief kiss. One step toward being open taken and many more to come. "Patrick, taking a dangerous step toward a new life style," Robert joked.
"No, calculated. I don't know anyone waiting for pick up and it felt safe. I couldn't restrain myself, I'm glad you're here."
"I hope you can restrain until we get to the lake," Robert chuckled. "I want a piece of you not you in pieces. Any of that weed left? I want to get loaded then get unloaded."
"Well, if there is going to be any target practice, I know where you can shot. I spent a lot of time making sure the target area was clean."
We hit the road; the freeway was pretty clear of traffic at this hour and the drive back to the lake was smooth. Jazz was playing on the satellite radio setting a mood. We talked about usual things we talked about on the phone and the lake exit pooped up as we crested the last hill. Turning off the freeway, we were less than a mile from home.
I pulled into the garage and began to busy myself collecting Robert's travel bags. In mid clutch of a bag, Robert grabbed me in an embrace that took all the wind out of sails. His kiss was passionate and needy, lustful and love filled. He made me weak in the knees, I have to make another reference to giddy as a teen age girl.
