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."What's this all about?" Richard asked.The pilot shrugged."Instructions from the flight tower," hesaid, and opened the door.Craig was on the other side."Craig?" Richard queried.The word asked a lot."Captain, will you excuse us for a minute?" Craig asked.The pilot returned to the cockpit, and Craig motionedRichard out onto the top of the stairway for more privacy."Christopher called from the hotel," Craig said.Chillsdanced Richard's spine.The sound of Christopher's namereleased the usual flood of emotions."What does that have to do with me?" Richard managed."Christopher doesn't want you to leave," Craig said.Heflashed an I-told-you-so smile, but Richard didn't believe him.263 Tusksby William Maltese"Why didn't he tell me himself?" Richard asked.Richardhad just faced up to his loss, and now this.It wasn't fair!"He plans to tell you himself," Craig said."He'll be here infifteen minutes if he drives as fast as I expect.I won't holdthe plane, so whether or not you leave on it is your decision.At least, you're aware of your alternative."It was hope where there, before, had been none.Onlymore pain and heartbreak, though, probably loomed ahead,and Richard had suffered enough.If Christopher wantedRichard to stay, he would have said something before now."His Land Rover broke down early this morning," Craigsaid."He was out driving at the time without my knowing, ofcourse," he added.Richard knew the significance and dangerof that.Already Christopher had forgotten the lesson learnedby the wounding of Paul Spencer."He had to walk back to thehotel.We were all gone by the time he got back."Richard shook his head.He wanted to believe, but hecouldn't.Things didn't happen this way in real life."He sounded sincere," Craig judged.He checked his watch."We should let these people get on their way.""My suitcase?" Richard said.He was stalling.His bag wasthe least of his worries.There was the prospect of additionalheartache to consider.Clean separations between peoplewere the best ones but that wasn't true, either.He'd leftLionspride sixteen years before without goodbyes, and he'dregretted it ever since."Your bag can be flown back, no problem," Craig saidpredictably.264 Tusksby William Maltese"Let me tell Roger I'm staying," Richard said.It was theonly decision he could make.Even the merest flicker of hopehad to be fanned."It's the right decision, Richard," Craig assured.Right or wrong, Richard had made it."So," Roger asked when Richard reached him, "which oneis it?" Richard pretended not to understand."Captain Sylo, orVan Hoon?" Roger asked with a laugh.Richard blushed, but said, "Christopher." What else couldhe say? He didn't have the time for feeble excuses, and hecouldn't leave without giving some reason."Good!" Roger said, pleased."I wouldn't have said thisbefore, but he's the better man richer, too.Don't forget yourpoor camera crew when you make out the weddinginvitations.""It isn't even close to any wedding!" Richard said.Hisexpectations no longer matched the silly fantasies shared byRoger, Tim, and Jill."I don't believe that," Roger said.Richard wished forRoger's insight and confidence."Believe it," Richard told him, knowing time was runningout."I'll call.""Should we wait for you in Salisbury?""No," Richard said."Go through to Seattle and oversee theediting, will you? I'll fix things with the boss myself.I havesome holiday time coming to me anyway.""And the angle for the piece?" Roger asked.He wasenjoying himself."It's one thing to do a hatchet job onChristopher Van Hoon," he explained, "but quite another to do265 Tusksby William Malteseone on your one true love.Why don't we hold off on editinguntil you decide? We've enough shows in the can to start thenew season.We can wait on this one.""I'll call you," Richard repeated, giving Roger a quick kisson the cheek."Van Hoon is the winner, everybody!" Roger announcedloudly.Richard turned red.Everyone immediately applauded.Roger was impossible, but he was Richard's friend.Craig drove Richard to the terminal."It's better if the twoof you have time alone," he said, always the diplomat.Herejoined his soldiers.The line of vehicles headed toward GreatZimbabwe.Behind Richard, the aircraft lifted into clear Africanskies.The terminal was deserted, between planes.Richard chosea chair that faced the doorway.Minutes ticked by with noChristopher.So, maybe, Christopher wasn't coming after all;so, maybe, he'd changed his mind.Craig had mistaken whatChristopher had said over the telephone.There werenumerous excuses for the no-show, and Richard ran throughthem all.He changed his seat.Watching water never made it boilfaster, and the same principle applied here.If Christopherwasn't coming, he wasn't coming, and Richard wouldn't makehim appear by watching the roadway.He stared at the emptytarmac.Craig had said Christopher would be there in fifteenminutes.Those minutes were up.Suddenly, Christopher was there.With a jolt, Richardrealized he really wasn't expecting Christopher to actually266 Tusksby William Malteseappear.Even now, Richard didn't believe Christopher wasstanding there."I'm glad you waited," Christopher said apologetically."Ididn't know if you would."He wore faded jeans that molded his firm legs, showed theridge of his large cock, the bulge of his large balls, andhugged his slim waist [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."What's this all about?" Richard asked.The pilot shrugged."Instructions from the flight tower," hesaid, and opened the door.Craig was on the other side."Craig?" Richard queried.The word asked a lot."Captain, will you excuse us for a minute?" Craig asked.The pilot returned to the cockpit, and Craig motionedRichard out onto the top of the stairway for more privacy."Christopher called from the hotel," Craig said.Chillsdanced Richard's spine.The sound of Christopher's namereleased the usual flood of emotions."What does that have to do with me?" Richard managed."Christopher doesn't want you to leave," Craig said.Heflashed an I-told-you-so smile, but Richard didn't believe him.263 Tusksby William Maltese"Why didn't he tell me himself?" Richard asked.Richardhad just faced up to his loss, and now this.It wasn't fair!"He plans to tell you himself," Craig said."He'll be here infifteen minutes if he drives as fast as I expect.I won't holdthe plane, so whether or not you leave on it is your decision.At least, you're aware of your alternative."It was hope where there, before, had been none.Onlymore pain and heartbreak, though, probably loomed ahead,and Richard had suffered enough.If Christopher wantedRichard to stay, he would have said something before now."His Land Rover broke down early this morning," Craigsaid."He was out driving at the time without my knowing, ofcourse," he added.Richard knew the significance and dangerof that.Already Christopher had forgotten the lesson learnedby the wounding of Paul Spencer."He had to walk back to thehotel.We were all gone by the time he got back."Richard shook his head.He wanted to believe, but hecouldn't.Things didn't happen this way in real life."He sounded sincere," Craig judged.He checked his watch."We should let these people get on their way.""My suitcase?" Richard said.He was stalling.His bag wasthe least of his worries.There was the prospect of additionalheartache to consider.Clean separations between peoplewere the best ones but that wasn't true, either.He'd leftLionspride sixteen years before without goodbyes, and he'dregretted it ever since."Your bag can be flown back, no problem," Craig saidpredictably.264 Tusksby William Maltese"Let me tell Roger I'm staying," Richard said.It was theonly decision he could make.Even the merest flicker of hopehad to be fanned."It's the right decision, Richard," Craig assured.Right or wrong, Richard had made it."So," Roger asked when Richard reached him, "which oneis it?" Richard pretended not to understand."Captain Sylo, orVan Hoon?" Roger asked with a laugh.Richard blushed, but said, "Christopher." What else couldhe say? He didn't have the time for feeble excuses, and hecouldn't leave without giving some reason."Good!" Roger said, pleased."I wouldn't have said thisbefore, but he's the better man richer, too.Don't forget yourpoor camera crew when you make out the weddinginvitations.""It isn't even close to any wedding!" Richard said.Hisexpectations no longer matched the silly fantasies shared byRoger, Tim, and Jill."I don't believe that," Roger said.Richard wished forRoger's insight and confidence."Believe it," Richard told him, knowing time was runningout."I'll call.""Should we wait for you in Salisbury?""No," Richard said."Go through to Seattle and oversee theediting, will you? I'll fix things with the boss myself.I havesome holiday time coming to me anyway.""And the angle for the piece?" Roger asked.He wasenjoying himself."It's one thing to do a hatchet job onChristopher Van Hoon," he explained, "but quite another to do265 Tusksby William Malteseone on your one true love.Why don't we hold off on editinguntil you decide? We've enough shows in the can to start thenew season.We can wait on this one.""I'll call you," Richard repeated, giving Roger a quick kisson the cheek."Van Hoon is the winner, everybody!" Roger announcedloudly.Richard turned red.Everyone immediately applauded.Roger was impossible, but he was Richard's friend.Craig drove Richard to the terminal."It's better if the twoof you have time alone," he said, always the diplomat.Herejoined his soldiers.The line of vehicles headed toward GreatZimbabwe.Behind Richard, the aircraft lifted into clear Africanskies.The terminal was deserted, between planes.Richard chosea chair that faced the doorway.Minutes ticked by with noChristopher.So, maybe, Christopher wasn't coming after all;so, maybe, he'd changed his mind.Craig had mistaken whatChristopher had said over the telephone.There werenumerous excuses for the no-show, and Richard ran throughthem all.He changed his seat.Watching water never made it boilfaster, and the same principle applied here.If Christopherwasn't coming, he wasn't coming, and Richard wouldn't makehim appear by watching the roadway.He stared at the emptytarmac.Craig had said Christopher would be there in fifteenminutes.Those minutes were up.Suddenly, Christopher was there.With a jolt, Richardrealized he really wasn't expecting Christopher to actually266 Tusksby William Malteseappear.Even now, Richard didn't believe Christopher wasstanding there."I'm glad you waited," Christopher said apologetically."Ididn't know if you would."He wore faded jeans that molded his firm legs, showed theridge of his large cock, the bulge of his large balls, andhugged his slim waist [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]