We arrived at William's home. I was impressed with the natural beauty of his yard. He had a beautiful garden along the outer edges. There were flowering bushes creating a natural barrier, with smaller flowers in front of them. It was like a floral sea of blues, pale pink, and white. When the wind blew ruffling the flowers, it reminded me of the morning waves crashing on the shores of New England. I still can't believe that it has been years since I last saw the sun rise over the ocean, if I close my eyes, I can still hear the waves. William looked a little concerned, "Are you alright?" I smile and shake the memory from my head as a "Hm!" escaped. "I'm fine, just a beautiful memory, brought back to mind by your lovely garden." He almost smiled.
As he reached for the door, it opened to reveal Grell Sutcliff in a nurse costume?! "Oh Willie! I was so worried about you. Come here and let me take a good look at you." He grabbed poor William and nearly had him stripped completely... in less than 30 seconds?! William had managed to get away from him before losing his boxers. I laughed, he still had his tie on too. Both men glared at me. Grell's voice dripped with venom, "What is She doing here Will?" William pulled together what dignity he had left, stood tall and replied, "She is here as my guest, and she will be treated with courtesy and respect." Grell could see the irritation in his eyes and shrank away from his superior. "I'll just wait for you in the bed room." Grell went off.
Out of courtesy, I averted my eyes from William's very nearly naked form. Still trying to stifle a chuckle, as his current predicament reminded me of another time, long ago with a dear friend long-lost. He really is a handsome man. I thought as William pulled what was left of his pants back on. He turned to me, and said as he held out his hand for me, "Let me take you to my guest room." I smiled, my eyes were dancing with laughter in them. He looked puzzled, and a little annoyed. "I apologize, I can't help it, you look so damn adorable. You remind me of a male friend who was a stripper. The one time that he asked me to come and review one of his shows, he was stripped by some women who were in the audience. Long story extremely short, the way you look now reminds me of my poor friend back then. When it was all said and done, we laughed so much, we cried. He was killed weeks later in a collision, involving a group of teens driving under the influence of alcohol and other drugs."
William stood there, stunned by my candid recount of a dear friend now lost. He said softly, "Your friends are lucky to have a friend like you to remember them so long after they're gone from this world." I looked at him carefully, I could see that he was struggling with his own past. "You really remind me of my best friend. I would be happy if I could call you my friend too. After all, what is a life worth if we have no one to share it with? What do you say?" He pushed his glasses back into place. "I find it hard to believe that he was only your friend." I started to laugh. "Whether you believe it or not. That's all we were! You see he was into men! I never really had a chance with him. I guess you could say that I was his cover for his parents and pastor, I was honestly surprised that they didn't catch on. We were never affectionate to each other, yet everyone wanted to believe we were. He died with his family, friends and church never knowing the truth." He swallowed what I said down, and remained quiet as he brought me to his guest room.
When he opened the door there was Grell drunk and laying straddled across the bed playing with various sex toys! "Finally! I was getting bored waiting for you, so I decided to start without you." He looked over at me, he had the look of a man who got caught masturbating by his mother. I couldn't help but to smile. He looked at William, then back to me. "You want to play too? We could have a ménage à trois?" I busted up laughing, "I'm sorry, but I'm not drunk enough to do that?" I turned to William and said, "Actually, Your couch is good enough for me. I'll just crash there." William grabbed me by my hand and said, "NO!" I blinked a couple of times, I couldn't believe that he just manhandled me like that! I was just about to tell him that, 'I'm not your bitch.' He insisted, "Please! Stay in my room. I will take the guest room tonight." I didn't know what to say to his request. I just nodded. Grell was angry, "Why are you letting her sleep in your bed?" Then he pouted, "You never let me sleep with you in your bed." William simply stated, "There's a reason for that!"
He opened the door to his bedroom and let me inside. I looked around taking it all in. I wanted to remember it, as Grell made sure to point out that it is not open to just anyone. William simply requested, "Please don't touch anything. This is my room, and I have it exactly the way I want it. I would also appreciate it if you do not rummage through my closet. My work clothes are all pressed and ready for me to wear to work. I would hate for them to get wrinkled." I nodded, "Look with your eyes, not your hands." I said like an automated recording. I always pressed that matter with my children, although I don't think that they ever absorbed it. He nodded, turned to his closet and removed a suit for the morning. He went to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and socks. I looked at him and asked, "Are you planning to wear that tie tomorrow?" He looked puzzled for a moment, looked down at his still shirtless chest, the tie was still around his neck. He didn't pull out a clean tie. I laughed and he did too.
After he grabbed a clean tie from his closet, he left me alone in his room. I noticed that he sleeps on the right side of the bed, as the pillow showed the impression of someone's head there. In light of my discovery, I decided to sleep on the left side of the bed. Before climbing into bed I took a shower, no need to bring the filth of the past few days into his bed. The hot water pulsing down on my aching shoulders was just what I needed right then. I used some of his body wash to help get the filth off. I let the water run down me like a cleansing rain. I didn't hear the knock on the bedroom door. William, thinking that I had fallen asleep already entered the room to find that I wasn't in bed. He heard the shower on in the bathroom and knocked lightly on the door. I didn't answer, he knocked once more. When I still didn't answer, he opened the door to ask me if I were alright. What he saw was me drying my hair with the towel. He tried to back out of the bathroom, but wound up tripping over his sink rug.
I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, and went to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. He glared at me and said, "I told you not to touch anything." Looking at him, and making sure that his left arm was okay. I apologized to him. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just realized that I hadn't showered in a few days. I didn't want to bring that filth into your bed. After all, you were so kind to let me sleep in it. I thought that you might over look this little incursion. I'm sorry." He felt like an ass. "No, I'm the one who needs to apologize to you. I forgot that you haven't had a chance to wash yourself." At that moment he also realized that I have no other clothes either. I saw the light bulb click on in his eyes and pulled out a line I heard in a great family movie called 'Despicable Me'. "Light bulb!" He was confused with what I said. I just laughed. His eyes softened and he smiled.
I helped him up from the floor. He was only in his shorts, his hair was a mess. I could tell that Grell had worked him over real good. I chuckled, and he blushed. "Did you forget something?" I asked playfully. He got very serious, "Yes! I realized that I hate sleeping with him." I laughed. "Do you really want to fuck with his head?" He raised his right eyebrow, "I'm listening." I continued, "First I need to borrow one of your T-shirts and a clean pair of boxers. Then you sleep in here and I'll sleep in the other room with him, when he wakes up... He's going to wonder what the fuck happened? We'll just play it off that he was just so messed up that he took me to bed instead. He should be busy the rest of the week wondering if he turned straight." William busted up laughing. Never has he had a friend like me willing to help him prank his P.I.T.A. (Pain In The Ass)
He gave me what I requested and asked, "Are you sure that you're okay with doing this? I mean Grell can be a handful, even in his sleep." I smiled and said, "I'm sure that I can handle him. Besides, it would make it even more believable if I have to wake him up to leave me alone." He shook his head saying, "You really are a wicked woman when you want to be." I smiled and replied, "I know! That's what makes me so nice to have as a friend!" I pulled the shirt and shorts on, after going over what happened between him and Grell. I crept quietly into the guest room bed with Grell. Just before dawn, Grell reached over and pulled me into his embrace. I woke up and jabbed him in his ribs saying, "That's enough already We did it like six times already, my hole hurts." I wished that I had a camera. The look on his face was priceless! Grell stammered, "But, But, I was with William. We had a wonderful night of hot passionate sex!" I slapped him. "In your dreams maybe, but you certainly weren't calling out his name last night!" Grell ran out of the room crying. William was already dressed and ready to go to work. Grell pleaded with him to admit that he was the one to have sex with him. William looked at him and said, "I have no idea what you are talking about. I slept in my own bed last night."
William borrowed an outfit from one of the girls in acquisitions for me to wear, until he could help me get my own. Grell was baffled, had he really gone straight? We was beside himself the rest of the day, trying to figure it out, and didn't cause any problems for William. It was a good day!