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                     Getting what you really want 10.
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        Monday, July 18th, 1988.  "1200 Grand.  13 A.M."  That was what it
said on the letter.
        "Damnit!" I said, waking Justin up beside me.
        "What's a matter?" he said, half asleep.
        "13 A.M...13am...," I kept repeating.  It didn't make sense anyway
you put it.  I jumped out of bed, and grabbed the letter out of the suitcase.
I examined it, I held it up to the light, I was ready to send it out for
fingerprints.  That's when I happened to notice it.  Something else had been
written on it, on top of it.  Someone had written something on a sheet of
paper above this one, and the indentions were showing through.  I grabbed a
pencil, and started to rub it lightly along the paper.  That "13" was
becoming "135 Park  A.M.".
        "Justin!  Get up!" I told him.  He turned over, and I kept mentioning
the letter.  He finally got up, and within 15 minutes, we were on our way to
Park.  It was in the older section of town, and 135 Park was actually an
office building.  A government agency.  I walked inside and went to the
receptionist.
        "Who can I talk to about missing persons?"
        "Who's missing?" she asked.
        "Aron Mason."  The whole office quieted down.  A man from another
office came over, and led myself and Justin into his office.  He shut the
door behind us.
        We sat down behind his desk, and he went before us.
        "What do you know about Aron Mason?"
        "Do you know him?"
        "He works for us.  Who are you?"
        Justin came in.  "He just happens to be the best friend I've got."
        "You must be Justin Parker.  Mr. Mason told us about you."  He looked
in my direction.  "And you are...?"
        "Nicolus Tails," I told him.  He nodded like he knew exactly who I
was, and started explaining what was going on.
        "Mason told us that if you were to wind up here, to go ahead and
explain what the situation is, so feel privelaged.  I want the both of you to
know that this is classified government information, and it is not to leave
this office.  Do you understand?"
        We both nodded.
        "All right.  Aron Mason works for us in drug trafficking.  An
'underground' man."
        "A Narc," Justin said.  The man nodded.
        "If you want to call it that.  He went undercover for us, we did a
bust, and then staged a murder of him to keep him out of the public view.  If
the drug runners believed he was dead, then there was less of a chance to
worry about anything."
        "Then he's alive?"
        "He's in Boston."
        Justin looked relieved.  He looked refreshed.  He looked better than
he had in two weeks.
        The man continued.  "We've been working on this for more than three
years."
        "Can we see him?" I asked.
        He hesitated.  "He was originally going to go on the WPR program,
Witness Protection and Relocation.  He's been in court, and the people we
busted are in jail.  But he didn't want it, even though the risks are pretty
high.  He's going back to Denver tomorrow.  But I guess you can call him if
you want."
        He wrote the number down, and handed it to me.  "He's registered as
Larry Pregnall."
        He left the room, and Justin dialed the phone.  He gave the name, and
miles away, in Boston, Aron was in his hotel room.  The phone rang.
        "Hello?"
        "Aron?"
        "Sorry, this is Larry Pregnall."
        "I know it's you.  This is Justin."
        "Justin?  Justin!  Oh God, I've missed you."

        They went back and forth in conversation, I just sat back and watched
Justin talk.  I was really glad about Aron being alive.  That night, Justin
and I flew back into Stapleton International in Denver, and after dropping
Justin off at his home, I drove to my house.
        I walked in the door, and was greeted by various aromas of food.  The
dining table was complete, and I walked in and looked around.
        "Nick, you're home!" Tim greeted me.  He walked in from the hallway,
and came up to me.
        "Do you know what it's like not having a good, decent meal in two
days?" I asked him.
        "Not really.  Did you find Aron?"
        "He's in Boston, he's coming back tomorrow."
        "He's alive?  Thank God.  What about the funeral?"
        "What about it?" I asked.
        "Well, we had an entire funeral for him.  How did that work?"
        "It was a closed casket.  No one ever saw a body.  We're supposed to
keep this to a minimum.  God only knows what would happen if the press found
out he was alive.  Worse, if one of the people that he put in jail did."
        "Aron put who in jail?"

        I explained the entire situation to him.  About the letter, which we
finally figured out the "A.M." stood for "Aron Mason".  I felt real stupid
after I figured it out.  I told him about the warehouse, and about the
agency, and about Justin's reaction when talking to him.  All he did was
smile.
        "Quite a story," he said.  I just nodded.  "Are we eating?"
        "Sure," I told him.  We sat down, and just looked at each other.  I
started to eat, and even though I found out that Tim's not made to be a cook,
it was still a beautiful situation.
        "I Had the Time of my Life" was coming over the radio.  It was
romantic, it was secure, it was perfect.  I got up, and after several awkward
moves, we were dancing, slow, in the bedroom.  I had my arms around him,
moving to the mood.  It felt good to be around someone that I really loved. I
think he felt the same way about me.  I kissed him gently, and rested my head
on his shoulder, feeling his blood pulse through his body.
        I shut my eyes, remembering when we were at the party, one of the
first times that I was with him.  It started out just being sex, and that's
all it was, but that was months ago, and I know what Justin was talking
about, that "something special".  We felt this, I felt this.  It seemed like
the two of us were melting into each other.  I relaxed my body, and moved
closer to him.  He was resting his head on my shoulder, as I was doing to
him, and I knew that he loved me.
        I kissed him again, and we started to kiss each other.  We were
feeling each other's warmth, and I felt that I was glowing.  He was soft, his
face was soft.  I was pressed against his chest, and could feel his heart
beating like I'm sure he could feel mine.  With every beat, going gently into
purity.
        We slowly moved down onto the top of the bed.  I felt him against me,
letting loose all tension and stress.  Slowly moving into total relaxation. I
no longer felt alone.  I felt like I was part of him, and I truely believe
that he felt he was a part of me.
        I ran my hands through his hair, feeling it, caressing it, trying to
make out its texture, but it was fine and soft.  It flowed like the ocean in
Hawaii.
        I could easily imagine us there, with the bright red sun in the
distance, illuminating him and me.  Illuminating me and him.  I looked into
his eyes, and they were like a calm lake, perfect and mirrored, but you could
see the tenderness.
        I gradually undid the buttons on his shirt, being careful not to
disturb him.  I gently kissed him, moving downward toward his chest, and
making sure that he was in no way tense.
        I slipped him out of his shirt, and layed my head against his chest.
I could hear his heart, and felt it against the side of my face.  He started
masassing my shoulders, and I easliy slipped out of my shirt, and turned
over, letting him massage my back, feeling his gripping hands against my bare
skin.  I let my thoughts go, feeling us anywhere, just together.
        I turned, and began to slowly slip his trousers from his body.  He
did the same to me, and I began to gently rub his legs, feeling the rippling
muscles from the life that supported him.
        As he got behind me, he slipped the remaining covering from me, and
continuously rubbed my body.  Freeing himself from any last remaining
clothes, and moving toward me to be warmed by the heat from my body, he
slowly moved his erect penis near me.  I felt it against my buttocks, and
when he touched me, I could feel the energy flow between us.  He slowly
guiding his throbbing organ inside me.
        I felt it as a bond.  A link between the two of us.  He took my
shoulders with his hands, gentle and soft, but muscular and manly.  He
massaged, and continued to rotate his body, in a manner that wasn't wild, but
more satisfying and more fulfilling than anything that I had felt.  I felt a
man who loved me.  I felt him.
        Although I could tell he was nearing his final point, he never
rushed.  He slowed, allowing me to feel him, and contain him.  I could sense
the heat coming from his body, letting me warm myself, beyond heat.  I could
imagine myself glowing, illuminating my partner and myself, letting the world
know that what I was feeling was something that no other person could ever
find.
        But I also imagined keeping it.  A secret, something that you would
let no one know about, something that you couldn't let anyone tell.  It
seemed right.
        The glow illuminated from him.  I felt him throb, and I felt him
ejaculate deep into space, and felt him retract.  I felt him pulse.  As he
retreated, I turned over, and pulled him near me.  I kissed him, and as I did
so, grabbed his body, never planning to let it go.  I wanted to hold on to
him as no other person could.  I rubbed myself against him, and he began to
decend on my body.  He caressed my chest, my waist, my thighs.
        He decended lower, and took my heartwarming organ into his mouth, and
I went back in true, loving ecstacy.  The bond was there, but more
importantly the love.  No one except the true caring people of this world
allow you to have this pleasure.
        He was moving his firm hands across my body, across my back, across
me.  My heart was rapid, but my movements were slow.  My blood was flowing
through his body, and his was in mine.  I could tell.
        I felt myself explode into him, and my body shuddered and tensed,
before letting relaxation take over again.  Tim pulled away, and moved beside
me, letting me examine his face.  I wrapped my arms around him, and fell
asleep in his arms.

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>>>Nick Tails