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I sat on the sofa holding the phone in my lap, facing the plate glass window that looked over downtown, and watched his reflection as he hobbled toward the sofa. I couldn't help but admire what a beautiful man he had become.

He was almost dragging his injured leg. I ignored the urge to get up and help him. When he stopped behind the sofa, I glanced up at him. "You must think I'm the most pathetic creature on this planet," I muttered.

"Why would I think that?" He asked, as his eyes met mine.

My eyes shied away. I glanced down at the phone in my lap, then stared at the lights of downtown through his reflection on the plate glass. "I'm a twenty-seven year old virgin pining over a man that is already attached and can't even admit it. That's pitiful."

His voice was soft with no inflection when he started speaking. I shifted my stare to his reflection. "Karl, I made those photos on a stupid dare. We were only twenty-three. I obviously fucked Ralph and he fucked me. You could hardly call it romantic doing it in front of six men with cameras." He stared into my eyes through the reflection. "But that is the only time we ever did it. I told him at the time that it was a onetime thing. And so it has been.

"I couldn't ask for a better friend than Ralph. When I ruined my knee, my wife couldn't take being married to a crippled has been. The glamour of being married to a big football player was gone. She took the money in our savings and checking accounts and left me with a sixteen month old child to care for. I was still on crutches. Ralph moved in and took over. Until I could walk again, he took care of me and Kacy twenty-four seven. He's stuck around since, still mothering the two of us.

"Even if things had turned out differently tonight, Ralph would still remain a close friend only. He doesn't sleep in my bed. No man has ever slept in my bed. And no man will… except you… if you so choose."

I stared into his reflection for a moment, then hung my head and muttered, "I obviously didn't know what I was talking about." Feeling like a nerdy sixteen year old again, I twisted around to look up at him. "But… why me, I'm nothing?"

"Karl, stand up and come around here."

His tone of voice was not to be disobeyed. I hesitantly stood and walked around the sofa, pausing just out of his reach. Clay swiveled around, sat on the back of it, then held out his arms to me and I hesitantly walked into them.

"What you've just been saying sounds like that ass you used to call your father. I want you to understand something." He stared intently at me. "You are a beautiful man… inside and out. You've stood up to the adversities that life has thrown at you… and you've come out on top.

"You are an admirable man, Karl. You grew up in an unloving, hate-filled household, and though you didn't get through it unscathed, you still came through it a kind, caring, strong man. I'm not sure I could have done it." He lifted my chin with his fingers and softly said, "I admire you, Karl." He stared lovingly into my eyes, imprinting his love.

His voice changed to his usual tone as he smiled. "Now… no more pity parties. Okay?"

I dropped my head against his chest and nodded as I embraced him. I had to clear the emotional lump in my throat before I could murmur, "I love you, Clay."

"I know you do, Babe. And you know that I love you." He held me back at arm's length. "Now, I need you to take me home."

"You can't go home covered in cum. What would Ralph think?"

"I'm sure Ralph would think that I'd finally been claimed by the man I love. But you're right, there's no reason to rub it in his face. Let's shower first."

I've always enjoyed showering, but I had no idea how wonderful it is to shower with the man I love. Even though he had to sit on the built-in bench while I knelt to let him lovingly wash my hair and upper body, then I stood and placed each foot on his thigh, so he could wash them and my legs. When he lovingly washed my genitals and rear, I swore that I'd get him in the shower as often as I could.

He sat on the bench and I lovingly laved every inch of his body when it was my turn to wash him. I knelt to wash his legs and feet. He spread his legs and I washed his genitals. Once I'd washed all the soap off his cock, I couldn't resist taking it in my mouth for a moment. Then I had him stand and lean against the wall so I could wash his butt. I couldn't believe my audacity when I gave in to an urge to touch his tight little pink ring with my tongue. He whimpered, obviously liking it. I promised myself that at some future moment I was going to spend a lot more time playing with it, but at the moment I was intent on getting his cock back into my mouth. He gripped my head and volleyed several shots down my throat.

When he finally let go of my head, I fell back against the wall and he collapsed back on the bench. Until that moment, I hadn't realized that I had come at the same time. With happy satisfied smiles, we watched my cum wash off his leg and down the drain. Then grinning at me, he pouted, "When do I get to do that to you - you cum every time you get my cock in your mouth?"

"I guess the only way is for you to suck me off first," I replied.

"You're so hot, Karl, I'll probably just shoot like you do."

Ignoring our still hard rods, I toweled him off and then dried myself as he watched. I helped him dress, then dressed myself. With a big sigh, I smiled at him as I slipped into my loafers and said, "Let's go."

On the fifteen minute drive across town and out past the university, we talked little; each of us lost in our own thoughts.

"Would you spend the night with me?" He asked, when I'd parked in front of his little house.

I studied him in the dim glow of the street light half a block away. There was a gentleness about this big strong man that made me love him even more. How could Ralph think that I would ever intentionally hurt him? I sighed in frustration and said, "I'd love to, Clay, but Ralph deserves consideration. Let him get accustomed to my being around first."

He stared out the windshield, considering the matter before turning to me and replying, "You're right. That's one of the reason's I love you, Karl, you've always been considerate of others."

I shrugged, not knowing how to respond.

As he struggled up and out of my little sports car and managed to stand, he said, "Kacy will be asleep by now, but I'd like you to come in and see your namesake,"

I hadn't given much thought to the child. I'd never been around one. I tried not to show my reluctance, but he noticed that I hesitated.

"Come on, you'll love him," he urged.

Since I had to give him a shoulder to hang on to as he hobbled into the house, I relented

There was a night light on in the living room. Clay turned on a table lamp as we passed it. He guided me down a hall into the child's room and sat down on the edge of his bed. In the dim light of a small lamp, I saw a beautiful little boy that looked just like his daddy at that age and immediately fell in love with him.

Clay caressed the side of Kacy's face with the back of his fingers. Kacy opened his eyes and gazed up at his daddy. "Hi, Dad," he said in his husky little boy voice. He crawled out of his covers, into his daddy's arms and kissed his cheek

"I brought someone special to meet you, Son."

The boy twisted to look at me. Clay kissed his rosy little cheek and said, "This is Karl. He's the one that you were named for. Can you tell him 'hi'?"

Kacy studied me a moment and then held out his arms to me. Instinctively, I took him and held him against my chest. He wrapped his arms around my neck, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Hi, Karl. I love you."

"Hi, Kacy. I love you, too," I whispered.

"I know," he muttered as lay his head on my shoulder and went back to sleep. The feel of his little boy body went straight to my heart, and I knew that I wanted to be there for him - to help lead him through his adolescence into manhood.

Clay sat and watched with a happy satisfied smile. The look of love and adoration in his eyes brought tears into mine. "I think you have another Langham in love with you," he said.

"The feeling is mutual. He's beautiful, Clay."

Clay held his arms out to take the little boy. I reluctantly let go of him. "You told him that he was named after me, but his name is Kacy."

Clay grinned at me and laid the little boy back in his bed. "For a smart guy, you're a bit slow. His name is Karl Clayton."

Awed, I uttered, "Oh."

Clay loving tucked the covers around him, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck. I hugged him back and froze when he said, "Hey, Ralph, we didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted Karl to meet Kacy."

"I just was reading," he said in a non committal voice.

I pulled away from Clay and turned around to face Ralph, who was standing in the doorway. He turned his stony eyes to me. "So you're not as straight as you led us to think. And now you've stolen the hearts of both my men," he said.

It was with much effort that I didn't respond to the hostility in his voice. "I haven't taken anything from you, Ralph. I'm sure they both still love you as much as ever."

Clay limped over to Ralph, cupped the back of his neck with one hand, and pulled his head down to his shoulder while with the other, he hugged him. The move reminded me of comforting an overgrown child. "You'll always be my best buddy, Ralph, you know that. I'd hoped you'd be happy that I've finally got Karl back in my life."

"I am happy for you, Clay. It's just... well, you know."

"I know, buddy, but it's time for you to find someone of your own." He rubbed Ralph's back, then let him go.

"Yeah, yeah," Ralph said derisively, then in a serious tone asked, "Why are you limping?" He dropped into a squat and felt Clay's knee. "Shit, what in hell did you do to it this time?" He frowned at me as if it were my fault Clay had hurt himself.

Clay grinned down at him. "I was just playing Rhett Butler."

Ralph glanced at me with a smart-assed smirk. It was obvious that he was picturing me as Miss O'Hara. I felt my whole body flush. "Get off it right now," he ordered. "I'll get some ice on it."

Clay crossed the hall own bedroom, flipped on the lights and collapsed on his bed. I followed him and put a pillow under his leg to elevate his knee, kissed him on his forehead and went in search of Ralph. He was cracking ice cubes in the kitchen sink. "I iced it for half an hour and gave him a couple of Tylenol," I told him. "That was a little over an hour ago."

"You're going to have to watch out for the idiot. This is the fourth time he's fucked it up."

"Can't his knee be fixed?" I asked, ignoring the rest of his message.

"It could… if he'd just go have it done."

"You know who can do it?"

"Sure… the doctors at the Sports Orthopedics Clinic in Van Nuys, down in L.A."

"So let's make him do it."

"And just who's going to pay for it? Clay insists that it costs too much and would just be a waste."

"I'll pay for it," I said. "Whatever the cost… I'll cover it."

"You can do this on a bank employee's salary?"

It pissed me off, but I did my best to ignore his derisive tone of voice. I had difficulty keeping my cool.

"I just inherited my grandfather's estate." I didn't see the point in telling him that I'd inherited half of downtown and only God knows how much more, or that the Bank President was my real dad and would advance me the money without question, if there were any hang-ups with the inheritance.

Having filled the ice pack, Ralph turned and studied me. His expression gave away nothing of what he was thinking. "I think you and I need to sit down and talk. Maybe if I get to know you, I'll learn to at least tolerate you."

I stared back at him, showing no more like for him than he was showing for me. "It would be easier on Clay if we did that," I agreed.

Ralph's expression softened a bit, but it still wasn't quite friendly. "I assume you drove him home. Where'd he leave his car?"

"It's still at the restaurant down at the beach."

"If you'll drive me down there, I'll bring it back to the house. It'll be a few days before he can drive again."

"Sure, I'll do that."

"Let's get him settled, then we can go."

I accompanied Ralph back into the bedroom. Ralph picked up a pill bottle and tightened the lid. "He really must be hurting to take one of these," he commented as he set it back on the nightstand and lovingly brushed the hair from Clay's forehead. "The pain must pretty intense."

Clay's eyes opened, but didn't quite focus when he looked at Ralph's stern face. Sounding like a little boy, he said, "Don't be mad at me, Buddy. I didn't mean to fuck it up again."

Ralph patted his cheek and sighed. "I know, Clay. I just wish you'd take better care of yourself." Then he said to me, "Help me get him undressed."

Clay grinned at me. "Hey, you're still here." His eyes closed and he went limp. The med must've kicked in.

I unbuttoned his shirt while Ralph held him up. After slipping it off, we tackled his shoes, socks and pants. As I folded his pants, I removed the white envelope that I'd given him from his back pocket before laying the pants neatly over the back of a chair.

Ralph paused and watched me, raising his eyebrows in query.

"Let's get him settled and I'll tell you," I said.

Ralph put a towel around Clay's knee and then the ice packs. We pulled the covers up to his chest. Ralph took Clay's car keys from his pants pocket, turned out the light, and we headed out to get Clay's car.

The ride to the beach - filled with an uncomfortable silence - took about ten minutes. Ralph finally broke it by asking, "So what's in the envelope?"

I let out a big sigh, "I'll follow you back to the house and show you, then we can discuss what to do about it."

He frowned, then shrugged, obviously not liking my answer. Thankfully, he was silent until he got out of my car and said, "I'll see you back at the house."

When we arrived back at the house, I followed him to the kitchen. Without asking, Ralph put on the tea kettle, set out two mugs and a couple of tea bags, motioned for me to sit, then sat across from me. I passed the envelope to him. He opened it, removed the photos and shuffled through them as he counted them, then looked up at me in consternation and in a cold voice, said, "The whole set. May I ask why they are in your possession and where you got them?"

I shrugged - mostly to show my indifference to his latent anger. "I just received them from my deceased grandfather's lawyer, along with a bunch of family documents and a hoard of other photos. Where he acquired them, I don't know. I'm assuming he gave them to me because he'd figured out that Clay and I were both gay, but hiding it from each other."

Ralph raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as he went to the stove and poured the heated water in the mugs. We silently dunked the teabags several times. There was no place to place the teabag. Ralph grinned. "The table top is Formica. Just put the bag down." I followed his example.

I sipped the tea, set down the mug and said, "After I met you last week, I Googled your name and found a site called Muscular Men." Shuffling through the photos, I picked out one. "This one was on the site identifying you, but not Clay. His face, as you can see, is turned away from the camera. I didn't know it was him until I received this set of photos."

Ralph shook his head as he studied me. "I assumed that you had always known that Clay is gay. He always thought you knew and that's why you shunned him."

I let out a bitter laugh. "It was just the other way around. I was queer and in love with him. I pushed him away, not wanting him to know and hate me for it. Until I saw those photos, I thought Clay was as straight as they come. That's why I couldn't understand your comments and threats."

"Damn, I apologize for that. It must have devastated you to discover it in this manner. I'm really sorry, Karl."

"I understand now. Forget it happened."

Shaking his head, Ralph muttered, "What irony," and sipped his tea.

"I assume my grandfather had something to do with that photo getting on the Internet. I've ask my lawyers to investigate it." I stirred my tea, then took a swallow before saying, "Ralph, I'm willing to make restitution for the damage he did to your life. Whatever you think is fair."

Ralph was shaking his head. "How your grandfather got hold of the photos," he shrugged, "doesn't really matter. Your grandfather didn't have that picture posted on the Internet. One of the assholes involved in the scheme did it - and he's paid for it."

The way Ralph said, 'He's paid for it,' gave me a chill. I figured it best to not inquire. "Clay said you two did this on a dare. You just called it a scheme. I'm a bit confused. Why were pictures taken? And why do they look so professional?"

"I'm sure Clay would tell you this if you asked him, so I'm going to tell you. A professional pornographer approached four of us Cowboy's with an offer involving a lot of money. The movie and photos were to only be released in Europe. The other two fellows chickened out, but I talked Clay into doing it. I needed the money.

"Anyway, right after Clay's knee was shattered and he had been released from the team, the Internet pic appeared. That of course brought my career crashing about my ears. I found out that a couple of sets of the prints were sold to a private party in this country. Since I had nothing to lose, I sued the pornographer, and it was stipulated that he not only had to pay damages, but he was also required to retrieve the sets he'd sold.

"The negatives were destroyed in front of the judge. Obviously someone lied about all the sets having been destroyed. As far as I know, this is the only set still existing." He shuffled through them, stopping to study a couple. "You should keep these. Maybe someday they'll be valuable."

"Don't you want them?"

"No, Karl, I don't need to be reminded of. . ." He became very involved in inspecting the inside of his mug.

"I'm sorry, Ralph." I reached across the table and grasped his forearm.

He pulled away. "Don't," he growled, and turned to stare off across the room. "I knew what I was getting into. It's enough to just be near him and to know he considers me his friend."

I nodded, even though he wasn't looking at me.

He stuck the photos back into the envelope and pushed them across the table. "If you don't want them, put them back in Clay's pants and let him do with them as he will." He pushed away from the table and stretched.

I stood and said, "I need to get home. I'm dead on my feet."

"Karl, Clay has a great big ole' king size bed. I know he'll never let anyone but you share it… so you might as well take advantage of it. I have no objection to you being with him."

"It wouldn't make you uncomfortable?"

"No… hell, it's your rightful place."

He glanced at the wall clock. "The ice has been on his knee long enough. I'll let you take it off. I'm going to hit the sack."

His slumped shoulders told me that even though he'd said that it was alright with him that I sleep with Clay, he was depressed that it wasn't him. I said goodnight to his back and got no response. I decided then that I really liked Ralph and that I was going to do my best to make him like me. He turned out the lights and checked the front door while I went into Clay's bedroom. After dumping the ice packs in the bathroom sink and hanging the towels, I stripped and crawled in bed with the man I'd dreamed of sleeping with all my life. He'd rolled onto his side facing me. I turned my backside to him and snuggled up against him. His arm snaked around my chest and pulled me tight to him. I wondered if he was really aware of my presence. I didn't wonder long before I, too, was asleep.

The sky was just beginning to lighten when I awaken to the touch of a small hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked into two luminous dark blue eyes. "Will you snuggle me, Karl? Daddy's still asleep."

"Sure, Kacy. Climb in." I was thankful I'd kept my briefs on as I lifted the covers. Kacy didn't hesitate. He snuggled up against me and instructed me to straighten out my bottom arm, so he could lay his head on my bicep. And then he wanted my other arm over him, holding him close. Once he was comfortably ensconced, he whispered. "Thank you, Karl. I love you." Within seconds, his breathing had evened out and he was sound asleep. Clay rolled over and snuggled against my back. His hand slid down my arm where his fingers wrapped around my wrist.

With my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes, I lay there holding this little miracle. How could anyone ask for more than this; to be held by my lover and to hold his child in my arms?

I had dozed off when Clay woke up with a sudden snort. He rolled out of bed and limped into the bathroom to relieve himself. I didn't move for fear of disturbing the little angel in my arms. Clay hobbled back into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. "I'll be damned," he muttered. I smiled at him. He crawled back into bed and snuggled up against my backside. "I can now die happy," he murmured in my ear.

"Don't you dare. I want a bunch of years of this."

"I love you, Karl," he whispered in my ear as he nuzzled it.

"That's the second time this morning I've been told that. What a way to start the day."

"How long has the little scamp been here?"

"He came in about daybreak and woke me up."

Kacy stretched. "Daddy, are you awake?"

"Mornin', Kacy."

"Daddy, Karl snuggles really good. Almost as good as you."

Kacy rolled over and climbed over me to flop into the wedge between our bodies. Clay moved back, and Kacy's little body slipped on down. I rolled over and snuggled against the little boy. His father's face was just inches from mine. I ignored the MB factor and primly kissed Clay. "Move in with us, Karl," he said.

"Don't you think that just maybe we're going too fast?" I asked.

"I've wanted this for at least twenty years. I don't think that's more than a snail's pace."

"Good point. But still let's get to know each other again first."

Clay sighed. Kacy was watching us, his little head swiveling from his daddy's face to mine.

"Are you going to live with us?" Kacy asked in his gravelly little boy voice.

His daddy messed his hair. I kissed his nose and whispered, "Maybe," while looking at Clay. His wistful expression made me feel a bit guilty, but this was something too important to rush into, especially with Ralph involved in the equation.

Thankfully, the man knocked on the open door and stuck his head in. "Has Kacy been in here? I can't find him anywhere."

Kacy giggled and made a shushing sound.

"We haven't seen him have we, Karl?" Clay said with a big grin.

"I wonder where the little scamp is hiding. I've got his favorite breakfast all ready for him, and now he's disappeared."

Kacy popped up from between us. "I'm right here, Ralph. You're not very good at looking for me."

"Well, when you're hiding between two big fat butts it's hard to see someone as little as you."

"Ralph called you a big fat butt." Kacy turned to me with big eyes to see what my reaction would be.

"Do you think I've got a fat butt?"

Kacy crawled over me and examined my rear end. "No way. It's smaller than Daddy's and way smaller than Ralph's."

Clay stuck his tongue out at Ralph and got chided. "Daddy, that's not nice. Mrs. Young says she'll wash our tongues with soap if we stick them out at anybody." I was loving this and having a difficult time not laughing, until Kacy turned to me and said, "It's okay to laugh, Karl, 'cause Daddy looks funny when he sticks his tongue out."

Ralph grabbed the little boy up in his arms. "Come on. Let's leave these two lazybones alone, so they can get up."

As they left the room Kacy was saying, "That's two times, Ralph. If you call anyone a name again, you have to stand with your face in the corner."

Clay pulled me up to him as soon as they were in the hall. "What a wonderful surprise to find you here this morning. What changed your mind?"

"Ralph."

"Really?"

"He told me I should stay and stop feeling sorry for him."

"He said that?"

"Well, not in so many words, but that's the gist of the conversation. He also said he was starting to like me."

"And how not?"

"Yeah, well... Is Kacy a fireball every morning?"

"If he's not, I know he's not feeling well."

"I know I've only been around him less than two hours, but I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving that kid. One problem though, I've already promised his dad that I'll spend the rest of my life loving him."

"I'd happily share both of you, you know."

"God, Clay, if I get any happier I'm going to burst. What time do you have to be to class?"

"Today is Tuesday. Not until ten."

"I've got to call Dad. I'm sure he's worried that I've gone off the deep end."

"Howard? Worried about you?"

"Howard?"

"Well, who else do you call Dad?"

"Oh. One of the things I learned from that packet from my grandfather was that John Dorsett, the president of the bank I work for, is my biological father. We've become pretty close since I've worked for him, and even more so now that I know the truth. He's been calling me Son for a while, so I've started calling him Dad. We have a nice relationship."

"That's wonderful, Karl. Go ahead and call him. I'll take a shower."

"If you'll wait, I'll wash your back for you."

"Just my back?"

I grinned lasciviously. "And everything else."

When Clay and I entered the kitchen, Kacy was on the floor in the living room watching cartoons. He was all dressed to go to his kindergarten class. Ralph still looked like he'd just gotten up. He had tea poured for us. Three boxes of healthy dry cereal set in the middle of the table along with a jug of milk, cereal bowls and spoons. No sugar was in evidence.

As we sat down, Ralph asked, "Are you going to have your knee checked out this morning?"

"Nah, there's nothing they can do for it that I can't do at home."

I glanced at Ralph and held my tongue. I wouldn't say anything until I had the money in hand.

When I finished my tea, I made my adieus, kissed Kacy and got a juicy kiss on my cheek in return. Clay enfolded me in his arms and promised he'd call me after class. We enjoyed a 'nearly chaste' kiss. I turned to say goodbye to Ralph and found myself engulfed in his big bear arms. "I'm happy you've finally found each other," he murmured in my ear.

I squeezed the big ursine man. "Thanks, Ralph."

Clay looked happy that Ralph and I were becoming friends. "I'd walk you out to your car but...." He motioned to his knee.

I waved over my shoulder and strode across the lawn to the street. I prayed that Clay hadn't noticed the bulge in my pants after hugging Ralph. I thought about the dream the day before and shuddered. I didn't understand what was happening. In all the years past I'd never fantasized about any man, but Clay, then I had a full-fledged dream involving his best friend. Was I turning into some kind of pervert? For the rest of the morning I fretted about it.

Stopping at Starbucks for a triple-shot latte was the first thing I did after leaving Clay's. I needed my caffeine; tea doesn't do it. When I got back to my condo, I immediately stripped and hit my gym. Forty-five minutes later, dripping sweat, I stepped into a hot shower and fantasized about my earlier morning shower with Clay.

Once I'd dressed, I called John. "I assume you're not coming in today," he said.

"If it's okay with you, Sir, I need another day to get this all settled. I was wondering if you could join me for lunch. I have a couple of things I need to talk out."

"What's with the 'Sir' bit?" John asked with an amused chuckle.

"You are my employer. I was speaking to you as such." The relationship between John and me was settling into an easy laid back friendship. "Would 'Daaad, can I take the day off' be better?" I asked with an exaggerated whine.

He right out laughed. "God, I've missed so much. But I'm glad to know you now, Son. And yes, I expect you to take as much time as you need."

"So can we have lunch together?"

"Let's see, how about from eleven to two? I have a two-thirty appointment. But I can change it if you need more time with me, Son."

"I haven't ever said this before…" I had to swallow the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. "… I love you, Dad."

There was total silence on the phone. I wondered if I'd overstepped a line. And then John cleared his throat. "You have no idea how it thrills me to hear you say that, Karl. I love you, too, Son."

I then understood John's silence. It took me a moment to find my tongue. "I'll see you then... at eleven."

"Yes, eleven."

* * *

I wandered around the condo trying to find something to occupy myself. I stopped in front of the cabinet containing the sound system. I browsed through the CDs and settled on some light jazz by Peter Cincotti. I didn't much pay attention to the words until the second song. It was a fresh version of an old Carol King song. I sang along.

All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me that you understand,
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful.

Any time my little world seems blue
All I have to do is look at you
And everything seems to be
Some kind of wonderful.

I know I can't express
this feeling of tenderness.
There's so much I want to say,
but the right words just don't come my way.

I just know when I'm in your embrace,
this world's a happy place.
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful.^**

When the song ended, I marveled about how I'd always felt this way about Clay. I played it again. And as I again sang along to it, I realized that the same words, but in a different way, covered how I was feeling about John, my real dad. I had Clay in my life as my lover, along with his beautiful little son, and I had my real dad, too. And they all love me. Yeah, that's some kind of wonderful.

End of Part 2

Part 3 coming soon

^*(Eddy Arnold and Cindy Walker)

^**(Gerald Goffin-Carol King)

Author's Note:Both songs are on Peter Cincotti's "On the Moon" album. He's an amazing young jazz pianist/singer and gives both songs a fresh new sound.