lead to another and finally I told them all about us. Well, not all, but enough anyway. My father let me have it. ‘No son of mine is going to get caught in some cheep sleazy motel room with some horny soldier,’" Richard said, imitating his father. "‘Here's a few hundred, get a room in a first class hotel and have a great time. If he is as great as you say he is, he deserves better than that.’"

Then, continuing in his own voice, he said, "Joseph, he and mom want to meet you as soon as possible. Anyway, when I got down here and took one look at that motel, I decided that father really does know best, and I checked us out of there and got us into a first class hotel with a swimming pool AND an in-room hot tub."

"You and your family are going to spoil me rotten," he said, a little perturbed. "I was so looking forward to a little debauchery in a cheap rundown motel that rents rooms out by the half hour, but I guess we will just have to make do." Then becoming serious, he said, "Your parents sound wonderful, and while I would love to meet them, I don't want to embarrass you. I told you I'm adopted and I never had a real family of my own. The thought of meeting your parents just scares the shit out of me."

"You'll do just fine. They will love you," Richard said as they pulled into a parking space in the hotel parking lot. Leaning over to Joseph and kissing him on the cheek, he said, “We're home love—well, home for now anyway." They entered the hotel and went through the ostentatious lobby to the elevator, which they entered. Richard inserted a special key in the keypad and pressed the penthouse button.

"Nothing but the best for us," he said as the elevator climbed quickly to the top floor. The elevator doors parted and they found themselves in a small foyer, looking at a door that had a gold plaque on it announcing that it was the “Presidential Suite.” Richard opened the door, turned to Joseph, and said with a twinkle in his eye, "Shall I carry you over the threshold, Habibi?"

"Don't be an ass. The last thing we need is for you to get a hernia. It would ruin everything," Joseph said, pushing past the doorway and dropping his canvas overnight bag. He turned, reached out, and beckoned his lover to him. "Rich, I missed you so much."

The door slammed shut and their arms circled each other, their lips met, and their tongues engaged in a romantic love dance. They stood there kissing and hugging, but not for long. Richard, breaking the kiss, whispered, "I got to show you this joint. You'll love it."

"To hell with the place! Who has the time for the 'grand tour?' Just show me the bedroom." Joseph moaned as his fingernails dug into Rich's back. "Damn, that aftershave of yours is driving me bonkers. It's like an aphrodisiac. Makes me so horny. I want you to rape me four of five times and then start all over again."

“Well there goes my great seduction plan. The hell with the fancy hotel, the flowers,