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The next morning saw Steven and James take their leave. They promised to come visit again soon and offered the use of the house in Florida to Dale, Rick and Gerald for whenever they felt the need of it. They also extracted the promise that the three of softcore gay porn them would come visit in New York. After several rounds of hugs and kisses they were on their way. Rick, Dale and Gerald went back inside. Gerald sat at the table, looking thoughtfully into his second cup of coffee. "I think Ill go to the cemetery today," he told them, "Ive only been the one time. I think Ill go and spend some time there this afternoon." "Do you want us to come with you, Dad?" Rick asked. He was clearly concerned. "Now don fuss, Rick. Im ok. Im not backpedaling. I just thought it might be nice to indulge in a little peaceful contemplation. You know Im not a church going man, but God and I have our conversations. I think its time we renewed our acquaintance and this will be a good place to do it," he revealed with simple sincerity, "I would appreciate a lift up to the house. Normally Id walk, but Ive got to haul my luggage home." They all made the trip to the Hunter farm, bringing in his luggage and taking it upstairs for softcore gay porn him. Gerald smiled indulgently and allowed them to mother-hen him for a bit, then shooed them out. He went upstairs and unpacked, laughing when he realized softcore gay porn that most of softcore gay porn the clothes would have to be hauled back downstairs to be washed. After putting his other personal items away he prepared to head downstairs with an armload of clothing. He paused by the dresser and smiled wistfully softcore gay porn at the sight of Irenes hair brush. His gaze was drawn to the framed photo of the two of them. They looked so happy and carefree as they smiled into the camera.

"The most beautiful woman in Illinois," he said softly, "I miss you so much Rene, but I promise I won let you down again. Ill be here for our babies and for their babies too. Stay with me Rene, you e my strength." He gazed at the silent picture then sighed and made his way downstairs to start the laundry. Several hours later he arrived at the cemetery. He walked through the peaceful grounds, following the meandering paths that wound among the graves. The sun was shining and a softcore gay porn warm breeze caressed his face. He was filled with an inner peace and knew that he needed this, needed to spend this quiet time alone. As he approached the site of Irenes grave, he paused in surprise at the sight of the stranger who stood there, his head bowed. He was medium-tall, about six feet, with dark hair liberally touched with gray. His build was average, yet conveyed a certain strength. Gerald couldn see his face softcore gay porn. He wore a simple dark blue, long-sleeved, button down shirt, tucked into faded jeans softcore gay porn. On softcore gay porn his feet were white athletic shoes. Gerald watched for a moment until the stranger became aware of his presence. The man turned to face him. He seemed somehow familiar. Gerald moved forward as he prepared to walk away. "Wait softcore gay porn," he called. The stranger softcore gay porn halted, "Did you know my wife?" he asked. The man nodded, "Yes, I knew softcore gay porn her, a very long time ago," his voice held infinite sadness. Gerald felt an overwhelming need to know more, "Im Gerald Hunter." he held out his hand. The man took it and gave it a firm shake,"Jack Becker," he replied. "Becker?" Gerald questioned, then his eyes went wide, "Jack Becker? Oh my God, Irene spoke of you so many times. She wanted so much to know where you were." Gerald couldn believe that here, now, was the brother that Irene had mourned. Jack had left home at sixteen after their puritanical father had discovered he was gay. Irene softcore gay porn had been softcore gay porn three years his junior and did not understand what was going on, only that her beloved older brother had left. When she had questioned her parents, she was told in no uncertain terms that she was never to mention his name again. It wasn until years later that she learned the reason for his banishment. She had been outraged that her parents would throw their son, her only brother, away so cruelly. The Beckers were not particularly loving parents and this knowledge put an even bigger strain on the lukewarm relationship that existed between them and their daughter.