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Adult ++
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9
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Monty Python. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
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The next year Michael announced he was getting married.
It was some girl he'd met on holiday, their families knew each other. This whole thing had arranged written all over it. Terry hadn't met her yet. Nor did he want to.
Terry was slumped in an armchair in his parents' house. His mother offered him more tea and he shook his head no.
It took him a moment to realise that she had said something else. He lifted his gaze from the floor. "Sorry?"
"Are you feeling all right, dear?"
"Course I am, mum," he mumbled. "Just a little shocked I suppose."
"Well he's a very bright young man, that Michael, I'm sure he's given this a lot of thought. I'm sure he and that girl will be very happy." She patted his hand but her smile faded when she saw her son's expression grow even more dark. She watched him glaring down at the floor again. Her eyes narrowed, and they sat in silence a while.
"Mmmmmm, yes, I'm certain of it, very bright boy," she mused. "Wonderful boy. Always so nice and so charming, and handsome..."
She paused, satisfied with the savage look that had taken over her son's face, and lowered her voice.
"D'you fancy him, Terry?"
His eyes flew wide open and locked onto hers. "What?"
His mother simply smiled at him. "Do you fancy him?" His wide eyes lost their glower. He stared at her for several moments, everything frozen, his entire body frozen, then made what he knew was a pathetic attempt at looking nonchalant.
"Course not."
"It's all right if you do, dear," said his mother kindly. He knew she was smiling at him but he found he couldn't meet her eyes.
They said nothing more about it.
But he couldn't deny his feelings for Michael, the feelings he still had, even months after the man had gotten married. He raged and he moaned and he cried out inwardly, but every time he saw Michael it all disappeared. When Michael smiled and laughed with him, it was like no weddings or wives had ever existed, no pain and no anger.
He'd promised to get Michael a job writing scripts with him. And if he did they'd be writing professionally together... partners... it wasn't a marriage but it pleased Terry all the same.
So he hadn't hesitated when the man behind the desk motioned him down to the floor. When the man opened his trousers. He knelt before the old man and smiled.
It had become routine to him.
***
The next year Michael announced he was getting married.
It was some girl he'd met on holiday, their families knew each other. This whole thing had arranged written all over it. Terry hadn't met her yet. Nor did he want to.
Terry was slumped in an armchair in his parents' house. His mother offered him more tea and he shook his head no.
It took him a moment to realise that she had said something else. He lifted his gaze from the floor. "Sorry?"
"Are you feeling all right, dear?"
"Course I am, mum," he mumbled. "Just a little shocked I suppose."
"Well he's a very bright young man, that Michael, I'm sure he's given this a lot of thought. I'm sure he and that girl will be very happy." She patted his hand but her smile faded when she saw her son's expression grow even more dark. She watched him glaring down at the floor again. Her eyes narrowed, and they sat in silence a while.
"Mmmmmm, yes, I'm certain of it, very bright boy," she mused. "Wonderful boy. Always so nice and so charming, and handsome..."
She paused, satisfied with the savage look that had taken over her son's face, and lowered her voice.
"D'you fancy him, Terry?"
His eyes flew wide open and locked onto hers. "What?"
His mother simply smiled at him. "Do you fancy him?" His wide eyes lost their glower. He stared at her for several moments, everything frozen, his entire body frozen, then made what he knew was a pathetic attempt at looking nonchalant.
"Course not."
"It's all right if you do, dear," said his mother kindly. He knew she was smiling at him but he found he couldn't meet her eyes.
They said nothing more about it.
But he couldn't deny his feelings for Michael, the feelings he still had, even months after the man had gotten married. He raged and he moaned and he cried out inwardly, but every time he saw Michael it all disappeared. When Michael smiled and laughed with him, it was like no weddings or wives had ever existed, no pain and no anger.
He'd promised to get Michael a job writing scripts with him. And if he did they'd be writing professionally together... partners... it wasn't a marriage but it pleased Terry all the same.
So he hadn't hesitated when the man behind the desk motioned him down to the floor. When the man opened his trousers. He knelt before the old man and smiled.
It had become routine to him.
***