It's not love as much as it is a craving, freedom from which is as absurd as national intelligence.

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Losing ANOTHER DAD – a remembrance of Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh

 

Sail on silver girl

Sail on by

Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine

Oh, if you need a friend

I’m sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

 

-         “Bridge Over Troubled Waters,” as performed by Simon & Garfunkel

 

Note:  The “Sail on silver girl” refers to, according to Art Garfunkel, his wife who, like Angus, hated her grey hairs.  Garfunkel called her his “Silver Girl”.

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Angus faced the full-length mirror and sighed.  “I don’t know Deetz.  It still looks loose,” he complained while alternating between tugging at his suit jacket’s shoulders then the sleeves.  “Maybe we should try the dark brown.”

I was standing behind him serving in my valet/husband role.

I lifted the jacket from the shoulders then placed it correctly on his body.  “You’re slouching.” I adjusted his body like a chiropractor on a mission.  He groaned when I readjusted the last vertebrae.

“That’s why it seems ill-fitted.”

Angus kept fidgeting, so I had to adjust it again.  After a few more back and forths, I gave up and just took it off him.  “You are determined to thwart my work.  Luckily, the funeral isn’t until Saturday.”  I hung the offending item on a hanger and carefully laid it atop the matching trousers across our unmade bed.  I looked down at the formal black suit with its gold medals and pins, remnants of appreciation from the Crown to Reese ancestors.  The oldest ones were for valour in battle.  The more recent ones were for saving the Commonwealth from everything from aliens to recessions.  Lots of MPs representing stressed communities in and around London turned to the Reese piggybank many times behind Margret Thatcher’s back.  At 35, my Angus had a few pins earned three of his own for his diplomatic assistance during many a difficult negotiation.  His linguistic skills gave him a leg up for he knew not just what the other side said, he knew what they met.

Angus leaned into the mirror, eyeing wayward grey hairs that were trying to hide below his temples.  He yanked at them with the determination of a mum ridding her child of lice.  “Argh!  How did I miss these?”

I reckoned that this was calling for a no-nonsense intervention.  I walked over to him, forced him to face me, then plated a wet kiss on his forehead.

He groaned, tried to push me off, and wiped the wetness off with the back of his hand.  He didn’t get very far and I had him back into my arms very quickly.

“Mate,” I said while tugging at his waist, “it’s hurting a lot, isn’t it?”

Initially, he looked as if to flub me off but then changed his mind.  “It’s like Father dying all over again.”  He frowned.  “The Duke was like a second dad for me, kind of like Mountbatten was to Charles.”

“I remember.”  Angus went to Windsor fairly frequently.  When he was in short pants he spent more time there than he did in Morganwg, the Reese family estate.  I should know as often Angus demanded his parents bring me, the son of his father’s valet, as well.  As children, he and I were inseparable.  And dear reader, royal families are no more or less wacky than poorer folk.  It’s just that the rich and powerful do it in gold, diamonds, and furs.

“Daeth ef a Charles i'n priodas (He and Charles came to our wedding),” Angus said in Welsh. “And that stuff with Harry and . . . it’s just the same shit that he did to Diana.  Harry is sensitive like his Mum and Charles hates him for it.  Charles knows it was his cowardice that created that whole mess.  I mean . . . “  Angus was loud now like he was working Question Time.  This was escalating.  Mr. Calm struggles with extreme emotions.  He was damn near catatonic for three days after the twins were born.

“Yes, Luv.”  My tone must have given him permission to be vulnerable because he started crying – no, actually sobbing.  I brought him into my arms.  He slumped over me and I felt his tears dripping down my tee shirt collar.  Good thing he couldn’t see my smile for I do so love taking care of him.  I snuggled up closer and lightly kissed his ear.  He tried to wiggle away from my attempt to soothe.

“Well,” Angus said while trying to compose himself, “at least I won’t have to suffer his parenting advice.  I don’t think I could stomach that really.”  He looked directly into my eyes then burst out laughing.  He was bringing himself out of it. 

I smiled back at him with a slight chuckle then returned to his funeral-wear.  “I’ll make sure these are steamed before morning.”  I gathered everything on the hanger and put them on the rack for the servants to pick up in the morning.  I sent a text to our butler Simms as a heads up.

“I’m sorry, I wish you could go with me.”  Angus sounded contrite and genuine.

“I’m sure you are.  Besides the Queen, let’s face it, everyone else is either stupid or crazy.”  I thought for a moment.  “On the other hand, if I was there, at least you’d have a sensible conversation!”  We both laughed heartedly at that.  “No, but really, I’ve got a sermon to finish; Aney kel kek mahevr (I am so behind), I said in Hebrew, ”God waits for no man.  Plus, it’s my turn to read the bedtime story.”

“Ah,” he said, sounding a bit disappointed.  I turned my back to him to finish my valet duties.  I didn’t see him pull off his trousers and get in the bed.  “Well, this spot is still warm,” he said lusciously.  By the time I turned around to him, he had his tee-shirt off and he was rubbing his cock through his boxers.  Angus watched his hand massage the base.  He slowly raised his eyes, long lashes fluttering in his best sexy cover model pose.  I stopped for a moment to wonder how the fuck I got so lucky when it came to husbands – rich and delicious.

“Wanna help?” he teased.

My Dom is usually sterner, but tonight was cute and playful.  “You look like you have things handled.”  I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself next to him as if we were playing at the beach.  “I told you.  I’ve got a sermon to finish, you temptress, you!”

He squeezed and pulled on his dick extra hard, “You’re wasting precious time thinking.”  He unclothed Danny (Don’t judge!  Most people name their junk.  Mine is Matilda – it’s complicated) and waved him at me like a horny soldier on a 24-hour leave in Paris.  “Come give him a kiss.”

The first caveman who got a blowjob must have been like, “Wow!”  The first person who gave a blowjob must have been like, “What a power rush!”  And shifting power is what this family is all about, but that too is complicated.  As I repositioned myself and set up to bend over his torso, I said, “You are the only man I know who goes from sobbing to rubbing his cock faster than his car reaches Autobahn speed.  You’re not well.”

“Unhappiness and regret go against my world view.  Both are bad for the complexion – makes worry lines.”  Angus was nothing if not vain. 

Putting my hand atop his created a quiet moan.  His eyes were alight and twinkling.  Angus licked his lips and dropped his eyes briefly before looking back at me, blushing.  “I suppose I can finish the sermon tomorrow during that morning Zoom meeting,” I stated.  As I continued to reposition myself, he laid back prone, arm over eyes like the best 1920s femme fatale.  I love when he pretends to be some helpless creature at the mercy of the manipulative servant – another theme in this complicated, hexagon of a marriage.  I pulled off my shirt to give my brand some air, as my arousal set off tiny blue spirals that left sparkles on my skin.  I have the image of an oak tree, designed to mimic the Kabbalist vision of the life essence branded on my back – another complicated situation.  Arousal heightens my magical senses. I could hear his anticipation in the sheen of sweat above his pubic hair.  Finally, I focused.  His cock is thick, with large, gnarled veins where sometimes you could actually see the blood flowing.  I tugged at it and got a louder moan for my pleasure.  “Deetz,” Angus said plainly, more like a command than a plea.   

I smiled at him before I bent over to put his dick in my mouth.  The skin was smooth and taunt which accented the pulsing blood.  I took it only halfway in, pulled up, and cupped his balls in my left hand.  The small hairs on the bottom were ridged too like the ones on the back of your neck do during a good horror movie.  I caressed them, rolling the sac in my fingers.  He mumbled in German though, signalling that nothing would due except a knob-slob.  I shifted gears and went up and halfway down the shaft few more times, wide mouth and brushing my tongue lightly against the dick’s underside.

After this prep-work and a deep breath, I swallowed it all and held my lips massaged the base.  Angus hips and butt cheeks began to quiver.  I held him there only for moments then I popped up and gasped for air.  I took a deeper breath and swallowed again.  This time I got murmurs in French, “Deetz!  Deetz!  Mon âme est à toi. Venez chercher votre prix! (My soul is yours.  Come get your prize!)” – a signal that he was about to blow.

Suddenly, there was a tap at the door before it opened.  The sweet smell of jasmine came in before Christy Love said, “Hey guys, do you think . . . “  She looked up from her mobile just as we did.  “Oh my!  Is this a private party or can a baby momma join too?”

Luckily this is a big bed.

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A fabulous review by Sarah Hill

Thanks for these lovely words, Ms. Hill (to read it CLICK HERE)!  We are glad you enjoyed The Roswell Discrepancy: a human romance in three parts.  Angus and I are working a case right now (global warming conspiracy, believe it or not!).  Our biographer is working past her pandemic writing blues so Project Iceworm: a human marriage in three parts.  Project Iceworm will catch you up with our lives.  Turns out that happy-ever-after ain't easy and relationships are work.  Yeah, I know.  And what sweet work it is with my Angus!  Then there was the mission - we're going to Greenland but who knows where we're going afterwards . . . 

We're getting closer to a release date.  Stay tuned.