I, Babysitter - Part 35


by Sawyer

The following is another of my odd ones. I hope you can figure out what is going on...if not, read it again. It's free, and I bet you have the time!

From: Matt Grey To: gavdawg Subject: Re: Happy 19th Birthday, You Old Fart! Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 23:07:36

Gav - thanks for the e-mail. What a nice surprise that was! Well, it was and it wasn't - you have never forgotten my birthday, so it should have been a SURPRISE, it's just that this year - the first year that we are not together - I wasn't thinking about it 2 much.

Oh man...what can I say about that picture? You have outdid yourself this time... um... um...should I ass-k if anyone gave you a hand with it? Hmmm? ((haha))

You are so funny sometimes. Yes, I had a nice birthday. It was pretty low - key (I still don't know a lot of people here), but I still managed to have a good time. Even though they say they enforce the law about being 21 and over, this being a college town and all, they don't really care. Which is pretty good because the music scene seems pretty cool, so that should be fun, to go into the local clubs and stuff.

My roommate is the is guy named Tom. I wasn't sure if I would like him at first - he's actually from a farm! But the more we hang out and stuff the more it seems like we have in common. I think you'd like him. (Turns out he didn't always live there - his mom just married some hay-seed...he's got some cool stories!!)

Speaking of guys named "Tom," I wanted to tell you that I (by ICQ) also heard from Lee on my birthday. He's settled into his college nicely, it sounds. Could be more bull_s_h_i_t_, but you know me and Lee - I accept what he has to say. We were laughiing that being a frosh in college better be better than being one in HS! Oy!! (Sorry - I know you didn't want to hear that right now, dude - it DOES get better). It would have been nice if we had gone 2 the same place, but you'll see in a few years - it's also really nice starting over fresh. No one knows me here. It's excellent. I can start off fresh, like everyone else.

Anyway, Lee's still doing his writing - he shared with me a very funny/dirty story about Vincent that he wrote. Not exactly really about him (instead of grandparents, he gave Vince his parents), but an exagerated version where he sneaks to the movies and tries to get home before his folks. On the way he gets hassled by some older kids. It seemed like he was influenced by more than just Vince, though - one of the "toughs" teases Vince because it looks like he wet his pants, even calling Vince a "baby!"

How funny is that? Hmmmm..I wonder what could have inspired HIM to write about THAT!! hahahaha. There's even a bit about Vince getting caught by the cops! It's WILD! I'll give him credit - the guy's got talent. I'm sure Vince would love it if he read it. no shaving in it, though, which is unusal. Hmmm...

anyway, I wanted to tell you that I think your theory on Vincent/British boys is right, btw - lord knows I can't think of too many American "lads" who would have thought of different ways for me to spank them week after week like he did!! Indians one week, Tarzan the next, Tom Sawyer another, Batman and Robin- _d_a_m_n_, I forget them all. (That actually might be a good sign, huh? Show's I'm growing up a bit!) Good thing it didn't last past Halloween that year - me and the Masked Avenger would have run out of characters to play.

(((big sigh))))

It was nice while it lasted. All of it was.

How is he doing, btw? I sent him a sympathy card. I hope he got it. If I hadn't been in Athens I would have been there, I hope he knows that. His poor grandmother. That woman has been through so much. If you hear from Vin let him know I'm thinking of him - slip him my e-mail, ok? I know we lost touch for awhile there, but I guess that's bound to happen. He's still a really great guy, and a fantastic artist (I tell you, Vincent and Lee should get together sometime and work on a dirty children's book! It would be awesome!). I do think about him often (my Harry Potter books that he got me for my birthday and christmas back in '99 made their way here to college!) and hope that he and Ike are doing ok.

(I know - I know - I did it - I wasn't suppose to - I really didn't mean to mention the "A" word - I don't mean to rub it in about the Olympics and all, and I won't - promise - pinky swear - let's just say that IT KICKED ASS! I really wish you could have been there!! Ok...not going to talk about that anymore...just know I did think about you while I was there, dude).

:)))

So, how was your summer? You didn't say much about what went on. Dad told me about he saw you and little Eric at the mall (!!!) of all places. I sure hope it wasn't THE Mall (Dad wasn't specific). Eeek! I could never show my face back there - or my ass for that matter, even after all of these friggin years. Anyway, what's up with you hanging out with Eric? He's like four or five years younger than you, right? That's not right...people might talk!

(heh-heh - just _f_u_c_k_in with you dude. Dad told you told him that YOU were babysitting him after Amanda had her little meltdown - god, that was great! I wish I had been there 2 see THAT! So, about Eric - does this remind you of anything? Hmmmm? It's about the same age difference as me and you, right? Hmmmmm? Maybe I should e-mail him and give him some pointers - nothing like being a babysitter 4 a little boy who gets to spank you!

;)

don't worry dude - not going to say anything...i do think it's a little weird that you didn't say anything about it directly to me. man, you know you can tell me anything. REALLY! We're far beyond being petty w/ each other - after everything that we've been through. You KNOW that you CAN tell me anything.

sigh...

I also feel bad that we haven't seen each other a lot, but we both knew that would happen - we saw it coming. Life isn't fair like that , I know, but when we are both out of college the 4 years between us will mean pretty much nothing. no one will care when I'm 28 and you are 24, you know? That's what Dad says, anyway. Don't worry, though, it won't be too long. You'll be driving before anyone of us can stand it, and you can come visit me!! I'm sure Tom the roommate won't mind - he's had a few visitors of his own, and let's just say...we seem to have A LOT in common!

You'll have the avantage on me with the driving - you already KNOW how to change a flat. Remember summer of 2001!? Oh man, that was so embarrassing...remember when you and I drove over to the Arby's, and I ran over the cub? DAD WAS SO PISSED!! Not just by that, but because I called Triple A to have them come change a flat!!! Man, did he make me feel like a wuss. I remember you LAUGHING and LAUGHING as he had me rotate all of the tires on both cars when I got home as punishment.

(You weren't laughing for very long after that, were you...?!?!...heh-heh!)

But you know, it came in handy. Just a few days later on & I got a blow out on 95. Very scary, but at least I could change a friggin tire.

You know how Dad is doing now better than me. As you know, Dad's present to me was the summer trip to Italy, Spain and Greece (where I went to the Olympics...did I mention that already? - HA! sorry). Just me and him and Sandra and her kids. I will try and send a picture - SOME of us still don't have digital cameras!! - to show you what the twins look like - they are cuties. Oh, to answer your question, I don't know what the deal was with the French Guy in Florence; I don't really think he was trying to make a move on me, but you may be right (who can blame him, after all, I am irresistable - hah-hah!). Kind of wish I had stayed and found out, but hey - I can just add that to my laundry list of stroke material!!

(((evil laff)))

So, you never told me what you ended up doing for your birthday? I hope you had a good time. I wish I could have been there. Dad didn't tell me if you came by to get a present from HIM! I bet he could have given you a nice, warm fifteen minutes that you wouldn't soon to forget!! How about Eric? Did you let him use his Mom's big wooden spoon on ya? Huh, "Gabin?"

(ok - I can sense you being overly sensitive - I can feel these things, even by e-mail - just know that if I was with you right now, I would be giving you a big hug right about now, k?)

((((((HUG)))))))

I miss you Gavin. I really do. I really do hate...well..nevermind. It's something that can't be changed, age and _s_h_i_t_. We just have to deal with it, and that's that, right? I know you really could use me right now, too, that's what's so _d_a_m_n_ frustrating. But don't worry - we have the 'puter, phone and I will be home over Thanksgiving.

:0

Don't worry about HS so much man! It does get better - honest! I think you are right about doing some fall sport or other activity to keep you busy until baseball season. I don't think wrestling is for you, though. I heard too many stories about that from Lee and...well, nevermind. Maybe you can do swimming? My roommate's unlce is swim coach, and he was telling me all of these cool stories. Sounds like that might be your thing?

(of course, if you really loved me you would become an excellent hockey player and then get drafted right out of High School by the Penguins, and then support me in the lifestyle that I really want...why don't you work on that, dude...!)

The important thing 2 remember is that high school gets better. Look at me. By the time I was a senior (or a "senoir" hah-hah...sorry, I couldn't resist) I was so in my element. I wasn't that shy, bratty, freaky nerd. I had girlfriends - I was on the track team. Things were good.

Like I already said...YOU have it better than me! You were always popular...YOU will always be popular. Not a problem, dude. The babes will love you - I will not be surpised if you start getting your hog waxed any day now with some prime 12th grade stink!!!

HOOOO-YA!

OH MAN!!! Speaking of HS girlfriends!!!

I about wet myself when I heard from Lee that everyone's girlfriend, Amanda Cooper, had a melt down because the only school that accepted her was the County Community College! MAN! That is the funniest thing. Remember how everyone thought she was going to go off to Wesley or Georgetown? Turned out it's just like I always said - she just wasn't that smart after all! I guess sucking dick will only get you so far, huh?

((no comment))

Sorry - that was mean. Amanda was really nice, and it's not her fault we broke up. I knew what she was like when we started going out - I should have listened to you, but (hell) you're just like Dad. You don't like ANYONE that I like!! She was a wild one, though, and sure taught me a few things our last year there.

All of that said...she was a slut...

I actually ran into one of her ealiest victims last week, Gav. I can't believe I forgot to even tell Lee about it! ANYWAY, back when we were in JHS, there was this really cool teacher, Mr. Palmer, who never returned after x-mas break. Well, there were all sorts of rumors that he was fired for _f_u_c_k_ing one of his students.

Well THEN, I hear from Lee that it was Amanda that got him in trouble, and he didn't _f_u_c_k_ her, but she actually sucked him off! I couldn't believe it - up until then, the only thing I knew about "Mandy" was that she was my babysitting competition. Well, THEN, a few years later, when it was my turn to date her, I hear from her that Mr. Palmer actually spanked her, and fingered her! AND let another student watch!!

The dick! I'm thinking...why wasn't I invited to watch????!!!!

(ha - ha!)

Finally, I find out that "the other student" was none other than Lee's friend, Marty, and what REALLY happened was that Mr. Palmer caught her giving him a hand job right there in the middle of class (a couple of 7th graders, mind you!!), and after class gave them BOTH bare butt spankings. And that was it! Marty said that it wasn't even that long or hard - the spanking that it - and that the worst part was that Amanda saw his dick, and he could never look at her again.

Well, that was enoguh to get him fired, but it really seemed a lot less than what all those a-holes had been making it out to believe...I can't believe I'm telling you all of this? You know all of this, right????

ANYWAY, what you DON'T know is that I ran into Mr. Palmer at a local video store that's walking distance from campus - as their manager! I had to look at him a few times before Iplaced the face and the name badge he had on ("Hi, I'm Brandon!"). I wasn't sure if I should say anything to him, but he must have recognized me and asked me if I was "Al Grey's son." I had no idea that he knew me from Dad!?! I said yeah, and he then asked if was ever in one of his clases. I said yeah again.

He started talking to me and _s_h_i_t_, and before I know it we're laughing up a storm. I had forgotten what a funny GREAT guy he is. He told me that he was also teaching at the university, and was working towards his own masters.

Imagine that...small freaking world.

The bad side, his wife, Laura, left him and returned back to her family in Washington State, but he said that it wouldn't have worked out anyway. He didn't say what, except that he has always had a bad habit of attracting the "bad girls." He says that he saw AManda once, but ignored her. That must have been awkward, huh??

I have seem him a few times on campus since then, and of course at the store. I actually go there quite a bit - I have become friends with this guy, Alan, who also works there, so he scores me some free rentals.

You should meet him - he is also a freshman, and we have one class together, but he's a lot more poorer than me, and has to work all of these jobs just to keep his head above water. He's really funny though - him and his friend Gerald. During the M-TV awards a couple of weeks ago we were talking about driving down to Graceland for Spring Break. I know, I know...that's like 2000 miles or somethign, but it should be fun. The guys are a riot!!

(ok - i can sense you being jealous again, pumpkin - do i needs to rubs your belly?? - paaa - hahaha - sorry...just being goofy again!)

Well, 19 doesn't feel that different than 18 did. It's one of those "tweeners," you know what I mean? (Of course you do - you being 15 and all) I am excited about being able to vote in my first Presidential election this year! Yeee - HA! Who to choose - dumb, or dumber?

Sorry for the long e-mail, but it is Sunday, and there's nothing on that I really want to watch (the Sunday night football game on ESPN tonight BLOWS!) And I'm tired of logging into AOL and pretending I'm a 15 year old blond girl named "Tiffany."

"What are you wearing. Tiffany?"

"Nothing," I say.

"Really?" the old creep says back.

"Uh - huh!!"

"You are NAKED!!"

"YES, except for my high heels!"

That gets them everytime. Too _f_u_c_k_ing funny!!

Anyway, I could write a 20 page e-mail to you 2-night, and it really doesn't make up for the lack of communication you and I have had!!

I am really lucky to have you in my life. You know that, right? You may not have always done the right thing, or thought things out all the way through, but neither did I. Neither of us were perfect, and _d_a_m_n_ if we didn't learn from each other. And, at least your heart was always there - especially when it concerned me. ALWAYS.

I can see that now. I guess I could see that then too, but I guess I was too close to it to appreciate it .

I am so sorry...

I will never forget that look on your face...oh man. I would do anything to take that look back from you, when you found out about the game. I remember being more pissed at you for writing to Lee's friend, Tom, than I was feeling any shame. I just focused on the fact that YOU actually wrote to him first, after you read his e-mails over at my house. That just unnerved me like you wouldn't believe - that you would wait until i was asleep, and start reading his accounts of how he punished his brother.

I just KNEW that the bit about the "oh, I can't sleep in a strange bed" was a load of bull_s_h_i_t_. Of course, I just assumed that it was because I felt you had planned that all along - that you were faking that so i could fall asleep, so you could dive into my back bag and read what I told you not to. Of course THAT was bull_s_h_i_t_ on my part, but what else was I to think, dude? it wasn't until later until I found out why you REALLy didn't want to spend the night.

big sigh....

I know...I am venting...sorry....i shouldn't be doing...it's ancient history...

Things happen for a reason. There was a reason for me to swipe that video game - there was a reason for me to brag to Lee about it - there was a reason for Lee to tell his camp buddy about it - there was a reason for Tom to get into writing to Lee - there was a reason for Lee to give me a copy of some of that - there was a reason for you to read it and jot down Tom's e-mail addy - there was a reason for him to fill your head with stories about me not being a good role model because I was a thief - there was a reason for you then finding out - there was a reason...

With age there should come wisdom, right? Why is it that after all of these years I can't see the reason? Maybe you were right...maybe I was heading in a bad direction, and I just needed to be caught big time, huh? That's what I HOPE is the reason, but let me tell you - and you are the only person I can tell this to, dude - there are MANY days when I feel like I am still going in that bad direction, and no amount of...well...let's be honest...SPANKING is going to correct me.

Maybe not, though...god I wish you were here right now for me to just hold. I know we swore, years ago, that we couldn't do anything like that anymore - but I do love just holding you. I do - somehow the thought of that centers me.

There are the other days that I know that whatever I do, fate and karma will even it all out. It's the only thing I really do have faith in (aside from you), even though (some days) that fate is tested, big time.

Ok, this went on WAAAAAY too long. And I am feeling rather spent (heh-heh).

Thanks again for the electronic birthday card, the digi-picture of your butt and your hysterical e-mail...I will write to you again soon...and I promise not to have it be another trip down memory lane...I guess it was the distance between us, the passing of another year, and other stuff that got me all sentimental and _s_h_i_t_...anyway, keep me posted on everything.

Love you (this much),

Matt

(Still A Teenager)

Things get back to "normal" in the next part, and start to get pretty wild and wolly. Hope you decide to return to check it out!!


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