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          Ben Jarrick opened his eyes to see his fiance Alec still sleeping. He couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the handsome, unshaven Latino’s gentle snoring. Five years after they had first met, Ben still felt butterflies in his stomach when they were together. He knew without question that he was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The feeling must be mutual, after all, Alec had given up a potential partnership at a top law firm in New York to follow Ben back to his small coastal hometown of Eden’s Bay.
          They had arrived at just after midnight the night before. The realtor who had sold them the house sight unseen was waiting for them with the key and a large welcome basket full of tourist crap from the local Chamber of Commerce and cheap champagne. After a quick look around the house, and a check to make sure the movers had safely delivered everything they had sent ahead of their arrival, they hastily assembled the bed and climbed between two large comforters.
          Having been too tired for even a kiss goodnight, Ben was feeling a desire to make up for it as his eyes traced Alec’s dark exposed nipples surrounded by small tufts of black chest fuzz. He leaned forward and gently began to lick the salty raised skin. As his tongue flicked back and forth over the area, his lover began to stir, letting out a soft moan and he stretched.
          Without opening his eyes, Alec’s hand found the back of Ben’s head and pushed him away from his nipple and down to his rock hard cock. Ben’s mouth opened without hesitation and soon the head of Alec’s thick, uncut dick was pushing against the back of his throat.
          The alarm on Ben’s cell phone began to chime. Alec silenced it, but Ben knew he needed to hustle if he expected to arrive at his new job on time. Yet, the intoxicating taste of his fiance’s tool made him want to spend the morning in bed making up for all the intimacy they had lost during the stress of the move this last week.
          When the snooze alarm sounded Ben knew he had to hurry, so using his saliva to prep his middle finger, he pushed it into Alec and began to rub his prostate. It took less than a minute before Alec’s panting and moaning culminated in Ben gulping his partner’s gushing seed.
          He then hurried to the shower leaving his lover drained, but happy. And Alec was happy. Happier than he had ever been. So they had traded their beautiful apartment in SoHo and life in a culturally rich city for a modern two story villa in a small gay tourist trap in California. The important thing was that he was with Ben. And that was all that mattered.
          Thirty minutes later Alec was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a leather binder and a travel mug of reheated coffee from yesterday’s trip. He handed both to Ben as they exchanged a quick kiss and watched his husband-to-be race out the front door.
          Ben had barely gotten to his car when a gray-haired woman in a bright green summer dress was standing next to him.
          “Good morning and welcome to Eden’s Bay,” she crooned. “I’m Susan Ferguson, I live next door.”
          Ben tossed his binder into the passenger seat and shifting his coffee to his left hand shook the woman’s outstretched hand. “Hello. Ben Jerrick. I’m sorry, I’m running very late.”
          “Oh I understand. I just wanted to bring you this welcome basket. And if you need anything at all please don’t hesitate to ask me. My number is on the tag.
          “That’s very kind of you. My fiance, Alec, is inside, I’m sure he’d love to meet you.”
          “Fiance?” she repeated almost excitedly. “Oh I’m so glad to have gays next door.”
          Ben closed the car door, but watched the woman make her way to the front door, which was still open. He had the feeling Susan Ferguson was going to be their Gladys Kravitz. Good luck to Alec with her.
          Alec had gone through two of the boxes marked kitchen and hadn’t found the coffeemaker. When he finally decided to give up and go take his shower, he was walking through the hall when he saw a woman in the living room looking through one of their packing boxes.
          “Can I help you?” he said extra loudly, getting the desired result as the woman jerked quickly letting out a gasp and dropping a plastic wrapped basket.
          “Oh, you startled me!” She turned to face Alec. As she looked at him, her over-exaggerated welcoming smile faded down to an apprehensive grin.
          “Are you … do you live here, too?” she asked.
          “Yes. I’m sorry, who are you?”
          “Oh, I’m Susan Ferguson. I live next door. I brought a welcome basket.”
          Alec looked down at the basket on the floor lying on its side and did his best to smile. “That’s very kind of you. I haven’t had a chance to unpack or I’d offer you something.” He took a step closer to her and began leaning down to pick up the basket.
          Susan quickly stepped backward knocking a box on the floor with a loud crash. “Oh, that’s quite all right. I need to be getting home.” She hurried toward the door then turned back and said loudly. “My late husband was a gun collector. I still some around the house.”
          Alec’s face resonated confusion over the sudden very random statement. That’s all they needed was to have a senile gun nut on the other side of the fence. It wasn’t until he had taken the basket into the kitchen and caught a reflection of himself in one of the glass inlaid cabinet doors that he wondered if her reaction to him was because he was Latino. He had experienced the subtle, and not so subtle bigotry of others his entire life. But he had to admit their neighbor’s reaction had taken him by surprise.
          Fuck this. He needed coffee, even if he had to walk into town to get it.