Luckiest Man In The World - 6. The World

Tokyo. Having never been there…like I had the means to do that before? I was overwhelmed! Never had I anticipated so many people would be waiting for me. Me! Of course, I was flown to the hotel by helicopter from the Narita airport, the streets were clogged. Even from up in the suite, I could see the throngs of people below. There was a knock on our door.

“Guys.” Karen nodded as she came in followed by a man who at first I thought was Japanese. Upon further inspection, I saw he had Caucasian features. He was part Japanese? “I hope your flight was comfortable.” She was carrying a couple of jars of something.

“On the private jet? Sure.” I grinned. “What’s that?”

Karen grinned. “The first of many offers.” She presented me with one of the jars.

It was a jar of peanut butter. Peter Pan. Only it had my picture on the front. The Luckiest Man in the World Recommended Special Blend. I smiled and laughed.

“I did?” I asked. “I don’t remember recommending any blend, just Peter Pan.”

“It was made just for you in hopes that you will. There are three submissions, try each and we’ll go from there. They have the crunchy and honey ones, too.” Karen showed the other jars. “They were specially done for you.”

Rain walked over fascinated. “Really?” He opened one.

“I’ll get a spoon.” Karen walked into the dinette area. “No pressure, but you need to.”

I shrugged. “I will.”

“And you have been invited to the royal palace.” She said to me a little hesitantly. “You…not him.” She pointed to Rain.

“Why not him?” I asked, then realized what I’d said. “Because he’s my boyfriend, right?”

Karen gave a look that said I was right, but she won’t say it. “Empress Michiko doesn’t approve.”

I felt a surge of anger. “And this affects me how?”

“She seems to think that by allowing his visit, that allowance alone endorses her country’s LGBT agenda,” Karen explained.

I thought about it. “My first impression is to say Hell no, but I’m not here for her, I was supposed to boost the economy. Why should I punish all Japan because she doesn’t want to seem like she’s pulling for my side? Then again. What does it say to Japan if I say no?”

Karen nodded. “This is Mike. Maybe he could answer that.”

He grinned, a little embarrassed. “The Empress doesn’t want to endorse one side or the other. Most Japanese people don’t care. But she seems to think by accepting…Mr. Stevens, she would be.” He said in perfect English.

I nodded. “But by obeying her wishes, I would be endorsing her condemnation of me. She’s not my empress and this is not my country. I was invited here.” I shook my head. “I respectfully decline.”

“But she is the Empress of Japan.” Karen objected.

“Yes, but she is the Dowager Empress, but not Emperor Naruhito. What does he say?” I asked but Mike was smiling broader when I said the Emperor’s name and did so accurately. “I researched before we got here. Just so I know a bit more about who is who and what’s what. I hope I said his name right.”

Mike grinned nodding. “Like a person from Japan would. Emperor Naruhito doesn’t want to upset his mother, but I don’t think it bothers him.”

“And his wife, Empress Masako?”

“Oh, she wants you to come,” Mike answered readily. “Both of you.” He looked to both Rain and me.

“Then if we both show up?” I asked.

Mike shrugged. “Empress Michiko probably won’t come out. She’s a very traditional lady.”

“Oh well.” I shrugged. “At the risk of offending anyone. We both are going.”

Mike grinned. “Wonderful.”

“So, what’s your story, Mike?” Rain asked, voicing the question we both were having apparently. “You sound like an American.”

"And I have to ask," I began. "Not to offend you but you are a very handsome man. In fact, since I've been in this lovely circus. I've not seen an ugly person working with the Powerball. was there a runway test to get your job?" I waved to Karen. "All of you!"

Mike laughed. "It was a compliment why would I be offended? And no there was no runway, I think, I'm Mike Hunter.” Mike said. “American father, Japanese mother.”

“And California educated.” I postulated.

“Santa Monica.” Mike nodded. “When I was there. Mom insisted I learn Japanese, saying it would make me more marketable if I did. She’d put books in front of me in Japanese and only spoke to me in Japanese. Dad in only English. I know they spoke both.”

I nodded. “Smart woman.”

“Now I’m with the Superpowerball.” Mike grinned. “You’ll find a lucky man has more clout here than royalty. Most people think if they touch you, you’ll pass on that luck. So don’t leave the hotel without an escort, please. We’ll never see you alive after that if you do.”

I gave a nod and Rain gave a sloppy salute. “Roger that.” Rain commented.

Mike grinned. “All the staff assisting here speak English so no problem. Order what you want, of course. We’ll meet…” he looked at Karen. “With the time change…what?”

“Noon.” Karen sighed wearily. “I’m jetlagged.”

 

After they’d left. Rain sat as I got the spoon and tried the first jar of peanut butter. It was good, but it had a slight bite to it.

“What’s in this!?” I marveled and looked at the ingredients. “Cyanine pepper? This is really good.” I handed Rain the spoon. “The slight burn is accented by the nutty taste. Try it.”

Rain was shocked as well. “Slightly spiced. It's very good"

We tried them all. Picking which one was going to be difficult. The spicy one got my recommendation.

 

The next day was hard to get up. I was still on Eastern Standard Time. We’d been in California a day, so the transition there hadn’t bothered me but I needed coffee. Once I had that done I was better. Mike had been right, the people that gathered were trying to get me to touch them. There were some thrilled people I did touch, but then the others started pressing in and hurting others. I stopped touching them. Men and women all wanted to touch me, many offered more than to be touched. We toured the city and surrounding sites, temples, architectural marvels and got histories. It was humbling because it was ancient and wonderful.

That night, we again dressed up.

“A dinner jacket.” Rain grumbled.

“It is the palace. A real palace this time.” I brushed his white coat. “You look very sharp.”

We had been briefed on the proper behavior for dealing with the Imperial family, what to do and not to do. Bowing.

We were flown to the palace. Upon entering, I was amazed at its opulence. There were people there in finery that would rival anything I had seen on television. Apparently, they were the chosen few. Then we met the current Emperor and Empress.

Emperor Naruhito and Empress Masako did their bow and we bowed back, then in perfect English Emperor Naruhito said. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Stevens.”

“We apologize for any problem my mother-in-law has given, it is a pleasure to have both of you here.” Empress Masako added.

Shaking both their hands I gave a slight nod. “It is…understandable.” Of course, they spoke perfect English, both were well traveled, even educated in English speaking countries. “I should apologize for presenting you with a situation that was the cause.”

The Empress shook her head. “Why should you feel that because you love someone?”

I agreed. It made perfect sense to me. Of course, there was no sign of Empress Michiko. The food was amazing, the music phenomenal and the company wonderful. If this kept up I’d need a forklift to unload me anywhere at the end of the year. Perhaps we needed a trainer. And no one there seemed to mind or care that we a same-sex couple. By two in the morning, I was feeling the fatigue. Still, we were at the palace, you can’t just leave. By dawn Rain and I were exhausted. Still, we had a week. Three more days, I should clarify. We saw other places, mountains, and things. I was asked to do a few commercials for them. How could I say no? That was why I was here. These companies paid good money and I felt obligated. So I did. Learning to pronounce each product in Japanese was not hard, but the pronunciation was imperative. But I did it. One product was a foodstuff. Some product a fast food place wanted to be pitched. And I had to use chopsticks. I never used chopsticks! I loved Asian food, but chopsticks!? After a couple of tries, I threw them down in frustration.

“I can’t use these damned things. Can I have a fork? I know you have them. A spoon even. I’ll make a mess with these damned things!” And they kept the footage and used it with the Japanese translation on the screen. Later I would find out the demand for this product skyrocketed and believe it or not, forks were demanded also.

Disneyland. Yeah, we went to Disneyland Tokyo. The best thing about that was we never waited in line. And it was covered by a dome, so it wasn’t cold. The no line thing a man could get used to. There was another party in Japan was for more everyday Japanese. Not the chosen, but then again, they were chosen. Celebrities of all kinds, again TV, movies, sports, and politics. Say what you will, people are people no matter what country and these people knew how to party! Animals! Aren’t we all? It was delightful. Another city and another night.

I bid farewell to Japan with no regrets. It was nice, but I was ready to move on. Now we were off to Australia. I took the opportunity to blog about my trip so far. Then I called Kyle.

“Hello.” I got a sleepy greeting and sleep messed hair on my screen. Then I realized the time there.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about the time difference. Sorry.”

Kyle laughed. “Yeah, it’s crazy now that you’re one of the jet set.”

“I’ll call you later and I’ll be sure to note the time, but while I’m on the phone, how are things?”

“Great! The houses have been exterminated and the main house is still being cleaned out. Lots of bodies. Raccoons, possums, squirrels galore. Oh, and birds. The overseer’s cottage has been cleaned out, they are beginning the reconstruction now. I’ll skype you the feed.” There was a yawn.

I chuckled. “I look forward to it. Sorry about the late call…or early. ‘Night.”

I saw him yawn. “Good night.” I did love him. I felt a longing to see him. I missed him.

 

Sydney!! I always wished I could come here. I will admit it, I was thrilled. More excited than I care to admit. Why? It was far away and…I don’t know. Well, yeah I do know. These men were supposed to be exciting. I mean it was a fantasy really. A man is a man, but fantasies are wonderful. Now I have a man who was a man without trying. He wasn’t just “acting,” he just was. Natural masculinity that he just was. That was a huge turn on. I have nothing against a male that swishes when he walks or even the male that acts female or even dresses like one. But that wasn’t my thing. Many gay men were attracted to men that were “butch” and straight acting. Some of us wanted that strong, viral man that was a man with a capital M.A.N. and would make the rest of us want to hide because we dared to think we were a man when we just had a penis. Big difference. It wasn’t enough to just have the anatomy. So, in my mind, this country was the source of this viral MAN. Now I was going to meet them. Not just American imports, the internet had shown me some big stars of Australian TV. Australian Football, very different than American Football and not soccer. So enough of this. I did gaze out the window as Sydney came up. I saw the famous bridge, the Opera House and the bay.

Once on the ground we were once again whisked away, only this time it was a house! No hotel suite here. Overlooking the water and downtown. It was a house, surrounded by a stone wall. A lot of sliding windows faced the water. Being Summer here, the windows were open and a breeze blew through. We could see the bridge and the Opera House from here.

“G’day.” We were greeted as we came in. “Welcome to Australia.” A deep voice said and I swear sorry Rain, but I was in love. A well-dressed man in his early thirties greeted us and he was blonde! I never went for blondes! Remember I said that before? This man was gorgeous.

“It’s true,” I whispered like I was in church. When you get to your nirvana, wouldn't you?

The man smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Beg your pardon?”

“Mesure, Broun, Zukerman, Newbold, and I know Mesure is from New Zealand, but…” I shrugged. “I loved Olivia Newton-John. You’re all beautiful.”

He wasn’t offended at all, in fact, he laughed. “My ex-wife might disagree, but my girlfriend might.”

“And that accent! Love it!”

He shrugged as he wasn’t bothered at all. “The only accent I’ve heard is yours, so far.”

“He’s a Southerner, so it’s different from mine.” Rain grinned.

He walked over. “Richard Fry. I’m with the Superpowerball here in Australia.” We shook hands, then he looked at me. “You mentioned Newbold, you mean on the football team?”

“Absolutely! Footies I think you call it. I love the Sydney Blues and Hawthorne Hawks. Love to watch the games. I tried to catch the last season, as much as I could.” I nodded.

“I thought all you guys watched the Cowboys or something like that.” Richard grinned.

I wave that thought away. “Fifteen minutes of perpetration versus ten seconds of play. Nah. I love that your football isn’t out until there’s a goal or the ball leaves the field. Little padding.” I waved at the surroundings. “I love this country!”

That made Richard smile even more. “We’ll show it to you. We’re proud of it.”

“So you should be,” I said. “But it’s not the just country, it’s you…the people of Australia. You make it wonderful.” Then I narrowed my gaze. “Of course, it could all be hype. Television and movies. I’ll want to see it for myself.”

“You will,” Richard assured. “Is there any place you want to see?”

“Coogee Beach? Ayres Rock…the nightlife.” I answered. “I want to touch a Koala Bear, pet a kangaroo, sing Waltzing Matilda with real Australians who appreciate the song. Uluru!”

Richard did barrel laugh after that. He held his hands up. “Whoa. We can do all that, but you’re only here a week.”

“Am I being thrown out in a week?”

Richard looked surprised. “Of course not.”

I smiled at him. “Mr. Fry…”

“Richard.”

I nodded. “Richard, I know a lot of what I imagine Australia to be, including her people, is just an image I have and is made up. You’ve got good and bad, just like everywhere else. But for now, let me enjoy this.”

Richard nodded. “Of course…you know…this is not what I expected.” He hurried on. “To find someone like you, who seems to know a lot about Australia, and love it is rare. For an American.”

I grinned. “I have been in love with Australia before I went to school. The show “Skippy” was being shown as reruns when I was little. That little kangaroo was adorable. That was my first exposure to the world here.” I looked at Rain. “I always knew I’d never be that guy that owns houses everywhere and never goes to them once a year, but I would consider buying one here. And believe me, I’d come here.”

Rain grinned at me. “Really?”

I looked at Richard. “Would that be a problem?”

Richard now was very relaxed. “I will even help you. In fact, the house you’re in now can be purchased. The owner died and well…no heirs and…” He shrugged. “That’s why it was available for your trip here and we were allowed to use it.”

I looked around. Hard stone floors, nice furniture. “I might do that, but sure…you can help us look.” I chuckled, "But you'll have to teach me to drive here seeing all you guys drive on the wrong side of the road!"

Richard laughed.

 

“You were serious.” Rain said that night, not really asking me. “About buying a house here.”

“I am.” I agreed. “Will that be a problem?”

He shrugged. “No. You never said before. I was just confirming.”

There was no reason to explain, but I thought I should. “Before I came out. I had a dream of a life where it didn’t matter if you were gay or straight. It isn’t this country, but it is more liberal than most in many ways. With that in mind, I sort of imagined Australia as being some sort of gay Nirvana. Later I learned they could be just as repressed as anywhere, but the idea remained.”

Rain nodded with a smile. “And the guys?”

That was a thing. “They were good fantasies. Jerk off material, but I have something now that is wonderful.”

He knew what I was saying, but nodded. “The money.”

“Don’t be a jerk.”

He laughed as he pulled his shirt off to get ready for bed. He tilted his head. “Richard is a good looking man.”

“And straight,” I added. “Don’t forget that part.”

“There could be others.” Rain postulated. “Then again, he could be like you who goes both ways.”

“He could be a jackass.”

Rain nodded with a chuckle. “He could be.”

I enjoyed watching him. Running a hand across his now bare chest. “You’re not.”

He shook his head. “I try not to be.” He kissed me gently.

 

The next day we were rushed off for lunch. I met the mayor and governor. Richard had come to escort us. Again with the driver and escort. Here I was glad to have them. Driving here would take some reprogramming for my head. Still, it was pleasant. Not everyone was happy with us. Which I knew, but found out first hand. I wasn’t sure if was because we were a same-sex couple or something else. It didn’t take too long before I got the picture. One of the members of the lunch/dinner group, after the mayor had expounded on what the plan was for the party and for the commercials, finding out what I was interested in. An older man, about sixty looked away in a huff.

The mayor looked up, puzzled. “Something wrong, Roger?”

The man, Roger didn’t look like he was going to say a word, then. “I don’t see how this is helping anyone.”

The governor frowned. “What?”

“This whole…Superpowerball nonsense.” He grumbled. “How is it going to help? People buy these tickets for a chance to win all this money…for what?”

Richard sat back. “The people in the United States report record sales. In Japan, they’re already seeing increased demand for what Eric has done commercials for. The toothpaste, food items… The same will be true here. Places he goes, what he eats will increase in popularity. Tourism alone has increased in Sydney already because he’s here. The money given for tickets is taxed generating more revenue with no one winning. It will be much more now that Mr. Mitchell is here. It’s a win, win.”

“A homosexual from America.” Roger all but spat. “And his poofter boyfriend.”

“You’re lucky you’ve gotten just me,” I said. “With the lotto, anyone could have won. A drug addict, killer…anyone.”

“As it is…” Richard went on. “Eric is a good candidate for winning. He’s bright, and a natural diplomat. What’s more, he loves this country. He has since he was a boy. In fact, he knew of a program from the sixties I had to look up.”

“I’m not going to preach as to whether gay rights should be addressed. Personally, I think it’s a subject that shouldn’t matter.” I looked at Roger. “Who are you to say who I should and should not be able to love? Did anyone tell you whom to marry?”

Roger bowed a bit. “No. But it’s against nature for a man to love a man.”

Rain chuckled at an absurd notion. “Nature? Or God? It most definitely is natural.” He sat forward. “Perhaps we were put here to control the population. We certainly won’t reproduce.”

Roger got angrier. “It against God.”

“Really?” I asked. “God never said a word about it. If he had he would have made it eleven commandments, not ten.”

“It’s in the Bible.”

“Written by a man for man. Full of bias and their own agendas.” I countered calmly.

“It is not!” Roger said now almost shouting.

“Roger.” The mayor said softly.

“No.” I held up my hand. “Who put the Bible together?”

That question had Roger thinking.

“From where did they get these books?” I asked. 'They decided which books went In the Bible. There are many scrolls they have that they didn't want to include."

“It just is,” Roger said quietly.

“It was assembled by those that became the Catholic Church. They had a lot of books, some of which didn’t make the cut. Some were too controversial because it said things they did not want to let out.” I told him. I looked at him. “I don’t give a damn what you believe or what you think. You aren’t God. What do you know?”

“I know what the Bible says is true.”

“Why?” Rain asked. “Like you know the Earth is flat and the center of the Universe?”

The governor held his hands up. “Gentlemen, gentlemen…this is a discussion that’s been going on for thousands of years. We won’t do anything about it now.” He turned to Roger. “Mr. Baker, you may leave.” And the way he said it left no option other than Roger Baker was leaving. Then he turned to me. “I apologize, Mr. Mitchell.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled. “He’s entitled to his opinion. I’m no one really, just a guy who guessed some numbers.”

“Ten numbers, correct, in a row.” Rain reminded.

I looked at Richard. “Wasn’t there a winner from here? What happened?”

Richard used his napkin and smiled. “There was. She was visiting her parents on the West Coast, forgot the ticket at home. When she heard a day and a half day later, flew home and got to the office a day late.” He shrugged. “The rules were clear. Three days. Not four.”

Rain shook his head. “Damn.”

I agreed. “Whole heartily damn.”

Richard shrugged. “It’s posted.”

“I know, but…” I began.

The governor wanted to change the subject. “Richard tells me you want to buy a house here.”

I chuckled. “I’m seriously thinking about it.” I nodded. “It’s always been a dream.”

The governor raised an eyebrow. “Why? Most people here want to be where you came from.”

I grinned at him. “Why?” Putting his question back on him. “I mean why do they want to move to the United States?”

“Mostly because they see the United States as a golden country. Money, glamour. Surely you don’t see that here.”

I raised my eyebrows at that. “Are you saying it not true? I see it here. Don’t you?”

“I do, but I live here. Why do you?”

I grinned. “Because this is your home you may not see what we do. Most people don’t see what they’ve got until they lose it. And…I know that a lot of what I think is just made up and will prove to be not true, but…” I shrugged.

“Did you know he follows our football?” Richard put out. “Not our attempt at American Football, but our football…Australian Football.”

“Really?” The mayor asked stunned.

“I’ve followed it since I was thirteen and came home sick. Searching the channels I stumbled on ESPN International and saw a game I thought was interesting. Watching it was very exciting. I’ve been hooked ever since.”

“Who do you like this year?” The governor asked.

“Sydney is good, but I’ve pulled for Hawthorne since I first saw them.”

The governor looked pleased and surprised. “Yeah?”

Richard leaned in. “He knows our Prime Time shows and who’s in them…”

“Like what?” The mayor asked.

“Rush is good,” I said. “City Homicide is great.”

“He knows the words to Waltzing Matilda! All verses!!” Richard said. “He wants to sing it with us.”

Rain sighed in frustration. “Okay, I’m asking. Who the hell is Matilda and why waltz?”

The Aussies laughed and so did I. “No, babe, let me explain…” I pointed at Richard and the governor. “Tell me if I’m wrong, but Matilda is not a who, but a what. It’s a song, their version of a second anthem, like America the Beautiful to the Star Spangled Banner to us. The waltz is really a German phrase, auf der Walz, which the Australians took as waltz, which really means walk. A matilda is a swag, a bedroll that people would put their belongings in as they traveled on foot. A person that carries it is a swagman. In this case, the man was an iterant worker who makes tea and captures a jumbuck, a sheep to us, and eats it. The sheep’s owner wants him arrested and instead of surrendering the accused man commits suicide in a billabong, a watering hole, drowning himself.” I looked at my new friends, the Aussies who were nodding.

“What a horrible story.” Rain said appalled.

“That’s only part of it,” I explained. “There was the whole thing with Macpherson, that I don’t know that well about it, but his sister was the one that wrote it. Then her brother was killed, I’m not sure how, but was attributed to him and the near civil war. Right?” I asked for confirmation.”

“My God.” The governor marveled. “For an American to know this so well…”

“See!?” Richard agreed. “He knows so much.”

I shrugged. “I wanted to learn it. I was fascinated by you guys.”

Then suddenly I was put to the side.

“I’ve got a better idea than to have him to do commercials for shampoo.” The governor said. “Let’s do a whole tourism campaign. Various sites from an American perspective. Roger was wondering what good this is!? The Luckiest Man in the World recommends travel to Australia!? It will be phenomenal!!”

“I know!” Richard glad the governor saw the light he had seen yesterday. “It will!”

Rain and I were laughing at them. I leaned forward. “Do you two want to be alone?”

Richard blinking looking at me as if just now understanding what I’d said. “Absolutely not.”

The governor nodded. “You have millions of followers. It will probably go into the billions. They see all you do and where you go.” He took a deep breath. “It would help tourism and the economy if we could have a series of commercials featuring you, seeing the sites!” He leaned forward. “Filming you with the Koala Bear, Kangaroo, seeing you and Ayers Rock, the beach. You’re an attractive man. A beach commercial would be great. Show the world that Australia is open to everyone. That works for the Americans, Canadians…everyone!”

“That was the whole point of the Superpowerball.” Richard defended. “It’s more than a lottery. Billing you as The Luckiest Man on Earth was good. The fact that you seem to be comfortable on camera, and the camera loves you, doesn’t hurt. You’re young and now very marketable.”

I shrugged. “Just tell me where and when.”

“We can get some other actors really get things going.” The governor suggested. “What about that actor, Ben Hardcastle, Mission Beach? He’d be great!”

Richard stood. “I’ll make some calls.” He hurried off.

“Ben Hardcastle?” I said. “Wasn’t he in Outback Blues?”

The governor nodded. “He began a new series for television. Mission Beach Patrol. Hardnosed cop, a resort town, crime…the brooding leading man. He’s at the top now.”

“Okay.” I nodded. Then looked at Rain. He was just sitting there, listening. “I’m sorry. We’ve been monopolizing the conversation. You aren’t forgotten.”

Rain smiled, but he lacked the sparkle in his eyes. “I know and I understand.” He held up his hands. “I knew this trip was about you. And I could compete with another person, but…I’m feeling like I’m going to have to compete with a whole country!”

I let my mouth drop. “Rain?”

He nodded. “I know…it doesn’t make sense. But now I see that you not only love them, but they also love you! And it’s supposed to happen, that’s why you’re here! I know! But…” He gave a consolatory nod. “It’s my problem and I will deal with it.” He got up. “Excuse me.”

The governor watched Rain leave and looked worried. “I hope we didn’t offend him.”

Rising myself I patted his arm in passing. “I don’t think so. I’ll deal with it.” I quickly followed Rain. This could be a problem.

Catching up with Rain, I stopped him. “Rain, I am sorry. I don’t know how to deal with this.”

“I don’t either.” Rain said angrily. “It’s stupid.” He paced a second in a little circle. “I’m feeling like a fifth wheel. I’m here, but not needed.”

“Not needed!?” I repeated incredulously. “You are the most needed person I have!” I assured. “Where is this coming from? I have one constant here and with the other cities we will be going to. You! Where ever this…Superpowerball takes me. You are the one person that remains here for me. Not needed? You most certainly are. By me!”

Rain bowed his head, closing his eyes. “How can I compete with Australia? I mean…” he struggled on. “This Hardcastle guy. You’re attracted to him.”

I threw my hands up. “Of course I am. Just like I’m attracted to Michael Weatherly from NCIS! But it’s never going to happen. It’s a fantasy!”

“I know!” Rain said angrier. “But a fantasy you can turn it into reality! They’d willingly give themselves to you.”

“He’s straight!!” I stated equally angry now.

“All men lie!” Hearing Lola’s words coming out of Rain’s mouth sent a chill down my back.

I froze.

But Rain caught what he’d said. “Oh, god.” He moaned and sat in one of the chairs, putting his head in his hands. “I didn’t realize Lola’s influence was so strong.” Then looked up, tears in his eyes. “I am so sorry.”

Kneeling in front of him, I put my hand on his face. “Did you lie when you said you loved me? Is this some elaborate ploy just to get to money I won? Were you just faking it?” I asked softly.

He grabbed my hand kissing it, shaking his head. “No, no, no.”

I smiled. “You’re a man. Can I believe you? All men lie.”

He nodded. “Please.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t lying when I say I love you. I don’t care about the money. It’s nice, but believe me, I love you.” He stood.

Kissing him. “Please believe me when I tell you I love you. In a couple of weeks, we’ll head off from Australia, but we should remain together, the same.” I pleaded. “If we break up now, all we’ve done is proven Lola right. I am committing to you now. I will never let you go, Rain. I swear it.” I hugged him tightly. “I fell in love with you. The real you. Trust me.”

Rain nodded hugging me back. “I do. I will.”

I took his hand and led him back to where the governor still waited. He stood when we entered the room again. “Is everything okay?”

Rain nodded. “Sorry about the crisis. We’re good.” He hugged me. “And we’re good.” He pointed to the governor and himself.

“Great!” The governor sighed with relief. He brightened. “You can be in the commercials, too!”

Rain’s eyes widened. “Me!? No, he’s…”

“No really.” The governor stopped Rain. “You’re both nice looking men. Seeing him will be great, but the two of you together, that would show we don’t care if you’re gay or anyone with any difference..”

Rain nodded. “We’ll see.”

Richard burst back in the room. “He’ll do it, but we need to go there.” He said breathlessly as if he’d run.

“Hardcastle?” I asked. Richard nodded.

“Where do we have to go?” Rain asked.

“North, to Queensland.” The governor answered. “When?” He asked Richard.

“Tomorrow.”

 

That night was busy. We were invited to the Opera House! And people came from all over Australia to be there. There wasn’t an empty seat! We were dressed in new tuxedos, I thought we made a good looking couple. Then the governor took the podium. The music began and I knew it well…so did everyone else. We sang Waltzing Matilda! The camera showed me singing just as hard as the others and also some people I was surprised were there. They had flown from Hollywood or wherever, but were Australian. Nicole Kidman, Hugh Jackson, Australian sports celebrities and others. They could see that I knew the song, too.

After the applause went down, the governor smiled. “When I heard that the winner of the Superpowerball was coming, I thought…big deal.” He shrugged. “Then I met Eric Mitchell.” He chuckled. “Never have I met an American that professed so much love for this country and her people. This man knows us, having never been here. Believe me, when I say, this man loves us. And it’s obvious. All of us. I gladly present, from the United States of America, the Luckiest Man on Earth, Eric Mitchell!”

The roar of applause and cheers became deafening. Rain grinned at me.

“They are your people.” Rain kissed me.

Going up, I felt a surge of excitement. I had to wait upon getting to the podium until the cheers slowed down. “Thank you, Governor Thomas,” I said that if it hadn’t been for the microphone no one would have heard. Looking at all the faces. Then at the House. I laughed. “All I did was put ten numbers on a card and now…I can’t believe I’m here! Here! In Sydney!!” That brought out new applause. “You can not know that I have dreamed of this since I was five years old. Watching an old television show imported from your wonderful country…” then I heard the music I remembered as the video screens above went to the show “Skippy.” The little kangaroo hopping across. “Skippy! Where did you dig that up from?” I laughed seeing the show’s introduction. “Of course, it’s your show, but…that was my first introduction to this wonderful world of Australia. Then Paul Hogan and discovering Australian Rule Football and camel racing!! I saw police dramas, military dramas that would rival, even surpass American dramas. I fell in love again and again with the stars of these shows. I would stare spellbound watching nature shows about the utterly unique wildlife here. About its people and history. That is how I fell completely in love with Australia where the women glow and the men thunder.” That again brought applause and cheers. “You have a beautiful country, one you should be proud of. I am just so thrilled to finally be Down Under!! Thank you for being so welcoming, I love Australa!!!!” Now the noise was truly deafening. No one was sitting.

When I returned to my seat, Rain was smiling from ear to ear. “You all but came over everyone! Great speech, though.”

I laughed at him. “And meant every word.”

“Who would have imagined? Last month I was an ex-grunt. Now, I’m with my boyfriend, the International Superstar.” Rain kissed me, and of course with the cameras on everyone, now focused on us. Kissing on the big screens and all over the world.

 

It was a late night, and the morning started off early. We were flown the distance to where they were filming Mission Beach Patrol. Ben Hardcastle was a beautiful man…to me. His rugged good looks were what had propelled him to be a star. Photogenic? Hell yes. Hard muscled and big! Well over six feet, an inch or two taller than Rain! I was in love with this man before, now even more so. But I had Rain now. We did what would be a one-minute commercial. Several different versions, some footage they could splice and cut. My favorite version was me singing the praises and telling why they, tourists, should visit. I was shown with a little joey kangaroo, climbing Uluru (Ayers Rock) and holding a baby Koala bear. Itsy. She was a sweetheart. Then dancing in a night club with Rain. There was me saying about the wonderful things to see and that you will always find the people receptive and friendly. Various women and men said “g’day” to the camera. Then how there was always someone to keep you company. The shot then was me with four beautiful women in bikinis, tanned and gorgeous. Then a man walks by in a swimsuit and loose beach shirt, showing his muscles, he lowered his sunglasses and jerks his head toward us to invite someone over to go with him. That was Ben. The girls started to move only he shook his head, looked and pointed at me where I pointed at myself with the “Me?” look. He nods and winked. I dropped the girls like hot potatoes taking after Ben in a run. The next shot was of us in a beachside tavern drinking beers and he barrel laughing at something I was saying. (Which was true. You know me by now. I can be serious, but why?) The commercial twist was his idea! Ben’s! Then the night coming on and we sat on the beach talking. (That was staged, but we did talk.) He was a great guy. Tempting, but two things, I was committed as I said and Ben was married. I insisted he come to the party on Friday with his wife. I had a great time.

Then we went to a preserve where I got to pet the kangaroo. Then go somewhere I met Itsy.

I was taken to a room, where a little koala sat in a basket with a blanket around her.

“This is Itsy.” The young woman introduced me and Rain as she picked the little koala up. “She’s not a year old, but she’s lost her mama, so we’re keeping an eye on her.” Then the woman smiled at me. “You want to hold her?”

“She is precious, are you sure she won’t be scared?” I asked reaching and scratched her head. But Itsy reached out, taking my arm and latched on. “I guess not.”

The woman laughed. “No, she’s used to human touches. Just be gentle and speak softly to her.”

I nodded. “Of course…” I took her. A little ball of gray fur clinging to me. And of course she would, that’s how they survived, clinging to trees, mothers anything to keep from falling. “Aren’t you cute?” I asked her softly. “Just adorable.” Itsy seemed to like my crooning and seemed to relax more. “She’s so sweet.” I grinned at Rain who was looking on smiling, almost too scared to touch her. “She’s so soft.” I indicated for Rain to feel, which he did hesitantly, his eyes grew with surprise and he rubbed her more.

“Of course.” The woman nodded. “She’s a baby.” Said it like it should be obvious.

The center we were in was dedicated to wildlife and koalas were just a part of what they had. I saw wallabies, a platypus and the other koalas making noises. Yes, they make noise. Itsy softly made a grunt, almost an oink. Especially when we got with the other koalas. But she didn’t want down, so I carried her. I hated to give her back, but we had to leave.

“Bye, Itsy.” I gave her back to the woman. “She is so adorable.” I ran my fingers over Itsy’s head. “I’ll see you again, Sweetie.”

 

Ayers Rock. Australia had a reputation for being hot, and it was Summer. So, yes, it was very, very hot. Forget the expensive clothing, we dressed to keep cool. But we got to the top! It was beautiful. Again with security and camera crews. Always. The only thing was the dark suits were out for the security personnel, shorts and t-shirts were the uniform of that day. Only their holsters and guns were still there. Even the camera crews were scarcer than they usually were. Still, they were right about Ayers Rock. The hype was true, the rock was never the same color twice.

The helicopter, which was air conditioned was a welcome thing. I was going to smell ripe when we got back. Richard came and his girlfriend. A raven-haired beauty named Samantha. I guess the women did glow down here.

Things sound great. And it was, mostly. Being treated like you were a big shot had its perks. But some of the world did not seem to be ready. Not for me. It was the night of the party and the people of Australia were quite the party makers. Even the Prime Minister came. The cuts for the tourism commercial were done and shown. And I would have other commercials to film. There were many celebrities again. Richard and his wife Amanda did show up as well as others. As well as the newest full back for the Hawthorne Hawks, Victor Lake! He was about my age and with a beautiful woman. They looked great together. Until we got alone.

Victor looked at me. “Just out of curiosity. If I can ask, how can you be happy with everyone knowing that you are involved with a man?”

I was not offended, but curious. “I am what I am, Vic.” I found it odd he would observe that part. “Why? This country is open to gay relationships.”

“Not totally and not for someone like me.” He shook his head. “It’s a slow going.” He grinned. “How would all the guys feel if a member of their gender came out. Stating he prefers men to women? I’m supposed to be…more. A role model.”

“And you still will be. Does it matter if you’re gay?” I asked and I knew it did to him. I sighed. “There will be some who won’t care. Others will and will never come around to this way of thinking. Whether you lie to protect yourself and those who love you, can you live with the lie yourself? I couldn’t.”

He chuckled. “I’ve done it for so long.”

“You let the cat out of the bag and it’s over.” I looked at him. “Or someone catches you. That’s up to you.”

 

It was the following week I got a letter. It was an official letter from the next city I was to visit. Richard had brought me the letter as it was sent to them, to give to me.

“So tell me, am I wrong?” I demanded waving the letter. “Tell me I misinterpreted the letter. In spite of the floral words, they’re telling me I’m not welcome.”

Richard frowned. “Well, technically they’re saying, Rain is not welcome.”

“And therefore, me.” I nodded. I was furious! “Who the fuck do these people think they are?”

Rain put his hand on my shoulder. “They think they’re in charge.” He stated calmly. “Because they are.”

“But not of me.” I spat angrily. “I’m putting this on the web. Let people see what has been said.” I looked at Richard. “Maybe talk to the people at large themselves on a news conference.” I looked at him. “What if I refuse to go?”

Richard nodded. “You can do that, but the contract states you must land in New Delhi.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” I grumbled. “Land, and then take off. We need to make sure the plane has enough fuel because we shouldn’t even buy from them.”

I did post the letter on the web and saw the replies. Numerous replies of all kinds, most agreed that I should not remain there. At the news conference, I addressed the people and the world.

“It is with regret, I must decline the invitation to New Delhi. As flowery as the letter is, the acceptance of an invitation would be agreeing that my life is wrong and I see their point. Which I don’t. Am I wrong?” I shrugged. “Maybe. But if I listen to you and do what you ask, I most definitely will be wrong. Your words were nicely put and nicely written, but you still passed judgment on me.” I sighed, then blew a breath in confusion. “I don’t understand. You chose to participate in this worldwide lottery, but you won’t accept the numbers judgment. You want the benefits, but anyone could have won. Anyone! Young, old, Christian, Muslim, Atheist, anyone. But I did.” Shaking my head. “Who am I? What power do I have?” Then I looked directly at the camera. “I am no one. I have no power. But guessing ten numbers in a row that fate, God, coincidence or karma choose to agree with me. The fact that you would allow me, but not someone I care about is a slap in my face and I will not allow that to slide untouched. This,” I waved the letter, “is nothing but ignorance.” I threw the letter on the floor. “I am no better than you, in fact, I admit to being just as bad. This form of pre-judgment is worldwide. Ignorance is no excuse. The facts are I know who I am and acknowledge that every day and decide that’s not how I want to be. History is full of prejudices. We, the descendants of British power are certainly not immune, in fact, we were the worst. Thinking that we were chosen by God and entitled to enslave whoever we encountered. The United States did it to the Native people who were there thousands of years before. We didn’t stop there, we went to other lands, taking people, that’s right we took people and made them slaves. Why? Because we saw they were different. Therefore they weren’t worthy to have a soul or simply be human beings. To think one man is better or worse than the other based on appearance or beliefs…it’s wrong. No one man is better or worse than the next. And as much as I love Australia and they did it to the peoples that were here for eons and even tried to eradicate them. I’m not stupid. But I make myself learn. And exposure is the best teacher.” I frowned at the camera. “Anyone, any country that refuses me, or Rain, or us as a couple can resend their invitations. I won’t be there. For the others who welcome difference with acceptance. I’ll be there.”

Well, that was the fly in their chardonnay. It was reported that shortly after my broadcast, cancellations on reservations, flights and events were being canceled. Messages from other people from that country were sent begging for me to reconsider. Some, who I knew were gay or lesbian, from that country applauded me. My reply was simple. No. The Superpowerball had left it to me. Just like everything else, it was my decision, come hell or high water. We would land in the western city of Australia of Darwin and top off the tanks, the land in New Delhi and leave for Johannesburg. Yep, South Africa! I had to find a replacement. No they weren’t that much better than New Delhi, but with the messages we received…and yes…because we were white probably counted. It would be a short stay once I said my peace about interracial relations. Nelson Mandela? Apartheid? They are changing, but we have a way to go…everywhere. I bid good-bye to Richard and promised to be in touch about the house. And don’t forget, there’s a mansion in Charleston and a hotel. Well, I got video conferences with both Kyle and Tom. But, I had to appear in different cities. I was going to buy that house. Perhaps I bought these things too fast, a hotel, improving the house. renovating said hotel and bought a second and expensive house in Australia, the old me was scared I was overspending. I checked the account almost daily. I was shown work that was going on, proposals. I saw that Pearl's caretaker’s cottage was progressing nicely. Her house was first. The grounds were being cleared and cleaned. I felt guilty that I wasn’t there helping, but this was a contracted tour! The main house was being gutted and the outer structure secured. The grounds were being walled in. A thick security wall. The hotel’s portion that had been shut off was being worked on, renovated and would be open first, then the rest of the hotel. We’ll get back to that later. We took off from Sydney and landed in Darwin, topped off the tank and flew to New Delhi. We landed, there was a group there at the airport, some with signs and I didn’t care. I felt bad for those that were there to support me, but as long as their politics were so strict, I couldn’t just come and be okay with it. I got off the plane with Rain holding hands, we stood on the tarmac where I grabbed Rain kissing him and rapping my arms around in a close hug and Rain returned it dipping me. "I love you Rain."

He chuckled. "I was happy kissing you, I love you, but I wanted to give them a clear fuck you."

I laughed, "I'd say we did."

Then we got back on the plane and took off again. This time we flew to Johannesburg. They were thrilled. From what I was told, they bid to have me, but with a limit of twenty-five cities, they had been removed. Well, here I was! They had the money all committed for my arrival before the Powerball said no to them. Johannesburg was a city and they seemed to like me. We only stayed three days, we toured, went on photographic safari and then flew on.

 

Swanky hotels and all that…it was great, but constant watching by security was getting to ware. It wasn’t their fault, they had a job to do. Being alone with Rain was the problem. But it was also hard for my security. I knew some were married and I tried to keep up with their birthdays, but I only knew if they told me. We were finishing up with Barcelona and I overheard Chet Dobbins talking on the phone.

“I will, Baby.” Chet said, very softly on phone line. “I’ll call you when we get to Paris. I love you, Honey.” He closed the phone ending his call, then sighed.

“What’s with him?” I asked Ned.

Ned looked up and then to Chet. “Oh, he’s got an anniversary coming up. He and his wife’s third anniversary. We’ll be in Paris, she’s teaching school, so…”

“Doesn’t he have the time?” I asked.

“Sure, but she doesn’t.” Ned shrugged. “She’ll be finished for the year in a month, but…time difference and travel. What’s the point?”

That would not do. I said nothing to anyone but found out where Amanda Dobbins worked and called the school.

When the receptionist answered, or whatever she was, she identified the school.

“Hi, Ms. Jacobs. I need to speak with Amanda Dobbins’ boss.” I started.

“Is there a problem?”

“Not at all…well, yes there is,” I said quickly. “I just…I need to speak with the person Ms. Dobbins boss.”

There was a pause. “Can I say who’s calling or what this is about?”

“This is Eric Mitchell. Her husband works security for the Powerball and working in Europe right now with me on our world tour.” I explaining.

“Is this a joke?” The woman asked testily.

“I assume you have caller ID?” I asked. “Check to see that this is an international call. Spain for the moment.”

There was a moment’s pause, I assumed she was doing just that. Looking. “It just says out of area.”

I frowned. “I see. Well, how about I have someone from the Powerball call you, they are in Manhattan. They could verify I am who I say I am.”

Now the woman was flustered. “Amanda’s boss is Marjorie Clary. Hold a moment.” Then some music came on. It only took a couple of minutes.

“Hello?” A voice came on, but not Ms. Jacobson. Female. “This is who?”

“Eric Mitchell,” I said. “Calling from Barcelona. I’m calling for an Amanda Dobbins.”

“Eric Mitchell? The Luckiest Man in the World!?” The voice asked in a stage whisper. Understood, but not loud. “You want to speak to Ms. Dobbins?”

“Not yet. I need to talk to you first.” I explained. “Chet, her husband is one of my security. He and his wife have an anniversary next week. Is it possible she could take a week off to come here? I know it’s the end of the year, but…”

“Ms. Dobbins can take what she needs, but policy puts a restriction on when…”

“If I were to donate something?” I asked.

“Donate? Like what?” She asked.

“What do you need?”

There was a slight pause. “We could use some new computers for the computer lab.”

“Done.” I said.

There was a gasp. “That isn’t just one computer.”

“I know. How many?”

“At least thirty.”

“Done.”

There was another gasp. “This must be a joke.”

I laughed. “Believe it. Chet is a great guy and he deserves to be happy. If this will help, I’m doing it. I’ll give you a name, Karen Walker at the Superpowerball. She will find out the kind of computers and needs, she will get with me and I’ll arrange it.”

“Mr. Mitchell…this is most generous.” Ms. Clary marveled. “Thank you.”

“I’ll have Ms. Walker call, ask for you and we’ll get this done. In the meantime, I need to speak with Amanda Dobbins.”

“Absolutely.” Ms. Clary assured.

Within a few minutes, I had spoken with Amanda, told her that a plane would be taking off from a private airport that I had gotten the plans to before I called. She sounded like a sweet girl, from Tennessee from the accent. She was thrilled! I made her swear not to let this plan out to anyone, especially not Chet. She agreed. In exchange for her silence, I was arranging a spa day, hair and outfit when she got to Paris and we would arrange her coming to him and where. When I hung up, I was attacked by Rain.

“I heard the whole thing.” Rain teased. “Gonna be Cupid?” He asked with a grin pinning my arms above me.

“Just pass the little arrow and bow.” I said. “Besides, the naked baby with the arrows already struck. You’ve seen how he changes when he talks to her. That man is in love. The tough guy persona goes and he talks softer. That man and the others are willing to put their lives on the line for me? I can help with their love lives….why not?”

Rain’s face softened as spoke in my ear. “Make love to me.”

I kissed him deeply. “I love you, Rain.”

He grinned. “I know. I love you.”

“I am the Luckiest Man in the World.” I said, "because I have you."

 

It was the next week, the day before their anniversary we had arranged to be walking down a particular street at a particular time. There were people on the streets, most wondered who we were…as was normal. Then it happened. This one woman walked up to our security.

“Gotta light, big boy?” She was blonde, her hair done and the new dress looked spectacular. She was a little heavy, not fat, pleasingly plump? She had the curves, I could see what he saw physically. The part that was amusing was she was all of five feet and five inches, he was six and a half feet tall and outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. She had to stand on tiptoe to reach him.

Chet stopped, stunned. “Amanda!?”

“Hey there, Sweetie.” She greeted him with a kiss that would melt any man.

“How…when…” Chet stammered, thrilled that she was here. “In Paris!! My God!!”

She laughed at his pleasure as he picked her up. No problem for him. “Blame your boss.”

“Ned?” Chet asked.

“No.” Amanda shook her head. “Eric!”

Chet looked at me. “You did this!?”

“Happy Anniversary.” I grinned at him.

“Eric had me picked up in a limo, flown to Paris in a private jet, got me a spa and makeover, new dress…a Paris original! He’s even booked us a room at a hotel for four days!” Amanda bragged.

Chet was so happy to see her and hearing all I had done, he turned. “Why?”

“Love is too precious to waste,” I answered. “You do a lot for me and I want you to know I appreciate it.”

“So…” Ned came up and produced a key. “Take your wife, this key and go spend the four days with her.”

“Room service is on me,” I explained.

To my shock, Chet walked over swiftly and bear hugged me. It almost hurt. Almost. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” then he kissed me on the cheek. Holding me out in front of him. “I’ll never forget this.” He grabbed Amanda’s hand and they were off.

Rain walked up next to me. “You did a great thing.”

I nodded with a smile at what I’d seen. “Still not convinced to have a relationship? Maybe get married.”

Rain looked at me. “I will if the right person asks me.”

“Would you marry me?”

Rain’s smiled softened. “Any time, anywhere. Yes.”

We found an exclusive jeweler in Paris and had two bands made, to be shipped to our next city for us.

 

After Paris was Rome, Athens, London, Oslo, Stockholm, Helsinki, and St. Petersburg. Now in St. Petersburg there was a large Russian man who thought he was in love with me. I mean grizzly bear big, bigger than Rain, bigger than Ned or any of his men. In fact, it took almost all of them to bring the Russian down! The man was dangerous only in that he refused to take no for an answer. I never felt threatened by the man, but he spoke broken English at best and I couldn’t get him to understand! Then Toronto and then back to the United States for fueling then to Mexico City. Then there was Rio. Now that city stay will follow Rain and me forever. I knew it was going to happen. Rain and I saw this nude beach. We shrugged saying it was bound to happen, so, off it all came. There were photos taken by a high powered lens posted all over the internet. Thank god we had a trainer with us now, we looked to be in good shape after all that rich food. Next was Buenos Aires and Lima. I don’t care that we nearly always stayed in suites, I don’t care that we were treated like royalty. I did stay in a palace in Vienna and one in St. Petersburg. But I was damned glad to be home!

It was December, soon to be Christmas. The year had been grueling. I did commercials, a lot of commercials and in a lot of languages. I met kings and queens. Spain, France, Norway, Sweden and England!! It was exhausting! But at last we landed in Charleston!