This week I'm continuing with last week's story Lizzie's New Dad. After Lizzie arranged for her father Ace to meet Mason on a blind date on September 10, 2011 Ace, although hesitant, finds he likes Mason. They agree to spend the night together. This week's Thrill Twelve Fifth Avenue Greenwich Village starts on September 11, 2011.
When Mason dropped Ace off at his flat in the morning, Ace responded to his blind date’s request for a second date. “Yes, of course, I’d like to see you again. When and where?”
“How about tonight? You have to wake early, but I’ll make it worth your time.”
“You’re forgetting about Lexie. She’s only fourteen. How about Friday?”
“You’re going to be a hard man to please, but okay. I’ll have to find someone who can babysit, I should say teenage sit. I’ll call you tonight. I’m working early today. Or, you can call me when you get home.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Ace kissed Mason and jumped out of the car. He had just enough time to check on Lexie, shower, change his clothes, and commute to work at the North Tower of the World Trade Center.
Spending three hours finishing chapter three of the rough draft for his latest manuscript, Mason took a break. He turned on the television for company. News of an airplane crashing into the South Tower of the World Trade Center broke. Later another plane crashed into the North Tower.
Astounded by the reports Mason didn’t immediately remember Ace mentioning he worked in the World Trade Center. Then it dawned."But which tower did he work in?" He asked aloud. He hurried to his car and rushed there despite the traffic congestion. On the way he called Ace’s home. There was no response.
When he arrived, the surrounding area around the Trade Center was blocked by barriers and police. He listened to accounts of those escaping related. Realizing he left Ace’s cell number in the pants he wore the previous night and wouldn’t be able to find out much more in all the chaos and smoke, he went back to his brownstone apartment building.
Anxiously he called when arriving home. He connected only to Ace’s answering device. Mason changed his clothes and poured a stiff bourbon and water.
After another half hour he called again. “I was worried about you. Are you alright?” He asked talking to Ace, at last.
“I’m on my way home. It’s just crazy down there. So many hurt.”
“What floor were you on?”
“Sixty-ninth. The building swayed and threw everyone across the room. I have to see about Lexie. She will be worried. I’ll call you.”
"Do you want me to come over?”
“No. Not now.” Ace hung up.
Two hours passed. Mason questioned whether Ace would come at all, until he heard from him.
“Lexie will stay with her friend again tonight. I told her I needed some time. I’ll take a cab.”
“I’ll have a cocktail waiting.”
“Thanks, I need that. What’s your Address? I forgot to write it down.”
“Twelve Fifth Avenue.”
When he arrived, Ace appeared disheveled and stressed. “Let me sit and have that drink.”
Mason handed him a chilled martini. Drinking it down in thirty seconds, he asked a favor. “Can we go for a walk? I know it’s dark, but I need some fresh air.”
“Sure. Washington Park is just a couple of blocks away. You are going to spend the night?”
“Well, of course, if you’ll have me.”
Mason smiled, nodding his head. “Let’s go.”
Strolling under the Arc du Triumph, Mason queried Ace’s agenda for the following day.
“I have none. There’s no office to go to. I’d like to spend it with you. Am I rushing you?”
“I have a secret; twelve Fifth Avenue is going to be your second home.”
Mason wrapped his arm around Ace’s shoulder. “Let’s see what the true New Yorkers are doing tonight.”
The fountain’s water surged in the lights, falling in a plume to drench the surface below. A few young couples sat soaking their feet in the murky, dark green water. Musicians touted their talents all in discord with the troubling events of the day.
Walking to the dog run, Ace speculated an interest. “Ever feel like getting a dog?”
“Yes, but it takes two to care for one. At least that’s my belief.”
“You ready to go back to twelve Fifth Avenue?”
“Is that a proposition?”
“It is if you like it.” Mason’s hand groped Ace’s crotch, while the other hand spanked his ass.
“Ooo, you’re the kind of guy I want.” Ace grabbed his friend by his shoulders, pulling him close. “I’m horny as hell. Do you think you can cure that?”
“I can give it a try, if you’re man enough.”
“Talk dirty to me, please. I love it.”
“Come on let’s go back.” Mason led him by his hand, setting a very rapid pace; Ace barely was able to match.
When they reached the front doors of the apartment building, Mason began to undress Ace, unbuttoning his shirt first. Then he unclasped his belt, proceeding to unzip his jeans, and reach beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Ace could only burst out laughing, enjoying the attention he, desperately, missed.
Before Mason could put the key into the lock of his door, their trousers straddled their ankles on the floor. Their shirts hung precariously from their arms.
Mason slammed the door behind them, dropping Ace on the carpeted floor of the hallway.
“Are we going to do it here?” Ace questioned apprehensively.
“Why not? You’re a man in need and I aim to please. Welcome to twelve Fifth Avenue Greenwich Village. You are my prisoner here.”