BAD!

In writing my book, I thought that I might share some excerpts from it from time to time so that you might get an idea as to what it might be about. ALL of the people and situations are true although , I have changed their identity and circumstances so that they are unidentifiable. If you think you can see yourself or someone that you know in these excerpts, I assure you that it isn't you or them. But, hay! One never knows.

Bad!

When I lived in New York City, I made friends with a couple. Actually with Rosemary. She was French and spent her summers in the Hamptons. She would come into the city for hair color and cuts at Pierre Michael, where I was a stylist. I was immediately attracted to her and knew that we had to become friends. Rosemary was tall, blonde and one could tell, a fading beauty. John was visiting the salon with Hana in tow one summer day, as he did quite often. Rosemary was in my chair and they struck up a conversation. Soon they were laughing and chatting! It seemed that I was right. She was the perfect female friend for our unusual gay family to have. Her husband, Pierre (not as in "Michael"), was an ordinary- looking man, pale and hairless and quite successful. He built huge custom homes outside of Paris in a suburb, Marne La Coquette. They had a magnificent home in Marne that they bought several years before we met, part of a large estate that had been divided into five-acre lots.


On our first visit to La Mason DuPont, Rosemary and Pierre took us to great restaurants always embarrassed by my complaint about what the French did with a vodka martini. They could never get it right and I would be a pest in sending it back until I realized that I was not going to win this war and started to order the ingredients to mix myself at the table. They were relieved as I would no longer embarrass them at their favorite restaurants.


John, Hana and I would spend some time during the summer at the Hamptons. Sometimes at the DuPonts’ home, a stunning farmhouse that Pierre had built in East Hampton. Pierre must have extensively researched American farmhouses to be able to create this amazing mansion. From the outside, it looked like a large but modest farmhouse due to the oversized windows that made the house look to scale but inside, the place was huge. We entered by a side door that led into a mud room. Straight ahead was a great room with a kitchen on one side and a counter that separated the living area from the kitchen area. Walking further was a dining room with a table that sat twelve chairs around it, then a stairwell that was quite "grand" but not ornate at all, then another living room, then a small study and finely a sunroom. Upstairs were seven bedrooms, all very well appointed and all large. The master bedroom had Pierre's dressing room and Rosemary’s separated by a bathroom. Grand was an understatement! Smaller than their Marne home but still huge, this house was more contemporary in convenience as well as design than the other. Other times we would stay at one of the inns in East Hampton or Watermill.


Rosemary would always arrive a few days before Pierre or their three children when they were spending time in the Hamptons. She would say she was “getting the house ready" for the stay. Sometimes they would stay just a month, return to Marne and then come back to the Hamptons after a week or two. Sometimes Rosemary would come alone, just to get a rest from the kids, whom she adored. All of them were young adults, the eldest being twenty-four and the youngest nineteen. Sometimes, the kids would stay in Marne with Pierre as they "didn't want to leave their friends".


Pete was the "caretaker" at the Hamptons farmhouse. A tall African-American with a body to die for, long sexy wavy hair and a handsome face. He was in his prime, around forty-five. When they weren’t there, Pete would take care of the house as well as other houses that seemed to belong only to the French friends that had settled close to the DuPonts. Rosemary was their connection to Pete. She even gave him a cell phone just for the purpose of staying in-touch with her when she was not in the Hamptons.


John and Rosemary had an unusual relationship. They were like girlfriends, so close they would share secrets. One night, John and Rosemary went into town to get dinner. A few days later John said " I have something to tell you. You have to promise that you won't say a thing to anyone about this.'” So, I promised and then he said, "You'll never guess what I have to tell you.”


I thought of what might be the most ridiculous thing that could happen, so I said “Rosemary is having an affair with Pete.” John’s amazed response was, "How did you know?”


He and I had been friends with the DuPonts for years before the secret came out. Rosemary had put on weight, and her face had gotten older /more saggy (she was afraid of plastic surgery). Just not the mate one would think that Pete would choose. Although, when they fist met, she might have been attractive enough for a man in his thirties to want to fuck.


While Pierre was building the house, Pete would be in France visiting, or "visiting!” Even when Pierre was in Marne, He would, from time to time, be a guest at their home as well (of course Pierre and the kids would be working or at school during the day, allowing the two lovers to play). Rosemary had other secrets, like handcuffs, leather, dildos and similar equipment that she shared with John. Too bad I wasn't supposed to know. I wondered why she didn't want me to know. Was this a way of being "intimate" with John, or did she think that I might disapprove? Or maybe she imagined that someday I might write a book and put her in it.