Picture Perfect 116
Peter followed Dan into the cabin “Who was that?” He asked as Dan opened the door.
“Someone who nows knows the power of the harness. That was hilarious.” Dan flopped on the bed with his hands behind his head.
Peter found a spot on the desk for the flowers.
“For the sweetest kiss.” Peter read the note. “Kiss?”
“Yes – in the parking garage.” Dan laughed as he explained it. “A lingering one mind you but that was all. I only enjoy public sex if there’s a hidden camera somewhere. Or if it had been you, we might have buckled a car hood or two.””
“Thank you, sir.” Peter knelt and removed Dan’s shoes. He undid Dan’s pants and pulled them off. “May I, Sir?” he asked.
Peter buried his face in Dan’s crotch. Pulling and biting at Dan’s underwear. “Someone didn’t have time for a shower this morning.”
“You should know.”
“Sweaty but clean.” Peter pushed the head of Dan’s cock to just above the underwear waistband and began to lick and suck it. “Mmm.”
“Fuck, that feels so good.” Dan thrust his hips so that his cock was deep in Peter’s throat.
Peter gagged on the sudden thrust.
“Choke on it.” Dan held Peter so he couldn’t pull away. “You like to choke on me, don’t you?” He loosened his grip on Peter’s head.
“Uh huh, Sir. I was dreaming about that the whole flight.”
“That’s not a harness. It’s a dream catcher.” Dan stood and kissed Peter.
His cell buzzed. It was Jeremy.
Peter unpacked his clothes and dangled things in front of Dan.
“I’m busy at the moment.” Dan attempted to grab the jockstrap Peter held up. “Yes the flowers arrived … I haven’t been avoiding you, just your fan base. I have to go. Yes I’ll be at the the premier this afternoon. Bye.”
He ended the call.
“Mr. Moxham I presume.” Peter said.
“Who else. He has his image to think of. I get that. Hiding isn’t my style.”
“Aren’t you hiding me from him. My house sitter. My house mate. My coffee delivery boy.”
“I’m just trying to be tactful. Do you mind?”
“It depends on what you mean by mind. No. In fact I kind of find it a bit of a turn on to be your secret mistress. Especially when you’re keeping me a secret from a dashing millionaire playboy who is in turn keeping his own secrets. It’s like being in a soap opera written Escher.”
“At least I won’t panic with you beside me in a harness as my date. I can’t show up anywhere beside Jeremy as his date. Now where we?” Dan pulled Peter to him.
“About to hit the showers after my long exhausting cross country travels.” Peter said. “I can wash your back.”
“I hope they have enough hot water.” Dan dropped his shirt on the bed.
“I hope they have enough towels.” Peter followed Dan into the bathroom.
“If not I can use your jock straps to dry off with.”
Quintex’s special showing of the 100 Years of Chamberlain was at the Cineplex on Trinity Drive. Invitation only.
When Dan & Peter arrived the lobby was crowded with QTel executives. Baxter introduced him to the crew from the 100 Years. They were given bags of pop corn.
Jeremy as the executive producer of 100 Years said a few words about the production, about how much everyone enjoyed working on it, and how delighted he was to learn something new about the history of Canada. There was applause at the right moments.
He introduced John Kilpatrick who said pretty much the same things about how working with QTel was a great cognation of his history hosting Cold Canada. Then Winston Chamberlain said how was thrilled he was to share the magic the Chamberlains had created for the public over the last one hundred years.
The lights dimmed and the program started. After first few minutes Dan tuned out what he was seeing. If the calliope soundtrack volume was a little lower he might have fallen asleep. He sorted through his memories of the interviews, the pictures he had seen, the reports about death that summer, transient populations that summer, his family’s moves that summer. There had to be some connection he was missing. That everyone were missing. Or was there yet another piece to this puzzle.
His attention was pulled back to the show as the narrator said, “It was during the 80’s that the Carnival went though difficult times.”
He recognized the voice as Winston Chamberlain.
“Thanks to the popularity of video games, video movies, even video arcades – yes one could say Video tried to kill the carnival – attendance dropped off. We tried different themes each year. Some worked, some were unsuccessful but all were creatively satisfying.
‘In the summer of 1984 we toured the Tut-Mania side show.”
As Winston spoke there were home movie images of belly dancers, snakes, and the fake Tut exhibits. A sarcophagus with several mummies arranged around it, artifacts. “We dressed our tour guides as Cleopatra’s handmaidens.”
“That’s her!” Dan exclaimed aloud, then covered his mouth. It was the woman wielding the whip in his Dad’s photos. She was on screen for less than thirty seconds and never appeared again.
The documentary came an end. It was more or less an advertisement for the Museum. The closing credits were so fast and cluttered he couldn’t see who at Quintex was the main researcher. He’d have to ask Stephanie is she knew.
“What did you think?” Cameron asked him as they left the theatre.
“Archival footage is always fascinating.” Dan said. “I always want more of that.”
“Makes them sound like one big happy family of saints determined to bring entertainment to the deprived people of the Maritimes.” Cameron said.
“What did you expect?” Stephanie asked. “It’s not an expose. We don’t do that sort of thing, anyway.”
“Unless there are children involved.” Dan said.
“Cold Canada is a different thing.” she said. “It digs for facts not conclusions.”
“Then the editors shape the facts to suggest conclusions.” Peter said.
“At least they like to spread the blame around.” Stephanie said. “Legal won’t let us point directly at one person anyway.”
“Or Winston Chamberlain probably wouldn’t have been so eager to have this profile of the 100 years.” Dan said. “There was no mention of the hand-job maidens.”
“Was it you who said ‘that’s her?’.” Cameron asked. “Sounded like you.”
“Yes. I’m not sure but one of the pictures looks like a woman in one of the family photos I examined for the show. I can’t say for sure it was only on for a few seconds.”
“She’s significant in some why?” Stephanie asked.
“Perhaps.” Dan said. He hadn’t told anyone connected with the show about his Dad’s racy pictures.
“Our research department will have the original footage, so you can check with them for a better and perhaps more extensive look. The shows only use about twenty percent of the materials collected.”
“I’ll do that when we get back to Toronto. Let’s check out the exhibits at the museum.”
“We can check out the hand-job maidens.” Cameron said.