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The Lloyd King Story
By Ron Robbins,
edited by Frank Perry
©2009 All rights reserved
Randy was on the telephone when Lloyd
returned to the den. Lloyd went into the dressing room, undressed and donned his
robe. He took out two fluted wine glasses and filled them with white wine, took
them into the living room and waited for Randy to join him.
Randy had also changed into his robe and
snuggled up next to Lloyd on the sofa.
"Sorry I was so long, baby. That was my
mother on the phone. Looks like you were well received at brunch today. My
mother prides herself on being the perfect hostess. She has always invited new
and interesting people to her little gatherings. I was right about one thing; my
mother thinks you're delightful. She spent ten minutes singing your praises.
God, she should only see you naked in bed, and then she would see what her son
is singing about."
Lloyd kissed Randy on the cheek, "Thank you,
dear, now I want you to finish your story about Curtis. You left off where the
lawyer had given you the two envelopes and asked you to get back to him."
"That's right. You couldn't begin to imagine
the thoughts that were racing through my mind that day. True, I was rested and
somewhat adjusted after my three month vacation. But I was not over Curtis's
death. I loved him so much, and I was hurt that he shut me out of his life. Poor
Curtis, he had to be going through hell during those days. We were always close;
at least we were until I married Dotty. It seemed as if all those intimate times
we shared together meant nothing. That tore me apart more than anything else."
"I hurried back to my office to open the
sealed envelopes. Inside the first one was a smaller envelope containing a set
of safety deposit keys. The second contained a hand written letter from Curtis.
The letter was dated one week before his death. It was long, and the most
depressing letter I have ever read. I was not prepared for his startling
"Curtis admitted he was a homosexual, and a
very unhappy and lonely man. His search for a loving partner eluded him. He
firmly believed that a deep and lasting relationship would never happen for him.
That didn't stop him from jumping every attractive gay man in sight. According
to him, he became addicted to sex and spent years experimenting with every
possible sexual fantasy and social drug imaginable. He finally had enough and
threw in the towel."
"The only trouble was, by that time it was
too late. Curtis had a full-blown case of AIDS. His doctors tried every new drug
and treatment on the market to prolong his life, but to no avail. They gave him
less than three months to live. He hastened to assured me that I had nothing to
fear since I was his first and only sexual partner after discovering he was
"Even more shocking was the news he revealed
about my wife, Dotty. He told me she was a regular visitor to the seedy haunts
of East Village. It seems she was into kinky sex. She hung around with two good
looking black dudes. He was sorry to be the one to tell me, but he was afraid
she might infect me with AIDS. He felt he had to warn me before it was too
"Curtis suggested that I waste no time hiring
a private detective agency to get the goods on Dotty, even if I didn't decide to
divorce her. Hence the reason for the five-year clause in his will."
"He included a letter to the folks explaining
his sexual orientation and the reason why he took his own life."
"The keys were to two-safety deposit boxes
located at different banks. The accounts were registered in both of our names. I
had forgotten that he had me sign the cards for joint safety deposit boxes years
ago and never thought about them until that moment. He told me to remove
everything from the boxes and to let the rental on the boxes lapse."
"Naturally, I headed to the first bank that
same afternoon where I found ten million dollars worth of bearer bonds. The note
attached said Grandmother had given them to him three years ago. He hoped I
would put them to good use. I emptied the box and placed them in my own safety
deposit box. The following morning, I went to the second bank and opened that
safety deposit box. I found a single envelope addressed to me. My legs began to
shake, and I had to sit down to read the note. He had enclosed an original bank
document made out to me for two numbered Swiss bank accounts. Curtis attached
the two sets of code numbers as well. The two accounts each contained 125
million in tax free dollars. The box also contained a beautiful gold chain and
cross. In the note he asked that I insert his ashes in the hollow recess of the
cross and wear it around my neck in memory of him. Curtis begged my forgiveness
for not taking me into his confidence, but knowing me as he did, he knew I would
try to stop him from taking his own life."
The tears began to run down Randy's cheeks as
he continued with his story.
"He wrote that he always loved me and his
search for a lover could never replace the loving relationship he found with me.
Curtis also said the reason he couldn't have sex with me ever again was because
he discovered he was HIV positive and didn't want to expose me to the disease.
It wasn't because he didn't want to. He regretted leaving me alone in this life
without his protection. I thought the worst of the pain I suffered over his loss
was over. But it became unbearable after reading his letter. I realized more
than ever how much I loved Curtis."
"My next step was to take the action he
suggested regarding Dottie's infidelity. I hired a private detective agency to
find out if Dotty was fooling around. Dotty was always so enchanting and sweet.
She was a beautiful woman, the kind of woman you always feel like you want to
protect. I was infatuated with her from the beginning. I could do nothing wrong
in her eyes. She made me feel marvelous and she could never do enough for me."
"Dotty's roots were in a fine old Southern
family that knew how to hold on to their money. Socially it was a good match.
Sex-wise she was frigid and turned me off. As the marriage wore on Dotty decided
it would be better to have separate rooms and have sex when around her time of
the month. Except for the sex thing we got along okay. I stopped having sex with
Dotty for good after several unsuccessful tries at lovemaking sessions. Having
sex with her became an ordeal after a while. So much so that I couldn't get an
erection, no matter how much I tried."
"The report from the investigator confirmed
what Curtis had told me in his letter. My sweet little wife had leased a little
love nest in the village and was supporting the two young black dudes. I could
not believe the video tapes and the photos the detective had taken. Dotty was a
hot little nymphomaniac who could not get enough. I saw her taking on two guys
at once and enjoying every minute."
"The first thing I did after watching those
videos was to have a blood test to make sure I hadn't caught anything from her.
Fortunately for me I was clean. My next step was to hire the best divorce lawyer
I could find to handle my case. He also happened to be a friend of the family.
After viewing the tapes he took on the case. He suggested that I remove
everything I wanted from our home in Connecticut before she was served any
papers. He also suggested that I move any of my cash and assets to an offshore
bank where it couldn't be traced. He told me to let her keep the house and its
contents, and the two hundred thousand dollars in our joint checking account to
make it look good in the papers."
"The investigators learned that Dotty was in
the habit of inviting her playmates to our house when I was out of town on an
extended trip. My attorney felt we could have an airtight case if we could catch
her in the act in our home with her playmates. The attorney worked it out with
my detective and the trap was set. The cameras and recording equipment were in
"I told Dotty that I would be out of town for
a week and left on Sunday evening. The next day her friends arrived at the house
for a week of fun and games. When we arrived on the scene Monday afternoon,
Dotty and her boys were stoned out of their minds and having a good old time in
her bedroom. We walked in on them and snapped a few photographs of them in
action. When it finally registered on her what was going on she became quite
ugly. The boyfriends were so stoned they didn't care. The detectives got rid of
the playmates and left us alone, just me, my lawyer and Dotty."
"Dotty began to realize the seriousness of
her situation and became foul mouthed and even more abusive. The language she
used shocked me. She called me every dirty name in her large vocabulary. Then
she made some personal comments that really hurt. She exposed Curtis as a big
queen that screwed every guy in sight. Dotty accused me of being a wimp and a
queer just like my brother, and useless in bed. That was her excuse for needing
to find an outlet for her sexual needs. At that point, the only feeling I had
for her was contempt."
"I asked the lawyer to have her sign the
papers for the uncontested divorce. She point blank refused to sign any papers
then, or in the future. At that point I asked the lawyer to leave the papers and
wait for me in the living room. I asked the detective to remove his equipment
and wait for me."
"I waited until I was alone to have my little
talk with Dotty."
" 'Listen to me you dirty little tramp,
because I'm only going to say this once. I never want to see you, or hear from
you again. If you don't sign the papers I plan to make copies of the video tapes
of you and your playmates and distribute them to your family and socialite
friends. I will also see that all the sleazy newspapers and porn magazines get
photographs of your performance with your two playmates. Furthermore, if you
ever open that filthy mouth of yours and utter one disparaging word against me,
or my brother, I will find you wherever you're hiding and disfigure you in such
a way that no one, black or white would look at you without throwing up. Another
thing, the only reason I could never have satisfied you in bed is because I'm
not black. I'm giving you a choice, which you never gave me. What's it going to
"Needless to say she signed the papers and we
left. I never saw Dotty again after that. I found out later that she sold our
house and moved back to Virginia."
"I moved back home with my folks in
Greenwich. Curtis's death was still vivid in my memory and I was still very
depressed over the loss of him. The situation with Dotty didn't boost my ego any
either. I began having trouble sleeping. I'd wake up in the middle of the night
and couldn't go back to sleep. I always kept coming back to the last night
Curtis and I spent together. I withdrew from the world. I had no desire to speak
to people and after a while I never left the bedroom suite. Curtis was with me
in that suite; I would recall all the wonderful times we had together growing
up. Then I stopped eating and could only sleep when I was exhausted and my brain
"This went on for over a month until the
housekeeper told my Dad what was going on. He rushed home, took one look at me
and called in our family internist who gave me prescriptions for an
anti-depressant and sleeping pills to take before bedtime. They seemed to help a
little, except I still kept waking up every few hours in the middle of the
"Then the next thing I remember was waking up
in a strange room and feeling very hungry. I tried to get up but realized I was
restrained. I yelled for someone to help me and an orderly appeared."
" 'Good morning, Randy' , he said,
'is there anything I can get you this morning?' "
"I told him I was starved and would like to
" 'Yes sir, I'll be right back with your
" 'Hold on a minute. I want you to remove
whatever it is you've got me in.' "
" 'Let me call your nurse and you can
explain that to him.' "
"Ten minutes later a male nurse accompanied
by a doctor entered my room. Doctor Howell introduced himself as my personal
physician. 'I understand you asked that the restraints be removed, and that
you are hungry and want to eat breakfast?' "
" 'That's correct, doctor. Do you mind
telling me where I am, and why I am being restrained?' "
"He proceeded to tell me I was in the
Greenwich Mental Health Center and that I was restrained because they were
afraid I would hurt myself if I tried to get out of bed on my own."
" 'Can you tell me the last thing you
remember, Randy?' the doctor asked."
" 'The last thing I remember was that I
was in my bedroom at home.' "
" 'I see, well maybe its time to remove
your restraints. Nurse, help me with this sheet.' "
" 'Would you like to stand up, Randy?'
"I tried to move, but I could hardly sit up.
'What's wrong with me Dr. Howell? Why do I feel so weak?' "
" 'You've been in a coma, Randy.' "
" 'I don't believe you.' "
" 'Take my word for it, Randy. It's a long
story and we can talk about it after you have a shower and something to eat.'
"I was wheeled into Dr. Howell's office later
" 'I can't believe I've been in this
hospital for all this time' , I said. 'What happened to me?' "
" 'Don't try to figure it out, Randy'
, Dr. Howell said. 'Be thankful your brain has cleared and you are back among
the living. Don't you remember hearing any disturbing noises or voices at all?'
" 'Vaguely, I remember people speaking to
me, but I didn't understand why they were in my bedroom.' "
" 'What you heard was our staff people
trying to get your attention. The problem stems from your deep depression and
your overdose of drugs. I'm sure you were unaware the number of pills you had
taken, but it was enough to cause a chemical imbalance in your brain. The brain
is a complex organ, Randy, and we can never predict how it will react to a
combination of severe depression and medication. Every patient is different, in
your case it took a while.' "
" 'You are not out of the woods yet,
Randy. I'm placing you on a special program to build up your body and to clear
up your depression at the same time.' "
" 'You will meet with me every day to
discuss your mental problems while the physical therapist works on your body.'
"My therapy continued for another three
months. I reached the point where I accepted the fact that I was not guilty for
Curtis' death. Funny thing was that Dottie's remarks were on target about my
being a homosexual."
"He finally got around to explaining my
feelings the last time we had that encounter in New York six years ago. I
realized what that was all about. Dr. Howell asked me one time how I would feel
if you walked back into my life again?"
"That was six months ago," Randy said. "The
bad dreams faded and the depression ended when you came back into my life four
"My God, you poor baby. I feel so sorry for
Curtis, he was really a gentle soul that needed a lot of love and understanding.
How tragic! Was this the mental problem that you couldn't tell me about?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Why don't you wear the cross Curtis gave
"I've never been able to find it since I
returned from the hospital."
"Did you ever give the second letter to your
"No, but I did tell them about why Curtis
took his own life. Oddly enough they were relieved that he hadn't suffered a
long and painful death."
Lloyd turned to Randy and kissed him, "I'm so
sorry you had to suffer alone for so long. We have each other now and the worst
parts of our lives are behind us. We're young and have a whole lifetime ahead of
us to repair the damage."
"Come my little one, it time to go to bed. We
have a busy week ahead of us."
• • • • • • • • • •
The next morning they went their separate
ways. Randy went to the duplex to unload the clothes, and Lloyd to his office.
Randy spent the entire morning on the
telephone with lawyers, movers, and cleaning contractors. He called Kim Lee, his
house manager to tell him that he needed his help to organize the duplex.
Telling him bring the clothes he would need for the next two weeks. He also
notified the rental company to remove the furniture that afternoon. The storage
warehouse arranged delivery, unpacking of the furniture and hanging the
paintings in two days.
Kim arrived in town that afternoon with a
portion of Randy's wardrobe.
"Will you and Mr. King be living together
from now on boss?" Kim asked.
"Yes, Kim, he is my spouse and we will be
living together from now on. You can put some clothes in one of the spare
bedrooms for the sake of appearance, both here and at Waterview."
"No problem, boss, I'll take care of
"Thanks, Kim, you're a good man," Randy said.
"Please arrange with the agency to find us your clone to take care of this
place. Don't forget he must have martial arts training."
"Don't worry, boss, I'll take care of
everything and I'll come in town to train him."
"Thanks, Kim, I can always rely on you. Are
you sure I'm paying you enough?"
Kim laughed, "Yes, sir, very well. Your business manager just
gave me another raise. Don't forget to try out our new restaurant on West 46th
"That's right," Randy said. "Tell you what;
make reservations for the three of us to have dinner there Friday night."
"Yes, sir, that will shake the staff up," Kim
said. "Both bosses eating in the restaurant at the same time."
"Don't forget, Kim, when we are out on a
social evening its Randy and Lloyd."
"Yes, sir, I try and remember. You know, my
nephew from Hong Kong, is assistant manager at our new restaurant. He's a good
all around man, college graduate and all that, but he's not happy with the
restaurant business. He has all the qualifications you need here. I would like
to recommend him for the position. He's a good cook, but he needs a little
training on how to manage a house. If you let me train him, he will be a good
"If you say he is good, then I'm sure he is.
But if he's an assistant manager at the restaurant, why would he leave that
position and work for Lloyd and me? Don't you think this job would be a step
backward for him? Do you think he would be comfortable working for a gay
"No problem there. Robert is gay, that's why
I suggested him. He's smart, clean cut and drug free. His heart is not in the
restaurant business. We need an assistant manager whose heart is in the
business. We would have to demote Robert anyway if he stays. I know he would
prefer waiting on tables again. If you have a small room he can live in at the
duplex, I'm sure you can pay him less?"
"You talk to him and see if he's interested
in the job first," Randy said. "If so, I'll ask Lloyd if he wants to interview
him on Wednesday night."
"Sounds like a winner boss; I'll have this
duplex whipped into shape."
"He is very British, our Robert. I call him
Bobby just to shake him up. I've seen him in action and he is fast and deadly.
You don't get a second chance with him, a regular Bruce Lee."
"You've not had a chance to talk to Lloyd,
but I'm sure you'll get along just fine. Incidentally, this is Lloyd's duplex
now. He's the boss here; he's a gourmet cook, so the two should get along."
"Mr. Lloyd is a fine gentleman, boss. I knew
that when he came to the house," Kim said. "He sure has done wonders for you,
boss. You're your old self again. Mr. Lloyd is good for you."
"Yes, he is a great person and has been good
luck for me Kim. And you're right; I do feel like my old self again."
Lloyd worked late again at the office and
didn't get in until ten thirty and found Randy was already in bed asleep. He
took a shower, brushed his teeth and climbed into bed, snuggling up close to
Randy. Randy unconsciously wrapped his arms around Lloyd without waking.
In the morning, Randy was up at six, showered
and dressed for the office. He made a pot of tea and read the note Lloyd had
tacked to the fridge asking him to wake him at seven. He had his cup of tea and
read the Wall Street Journal until seven. He sat down on the bed next to
Lloyd and stroked his hair until he awoke.
Lloyd smiled at Randy.
"Good morning, handsome," Randy said. "Sorry
I got home so late last night. That's what happens when I take a day off."
Randy kissed Lloyd, "You'd better get that
cute little butt of yours in gear, because we have a lot to talk about before
you leave for the office this morning."
Randy cut up some oranges and squeezed fresh
juice for Lloyd. He filled two bowls with cereal and set two places in the
dining room for breakfast.
"Tell me what I missed yesterday?" Lloyd
"Before I forget, you must show me what
furniture you want moved to the duplex, and how you want Kim to set up your
kitchen. The movers will be here tomorrow morning to pack and move everything.
Kim will be here to supervise."
"I want you to promise me that you will be at
the duplex at six o'clock tomorrow night to celebrate our first night in your
new home," Lloyd said.
"Kim would like you to interview his nephew
as a possible candidate for our house manager. You can meet him tomorrow night
at our new restaurant. Kim has also interviewed several agency people and is not
at all pleased. If that's okay with you, he'll set it up for tomorrow night. If
you approve of him, Kim has promised to train him. What do you say, honey?"
"I promise to be home tomorrow night by six
o'clock. I'm so excited about moving. You are absolutely a prince for handling
everything so efficiently. Looks like I married a talented manager, as well as a
beautiful and generous man. Thanks for speaking to Kim about our marriage. I'll
feel more comfortable now that he knows. I'll be happy to interview his nephew
"Incidentally," Lloyd said, "Chadwick has
agreed to let your bank bill them for my share of the duplex as long as it's the
Lloyd cleared the table and loaded the
dishwasher. He donned his coat and returned to the dining room, sat on Randy's
lap and kissed him. "I love you so much, thank you for everything. I will be
home on time tonight."
"It doesn't bother me if you have to work
late at the office, that's your job," Randy said. "Just let me know when you're
not going to be home for dinner so I can rework my schedule. I plan to drop by
the duplex and talk to Kim on the way home, so if you can't reach me at the
office, you know where I'll be."
• • • • • • • • • •
Randy arrived at his office and began working
on the Telecom contract. His father came into his office around noon to ask him
to join him for lunch.
Randy Senior said, "It's like old times again
seeing you at work at your old desk. How goes the battle so far?"
"Great so far, this is a very complex
contract and I'm only one quarter of the way through it," Randy said. "It's very
interesting though. Let's take a little walk before lunch, I want to run a few
ideas by you."
"Good idea. I've been sitting too long
The weather was perfect as they strolled
along Park Avenue.
"Lloyd and I are moving into the duplex
tomorrow. I was a little leery moving back in there because of so many memories
of Curtis. Lloyd has fallen in love with the place. That's the first time I've
set foot in the place since Curtis died. Funny thing, Dad, I feel at peace with
Curtis walking through the duplex now. Somehow I feel very close to him and it's
not a bad thing. Doesn't Lloyd remind you a little of Curtis?"
"Yes he does, their personalities are a lot
alike. I picked that up on Sunday. The more I think about Lloyd, the more I feel
you have made the right decision to move into the duplex. That place was Curtis'
great love and it showed his good taste. I know he would be pleased."
"Lloyd is joining me for lunch tomorrow; do
you want to join us? "
"No, I think you and Lloyd should have a
quiet lunch together, thanks anyway. Let's find a place for us to have lunch."
• • • • • • • • • •
Lloyd left his office at five and walked up Fifth Avenue to his
new home on Central Park South. He stopped at Saint Patrick's, and knelt to
offer his prayer. "Thank you Jesus for allowing me to find Randy again. Please
forgive the sins of my brother, Curtis. He was a decent man who deserves your
forgiveness." He lit two candles and left to continue his walk uptown to 59th
He entered the building and Walter took him
up to the Penthouse. He rang the doorbell to his duplex.
Kim opened the door, "Good evening, Mister
King, it's nice to see you again. Mr. Randy is in the living room."
Lloyd extended his hand, "Thank you for
everything, Kim, I appreciate all your help. Please call me Lloyd when we're
alone. Randy has told me how hard you've worked to have everything ready on
time. I'm looking forward to our dinner tonight and meeting your nephew."
"Yes, sir, if you like him he can begin
tomorrow," Kim said. "I told the boss that Robert could live in if you would
like. We can fix the storage rooms for his bedroom. It would save you some money
and he would be around if you need him. The boss said that it was up to you."
"I'll let you know about that after I've
talked it over with Randy."
He walked into the living room where Randy
had a bottle of champagne chilling in a crystal ice bucket and two tulip
champagne glasses on a large silver tray. There were three large floral
arrangements on each of the large inlayed chests and one on the coffee table. He
walked over to Randy and wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. He lay
his head on Randy's shoulder and held him. Then he led Randy over to the sofa
and cuddled up to him. Finally he said, "Everything is so beautiful it's hard to
take it in all at once. The most beautiful thing in the room is you, my love. I
stopped by the church and lit two candles. One was for us and the other for
Curtis. His spirit is with us tonight. It was a nice relaxing walk from the
office. Seeing you in this room surrounded by this entire beauty makes the
picture complete. You take my breath away, you are so beautiful. This room is
you and you belong here surrounded in all this beauty. I love you so much,
Randy squeezed him tightly in his arms and
held him without speaking. He rubbed his back and said, "I'm crazy about you,
Lloyd, you make me very happy."
They stayed like that for some time. Lloyd
broke the silence by saying, "What's the champagne for?"
"It's for a toast, to welcome you into your
"Not to my new home, the toast should be to
our new home, my love."
Randy opened the bottle and poured the wine,
"To my spouse and to our new home."
"To my spouse, may God bless us with a long
and happy life and may we be here to make the same toast after fifty years of
marriage. Here's to you, Curtis, thank you for giving us this beautiful gift."
"I had a brief chat with Kim, and he asked if
we wanted Robert to live in if we decided to hire him. I think it's a good idea,
but he should have a proper bedroom."
"You're a kind hearted person. I agree he
should have a proper bedroom. I like the idea of having someone in the house all
"Good! That's settled," Lloyd said. "Do you
feel up to giving me a tour again?"
"I was hoping you would ask, I'm dying to
show you everything." Randy took Lloyd's hand and led him through the house once
again, pointing out the antique furniture that Curtis had collected over the
years. "The dining room and library furniture were from the estate of the Earl
of Danby. Curtis had several Stewart canvases hanging throughout the apartment.
He also collected the works of several modern artists, including some
outstanding American artists whose works have become famous over the years. We
should have an appraiser come in and reappraise everything."
The tour ended up in the kitchen. Randy
showed him the china and crystal and flatware. "Curtis had three sets of china,
two dinners and one luncheon. All the patterns were a service for twenty-four.
The luncheon service was for fifty. In addition, he had a buffet service for 100
that included solid silver flatware, and crystal stemware. Again, all purchased
from Europe. Curtis did a lot of entertaining for the firm. The larger
gatherings were held at the folks place, the smaller parties here."
"Everything in the kitchen is laid out very
efficiently," Lloyd said. "I detect the hand of a professional at work here. I
must compliment Kim on a job well done."
Randy took him down to the lower level,
showed him their bedroom suite and their dressing room. "Everything is just
perfect," Lloyd said. "I would like you to invite Kim to have a glass of
champagne in celebration of our new home. Is that all right with you, Randy?
"Yes, my love, he would like that." He kissed
him tenderly, "I can't wait to make love to you, let's try to break away early
Lloyd laughed, "My thoughts precisely."
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To be continued
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