Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

Chapter 28


The Sea Song departed Nassau in the early evening after clearing Customs,
and picking up two additional guests, Peter's parents the
Anderson's. Patrick and Don Thomas happily vacated their suite and moved to
a stateroom on the lower deck, so the Anderson's could be near the other
parents. It was important that they not feel left out of the adult
activities.

Anton ordered the yacht out to the sea-lanes, deep water, at speed. Then
they slowed and made lazy circles ten miles in diameter until dawn, when
the sea Song could be safely navigated to a small island near the big
island, Andros, one of Anton's retreats. No one except life long natives
moved boats among the reefs and cays of the Bahamas at night.

A sit down dinner was accomplished in two shifts. The boys first, while the
adults enjoyed cocktails in the sun deck lounge, well away from the hubbub
of the dinning room. Will and Joe ate with the boys. Will acted as a
referee as necessary, and Joe continued his roll as translator between
Gregor, Meesha and the others. Meesha was included because the Young Master
invited him first, then ordered him to the table when he declined the
invitation vehemently, through Joe, with a horrified look.

Gregor convinced Meesha with a whisper and an apparent friendly hand at the
back of his neck. "Accept this invitation without further argument or I
will break your foolish neck and you really WILL be licking toilets,
everyone one of them. Insulting your host AND your employer are not the way
to advancement," he hissed, then reinforced his advice with a white-
knuckle squeeze.

Meesha's expression was serene compared to Evan's, the new Young Master,
when he eyed the chair at the head of the table a white gloved steward
pulled back for him so he could be seated. The chair was no different than
the rest, except for its position, because it marked him as the host. He
expected to get derisive laughter and snide comments from his new friends,
particularly Marc, but instead he got nods and smiles of
encouragement. Marc even congratulated him on becoming Anton's grandson and
heir after he sat down.

Evan's fork froze halfway to his mouth. "Heir? He didn't say nothin', I
mean anything about that. I think he just wants me to continue his name,
Falconburg. I'd keep my real name if I ever knew my father. Falconburg's a
tough name I like it, and I'd rather have Anton around as my
grandfather. Inheriting his money means he died. I think he'll give me like
an allowance so I don't have to hustle anymore, but that's it."

Anton clapped his hands in delight, wondering how a boy, his new grandson,
could on the one hand be so worldly as a street urchin could, a survivor
could AND potential killer, and on the other be so innocent and utterly
charming. A flurry of encrypted e-mails and faxes that afternoon, started
the process. Real paper files would be inserted in the proper cabinets, but
not in their proper order. They would be miss-filed and temporarily lost,
but easily found. Secure computer systems would be broached very carefully;
data would be added or deleted as necessary. When completed, Anton himself
would have a wife who died in childbirth, leaving him a son to raise.

Junior would be educated early on by tutors, then attend University in
America. He would meet and marry the girl of his dreams, an American. They
would have a child, a boy, Evan. Then they would experience untimely deaths
in a fiery auto crash in a splinter country, once part of Yugoslavia where
Anton still maintained a residence. He grinned to himself, "I warned the
young fool not to go there on holiday, it was too dangerous. Damn all land
mines."

Anton's reverie was interrupted by Evan's question to the boys; "Hey guys,
since I'm going to be living on board, could you send me some of your old
school books? I can find a lot of stuff on the net I guess, but real books
are handier. I'll pay you for them," his eyes twinkled, "just not very much
since they're used and all."

Paul giggled, "You can HAVE Marc's, they're just like new since he never
opened them very often."

"I keep my average up enough to keep Dad off my back." Marc countered, then
laughed and nodded. "Yeah, you can have all of mine, even better, you
should ask Anton if you can go to school with us."

Buck looked up from his lobster. "Hey! That's a super idea. You could room
with us."

Evan shook his head, "I'd like to, but I can't leave Anton now. I don't
think he's feeling too well, and if I went to a boarding school, there
wouldn't be any point in adopting me."

"He could just dock Sea Song somewhere close. The port of New York must
have an empty pier." Doug suggested. He looked at Buck, "We should ask your
dad, he may even own something."

Anton rubbed his chin in thought. He hadn't considered Evan's schooling,
and any school that the younger Buck attended would be both elite and
secure, especially since the unfortunate kidnapping incident. Doug's idea
of docking the Sea Song close by certainly had merit, and/or he could
purchase a home nearby. He decided he would once again consult with
Buckminster at dinner. His stomach growled. It was time to join the others
and welcome them formally to his home away from home. He was pleased that
the pretense was over.

Dinner served as a time of renewal for the boys. They avidly discussed who
would sleep where over dessert although sleep was far from anyone's
mind. Evan looked at Gregor shyly and asked through Joe if he could bunk
with him. Gregor glanced at Meesha then agreed. Meesha looked disappointed,
but remained silent. Evan understood. "I meant with Meesha too," he
added. Then Evan invited Joe along as well, but not as their interpreter,
just for fun. Joe begged off, honestly claiming that he was tired from
reclaiming and using long dormant language skills for the whole day. Evan
waved off invitations from everyone else with vague promises of later and
maybe.

Crew cabins were smaller than staterooms, but finished with the same
quality workmanship, natural woods and attention to detail. The furnishings
were built in. The cabin Gregor and Meesha shared, contained a
three-quarter bunk on one bulkhead and a single bunk above it, but mounted
on the perpendicular wall with built in drawers below in the open area. A
large rectangular port over the bottom of the lower berth looked out on
approaching darkness and passing gentle gray-green waves. A small door led
to a bathroom or head, containing a toilet and sink on one wall and a
showerhead on the wall opposite. If used, the whole tiny room became the
shower with a drain in the center of the tiled floor.

Evan bounced on the lower berth and looked around, actually he studied the
area over the door. He found what he was looking for instantly. The lens
wasn't even concealed; it was just there. He waved and grinned. "Hi
grandfather. I'm down here earning my keep. I'll see to it that we give you
a good show." Gregor looked up to the lens, giggled and pressed a wall
button. A tiny red light blinked on under the lens. Then he saluted the
lens and began to strip Meesha. "Oh, I get it, you control the show. Hey
that's neat, if you want privacy you've got it." Evan rubbed his thumb over
his fingers, the universal sign for money. He pointed at the camera. "Do
you get paid extra for the service? I hope so."

Gregor returned the money sign and nodded enthusiastically, "Dah, yes,
yes!" He returned his attention to Meesha. He turned Meesha to face the bed
and ran his hands lovingly over his body. "Tonight my young beauty there is
no one to countermand my orders. You WILL give your body to the young
master."

"Hold it." Evan interrupted I know young master. You got to cool that shit,
me EVAN," he thumped his chest, "you Gregor and you Meesha. Got it?"

Gregor and Meesha both nodded. Gregor continued, after cupping Meesha's
balls with one hand and holding his cock up with the other. "As I was
saying these are Evan's, he pronounced the name slowly, "to use as he
pleases. If he wants to be fucked you will perform."

"Do you think he will? I'd like to. I can see he likes my body."

"I hope he does, it will be exciting to eat him after you've finished, and
more exciting to have you watch. I wonder if he knows of getting clean
first. We should show him, come we will demonstrate."

Gregor took an ancient enema bag from where it hung on the shower head
pipe. He filled it from the sink then re-hung it and stepped from the tiny
cubicle. Meesha replaced him blushing furiously. "I am not used to being
watched," he told Evan, who had his head in the door and looked at him
blankly.

"Get used to it and get on with it," Gregor ordered. "You are such a pussy
sometimes, how can you ever hope to become an officer and a captain with
all your simpering?"

Evan's eyes became saucers when he watched Meesha insert the nozzle and
release the clip to allow the water to flow. "Holy shit, someone told me
about those disposable things, but using them ain't, I mean isn't too
convenient in my business. I've been lucky I have the time to get some
tricks to put on a condom."

When Meesha finished, he opened an overhead cabinet and looked
inside. "What flavor? We have strawberry or strawberry, both your
favorite."

Gregor laughed, "I think strawberry."

Meesha made a show of searching among the small bottles of disposable
douche before he selected one. Evan looked at the label; it was an American
brand. He giggled, "Far out! I get it, strawberry cream. Can I try this
stuff? You might not want to eat me, because I'm a stranger, but it will be
fun to do," he looked down at his erection, "and it's exciting to think
about."

Meesha followed Evan's eyes. He grinned at Gregor, "If Evan was a plebe at
the Academy, he'd be chosen first, and spend his evenings fucking the
brains out of the Captain of cadets." He frowned at Gregor's erection with
his eyes twinkling, "Of course then he'd wind up like you, almost burned
out by the time he found a berth and only able to come two or three times
each six hour off watch."

Gregor laughed at the on going joke between them. "You forget my beautiful
young pussy that now I have no duties except attend the young, I mean Evan,
learn English and teach him French, so I will wear your young ass out if he
and the others who desire you don't do it for me. And no excuses like sick
head aches either, or your best," he mimicked Meesha's high tenor, "Gregor
you animal, I don't feel like doing it again so soon."

While they talked and laughed, Meesha sat on the toilet, allowing Evan the
room to squeeze in the small space. He picked up the hose and inserted the
nozzle in himself. He crossed his eyes dramatically when the water flowed a
few seconds. "Meesha old buddy, you better get off that head. NOW!"

Meesha didn't understand Evan's words, but he understood the urgent need in
his eyes. Evan replaced him on the toilet just in time. Evan pointed at the
empty douche bottle and grinned. Meesha nodded and reached up to the
cabinet. He faced Evan with his bobbing cock only inches from Evan's head.

"You know Meesha you have a beautiful body and your cock sure ain't bad. I
wonder how you ended up being a bottom? I know why I am, because my tricks
like willing little boys, but I like to fuck too, so be prepared. I think I
just might change your luck for you tonight first. I know you'll do what I
want because you were ordered to. I don't know what he said, but I saw old
Gregor's expression when he was talking to you. After you fuck me, then
it's my turn, and then I'll just get Gregor to give you a nice poke, before
I find out what strawberries and cream tastes like. Doug eats Buck and he
sure looks like he likes what he's doing." Evan reached for Meesha's cock
and pulled it to his mouth. "Right now I want to try some plain Russian
cream."

Early in the morning, they were winding down. Evan and Meesha were making
out with each other lazily. Both of them could have drifted off to sleep,
if it wasn't for Gregor's still enthusiastic activities between their
legs. Gregor was laying on one of Meesha's legs. His body held the other up
out of the way. His cock was buried deep in his lover and he moved his hips
slowly. He occupied his hands with holding Evan's legs up and apart. His
lips were pasted to Evan's still relaxed little hole and his tongue probed
deeply. He'd just watched Meesha explode in Evan, and he lifted him off
Evan's smaller body as soon as he finished moaning and replaced Meesha's
cock with his mouth.

He froze with his tongue extended, listening. Meesha and Evan listened as
well. The hum of the turbines was different. Someone reduced speed for some
unknown reason. Gregor and Meesha were trained not to ignore irregularities
in ship sounds and vibrations at sea. Everyone's life depended on being
aware of what was happening, even off watch. A through hull fitting, even
one of the jet drive's massive gaping intakes could have broken and the
engine room was flooding as the turbines drowned themselves.

Gregor jumped from the berth and found a pair of shorts. Meesha was right
behind him. Evan followed their example although he understood only that
the difference in sound was important somehow. "We've made circles a dozen
nights waiting to enter port. The speed never changed." Gregor told Evan,
before he rolled his eyes at the cabin ceiling in frustration. "Never
mind. I'll call down to the engine room." He keyed the extension. The
engineer answered. They talked briefly. Gregor relaxed, but still
frowned. Meesha looked questioning. The bridge reduced speed without
explanation." Gregor reported. "We should still look around. Perhaps
there's a minor problem and we can help. Knowing is better than sorry. Come
on." He motioned Evan to follow.

Since Gregor had been relieved of bridge duty, he didn't know that Anton
ordered the reduced speed that afternoon, after his interview with the
English-speaking steward. The rest of the crew who actually worked the big
yacht knew of the order and the probable reason; a spy had been found among
their number and the Master was planning to deal with him on the boat
deck. Other individuals who had incurred the Master's wrath on rare
occasions had been flown in on the helicopter and disappeared in the Sea
Song's bowels, never to be seen again, after a period of reduced speed, but
the helicopter was still on it's pad. Gregor never dreamed a fellow crewman
could possibly have the balls to be a traitor, the thought was
inconceivable. The three made their way aft past other crew cabins, toward
the boat deck and stopped when Gregor stopped to open a door or wall panel.

The actual boat deck, where the yacht's tenders and water toys were stored
was an actual deck. It was an area within the ship that was water tight
when the big stern door was closed and locked, and just as tight when the
stern was open because the door into the area was a steel hatch and itself
water tight. It was supposed to be closed at all times even when they were
anchored, and normally the dogs were locked closed when they were
underway. They found the hatch dogs unlocked, in the open position, but the
door was closed AND they were still under power. Gregor estimated they were
making perhaps five knots against the four-knot northerly current.

When Gregor opened the hatch, the companionway lights shut off and the red
night lighting turn on. He knew the alternative system existed but couldn't
think of a reason for it ever to be activated. Such a system was useless on
yacht's the boat deck, but used regularly on the bridge. The best
electronics were still no substitute for alert human eyes with
uninterrupted night vision. Gregor motioned Meesha and Evan through the
hatch. He re-closed it quietly and held the younger boys back until their
eyes adjusted to the dim red darkness.

A three-quarter moon lighted the three figures standing just inside the
ship's body so they couldn't be seen from above. They faced aft. There was
a large lump in front of them, very near the hinge plates of the vacant
platform. They sneaked closer staying against boat hulls, or between them.
The lump moved. It was a naked man. He sat up then knelt in front of the
center man with his hands together. He was obviously pleading, but in
German. A fist smashed the man's nose to pulp.

"Speak English you swine. Your facility with language should continue as
last words from your lips." The three recognized the voice, but only Evan
understood what was said, and what was about to happen. He knew instantly
that Gregor and Meesha shouldn't be witnesses. If they were found out, they
could easily suffer the same fate. Evan motioned for them to lay flat
against the side of the ship underneath the folded hulls of the catamaran
where the dull red light didn't penetrate. He pressed an index finger to
his lips repeatedly until they nodded that they understood that they should
remain silent. Evan took a deep breath and stood up, then walked boldly
aft.

"Grandfather?"

One of the guards turned and crouched in a fighting stance. A raised hand
from Anton stopped him from attacking Evan with the meat clever he
held. Anton sighed, "Ah little one, what are you doing here? You should not
see this. Return to your bed activities, or just time for sleeping
perhaps."

"I was on my way up to see Buck and Doug when our speed changed. I thought
something was wrong. I came to investigate. Since I'm here, can I just
watch? I won't get in your way."

Anton shook his head. "Youth is not good time for nightmares to
begin. Knowing this was done is not proof. Watching is. Watching prevents
changing mind and leaving me ever."

"Leaving? Where would I go? Street people are also called throw aways and I
already have those nightmares."

Anton didn't argue further. He nodded. A guard grabbed the steward by his
hair and tipped his head back to expose his neck. Anton's arm moved slowly
from right to left. The stewards white uniform shirt turned black from its
collar down his heaving chest. His sobbing turned to gurgles as his hands
went to his throat in an attempt hold his wound together and stop blood
from entering his windpipe. His struggles became fainter then stopped. His
hands fell to his sides. The body would have collapsed to the deck if it
weren't held by its hair.

Evan's attention switched to Anton. He was dressed in a robe. The belt was
not tied so the robe hung open. His big body shuddered repeatedly. Evan
stood at his side. He couldn't see what was happening to Anton's body, but
he knew. Anton plunged his knife in the nearly lifeless body under the
ribcage and lifted it to its knees cutting upward. Heart blood sputtered
weakly with declining pressure. Anton released his grip on the handle and
the body slumped once more. The guard holding it allowed it to sink to the
deck slowly.

Anton took a deep breath, closed his robe and tied the belt. He spoke
softly in German. "Proceed with the rest yourselves. I'll take the boy away
with me." He started to leave motioning Evan in front. He turned with a
final instruction; "Clean my knife carefully this time before you return
it" he chuckled.

The guards grinned and nodded together. They waited until they saw Anton
and the boy leave and close the hatch. One kicked the body. "Let's get this
turned to food and clean up, I'm tired. Hold it up please so I can get at
the back of the neck. This must be a nice clean cut since it's being sent
out, the sharks won't care about the rest."

Meesha gasped audibly when the head dropped free of the body. Gregor
clamped his hand over Meesha's mouth and tried to turn his head so he
couldn't see the butchering. Meesha fought his lover's hand. He was
horrified, yet fascinated, and something else, he was totally aroused. He
relaxed and nodded. Gregor dropped his hand. Meesha rolled to his back and
struggled free of his shorts, then rolled again to his belly and spread his
legs while he humped the cold steel decking. He looked at Gregor's
outline. "Please!" He whispered. "Fuck me while we watch. Please, quickly,"
he begged.

Gregor put his hand on Meesha's heaving little butt. His middle finger
forced the crack then plunged in. Meesha arched up on his knees when Gregor
lifted him with his hooked finger into a better position while he pushed
the front of his shorts down. He freed his cock and balls, then allowed the
elastic waist to snap tight behind his tight nut sack. His cock quickly,
even frantically replaced his finger. His superior weight collapsed Meesha
back flat on the deck and his thrusts moved Meesha's cock lubricated by his
own spunk. Gregor's cheek joined Meesha's while they watched Anton's
personal guards methodically remove the hands and feet and toss them
overhand, aft into the Sea Song's wake.

One of the guards spoke. "The big bones are too muck work. Let's just open
him up and be done with it, we're already leaving a great blood slick, they
must be following. One of the big one's will have a feast."

His partner agreed. He pulled Anton's knife, turned the cutting edge and
plunged it back into the same wound. Then he pulled it down the torso to
the groin and removed it again. "That should do it. I'll get rid of this
while you clean the head."

Gregor and Meesha came together when the man sunk Anton's knife to the
hilt. They lay very quietly when fear of discovery and common sense
replaced their erotic passion. They even closed their eyes and ducked their
heads, playing dead when the guards walked by with their tools and the
cooler, after they closed the stern. The red night-lights were replaced
with the regular overhead lighting after the automatic dogs on the big door
locked in place. They waited five minutes after the interior bulkhead hatch
was closed and the lights went out before they separated in the
pitch-blackness.

Meesha spent another frantic two minutes crawling around on the deck trying
to find his shorts. He gave up when Gregor told him they'd return to get
them the next day, when they might have a reason to enter the boat deck, or
at least no one would care. Gregor grinned as Meesha broke a land speed
record returning to their cabin.

Evan said goodnight to Anton as the elevator door closed on the boat
deck. He raced to the cabin and sighed with relief when he saw that the red
light on the camera was off. Gregor or Meesha remembered. Anton wouldn't be
looking at fifteen minutes of empty bed and cabin if he reviewed the
recording to see what he missed. He discarded his shorts and climbed on the
bunk to wait for Gregor and Meesha. They would return when it was safe.

When they did explode through the door. All three of them talked excitedly
at the same time, two in Russian, and one in English. Evan kept asking why
Meesha was naked. Evan gave up in frustration. "Let's go find Joe. We'll
have to trust him."

"Joe! Yes, yes, Joe!" Gregor agreed. They waited while Meesha pulled on
another pair of shorts, then ran for the main staircase.

Anton played and replayed the last minutes of the video. The three boys
were on the bed one moment, then up, dressed and then blackness. He frowned
and sighed. He didn't want to think about where the young Russians were
while Evan stood at his side on the stern of the boat deck. The boy
displayed bravado in making his presence known, perhaps that was a charade,
yet he did not turn away, nor did he become sick in watching. He called up
the security program. No one watched the screens in the control room when
they were underway, but the recorders never stopped. The tapes were looped
and set to record for twenty-four hours before they recycled. He split his
big screen into four and browsed the cameras on the boat deck. One quarter
of the screen displayed Gregor's cabin as a freeze frame seconds before the
camera was shut off. He matched time stamps laboriously, cursing all
electronics and their inventors.

Then he had them leaving the cabin, with Gregor in the lead. He stopped at
hidden utility service panels and working spaces along the
companionway. Anton realized that Gregor wouldn't know that the reduction
in speed was scheduled. He was looking for a work crew addressing the
reason for the sudden reduction in speed. He had to quickly switch fixed
camera views to track their progress until the three arrived at the boat
deck hatch, and once open adjust his eyes to the infrared view when the
night lighting switched on. He watched them, all three of them enter the
hatch, then after they closed it, the hatch itself after the hall returned
to conventional lighting.

"Damn them for inquisitive conscientious fools." Anton muttered aloud. He
switched one panel to the boat deck, that camera was off line while he was
completing his task, but would start again after the stern was closed and
all lighting returned to normal. He noted a small heat bloom that vaguely
out lined one of the stored boats. He watched for several minutes before
the greenish glow resolved into a pair of figures running at the camera
over the closed and dogged hatch. "The boy was protecting them," he
thought, "and by doing so put me in jeopardy. I wonder what he will do
now. This incident is unfortunate but will serve as a test of his
loyalty. The extent of his loyalty will be told by just how long he delays
in telling me." He thought of Gregor, "Do you have the courage to come to
me yourself? It is now the only way you can continue to live. How
unfortunate." Anton shut the system off after watching first Evan, then
Gregor and a naked Meesha return to the cabin, so he didn't see them leave
again, or when they were admitted to the suite of Joe and Will. He rocked
back in his chair and closed his eyes after a quick call to the Doberman's,
he sent them back to find the boy's clothing. He waited and hoped there
would be a knock on his door before dawn. He dozed.

Evan touched Anton's arm. "Grandfather?" He whispered.

Anton opened his eyes. He smiled at the face of a frightened boy. His smile
broadened when he noted the time that elapsed since he closed the security
system. Loyalty was measured in time. Fifteen minutes could be considered
instant for a boy not quite thirteen. His decision was ponderous yet
simple; tell of witnesses, new friends knowing that there could be no
witnesses, ever, or continue to protect them for a short time and condemn
himself unknowingly to their fate as well. He heard a small noise near the
door to his private entrance and staircase. He looked around Evan to see
Gregor and Meesha standing side by side at rigid attention.

This was not the time for games or bullshit. Anton rushed to put the boys
at ease. "Ah my grandson and his friends of the evening, you have
something's to tell of urgency perhaps. I am most pleased you are here,
sending for you would have been not good. Understand?" He switched to
Russian and repeated himself.

Evan blinked in surprise. "You already know? How could you?"

Anton chuckled and replayed the damning tapes in fast forward, then pulled
a pair of wrinkled soiled white uniform shorts from under the desk. He
looked at Meesha; "These are yours perhaps? I am not happy you disregard
condition of costly uniform." He held them out to Meesha. Meesha took a
dozen mini-steps forward to take them with a deep bow before he returned to
attention. Anton waved Gregor forward, then pointed to chairs. Only his
knitted eyebrows convinced them to sit down. They sat carefully, balanced
on the very edge, so either of them would slip to the floor with the
slightest movement. Evan sat in the chair he used earlier close to the
console. All three waited for his judgment of their fates.

Anton continued in Russian. "You two have entered my lair knowing that you
will be eaten alive. Why?"

Gregor answered, "Sir, the Master would discover our stupidity eventually
and we would prefer to face our deaths now, in preference to not knowing
when you would strike us down probably in a way more horrible than just
having our throats cut."

"So by confessing, you hope for a quick death, perhaps just a bullet to the
head?" Anton pursed his lips and nodded. "Granted." There was no reaction
from Gregor. Meesha flinched, then recovered immediately. "Perhaps if you
ever betray my trust in the future or my grandson's after me you will
receive a bullet. Meanwhile you should be rewarded for just proving your
loyalty to us after considering the possible consequences." He studied
Gregor for a moment, "As for you my young aristocrat, for now I would like
you to continue as my grandson's companion and teacher. He will attend a
school in America in the fall and continue his language studies there. You
will become a student yourself then. You will study to obtain your master's
license. When you achieve that goal you will have your choice of ships, any
in our fleet, to command." Anton noticed Gregor's eyes roam. "Yes,
including Sea Song if you wish."

Gregor nodded cautiously. "Thank you Sir."

Anton turned his attention to Meesha. "I fear your fate will be somewhat
less well received." Meesha sat up straighter if possible. "For the
foreseeable future, you are relieved of your duties as, he glanced at
Gregor, "toilet licker first class." Gregor couldn't suppress his
grin. Meesha paled. Anton chuckled, "As everyone has doubtless noticed, I
am not well and in the near future, I will require some assistance here in
my quarters and wherever I may be. You will provide that assistance
starting tomorrow. After, two years maximum I'm told, I will suggest to my
grandson that you follow in Gregor's footsteps in achieving a command of
your own." He grinned at them both. "Are these penalties satisfactory?"

Gregor and Meesha relaxed slightly and risked grinning nods. "One thing
more," Anton added. " You need not relay the condition of my health to my
grandson."


 

 

 

                                                              back     main    next

                                                                                             Email Jamie