Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 



Chapter 41


Evan climbed the owner's spiral slowly. He was alone again; at least
briefly, alone to grieve for his new grandfather during the time required
reaching the fly bridge. He cried openly. Tears ran down his cheeks
unchecked, he would stop them before he reached the top; no one would ever
see him cry again not even Billy. His head spun with the knowledge that he
would be alone the rest of his life. Not alone physically, he would always
be surrounded by friends, but no one could ever know the extent of the
Falconburg Empire he was alone with that knowledge and that burden because
he was Evan Falconburg the grandson and heir.

Everything was planned. After dinner, Billy ushered the boys to the media
room per Anton's instructions. They had their choice of movies, five were
first run productions currently playing in American theaters, and two
others had yet to be released. All arrived via a satellite feed from
somewhere. Evan didn't know the source but he could find out by consulting
one of the black books. There were three, each laboriously written in
English by Anton over many months because Buck was American and Buck was to
be Anton's heir, that is originally before Evan arrived to win Anton's
heart just by being himself, being a survivor.

There were names and addresses, phone numbers, code words, websites and
e-mail addresses, instructions and there were notes. There were vault
combinations and directions to their locations as well as details of
accessing the vaults themselves. Evan smiled through his tears thinking of
his grandfather demonstrating how to gain access to the safe in his bedroom
on Sea Song where the priceless books were hidden. First open the armoire
doors, then turn on both bedside table lamps, the right one first, and last
dial a three digit number on the ship's phone system. Evan did as he was
told. He turned back to the armoire when he heard a click and the back of
the cabinet, a gun rack swung out silently to reveal the safe door. The
door was blank; there was no key hole, there was no combination dial, no
modern key pad and no handle. There was one small slow blinking light and
it was an ominous red.

Anton sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned Evan close. He held the
entertainment center remote. As Evan watched, Anton opened the battery
compartment and reversed the two small batteries, then turned the remote
and pushed the 'system on' button. The red light turned green and glowed
steadily as the door swung open. Evan tiptoed to the safe as if it were
animate, there was a need for stealth, or it would do something nasty to
the unwary. Anton chuckled painfully, "It goes to sleep while door is
open. Bring two cases to bed please."

Evan hefted the titanium cases; they sat on their ends with the handles
facing out. One was heavier than the other. Anton opened that one first, it
wasn't locked. It was jammed with bundles of currency. "This is American
dollars, it is emergency egg, for starting over if needed, but possibility
now remote for me, but still, old habits die hard like grandfather."

"What's in the other one?" Evan asked with his eyes like saucers. He knew
all about nest eggs, he still had his original stash of cash hidden in the
bottom of his backpack, and that in turn was hidden behind a shoe rack in
Anton's wardrobe in his dressing room, conveniently close in the event of
sudden need, but that eventuality too was growing remote.

Anton opened the second case, "The cash gives time to use these to rebuild
and if needed for rebuilding, then for vengeance on those who brought you
down. I keep books in here, when I move; I move books only, leave
cases. There are other cases filled like these in other safes, but only
these books. These are needed to get at safes anywhere, pretty cool yes?"

"Yeah cool," Evan answered with his eyes locked on the tray of gemstones
nestled in foam, "cool like ice!" A few appeared to be diamonds, he guessed
that others were rubies and the green of emeralds some were cut and
polished some were nothing more than multicolored lumps of angular
crystal. "Grandfather, these are worth a fortune!" He realized what he said
and giggled.

Anton agreed, "Yes, but require time to convert to additional monies, which
is reason for cash on hand." He patted the solid block of currency lovingly
and picked up the books, "These are keys to kingdom. You must memorize
these then destroy them. You are safe only then," he offered the books to
Evan.

Evan hesitated to accept them, "But why are you giving me these now? I know
you wrote them for me and I'll need them sometime after, but you're here
now and we're safe. I really don't need them until, well,"

Anton interrupted, "Until after I am gone. I have decided that I should go
tonight. I will not die in this bed, or any bed. The doctors now wish me to
be free of pain. They will give me drugs to sleep. When I wake in pain they
give more and I sleep again, on until I do not wake. This is not
satisfactory." He saw Evan about to protest, he held up his hand, "I have
made decision, my last. I am at peace I think, I hope, with my God." Anton
lifted a third case from the floor. "This contains my wishes; things not in
last will and testament, also in here, you will carry out, yes?" He opened
the case while he watched tears develop in Evan's eyes. "You may cry now
with me or in private, but never again in public. You must be strong in the
world. You are Evan Falconburg. You should laugh and smile mostly. Reserve
frowns to show extreme displeasure, meaning a promise of future
repercussions. Do you promise?"

"Yes Sir," Evan hiccupped, "I promise; no tears, lots of smiles and
hopefully just a few of your serious frowns."

Anton lifted out a stack of envelopes. Evan saw that each had a name
scrawled in Anton's hand across the front. "Later tonight you will see
these loyal friends on board and these others as you meet them. Give them
their rewards from me, then in future insure that they never grow
wanting. Proven loyalty is beyond price." He picked up one randomly and
smiled, "Gregor and Meesha; I give them Sea Song jointly and separate
accounts, but you will underwrite all expenses for which you will have life
rights and continue to stay here in my suite, your suite when on board." He
pushed another forward, "Ah, Hans and Herman; I give them my favorite
castle and theirs. I give also funds to live in comfort. You will always be
welcome there and they will guard you from afar and keep you from harm
without asking, but do not hesitate to ask, you will never be refused."
There were many other envelopes containing gifts. Anton closed the case and
left it on the bed. He returned the books to the money case and watched
Evan return the two to the vault.

The door closed and the cabinets' false back slipped into place when Evan
keyed the 'system on' key a second time. "Be very sure to follow sequence
with exactness. To open any you have three minutes only." Anton warned as
Evan reversed the batteries in the remote.

"What happens if I don't?" Evan asked.

"That is ace card in hole. If someone forced you to open any, the decision
is yours. Duress is not good; you would be dead man yes or no. Skip one
step and you and all surrounding are no more. Here Sea Song," Anton clapped
his hands with a loud smack, "would explode, a signal would be sent and
other hiding places are also gone in smoke. I do not work to give to others
unless it pleases me. Now I must change. Tonight this is what you must do,
a last request for you too."

Evan reached the bridge deck. He paused there before he opened the door to
pull his shirt tail from his shorts to wipe his face, "Old habits do die
hard Grandfather," he thought. "Who needs a towel if he's got a shirt?" He
carefully tucked in the tails before he opened the door. There was no one
in the hall. Everyone would be elsewhere if they weren't on duty. Evan
could feel the tension. All knew that something momentous had been ordered
and was ready. Gregor and Meesha were waiting for him on the dark fly
bridge when he got there. They were outlined by the multi colored
screens. Gregor stood at the wheel and Meesha leaned against his side. The
ship was silent except for a speaker in the console. Evan heard a mixture
of languages; he recognized Hans and Herman's voices at first then Rod and
Jon's. Gregor reached for the speaker switch when they became aware of
Evan's presence

"No, leave it on. Wait for the signal. Is everything ready?"

Meesha nodded to the right, the starboard. The faint glow from the screens
illuminated the slightly flared rounded corner of the bulkhead. The
piloting position had been converted to a gun emplacement. The twenty
millimeter Gatling gun had been installed in its outboard bracket. A
monstrous ammunition canister that was attached destroyed its clean outline
but Evan knew it made the gun deadly. He walked to the firing position and
bumped his shin. Gregor and Meesha realized that Evan needed a boost,
something to stand on if he was to aim the gun down at the water. He
thanked them with a nod while he climbed on the packing crate they
provided, a coffin-like box that recently contained a living man. He
touched one of the pistol grips tentatively and the barrel moved
effortlessly along with the two dark search lights that would serve as
powerful close range, white tracking laser sights when turned on.

The three heard screams that stopped as abruptly as they started. Gregor
tensed with both hands on the wheel. Meesha clutched an engine control in
each hand and looked up at Gregor, ready for his captain's signal. A few
agonized words came from the speaker in tortured English, "It is done."
Hans or Herman announced in a quiet voice.

Gregor nodded emphatically. Meesha pulled hard on one throttle lever and
pushed the other forward, both tachometer needles past their red lines. The
engines roared and the turbine pumps whined in complaint at the suddenness
of the demand. Gregor spun the wheel to its stops. The Sea Song turned
instantly until he was perpendicular with his wake. Gregor nodded again and
Meesha moved both throttles to idle and neutral. Sea Song froze in place
with the starboard side facing what seconds before had been aft. Meesha
left the controls long enough to throw a switch on the gun. The powerful
lights, narrow beams came on, the gun was armed.

Evan traversed briefly down first then out the still foaming visible wake
line. He squeezed the trigger when the lights settled on white shapes
floating on invisible slackened tethers, some moved in jerks as they were
being torn apart, others of assorted sizes were moving with speed and
intension, the sharks feeding in their usual competitive frenzy since they
no longer had to keep up with the moving food. Evan noticed a splash to the
side, a floating body free of any tether. He continued to rain death on the
concentration, but watched the solitary body in the search lights'
periphery. A monster shape attacked from below. The body and half the shark
jumped from the water. The body was clothed in a red robe.

Evan moved the gun slightly. The lights pinned the long sleek form for
milliseconds before the explosive rounds blew it to bits and the night dark
blue water turned black with blood. "DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" Evan screamed
repeatedly. Meesha worked with Gregor to keep the Sea Song on station
around the spreading carnage. Gouts of exploding water were frequently
tinged with pink; shark and human blood. The Gatling clicked empty. "Die
you motherfuckers." He said a last time in the silence in a satisfied quiet
voice while he continued to traverse the muzzle over the area. There was
nothing to see, just gently rolling water in a light breeze. "Grandfather
wanted to take servants and watch dogs with him just like the old pharos
used to," he giggled, "just in case their way of going was the right one
after all," he said to himself clearly enough that anyone on the fly bridge
could hear. He looked up at the night sky, "If you need any more, just let
me know!" He shouted.

"Holy shit!" Someone said in wonder behind Evan.

Evan looked back and down, the twelve boys were clustered around Billy. He
saw their heads turn from the lighted water to him. "I couldn't stop them,
sorry." Billy explained.

Evan shrugged, "I guess it doesn't matter." He heard low voices from beyond
the clumped boys and then from directly below on the bridge deck. He leaned
out to look down. His eyes traveled back to the stern, the rails were
crowded with crewmen.

"The entire crew, even those on duty turned to, to see the Master's
passing," Joe told Evan looking up at the boy on the box, the new Master as
far as the crew was concerned.

"Good Joe. Would you translate for me? Ask Gregor if we can anchor please."

Gregor answered before Joe asked, "Fuck yes Master, in half hour if
push. Is problem?"

"Nope, no problem, the Master is dead. I'm Evan. Take us to anchor then
please. We're going to have a real Irish wake, the whole crew. No watches
for the rest of the night after we drop the hook. We'll run for the island
at daylight and hung over is not an excuse. Turn on every light everywhere
so the Master can see us. Would you translate that please?"

"Yes Master," Joe answered with a grin and accepted the ships' microphone
from Meesha. Cheering broke out as the lights came on as Joe finished
translating. Joe switched to English, "THE YOUNG MASTER"S ORDERS!" He
shouted needlessly.

Meesha started a chant by throwing his fist in the air, "Young Master!
Young Master! Young Master!"

The two words were picked up by the crew and repeated over and over
again. "Goddamnit Meesha, I'm Evan, the Master is dead. Make them stop."
Meesha shrugged like Anton was fond of doing and otherwise ignored
Evan. The boys and Billy joined the chant then suddenly Hans, Herman, Rod
and Jon were there to add weight to the boys' voices. Evan jumped down from
his perch, wearing a small grin as he gave them all both middle fingers,
"Well fuck you all too!" he shouted and made his way aft to the stairs to
the bridge deck. The crew gathered there melted back out of his path but
not before bowing low as they regularly did if they encountered Anton
anywhere unexpectedly.

Evan had almost reached Anton's suite, now his suite when he felt the stern
sink slightly as the power was boosted rapidly to forty knots and Sea Song
bit into the water and heeled suddenly when the course was set. He met the
ashen faced doctor and the two nurses. He shared his grandfather's aversion
but he smiled at them politely until he had a sudden thought, "We anchor in
half an hour for the night. I'll have the chopper ready then, you can go to
Nassau or back to Ft. Lauderdale then. Thanks for your help."

"What about all the equipment we have on board?" the doctor asked "Will you
ship it back?" Then without waiting he added, "If Mr. Falconburg committed
suicide or was murdered I'm required to report it to the authorities."

Evan allowed himself his first serious frown, "If you do you'll need a
doctor yourself. Just say you left him sick but alive on Dagger Cay."

"Is there a problem Master?" Rod asked from behind the three medics. Jon
had an eyebrow hoisted and was scowling dangerously.

"I'm not sure. Is there a problem Doctor?" The implications of repeating
himself kept the man silent, he shook his head, but Evan saw suppressed
anger and fear in the man's face. He realized he was in the process of
making the doctor an enemy and he didn't want to start making enemies so
soon or ever if he could prevent it. He smiled brightly, "Come in Doctor, I
apologize, I'm upset." When the door was closed with Rod and Jon leaning on
the inside Evan apologized again, then, "Of course there's the matter of
your fee. I have a check book somewhere but I'm not sure where it is. Will
cash work for you?" He asked as he picked up a trash bag sitting on the
floor inside the door. The bag contained the money that Anton gave Evan's
step father as a payment for the boys. The doctor and the nurses were awed
at the sight of so much money when he dumped it on a table. He made two
neat stacks of ten bundles. They could see the currency wrappers; there was
one hundred thousand dollars in each stack. "Ladies first," he said and
offered each nurse a stack. Then he returned the remaining eight hundred
thousand to the trash bag and offered it to the doctor. "If you don't mind
we'll keep the equipment. Grandfather endowed a school for boys on our
island and we'll need an infirmary, so I'm sure it will be used. Hey
perhaps since your clinic is in Ft. Lauderdale and so close by, I was
wondering if you might be available from time to time if there's an
emergency at the school. Your nurses too if they're available, you never
know. Since I guess the school is in another country maybe we should just
use cash to pay you. Would that be all right? Oh, about Grandfather, maybe
we could compromise; could we maybe just say he died of complications
onboard and was buried at sea? That's kind of the truth, just leaving out
the details."

The doctor nodded without hesitation, "I'll type and sign a death
certificate before I leave."

Evan closed the door on the owner's access after he bid the three good
night and a safe flight. The ladies had nowhere to put their shares of the
fortune out of sight so he suggested the back way to their staterooms on
the lower deck. "I say Young Master, that was rather well done. You've just
bought three discrete friends in the medical world." Rodney congratulated
him.

Evan grinned, "Yup, more than they know. Would you always remember to
report big cash payments to the income tax guys? I wouldn't, and I bet they
don't either. I'll never have to use the threat of reporting them, because
they know its there all the time after they think it over." He got serious
after the three had a good laugh. "While we're alone, I need to know, how
much do I need to pay you for your loyalty?" He waved them to silence when
he saw surprise and both we're about to protest the abrupt question. "Hans
and Herman are going to retire now and I'll be alone. I don't know you guys
and you don't really know me. We like each other I guess, but grandfather
always said everyone has a price. There are powerful rich guys out there
who want what he left behind. I'm too green at defending myself yet. Bucky
will help, I'll be his ward financially anyway, until I'm eighteen, but I'd
like to have people around that I know I can trust independent of Bucky, so
name your price and make it big please. Someday someone is going to make
you an offer and I don't want either of you to be tempted." He giggled
suddenly, "I don't ever want you to turn down any offers, take them, but
just let me know so we can take them out and then we'll split whatever they
had."

Jon looked at Rodney to be their spokesman, Rod shrugged, "A most difficult
question to be sure. I say, it's rumored that Mr. Trenton's man Will, and
your man Billie did rather well on the most recent attack on your
grandfather's empire. I wonder if we could expect similar treatment if the
occasion arises? And I agree there will be those occasions, particularly
now when you are thought to be vulnerable, plus you'll have your mother's
safety to think about."

Evan nodded, "Yeah, get some guys to take care of her around the
clock. They shouldn't be involved with you or me at all, what they don't
know, they can't tell or sell. You're right, I am vulnerable, my ass is
hanging out and my cock is on the chopping block," both men winced, "that's
why I'm asking, and I said we'd split, we will, even steven, and the
payments to Billie and Will weren't splits, just little bonuses. Look,
Grandfather told me what he estimated he makes, I mean made, in just one
tiny minute, twenty-four hours a day. I'll never fuck you guys when it
comes to money, I promise."

Jon had remained silent until then. He rubbed his chin in thought. "I might
make a suggestion if I may. Do you happen to know the names of any of these
rascals likely to do you financial if not physical harm? If you do, I
wonder if we might head them off at the pass so to speak by approaching
them. You know, to get all the nastiness out of the way early as it were
without waiting for them to develop a plan and mustering their forces. Then
we could all relax somewhat and live the good life until the next one comes
along, but of course we'd remain quite vigilant and most devoted in extreme
comfort at no cost to you at all."

Evan clapped his hands in delight and giggled, "Wow that would work," he
said remembering that there was a short list of names somewhere in one of
the black books. Men that his grandfather said needed watching because of
their undying interest in the snoopy system, men who would be tempted to
risk everything to gain control of snoopy even forgetting the recent
example of the banker's demise. "Let's do it." He sat down at the console
and activated snoopy. "Gather around guys, this is what they're after. This
is the crown jewel." He brought up Sea Song in the infrared mode, and then
zoomed in to watch their own images in putrid green; Evan sat at the
console with Jon and Rod clearly leaning over his shoulders. "Meet snoopy
gentlemen. This is a world wide system. We sell this intelligence to anyone
with the price and we charge a lot. But we have a rule; we won't sell to
someone if the info will harm a friend which could be a country. We do let
friends know they're exposed and who's interested and then make more by
selling tapes of the bad guys to our friends. We can even give them a real
time feed if they want, just like we're seeing now."

Jon lapsed into colloquial English, "Sonofabitch, but that's priceless, I
say far out man!"



Jessica Compton Smith was alone with Will in an open fisherman just
outside the pinchers watching what had been a white dot on the horizon grow
into the Sea Song as it neared Dagger Cay. At first she was planning to
wait on the dock for her son Evan, but as news spread that the Sea Song was
arriving, the dock became crowded with impatient residents, all the boys
with Dieter and Billie and every man, woman and child from nearby Black's
Cay. Will suggested taking the boat out so Jessica could have a few minutes
alone with her son after the Sea Song was safely moored but before the
island's residents were to have their chance to greet the new Master. Jess
became concerned when the giant yacht continued to approach the reef at
full speed until Will pointed out the cut, a narrow strip of water that was
a darker blue and where the swells successfully passed through the reef to
spend their reduced power harmlessly on the walls of the pinchers.

"We better get back inside before they charge the pinchers or we'll have to
wait and follow them," Will explained. "This is an incredible view though;
I was onboard the last time. I thought we were going to crash, but the
driver," he pointed up to the lofty fly bridge, "has amazing skill."

"Cast iron balls too," Jess quipped as she looked where Will was
pointing. There were over a dozen heads visible on the fly bridge, all
looking forward or at a tall laughing shirtless young man in the middle of
them. She started waving both arms over her head and laughing. "Is that
Evan up there? Oh Will it is! See him waving back?"

Will idled just inside to pinchers with the bow pointed into the lagoon
ready to accelerate as soon as the Sea Song completed his dramatic zigzag
to line up on the narrow opening where they watched and waited. Will
giggled, "Yup, that's him, he wouldn't be anywhere else, always where the
action is. He's probably badgering Gregor, the big guy he's standing by to
go faster, to make their entrance more exciting. The other guy standing by
him and Evan is Meesha, Gregor's buddy." Will pushed both throttles forward
hard when the Sea Song's bow turned and grew on their approach into the
narrow cut blasted out of the ancient coral walls protecting the lagoon and
the island.

Will underestimated Sea Song's speed and the sharply pointed bow over
shadowed them briefly until they got into the lagoon and he was able to
avoid being run down by cutting the wheel hard so Sea Song charged past
them on a course to smash the long tee dock to smithereens. Will turned the
fisherman to follow Sea Song at a safe dry distance. They watched
breathlessly as the rooster tail suddenly dropped and the water around the
whole stern boiled when the jets were reversed to slow the yacht's forward
momentum as it approached the big orange mooring buoy hidden from their
view. The boiling stopped as suddenly as it started.

To Jess the monster yacht seemed like a living playful entity that was
suddenly content to wait patiently while its handlers, his handlers, she
reminded herself again, caught and secured his tether and he could rest
safe and secure in the middle of the lagoon. That is, rest until his
master, her son, decided to unhook the leash for another bout of fun on the
open ocean.

Evan climbed up on the upholstered side bench seat oblivious to the Gatling
gun stored below his feet. He was about to dive over the side, the twelve
boys and Billy were ready to follow him mindlessly until Jon caught him
around the waist and pulled him back. "No you don't Master, sorry to say,
I'm rather a selfish bloke, keeping you alive and healthy is my lot in life
and that would include preventing self injury don't you know. I suggest you
have someone open the convenient side hatch down below then you can step
into the waiting craft with a modicum of decorum."

Rod handed Evan a pair of his shorts, "And decency," he added with a grin,
"remember that's your mother down there." He shaded his eyes and looked at
the crowded dock. "It would appear that all your loyal subjects are dressed
and surely not all of them have read about the Emperor's new suit of
clothes."

Evan giggled, "Oh yea, I guess I better. Thanks guys." He turned to Dieter,
"Could you have someone open the fucking hatch down there? I'm on my way."

"Master really," Rodney scolded playfully, "here we are attempting to break
our young Capitan of his habit of using that particular word in every
sentence."

Gregor interrupted Rodney, "Fuck yes Master!" he replied happily while
Meesha passed along the request as an order to the wheel house below
them. He also turned over the responsibility for securing the yacht while
moored to the officer of the watch. Then he and Gregor both listened
intently as the big engines were shut down and the soft purr of the
generators could be heard if one listened closely. Both nodded in
satisfaction.

Rod shrugged, "I rest my case," he said to Evan's back as he ran for the
stairs spiraling down. Billy held his boys back, Evan's reunion with his
mother would remain private.

Everyone on the fly bridge crowded the rail to look down on the diminutive
appearing fisherman and Evan's mother far below them. They saw her open her
arms and suddenly Evan was in them and nearly carried both of them backward
over the fishing boats' side from the force of his leap. Will waited
quietly at the wheel wearing a huge smile, pleased with the successful
conclusion of this particular mission, but saddened that Anton wasn't there
to witness it. He circled the Sea Song once slowly while Jess sat with
Evan on the engine housing. Evan chattered while his mother naturally
attempted to comb his blond hair with her fingers and ran her hands over
his teenage arms and bare shoulders, amazed at how much he'd grown and to
reassure herself that he was without blemish or injury.

Evan surprised everyone who waited for him on the dock by actually acting
like the master of all he surveyed and the master of his life. He was just
as friendly, he shook hands, talked, really listened, and accepted
condolences, but there was a change, he'd matured. He moved among the
island residents with a new confidence. Billie was the first to point out
the difference to Dieter, "It would seem our new master has already
accepted the most important bequest from dear Anton," he whispered
cryptically. When Dieter raised an eyebrow to ask what, Billie concluded,
"He's already wearing the mantel of power, something like an aura, it's
almost tangible, you can feel it. Anton hasn't passed, he's grown younger,
and he's inside Evan somewhere looking out at the world with Evan's
eyes. Oh my, I'm certainly glad my darling that we're on his side because I
don't think he'll ever be content with just kicking ass and taking names, I
doubt very much if he'll ever take prisoners if you know what I mean."

The first students of the Dagger Cay Marine Academy were lined up on the
dock to receive guests. Their uniforms were the same monogrammed pull over
shirts and matching shorts that the new boys still on the Sea Song wore but
the shorts were tighter and cut higher to display their packages
clearly. They all stood at rigid attention proudly. Curt backed by his two
crewmen from the Doog waited at the end of the line and eyed the student
formation critically. Evan cranked Curt's arm and looked down the line of
shorts with a grin and questioning eyebrow in difference to his mother
standing at his side.

Curt shrugged, "Billie brought in a tailor," he explained. "A gay tailor,
the first shorts were so tight the guys could hardly move in them, these
are a compromise for dress occasions only. Most days they wear skin and
boat shoes." He tossed a thumb at the two crewmen and rolled his eyes, "My
guys are now Chief Petty Officers and I'm the Capitan. When we get some
teachers in here they'll join the officer ranks." He nodded to Kyle and
continued, "Billie's been a busy beaver designing stuff, he had a bunch of
these made for all of us." Kyle moved to Curt's side and presented Evan
with a velvet jewelry box. "This one is special; it was made for the
Master. I'm sorry Evan, I really liked him. Anyway, now that you're the
Master," Kyle opened the box. Evan studied the simple gold pendant; a
dagger with two diamonds to represent the blade guards or to anyone with an
imagination a cock with glittering balls.

Kyle fished his from the neck of his shirt and admired it with crossed
eyes, "Real gold AND diamonds too," he assured Evan.

Curt rolled his eyes again with a frown in Kyle's direction, "Will you get
over appraising everything you see?"

Evan giggled and defended Kyle, "Old habits die hard. I still look at small
portable valuable stuff and think of emergency money." He patted his Rollex
watch, "If you lived on the street for a while, you would too." He handed
the box back and turned with his back to Kyle, "Put it on me, I like it."
After Kyle closed the clasp, his hand traveled lightly over Evan's back
before he stepped back and grinned.

"Say Evan, is there any chance of getting on the Sea Song for a ride
sometime?" Kyle asked with a grin when Evan turned back to face him.

The caress and the word, ride, combined were a suggestion. Evan winked,
"Sure, except we're leaving tomorrow morning so there won't be time this
visit." He snapped his fingers, "I forgot I don't own Sea Song
anymore. Grandfather gave him to Gregor and Meesha. We could always chopper
out of here though, Sea Song could stay for a while. I'll ask. He looked at
the fleet of pleasure craft tied up along the dock and turned to Curt, "You
know if this school is going to be a real marine academy we need to get
some real Navy boats. Check around, see if there's any surplus we could buy
and fix up, maybe a nice destroyer or something you could use for training
cruises, a real sea school." He looked out across the lagoon at the
pinchers, "Whatever you find has to fit between the pinchers though, so I
guess a battleship or aircraft carrier's are out." He shrugged, "Too bad,
I'd really get off driving one of those." Jessie cleared her throat
pointedly. Evan blushed, "Sorry Mom, I'll have to watch my language with
you around," he grinned impishly, "but I really would, you know." He hugged
her arm and tugged her forward. "Thanks for this," he patted his new
pendent. "You better get a bunch more made, there's a whole new class
coming ashore, plus the guys at home will all want one when they see
mine. Oh, get us some big sailboats too; maybe a schooner or an old clipper
ship if there's any of those around. From now on Curt, you're the Capitan
of the academy and you run the island too, I'm taking Dieter and Billie
with me tomorrow," he added over his shoulder. He turned and scooted back
to whisper in Curt's ear. "Don't look so surprised, you can handle it, plus
your paycheck just doubled."

The accuracy of Billie's observation was proven when Evan finally worked
his way to them. Evan hugged them both and after small talk, whispered to
them both, "Come onboard tonight after dinner, we're going to take down
some bad guys, kind of like preemptive before they get around to coming
after us." He stepped back when Tommy joined them after Curt dismissed the
class. "Hey Tom-tom, I forgot about you, but that's all right, you can go
to school with me." He grinned at the three quizzical expressions and
explained, "You all need to get packed. I need you guys close to me, so
you'll be leaving with us tomorrow morning for New Jersey."

"What will I be doing?" Dieter asked, "Billie's your geek, but you don't
need a hospitality manager and that's all I know how to do."

Evan shrugged, "Forget hospitality, you're a manager, and a good one from
what I can see around here, you get things done so you'll manage shit,
stuff for me. I need people I can trust and I need friends around too, so
get packed."

"Come after US?" Billie asked in surprise.

Evan shrugged, "Of course us. The banker did, didn't he? If they get me,
you're already history or wish you were and this time you won't just get a
little bonus, you'll get a full share."

"Little bonus?" Dieter and Billie asked weakly at the same time.

He winked, took his mother's hand and led her to the house, his home, one
of his homes, one of their homes. He switched gears when he looked at his
mother with a grin, "I'm buying a house pretty near where I'm going to
school but closer to Trenton Hall. It's really nice, Doug, he's one of my
buddies, took me to see it. He worked there as a gardener if you can
believe that since his dad owns a humongous construction company, but the
lady that owns it is in Europe still on vacation so I can't pay her for it
yet. Grandfather was going to live there to be close to me at school and to
Bucky, who was probably the closest friend Grandfather had. I can't live
like that, without friends, so I'm collecting them and I'm letting them
earn more money than they can spend right away so I won't feel like I'm
paying them to be my friends. Grandfather had all kinds of plans to tear
the shit, I mean crap out of it, the house I mean, you know to make it
bigger and put in walls and stuff for security, but I kind of like it the
way it is. Anyway, you can have it and remodel it any way you want" he
sighed, "but the walls do have to be built and you will have to be
surrounded by security guys because they are. I mean Becky Trenton and
Martha Henderson, Doug's mom. Doug got his ass kidnapped already. They
thought they had Buck, that's Buck Trenton. Bucky his dad, took care of
them and that won't happen again at least by those dudes. They're both
really nice and they'll be your friends so you'll have plenty to do when
I'm not around. I have to go to school, plus I have other things to do now
that Grandfather's gone. He really wanted to meet you but the pain got too
bad and he didn't want to take drugs that would knock him out, so, well,
anyway he decided to make the pain go away his way. Officially he died in
his sleep in international waters and was buried at sea. Tomorrow I'll have
someone set up a bank account for you. Don't ever worry about getting
overdrawn like you did when we were alone, that can't happen now."

It was obvious to Jesse that her son's mind was operating on several
different levels simultaneously as he struggled to catch her up on just the
events of recent weeks. She hugged him close to her side and kissed him on
the cheek. "I don't care about any of that Evan," she grinned, "or should I
call you Master like everyone else? I love you and want you to be happy."

Evan returned the kiss and giggled, "Grandfather was the Master, the
assholes on the boat started calling me that last night after, well just
after. I guess I'm happy; I haven't had time to think about it yet. I'm
learning how to dive, I mean off a diving board and platforms, that's one
thing, and then I learned how to drive. Buck and Doug have a Hummer; I have
got to get me one of those as soon as we get back." He hesitated, "And best
of all I've got my friend Billy back. Man that was a surprise."

"Is Billy your boyfriend?" Jessie asked cautiously watching her son's eyes.

"Will told you huh? I'm glad he did. Yup he is. I guess I was gay before, I
mean always, but I didn't realize it."

Jessie looked back at the dock when she heard a hubbub of voices. She saw
Will welcoming Joe with an embarrassed hug. Gregor and Meesha were being
welcomed by Dieter and Billie. She saw Gregor pick up Tom-tom and hug him
and then nearly drop him when the boy planted a passionate kiss of Gregor's
lips. New boys wearing the school uniform were surrounded by the old salts
of the upper class, and one tall handsome young man stood alone looking in
their direction. Evan waved to the older boy and motioned for him to join
them. The boy shook his head and turned away. Evan looked disappointed. She
made a decision, "You said on the tape Will brought me that I can live
wherever I want, I've decided I want to live here."

Evan looked surprised, "But Mom why? You're my mother and we're together
again after two years. I'm sorry I'm gay, but I'll try to act straight when
I'm with you." Hurt crept into his voice.

Jessie gathered him into her arms, "You darling, that's exactly why, you've
been trying since you stepped on the dock. I'm cramping your style; you
can't be yourself and I think now that your new grandfather is gone, that
it's very important that you do. The young man watching us is Billy isn't
he?" Evan nodded, "If I wasn't here, he would have come running just
now. If I wasn't here he'd have come ashore with you. And you need to work
on your whispering," she scolded. "I don't know what you plan for some bad
guys, and I don't want to know what taking them down preemptively means and
I don't want to. We can't go back to being a mother and her little boy,
you've gown, matured way beyond that. You have your life to live and except
for lots of visits I hope, your life, your new life doesn't include a
mother acting motherly."

"But Mom!" Evan protested, at a loss for an argument.

"But me no buts young man, you just march right back to your Billy, and be
yourself. I'll be very happy here, there will be an infirmary and I'll run
that, plus it looks to me like there are some boys here who could use some
mothering now and then, so I'll be here for them. My mind's made up,"
Jessie turned him and patted his butt pushing him toward the dock. "Go on
shoo, dinner will be at seven sharp, shirts and shorts at least are
required, shoes are optional," she called, and added, "And if you don't
bring Billy with you tell him he'll be in big trouble when I find him. You
just remind him that this is an island and he can't get away." She laughed
to negate the threat.

Tommy waited on shore for his fathers to return from their meeting with
Evan. He met them on the dock. When they climbed out of their Boston Whaler
without shutting the engines down, he jumped in. Dieter and Billie laughed
together. "Okay sport, we clued Evan and Meesha in, so you're expected,"
Dieter told him. "They've moved up to the Capitan's suite on the bridge
deck, and they're alone. If you wait for Meesha to shut off their lights
before you walk in, Meesha will call you Evan, so Gregor will think you are
for a while anyway," he giggled. "Maybe like me, until it's too late to
care."

"Have fun you darling little imp," Billie called and pushed the boat
off. He hugged Dieter's side. "Just think our son's first sleep over and
he's always so enthusiastic. Gregor and Meesha won't get a wink of
sleep. Isn't it romantic?"

"Yes, but Gregor's in for one hell of a guilt trip when he finds out. Come
on let's check on our new class to be sure they're settling in all right."

They found the first three of the four cottages the boys, new and old
occupied, were empty, the lights were on but no one was in them. They heard
the boy's laughter over rock music before they got to the fourth. They
stopped and gawked when they got to the back edge of the terrace. The doors
were open and every light in the bedroom was on. An impromptu mega
welcoming orgy seemed to be in progress. "My God," Billie whispered, "I
can't imagine what a video tape of this would be worth to those
interested."

"I can," Dieter answered with a yank on Billie's arm. "It would be worth a
trip to the Sea Song's boat deck. The new men, Rod and Jon were pretty
graphic with their descriptions."

Billie clutched Dieter's arm dramatically, "Indeed they were. Not the best
dinner conversation to be sure, but they certainly seemed to enjoy their
work. They're much like Hans and Herman there. I believe our new Master is
quite safe in their hands. I say darling, it occurs to me we're wasting
time, this will be the first night in simply ages that we'll be quite alone
in bed."

Dieter grinned, "Lead on my dear."

When they walked in their bedroom they found the lights on low. The bed was
turned down and there was a smallish sheet covered lump in the
middle. "Alone is not to be." Billie whispered with a smile. "Our son left
us a substitute, how thoughtful."

Charlie sat up suddenly. The sheet dropped away, "Hi guys! Tommy didn't
want you to be lonely, so," he lay back down, kicked the sheet off his
darkly tanned little body and spread his legs. "We drew straws to see who'd
get to keep you company," he explained with a giggle. "I won because I held
the straws. Welcome aboard anytime you get out of those clothes and hurry
up! You know it will be dawn in a few hours, some of us are going fishing
and it's my turn to rig the baits. Wally showed me how; he says I'm the
best student mate he's ever had."

Tommy waited with Evan and Billy on the deck just outside the windows of
the Capitan's suite. When the lights finally were turned off Evan led Tommy
in to the central passage and the interior door. Evan whispered, "You
better lose those shorts before you go in or he'll know you aren't me," he
warned Tommy. Evan found himself holding Tommy's shorts in a heartbeat
before he slipped inside.

Meesha was awake; Gregor was asleep on his side and had been spooned
against his lover until Meesha felt the slow regular exhales on the back on
his head. "He dies almost in sleeping," Meesha whispered in halting but
understandable English. He got off the bed and guided Tommy in so Tommy's
back snuggled against Gregor. Meesha lifted Gregor's limp arm and placed it
over Tommy. Tommy took the hand and flattened it on his chest, then moved
it down to his erection. Gregor closed his hand unconsciously without
waking. Meesha giggled in Tommy's ear, "Told you. I get him, you push
back," he instructed before he punched Gregor's shoulder. "Wake up old
Capitan, the Master visits."

Gregor groaned after a second harder punch, his hand become alive. It left
Tommy's cock and moved to his own. Tommy lifted his leg and Gregor guided
himself. "Welcome Master," he whispered as he thrust himself in slowly. He
was distracted by Meesha's giggle. "Meesha will occupy mouth with no
laughing," he ordered.

"Yes my Capitan, instantly." Meesha answered in Russian while he slipped
lower in the bed until his mouth was even with Tommy's cock.

Gregor's hands traveled the small body in front of him. "Master loses
pounds?" He wondered. Meesha pulled away to giggle again. Tom stopped him
by grabbing the back of his head and pulling him close.



Doug stepped up on his starting block, shook himself and looked right and
left to judge his competition in his first 400 meter free medley
heat. While Doug was mostly unknown except for state titles in his under
fourteen age group, the other swimmers at the unique invitational were all
state champions or better from around the country, high school, prep, and
college freshmen. The meet was a spur of the moment thing, Doug's father
and coach worried out loud in front of Bucky that what Doug really needed
was quality practice competition. His times were dropping nicely when he
raced the clock, but he needed to be pushed harder than any of his friends
could manage in the tank during practice races. Bucky grinned and nodded,
"I'll see who I can find," was all he said in response. The next day Bucky
assembled a planning team in his office. His instructions were relatively
simple; he wanted to host an informal unsanctioned three day swim
competition. Attendance was to be by invitation and those invited should be
top ranked in a state, by region and /or nationally. Both competitors and
their coaches were to be invited, travel and lodging was to be provided.

Bucky couldn't avoid telling Bill Henderson what he'd done as a surprise,
because it was suddenly essential that the residential wing be completed
enough to be habitable within a week and a half since Bill was the general
contractor for the project. At first Bill was unconcerned because Bucky
didn't bother to mention that he was picking up the tab for all
expenses. "How many did you invite?" He asked with a smile. Bucky swiped
his hand across his mouth so his answer was almost unintelligible. "Seven?
Well we can just put that many up in our guest rooms, no problem."

Bucky giggled, "I said seventy not seven."

"Oh, well even seventy, on such short notice, and with the cost of travel,
not many will accept." Bill saw Bucky turn away and start to shake with
laughter, "Wait a minute, what did you do? How many accepted?"

"Quite a few," Bucky managed evasively.

"Goddamnit Bucky how many is quite a few? Quit laughing and start talking!"

"Well actually sixty five are coming to compete, five declined regretfully
because of medical problems. One personal coach called and said his kid was
in tears because of a dinged up knee, so I invited all five in just to
watch if they could travel. I guess the total number hovers around seventy,
so with their coaches, we need to find space for one hundred-forty or so."

"Or SO?" Bill squeaked out. "All of them AND coaches?" He cocked his head
and grinned, "You're providing transportation too aren't you?" After Bucky
nodded, Bill turned serious, "Damn it Bucky, this is going to cost you a
bundle, and all just for Doug, although I certainly appreciate to effort,
this is too much, just because our sons are best buddies." Bucky hoisted an
eyebrow, "All right lovers, but everything you've done for him already;
that damn truck, the pool complex, enough is enough."

It was Bucky's turn to be serious, "You don't understand Bill, I can't do
enough for Doug. There will never be enough because he saved Buck's life by
being kidnapped instead of my son, my only son. I believe they planned to
kill him after they picked up the ransom. It didn't matter which kid, he
was going to die. I asked Doug about that and he wouldn't answer me. That's
a yes in my book. Buck feels the same. By the way Buck bought that truck I
didn't. He's also giving Doug a catamaran for Christmas."

Bill frowned, "Why? He's already got one, it's down at the beach house and
for all the times he's sailed it, it was a waste of money. He spent more
time on Anton's during the week we were there than he has on his own."

"Yeah, well that was before he could get around without you taking him
wasn't it? You know they reach a certain age when they can't drive and
don't want to be seen with their parents. Now together they can go where
they please when they want. They haven't yet because of swimming and
diving. That's another thing I owe him for, Doug got Buck interested in
swimming first then diving, because we both know that Buck is never going
to be tall enough to compete in swimming, but height isn't important in
diving. Doug had the balls to point that out to us. Maybe Buck won't ever
be good enough to make the Olympics, but it won't be because he didn't try,
my point is that he's only focused because of Doug. You just watch them
after Christmas, I'll bet you they go down to Dagger Cay every chance they
get."

"They'll keep it on the beach there?" Bill asked innocently.

Bucky burst into laughter, "I certainly hope not, Buck wanted it longer but
if it was it would be too wide to fit through the pinchers. He had to be
satisfied with ninety feet. Buck told me the kid, Josh; the designer is
building it so it can be sailed by one person, but ideally two. Doug's even
helping with the design without knowing, he and Josh are sending e-mails
back and forth about something to do with mooring the monster, you know
tying the thing up by remote control."

"Holy shit! How many will it sleep?"

Bucky shrugged, "There are six double staterooms, you figure it out, they
sleep together like a litter of half grown puppies that is of course when
they get around to sleeping." They were sitting together in Bill
Henderson's den enjoying a drink before dinner. Martha and Becky were in
the kitchen actually doing the cooking themselves. Bucky and Becky both
were enthralled with the casual invitation to dine at the Henderson home
alone as two couples and friends. It was a first for the Trenton's.

Becky glared at her husband when he told her that she and Martha were to
have the residential wing furnished and staffed in time for the
competition. "I wish this was a leg of lamb rather than a rack darling, I'd
use it to beat you over the head with it. Where will we find the furniture
locally?" They were seated at the table eating the dinner the women
prepared. Becky was proud of the baked potatoes, her baked potatoes. Martha
had everything nearly ready by the time the Trenton's arrived and when
Becky insisted on helping, Martha hesitantly asked if she'd get the
potatoes ready. Ready consisted of preheating the second oven, placing the
spuds, and starting the timer. It was another first for Becky.

A shadow crossed the windows when a bodyguard crossed in front of the
dinning room windows and blocked the setting sun for a millisecond on his
rounds outside the Henderson home. Bill and Martha found the blinking
disconcerting, but were actually glad he was there. The guard was one of
several Bucky provided the Henderson's after Bill called him seeking help
to keep throngs of teenage girls away from the house. Bill and Martha were
puzzled by the onslaught at first until a group of girls; each holding a
copy of Dylan's teen magazine besieged the front door seeking Doug for an
autograph. They leafed through the pages quickly and skimmed the stories
and picture captions Dylan wrote. The pictures boarded on pornographic,
there was way too much skin; Doug, wearing a tank suit two sizes too small,
Dylan himself, pictured shirtless, working out in the Wilcott gym, Marc
Wilcott wearing very short shorts and no shirt photographing the others and
finally Paul. One was fold out and poster size, a Dylan exclusive. He was
pictured holding his magnificent gymnast's body in the form of an iron
cross on the rings. He was clothed in oil and sweat, fortunately or
unfortunately he was photographed from the rear. The boy's names and
mention of the town was enough. The Henderson's and Wilcott's were listed
in the same phone directory. The Wilcott's had gates and those were still
guarded, the Henderson's had neither.

"I told you if you were going to hang out with me my friend, that you
needed gates and a fence." Bucky giggled in response to Bill's plea for
help. "Sorry about that. I'll send some boys over to chase them, but you
better build yourself some security because it's only going to get worse."

"Thanks a heap. I'll seal us up tighter than a knat's ass, but it's going
to take some time, meanwhile what do I tell these silly girls? And not just
girls, I see women out there and even some guys. Doug's doesn't live here
anymore, remember?" Bill asked sounding desperate. He did a double take
when a national television station mobile unit pulled in and parked near
the garage.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I've got it; tell them all he's living at
the pool for the summer. That's almost the truth. That driveway's gated
too, and he can still come and go as he pleases." Bucky giggled again, "Our
swim meet sure is going to be well attended. I guess I'll have to find some
bleachers."

"Fuck the bleachers, channel two just pulled in and it looks like they're
setting up housekeeping! Please send some help!" Bill begged.

"Okay, but Doug can use the publicity; you're his father and coach, give
them an interview before you send them here. Then tell them they can set up
shop in the pool parking lot, and I'll give them an interview IF they cover
the meet."

The television producer was goggle eyed when Bucky himself gave him a
guided tour and he saw the network of video cameras that were installed as
coaching aids. In addition to the two that ran on tracks underwater on each
side of the pool, and the four mounted high, one in each corner of the
room, there were two more, on a single track around the pool just below the
balcony rail. All fed images to a windowed control room on the third floor
of the residential wing overlooking the pool area. A giant TV screen was
mounted on one end of the pool for instant replays. The Trenton pool
facility was a coaching, spectator, and media paradise.

Bucky's actual interview had to be delayed until the network sportscaster
who would be covering the swimming and diving events at the Olympics could
be choppered out from New York, by then the pools were a hubbub of
activity. It was late afternoon and gymnastics, swimming and diving
practices were over for the day. It was the boys' goofing off time before
dinner, the two hours each afternoon became a time for recreational
swimming. Paul considered swimming and diving great exercise. Morgan and
Marc came with him. Dylan arrived home early and brought Peter with him
from the city. Evan had just returned with his entourage; Dieter, Billie
and Tommy, plus Jonathon and Rodney and Gregor and Meesha. The new owners
of Sea Song left him in the care of the Capitan at Dagger Cay so the boys
could take a cruise. Of course Buck and Doug were there as well, they were
always there with David and Noah. The one notable difference was that they
were all wearing swimsuits for a change while the network cameras were
running for Bucky's interview. Recreation for all the boys and young men
always degenerated into competition, so for Doug, Buck and Evan, practice
continued, only less structured. Eric and Trevor retreated to the media
control room while the cameras were present since they remained reclusive,
sensitive to both the discovery of their sexual orientation and mutual
illness.

They busied themselves with recording the races and dives, and then
replaying them on the big screen. Bucky enjoyed playing with the roof
control and the buttons that moved the dive platforms and boards in and out
of position. He was at the base of the tower demonstrating the innovations
when he saw that someone was in the control room operating the cameras and
then replying the tapes for the boys between races or dives. He counted
heads and grinned. The diving coaches couldn't see him since he was
directly under the control room window. He motioned the television crew
into the lobby and elevator. Eric and Trevor were trapped as the control
room filled with people, a video camera and a microphone. Bucky warned his
interviewer in the elevator, "You can ask them any questions you want about
diving or coaching, but if you ask one personal question and you know what
those questions are, this interview ends then and there and you won't leave
here with one inch of tape, sound or video." He glanced at his four body
guards crowded in with them, "Understood?" The elevator opened on the third
floor, he blocked the door, "If I have to end the interview because you
tried an end run, I'll buy the network and you all will be unemployed." He
smiled after threatening them with his financial club and dangled a vague
carrot, "I need to get these two guys back into the mainstream, they've
punished themselves enough, help me on this and I won't forget it."

After Buck introduced the interviewer to Eric and Trevor he shut his mouth
except to smile as the young men relaxed when they realized that there
would be no personal questions. They started to talk diving and coaching
seriously and turned to watch Buck then Evan execute the same dive of
medium difficulty. "They're both smart and learning fast. Evan has a gift
for it, but he competes with Buck for the fun of it. Buck has to work a bit
harder, but he has a purpose, so he's determined to excel." Eric explained.

Trevor agreed and took the time to post Buck's score, two tenths of a point
higher than Evan's. They watched Evan look up at them and laughed while he
shot them a quick middle finger before he scooted for the tower. The
interviewer asked who Evan was. Trevor shrugged, "Evan Falconburg, probably
the richest kid in the world at the moment since his grandfather passed
on. I guess that would make him equal with Buck there as two of the world's
most eligible bachelors in a couple of years."

"Why is Buck so determined, what's his purpose in working so hard?"

Bucky answered that question, "He wants to participate in the Olympics."

The interviewer nodded, "You mean in five years?"

"Nope, next year, Doug is going, Paul is going if you want two more
examples of determination and purpose. They're two of his best friends and
my son doesn't like the idea of being left behind. Money can't buy a spot
on the team, just hard work that also happens to be fun."



There was a false start when one competitor jumped the gun; Doug was tense,
but not nervous. He was also focused. He dropped head first into the water
while he had the chance and surfaced already doing an easy dolphin stroke
away from the starting blocks. His hands were back along his sides he used
his gut and thigh muscles to propel himself by arching his supple body. He
admitted that a friendly dolphin in the Bahamas taught him the stroke
during an in the pool interview. When the program aired locally, it was
picked up by first national then international stations and
rebroadcast. Doug found himself dubbed as Dolphin Boy, The Dolphin, or
simply Rocket after he mentioned what he'd named the wild dolphin.

The balcony and poolside bleachers were jammed with girls, half of them
waved Dylan's magazine to show Doug they were rooting for him. There was
one safe haven for family and friends; a section on the balcony directly
above the starting blocks. The small space was made secure by a phalanx of
guards, who while dressed casually, couldn't conceal the lumpy shapes
hidden by loose shirts at their sides or small of their backs. The gang
cheered Doug as if he'd won the race when he touched the end wall to vault
out to mount his block for another start. He offered them a wink and
lopsided grin before his face once again became a mask of concentration. He
won his heat easily but placed in the final, beaten, just barely by a world
class college freshman.

Doug entered himself in all the individual races, but there weren't any
teams present so the contestants put their heads together and formed their
own teams for relay races. Doug didn't know anyone else attending so he was
going to be content to watch those races to be held later in the
weekend. He reached over the float line to congratulate the winner in the
next lane, and was surprised to be complimented back, "Hey man you're
tough! You made me work for that win. Can you teach me how to do that
dolphin thing? That's tough too," the boy grinned. "I also noticed how it
helps the abs and thighs, not to mention flexibility." The boy's eyes
shifted to Doug's body in the water, "By the way, the name's Harmon, but
everyone calls me Harm," he giggled as he climbed from the water, then gave
Doug his hand, "you know, stay out of Harm's way, kind of a play on
words. You're the infamous Doug the Dolphin, but I like Rocket better. That
okay with you?"

"Sure, whatever, as long as it isn't derogatory like Shark." Doug shivered
remembering the lagoon, "A big one nearly had me for lunch in the Bahamas."

"Really, what'd you do?" Harm asked as Buck and Evan joined them.

"I got lucky. Some guys on his grandfather's boat came to the rescue and
blew his ass away." Doug introduced everyone.

Harm openly appraised Doug's body and whistled, "Hey are you on a relay
team? We've got a guy, who's good, but he's having some problems with leg
gramps, he said to find someone else if we could, are you interested?"

"Shit yeah, thanks!"

Evan looked up at Harm quizzically, "Harmon Golden, are you Jewish?"

"Yeah I am why?"

"I need to talk to a priest and I don't know any." Evan explained.

Harm laughed, "If you want a priest ask around for Catholics."

"Nope, it's got to be a Jewish priest."

"You mean a Rabbi?"

"Is that a priest?"

"I guess that's as close as you're going to get. Why do you need a Rabbi?"

"I need to build them, you guys," Evan corrected, "some churches and I
don't know where to start."

By then they were in a locker room changing. They were done for the day; it
was almost two hours before dinner in the dorm dinning room. "Synagogues,
some synagogues, what for?" Harm asked, wondering if he was the butt of
some joke.

"My grandfather asked me to build one, you know, so he would be
remembered. I think ten or twelve all over the world would be better, but
this is WASP country around here, I'm only a Jew by adoption," he said
forlornly.

"Kid, are you serious?"

Doug answered for Evan with a nod, grin and a shrug, before he changed the
subject, "Hey Harm, want to come up to the house and check out our
competition before dinner? The tapes should be ready. Maybe we can round up
the rest of the guys and decide who starts and who anchors." He had a
sudden thought, "Would you and your coach be interested in using this place
for regular practice?" Buck and Evan nodded enthusiastically. They were all
in the shower room. Evan and Buck weren't participating in the meet but
they weren't about to miss a chance to check out Doug's competition when
they weren't wearing speed suits. Doug and both of them very much liked
what they saw of Harm.

Evan crowded Harm under his shower head and matched his foot up with the
taller, older young swimmer's larger foot, although not much larger. They
touched legs, Harm looked down, "What's with you kid? First its Jews and
synagogues now you're looking at my damn feet." Evan, Doug and Buck noted
that Harm did not move his leg away from Evan's, instead he put his arm
over Evan's shoulder and pulled him closer and bent to look down at their
touching feet.

"I'm trying to gauge how tall I'm going to be that's all," Evan explained
somewhat defensively when he saw both Doug and Buck frowning at him. Bucky
warned them with a semiserious frown that they were not to use the swim
meet as their personal meat market, meaning that they were not to come on
to contestants and reveal themselves as being gay. Evan couldn't resist
moving his eyes to the side, they widened when he saw that Harm's legs were
shaved, he assumed for additional speed in the competition, except his
shave continued to his heavy nut sack and the base of his thick dangling
cock, and that his remaining pubes were also close cropped and shaped. Evan
looked up suddenly to catch Harm's eyes focused somewhere other than their
feet as well.

 

 

 

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