Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

 Chapter 46


Sea Song reached Dagger Key long before daylight and normally would reduce
speed and begin to make lazy circles outside the cut waiting for after
sunrise so the pilot, Gregor or Meesha could easily see the color changes
in the shallower water through the narrow opening. Dawn found the giant
yacht making circles but they were anything but lazy or even circular. Most
of the new boys were too excited to sleep or even try and when they
discovered the fly bridge with naked Gregor and Meesha up there conning the
ship. They immediately shed their new uniforms without exception then
stayed to at first hesitantly ask questions and watch from a distance
before gregarious Gregor quickly won their trust and friendship by offering
them turns at the wheel. Of course not turning the wheel much and not
turning the wheel much at ten knots was no fun, boring even so Gregor just
never reduced speed. If anyone was near enough to watch, Sea Song's erratic
course at cruising speed looked much like a destroyer hunting a submarine.

Half an hour after dawn a parade of boats began to appear from the
pinchers, everything that floated and had an engine came out to meet them,
each manned proudly by a student captain. The big Bertram sport fisherman
maintained position in the middle of the fleet with a nervous Curt on the
fly bridge but not at the wheel. He was too busy on the radio in his roll
of Commodore the fleet while little Charlie proudly captained the yacht.
The line passed through the cut single file and then took up predetermined
positions around the Bertram before Curt gave the order to proceed as a
convoy the short five miles out to circle the waiting mega yacht. Kyle and
Mark as cottage commanders who were drafted by Evan to help 'shop' for
recruits, rushed up carrying binoculars and climbed to the big flat padded
sun lounge that was actually a storage box located directly behind the
command and control station, there to stand beside Gregor who was already
judging distances between boats and relative speeds. If any of the new boys
thought they were on their way to vacation on a tropical island, they were
quickly disabused by how serious the two student leaders took their
positions of responsibility in criticizing the seamanship of their
classmates freely and apparently accurately when they saw Gregor nodding
his agreement.

Evan and the rest of the gang appeared along with most of the guards and
the three fathers. Buck stood between Josh and Doug swiveling his head
between the two multi-hull sailors while they discussed catamaran minutiae
ad infinitum. They stopped to watch Meesha at the wheel for the run into
the lagoon after the escort took up positions port, starboard and aft well
out of range of the Sea Song's twin rooster tails that were about to erupt
when he pushed the throttles forward. Gregor remained standing on the
lounge with Kyle, Mark and Tommy as well when he climbed up to join them so
he could see over the taller boys' heads.

Meesha concentrated on holding Sea Song in a stationary position and when
all was ready offered the wheel to Gregor. Gregor grinned and moved Tommy
bodily to stand directly in front of him so Tommy leaned against his
legs. Tommy looked back and up at Gregor's smiling face while he snuggled
closer moving his shoulders to massage the tall Russian's growing cock with
his back. The new boys watched the byplay enviously; a trick with a body
and face like Gregor's never had need of paying hustlers like them.

Gregor grinned, "No way my beautiful Meesha, you have the honor, FUCK THE
PINCHERS!" he roared in Russian, then "CRUSING SPEED PLEASE!" in English.

Meesha laughed, nodded and jammed the ship's throttles forward. The rooster
tails bloomed aft, the mega yacht actually lifted from the water noticeably
as it surged forward aimed directly at the invisible cut in the protecting
reef. Those standing and unprepared were forced to take a step backward to
regain their balance while Gregor held Tommy, and Kyle and Mark leaned
forward, timed to the surge.

Evan watched the spectacle at Doug's side standing looking forward near the
wheel surrounded by the rest of the group. None of the recruits crowded
them, word spread like electricity among them as they figured out just who
was who with help from Mark and Kyle. Evan studied the coral bluff that
actually formed the pinchers and extended out as a ridge on both sides,
"You know Douggie it would be neat if we built like a fort up there and put
in a cannon to fire salutes back and forth between incoming boats and the
island. The school needs some traditions and spectacles like this where the
boats scramble out to meet guests and the owner. I saw an ad somewhere,
there's a company that makes them, cannon I mean, I'll have to order a
bunch of different sized ones for the fleet."

Doug reviewed movies he'd seen in his mind and settled on a fortress with
soaring walls and towers with crenulated battlements, and a taller watch
tower with flags flying. "Shit Evan that would cost a fortune, are you
trying to bankrupt me the first week?" Doug asked, but looked wistful,
"Still it's a good idea and cannon would be neat to fire salutes."

"DUH, the fort would belong to the school so the school would pay for
it. Grandfather put enough in the Foundation to build anything we want AND
run the school for the next thousand years on the income. In fact I think
there's so much income we HAVE to spend more than we are."

Doug became enthusiastic, "Oh, in that case, I saw this movie about the
Crusades, the Knights Templar and their fortress on Malta, we could do
something like that only scaled down." He switched gears suddenly, "You
know we need to sit down with Bucky and talk over who pays for what on the
island. This could all get confusing real fast." He giggled, "Shit it
already is."

Evan searched the throng standing behind them. He saw Doug's father Bill
and John Wilcott talking together but looking down not at each other. Bucky
was between them and they were talking with him. He looked down at his bare
feet, he already wore a size eleven shoe, "God let me grow up to match my
feet," he prayed silently for the first time that day. He elbowed Doug,
"He's back there bullshitting with your father and John where he can't see
shit and he controls our purse strings."

Doug nodded, "Hey Bucky, can we talk to you for a minute?" he called.

The three men started to excuse themselves as they moved forward. Suddenly
there was no one blocking their way. Knowing who the rich kids were was
important, but knowing who their father's were was vital. No new kid on
board was above some serious ass kissing, figuratively and literally if
given the opportunity if it would enhance their positions and status in the
peer group.

Evan always enjoyed talking with Bucky and Buck when they were all standing
up. Horizontal eye contact was a refreshing change from always looking
up. "Doug just brought up a good point. We were just talking about building
a fort on the bluff there," he pointed and realized they were much closer,
"and we need to get straight exactly who pays for what."

"FUCKING YES, PERFECT MEESHA, FUCKING PERFECT!" Gregor shouted.

Kyle and Mark looked down to see the new recruits were all looking up at
them, or Gregor. "Fuck Gregor," Kyle hollered and pointed to the side
rails, "look down at the water! We're in the middle of the cut! Check the
color! Dark blue is good, light blue means you're dead meat even if you do
swim to shore as soon as we get our hands on your young asses!" The threat
caused a migration to the port and starboard rails.

"Just watch this action Josh," Doug breathed, "this big cocksucker turns on
a dime! Wow!"

By then the rooster tails were through the cut and Meesha began the long
leg of the zig- zag with a sudden sharp turn to starboard that would
eventually line Sea Song up with his bow pointing at the middle of the
pinchers, the offset jaws that protected the entrance into the lagoon. The
height of the coral bastion grew along with the boys' excitement. Reflexive
fear caused a few to step backward toward the stern but no one noticed, no
one blinked, everyone's eyes were fixed on the bow, its wake, indicating
high speed, and the looming wall. Meesha and Gregor laughed maniacally,
both were fully erect, but no one could see either. Meesha's crowded the
ships' wheel so the head would bang the spokes when he made his vital final
turn and Gregor's was held tightly by Tommy's legs after Gregor lifted him
to see better.

One of Meesha's hands left the wheel to engage the starboard bow thruster,
and then move to grip the port throttle. When the bow was a hundred feet
from catastrophe he red lined the port engine and reversed the jet. The
turbine screamed in a higher pitch. That rooster tail ceased to exist above
the surface as its force was directed forward. Water boiled up a quarter of
the way along Sea Song's port side. The following wake helped by slapping
that quarter. Meesha turned the wheel with one finger, a confident move
that was lost on everyone but Gregor. Gregor continued to shout compliments
and encouragement but no advise or instructions because Meesha proved
himself Gregor's equal, and told him so, but no one knew that either
because he'd lapsed back to Russian. Gregor's moving hips in turn kept pace
with the orchestrated frenzy as Tommy used both his hands to hold the big
cock tightly while Gregor thrust it between his legs. Sea Song stopped his
forward motion and instantly began a pirouette to the left. Meesha halted
the dance at ninety degrees by reversing the port engine to full forward
and canceling the bow thruster. He red lined both engines forward and Sea
Song squirted through the narrow opening into the lagoon. Gregor and Meesha
both acquired quizzical expressions at the same time. Both looked down in
surprise and then at each other. Their embarrassed grins turned to joyous
laughter although they bemoaned the waste in Russian.

Evan missed nothing, he nudged Buck and Doug, "Will you just look at those
two Russian motherfuckers, both of them just got off using grandfather's
cock, good old Sea Song to fuck the pinchers. Maybe we should drink more of
that tea they're always slurping."

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Eric and Jeff woke up together the first time the Sea Song heeled sharply
when the first new recruit took the wheel. Eric hadn't moved from Jeff's
back except to sneak his erection between Jeff's relaxed legs sometime
during the brief night. Jeff twisted his neck to look back, "Hey," he
whispered and reached down, "you almost made it, I'll help."

Eric pulled away too quickly. "Oh no you don't, I'm a dedicated bottom boy
so I guess that makes you the top in this family." He climbed out of bed
and looked around, "Shit, I lost my stuff when you offed the niggers. I
don't suppose there's a Walgreen's wherever we're going?" he asked with a
grin.

Jeff flopped to his back, "Search me," he giggled and spread his legs
eyeing Eric's apparent prepubescent body whose actual age was only betrayed
by a fully developed lithe musculature if a trick took the time to look
closely and none had so far. He lifted his legs suggestively, "You could
start here," he pointed, "I collected everything I could find, guys'
personal stuff and stuffed it all up my ass for safekeeping." Eric shook
his head, stepped back and wilted visibly. "Why not, you can't be a virgin?
What do you do if a guy wants it and they're paying you?"

"I fuck them of course, I'm a professional after all, but I don't have to
like it, just act like I do." Eric saw Jeff begin a pout and rushed to
reassure him, "I'll do you eventually but just not now, not today. Right
now I'm still thinking like a hustler, if I did you now it would seem like
work, I'd be acting and I don't want to start out like that with you, I
want to really like it and I will, I just have to ease into it. I'm kind of
a virgin at fucking guys my own age or even younger anyway. I always liked
getting fucked by another young guy though, which almost never happens," he
smiled bashfully, "so I just know I'm going to love getting it from you."

Jeff nodded and got off the bed to pull on his discarded shorts, "Okay,
I'll go see if I can find your stuff. Tell me what I'm looking for." When
he returned with a soiled blue knapsack, he carried his shorts. "Guess
what? Anyone wearing clothes on this tub right now is straight AND in the
minority for a change!" he giggled, enjoying the new freedom. "Most of the
new guys are topside taking turns at the wheel that's why we keep
heeling. My boss, the guy with me last night just said that we've arrived
but can't go through the reef until after the sun gets up high enough so
they can see the bottom AND the cliff they need to aim at," he looked down
bashfully, "so since its only five o'clock,"

Eric grabbed his pack and dumped the contents in a corner with an
appraising leer at Jeff, "So we have about two hours to play." He watched
Jeff begin to grow in anticipation, "Wow, I just know that's going to feel
as good as its looking." He picked up a plastic ball a little bigger than a
soft ball and offered Jeff his hand, "Come on lover boy, you can get
started by getting this pussy so clean you might want to eat it. You know
I'm so tired of rubbers, but I guess we have to play the game." He stood
with Jeff over his pile and separated several wrapped condoms from the
litter of clothing, "You think five in a couple of hours will be enough?"

"Have you always used rubbers with all your um, clients?" Jeff asked
hesitantly.

"Absolutely, I'm not much of a fighter, but I am one slippery and fast
motherfucker if I need to be. No one's ever gotten a piece of this tail
unless they were wearing one," he frowned, "except before I ran away from
home, but those guys were all around fourteen then when I was about nine or
ten, so they don't count."

Jeff nodded, bent and picked up three, "I'll wear them since you want me
too," he said regretfully.

Eric looked shocked, "You mean you'd go bareback even knowing what I do for
a living?"

Jeff shrugged "You mean DID for a living. Yeah, I would, I think you're
clean. Your blood test hasn't even been sent yet but you've been careful
and I know I'm clean; I'll get tested every month. Vincent already promised
all of us that we'll find out about a positive test just before we passed
out from blood loss from the smile he'd carve. You know with the twins and
all."

Eric nodded that he understood but he also smiled and looked hopeful, "If
you don't mind, then I sure don't," he popped Jeff's open hand to send the
condoms flying. "That takes care of that. You know this might sound goofy
but this will be kind of like a honeymoon for me."

Jeff put his arm around Eric's shoulders and started him walking into the
bathroom, "That's funny; I was thinking the same thing, just not kind of."

Eric demonstrated absolutely no modesty in the bathroom and shower and Jeff
lost his while he held Eric's bent over form and used the portable douche
bulb. When he was finished injecting the rinse water and Eric rejoined him
in the shower he used a face cloth to wash Eric's tiny crack carefully and
after assuring himself that Eric's whole beautiful body was properly
rinsed, he bent Eric over a last time with a slight touch on his back. He
sank to his knees and separated the muscled cheeks with his hands. "God
that looks so much like a virgin pussy, I have got to take a taste."

Eric wasn't prepared for such a bold act even though he was warned and at
the first touch of Jeff's tongue exploring his sphincter, he fell forward
and was barely in time to put out his hands to save his head from hitting
the marble wall. "Jesus X. Christ!" Eric breathed while he righted himself
and bent over again, "You hit the nail on the head there; no one's ever
done that to me before, since, well, since."

Eric intentionally relaxed and Jeff probed deeper for a minute. He sat on
his heels, "If no one's done that in a long time, how about after they put
ah, something in there to eat?"

"Are you trying to talk me off?" Eric squeaked. "If you are, it's working
too well. One guy did, he loved it while it drove me fucking nuts and I
wasn't even old enough to come yet."

Jeff turned Eric to face him. He was greeted with a rapidly pulsing cock
that was about to fire without tactile encouragement. "Oh no you don't, the
mob upstairs has a rule against wasting." Eric's cock disappeared with
Jeff's words, Eric shivered and Jeff swallowed.

Jeff became an automaton on their bed as if he had a choice. Eric used all
four limbs to keep him in place; locked fingers in the middle of his back
and ankles around Jeff's waist. Jeff discovered that Eric also had
surprisingly incredible control of his muscles in all the right
places. Eric didn't just accept Jeff's seed; he milked Jeff to get every
last wiggling sperm.

Vincent knocked on the door, waited thirty seconds and tried again. When
they still didn't answer, he opened the door. Jeff was still in Eric's
saddle and both bodies glistened, ran with sweat. Jeff's heaving butt never
faltered, he didn't even turn his head. Eric moved his eyes, "Say big guy,
do you think you could get them to make the boat rock again like it's been
doing?" he asked in a normal tone.

"Ah, sorry, I was just checkin' to be sure you two were alright, and no it
ain't doin' too much tippin' since we tied up five minutes ago." Vincent
did a nervous dance, heard teenage voices in the corridor and slammed the
door. He blinked and looked around suddenly discovering he was on the wrong
side of the door, still in the room instead of the hall. His wide eyes
remained fixed on the busy couple. His interest drew him closer to the
bed. "Hey Jeff you're goin' at it just like a normal guy, like I do it,
like everyone but you guys do it, just the ports' different, but not that
much. I always wondered about that. Come ashore when you finish up here."
He met Eric's smiling eyes, "Say kid you think you'll be needin' another
fix?"

"Nope not until early tomorrow morning, my usual time and then if you could
maybe you have something to get me away from junk?"

"That's already started son, you hooked kids are gettin' a substitute only
in smaller doses each time. In two weeks you'll be clean an' if you ain't
plan 'B' is to lock you up to finish cold turkey."

Eric nodded his thanks, his attention swung back to Jeff when he moaned,
shivered and then collapsed on Eric's body looking thoroughly dead. Eric
milked him and sighed, "You better quit now Jefferson old boy, I'm getting
a little tired, I don't get too many five hundred dollar sessions and that
one was extra sweet."

Vincent remained standing over them. He looked puzzled, "How do you know
how much to charge?"

Eric unlocked his hands and ankles to allow Jeff his freedom, "A hundred a
pop," he grinned, "even numbers keep the bookkeeping simple.

Jeff acquired the strength to lift his head. He obviously hadn't been
following the conversation too closely; "YOU'RE GETTING A LITTLE TIRED?"
then twisted his head, "Vincent? What are you doing in here? Damn man,
can't a guy have any privacy around here?" His eyes moved back to Eric, "I
just came five times in a row and you're tired?"

Eric laughed, Vincent grinned, "That's my boy! I'll bet there ain't another
guard in the bunch that can top that. Man you're goin' to be famous around
here Jeff boy. The little bosses ain't bothered you yet but when they hear
about this, between 'em they'll drain you dry." He returned to business,
"Okay, enough stallin', target practice in half an hour an' don't make me
come back out here lookin' for you." He retraced his steps to the door as
Jeff slipped wetly to Eric's side. Vincent saw that Jeff was still hard,
his eyes widened and he relented, "Okay an hour, but you let me know how
many more hundreds change hands." He opened the door and mumbled to
himself, "I just wonder where the little bosses are, they'll never believe
this until they try him out."

"PLEASE VINCENT, DON"T TELL THEM SHIT!" Jeff shouted at the closed door.

The door opened a crack, "Oh, if you haven't already heard, you got to
blend in with the bosses which means clothes ain't an option for you kids."
The door closed again on Vincent's laughter.

The honeymooners made it to the dinning salon in forty-five minutes; they
raced by merely walking fast. Eric won because Jeff hung back so he could
watch his amazing new lover, his first lover and at the moment the only one
he ever wanted to look at. Eric's butt was neatly marked with a pair of
just visible opposing hickies, Jeff's handiwork. There was a third that the
two bracketed but no one could see that one unless Eric spread his cheeks;
his pucker had developed temporary lips which Jeff planned to renew
regularly.

"So what do I do now that I'm here and you're off guarding your hotties?"
Eric asked Jeff with his mouth full. A steward interrupted them offering
them a wicker basket filled with an assortment of sun blocks, lotions and
oils. Eric looked back at the young servant's deeply tanned body and
studied his cock, "What do you use?"

The steward grinned and nodded vigorously agreeing in German to meet Eric
anywhere anytime he was off watch and finished in English proudly, "YES,
fucking YES! English fucking good yes?"

Eric laughed, "Fucking yes, fucking good!" He and Jeff each picked out
three different numbered bottles after reading the labels to be sure they
were waterproof.

Jeff got around to answering Eric's question with an appraising smile after
they finished eating, "Well since we agreed that you've retired, and still
look twelve years old in broad daylight, I think you should go back to
school with me."

"What school and what does how young I look have to do with it anyway?"

"The Oaks Academy, it's where all our little studs go to school, we'll go
with them only we can pretty much wander around looking for trouble that's
looking for them. You'll be just as cute as the dickens in a school blazer
and tie."

"You mean I'd be working, like getting paid, I'd be a bodyguard like you?
Hey man I'm not into kung fu or any of that shit, if there was an emergency
I'd probably wind up just screaming my pussy ass off."

Jeff dismissed Eric's fears with a laugh, "Right now that's about all I can
do too, but Vincent insists I'll be one bad ass dude at the end of this
vacation, so you may as well learn too. That was the reason for his visit
this morning; we're going to get started."

After a false turn or two they found their way to the boat deck. The ship
was relatively quiet, the new boys had all gone ashore to begin a new life
or to reconsider and return to their lives on the streets, it was made very
clear to them that they always had that option until they were given new
identities if necessary. In most cases it was, if there wasn't a
possibility of reconciliation with their parents. Orphans had it easier; no
one except perhaps an agency in a different state was looking for them and
one name on a long list couldn't be construed as really looking. Eric
looked twelve but was really eighteen so he was free.

The launch was about to pull away from the stern when echoing shouts caused
the pilot to idle waiting for the last minute passengers. Jeff looked up to
see who was joining him and Eric for the short ride from the yacht to the
dock. His face changed; he looked away quickly, "Shit, it's the Godfather
himself." He made his announcement to Eric just loud enough to be heard
over the purring engines but that was like shouting into a cave, or the
cavernous boat deck.

Bucky jumped aboard followed by Will and Joe, the three men wore shorts
which further marked them as superior beings, adults among nude boys. All
three were laughing at Jeff's obvious consternation. Bucky immediately
offered his hand, "Congratulations on last night Jefferson. Vincent has
been bragging you up big time."

"He has Sir? Why? I didn't do anything but do whatever he told me to do."
Jeff looked confused.

"Two things, major things; you passed the honesty test and you didn't
hesitate to push that button. In my little world, check that, OUR little
world you proved yourself by not helping yourself to any of the eight
million and we now know you can be counted on to act decisively if needed
in protecting the boys, meaning you'll do your job." Bucky looked beyond
Jeff to see Eric sitting on the engine housing trying to look like a
fixture on the boat, "Shouldn't you be on shore already with the rest of
the guys," he wondered with a kindly smile.

Eric looked desperately at Jeff for an explanation. Jeff grabbed Eric's
wrist and pulled him forward to stand in front of Bucky, "Mr. Trenton this
is Eric Slate." Eric shook Bucky's hand like a man and looked him in the
eye. He decided if he was going to be returned to the streets because he
was too old for the school that he'd go like an adult. Jeff held his smile,
"How old do you think Eric is Sir?"

"Please call me Bucky, that Sir shit gets old, and I don't even want to
think of anyone calling me Godfather. I'm just a fairly successful
businessman." Bucky glanced down quickly then back up to Eric's boyish
face. He looked closer; there were three short whiskers nestled in the
dimple in the boy's chin. He grinned, "I see said the blind man," he joked,
"I was going to say twelve, but I see you shave, probably very carefully in
some places," he blushed, "so I'll say fifteen or sixteen tops. But then
when I see a pair of shit eating grins I know I'm wrong. I give up, how
old?"

"He's eighteen and I thought he'd be great to join our team, he could pal
around with Evan and Tommy at the school and especially off campus, ah,
that is if you approve. I haven't had a chance to talk to Vincent yet."
Jeff's voice trailed away.

Bucky looked at Joe and Will, both nodded, "I agree," Bucky offered his
hand again, "welcome aboard." Eric's white toothed smile and enthusiastic
cranking of Bucky's arm sealed the deal until small furrows appeared in
Bucky's forehead. "There's one problem though, not a problem really, its
decision time for you. We started a policy of collecting anything of value
and dividing it up equally among the boys associated with contributing to
the hoard. The money normally goes into accounts until they're of age and
then it's theirs. You're already there which means two of the eight million
Jeff found last night in that house where the blacks kept you,"

"Niggers," Eric corrected Bucky, "I'm sorry, I guess there are some blacks
around, but I haven't met any of them on the street, those guys were
niggers."

Bucky nodded, "I guess they were, anyway Eric, you just became an instant
two millionaire."

Eric looked completely shocked, "Man I knew they had a lot buried out
there, but not that much."

"Buried?" Jeff and Bucky asked together.

"Yeah, how'd you make them talk, I mean Grape and his bitch mother? They're
the only one's who did the digging, niggers do not trust other niggers to
know about shit like that unless they planted the one who did the digging
too but I only ever saw them."

"The only money we found was in the house." Jeff said softly as the boat
nudged the dock.

Eric shrugged, "Well all I know is that I saw Grape and the bitch out in
the backyard twice. Both times it was almost dawn, we should have been
zonked out from the shit bonus they gave us, but I was still enjoying
mine. I slept under the window which was boarded up, but like everything
else they do they fucked up. There was a crack. I heard Grape complaining
about getting dirty, I peeked and saw them; he was digging and she was
sitting on a lump like a bag. Then a couple of months later we got another
bonus and I stayed awake intentionally, same deal, just before dawn."

"It's about fuckin' time," Vincent greeted Jeff from the dock gruffly. He
saw that Jeff and Eric were naked before it registered in his mind that the
small figure wearing surfer's shorts and a wide brimmed straw hat was the
revered Godfather. "OH, Sir, good morning." He smiled brightly, "I was
about to ask the young asshole you're talking to if he remembered to bring
his piece along since he's paid to carry it, he IS workin' today, and the
work involves some target practice." His lips turned down, "Well?"

Will picked up a small black bag he brought on board and offered it to Jeff
while Jeff looked around helplessly, "Here it is, you might try to keep it
closer to you." Will scolded with his wide shoulders shaking trying to
contain his laughter.

Joe placed a matching bag in Eric's hand with a whisper, "You can use mine
today, but please don't touch anything else okay?" Eric nodded his thanks.

Jeff held Will's bag up with a giggle, "I'm a professional bodyguard! I
wouldn't leave home without it! That's what I always say."

"Oh yeah, well when you return that bag to Will tonight the piece better be
virgin clean." Vincent warned.

"Plan on taking a chopper ride tonight back to Lauderdale," Bucky advised
Vincent, "and be sure to take two shovels along with these guys. He put a
hand on Eric's shoulder, "Think over my job offer, you can stay there if
you want to, you'll never have to work again."

Eric grinned, "I already decided, I like the idea of belonging somewhere
without being locked up, if you're sure you don't mind having an ex-junkie
around the kids. If I took the money and ran I'd be back on the streets in
a month dead broke," he hesitated, "or both."

"Now wait just a damn minute Bucky," Jeff protested, "I, we, already hired
him, Vincent and I didn't we Vincent?"

Vincent was trying valiantly to restart his lungs and heart after hearing
Jeff's familiar use of the Godfather's name. He nodded but only in an
effort to clear his paralyzed throat. Bucky shrugged and giggled, "Well I
tried, and you can forget the junkie part it won't be mentioned again." He
winked at Jeff, "Good idea Jefferson." He turned to Vincent, "Where's the
range? I'll go find Bill and John, we'll join you. Practice never hurt
anyone."

Vincent watched until the three big bosses were safely out of hearing
before he turned on Jeff, "You tryin' to get us snuffed? First you got the
balls to invite him to see that you can't hit the broad side of a barn an'
then you call him Bucky like you was buddies! Who we goin' back to hit
anyway? It must be a known face if we got to plant him. Man I hate diggin'
graves; I always make the future occupant do it if I can. They start scared
and dig real fast until they realize what happens when they're
finished. AND THEN they slow down. There's a trick there." He grinned, "I
always invite them out of the hole to take a break at that point. Don't
never whack one in his hole if it ain't finished, some are so overweight
it's a problem gettin' 'em out so you can finish." He blinked suddenly,
"what the fuck am I doin' tellin' you two pussies all this for anyway? Come
on, I have the strangest feelin' that this is going to be a long day, first
all the kids are going to shoot with us and now the man himself. Three kids
just went to the house to get weapons and ammo and I discovered they
actually have a range," he pointed vaguely toward the pinchers, "out near
that rock." Vincent got in a golf cart, "I'll meet you out there, you two
can just run," he grinned, "you both need the exercise."

###

"Isn't the local government sensitive about whites owning weapons? I've
been meaning to ask about that." Doug asked while Evan loaded his arms,
"Shit you've got enough stuff in here to outfit an army that's bigger than
theirs."

Evan and Buck giggled. Doug was having trouble remembering that he was the
owner of Dagger Cay. "No, you do asshole," Evan retorted. He looked at the
back wall of the small room, "Hey, while we're in here, I'll show you the
vault and how to get the motherfucker open."

"There's a vault? Where is it in the master suite?"

"Nope," Evan started using his fist to pound along the base of a gun
rack. When nothing happened he paused to think, "Oh yeah, now I
remember. They're all different." He used both hands to push a rifle stock
down in its butt socket. The lock released and the back wall swung toward
them to reveal a metal door equipped with just a small blinking red light
like the vault on Sea Song. "Grandfather was not a very trusting soul. This
is the tricky part, if you don't do it right,"

"I hope you're going to say it won't open, but I bet you aren't are you? Is
there anything in it?" Doug interrupted handing off his load of ammo to
Buck so he could run a hand over the cold stainless steel.

"Nope and I don't know, the contents in any of them weren't
mentioned. Watch this Douggie; if you do it wrong you don't get a second
chance."

"The room blows?"

"Yeah at least, probably the whole house and maybe the entire island,
that's what happens if anyone fucks with the one on Sea Song along with
every other one of Grandfather's safes around the world." Evan pushed the
same rifle stock down three times while he counted. The red light turned
green and the six inch thick door swung open ponderously enough for all
three boys to peer around the edge and back away just as slowly. The
interior was a narrow corridor whose walls were safe deposit boxes in
assorted sizes. "I'll bet this was the hotel vault. Grandfather just
replaced the door and improved the safety features."

Buck dropped the ammunition boxes to join the others inside. None of the
individual boxes were locked, just pushed closed. "Whatever is in here is
yours." Doug volunteered.

Evan shrugged, "There might be some get away money, but nothing else was
mentioned," he told them cryptically.

They began pulling the small doors open starting at the back. Doug was
frowned at until he got the message that he was responsible for looking in
the highest compartments with the smallest boxes while Evan and Buck
searched the larger sizes from their respective eye levels down to the
floor. The two shorter boys found ten of the titanium cases in the five
floor level bins closest to the door. Evan hefted them and shook each one
without explaining his reason. All of them seemed to be equally quite heavy
and none sounded like they might contain gravel. "Nope," Evan announced
cryptically again, "nothing but packed cashola. You can have it," he
giggled suddenly; "I never thought I'd be saying this, but I don't feel
like lugging these around. I've got one, just in case, and that's enough,
but I'll tell you guys this, if I don't own the company that makes these
fucking suitcases, I'm buying it. Do you know what one of these
motherfuckers costs?"

Buck fell to his knees laughing; Doug and Evan didn't see the irony in
Evan's thinking and the question. While he was on the floor, he walked far
enough on his knees to open each of the cases. "What I mean is," he ran his
hand over the top layer of ten thousand dollar bundles stacked on edge. "It
looks like there's two and a half to maybe three million in each case, "so
you might be able to buy your suitcase company with what's here."

Buck shrugged again, "No thank you, I'll just write them a check."

Doug sat down by Buck and hugged his knees, "You know since Bucky told us
your Foundation is paying all the island expenses, and paying me rent
besides, I sure don't need this laying around. Maybe we should give it to
someone who could use it."

"Who, guys here at the school?"

"No, closer to home, I was thinking of Peter, he could use it. He's always
been concerned about keeping up with us. He's always so super polite, quiet
and helpful but he's always in the background you know?"

"How about splitting it up with Peter and the Golden brothers, they're like
Pete in a restaurant, always looking at the fucking prices first because
they feel funny ordering what they'd really like because it might be too
expensive."

"DUH, Harm and Spence never met Grandfather remember? It would be kind of
hard making them believe he left them something. I think I've got them
covered pretty well through their father anyway. Hey, do you guys want to
go to Europe with me? Just a quick trip, over and back in a couple of days,
come on it'll be fun."

Doug and Buck grinned at each other and nodded together. Buck began closing
the cases, "Are we agreed; we'll bequeath all this to Peter?" he asked and
noticed an envelope in the lid folder of one case closest to the door. "Hey
check this, it's got Marc's name on it. Is that Anton's writing?" he turned
it over, "it isn't sealed." He handed it to Evan.

Evan read the letter; his smile grew, "Yeah, if you don't want this then
its Peter's." He waved the letter at the cases and looked at Doug with a
shit eating grin. "It looks like you've got a permanent guest anytime he
shows up here and your guest now has a hundred million to pay us for all
the fucking pictures he takes." He began laughing and sailed the letter
toward Doug. "Remember when he offed the guy on the yacht the night we were
invaded? He saved Grandfather's life; I think this must be the first of the
bequest letters grandfather wrote as soon as he got back in the house."

"Come on guys," Doug encouraged when they heard distant gunshots, "someone
will be here looking for us if we don't get a move on." They rushed loading
the additional weapons and ammo in two golf carts after closing the vault
door and the light returned to ominous red. The ten cases of currency were
lined up neatly on the armory floor waiting until Evan could get Billie to
generate a letter from Anton to Peter on his computer. They decided to keep
the reason simple; Anton greatly enjoyed Peter's company the night of the
grape jelly orgy. The simple fact that the letter would be a forgery didn't
bother the three goodwill conspirators at all.

Hans and Herman had the firing range built out near the point to train the
island residents in the event of some problem where additional marksmanship
was required and used it frequently themselves whenever they were in
residence with Anton. No one wanted to step back up to the firing line, not
with Bucky, John and Bill watching until David became the self-appointed
range master and actually ordered the three men to step forward after
selecting a weapon of choice. Bucky looked back and crooked a finger at
Vincent then pointed to vacant firing positions at his side. Vincent then
just muscled Jeff and Eric forward with his beefy hands in the middle of
their bare backs. Marc shed his cameras and grabbed a rifle with a
telescopic sight and a new metal military ammunition box of his favorite
explosive rounds. Doug and Buck got out their smallish twenty-five caliber
semiautomatics and Evan seated a clip in his favorite squirt gun. The other
boys picked weapons they preferred. David stood back grinning while
everyone took a place. There were eight firing positions; nothing more than
posts set in the ground.

"Okay gentlemen and young ladies, today since everyone picked the weapon
that they're best at using, we're all going to switch around. Today no one
will stand around being showoffs. Trade those pieces with someone and Marc
you just put yours aside WITH that ammo. We'll have to find a place where
we can practice with rifles, maybe across the lagoon somehow. Vincent, are
you going to keep an eye on your newbies?" Vincent nodded in the
affirmative and crossed himself causing blushes and embarrassed looks
between Jeff and Eric each had already fired a clip without damaging a
target. David looked over the group waiting to be picked for the last three
positions, and pointed to Spencer, Harmon and Tommy, "Okay, I'll take care
of mine."

Tommy looked insulted briefly before he said something to Doug, his walking
pad and pencil. Doug giggled and nodded. Tommy took his position wearing a
shoulder holstered semiautomatic and carried a machine pistol casually as
if he'd used one somewhere before. Doug and the boy's doting parents,
Dieter and Billie followed and stood behind him. When David gave the order
to fire, everyone not on the line watched Tommy expecting him to duplicate
Evan's first time experience on the Sea Song a few weeks earlier. Tommy
disappointed them by holding the wire stock against his hip and using his
free hand on top of the short barrel to hold the muzzle down and level
while he fired precise bursts of two or three without apparent
aiming. Tommy was first to retrieve his man shaped target and hand it to
David proudly after the cease fire. David's eyes widened; fifteen of twenty
bullets went through the target and twelve of those in the man. The target
was a definite fatality.

"Scammer," David laughed, "you've been out here with Dieter haven't you?"

Dieter puffed out his chest, while Billie hugged Tommy, only partially
motherly and the rest bordering on passionate. Mutt and Jeff the feathered
odd couple left their perch on Dieter's little truck with irate squawks at
the first shot only to spiral down toward Billie and Tommy after the firing
stopped. Dieter and Doug were in their flight path. A warning squawk from
Jeff caused Dieter to pull Doug to his knees at the last minute. The birds'
landing on their favorite humans hugging each other was anything but
graceful. Billie's back was toward them so he took the brunt of the birds'
scolding, claw grasping and feathered wing flagellation "FUCK ME!" Mutt
grumped and side stepped along Billie's arm to reach Tommy's shoulder to
begin chewing at his holsters' leather shoulder strap with a beak capable
of cracking Brazil nuts easily. Tommy blew a puff of air at the bird to
signal him to take flight. The big bird left them cursing Billy and Tommy
for driving too fast and announced that he was starving while he
straightened his course for the home perch with Mutt following flying lower
and slower as usual but no quieter.



Vincent adopted a conciliatory tone when Jeff the human and Eric hesitantly
offered him their targets, "Look guys, it's this way; these pieces of paper
are a fucking lot cheaper than ammo. The bullets is actually supposed to
put holes in the paper, mostly in the guy printed on it so I ask you, WHAT
THE FUCK ARE YOU SAVIN' HIM FOR? He ain't even shootin' back, if he was
where would you be?"

Jeff looked up at the sun and shrugged, "Which way is Ft. Lauderdale from
here?" he asked and stepped back to get away from Vincent's hands reaching
for his neck.

Eric giggled, Vincent shifted his arms and lifted him by the neck until
Eric looked down on the big man from bulging eyes in a purpling face, "I
don't hold much with abusin' kids, but then I know you ain't a kid you just
look like one, so I'd say all bets are off. Get my meanin'?"

The morning progressed. David excused the most proficient from further
practice, which then stayed to coach the less adept. By noon, everyone had
had enough, the midmorning break time treats, iced drinks and water were
gone and bare bodies ran with sweat. Vincent balked, since Jeff and Eric
were his men he was determined that they were going to be the best of all
the guard pool in every discipline and dehydration and or sunburn be
damned. Even he was roasting; he'd removed his leather armament harness
first while everyone took a break and then his gaily printed and soaking
wet Hawaiian shirt followed.

Bucky ended the dispute quietly after Doug pointed across the lagoon at the
four catamarans beached in front of the old restaurant which Josh had
stayed behind to launch from Sea Song's boat deck and tow to shore. Doug
immediately challenged everyone to a race across the shortcut through the
lagoon's sparkling waters. The boys first raced to case their weapons, and
then provide Charlie with more help than he needed to get behind the wheel
of his cart. He'd discovered that he could push the accelerator by pushing
down on his right knee cap after his stiff foot was place on the
accelerator. He loved his new mobility and wasn't about to hold the others
back by attempting the half mile swim. They left him laughing and giving
them all his finger while he attempted to steer, accelerate and hold down
his bobbing erection with a towel to hide it from the men left behind. Jeff
and Eric were squatted down on a towel filling ammo clips Vincent towered
over them. Bucky nudged Vincent's arm, "Three of your four charges are
planning to swim across the lagoon. I just wanted you to know that sharks
have been known to come in here. The last time we were here a twelve footer
nearly got Doug."

Vincent looked up suddenly. A launch was skimming toward them from the
yacht with six men on board in response to a quick radio call from
Gregor. One held binoculars to his eyes trained on the pinchers. Four held
rifles and looked everywhere while the sixth man piloted the boat, intent
on reaching the boys where they would enter the water before they got that
far. "Shit can shootin' for the day," he ordered, "I'll police them
weapons, you two get out there and keep up with them bosses. If you see a
shark, stop swimmin' and make like bait, you know flap your arms like you
were drownin' or somethin' to get their attention."

"How do you know we can swim?" Jeff asked with a grin.

Vincent shrugged, "If you can't, just wade out until you can't touch bottom
and start drownin' early, that way the sharks will get a belly full before
they bother the boys." He chambered a round in his weapon. "If they get you
within a hundred yards I'll off you before they eat too much, you know, to
like cut down on your pain."

Eric and Jeff backed away from the big man toward the boys; they whispered
together and were relieved that both could swim. "Can you really hit
anything a hundred yards away?" Eric asked unconsciously rubbing his
throat.

"See that highest rock across the inlet?" Vincent pointed using the muzzle
of his weapon, "That's about right. Sometimes if I'm feelin' nasty I let a
contract run about that far. They think they got it made." He straight
armed his piece and emptied it at the distant rock. Everyone watching could
see closely spaced puffs of coral dust rise from the impromptu target. Even
Joe and David were amazed to see that Vincent's arm was strong enough to
prevent the powerful handgun from lifting very much when it recoiled.

The boys started running, "We're convinced!" Jeff shouted over his
shoulder.

Doug told Meesha to warn the men in the launch about the possibility of a
visit from the dolphin pod at anytime, and they needed to be very sure of
their targets before they fired. Meesha relayed the message and Gregor
added that if there was a mistake that the guilty party or parties would be
the guests of honor at a fishing tournament where they would get to use
their own manhood's as bait while they bled to death. Gregor laughed while
he doggie paddled but his eyes legitimized the warning.

The challenge race never got started because Doug with Harm at his side was
happy with just the feel of the water and was content to idle along with
the group. They paused off the beach where Billie and Dieter were building
their home. A barge was beached there temporarily, it was floating concrete
plant with a small crane mounted on the stern that lifted sand and gravel
from another that was anchored close by. There wasn't much to see of the
mansion to be, just massive stilts that supported a large slab that would
be the second floor. A swarm of workmen were building forms for columns on
the slab to support the roof eventually while others guided a fat hose that
pumped concrete into finished forms. Doug and Tommy both stopped doggie
paddling at the same time to float together. Both wore quizzical
expressions before they grinned at each other as the fuzzy image of the Sea
Song bathed in moonlight entered their minds simultaneously.

"Tonight," Tommy mouthed.

"Yeah after moonrise at Sea Song," Doug agreed verbally while he held the
image in his mind hoping he was returning it to wherever the dolphin were
cavorting outside the reef.

Identical heads broached near theirs, "What's happening tonight?" the twins
asked together excitedly. "We just got clubbed with a picture of Sea Song."

"We're having an orgy on the swim platform and in the lagoon I think,"
Tommy's enthusiastic nodding confirmed the time and place.

"HUH? What are we doing?" Harm asked spitting water.

Doug giggled, "Rocket just called in, they want to party tonight."

"Rocket, you mean the boss dolphin, the one who taught you that stroke? How
do you party with them?" Harm asked.

"The very same," Doug reddened through his developing sun glow, started
swimming again and explained in graphic detail. When Harm's stroke
faltered, Doug ducked his head briefly, studied the magnificent problem and
came up laughing. "Holy shit, if I could talk trash to you during a race
I'd beat your ass every time with that big hard cock dragging you down, not
to mention spoil your concentration. Hey guys check out Harm!" he called
and pointed down.

There were instant splashes and flashing pairs of feet as everyone
including Spencer dove for a look see in response. Harm went fetal by
hugging his knees but then couldn't swim or defend himself when they began
pushing his body around like a living waterlogged toy. He broke free when
he needed to breathe by stretching out and initiating the race to the beach
in front of the restaurant with Doug and the others in laughing
half-hearted pursuit. The frantic exercise worked, almost. Harm won and
waded to shore occupied by pushing and shoving the others away in an effort
to get them to stop pointing and trying to cop feels.

Suddenly there was a burst of catcalls and cheering from the restaurant
terrace. Everyone was congregated there for lunch. John Wilcott nudged Bill
Henderson, "Will you look at how well that boy is hung? My God, as the
ladies would say; what a waste, and that's how it looks when he's half
hard. He makes our sons look like peanuts and I thought they were all well
endowed."

Bucky laughed and agreed with his friends until he saw Harmon's total
embarrassment and growing desperation at being harassed, "ENOUGH" he
barked. Silence descended and everyone became statues. "Come over here and
join us for lunch Harm, I promise you'll be left alone to eat in peace."

Harm smiled thankfully and ran to their table to slip into a chair and
promptly adjust the tablecloth covering his legs and added his napkin
before he looked at his surroundings. The new and never used restaurant had
been reopened at Bucky's suggestion and was to be used henceforth as the
student dining facility to return privacy to the 'big house', the former
main hotel building for Doug as the new owner. There Dieter was in his
element. He drafted island natives as the wait staff, and set the tables as
they would have been set in the four star resort eatery; linen, fine china,
sliver flatware, crystal stemware and low bowls of fresh flowers. He
checked the unused menus against available food stocks and decided to use
them as well.

The students old and new weren't impressed with the splendor they
discovered at the first lunch, most were paralyzed and everyone spoke in
whispers if they spoke at all while they continually sneaked peeks at the
big round corner table close to the beach where Bucky sat with his
friends. A boatman heard the word, Godfather and that word spread from the
blacks to the students, it explained everything; the limos, the bodyguards,
the weapons, the island and the school itself. Each boy wondered if, when
and how he would be summoned to the Godfather's bed because there was no
other reason for the school; it was a stable, a stud farm stocked with the
finest young hustlers in Ft. Lauderdale and Bucky was obviously the
ultimate Sugar Daddy.

After Bucky's flash of anger, the guys in the group quickly and quietly
took vacant chairs wherever they could avoiding the six at Bucky's table
set for ten which left the ringleaders, Doug, Buck, and Evan standing with
Billy, Tommy and Spence. Tommy naturally stayed close to Doug and Buck,
Billy and Evan were inseparable and Spencer continued to look astounded and
slightly dazed by his surroundings.

Evan, in the interest of avoiding a scolding from Bucky directed at him,
Doug and Buck, looked at the Golden brothers appraisingly, "Hey do you guys
have your passports with you?" Both were surprised at the question and they
shook their heads before Harm ventured that they didn't even have
passports. Evan stood up to look around the terrace. He found Billie seated
with a group of students and in the middle of bestowing the basics of table
etiquette, like the napkin, although artfully arranged in everyone's water
glass really wasn't a decoration and was to be placed on the diner's lap as
soon as they were seated. "Hey Billie," Evan called "can you come up with
two passports real fast?"

Billie hesitated until he made eye contact with Will seated at another
table. Will nodded, but qualified his agreement, "You know you need to
stock up with all these special stationary supplies, I may not have the
right country with me."

"What country?" Billie called back to Evan as if Evan couldn't hear Will's
criticism.

"U. S. of A. of course!" Evan shouted back.

"American," Billie relayed to Will two tables away from Evan.

Will nodded again with a grin, enjoying the game, "Who are they for?" he
shouted to Billie.

"Will wants to know the blokes' names!"

Evan grabbed a crusty roll and sent it overhand at Billie's head, "What are
you geeks a comedy team or what's the story? Harm and Spencer, are going
with us to Europe," he explained directly to Will, "and they need passports
by tomorrow morning." Billie caught the roll and threw it back. Evan
received in on the side of his head since he wasn't looking. The roll
bounced and rolled away, Evan, Doug and Buck reached for the basket of
freshly baked ammo at the same time.

Bucky anticipated them and moved it out of reach, "There will be NO FOOD
FIGHTS!" he decreed and grinned watching the three withdraw their hands to
under the table. Bucky continued in a normal voice, "You're off to Europe,
okay, now tell me who are the WE you mentioned? How many of the gang are
you taking along?"

"Just Buck and Doug, Harm and Spence, Billie and Dieter and Tommy of
course, it's just a quick trip over, one day there and then one day back to
Nassau." Evan saw Bucky look around the terrace until he found David and
Noah and anticipated Bucky's next question, "We're expected and we'll be
staying with Hans and Herman. They still have all of Grandfather's security
in place, so it will be just like he was in residence. We're going to tour
a couple of the castles so I can collect some stuff Grandfather left
behind, actually some very heavy getaway stashes. You knew Grandfather lots
longer than me."

Evan didn't need to elaborate further when Bucky nodded quickly, "Okay I
get the picture, David and Noah will be enough. Need I tell you to be safe
and smart while you're there?"

###

Evan invited Marc to his suite while they were on the launch back out to
Sea Song for the night. Marc was surprised to find that there was no one
else there. It was unusual for Evan to be alone, but then he assumed that
everyone who wanted to play with the dolphin was getting prepared which was
reason for there to be couples and smallish groups in the showers and not
hanging out with Evan. Evan was curled up on the sofa watching an edited
tape of the last watery orgy between Doug and Rocket. Marc flopped next to
Evan and immediately attempted to uncurl him so he could get at was he was
more than certain was a raging hard on.

Evan pointed vaguely to the computer console while his eyes stayed on the
screen. He feigned disinterest, "There's a letter over there from
Grandfather with your name on it. We found it this morning in the vault, it
looks like the one Doug got, you might want to take a look at it."

"Really, a letter for me, cool, what's Anton have to say?" Marc didn't
connect the possible importance of his letter with Doug's.

"Search me, it's sealed." Evan watched Marc scoot to pick up the envelope,
weigh it and turn it over to finger the red wax seal embossed with a
dagger.

"The seal is neat. I need to get a ring like that and seal all my letters
that way." Marc shrugged that thought off with a giggle, "But then I'd have
to start writing letters instead of e-mails; fuck that." He tried to open
the flap without fracturing the seal, and failed. He read the sheet and
sank slowly to his knees. Evan gave up the pretense of being preoccupied
and began to giggle with Doug, Buck and Billy when they raced from the
bedroom to tackle Marc where he knelt and then begin to distract him with
slobbery congratulatory kisses. "This is a joke right? Do you know what
this says?" he asked when he could, as he decided it really was a joke and
not really all that funny.

"DUH, of course we know what it says it wasn't sealed. Grandfather must
have written it just after the invasion, put it in the vault and then
forgot about it."

When Marc received further assurance from Doug and Buck that it was indeed
real, he looked at Evan strangely, "If it is real, and it looks like it is,
why didn't you just tear it the fuck up?"

Evan stopped laughing, he was hurt by the question, "I could have, and I
could have torn them all up after I opened them to see how much I was
saving, Douggie's too. To tell you the truth I didn't think about it
because it's Grandfather's money and he wanted everyone that did something
special for him to have some to remember him by. Yours says he wants you to
buy more film and cameras. Now every time you take a picture you'll
remember him won't you?"

"Yeah, I will. I'm sorry Evan, I'm sorry I even thought about all that, it
just popped out. Hey, we should celebrate," Marc started walking toward the
bedroom door. "I call bottom all night since I'm the host. Hey Doug, can I
build a house here? You know I need to buy my own boat too. And cars! Man
I'll get a whole fleet of exotics!" His spending spree stopped suddenly,
"No I won't either, I'll buy film and cameras just like Anton said, I'll
start a production company with Dylan and we'll produce all his films from
now on, that's what I'll do, we'll make a fucking fortune and then I'll
start buying shit! Come on guys, who's first?"

"No one asshole, we're having an orgy with the dolphin after dark remember?
Since you're so hyper, why don't you go find Peter? Bring him back here;
I've got a letter for him too."

"Oh yeah, okay. Can I bring Dylan along? If I find Pete, I'll find Dylan
too, since they're almost married." He giggled, "If cock heads grew roots,
Pete would have to be in all Dylan's pictures, yup, right behind him. Man
what a challenge for wardrobe!"

Peter and Dylan walked in the suite together holding hands just as Marc
prophesied. Both looked sweated and flushed and neither seemed to be overly
amused by Marc's interruption or insistence that they go with him to Evan's
suite. The ten metal cases were lined up in the middle of the floor. All
had been opened and turned so the lids faced the door to temporarily hide
the contents, the three conspirators and Billy stood in front of them. Evan
held the letter they wrote to Peter from Anton that Billie then created on
his computer using Anton's handwriting as the script when it was printed.

"Just like I said, fucking rabbits." Marc joked. When he saw the cases he
walked around the guys to check the contents, Peter's inheritance. "Holy
motherfucking shit!" he mumbled and began turning the cases around while
Peter's attention was fixed on reading the letter.

The boys stepped out of the way. Peter's eyes dropped before his body with
Dylan at his side, already laughing and pounding his back. Ten minutes
later Peter was still wondering how Anton knew the difference between his
body and Meesha or Doug's and it only happened once.

"Because asshole you always take the trouble to thank whoever fucks you or
you fuck, just like it says in the letter. No one else but you is that
fucking polite." Doug explained.

"You know Dad used the excuse that he and my mother couldn't come on this
vacation because he was getting ready for the fall term. That was bullshit.
They're really just uncomfortable being around your parents, you know like
the haves with the have nots? They really like everyone and all and they
get along great, but they just always feel like outsiders."

Buck knocked on Peter's head with his fist, "Well you've got the same
problem pal, the next time we see you looking at prices on a menu, you can
just pick up the check as a penalty."

Peter giggled, "I'm just going to hold you to that motherfucker! Is it
alright if I call my folks?"

Evan shook his head while he giggled and laughed with Buck and Doug,
"Absolutely not! Am I made of money? Do you know how much such calls cost?"
He dropped his Anton accent, "Actually Buck sent some heavies to kidnap
them; they're already on their way down here. Billie's chopper took off ten
minutes ago to pick them up in Nassau. Now Mr. Peter Anderson,
multimillionaire, the first thing you need to do is to get all this nasty
shit out of my suite! Paper money really does stink doesn't it, just one
more reason to use checks!"


 

 

 

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