Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2010 17:28:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nurse and the Patient, Part 12

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens
Jetdesk2@yahoo.com



Nurse and the Patient, Part 12



	When Jonathan returned to Lance's house he greeted his patient and
lover with a kiss. He smiled and asked, "How are you doing?"
	"More importantly, how did your second trip to my old man's house
go?"
	 Jonathan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Not much. Let me change
clothes and check into dinner. We'll talk while we eat."
	Lance had a puzzled look, but he didn't say anything. He watched as
Jonathan left the room. He remained in the den.
	Jonathan hurried down the hall to his room and quickly changed into
shorts and a tank top. He soon reappeared and went to the kitchen to
prepare the evening meal.
	They were about half way through the meal when Lance spoke. "Okay,
what happened while you were at Dad's?"
	Jonathan pushed his plate back. "Actually I didn't discover
anything at all." He went on to tell Lance about the box he thought was
missing.
	"Are you serious?"
	Jon nodded. "As a heart attack," he said.
	"Something important must have been stored in that box."
	"I agree. Damn, I wish I had taken the time to search it the first
time. Why did I pick that particular box to stop with?"
	"Sounds to me as if you were pretty close to something," Lance
agreed.
	"I'm going back first thing in the morning," Jonathan told
him. "That is, if you can spare me that early," he added.
	"Makes you wonder if that's the only thing missing; if there isn't
anything left to discover."
	"I tend to agree with you; still, I will go back. If nothing else,
I need to keep up my image."
	They spent a quiet evening just the two of them. Jonathan called
Tony and told him about the missing box, and then they headed for the hot
tub.
	Half an hour later they were out of the water and back inside the
house. The warm water had zapped Lance of his energy, and he was ready to
take a bath and fall into bed.
	Jonathan helped him get into the tub of water. He heard the
telephone ring, and he walked into Lance's bedroom and answered it.
	It was Tony Miller.
	"Jonathan, Tony Miller. Do you have a moment?"
	"Hi, Tony, what's on your mind?"
	"I just received a phone call from Lance's father."
	Jonathan's heart did a flip flop. He said, "Really?" For some
reason he was not surprised to hear this news.
	"Seems as if someone couldn't wait to get the news to Sam about the
internal audit that was going on with his company," Tony told him.
	"I can guess who the informant is," Jonathan said.
	"Agnes?"
	"Most likely," Jon agreed. "And I think Sarah is keeping her
informed with everything that goes on at the house," he added.
	"Oh, I agree."
	"So, what did you tell Sam?"
	"Well, for now he is satisfied. I told him basically the same thing
I told both Agnes and Sarah. I think we'll be all right until he comes
home. By then I am sure he will get in touch with the right people, and he
will know it's not a true audit."
	"Then what will we do?"
	Tony was silent for a moment. The he said, "Something tells me we
had better find whatever we can before he returns from his trip. It may not
be so pleasant once he is back in town."
	"What about you, Tony? Will you lose your job?"
	"I don't think so. I think I can get by with telling Sam that I
received a telephone call telling me about this audit thing. The most I
think he will say is that I should have followed it through and not allowed
anything to happen until everything had been verified with the real audit
company."
	"Agnes and Sarah will tell him I've been around," Jonathan reminded
him.
	"They will, but they don't know you are actually Lance's nurse. You
will just have to be extra cautious and make sure they don't see you in
that capacity."
	"So, I should be back at Sam's house in the morning?"
	"Yes, you do. Time is running out, and we've got to work
quickly. In fact, I think I will work with you in the morning. When I see
Agnes, I'm going to tell her you want me to spend some time with you, that
you have some questions. Perhaps if the both of us are searching through
files, and if there is something still to be found, together, we'll
discover it a little sooner."
	After a few more words Jonathan ended his conversation with Tony
and rejoined Lance in the bathroom.
	"How are things going in here?" he greeted.
	"Who was on the phone?" Lance asked.
	"Are you finished bathing?"
	At Lance's nod, Jonathan reached for a towel. "Let's get you out of
here and into bed, and I'll tell you."
	Jonathan helped his patient to dry off. After Lance was in bed, he
said,
	"That was Tony on the phone."
	Jonathan went on to explain the reason for Tony's call. As he
talked, Lance lay there listening, a scowl beginning to form on his face.
	"I don't like this," Lance said when Jonathan had finished.
	"I don't either, but we're in it way too deep to stop now,"
Jonathan pointed out.
	"Maybe we should let this drop," Lance said a few moments
later. "After all, it's not as if I have no money," he added.
	"This was your mother's company," Jonathan reminded. "Are you
willing to let him steal it all from you? If that's what he's doing, that
is."
	"Well, when you put it that way, hell no."
	"I'm glad you feel that way."





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	Jonathan rolled over and looked at the clock on the table beside
the bed. It was six a.m. He had slept very little. Thoughts had run rampant
all night long through his brain, keeping him from relaxing and falling
asleep. He saw that Lance was sleeping peacefully beside him, and he
quietly crawled out of the bed.
	He went out to the kitchen and put his coffee on, and then hurried
down the hall to the room where he kept his clothes. Lance had told him to
move his things into his room, but Jonathan had never gotten around to
doing that.
	He went into the bathroom that connected with his room and jumped
into the shower. His body ached from the rough night he'd had, and the
needles that pierced his body helped to relax him and make his skin stop
feeling as if it were going to crawl off his body.
	He finished with his shower, and after shaving, he dressed for his
day. When he returned to the kitchen, he was no longer Jonathan Davis,
Nurse. Rather, he was dressed and looked the part of Terry Watkins, lowest
partner of Barnes, Taylor & Watkins.
	As he sat at the table sipping coffee from a cup, he was joined by
Lance.
	Lance made his way to the table aided by the recently acquired
walker. He leaned over and gave Jonathan a kiss. "Morning," he greeted.
	"Good morning, Lance. "Sleep well?"
	"Much better than you, I fear," Lance answered.
	"I was afraid I was disturbing you. I should have gone to my room."
	"Nonsense, my room is your room."
	Jonathan brought Lance a cup of coffee and placed it in front of
him. "Just the same, you need your rest."
	"And you don't?" Lance gave him a grin and then changed the
subject. "What's on your agenda for today?"
	Jonathan was thoughtful for a moment. Finally he said, "I think I'm
going to pay Edith Baxter a visit this morning."
	Surprise shown on Lance's face, and he asked, "Why the hell would
you do that?"
	Jonathan shook his head. He said, "I'm not positive, but I have
wondered if she might be able to shed some light on some things. After all,
wasn't she an employee of Smyth Oil forever?"
	"As long as I can remember," Lance said. "My grandfather hired
her."
	"I wonder why your father let her go. I'm sure she was a very good
employee. Other wise she wouldn't have lasted all those years."
	"I always liked her. When I was a kid growing up, every time I came
to the office she was always so kind to me. She always had some kind of
candy at her desk to give me."
	"I meant to get her address from Tony last night, and I forgot."
	"I think I have it," Lance said thoughtfully. "If you don't mind,
go look in my desk. It should be in the right hand top drawer. It's a green
covered book."
	Jonathan hurried down the hall to the small room that was Lance's
office. He hurried inside and sat down at the desk. He pulled out the
drawer and immediately found what he was looking for.
	He opened the book and found Edith Baxter's name. He quickly wrote
her address and telephone number on a pad on Lance's desk. Then he hurried
out of the room and joined Lance.
	"Find it?" Lance asked.
	Jonathan held out his piece of paper. "Got it," he said.
	"Good."
	"Is there anything I should know about Edith before I speak with
her?"
	"Not that I know of," Lance answered. "I'm sure she must have
worked for my family a good twenty years or better. I would think she would
be able to tell you anything that happened business wise during that time."
	"Good." Jonathan seemed lost in thought for a second. Then he said,
"I think I'll have Tony give her a call. She does know him, doesn't she?"
	"I think so, although probably not personally. I think my father
let her go before he hired Tony."
	"I'm hoping so. It should pave the way for me to see her."




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	Jonathan reached the Thompson home before Tony. He rang the bell
and stepped back to wait.
	The door swung back.
	"Good morning, Mr. Watkins," Sarah greeted.
	As he walked inside, she closed the door behind him.
	"You're early," she said.
	"I'm hoping to finish up either today or tomorrow," he told her.
	"That will be good."
	She turned her back on him and disappeared through a door to his
right.
	"She's probably heading to a telephone so she can keep Agnes
informed of what I'm doing," Jonathan thought as he walked down the hall.
	He didn't even pretend to go into Sam Thompson's office. Instead,
he reached for the key ring that would allow him admittance to the floor
below. He quickly locked the door behind him and hurried down the flight of
stairs that ended with the second locked door.
	He unlocked the last door, and stepping inside, he flipped a switch
causing the room to be flooded with a bright light. He quickly locked the
door. He really didn't think anything else could be found here, but he was
going to "put in an appearance" until Tony arrived.
	He didn't have to wait long. While he was searching the contents of
the last box he heard the key in the door. He watched as the door opened
and Tony Miller walked inside the room.
	"Morning," Tony greeted.
	"Tony."
	"Still searching, are you?"
	"This is the last one," Jonathan said.
	"Seeing that Jonathan was almost finished with it, he said, "Am I
to assume you found nothing there either?"
	"Yep, looks that way."
	Jonathan mentioned Edith Baxter. "I think I'm going to pay her a
visit this morning. If she is home," he added.
	When he asked if Tony would mind giving her a call, Tony said he
would.
	"There's not much of a signal down here this morning. Let's go out
to the car, and I'll give her a call."
	Leaning against Jonathan's car, Tony placed his call to Edith
Baxter. He explained who he was and that because of an audit; he was
wondering if they could ask her some questions.
	She asked Tony if he were coming to her house.
	"I can if you like, Mrs. Baxter."
	"Miss," she corrected him rather sharply.
	"If you would feel more comfortable with me there, Miss Baxter,
then I can come along with Mr. Watkins."
	She was silent on her end of the line for a time. Finally she said,
"That won't be necessary, Mr. Miller."
	Edith Baxter and Tony agreed on a certain time. When their
conversation was over, he looked at Jonathan and smiled. "She'll see you in
half an hour. Do you know her address?"
	Jonathan padded the left side of his chest. "I have both her
address and telephone number."
	"Well, then I guess you're all set. Good luck, Mr. Watkins."
	Tony started for his car. Before he got inside, he turned and said,
"Oh, I've been thinking about something. Maybe you should avoid coming to
the office from now on. It might be safer if Agnes doesn't lay eyes on you
again."
	Jonathan agreed, and the two said their goodbyes and went separate
ways.
	Jonathan was familiar with the part of town where Edith lived, and
he had no trouble finding her house. He parked in front of her home and
hurried up to the door.
	He discovered an old fashion doorbell ringer to the right of the
screened door, and he gave it a twist. He heard the sound of an ancient
bell ring somewhere inside the house.
	The heavy wooden door opened, and he suddenly found himself being
greeted by two very sharp eyes. It was a moment before the woman spoke, and
in that time, Jonathan felt as if he was being penetrated by the strongest
X ray vision possible.
	"Mr. Watkins, I take it?"
	"That's right, Terry Watkins. Are you Miss Baxter?"
	"I am."
	She studied him a bit longer, and finally she unlocked the screened
door and pushed it backward forcing Jonathan to take a step backward.
	"You may come in," she invited.
	Forcing himself to relax and take a breath in, Jonathan followed
her into a very old fashion living room. As he entered the room, the
furnishings, he discovered, were definitely of another time.
	Edith Baxter told him to have a seat on the couch.
	Jonathan did as he was told. He said, "This is a lovely room, Miss
Baxter. Have you lived here long?"
	"All my life, Mr. Watkins," she answered. "I was born and raised in
this house," she added.
	That explained why everything was old, Jonathan thought.
	"Mr. Watkins, I am sure you are not here to take in my home. Just
what is it you want from me?"
	"May I call you Edith?"
	"You may call me Miss Baxter," she informed him. As she spoke the
words that sharp penetrating look reappeared in her eyes, on her face once
more.
	"Very well, Miss Baxter it is. Did Mr. Miller explain to you the
reason for my visit?"
	"Something about an audit with Smyth Oil is what he told me."
	"That's right. My company is working with Cox and Wade in this. Are
you familiar with them?"
	She nodded. "Yes, I worked with them the entire time I worked for
the Smyth Company."
	"Just how long did you work for Sam Thompson, Miss Baxter?"
	"I worked for the Smyth Company for over twenty-five years. I
worked for Sam Thompson three months." The last of what she said came out
in a bitter tone.
	"Did you decide to retire after all those years?"
	"Retire? Retire?" she repeated. "I did NOT retire, Mr. Watkins. I
was told the company had changed and that I had not changed with it. I was
told that I was no longer an asset for Smyth Oil Company."
	"Let me venture a guess. Did Sam Thompson tell you that?"
	"Damn tooting' he did."
	"Was he right? Had times changed and you couldn't survive the
change?"
	"How dare you, Mr. Watkins! I'll have you know that the last day I
worked for Smyth Oil Company I still had the company's best interest in
mind. How dare you, young man!"
	Jonathan felt his face soften and a smile formed on his lips. "Miss
Baxter, I have no doubt of that. I have talked with Lance Thompson, and he
sings your praises to the moon. He has nothing but good to say about you."
	Edith Baxter's face suddenly broke into a smile. "How is Lance?"
she asked.
	Jonathan didn't reveal much about Lance, but he did tell her that
he was recovering from two broken legs.
	"The poor boy," she sighed. "Things were always piled against him."
	Jonathan studied the woman that was sitting across from him. "Tell
me, Miss Baxter, what was Lance's mother like?"
	The sharp look appeared on Edith Baxter's face once more. "And that
has to do with your audit how?"
	Jonathan thought his words over carefully before he spoke. He said,
"To be honest, Miss Baxter, I'm not really sure. I'm just trying to decide
if something funny is going on at Smyth Oil."
	"What do you mean funny?"
	"I'm not at liberty to say just yet. All I can tell you is that
Tony Miller has discovered some things that might mean everything is not
all in the best of interest both to the company, as well as for Lance
Thompson."
	The old woman was quiet for a moment or two. Something seemed to be
on her mind, and it was evident she wasn't sure she should say anything or
not.
	"Miss Baxter, are you all right?"
	Jonathan asked the question when she sat there and didn't speak.
	"I'm fine," she answered. "How can I be of assistance to you?"
	"Other than not `changing with the times' as you were told, why do
you think Sam Thompson let you go?"
	"Because he wanted to hire Agnes Doughty," she answered crisply.
	"Why was that?"
	"Because he was having an affair with her," Edith answered with out
hesitating a second.
	Jonathan was stunned. "Are you certain about that?"
	She nodded her head. "No doubt in my mind," she answered.
	Was Kathleen Thompson alive at that time?"
	"She was."
	"Do you think she had any idea her husband was seeing Agnes
Doughty?"
      Edith shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows? She's dead now, and you
can't ask her."
	"Do you think Lance Thompson knew about his father's affair?"
	"I think his mother tried to shield him from such things. She was a
good mother. About Agnes, I have not a clue."
	Edith offered to make a cup of tea for Jonathan.
	"Thanks, no, I'm fine."
	"Mr. Watkins, are you certain Lance could be in trouble?"
	"You really liked him, didn't you, Miss. Baxter?"
	"You may call me Edith now," she told him.
	"You really liked Lance, didn't you, Edith?"
	"I did. Still do," she corrected herself. "He just had no much
against him."
	"You said that earlier. Just what all did he have against him, as
you put it?"
	"Lots of things, Mr. Watkins," she said. "When you have money,
sometimes it's more trouble that not."
	"I've met Lance Thompson. He seems to have a good head on his
shoulders considering he's `money'."
	"There are things I could tell you, Mr. Watkins."
	"Please call me `Terry'," he said when she didn't continue.
	"There are things I could tell you, Terry," she repeated.
	"I'm listening," he said when she seemed to hesitate once again.
	She looked up at him suddenly. "Have you by any chance been to the
court house, Terry?"
	Jonathan was surprised. "The court house?" he asked. "Why should I
go there?"
	"You might check out some public records there," she suggested.
	"Any in particular I should research?"
	She was thoughtful for a moment. "You might investigate the
Thompson family, as well as the Smyth's."
	"I suppose you could tell me and won't?"
	"Just go to the court house." She stood to her feet indicating he
was being dismissed.
	Jonathan stood to his feet. "May I come back if need be?"
	"I have enjoyed our visit, Mr. Watkins. You may return anytime you
like."
	"Thank you for your time, Miss Baxter."
	Back in his car, Jonathan reached for his cell and punched in a
number.
	"Tony", he said, it's me. I'm heading for the courthouse."
	Answering Tony's question, Jonathan said, "No, I have no clue what
I'm suppose to be looking for. All Edith Baxter say was that I should check
out anything registered to both the Thompson and Smyth families. So, I am
heading there to see what, if anything, I can turn up. Later."
	Ending his call, Jonathan drove out into the street. He would take
Edith's advice and search the records at the courthouse. Just what he was
looking for, he had no idea.


End Part 12.

Mark Stevens