Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2011 21:10:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nurse and the Patient, Part 22

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Mark Stevens


Nurse and the Patient, Part 22


	Lance and Jonathan were in the den. Lance had just finished a
telephone conversation with his lawyer.
	"It's true," he spoke quietly. "The old man's not my father."
	Jonathan jumped to his feet. He walked across the room and knelt
down beside the man he loved so much. "Are you okay?" he asked.
	Lance nodded. "I think I'm okay with it. At least I don't feel
guilty for hating the bastard so."
	Jon reached for his hand. "If there is anything I can do, please,
just tell me."
	Lance looked down and gave him a tender smile. "Just giving me your
love is enough, Jon. You have been my main stay in all of this. In fact,
from the very first time you set foot inside this house I felt your
strength. As for this telephone call from Glenn, as I said, I was expecting
things to work out this way. I had absolutely no reason to doubt Edith."
	"I know that," Jonathan agreed. "So, what happens next?"
	"I'm not certain; however, I do know this. Glenn just told me that
all assets, both from the company and from my father, I mean Sam, are
frozen. And they will remain so until this is all settled."
	Jonathan asked, "How about your funds? Will they be frozen as
well?"
	"I don't think so. Of course, I won't draw anything from the
company until everything is settled."
	"Will you be okay with that?"
	Lance nodded and said, "Nothing to worry about. Besides, I have you
to live off of until this mess is cleared up. He grinned as he said the
words.
      "All that I have is yours," Jonathan assured him.
      "I know that. Trust me, we'll both be fine."


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      During the next two weeks Jonathan and Lance were kept busy. Lance
had a visit with his doctor and was happy to hear Doctor Todd tell him he
could start weaning himself off his crutches.
      "Just take things easy," the doctor warned. "And you see that he
does, Jonathan."
      "He knows I will knock the hell out of him if he doesn't do what I
say," Jonathan said with a grin.
      "I don't think my doctor would appreciate you knocking me around,
being all I have gone through."
	Doctor Todd looked across the room at both men. "I must have been
blind," he said. "Not to have seen this," he added.
	"Seen what?" Jonathan asked innocently.
	William Todd was quiet for a moment. Then smiling, he said, "The
two of you are in love." It was a statement, rather than a question.
	Lance spoke up first. "You are correct, my good doctor. The nicest
thing that has happened to me in years was my accident. The result of that
brought something so wonderful into my life that words can't describe how I
feel."
	"I have heard you have a hell of a lot going on in your life these
days," Dr. Todd remarked. "I hope it's not stressing you out too
much. Stress is never good for anyone, and in your case, with you now back
to walking independently, it definitely would not be good for you."
	"I'm helping to keep his stress down to a bare minimum," Jonathan
assured the doctor.
	William Todd smiled. "I'm sure you are, Jonathan. Speaking of such,
are you about ready to come back to the hospital?  Lance is not going to
need you any longer."
	Before Jonathan could answer, Lance spoke up and said, "That's not
true, Dr. Todd, I do need him. He has a job with me for the rest of his
life. I am going to be a full time patient for him to care for."
	William Todd looked at Jonathan. "Is this true, Jon, are you not
returning to work?"
	"I am thinking on that line of thought. However, I will not leave
the hospital in a jam. If they need me, I will return to work and remain
there until they can find a replacement."
	Todd was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Let me visit with Ann
at the hospital. She's been managing without you, so perhaps you won't even
have to come back. That is, if this is truly what you want to do," he
finished.
	Jonathan looked at Lance and then focused his eyes back on William
Todd. "I think it is what I want to do. I just want to make sure it doesn't
leave Ann in any type of bind."
	"I will check with her and get back with you then."
	William Todd reached out to shake Lance's hand. "Good luck to you,
my friend." He then turned and extended his hand out to Jonathan. "And the
very best to you, my good friend," he said. "If ever you want to return to
the hospital, all you have to do is contact me. Is that understood?"
	"I appreciate that, Doctor. More than you can imagine," he added.
	Back home they discovered there was a message from Ty Bennett, and
Lance returned the call.
	When Lance had the police officer on the line, they talked for
several minutes. When he ended the call, Lance looked at Jonathan. "Well,
the report is in. The fire was definitely not caused by wiring. Or anything
else for that matter," he added.
	"We both know different, don't we?"
	Lance nodded. "Yeah, we do, and that scares the hell out of me. I
could have lost you."
	Jonathan quickly made his way across the room. Taking Lance in his
arms, he said, "I'm still here, and you are stuck with me for good. I am
not going anywhere, at least not without you."
	"It could have ended so badly." Lance choked the words out.
	"Yeah, it could have, but it didn't. I could get hit by a car,
too. Anything can happen to us at any given time, Lance. Life is just a
chance we have to take."
	"I know, you are right," Lance agreed. "Still, every time I think
of you being in that fire, it just drives me absolutely crazy."
	Jonathan changed the subject. "So, did Glenn say what the next step
would be?"
	"Since they can't prove Sam or Agnes had anything at all to do with
the fire, that part is history," Lance answered. "He said the next thing is
to try and prove the old man is guilty of embezzlement to the company, and
any other wrong doing he can be linked to."


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	Jonathan and Lance were sitting at the table the next day. They had
just finished lunch and were discussing the idea of when Jonathan would
move in.
	"Do you have a lease with your apartment complex?" Lance asked.
	"Yes, but it will be up in another month."
	"That's perfect. That should give us plenty of time."
	Jonathan looked closely at Lance. Are you sure you want me to move
in?"
	"I do. Question is, do you want to live with me?"
	"I just don't want people think I am free loading on you."
	"Who the fuck would think that?" he asked. "Whose business is it
whether or not we move in together? Besides, the people that matter, I
think, are excited about that happening."
	"I realize that. I just didn't want-"
	Whatever Jonathan was going to say was interrupted just then by the
ringing of the door bell.
	Lance stood to his feet. "This conversation is far from being
over," he warned.
	When he opened the door, Lance discovered Ty Bennett standing
before him.
	"Ty," he greeted. "Please, won't you come inside?"
	"Sorry to drop in unannounced, Lance," the police officer said in
way of apology. "I have something I need to run by you, and I thought it
would be best to do so in person."
	"That's quite all right."
	Lance led the man into the den and called out, "Jon, Ty is here."
	Jonathan came in from the kitchen. Smiling, he said, "Hey, Ty,
what's up?"
	"Please, have a seat, "Lance pointed to a chair.
	As Ty took a seat, he said, "Jonathan, as I told Lance, I have
something I need to run by you guys, and I thought it would be better to do
so in person."
	"All right," Jon said. "Would you care for anything to drink?"
	"No, thanks," Ty said.
	Jonathan and Lance took a seat on the couch.
	"What's on your mind?" Lance asked.
	"I understand they can't prove anything about the fire."
	"That is correct."
	"So, what does Glenn Maxwell say is the next step for you?"
	"Well, the only thing that has been proven is the fact that Sam is
not my real father."
	"So Edith Baxter was telling the truth about that, I suppose?"
	Lance gave a nod. "She was," he said.
	"And of course they say there is absolutely no proof that the fire
in Sam's house was started intentionally," Jonathan added.
	"That fact really surprises me," Ty admitted. "I was sure it had
been."
	"Oh, I have no doubt about it," Lance said. "I know for certain it
was intentional. There is just no way to prove it."
	Ty Bennett was silent for a moment. Then looking directly at Lance
he said, "Here is what I wanted to speak with you about. How badly do you
want Sam Thompson out of your life?"
	Lance wasn't sure what Ty was getting at. "I don't follow you,
Ty. Sam is already out of my life and has been for a long time. He has
nothing at all to do with neither me, nor I him."
	"I understand what you are saying. I know Sam has had nothing to do
with you since you lost your mother."
	"Then what are you getting at here, Ty?" Jonathan asked.
	"Okay, here it is. Yes, there is enough evidence to take this to
court. It may take a lot of effort, but I do feel we can dig up enough
stuff on Sam Thompson to put him away for a long time. However, Lance, here
is another way of looking at this situation. What if we offer Sam Thompson
a deal?"
	"What kind of a deal?"
	"I would want you to discuss this with Glenn, but here is what I am
suggesting. To make things simple, would you be willing to settle with Sam
just to get him out of the picture?"
	"Explain," Lance said.
	"My thinking is this: if Sam is guilty, I believe he will take
whatever deal we offer. If he is not, then he will refuse."
	"Unless he is too damned greedy and thinks there is a slim chance
he won't be found guilty," Jonathan pointed out.
	"True," Ty agreed. "Still, what do you think, Lance?"
	"What sort of deal would we offer?"
	"Again, you need to discuss this with Glenn. My thinking is simply
this: offer the old man a little money with the stipulation he has to move
completely away from here and never been seen around these parts ever
again."
	"You think he would agree to something like that?"
	"Who the hell knows? We can always put it to him and see what he
says."
	Lance looked at Jonathan. "You think I should do this?"
	"I can't honestly say, Lance," Jon answered. "I do see Ty's
point. This could extend into one lengthy and expensive court battle, and
in the end, there is always the chance nothing could be proved."
	"So, if the old man would agree to this settlement, whatever the
hell it would be, we could demand him to get lost?"
	"Whatever deal the police offer, if he accepts it in lieu of prison
time, then he must do whatever the deal requires of him."
	"What about Agnes Doughty?" Jonathan asked.
	"She doesn't get any kind of deal, because, as far as the police
are concerned, this is all about Sam Thompson. Going after her is another
can of worms altogether."
	Lance was quiet for a couple of moments. He seemed to be in deep
thought. Finally he said, "Okay, here is what I will do. I'll contact Glenn
and make an appointment to see him. I'll tell him everything you've told
me, and we will get back with you on what he thinks we should do."
	Ty stood to his feet. "Sounds good to me," he said. "Again, I
apologize for barging in unannounced. Like I said, I felt it was something
we needed to discuss in person, rather than over the telephone."
	Lance walked the police officer to the door. "I appreciate your
help in all this, Ty," he said. "I really do."
	Ty shook his hand. "I just want this to work out for you, Lance. I
hate to think that Sam Thompson might get away with so much shit, but at
the same time, if he's willing to walk away from everything, only taking
what you allow him, and then perhaps that is truly the best way to handle
things. Just see what Glenn suggests and let me know. Good bye, Lance."
	When Lance returned to the den, he said, "So, tell me, Jon, do you
really feel this is the way we should go? You can be completely honest with
me, you know that."
	"Well, I do hate it that Sam has managed to get away with this shit
all these years. Part of me wishes he would be put away to rot and never
see day light again; however, as has been said, when it comes to the law
and the court, you never know how things will turn out. Not to mention it
would be not only a nasty battle, but an expensive one as well. So, guess I
am saying this: talk to Glenn, see what he has to say. Who knows, he may
discourage you from offering any type of deal."
	"I'll give him a call."
	On the telephone Lance was told that Glenn was out of the office
for the rest of the day. He would be back in the next morning if he wanted
to make an appointment.
	When Lance ended his call, he said, "We have an appointment at ten
o'clock in the morning."
	"I'm glad. Let's see what he has to say and go from there."
	"There's something I would like to do this afternoon, if it's okay
with you."
	Jonathan grinned. "You want to take me to bed and fuck my brains
out?"
	"Oh, yeah, I do. However, believe it or not, that's not it. At
least for now," he added.
	"I'm hurt." Jonathan pretended to pout.
	"Get over it," Lance told him. "Later after we are home, I will
fill you up with so much of my man juice you will think you are drowning."
	"I'll hold you to that. So, just where are we going?"
	"I would like to see Edith, if it's all right with you?"
	"You know I always enjoy visiting with that lady."
	"I sort of want to run it by her what the plans may be."
	"You want to go alone? After all, Dr. Todd did say you could drive
now."
	"Thank you for suggesting that. You're so sweet. However, no, I
don't want to go alone. I want you with me. Besides, if I showed up without
you, well, I'm not so sure I would be as welcomed."
	"That's a crock of shit, and you know it."
	"Then just humor me. Come with me."
	When Lance gave his grandmother a call, the woman was tickled to
death to hear his voice. When he asked if he and Jon could drop by, she
said,
	"I would love to see the two of you. By all means, come on over. I
will have tea and a snack ready when you arrive."
	An hour later the two were ringing the old fashion bell. They heard
her walking toward the door and stepped back.
	"How are my two boys?" she greeted warmly from behind the old
fashioned screen door.
	"We just wanted to see our grandmother," Lance said, his eyes
sparkling.
	"Well, come inside this house. I have tea and cookies all ready to
serve."
	Jonathan followed Lance into the living room. He never entered
Edith Baxter's home without thinking he was going back in time. He doubted
if anything had been replaced in the room in the last fifty years.
	They took seats, and Edith reached for the tea pot sitting on a
tray on the table beside her chair.
	"So, how are things with the two of you?" she asked. She handed
them each a cup of steaming hot tea. "Here, have some cookies," she
added. She handed them each a large home made cookie.
	Lance took a sip from his cup. Then placing it in the saucer and on
the low table in front of him, he said, "Edith, Jon and I want to discuss
something with you."
	"I'm listening," she said. Her face held one huge smile.
	Lance, with the help of Jonathan, proceeded to tell the woman of Ty
Bennett's visit earlier that afternoon. When they had finished, Lance
asked, "So, tell me, Edith, what you think we should do?"
	The old woman was thoughtful for a moment. Finally she said, "Tell
me, would you be happy with that sort of arrangement? Or, as you put it,
`deal'?" she added.
	"Well, to be honest, part of me would like nothing better than to
make Sam pay for all of the hell he has put the people through I care
for. I would love to see him rot away, never to see his face again."
	When he didn't continue, Edith said, "Do I hear a `but' here?"
	Lance gave a nod with his head. "Yeah, you do. Another part of me
says `to work up a deal' with him. See if he will take it and just get out
of our lives forever."
	"So, which part of you are you going to listen to?"
	"I'm leaning more toward offering him a deal, I think. What do you
suggest?"
	"Oh, I agree with you completely. I would love to see Sam Thompson
get what he has coming to him. He has dealt everyone misery that has ever
come in contact with him. Trust me, I know from first hand experience."
	"So, you think I should drag his ass to court?"
	"Such language, Lance," Jonathan grinned.
	Edith looked over her glasses, a habit she did regularly, and said,
"Young man, in my life time, I assure you, I have heard much worse."
	Jonathan grinned. "I stand corrected."
	Edith looked at her grandson, and her eyes filled with such
love. It was a moment before she could speak. When she did, it was, "Lance,
you do whatever you feel you need to do. Just know I am here for you in any
way you need or want me to be. We both are," she added glancing toward
Jonathan.
	"I appreciate that, Edith, more than you can imagine. I hope over
the next many years I can make up to you whatever personal hell you have
been put through."
	"Well, I don't know about `many years', being I am far from being
young any longer. However, for however long we do have together, you will
always have my love and my support. Both of you," she added softly.
	"Then as it stands now, I guess we will see the lawyer in the
morning, bring him up to speed and seen what he advises us to do. Would you
like to go with us to see him?"
	"Lands, no," she declared. "Just know that I will be with you in
spirit, and will back you, whatever your decision will end up being."



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	The next morning found both Lance and Jonathan sitting in Glenn
Maxwell's office. They had just finished telling the lawyer of Ty Bennett's
visit the day before and what he had suggested could be a possibility.
	Glenn Maxwell sat behind his desk, his hands folded in front of
him. He had listened carefully to what the two men had told him. Now, he
was processing it all and several thoughts ran across his brain all at the
same time.
	Finally he said, "First of all, Lance, I have to ask you this:
Let's say we work with the police and offer your father, rather the man who
has claimed to be your father, some sort of deal. Could you live with that?
Would you be satisfied with things turning out that way?"
	"I think I could," Lance answered with a nod. "Yeah, I would love
to see his ass rot in prison, but you and I both know that probably
wouldn't happen. Who knows if we could ever prove he did anything wrong?"
	"Oh, I have no doubt we could prove it. What I can't say is just
how long it would take. And to be honest, Lance, I would hate to see you
put through that much shit. And I can assure you, there would be a lot of
shit thrown around. However, I am willing, if you are. Also, even though I
have no doubt you could afford it, it would be pretty damned expensive by
the time everything was said and done. I don't think that would be fair to
you either."
	Lance leaned toward the front of the desk. "Then, what sort of deal
do you suggest?"
	"I will need to work with the police. Also, I need more
information, namely more knowledge of Smyth Company assets. This will take
a bit of time, but I can do it. My main concern is for you. I don't give a
crap about Sam Thompson. If it were up to me, I'd send his ass on down the
road with nothing."
	"Ty Bennett seems to think if they offer Sam a deal he will accept
it hands down."
	"He could," Glenn agreed. "Then again, he could be the greedy
bastard you know he is and fight it all to the end."
	"He could," Lance said. "Ty feels if we offer him some money and
demand that he disappear he will accept it and we'll never hear from him
again."
	"It could work that way," Glenn agreed. "Tell you what; let me
request all the information I need. I will study it all very closely, and
then, together, we will meet with the police and go from there. Okay?"
	The two men stood to their feet, and Lance said, "Sounds good,
Glenn. Thanks for taking time to hear us out."
	"I just want you to get what you have coming to you. And rightfully
so, I might add."
	"Do you have an estimate of what sort of time frame we might be
looking at here, Glenn?" Jonathan asked.
	"I really can't say, Jonathan. It will depend on how much
resistance I get when I request the information I need."
	"If there is anything I can do to help with that, please, let me
know," Lance said.
	"I will be in touch, fellows. "Good bye."
	On the way home Jonathan asked, "So, tell me, Lance, are you really
okay with heading in this direction?"
	Lance who was actually driving for the first time since his
accident, said, "I am okay. I think for me to get any peace at all, to
really let this go so I can get on with my life, well, it has to happen
this way. I think if I can just get Sam out of the picture I can move on
and really learn about my real family. I think when I do I will come to
understand the reason my mother was so happy all those years. All the time,
I thought she was unhappy with me. The more I find out things, the more I
am coming to realize that, while I was a result of one part of her
unhappiness, I wasn't actually the cause of it."
	"Your mother loved you, Babe. Of that, I have no doubt. It had to
be awful to know all those years that you belonged to the one man she loved
the most, and yet, she could do nothing about it. She was trapped into a
hopeless situation."
	"I can see that now."
	As Lance pulled into the drive some time later, he said, "Thank
you, Babe."
	"Whatever for?"
	"For sticking around when I was such an asshole. Early on," he
added.
	"Speaking of assholes, you know what I think of your ass."
	"I know. Still, thank you for being so patient with me, even when I
didn't deserve it," he said.
	"Like I've told you before, you are stuck with me. I don't ever
plan on moving out, unless you ask me to."
	"As if that's ever going to happen," Lance said with a grin.
	As they walked into the house, Jonathan turned to Lance and said,
"Okay, you promised earlier to take me to bed and fuck my brains out. Don't
you think it's time to put your cock to work?"
	"I am so ready. Just spread your ass and I will pound you so
fucking hard you will lose your mind."



End Part 22



Okay, guys, I do apologize for taking so long to write this. I could have
an excuse, but you know what people say about that. So, just please, accept
my apology. I do promise to write the next and final chapter very soon.
Besides, like you guys, I am anxious to see what happens to Sam Thompson.

Hugs

Mark Stevens