Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 11:22:26 EST
From: Jetjt@aol.com
Subject: Empire, Chapter 48

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					EMPIRE

				Chapter Forty-eight

Tuesday Night, Al Quaida's Safe House, Achmed's home

David knocked twice, paused, then rapped three more times on the door,
signaling his arrival. The door swung open with Achmed, wearing an evil
grin, beckoning his last member into the small house.

"Welcome Brother," Achmed greeted the young man. "I trust your trip to the
Stratosphere yielded the desired results."

"I think you'll be pleased," David said as he joined the others around the
dining table. "I was able to use the computer photo printer at the Turner's
to make copies of not only my photos, but also theirs. Here they are," he
added placing a large manila folder on the table.

Taking an empty chair next to where Achmed was seated, David felt the tiny
transmitter that was fastened inside his ass crack as his cheeks flattened
against the chair. He couldn't feel either the tiny almost invisible wires
that led to the microphone or antenna hidden in his pubic hair.

Looking around at the other three men he spotted a nametag on the shirt of
one of them. "Hello Cyrus, good to see you Jamil," he began with the other
two. Hey, Abdullah," he continued for the sake of the listening agents, "I
didn't know your last name was Saki. I had a friend when I was growing up
in Lebanon with that last name. His name was Glulam."

"He was my brother," Abdullah said. "He died this year in Spain and is now
in Paradise."

"You can be proud," David commented.

Achmed ignored the conversation, looking quickly through the pictures then
handing them around. There were many pictures with descriptions on the back
of the location where they were taken. One group of pictures was
rubber-banded together. After looking through the loose pictures, Achmed
asked why the second stack of pictures was separated from the others.

"Those are the ones that I took of the two areas we have the best chance of
placing explosives," David explained.

Achmed slipped off the rubber band, then gave special attention to the 20
photos that had been segregated from the others.

"Tell us what you think," Achmed ordered.

"If we choose to use low yield explosives," David explained, "we have no
choice but to take out one of the legs that hit the ground outside near the
street. We could get a van or truck next to either or both of them without
too much trouble. There are several pictures of them. If we want to destroy
the leg closest to the hotel causing the tower to fall that way, we have no
choice but to do it from the casino roof since both it and the center core
land inside the casino where there is too much security.  We would have to
use high explosives on the roof because it would be too difficult to
transport enough low yield explosives up there to do the job. There is a
problem with both ideas though. We need to take the center stair shaft out
from the roof of the casino, or at least critically weaken it, regardless
of which plan we choose or I believe the tower will not fall."

"Good job," Achmed said with a smile. "What about security?"

"There are no cameras on the casino roof and the area is secured by a gate
on the outside near the service entrance at the rear. It has a release on
the inside that we could trip with a simple tool."

"Do you have any ideas on how we could escape detection while we're
carrying the explosives up there?" Achmed asked.

"Yes. That gate is the way the Fire Department gets to the tower elevators
and stairway if there is a fire in the Casino. If we could get a truck or
van and paint it to look like a Fire Department vehicle, then dress like
firemen, I think we could get by, even if challenged. It would help if we
could get I.D.'s too but I don't have any ideas on how to go about that."

"I think you have a good plan," commented Achmed.  "Cyrus, you're our
explosives expert, what do you think?"

"What is the make-up of the legs and center core?" he asked. "I need to
figure how much explosives it would take."

"The legs and the center core are hollow. For the first 250 feet in height,
the outer wall of the legs is 1 ½ feet thick of reinforced, high strength
concrete. All the other three leg sides and the core are one-foot thick of
reinforced concrete."

"It's doable then," Cyrus stated conditionally, "if the legs and core are
not too big.

"The legs are 60' x 20' David stated. "The core is made up of six segments,
each approximately 15 feet long, arranged in a hexagon."

"David, you've done all I asked and more," Achmed beamed. "Here's what we
will do: Cyrus is in charge of explosives, Jamil and Abdullah will be in
charge of identification and vehicles. I'll work with all of them."

"What do you want me to do?" David asked.

"You have a job and a lot of exposure," Achmed commented, "so I think you
should just do your normal thing for now, making sure you don't bring
attention to yourself. In a week, we'll get together again here at the same
day and time. In the meantime I'll be working on the details of the
plan. That's all. You can all go now. Allah be praised!"

The four visitors stood, exchanged hugs then one by one they exited the
dwelling.

David left second and walked to the bus stop two blocks away where he
waited for his bus. 10 minutes later a nondescript blue sedan stopped
beside him. The window rolled down.

"Get in," Tyler said from the driver's seat.

David looked around, then quickly opened the door and climbed aboard.

"Don't worry," Tyler said. "We've got surveillance on everyone at the
meeting, and they're nowhere near. You did a great job David. I'm proud of
you."

"Thanks Tyler," David replied. "I was pretty nervous. Did you hear
everything okay?"

"Yeah, we got it all, including the time you farted," Tyler said with a
laugh trying to lighten David's anxious mood."

"Sorry," David said blushing but grinning.

"No problem. That's far from the worst thing we've ever heard," responded
Tyler, "I'm just glad our equipment doesn't pick up smells."

David laughed, visualizing men in a surveillance van keeling over.

"I'll take you home," Tyler said. "You have work tomorrow. I'm glad though
that, at least for now, you're unrestricted. We can't get sloppy though or
let down our guard. It's possible that the reason you're not being included
at this time, is that they don't trust you. If so, we can't give them any
reason to be suspicious. Except for at work, and before this weekend, I
think you and Carl should restrict your socializing. We don't want them to
think that you and Carl are `close'. You can come over this weekend though,
and in the privacy of Ron and Matt's home, you can see each other on a more
intimate basis."

"Mmmm, that sounds good," David said, licking his lips.

		* * *

The following Saturday night, Tyler and Dan's new home.

Ron, Matt, Tyler and Dan sat on the broad low terrace overlooking the
city. Tyler and Dan had invited Ron and Matt as well as their boys over for
their inaugural dinner at their new Taliesin West-style home. After the
pleasant dinner the boys had excused themselves. Carl and David decided to
go back to Ron and Matt's where they could have privacy, while Nathan
announced, to everyone's surprise, that he had a `date'.  When the name of
his partner for the evening was asked, he simply replied, "Oh, you'll find
out eventually."  The younger boys, Ronnie, Jerry, Eddie and Zack had
decided to explore the new `entertainment/ sports building of the complex,
with Zack asking Tyler if they could use the spa in the courtyard
later. After checking Dan's eyes, Tyler said `okay' but reminded Zack that
Ronnie and Eddie had not brought along bathing suits. Zack just looked at
Tyler, like his dad had lost his mind, and said, "So?"

"They got you on that one Tyler," Ron kidded his brother.

After the boys left, the older men mixed after-dinner drinks and moved to
the eastward facing deck that looked over the City. It was the first time
they'd had a chance to all be together for the entire preceding week. The
conversation consequently turned to the events that had transpired during
that time.

"I heard from our attorney and the D.A.'s office today on the Tom Stanley
matter," Ron announced. "There has been a no contest plea agreed to, and
he's been found guilty with extenuating circumstances. The agreement for
sentencing is that he will be `sentenced' to a monastery that is
cloistered. That way he's cut off from regular contact with the public for
a period of not less than 20 years. If he leaves before that time, he will
be considered guilty of breaking parole and resentenced to a penal
institution. Our attorney has also reached an agreement in the Civil Suit
we filed against him. Stanley has agreed to an award to Matt of $10
million, which will reduce $500,000 each year that he remains in the
monastery. If he leaves early, the full remaining balance is then due and
payable. This should keep him impoverished if he leaves early."

"What do you think of that?" Dan asked Matt.

"Ron and I had discussed it together with our lawyers. I have no grudge
against Tom, especially if there was a medical reason. I just don't want
him wandering around the country molesting little boys if it's all a sham."

"Tyler and Dan, what's happening with the new energy companies?" Matt
asked.

"Dan and I have been going crazy," Tyler reported. "Thank God for the two
groups of `whiz kids'!  I've spent about half my time dealing with the Al
Quaida matter, with the other half trying to extricate myself from the
daily activities of Aztec-Turner. The third half," he said laughing, "has
been working to get the new companies formed and running. Will has helped
quite a bit with that, thanks to Ron maintaining the helm with the other
Turner Companies for a while."

"I've been likewise busy," Dan added. "A new manager for Construction
Leasing has been moved here, and I've spent some time with him to make the
transition smoother. The rest of the time has been concentrated on Eden
Water Resources. Ron's friend, Chet, has already been in contact with the
local water district director, and she's already promised up to a $1
Billion dollars for the first year to build water desalinization plants in
California in trade for Colorado River water here. To say she's
enthusiastic is like saying that a Ferrari is a car. We've contacted the
State over there and the water authority in L.A. They're excited about the
prospects and feel that they can provide additional funding as
necessary. They're very interested too, for some plants further North where
the Colorado River tradeoff is not a factor. I'm not sure how it's all
going to work out, but at least we're heading in the right direction."

"We've also contacted California regarding our plans for hydrogen/ water
plants. The EPA boys over there are ecstatic!" reported Tyler. "We've been
promised that all the regulatory hurdles will be removed for our first
plant, especially when we promised that we would maintain the tax
structures in place for fossil fuels on a voluntary basis even if all the
legislation is not in place."

"I bet they loved that!" Ron commented.

"Our Daddy didn't raise no dummies," Tyler quipped.

"How are things with the new Arts Center Matt," asked Ron on a different
subject.

"Not too much to report except that the land purchase has been finalized
and George and the `Arts Trio' are busy working with the architects to come
up with the plans."

"I hope we've picked someone good," Ron responded.

"The best of the modern architects," assured Matt. "We've chosen Santiago
Calatrava, the Spanish architect, for the job. No Frank Lloyd Wright on
this complex."

"Who is he?" Dan asked.

"He's the architect that's setting the design world on fire," Matt
replied. "He designed the Milwaukee Art Museum, the Burj al-Arab Tower
hotel in Dubai, the Lyon's Airport Railway station in France, Lisbon's
Oriente Train Station, and the Alamillio Bridge in Spain. There's more, but
that's all I remember off the top of my head."

"Wow! That's a lot," Dan said impressed.

"I have some pictures of his work in my briefcase in Ron's office at home,"
offered Matt. "I'll show you when you come over this weekend. You'll be
impressed!"

"I'm glad it's going so good," Ron said smiling at his partner. "I have
some news too."

"Oh?" Matt queried "Something I don't know about?"

"Yep," Ron answered. "I had a meeting on Wednesday with a group that has
plans to build a Mag-Lev train line from Las Vegas to Long Beach. All they
need is money."

"Hell, that's all anybody with a bright idea needs," Matt responded.

"I don't mean to sound dumb again, but what the fuck is a Mag-Lev train?"
Dan asked.

"Never think you're dumb Dan. I'm sure you know plenty of things I barely
know of. But to answer your question, it's an above ground electric train
that floats on magnets, so there's no surface friction like there is from
the running gear on a regular train. It's high tech stuff though. The
electromagnets on the track repel the weight of the train so that it floats
above a trough-like guideway. It is kept on the track the same way, with
magnets on the sides of the trough, but also has guide wheels and small
track wheels that the train can settle on if it loses power or stops. The
motive power is a linear electric motor where the windings are laid out on
the track and a stator is mounted on the train, so that the `motor' works
in a linear fashion rather than a circular one like on a regular
motor. There is a full-scale test track in Germany, and an operating system
in Singapore. It works and it's extremely efficient. We can also provide
the power for the system with our new hydrogen powered electric generating
plant if we choose."

"How much money do they need?" Tyler asked.

"Only a couple billion dollars, in the near future," Ron answered. "They're
looking for a money partner, since the Feds are slow in making the proper
enticements. I think we should do it."

"Can we afford it?" Matt asked.

"Sure," Ron answered, "I could raise the money in a week or less. We'll
also have Tegano/Turner Construction build it. "We should make at least
$200 million on the construction alone, and we'll own controlling interest
in the train. The Feds have already offered to let them utilize the Right
of Way of I-15 for the guideway. We can also get our friends in Washington
to work on the Feds for inducements for future lines. The second venture
would be to do the same thing from San Diego to Seattle. That one is a bit
trickier, and a bit more expensive. Nevertheless, this could make us rich!"
Ron laughed.

"Well it's alright with me if you think it's good," Tyler said. "Just know
that I'm gonna be too busy to be involved."

"Me too," Dan seconded.

"Me three," Matt echoed.

"Don't worry," Ron said, "I'll take care of this one myself. I've always
wanted a choo-choo."

"You'd better Babe," Matt agreed as he laughed at Ron's goofy remark.

"This will be one of the easiest deals we ever made," Ron stated with a
smile. "They have a complete engineering/management team in place. I've
reviewed all their qualifications and the team is more than
respectable. All I have to do is say `go'."

"What about Christmas and New Years?" Tyler asked, changing the subject.

"Dan and I got together with Parker this week," Matt reported. "The boys
have all made out lists, and Parker will take care of getting their smaller
gifts. We decided to buy both Carl and David new pickups, with Nathan
getting an SUV. We're giving their car to Jerry, and Ronnie will keep as
his own the one that he shares now with Jerry. Ronnie and Jerry are each
getting a new horse too. Zack and Eddie are each getting laptop computers,
and a new Honda Civic to share. That takes care of the gifts, except those
between us."

"I don't need anything," Ron declared sweetly. "I have all I need and it's
you."

"Dan and I feel that way too," reiterated Tyler.

"Well you're not getting Matt, no matter what!" Ron declared.

Everyone laughed at Ron's attempt at humor once again.

"You know what I mean," Tyler said as he stopped laughing.

"Yeah, I do," Ron admitted sheepishly.

"I think we should restrict the gifts between the four of us to $500 each,"
Matt suggested. "We all have more than we need, including an island, a
condo and boats we don't use or use enough. I think our gifts should be
nice but small."

"I think so too," Dan said. "We're going to be so busy this next year that
the last thing we need is more toys."

"That's fine with me," Ron said.

"Me too," came the response from his brother.

"That's settled then," Ron said, "Now how about New Year's?"

"The invitations are all sent," Matt replied, "and the Stratosphere's
facilities are reserved. Parker and I went over the menu and the
entertainment plans. He'll carry on from here. Margaret and Jan Bounett are
taking care of the accommodations and transportation. I'd say it's a
no-brainer at this stage."

"I'm looking forward to it," Ron said. "Tyler, will we have this mess with
Al Quaida out of the way before then?"

"It looks that way," Tyler said. "We'd like to close in on the terrorists
maybe as early as the week before, if we can catch them with the goods. If
not it could get a bit dicey."

"If this thing doesn't' come off early as planned, I want to know,"
insisted Ron. "We have our friends' lives at stake. I don't want to expose
them to risk."

"I understand," Tyler agreed. "I can't personally promise that it will come
off early. You never know what the Feds will do."

"That's why I want to know," Ron declared. "I'll take care of the Feds, if
need be."

"You've got it brother," Tyler promised.

		* * *

Tuesday evening, Achmed's home

The terrorists, including David who had just arrived were gathered again
around the table when Achmed began to speak. David squirmed in his chair,
the `bug' located in his ass crack causing some discomfort against his
recently well-exercised rectum.

"Allah has been good to us," Achmed declared. "Everyone has done his
part. We now have a bright red fire van just waiting to be lettered and a
place to hide it until we're ready. The fireman's outfits should arrive
tomorrow and the badges and other identification should be done by
Friday. It's good because we have less than three weeks before New
Year's. The explosives have all arrived and Cyrus has all the timer fuses
we need. I have been working on the final plan."

"That's wonderful news," Jamil said for the others.

"Yes, I've worked with Cyrus on how we'll deliver the bombs. On the day
before New Year's, we'll deliver the high explosives to the roof packaged
in crates with the City Fire Department's name on them, identifying the
contents as rescue gear that is to be stored in the upper tower's fire
rescue rooms. We'll notify the Casino's security ahead of time that we'll
store the boxes on the roof until the week after New Years so as to not tie
up their elevators until after the celebration. In addition, I've decided
that we're going to car bomb the other two legs. We have three additional
vans that we can load with ammonium nitrate explosives. The four of you
will do the deliveries. The deliveries will be set to be made one minute
after the explosions on the roof. If the tower goes down from the first
blast, the car bomb delivery will be cancelled. If not, we'll take out the
other two legs. Even if the explosions on the roof don't occur, taking out
two of the three legs should do the job if the center core remains. I don't
want this to fail."

"What will you be doing?" David ventured.

"I've been called by our leader to organize our next attack elsewhere. It
is a great honor, but if this operation fails, I'll probably be called to
answer for its failure."

"Can you tell us what and where it will be?" Abdullah asked excitedly.

"You don't need to know," Achmed refused. "I have already been in contact
with the cell, but the event probably won't take place for a year. Once
this present operation is successfully concluded, the Americans are going
to hunt us as never before. That's why we're starting early. We may have to
lay low for months. You can just know that your sacrifice is a vital part
of the overall plan and will be richly rewarded in eternity."

"What do you want us to do next?" Jamil asked.

"We'll not meet again until after Christmas," Achmed directed. "In the
meantime, those of you involved will finish your preparations. I'll be in
touch if I need your assistance and to give you the time and place of our
next meeting. When we meet, I'll give you the final timetable. I think
that's all for tonight. Allah be praised."

"Oh David," Achmed said as they all stood. "Would you wait a moment after
the others have left?"

"Of course," David replied as the other three men headed for the door to
the outside, "I'm here to serve."

As soon as the last of the trio had slipped outside, Achmed asked, "Are you
still planning on seeing the Turners?"

"Well, I had planned on spending just a little time with them so they won't
be suspicious," David replied. "I'll do whatever you wish, though."

"I want you to keep on seeing them, just like before," insisted the cell's
leader. "I've done a bit of investigating and found that the Turner's own a
security company and are very powerful politically.  I don't want them to
even dream that you might be involved in something covert. If they find out
anything from you, they could raise the alert and be listened too without
question. Be very careful what you say around them too. One slip and we
could be in big trouble."

"You can depend on me," David said with firm resolution in his voice.

"I'm sure of it," Achmed said with a forced smile. "You may go. I'll be in
touch."

			* * *

5 minutes later.

Jamil and Abdullah re-entered the house after David had left.  Achmed
turned to them as they appeared.

"I want you two to follow David for the next week," Achmed instructed. "I
don't think he's doing anything wrong, but I just want to make sure. For
Allah's sake though, don't let him see you."

"As you command," Abdullah responded.

		* * *

Ron and Matt's, Thursday, Christmas Eve.

Carl was driving the Civic up the driveway to the large hillside mansion
with David as passenger, having stopped by David's apartment on the way
after work to pick up his clothing and an assortment of gifts for the
Turner clan. He had been invited to spend the Christmas holiday with Carl
and the Turners and, even though the holiday was not one of his belief, he
was looking forward to it. The car climbed the hill behind the house and
after Carl used the garage door opener to retract the door, he pulled into
his parking place. The two young men climbed out of the vehicle with Carl
picking up most of the wrapped boxes and David grabbing his small overnight
bag and the remaining gifts before following Carl into the house. As they
entered the family room they found Wes Harper, Tyler, and Ron waiting.

"Put the gifts under the tree," Ron directed, "then Carl please take
David's bag to your room. The three of us need to talk with him for a few
minutes."

"Sure Ron," Carl said leading David into the living room where a huge tree
stood.

A moment later they reentered the room with Carl carrying David's bag.

"I'll catch you in a few," Carl said heading for the stairway to the
upstairs bedrooms.

"I'll be up soon," David said in a loud voice as Carl climbed away.

"Sit down David," Ron offered, indicating a chair completing the circle
begun by the others.

"We need to complete our plans and let you know what's happening," Wes
began.

"First, have you had any contacts from the cell members?"

"Achmed called me last night," David reported. "He insisted that I
immediately go over to his house for a final meeting before we put the plan
into action. Since New Year's Eve is on Friday, a week from tomorrow,
Achmed said that we'd meet on Thursday afternoon to place the explosives on
the roof. I'm to come as soon as I get off work and change into the
fireman's uniform at the warehouse where the explosives are stored, then
I'm to call them. They'll come back and pick me up when they come back for
the second load. On Friday, we're to meet after dark at the warehouse
downtown on Main Street where we'll load the other vans with the car-bomb
explosives to take out the other two legs. His plan is for us to be just
down the street behind the tower before midnight, with the three regular
vans and the `fire department' one and to move to within sight of the legs
just one minute before midnight when the roof explosions will go off. If
the tower doesn't fall, we're to drive next to the other two legs and set
off the explosives."

"I'm sorry we didn't have time to get you bugged for that meeting," Wes
apologized.

"Hey, how could you know that Achmed would call a meeting without warning,"
David replied. "At this stage, I'd be stupid to lie to you about what
happened there."

"There is something else you don't know David. There is a good reason that
we've not been in touch directly, except for messages through Carl," Tyler
explained. "Achmed had you followed for a week after the meeting before the
one you just told us about."

"I thought so," David replied. "A couple of times I thought I saw Abdullah
and Jamil. At first I thought I was seeing things, but the second time, I
was convinced, even though I only got a glance. It just kept me on my toes,
just knowing they were watching."

"Yes," Wes added. "We had tails on those two guys, along with the
others. "We thought there was something fishy going on when they went back
in to Achmed's after they and you had left the previous meeting. There was
no point in telling you though. You would have just looked for them, and it
might have given you away."

"When are you going to make the arrests?" David asked.

"When they take the explosives to the tower," Wes reported. "We're going to
do it when they are the only ones there, before you join them. We'll report
later `that a fifth accomplice has been arrested', so that they won't think
you'll try the attack alone or you tipped us off. Of course we'll leak that
news into the jail."

"We really will pick you up and arrest you however at the warehouse," Tyler
continued. "We will even book you, but then you'll be secreted out of the
jail and brought here. From here you'll be taken to L.A. for some minor
cosmetic changes, then flown to Atlanta, where you'll become a new employee
of Aztec-Turner. After 6 or 8 months you'll be transferred here or wherever
you and Carl want to live."

"Will Carl come to Atlanta when I go there?" David asked.

"I talked to him last night," Ron revealed. "I told him everything, but got
him to promise not to let on that he knew what was going on until we talked
to you."

"He probably hates me," David said, the fear of rejection showing in his
eyes.

"No, he thinks you're very brave," Ron contradicted the young man. "After
you've been in Atlanta for a month, he wants to join you there. He'll stay
employed by Tegano-Turner Construction, but by then T-T Construction will
have an office in the same building with Aztec-Turner Security. That's
where he will meet, officially, for the first time, David Turner."

"Who's David Turner?" David asked.

"You are son. Matt and I are going to adopt you," Ron explained with a
smile. "It will be done secretly though, with the cooperation of the courts
here. Of course we don't have to do it that way, if you don't want the
adoption."

"I^ÅI^ÅOh!" David said in shock. "^Å.Oh, I can't believe it. You want me?"

"Yes, we do," Ron confirmed. "Carl will be a Turner by then too. If you
don't want your partnership known, you can live together as brothers."

"Matt's okay with this?" David asked, "And Carl too?"

"Yes, the three of us talked last night," Ron said.  "We're not going to
tell the other boys though until at least this thing with the Stratosphere
is over, so it can't be talked about, not even here. Matt and Dan know
about what's going on, but are not directly involved. At this time, the
less people know about the bombing details the safer you'll be and the more
chance of it remaining a secret until the arrests"

"I just can't believe you want me," David repeated. "I'm not anybody. No
one ever wanted me before. I don't know what to say. Of course I say `yes',
but I^Å it's just unbelievable. Can I talk to Carl privately about all of
this?' David asked.

"All you want David. All you want, but only this weekend," Ron
responded. "Once either of you leave here, no one is to speak of any of it,
even at work, until after the arrests."

"I understand," confirmed David.

"Now," Ron said smiling, "Go find Carl, son."

"Thanks `Dad'," David beamed as he stood and hurried to the stairway that
Carl had traveled up earlier on the way to his room.



Christmas Night, Ron and Matt's room.

"What a day!" Ron said tiredly as he plopped down on the bed. "First there
was the Christmas services last night, then our little mini-gift opening,
then this morning with all the presents and hoopla, then lunch with our few
close friends of about 30 people, then at last everyone went home, thank
goodness, praise the Lord!"

"Yeah, we had a plate-full, and it was a LOT more than just food," agreed
Matt.

"Yes with all the tension of the Al Quaida thing and all the people here,
and now there are more coming.  New Year's is the busiest time of the year
in Las Vegas.  It's amazing that we could even find accommodations for
nearly 150 people from out of town, and at good hotels too."

"It's had Margaret and Jan busy for 6 weeks!" Matt revealed.

"Just the friends we had here for Christmas was wonderful," said Ron. "Now,
this very next week all our friends will be here! It makes me so very
happy. I hope some of them can stay for prolonged visits. I miss those like
Ryan and Alex, and so many, many more. Our life has truly been blessed with
the best of friends and family. It makes me want to just run around hugging
people!"

"Just so you don't get too friendly with all those cute guys my love," Matt
warned. "There's only one Ron in my life and there'd better only be one
Matty in yours too!" He said with a wink and a smile, then softly
continued, "I don't tell you this enough, Mr. Turner, but I love you so
much. Not the Mr. Turner with looks, money and brains, I love the Ron guy
that has a heart of kindness and gentleness, the one that let's the love
for others leak out of every pore. That's the real you."

"It's the one who loves his Matty above all others," Ron confessed for the
hundredth time. "The Ron you love is the one that has found true happiness,
and it's all because he's found his true love. He's found the one who makes
his life complete and meaningful. Yes, his Matty is a hunk and smart as
they come," he said giving his lover a quick kiss, "but it's the Matt that
shares his life, his every waking thought that makes the Ron the guy you
admire. We're a team Babe, a team that gives. We give to each other and we
give to others too."

"I'd like a little of your giving right now," Matt said with a sexy come-on
smile.

"That's one request that I'll honor before all others, and be happy I did
as it gives me so much pleasure," Ron said taking Matt into his arms.

"Not more pleasure than it gives me," Matt taunted.

"Does so!" asserted Ron.

"Does not! Matt countered.

"Okay then," Ron said. "We'll take out the pleasure meter and find out."

"Mmmmm!" Matt murmured pulling Ron down onto the bed. "I love your pleasure
meter!"

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