Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:18:26 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 27

Sorry for the delay but I have been at the Olympic Games.

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


27:  A Little Adventure Is Good

"Ms. Trend I am very sorry to disappoint you but you simply can not use my
name or the names of my brothers, except for Trevor of course, in
connection with this event or Apollo's project.

"But Mr. Adonis," she was trying to say.

My attention had been mostly focused on the children playing in the pool.
A dozen little bodies rushing around, jumping in the water and making an
unbelievable amount of noise.  I remembered playing like this, at that age.
Once in a while Jones would sign to Shelley and she to him but mostly they
laughed and screamed.  God can that kid scream, I though of course he has
no idea how loud or soft he is.

"Please call me Jason, Mr. Adonis is much to formal.  You can say, a
spokesperson for the Chicago based Northwest Foundation, etc.  Margaret, my
family is just not interested in publicity of any kind.  We have worked
hard for many generation to keep out of the public eye.  It is just not our
way.  In fact, the few of my Adonis ancestors that have held positions of
profile, have all used the name of their mothers family.  The foundation
usually makes its donations and support anonymously, since my brother has
volunteered to assist Apollo, the family decided to allow his assistance to
be identified.  We are simply not prepared to go any further then the
Northwest Foundation on matters of financial or other support."

"You must understand the mind set of a journalist such as my self.  When we
encounter someone who wishes to remain anonymous, we immediately begin to
wonder what they are attempting to hide."

"Oh, I am more then aware of that, Journalism was one the university majors
I worked toward but did not complete.  I do have secrets, among them how
much money the family makes and exactly which businesses we own.  Where I
and my brothers are at any given point in time." Oh, shit I thought if she
only knew how much we boys fuck, especially each other.  "You can of course
learn a lot about us, such as the nature of our passports and citizenship,
types of licenses, degrees and other credentials any of us may have and so
on.  But you won't be able to find out how many bodyguards I employee or
what schools my brothers attend and so on.  Point of illustration, you will
recall recently Adonis Diamonds, one of the big diamond houses in
Amsterdam, announced very stringent policies and controls to insure that
they would never buy or sell blood diamonds.  That house is our oldest
family businesses, in fact it was the first Amsterdam's diamond cutting and
trading house.  Because of that announcement and the implementation of that
policy, my family is in grave danger from both the sellers of blood
diamonds and those less scruples traders that buy them.  I think the senior
people who were forced out would join them, since I turned their golden
parachutes into lead because the lied to me repeatedly.  We will make a
number of other enemies in the coming years, as I begin to clean house."

"I must interrupt at this point, we should round up the children," who were
running wild in the pool, "and get them back to the party.  Would you mind
supervising in the women's locker room Margaret," Apollo interjected.

I put my fingers in my mouth and let out a shrill, loud whistle that gained
everyone's attention.  Jones and Shelley seem to keep an eye on the other
kids, they were immediately aware that everyone's attention had become
focused.  Apollo spoke and signed, "out of the pool and change for ice
cream."  That got them.  Margaret went into the girls locker room and
Apollo and I into the boys.  The boys were still quite excited but managed
somehow to get dry and changed.  We man went from one to the other with
large towels drying wet heads.  God are these kids cute, I thought to
myself, I believe Apollo had the same thoughts.  Snow was beginning to fall
as the little troop crossed the parking lot from the Main Lodge to our
chalet.

Ziggy got Jones' camera away from him, long enough to post most of his
party shots on one the the big monitors in the great room.  He had pool
shots too but applied some taste and did not show the locker room pictures
of naked boys, clowning for the cameras.

Trevor and Brad had made up a long series of the formal stuff that was
displaying on another one.  I was pleasantly surprised at how good both
sets looked and how much all the children seemed to enjoy looking at them.
I figured Jones would not mind being the center of attention, he seemed to
thrive on it.  I was glad to see Shelley get into the spirit of things.
Her shyness was very rapidly evaporating.  I only hoped her parents didn't
mind the dramatic change in their little girl.

Parents began taking young ones home and Mrs. N. and Mrs. Abitsford were
busy rounding up Jones and Shelley.  The older teens were partying.  Linda
and Veronica had invited a good number of their school mates, much to the
delight of the girls and my brothers.  I think the local boys had a good
time too.  Bob, Herman and Brad, were assigned to take the teens that did
not drive, home.  Over all I was pleased with the way things went.  Not
only did we have a good time but the support from the community was
outstanding.  By the time the parents called it a night, close to midnight,
so much snow had fallen that Apollo was a bit concerned about them getting
home and our cooks getting back for the morning.  Fred Newfeld to the
rescue he would leave his little car and drive Apollo's Hummer, so Mrs. N
and the cooks could get back in the morning.  Unfortunately not enough room
for his daughters.  Mrs. N. did not look all that happy about leaving Linda
alone in the chalet with all these handsome young men.  Perhaps it was just
a bit of a show for the other parents.  Mr. & Mrs. Abitsford wanted Shelley
to come home but Apollo convinced them to let her stay since she was sound
asleep anyway.  At least I hoped she was.  As it turned out she was cuddled
up with Jones and they did look like two little angles.  Mrs. Abitsford
relented.

Just as the Newfeld's were going out the door Fred whispered something to
Brad and he patted his right pocket and they both laughed, some kind of
privet joke.  It was about 1 am when Herman escorted Margaret to the main
lodge.  He had been coming on to her all night.  Good luck Herman.

By morning the snow and high winds had tapered off and everyone wanted to
take advantage of the fresh powder.  Trevor stayed with Apollo to help
photograph the kids at their snowboard lessons.  We, that is everyone else,
headed for the lifts and the black diamond runs.  By about 11 the clouds
had moved in, the top of the mountain was beginning to be come obscured
from view.  By noon we were in white out conditions, at least up on the
mountains.  The visibility was getting real poor.  That is a bit of an
understatement.  We were standing around by the chair lift until all of our
group got off.  It was hard to see but not impossible.  Linda, Brad and
Veronica mostly the girls, offered to lead the way down.  They knew the
hill a lot better then we did.  Brad and Eric suggested we try and keep
close together.  The girls agreed to try and go slow.  We headed down the
north black diamond run, to our left when standing on the top.  I don't
think I got 50 feet (18 m) down the run, before I realized not only could I
not see the others ahead of me, I could not see the run either.  Suddenly
Brad appeared in my vision, directing me to the my left and pressing his
hands toward the ground a signal to slow up.  That's when I crashed into
the small trees and bushes.  I fell as my knee folded up under me.
Everyone else came piled into my little heap.

Somehow, Brad managed to get all of us stopped and herded off the trail
into the small trees.  Geoff and Eric helped me, since I was unable to
walk, ski or do much of anything.  Brad made sure we huddled down out of
the wind, close together.  We would just have to wait it out, until the
wind and snow abated or the ski patrol came along.  We dug into the snow to
minimize our exposure.

We did not know that the lift had been shut down, just after we departed
and that almost everyone else on the hill, was also in whiteout conditions.
Apollo later told me: All ten ski patrollers were stuck in a hut near the
summit, with about a dozen skiers but our group was not obviously among
them.  The conditions near the top of the runs was complete white out.  A
few skiers did straggle in after the closure but not that many.

Brad told us Apollo was a survival training instructor and he was sure to
be coming any time.  We had just better stay put and wait.  The last time
he told me to stop and hold in the woods, I wound up with him sitting on my
chest.  Better to suffer in the snow then suffer his wrath.  If your lost
sit down a wait to be rescued.

It was now about quarter to five and starting to get dark.  My knee was
hurting a bit too.  Brad quieted us down and we all listened carefully, yes
we could hear snow mobiles off to our left.  Brad kept listening and the
noise grew louder.  Brad took out his camera and took several pictures.
Well he didn't take pictures, he pushed the button and got strobe to flash.
The sound stopped and suddenly we saw the light of several flares.  Brad
got us organized in single file and told us to head for the light.  We
shouted a bit during all this but the wind and snow dampened the sound and
we could not be heard.

We walked through the deep snow to the light about, oh I don't know 10
yards (10 m).  The men had turned their machines around parallel to the
trees.  Brad had Will and Eric, carried me and Herman helped Bob wade
through the deep snow, to the sleds.  Bob had hurt his knee too but not as
seriously as I did.  Eric had scratched his face on some tree branches.
Herman and Bob lead the way and Brad followed up.  The natural light was
also starting to fade on the east side of the mountain.  Those stiff ski
boots are great for the boards but difficult to walk in.

Apollo was sure happy to see that Veronica, Linda and Brad were not hurt.
Fred Newfeld was with Apollo and Trevor, he took charge of securing
everyone and their gear on the toboggans and snow machines.  "Just like a
life boat drill in a fog bank, only you don't need to swim."  Trevor found
his long legs a great advantage in the deep snow.  I had to think about
Fred's comments a bit, then realized he was a retired navel officer, Ah
yes, like life boat drill.

Most everyone, was at least in reasonable condition, no frost bite or
broken bones.  All were cold and I had injured my knee.  Veronica's ears
were frozen she said, but I could see they were not frost bitten.  Apollo I
am sure would give her all the TLC she need.  Bob was limping a bit but he
kept saying it was not serious.  Eric had scratches on his face from the
tree branches he ran into and so on.  Over all we would all look back on
this as a difficult but positive experience.  Apollo gave everyone candy
and drinks which were welcome, unlike cross country skiers, most
down-hillers don't carry that kind of stuff.

Apollo radioed the lodge so they could tell Jones we were coming down.
Apollo thought going up was hard, coming down was even harder.  Now the
machines wanted to run on their own and holding them back took all his
strength.  It would be nice to say skill but I could see it was just brute
force.  Between the machines and the slays we could only carry 10 so
several had to ski along behind us.  It was now quite dark and as the land
leveled out, Ok the grade lessened, most of us, but not me, began skiing
again, all holding flares.  The visibility was still poor due to blowing
snow and with the added darkness, you just had to go slow, very slow.  Bob
also stayed in the slay and Ziggy rode behind Trevor on his machine.  Fred
told us three groups had headed up at the same time.  The south group held
back some so that we all came out of the forest at about the same time.
You could not make out individuals but you could see the lights and flares
all converging on the lodge.

Jones and Shelley were beside themselves with excitement.  They ran from
person to person, asking if they were Ok, dragging Ms. Trend around as
their translator, for the non family types who could not sign.

I understand that they forced Margaret to take them to the lodge, after the
crews headed up the mountain.  Once at the lodge Jones went to all the
people to tell them Apollo was riding his "golden chariot" to the rescue
and not to worried, he had rescued him and would rescue the stranded too.
Ms. Trend related to us and wrote in her story how Jones and Shelley had
just charmed all the people in the lodge, taking over quite literally,
getting them to play games and even sing, not that either one could but
they just seemed to know how to organize others and get them to redirect
their attention.  "Jones showed a leadership and poise that few adults
possess and something you almost never see in a child.  'I asked him how he
knew what to do he told me he didn't he just did what he thought Apollo and
Brad would do, the way they would do it'," Ms Trend wrote.  Apollo was not
all that pleased with Jones' boasting about him, there were 8 others on
that hill and the ski patrollers up at the top, who deserve some credit,
some nuts, most of the credit.  Apollo reminded him and the others of that.
Ms. Trend was kind to him in her story and she did name the other 8 and
very factually noted there were three separate teams.

Margaret is an excellent journalist and recognizing a story when she is in
the middle of one, she had alerted the media to the situation by telephone.
That's how everyone found out.  It also gave her a chance to do some radio
interviews, live from the hill as it were.  It was now 8 pm and Mrs. N was
trying to herd us toward the chalet for dinner.

"Jason, I think we should make sure the cooks all get large bones for all
these late meals," Apollo suggested

"Already done Apollo, already done.  Brad was just great up on the hill, he
is a real take charge one isn't he.  I was most impressed, he realized the
situation before any of us, stopped us from crashing into each other or the
woods, except Bob and I, made sure we stayed together, had some shelter and
stayed put.  He said something about better to die following your
instructions then to suffer your wrath.  Did you really knock him down and
sit on him when he panicked last summer?"

"Yes I did, but I'm not all that bad, you know, Brad did get your attention
didn't he?"

Dr. du Vaul, the local and Shelley's physician, checked over all the
stranded skiers, patrollers and searchers at the main lodge and then came
to the chalet with Corporal Smith the local State Police constable.  It
turned out I had the most serious injury of all and that was just a
strained knee.  I will be in a knee brace and am banned from the hill for a
few days.

Smith, Margaret, Apollo, du Vaul, Herman, Fred and I had a chance to talk a
bit, which we did over a brandy.  Smith filled us in on what happened to
"the shadows" after he arrested them.  This related to an adventure Apollo
and Brad had last summer and alluded to by Snipe the other day.  The FBI
had recently made a connection between the two low lives and "the cult" so
that plot was not only thickening it was starting to gel.

Ms Trend showed her interviewing skills off that evening.  Somehow she got
Brad and Apollo to retell their adventures with additions and comments from
Fred and Smith but it was Jones that got the last word.  "Shelley and I did
not quite understand what Agent Snipe meant when he ask us to try and keep
Brad and Apollo out of trouble.  Now we understand but we don't think we
can do the job.  Do we have to give the uniforms back?"  The look on his
face was so sincere and earnest, you just want to cry.

Smith came to the rescue, "No, no, once a VSC always a VSC.  We know you
can't prevent Apollo and Brad from having adventures, non of us can, not
even me.  I suspect they would not be happy if we tried.  You two did a
super job of managing the situation in the lodge and that is a very
important part of police work and an important part of their adventure.  If
you and Shelley had not been able to keep all those skiers engaged, some of
them may have tried to help and I would still be out looking for them.  In
times of danger or uncertainty we all need to do our part, what part we
play is related to our skills, knowledge and abilities.

Everyone here thinks Jones and Shelley did your part and whole lot more,
don't we?"  Everyone of course agreed with nods gestures.  Stan and Geoff
picked up the kids sitting them on their shoulders and parade them around
the room with them slowly making their way up the stares so Mrs. N could
try and get them ready for bed.

I was very much impressed with Margaret's interviewing and reporting
skills, I think I repeat myself, but it is important.  I listened to the
tapes of her radio and TV reports.  They were good, very good.  Her written
text was first class.  I was also impressed with the text she and Veronica
were writing for the book.  It worked so well with the photographs that
either one would be stand alone and combined a real grabber.

.....................

"I want to thank everyone for giving up their last afternoon of skiing to
have this little meeting."  Mrs. Adams and the other ladies were getting up
to leave.  "No. ladies this includes you too.  I think everyone who has
been a part of this week's project needs to be a part of his meeting.  I
know that I speak for Apollo as well as myself."  I praised everyone's
performance and contribution.  I outlined my ideas for taking the book
national, no not just national but international.  Most of all I told them
how impressed I was with the Jonas and Shelley and the quality of the art.
"You have done what thousands before you have failed to do.  You had told a
good story, well.  I for one don't do failure with anything that resembles
grace, you people don't even know what failure is.  In fact, I felt
inadequate, not being able to contribute until I saw your first draft.  I
know it is only a first draft but it is such a powerful statement now, I
can't even comprehend the final product.  I realize this is something that
could impact not only on kids like Jonas and Shelley but kids all over, any
child that is lost, or isolated or who dares to dream a dream.  I realize
what my contribution can be and how I can make it.  Your talents are in the
creative arts and in supporting that creativity, mine in getting things to
happen; together we will do a hundred time more than either alone."

"Would Jonas and Shelley be willing to go on a tour with Apollo and company
for the summer, meeting deaf children, and lots of other people to promote
the book?"  Shelley looked at Jonas and Jonas looked at Apollo.  Apollo
smiled, he immediately figured out what I was driving at and probably had
most of the details already under consideration.  Jonas looked back at me.

"Would doing that help other deaf kids get to know each other, help them
make new friends?"

"Yes, it will do that and a whole lot more.  It will mean that you two will
become known right around the world for showing children, all children,
their dreams are possible.  You will make hundreds even thousands of new
friends."

Shelley looked at Jonas she would not commit to anything unless he did.
"If it helps other deaf kids find friends," He looked at Shelley and
smiled, "Count me in bud."  We both looked at Shelley.

"If Jonas goes then I'm gong too."  The kids kissed like in one the
pictures.  Dam these two are so ... so ... they got good Chutzpah, I
thought.

"Good now how about the adults, who besides Apollo is signing on?"

Apollo's jaw dropped when I said that but he knew, I knew, that he would
not miss it for anything.  I also knew, or thought I did, how his mind
worked.  His leadership was a critical as mine.  He was already planning
everything, I could see from his face.  How do I know, because he is just
like me, the two of us not only think more or less alike, we feed off each
other's energy, ideas and spirit.  Together the possible is already done,
the impossible just another small challenge to take care of in our spare
time.

My brothers were on board I knew that, they eat challenges like this for
breakfast.  The others looked shocked or stunned, momentarily disabled as
they processed the implications.  Veronica and the Brad-Linda pair with no
questions asked, would follow Apollo anyway; they declared and so did
everyone else.  No one wanted to miss out on what they knew would be a
rewarding and interesting adventure.  Each group knew his leader well
enough to know, interesting and adventuresome just came with the territory.

I outlined my ideas for organization and finance.  Apollo talked about
product and Margaret had already figured out the publicity side.  I could
see Mrs. Newfeld and the cooks were blown away.  As if the past week had
not be a bit of an eye-opener, this meeting was overwhelming.

"We are a team, we start now, our objective is project launch June 1, in
Spokane where it all began.  The Adonis brothers less Trevor will look
after the money and organization.  Apollo's crew, including Trevor the
`product'.  Jonas and Shelley, you two just need to be yourselves."  Jonas
and Shelley came up to me and motioned for me to bend down to their level.
I did and simultaneously they both kissed me on the cheeks, Jonas on my
left and Shelley on my right.  That's the best thanks I think I ever got.

I have never been prouder of my brothers and Herman than that moment.
Ziggy and Linda engaged Jonas and Shelley while everyone else just gathered
around the table and began planning and budgeting.

"No, my friend let them go," I urged Apollo, placing my arm around his neck
as he was about to get in the middle of the planning process.  "if we do it
for them they learn nothing, if we give them their heads they will reward
us.  I think we need a privet, very privet meeting."

"Your bed or mine?"

"Mine."  I had wanted privet sex with him since we first talked on the
phone.  I was sure he felt the same way.  After the other night we both
wanted to know the other way better.  Perhaps selfishly better.  Apollo and
Jason both like to share but some times a little selfishness is ok too.  I
knew how important is was that our two, rather large ego's, be forged into
a solid working partnership.  I think he did too.

We stood toe to toe, crotch to crotch, mouth to mouth.  Our hands fondling
each other hard butts our tongues playing tag.  Our hands explored each
other, mapping erogenous zones, stimulating each others senses.  Letting
our energies flow between us.  For now, this afternoon, we would worship
each other welding our bodies into one. This was not tender love but
measured male lust between two equals.  We would share our bodies with each
other as we shared trust and respect for each other.  We shared the taste
of and smell of our manhood we shard the pleasure of anal penetration and
being penetrated we shared the elation of ejaculation.  We bonded as
friends and lovers, our mutual sexuality.