Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2010 14:37:17 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 35

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


35:   We Do Live In Interesting Times, Don't We

I needed a best man.  I thought this over a lot.  I could draw on my school
friends, I was very close to some of them.  No good, haven't seen most for
more than a day or two since.  Drew and Ziggy are my special brothers but
Drew is my boy and under eighteen and Ziggy is my special male lover...
hum but then, they are all my lovers come to think of it.  It must be
Klass, but I don't know, he is our patriarch not my buddy.  I have not
known my new friends long enough.  Well, since we are having a civil
ceremony all we need are two witnesses over 18 and we will have lots of
them around.  Our best man and maid of honor can be of any age.  I got it,
another eureka moment, Jonas and Shelley.  Perfect, that way no one will
feel offended in the least.  I am sure all of my brothers want the honor,
this way I will not be forced to choose among them.  Should make it simpler
for Eva too.

..............................  "But Paul, I'm not sure this is something
that will fit into my portfolio."

"Look Jason, you are my last hope.  I hate to pull the friendship thing
with such short notice but I have no choice, Traders Island means that much
to me.  Remember when we were students, you always told me the most
important thing was doing the right thing.  Jason this is the right thing,
I can't just leave them out on a limb.  If anyone else takes this thing
over all those kids that were depending on me are ...  will be in as bad or
worst position then when I found them.  Let me explain the background....."

"How much are we talking about here?"

"About four million Canadian mortgage, an operating line of credit of 300K
and other outstanding bills of 55K.  The assets are valued at 4.4 but if
you take the lot I'll throw in my Dutch and Russian internet providers they
are clear and making a bit of money."

"Who holds the mortgage on the assets?"

"My dad's insurance business, the line of credit is with Citibank and the
outstanding bills are mostly at Bahamian businesses.  If the insurance
company calls the loan, which they will do if any of the small creditors
forces the issue and the fuel company will very soon, its gone."

"I can loan you the cash right now, just use your internet properties as
security.  Will that keep the wolf from the door long enough for me to
organize your asset bailout and keep the place operating?"

"Yes all I need to do is make a 15K interest payment next week.  God Jason
you are a life saver."

"No man, a reputation saver is more like it, I don't have a hole in the
middle.  You are sure of your numbers?  Any contracts or other encumbrances
I should know about?"

"The numbers are good to the nearest thousand.  I have several onerous
management contract buyouts that you will need to deal with, however."

"No Paul, you will deal with them.  You must come along with the property
for say 6 months, minimum.  In fact you and I should be partners that would
only be the right thing, given all you have invested thus far.  We can
offer 5,500 a month plus expenses for that first six months, will that keep
the wolf from your personal door."

"You don't have to pay me, hell I'll give you six months for free.  That's
a small price to pay for getting my ass out of this sling and keeping my
word to those boys."

"No, you must be paid and you must be paid a fair wage.  If you can get rid
of these questionable managers do you think the place could make money?"

"I'm sure of it.  That's why I invested in the first place."

"Have your people been skimming?"

"That's what I think.  They are being paid way to much, spending money like
drunken sailors and I think taking kick backs off the top.  I have no proof
of that.  The first 18 months things went well and we turned a modest
profit, since then down hill.  I only had a 1 year leave of absence from
the resort so have not been on the ground for more than a few days at a
time since.  I sent in a personal friend, more like a spy about three weeks
ago and his reports are disturbing.  But now, the cash is gone and..."

"Paul I don't want you to take this the wrong way but I need your usual
honest answers.  Has this project anything to do with your homosexuality?
Do you trust these managers, could they be working with "the vultures" to
gain control at fire sale prices?"

"Yes, I'm still as gay as ever man and yes it does.  I would not doubt that
in the least.  I should have checked them out better I guess."

"Thanks for being up front on this, I appreciate it.  I will have a letter
of credit for 400 K at Citibank for you in about 20 minutes.  Pay your out
standings, the interest, get fresh supplies to the island in about 4 days
but not before that.  As a matter of fact hold off the fresh supplies all
together.  Make sure you take all signing and contracting authority away
from your managers today, freeze your Bahamian bank accounts and when you
pay your out standings cancel any existing contracts or agreements.

After that tell your managers the company has been sold Lock Stock and
Barrel as of 7 am MDT.  We will be arriving in several days but the new
owners have put a lid on until they arrive.  We, you and I will be arriving
before that but don't tell them, say three days at the earliest to them.
Tell them you have sold the company lock stock and barrel as of this moment
they can't even buy a pencil, no one is to come and go from the island.
They will have the option of resigning at that time if they choose to do
so.  Mention that the same team of auditors that brought down the Media
Brothers will be accompanying us.  Do you expect any problems with that?"

"Well yes, I suspect they will want to exit with a fist full of money."

"That's not what I had in mind when I said trouble."

"Oh, they will threaten to make our underaged sex activities public unless
we pay them off.  I think several are capable of violence too."

"You were knowledgeable about the sex all along is that correct?"

"Yes, but so were they and they were on the ground doing most of it."

"I don't think that will be a problem they are looking at jail time too so
will keep the lid on it.  I think our auditors will be able to find enough
mismanagement to void the golden parachutes don't you.  I also suspect they
are greedy enough to have violated local tax laws that will also void the
contract."

"I'm convinced of that."

"Good, can you count on the loyalty of anybody on the island?  Do you have
a office in Nassau?"

"Sure the boys, the instructors, most of the support staff.  It is just the
general manager, the accountants and security manager I am concerned about.
Yes just a clerk/secretary in a small office."

"Get your most trusted person to call Herman for his lock down
instructions. That could be dangerous for him, at least until we get there.
Can I land my Challenger on the Island?"

"No, we have no strip just floats or boats.  We have two boats tied up at
the wharf.  Devon can be trusted and he likes adventure."

"I think you see where I am coming from on this.  I will meet you in
Chicago tomorrow morning.  We will arrive on the island in 24 hours.
E-mail what you can, fax the remainder to me, all the details you can,
maps, pictures, lists of who is who and so on.  Identify who you think will
be problematic.  If you have a list of phone numbers, e-mail addresses and
so on get those to to Harcort ASAP.  I think we should see what electronic
magic we can work on them.  One more question, has this island been used or
is it being used for any other illegal proposes?  Did you ever see any
firearms on the island?  How many security types are around and what do you
know about them?"

"Not to my knowledge but I would not be surprised if some smuggling, mostly
drugs and who knows even people isn't going on.  I only saw a few hand guns
in the office.  Each boat has at least one 30-30.  The security chief has a
staff of six but they do not carry, they double as seamen."

"Almost forgot communications with the island?"

"Radio and radio telephone, sat phones with internet links.  No cell phones
or land lines, they get mail twice a week on the supply boat."  Call your
clerk today and after the bills are paid make sure she cancels the next
supply boat and closes the office for two or three days.  Tell her to take
a paid vacation and under no circumstances is she to communicate with the
island or any employee except yourself.  Give her the new owner story and
those are his instructions."

"Almost forgot another one, are all your staff and residents legal?"

"As far as I know but I will check those records too.  Right now we have no
registered guests.  I'll bring the lot to Chicago with me."

"Right, but fax all the people information to J. P Harcort at PPI in
Chicago today.  We will meet in his office 8 am. CDT.  Hay man this is just
like the war games between houses, remember."

"Ya, and I remember Hardy house always won when you were in command, even
though we had more than our share of fairies like me."  Paul was right we
did win for the three years I was Hardy house general.  He was right about
having the bulk of the brains and the more effeminate boys in the school
too.  It's all in the plan and the quality of the people making it happen.

I rung off and gave it some thought, calling Paul back.  "Paul, I had a
brilliant flash.  Instead of your secretary/clerk taking time off we can
drop off Eva, you did get our wedding invitation didn't you, Sandra my
brothers girlfriend and part of the accounting staff in Nassau.  You must
have records there?"

"Good idea, I'll tell her to expect your people and to cooperate fully with
them, but close the office to business and not to answer the telephones or
anything like that."  .................

We were moving very fast after all that.  I would pull my buddy's ass out
of the fire, no questions about that.  I would gladly fuck his ass too,
something I had done many times.  How this was to be accomplished and at
what cost was not 100 % clear at the moment, the fire part not the fucking.
This would cost him big time, just flying around NA and employing the PPI
and forensic auditing services would be substantial.  It was one thing to
put people into Media Corp. since I could recover my costs.  They had good
cash flow and could afford it.  Paul was getting a partner that would want
his investment to show returns.

Paul knew that, I was sure.  When we graduated high school he went to
Cornell's Hotel and Restaurant Management School.  I went to North Western
for a BA.  Paul had moved to the management team at a large resort complex
in the Catskills while I went to Harvard for my MBA.  I was looking forward
to his business plan and other documents.  I don't like these rush things
in the least and given the long term debt, granted it is a mortgage, means
a steady cash flow is more or less required to service it.  His concept of
a resort for homosexual men run by homosexual men was not bad.  The idea of
taking young underprivileged and sometimes abused boys, in a long term
apprenticeship program that gave them a safe, secure, place to live,
education, experience and some money was praise worthy.  Taking boys as
young as 12 could be somewhat problematic.

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

We boarded the Challenger about 6 pm Calgary time.  Even Klass came along
on this trip.  Drew and Sandra would come in from northern Wisconsin,
meeting us in Chicago.  Trevor would miss out, traveling with Apollo's
flying Circus.  Geoff would catch a commercial out of Portland also meeting
us in Chicago.  I hate the last minute things but I love them too.  The
excitement of organizing on the fly and finding innovative solutions to
problems in real time, is almost as exciting as sex.  I was not going to
involve Drew but when Herman found out there was a least one young boy on
the island, that Devon felt was being physically and or sexually abused, he
talked me into it.

Herman had Devon lined up to act a few hours before we were to arrive.
First disable the sat phones and internet connections.  Second find every
firearm on the island and hide all the ammunition.  Disable the short wave,
FM and VHF radios, brake them if you must, even the ones on the boats the
night before; disable the boat engine starters that morning.  After talking
to Devon he said he had a good feeling about the man and his ability to
deliver.

Paul arrived at the PPI office shortly after we did.  He and I had a rather
emotional reunion, not having seen each other for several years.  In high
school we were close friends, being honest, a lot closer then friends, we
were butt buddies for almost 5 years.  In those days Paul was not the most
innovative but be was the most reliable of all my friends.  It must have
taken half an hour to meet everyone and assemble ourselves.

Harcort gave us several updates.  They had set up a listening post for
radio and radio telephone traffic.  It turned out that as soon as Paul
called with the news of the sale.  The manager and the accountant were on
the air to people in Nassau and Florida with the news.  They had checked
into the backgrounds of the manager, accountant, security chief and several
others.  The accountant and security fellow had history the manager did not
seem to exist.  All had omitted important things from their resumes and the
manager not seeming to exist, must be using false documents.  The Bahamian
Police and the FBI were very interested as well as the tax collectors and
immigration authorities, in both places.  We would go in by air and the
Bahamian Police would follow by sea a few hours later.  Harcort, who did
not like my plan all that much, gave up trying to talk me out of it.

We would assault the island in three choppers.  Everyone but Klass and Drew
would be armed, that is what Harcort did not like.  The high school Paul
and I went to was a military boarding school.  We were well trained.
Geoff, Stan, Will, Eric and Ziggy had learned to shoot in Switzerland and
we had our own range at the ranch.  Herman was always armed anyway. The
boys liked it, the girls sided with Harcort.  Rupert had a couple of
auditors lined up and with our help it should not take all that long to get
things done.

We would fly that evening to Nassau and the next morning leave in three
choppers for the island, about 30 minutes flying time.  The idea was to
just drop in and take over.  Rupert had a Bahamian law firm ready to deal
with any problems.  We studied maps of the island and I assigned objectives
for everyone.  Geoff and Eric would secure the wharf, Stan and Ziggy the
lodge and so on.  Drew and Klass would take a people inventory and search
for the boy.  Herman and Paul's trusted staff would see to the security
people and Paul and I would deal with the manager, accountant and security
chief.

We came in early in the morning, with not much sleep, low over the water
probably 500 feet off the deck, three Long Rangers rigged with pontoons in
a triangular formation.  We passed over the police curser speeding toward
the island.  Inspector Whitelaw waved to us.  As the trees and buildings
came into view the famous image of helicopter gun ships swooping down with
all guns blazing from the old movie flashed before my eyes.  I could hear
the music playing in my head, Wagner's Ride of Die Walkure (the Valkurie).
To say the least my heart was pounding.  Paul and I tumbled out of lead
machine amid a cloud of dust.  Herman and his crew on our left.  The other
machine stopped at the wharf, landing on the beach.  Except for Devon and a
hand full of very fit looking young men no one appeared to even be awake.
Paul made quick introductions and everyone went about their assigned tasks.
Management lived in a series of small bungalows about 100 yards (or 90 m)
from the office complex.  Which was across a green on which we landed about
25 yards (20 meters).

I sat on the verandah of the office in a deck chair and waited.  Paul took
up his position concealed behind a bush and low wall.  We checked our 9
mm's, chambered a round and holstered them again.  It took an
extraordinarily long time at least it seem like a long time for the three
senior managers to appear.  They came running along the path toward the
office.  While all this was going on, the staff mostly young men and boys
were either in the main lodge or in the staff bunkhouses.  Devon was making
sure they kept a low profile but I could see faces in almost every window
of the main lodge.  Herman was slowly walking along across the green from
the Lodge toward the office.  I noticed he drew his 9 mm and chambered a
round.  Looking at the approaching men I could see one had what looked like
a shotgun.  Herman could see Paul but the three managers could not.

I put the full box of 20 gauge shells on the deck just to the right of my
feet.  I wanted them to see it.  Maynard the general manager, Vane the
accountant and Rogers the security chief pulled up short in front of the
verandah steps, when they realized I was sitting there.  `Who the hell are
you and what are you doing on my island," Maynard bellowed?

Herman was now about 10 feet behind them and they could see his gun was
drawn.  They could see I had a side arm but it was holstered.  They could
see the box of shells on the deck.  I pointed to the shotgun.  Rogers
looked at me, looked at Herman and wisely set it on the ground.  I motioned
for them to approach.  "Anyone else caring?"  They responded no.  Herman
stepped up behind the accountant and pressing the 9 mm into his back, held
out his hand.  Vane slowly reached into his jacket and handed over his 38
revolver.  Herman picked up the shotgun and moved to one side about 5 m (15
feet) away from them.  They started to separate from each other a bit.  I
motioned to Paul who stood up and moved a few feet toward them.  His 9 mm
also drawn.

"I am Jason Adonis and this is not your island, it is my island.  Purchased
it the other day, I know Paul told you to expect us.  This is Herman
Heinrick my bodyguard and you know Paul."

"Own this place or not you just can't come in here with guns blazing and
take over."

"Oh yes we can, and we did or haven't you noticed?  You three and perhaps a
few others are formally relieved of your duties.  In fact you are fired."

"You can't do that we have contracts this will cost you."

"No, I can and I just did and it will cost you.  Paul intends to recover
all the money you people have skimmed.  By the way Mr. Sandport," all the
color drained from his face when I used his real name, "Inspector Whitelaw
should be here in less than an hour.  Shall we go to the lodge and have
breakfast?  I'm sure the food is a lot better here than in the Nassau
jail."  Paul and Herman holstered their weapons and we started across the
green.

By now all the staff had gathered in and around the lodge.  Paul gave them
some reassurances that all would be quickly back to normal.  The police
boat would be here soon to take away these frauds.  Anyone who wanted to
resign was free do so but not until after the cops had collected their
prisoners and what ever evidence or statements they required.  Most of the
staff were overwhelmed by Paul's new macho image.  I thought it was funny.
Paul is a quintessential or stereotypical effeminate homosexual, in voice
and mannerisms.  He does not come across as even knowing what a side arm is
let alone how to use one.  Here he was, standing in his designer cargo
shorts, golf shirt, Gucci shades with neck strap and a Glock 9 mm strapped
around his waste.  He spoke firmly and with conviction even though his
voice is soft.  That is the image, one he cultivates, Paul will often joke
about being the resident fairy.  Only a fool would be fooled by that.  He
is and can be a tough business man who does not put up with carp.  He is
competent in the marshall arts and can handle that 9 mm as well as I can.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see trouble coming from across the
green.  I suggested we move from the dining room onto the verandah of the
Lodge while we wait.  All three managers were highly recalcitrant and
defensive.  Paul was not going to get any information from them anyway.  I
can't say I was surprised.  We did come in with a heavy hand.  These people
probably still believed they could bamboozle us.  They were also unaware of
the police charges as we were not permitted to reveal that.  Maynard
realized of course that we knew his true identity.  That he was using a
false name, passport and resume.  He was relatively silent.

The trouble was now about 25 feet (8 or 9 meters) away and coming on
strong.  Drew was on a dead run with Klass and a small boy walking briskly
behind him.  Klass had the boys hand.  The kid was just big enough to make
picking him up impractical.  The look on Drew's face told me some kind of
confrontation was about to happen.  The cops had also arrived but were a
little further away and not proceeding at any great rate.  Drew hauled up
short and shouted, which one of you ass holes is Maynard.  Vane and Rogers
pointed to him.

Without hesitation Drew leaped forward as if propel by springs on his feet.
He was like a cartoon figure.  By the time Maynard tried to defend himself
Drew had hit him three times with his hands and landed a toe to his groin.
Maynard was writhing on the deck screaming in pain.  Herman, Paul and I
gave him space and Vane and Rogers backed away, in fear perhaps they would
be next.  Drew was about to deliver another swift kick when Inspector
Whitelaw's long black arms engulfed him.  "Dat we be enough son."

"Drew!"  Klass called and Drew stopped struggling.  "Let me go, let me give
the bastard what he deserves."  Drew screamed.  By now the crowd had
gathered.  "He raped that boy, he raped him!  I'll teach the scum bag a
lesson he will never forget!"  Whitelaw tightened his grip again as Drew
attempted another lunge almost toppling the both.

"Now take it easy son, if he did dat the law will see he hurts know one
ever again.  I don't want to arrest you for assault.  Just calm down."
Drew did and Whitelaw let him go.

Maynard was trying to protest but Whitelaw shut him up.  Klass stepped
forward and in his thick Dutch accent explained they had found the boy
locked in a small room in Maynard's bungalow.  He was obviously frightened
and show signs of bruising.

Whitelaw look at the boy, "What's your name?"

"David Potter."

"David did this man," pointing to Maynard, hurt you?"

"Yes ... yes, sir he hit me with his hand and his belt and he raped me and
I was bleeding and he locked me in that room."

"That's a lie, you can't believe him," Maynard blurted out.  Drew and
Whitelaw glared at him and Paul went to pull out his 9 mm, Herman stopped
him.

"Do you lie David?"  David shook his head emphatically no.  "Did anyone
else do things to you David?"

"Yes, they saw it and they made me take their penises in my mouth while he"
point at Maynard, "held me so I couldn't fight back.  I didn't want to but
they made me."  and David started to cry pressing his face into Klass'
body.

"His lies, I was trying to protect him, it was Vane and Rogers."

"Take this scum to the launch," Whitelaw braked.  His two officers marched
Vane and Rogers away.  Who were protesting vigorously and backing David's
version of events.  Turning back to Maynard.  "Now you still deny having
molested this boy?"

"Yes" Maynard was attempting to get up as Whitelaw placed his hand on
Drew's shoulder to hold him off.  Maynard thought better of that attempt.

"Let me at the bastard I'll get the truth out of him.  If someone would
give me a dull spoon I castrate the SOB for a start."  Drew said in a tone
of voice with a measure of conviction I had never seen or heard before.

"You heard him, he threatened me that would be a confession under duress."

Whitelaw looked around, "No, we did not hear that, something must be wrong
with your ears.  I heard a plea for you to tell the truth."  He looked at
all of us for a response which he got in spades.  Maynard now began to look
even more concerned.

"Why don't we all go inside and have a cold drink so Drew here," pointed at
Drew, "and Mr. Maynard can work out their differences alone."  Something
that brought a smile to Drew's otherwise stern face.  This little drama was
unfolding not quite as I had expected but unfolding is was.

Whitelaw turned and began to move toward the door, The gathering parted to
give him way.  When Maynard saw that and also saw Drew preparing for
another onslaught.  He suddenly got religion or at least that part about
telling the truth.

"Hold, if I admit to molesting the boy can you protect me."

"I'm a bit out gunned here and I'm dam sure I can't protect you if you
don't.  Dadt's the way it is mun."  He shrugged his shoulders.  Whitelaw
suddenly wheeled around and looking at David.  "How did you come to this
island David?"

"My father brought me, he sold me to Mr. Maynard."  The boy said in a very
matter of fact tone of voice.

"He sold you, what do you mean he sold you?"

"He told me I was to be his house boy from now on and that Mr. Maynard
owned me.  Mr. Maynard gave him an envelope with money in it."  I think all
of our mouths dropped open.  Whitelaw had that cop's incredulous expression
painted on his face.  You know the one they work so hard at perfecting.

"He lies about that too?"  At this point Maynard's eyes showed total
terror.  He must have realized that saying the S word to a black cop in a
Caribbean Island nation was not in his interest.  "Don't bother you will be
a guest my jail for a relatively short time anyway."  Obviously Whitelaw
was suggesting that a white, slave trader, child molester was not likely to
live long in a jail, whose population was mostly descended from slaves.  I
think, had it not been for David's tight grip on Klass' hand he would have
weighted in on the bastard.  "I do need that cold drink."  He started
toward the door again.

"No wait, you can't leave me, that boy will kill me, please."  Maynard
wined and he began sobbing.

"The truth man the truth before all these witnesses."

"Yes I did it, I raped the boy and I paid his father for him."

"Repeat, I swear this is true and before all these witnesses and understand
that I give up my right to recant."

"I swear this is true."

"Louder"

"I swear this is true and before all these witnesses and understand that I
give up my right to recant."

"Herman would you escort this piece of shit, oh I mean prisoner, to my
launch. "  We went inside to cheers from all staff.  Drew was of course the
immediate center of attention followed closely by David.  He may have been
on the island for several weeks but none of the staff had yet seen him.
The pilots offered to take David to the hospital.  Klass went with him and
several other staff who needed medical service of one kind or another.
Whitelaw spent several more hours on the island collecting evidence for the
child abuse and rape as well as immigration and other charges.  Once the
auditors got finished we would pass on what ever evidence we collected.
Devon restored the communications and launches to working order.

It didn't take long to collect it either.  The first thing we found was a
duplicate set of books.  Drew and Ziggy were able to hack past their
passwords and everything needed, almost everything was in clear view.
Geoff worked with several of the staff and combed the residences of our bad
boys.  They found more evidence as well as their bank records.  It turned
out they had all be hiding money in numbered bank accounts.  The real prize
was communication records.  It did not take all that long for our friends
at the FBI to track down the people were working with or more likely they
were working for.  Some very shady people were behind the scheme to force
the resort into receivership.  In fact, before the skimming and kickbacks
the place made a handsome profit, even with those inflated management
contracts.  Paul would be able to pay back my loan in less than 6 months,
and retire the mortgagee in 5 or 6 years.

Klass brought little David back to the resort later that afternoon.
Whitelaw told us they had tracked down David's family, it was a real mess
and both parents would wind up in jail.  Since the boy and Klass both
insisted he remain that was arranged, for now.  A number of the staff had
considered leaving until Paul dropped out of the sky to reestablish his
control.

Drew had established himself as a minor celebrity with his defense of
David.  When he told his story and showed his scar his stock went from
admiration to respect.  Klass went from a grumpy old Dutchman to just short
of walking on water.  Stan, Will, Herman, Geoff and Ziggy worked with the
crew on planning and management techniques, while Eric and the auditor did
their magic.

Klass wanted to know what Paul was to do with David, since he had no home
to go to.  Paul suggested he stay on the island most of these fellows, all
the younger ones anyway, came here because they had no place to go, no
place to call home and often no family.  I knew Klass well enough to
realize he would extract something more then just education, food and
shelter from Paul.  David understandably was not about to stray far from
Klass or Drew.  Since we were only to stay another day, lots of stuff
needed sorting out.  I figured Paul and Devon would be able to reorganize
and run the place without my interference.  They had about two weeks before
the next group of vacationers was scheduled in.  Two weeks to put the past
behind them and get the resort ship shape.  Not that the place was in bad
shape at all.  Tropical storms and weather in general take their toll, over
all stuff still looked new.

The staff were divided into three groups depending on age and experience.
The more senior people, housekeeping, grounds, marina, quartermaster, food
service, activities, etc., were all in their early to mid 20's with some
experience and education.  The younger staff those under 20 and as young as
14 were all throw away's from right around the world.  Paul had found and
recruited them, some had been prostates, some had substance abuse issues.
All were gay.  To them, all of them, from the Chef to the chore boy, yes
another Klassism, Paul was a savior.  They were loyal to him and to each
other.  Most had been on the island for about two years.  A few left and
were replaced.  The sailors were all Bahamian and seemed to have had less
stressful backgrounds.  They respected Paul and after today their loyalty
was assured.  Paul would need a few additional people like a new
accountant.

We had several long conversations with Nassau and our ladies, once
communication were restored.  They were making good progress at that end
too.  Whitelaw had called in to up date them and they met David before he
and Klass returned.  Eva was intent on reorganizing the expanding the
Nassau office and moving some of the accounting and all the booking
functions there and using a local auditing firm for quarterly reports.

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

The main lodge had 150 guest room and suites the resort had 25 small guest
cottages, three bungalows, shops, office, recreation center and bunkhouses.
All that plus, beaches, marina, power plant, shower houses, tennis courts
and so on.  The island was large enough to have some forest and hiking,
more remote beaches, places of natural interest.  It would be a nice place
to visit for a boys or girls only respite.

The dining room and bar, coffee shoppe and usual stuff were the center
piece of the main lodge.  Klass was assigned the VIP suite and he took
David to stay with him.  I knew that Klass would do his best to try and
heal his new eleven year old friend.  We had found some of his clean
clothing in the bungalow along with David's few meager possessions.  They
were already in Klass' suite.

Paul wanted us to stay in the cottages but we all declined opting to share
rooms except for the auditor.  He was obviously a straight arrow and a bit
older then us anyway.  Drew just assumed he would bunk with me.  Paul made
some remark about cradle robbing and smiled.  I noticed that Devon, a
younger man was sharing his privet room but said nothing.  The staff
bunkhouse was a series of apartments with four bedrooms, two per room, a
living room and small kitchen.  The building had large communal restrooms
on each floor.  It was a three story building with each apartment having a
large balcony.

The staff was a mini united nations that was obvious.  Someone could speak
just about any language going.  The older ones all had special jobs or
areas of expertise.  The younger ones were being trained so they rotated
through the various departments to learn the trade.  It was obvious they
were all very sexually active with each other and I suspected with the
guests that wanted.  Over all they were a fine looking, healthy and happy
crew that dressed or almost dressed in the sexiest way.  For us gay and bi
men this place was constant stimulation.

I suggested we get in a '69' and work on each other at the same time.  Drew
thought that sounded good, and quickly spun around.  "I love my man and I'm
so proud to be his boy."

"I love my boy and I'm proud of him, and proud to call him my lover."  We
both went down on each other.  I sucked on Drew's cock, I reached up and
began fingering his asshole.  I felt Drew's fingers trying to pry my
buttocks apart then too.  I spread my legs apart to give him better access,
and I felt his probing fingertips.

Drew began pulling on my legs, so I brought them up, opening my ass cheeks
fully.  Suddenly he stopped sucking on my penis, and I felt him kissing my
anus.  Then he began licking it.  The boy's tongue felt wonderful as he
lapped away.  I let his cock slip from my lips and stretched back and
started licking at his hole too.  We both spent a couple minutes pleasuring
each other's assholes, reaming with our tongues, before finally, I stopped
and went back to sucking cock.

I continued fingering his hole giving the attention to his prostrate, his
trigger point, I knew he craved.  Drew abandoned my anus and returned to
sucking my cock again.  I felt his fingers return to my asshole.  Drew
mimicked my fingering of his hole, he know what I like as well as I know
what he wants.  We sucked and fingered each other for a minute or so.  I
noticed Drew seemed to be getting more intense.  A sure sign his orgasm was
approaching.  I felt like mine was going to start soon too.  We both
continued sucking and massaging each other's holes.

Drew began moaning a little, and his body began tensing slightly.  I felt
my orgasm begin to build as a result.  We continued working on each other,
and within less than a minute, but ho is using a clock to time, I felt Drew
tense up completely, then his hole clamped shut on my finger and he groaned
as my mouth was filled with his hot fluid.  Drew pressed a little harder on
my prostate, and suddenly, I too groaned and shot a load into his
mouth. Together we both continued sucking on and fingering each other, and
swallowing each other's loads, until our orgasms ended.

When it was over, Drew spun around and smiled at me.  We rested a few
minutes.  I noticed that he was yawning a lot.  I was myself.  So I
suggested we get under the covers and get some sleep.  We both slipped our
feet under the sheets and blankets and pulled them up over us.  I reached
over and turned out the light.

"Thanks for letting me be me and for being so cool Jason"

"No problem. You've made it a really fun time for me too, but next time
leave a few shots for me."

Drew quietly turned toward me and snuggled up.  I smiled to myself in the
darkness, and wrapped an arm around the boy and gave him a kiss on the
forehead.  I could feel him smile as he pressed his face to my chest.  Drew
had grown a lot since our first sexual encounter.  He was almost a foot
taller, soon he would not fit under my arm.  Until then I would enjoy this
as often as I could.  He may not know but I know , little, frightened David
would be sleeping in Klass' bed in the same position as Drew.  I know
because when I was a boy and frightened, Klass would sweep me up in his
arms, snuggle me in his bed with my face pressed against his chest and his
arm draped over me.  No fear, no trauma, no misgiving can withstand the
feeling of safety and warmth these boys were experiencing.  No non sexual
feeling is more important to a man than knowing his boy, that boy laying
next to you, in your protective sphere, feels safe and wanted and loved.

"Go to sleep now," I said.

Within a few minutes, Drew was asleep, snuggled up against me, an arm
draped over my chest.  He had done well today.  Sure he acted a bit rash
and could have been hurt, although I don't think anyone would have allowed
that.  He showed his metal and it was not wanting.  Drew stood up for what
he believed and for someone he perceived as unable to defend himself.  My
boy, my lover, was truly my brother and my cousin and well, one of us.  Not
just in name, not in proximity, not due to legal things.  He was all of
that but he was one with me, Klass, my dad, in spirit.  I wondered if
Sandra realized just what she had in this boy.

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

"Mr. Henderson and David are already seated, please come this way," the
maitre d' instructed, leading us in.  Except for Klass and David the dining
room was empty.

"I know there are no other guests at this time but where is everybody."

"The older ones, like me, are working in our assigned areas, the College
age students are in their rooms studying through the Distance Education
Program of The College of the Bahamas or through Athabaska University in
Alberta, that's your home.  The younger ones take high school level
correspondence courses from several different places, depends on their
mother tongue."  I thanked him and sat down.  That was more than I wanted
to know but on the other hand Paul had told me the company offered strong
educational support to the staff.  Not that I questioned my friend but at
least that was confirmed.

Drew sat next to David.  David was happy to see both of us and he seemed
very comfortable sitting between Klass and Drew.  He smiled and laughed and
babbled on.  English is obviously his first language.  I can't say I
appreciated all his slang, no appreciate is not correct, I can't say I
fully comprehended all his slang.

Now that he was rested and fed the boy was more talkative than yesterday.
I think he realized he was among friends.  "Did my Uncle's snoring keep you
awake, David?"

"I don't remember dad snoring?"  David smiled at Drew and then at me, I
could see the twinkle in his eyes.

"No, but I think my squirming around woke him up a few times."

"Just like you did when you were 11 Jason," Klass added, in a matter of
fact dry voice, while looking at me over his half frame glasses.  Ok, I
just got put in my place.  That's OK it is still a fine place to be.

David has large bright eyes and the whites contrasted with his dark skin
made them look even larger.  The waiter brought Klass' two eggs and toast
breakfast and a huge stack of pancakes for David.  No way this kid can eat
all that, I chuckled to myself.  Filing my coffee cup and taking our food
request he disappeared.

David in the mean time had wolfed down about a quarter of his plate.

"Take it easy son, they will bring you all the food you can stuff into that
little body."  Klass jokingly admonished him, ruffing his thick black hair.
Now this admonishment is hardly report worthy in itself but when combined
with the smile on his face and in the old man's voice...

"I never thanked you for defending my honor yesterday, Drew, Thank you,"
David said.  Drew was red faced with embarrassment.

"A pleasure to be of service, if that cop hadn't grabbed me I would have
finished the job."  The boys went on chatting and getting to know each
other, the food kept coming, David now on his second plate.  Klass suddenly
switched to Dutch.

"De Jungen kan hier blijven niet." (The boy can't stay here)

"Kunnen wij hem huis, verzenden?" (Can we send him home, I asked?)  Drew
looked at me and looked at Klass with horror on his face.  David realized
something was said about him but not what it meant.

"Wanneer de Varkens vliegen, geen huis om hoe dan ook te gaan aan." (When
pigs fly, no home to go to anyway, Klass said.)

"Calgary," Drew interjected, David smiled, that he understood or thought he
did.

 "Ja, Calgary" Klass looked over and down at David, than back to me "Ik
vraag u niet, informeer ik u." (I'm not asking you, I'm informing you.)

"David, do you want to live with Drew and Klass in Calgary?"  I thought
some one should at least ask the lad.

"Not just them but you and Eva and the brothers and that big blond cop."
He stated in a very matter of fact way.

"That big blond cop is Herman and he is not a cop he is one of our body
guards."

"Ok, but as long as Drew is around that's all the body guarding I need," he
said, proudly straightening himself up in his chair, and glancing at Drew.

"He is coming home with me, see to it please, David lets go for a walk on
the beach."  Klass rose, took the kid's hand, and off they went. leaving
Drew and I Looking at each other our mouths hanging open.  The maitre 'd
materialized from what seemed like thin air, handed me a sat phone and my
PDA.  I think I've been set up, how did my PDA get from my room to this
table?  He smiled and filled our coffee cups, just like nothing unusual or
profound had taken place.  This guy is good I thought and I am definitely
teaching way to well.

I was still in a state of semi shock.  Drew was smiling that sardonic
mysterious smile of his.  "The plan Jason, make a plan."  Some times I know
I should be less diligent a teacher.  "I guess you didn't notice how well
those two bonded yesterday, did you?"

"No, I was a bit occupied.  You?"

"I figured he would not leave David in anything but a stable and secure
situation.  When we found him lying on the floor of that small room he was
crying, saying, "please don't hurt me any more."  Dad picked him up, held
him and comforted him just like he did for me, when it was my time.  I knew
right then and there what he expected of me and of himself ...  Hay I can
teach him how to ski and ice-skate and everything.  I'll bet he's never
even seen snow, wow.  God Jason, I got to be the luckiest kid in the world,
I went from an only child, having a drunk, drug using mother who tried to
kill me, to having a dad, six big brothers, a man, a super girlfriend and
now a little brother."  He pushed the sat phone at me, "Make it happen,
make it happen Jason."

I got on the phone and well, made it happen.  I must admit it was not easy
and I won't relate the details, but suffice it to say I involved: Whitelaw,
a Bahamian Supreme Court judge, four ambassadors, the director of the FBI,
Eva and about six others.  What that got us was an instant passport, travel
documents, visas, and temporary residence in Canada, pending David's
permeant guardianship or adoption.

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

Later that afternoon before the Twin Otter on floats delivered Sandra, Eva,
Paul's secretary, the auditor and two PPI men.  We would all spend a day or
so swimming, diving on the near by reefs and just having some summer fun.

Paul and I managed to slip away that afternoon before the Twin Otter
arrived.  We were never romantic lovers we were friends, buddies.  We had
shared our boyhood sex often, we knew each others bodies, fears, fantasies
and joys too.  Our lust had been growing over the last few days.  Our
curiosity was even stronger.  Were we still the same?  Could we still
please each other?  The answers we discovered, were yes.