Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 15:01:44 -0700
From: Phantasm
Subject: Jasons-Haven-24

Jason's Haven
by Phantasm

Warning

The following story is purely fictional. Any similarities to real persons or
events is strictly coincidental. This story contains graphic descriptions of
sexual acts between males of varying ages, including minors. If such
material offends you or is illegal in the location from which you are
reading it, please seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere.

This story is copyright protected under the pseudonym of "Phantasm". This
story may not be redistributed in whole, or in part, without the expressed
written consent of the author. This story may not be used by anyone in the
pursuit of monetary gain. The author of this story in no way condones the
physical, mental, or sexual abuse of anyone, particularly minors.

Author's Note

Comments, sent to phantasmic1@hotmail.com, about this story are welcomed.
You can also visit the Fiction By Phantasm discussion group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/phantasm/ where the latest chapters are
available for download. A map of Jason's Haven can be viewed there as well.


Chapter Twenty Four

I woke up to someone calling my name. It was doctor McKinney. He had stopped
by to check on me. "How are you doing today?" he asked.

"I'm pretty tired actually. I did not get much sleep last night because
James kept waking me up to play twenty questions." I stated.

"I imagine your head is still hurting pretty bad?" the doctor asked.

"It killing me. Feels like I got hit by a train." I replied.

"Good afternoon Tim!" Mihai exclaimed as he brought me lunch on a tray.

"It's lunch time?" I asked with a confused look.

"It's 1:00pm Tim. We thought it best to leave you sleep while you could."
Mihai responded.

"1:00pm, where is James? Where are the boys?" I asked excitedly.

"Just relax Tim! The boys have been on Jason's Haven for over an hour now.
James is interviewing and the new boys are downstairs at the pool with
Franklin and Nicholas. Franklin will be taking James to Immigration later on
to pick up his passport." Mihai replied as he sat the dinner tray next to me
on the bed. "You just rest boss. Everything is under control."

"Tim, can you tell me what day it is?" the doctor asked.

"It's Wednesday. And yes I know who the President is. My brain is still
working doc." I said in frustration.

"Your verbal response is normal and your eyes are reacting properly to
light." the doctor said as he pointed his little flashlight in my eyes.
"Mihai, you can stop the two hour wake ups now. He can get out of bed if he
feels up to it but no working today. Tim, you can take up to two of these
every four hours for the pain but no more than that. You have a week's
supply here." The doctor stated as he showed me the pill bottle on the
nightstand.

"Thanks doc. I promise I will take it easy for a while." I said, as the
doctor shook my hand. Mihai was about to follow the doctor out when I asked
him to have James stop in and see me on his next break. I propped myself up
in the bed and ate the chicken noodle soup Mihai had brought me. I was just
finishing my soda when James walked into the room.

"How are you feeling my love?" he asked.

"I am feeling a little better thanks. How are the interviews going?" I
asked.

"No problems Tim. We have seven boys downstairs after eight interviews. One
of the boys I interviewed was not interested so I hade the van driver take
him back to where he was picked up." he said proudly.

"I am proud of you, angel. Looks like you can get along fine without me." I
stated.

"Timothy Ryan Stevens, don't you ever say that again!" James exclaimed.

"I meant for the interviews, my love." I replied before pulling him to me
for a kiss. "I will let you get back to work now. I am going to go down and
sit by the pool."

"Okay Tim, but Mihai told me the doctor said you had to take it easy today."
he scolded.

"Yes dear." I mocked as I climbed out of bed. James helped me down the
stairs so I did not loose my balance. Once we were at the bottom, James went
back to the office and I slowly made my way to the table beside the pool. I
took a seat with Franklin and he told me it was good to see me up and about.
I looked at the boys in the pool and noticed a disturbing trend.

"Is it my imagination, or do our groups keep getting younger and younger?" I
asked.

"I am afraid so Tim. The oldest one out there is twelve." Franklin replied.

"So have you noticed any trends in Nicholas yet?" I asked.

"Absolutely! He has his eye on this cute little blonde girl in his third
grade class." Franklin said proudly.

"He's gonna be a real heartbreaker, that one." I chuckled. "Here is the
number of a private investigator that does work for ESEI." I said as I
handed Franklin a business card. "There is an address on the back that I
want under surveillance tonight. I want video and sound surveillance run
from 6:00pm until midnight. Make sure he understands that I want this done
tonight." I instructed Franklin.

"Is this more about Cory and his buddies?" Franklin asked. "They are safe
now Tim. Do you really need to deal with this?"

"There are two boys still suffering in that house, and a whacko is still
running a sex slavery ring on tax payer's money. Yes, I really need to deal
with this." I said firmly.

"I will see to it right away Tim." Franklin said before walking into the
house to make the call. I sat and watched the boys swimming and having fun
for awhile and then Mihai walked out to bring me my medication and a soda. I
took my medicine and then we sat and chatted for a while. I spent the rest
of the afternoon just relaxing and watching the boys. The medication I was
taking did make me a little woozy but nothing like what the shot had done to
me.

James finished his interviewing and we had a group of fourteen boys to fly
out tomorrow. When James and Franklin returned from Immigration, we all sat
down for dinner. James introduced all of the boys to me as we ate. James had
every one of their names memorized. A feat I had never managed to master. I
was very proud of the way James handled himself today and I told him so.
After dinner, everyone retreated to the media room for a movie. I chose to
sit in the living room since it was more quiet. A little past 8:00pm, the
telephone rang.

"This is Tim, how can I help you?" I answered.

"Tim, it's Chip Clayborn. I have your surveillance all set up. Are you aware
of what is happening in that house?" he asked.

"That is why I want video and sound surveillance. Are you getting clear
video?" I asked.

"The morons did not even think to close the curtains. I have some very clear
video footage and some very interesting sound recordings for you to listen
to." he replied. "Do you want me to contact the authorities?" he asked.

"No. You just bring me what you have. I will handle it myself." I
instructed. "Be sure to make copies of everything for me. You keep the
originals in your office."

"Should I continue the surveillance?" he asked.

"Only until the man leaves. Then make your copies and bring them to me. I
will stay up until you get here." I instructed before hanging up. The boys
finished their movie and James and Mihai got them all bedded down. Mihai
went home and I told James he would be handling the interviews again
tomorrow. I sent him on to bed since he had to get up early in the morning.
At 10:45pm, the doorbell rang. I answered the door and then escorted Chip
into my office. He showed me the video he had made and he was correct. He
had excellent footage, clearly showing the faces of three men. I told him to
shut it off as I could not bare to watch what they were doing to those boys.

"Listen to this." Chip stated as he pressed the play button on his tape
player.

"Have you heard anything about the four runaways?" a lady's voice asked.

"Don't worry about those little fag whores. They will be back when they get
hungry enough. Or when they realize that they can't survive without being my
little sluts." a man replied.

"What about my money? I can't survive with that much lost income." the woman
said.

"If my four little tramps don't turn up, there is always more where they
came from. You will get your money." he snapped.

"I am assuming this conversation means something to you?" Chip asked as he
turned the recording off.

"Indeed it does Chip. Excellent work." I said as I took the copies and put
them in a large envelope. I showed Chip to the door before heading upstairs
to bed. James was already sound asleep, so I kissed his cheek and whispered
good night. I took my medication and went right to sleep.

I woke up and found myself in bed alone. The sun was shinning brightly
through the bedroom window. The clock read 8:10am so I crawled out of bed
and grabbed a quick shower and shave. I brushed my teeth and then dressed in
one of my casual business outfits. I walked downstairs and sat with Mihai in
the kitchen to have my morning coffee before getting down to business.
"Mihai, I need you to call Marcus and have him here at 10:00am." I
instructed.

"No problem." Mihai stated as he stood up and headed over to the phone. I
got up and walked into the living room. I checked the telephone directory
and, when Mihai finished his call, I dialed the number for Social Services.

"Social Services. How may I direct your call?" the receptionist answered.

"Mr. Turner with the Department of Children and Family Services please." I
stated pleasantly.

I was only on hold for about a minute before the call rang through.
"Department of Children and Family Services. Elliott Turner speaking."

"Mr. Turner, that was a very interesting show you put on last night. You
really should learn to close the curtains though." I stated boldly.

"Who is this? What do you want?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"I have a proposition for you Mr. Turner. Meet me at Ms. Abbott's house at
11:00am. Make sure you come alone Mr. Turner. Your colleagues would be very
interested in certain video I am in possession of. And please be sure that
Ms. Abbott is present for our little get together." I said before hanging up
the phone. Marcus arrived at 10:00am sharp and I gave him the address we
were going to. We drove out to the Abbott house and arrived just before
11:00am. I waited in the car for a few minutes and then walked up to the
door.

Ms. Abbott opened the door and asked me in. She led me to the dinning room
and we all had a seat at the table. "Where are your foster children Ms.
Abbott?" I asked.

"They are in the backyard playing." she replied.

"Very well. Let's get down to it then." I said before playing the video and
sound recordings for the two of them. They both sat in horror as they
watched and listened to what they had been caught doing. When the recordings
were done, they both knew they were at my mercy.

"You said you had a proposition for us. Let's here it." Mr. Turner snapped.

"A man in your situation should really keep a more civil tongue Mr. Turner.
Here is the deal, and it is not negotiable. Ms. Abbott, you will be
notifying Social Services in the morning that your remaining two foster
children have runaway. You will inform them that given the circumstances,
you do not feel you can take in any more foster children. If you ever take
another child into your home, I will be notified by my associates and our
deal will be off. Your two current foster children will be leaving here with
me today." I explained.

"Mr. Turner, you will tender your immediate resignation from your position
with DFCS and you will never attempt to work with children again. If you do,
my associates will notify me and our deal will be off. Is all of this clear
to both of you?" I asked.

"So what's in it for us?" Ms. Abbott asked.

"Well, this is the best part of the deal. If you both live up to your end of
the bargain, you never have to go to prison. I will not be forced to turn my
evidence over to the authorities. Sounds fair to me, how about you?" I asked
with a smug grin.

"How will I make money? How will I survive?" she asked in a panic.

"If I had my way Ms. Abbott, you would not survive at all. But since I am
feeling generous today, I will force myself to tolerate your miserable
existence. As for how you will make money? I really don't give a shit. But
if you hurt another child, you will wish you were dead." I shouted. "So are
we all in agreement here?" I asked.

"Do we have any choice?" asked Mr. Turner.

"Very good point Mr. Turner. No you don't." I chuckled. "Ms. Abbott please
call the boys in so we can be on our way." I instructed. She called the two
boys into the house. "Hello boys, I have come to take you away from this
place. No one will hurt you any more. I can promise you that!" I said as I
grabbed my case and led the boys out of the house. "My people will be
watching both of you, so try and stay out of trouble." I said to the
miscreant pair before stepping outside. I loaded the boys into the car and
instructed Marcus to drive us to the residence.

I interviewed the boys on the way to the residence and gave them a choice of
taking them to Jason's Haven, or helping insure that they were placed in a
decent foster home. I told them that Cory, Timmy, George, and Martin had
already gone to the island. They both said they wanted to go too, so I
welcomed them to the family. I called Allen from my cell phone and told him
to inform the other four boys that Charley and David would be joining them
tomorrow morning. I instructed him to keep the boys as close together in the
dorms as he could.

Mihai got the two new boys settled into the main guestroom when we arrived
at the residence. He also applied ointment to the boys' backs. I went in to
the office to observe James in the afternoon interviews. He asked me if I
wanted to take over and I told him he was doing a fine job. I was just there
for moral support. He gave me very seductive smile before getting back to
the interview. By the time our day was completed, we had a group of
seventeen boys to fly back with us to Jason's Haven tomorrow. In three days
of interviews, we had recovered forty nine boys.

Before going to bed, I gave Mihai and Franklin each a bonus for all of their
help. It had been a wild week to be sure, and they helped maintain sanity
amidst chaos. They would both be over in the morning to feed the boys and
see us off. With the boys all bedded down for the night, James and I
retreated to the master bedroom. My head was still hurting a quite a bit, so
we just snuggled together until we got sleepy. I gave James a goodnight kiss
and told him I loved him.

"I love you too Tim. It will be nice to be able to ride to the airport with
you in the towncar this time." he said in a sleepy voice.

"I am very happy that you got what you wanted James. But I hope you learned
something from your experience in court. There is no such thing as a sure
thing. Everything in life has a risk. You need to make sure you are willing
to accept the risk before you commit to something." I said lovingly. "Sleep
well angel boy." I said before laying my head back on the pillow. We drifted
off to sleep in each others arms.

James and I got up at 5:45am and got our morning shower. James went to wake
the boys and get them moving. I went downstairs for my morning coffee. Mihai
had my coffee sitting at the table and he had tea waiting for James. When
the boys all came downstairs, we sat and enjoyed Mihai's excellent
breakfast. Mihai knew he could not get away from fixing his sausage gravy
and biscuits at least once before we departed Miami. When breakfast was
over, the boys helped clear the table. Then I sent them up to bring down
their dirty laundry before we left.

"Thank you Tim!" Charley and David said in unison before they each kissed me
on the cheek.

"Wow!" I said. "What was that for?" I asked in surprise.

"For saving us Tim. Mr. Turner said he would find us and kill us if we ever
tried to run away like Cory, Martin, George, and Timmy did." Charley said
with tears in his eyes.

"I promise you boys that he will never bother either of you again. Now run
along and get your dirty clothes." I instructed. When the vans arrived, we
loaded up the boys and sent them on their way to the airport. Marcus arrived
to pick us up ten minutes later. James and I climbed into the towncar and
made our way to the airport as well. When we arrived at the airport, James
was actual strutting as he boarded the jet. In very short order, we were in
the air and on our way back home.

Once the plane leveled off, James got up and got us a couple of sodas. He
took his seat again with a puzzled look on his face. "What's wrong James?" I
asked.

"I am trying to figure out what 'ACJ' stands for." he stated.

"You mean the letters on the door?" I asked.

"Yeah." he replied.

"It stands for Airbus Corporate Jetliner. You are flying in an A319CJ which
is the biggest aircraft we can land on the island." I explained.

"It must use a lot of gas." he stated.

"It uses Jet Fuel." I chuckled. "We fill it up at every stop, but it can go
as far as four thousand five hundred nautical miles without taking on fuel.
Yes it does take a lot of fuel to fly with as many as forty eight passengers
onboard." I explained.

"Why aren't we in the smaller jet that brought us to Miami?" James asked.

"The Gulfstream G350 can only carry 16 passengers. We have nineteen
passengers. That's why we pay our flight teams. They know which jet is
needed for which job." I stated.

"Is this the biggest Jet that ESEI owns?" he asked.

"No James. ESEI has a fleet of ten aircraft. The largest is the Airbus
A300-600 which can carry 260 passengers. But this one is the biggest one
that can land on the island. Anything bigger and there would not be enough
runway to takeoff again." I explained.

"When you flew to the Netherlands, which jet did you take?" he asked.

"This one. The Gulfstream could not have reached the Netherlands without
refueling." I replied.

"It all sounds pretty complicated." he observed.

"Like I said, that is why we pay our flight teams. So we don't have to
figure out the right tool for the job." I chuckled.

"So we have this bigger jet because of the number of customers on each
flight coming to the island." he concluded.

"Now your catching on James." I replied with a smile. We discussed a lot of
aspects of ESEI during the flight and James was amazed at all of the assets
at our disposal. He mentioned that he would like to go to Europe with me on
vacation some time. I filed the information away in the back of my brain for
future reference. A vacation in Europe would be a lot of fun. And they have
nude beaches so it would be just like home.

The pilot buzzed the cabin phone and informed me that we were landing. I
grabbed the cabin mic and informed the boys to stay in their seats and
fasten their seatbelts. I reminded them that they had to remain seated until
we stopped at the terminal building. Once again, the pilot displayed his
skills with a smooth landing. The plane glided to a stop at the terminal and
the boys exited the plane. James and I followed behind them.

We made a quick stop in the executive changing room to lose our clothing and
then headed for our quads. We loaded our bags in the quads and then drove
down the path towards home. Stefan had lunch waiting for us when we arrived
at the house. He and David had been waiting patiently for our arrival. I
gave them both a hug and then James did the same. "So you're a legal eagle
now huh?" David asked with a smile.

"You bet I am. But it almost didn't happen. They almost made me stay in
Miami in foster care." James replied.

"What happened?" Stefan asked curiously.

"I'll tell you all about it while we eat. Come on, I'm starving." James
stated.

"What else is new?" I quipped as we all took a seat for lunch.

To be continued...