Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2012 21:33:23 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Red 4

Red (Revised)
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

4:  Deracine (uproot)

"Why do we need to dress like Penguins?"

"We don't, I figured, if we rented this formal stuff we would stand out in
the crowd."

"You mean none of the other art students are going, formal?  Hay, I stand
out in any crowd," Russ commented, running his fingers through his rather
longish red hair.

"Right, your a double threat, I doubt that any of the others would even
consider formal dress.  Not only that, this is a student exhibition, I am
going to be sketching you, sitting on a high stool.  I was thinking of
charcoal and chalk, on cream paper."

"So I get to model for everyone else too?"

"No, I don't think anyone else is planning to do demonstrations.  Some will
have cameras, I guess.  I thought we could set up next to `Boy In Motion'.
It is very unusual to have the model also on display."

Now that Kos was using Russ as his model, Russ was being paid for his time.
Kos couldn't afford much but uncle Fred did insist that Russ be given
professional status.

Everyone will know what I look like naked.  Hum, I guess that's okay, if I
was that concerned I wouldn't have posed, would I?  Oh my, I wonder if any
of my classmates, the girls I mean, will see it, ah me?  What if Sheila
sees me?  She will know more about me then I know about her, I guess, its
not like she is my girlfriend or anything.

Is that why we are doing this, to be different?

"Partly, to be noticed by the buying public, of course," Kos replied,

Do you think your paintings will sell?

"I sure hope so, even if they don't, it is good advertising.  If people
like my work, perhaps they will commission something, or purchase some of
my future efforts.  Maybe some will want to hire you as a model, you never
know.  Boy In Motion is a bit large for most people.  Say little man, maybe
I should paint, Girl In Motion, do you think Sheila would pose for me?"

Kos had that glint in his eye as he tossed off this comment.  Russ just
turned red and huffed.  He strutted around with his chest puffed up and
shoulders back.  Not that he wouldn't like to see her naked or anything
like that.  Russ just didn't know about these things.  He sure knew how
much he liked Kos' attention to his boyhood.

"If it's good advertising for your talent, it must be good advertising for
my male endowments.  I might have several girls after my body when they see
it, you know."

"Yep and probably a few boys as well."

Well that may be true but Kos and maybe Eric are the only "big boys" I
want.

Kos swept his little brother into his arms and carried him up to the
bedroom.  Russ was giggling, Kos was kissing him on the cheeks and neck.
When he set him down, Russ ran into his room returning with clean undies in
his hand.  He was not letting Kos off quite that easy.  If he wanted him to
look like a Penguin, then he would just have to dress him.  Kos was just a
bit annoyed at first, but realized this as just one of Russ' little games.
A game he liked to pay too, give Russ some solid boy attention and dress
him, no dress each other, so Kos could get some boy attention.  Russ in his
very tight action hero briefs, that perfectly defined his round compact
butt, Kos in his black, low rise, square cut, boxer briefs; with a back
seem that snugged into his cleft, perfectly illustrating each of his
youthful buttocks.  It was a shame to cover these, oh so sexy, young male
bodies.  This was one time when cloths would, "make the man", as they say.

They did present a handsome pair, taking up their station in the painting
and print section, of the university's field house.  Black tuxedos, white
shirts, clip-on, wine red, bow ties, wine red suspenders, a wine red cumber
bun, highly polished black wing tips; they were dressed to kill, in the
1940's use of the term.  (That phrase was picked up by your author from his
parents.)

Yes they did get more than a few looks from both genders and over a wide
age range.  They also received a number of comments from other students,
along with a few laughs.  Russ was his usual charming self, making more
than one reference to them being "the second most famous Smith Brothers,
but we don't have beards."  Not all of Kos' contemporaries got it, all of
the faculty did.  Where Russ picked up the Smith Brother Cough Drop
reference is anyone's guess, but when your as well read as he is...

(The Smith Brothers Cough Drop box portrays one of the world's most famous
trademarks.  The two bearded gentlemen are affectionately known to
generations as Trade and Mark.  Not well known, however, is the fact that
the Smith Brothers really existed. Their names were William (Trade) and
Andrew (Mark) and they helped found Smith Brothers in Poughkeepsie, New
York in 1847. (Google and learn more and yes you can still buy them.) These
Smiths are no relation that your author knows of, to our Smith Brothers.)

Russ was not all that sure this was a good idea but the way he disarmed
Kos' fellow student, showing a real interest in their work; instructors and
the public, with his wide eyed smile and honest politeness; combined with
the formal attire, was a master stroke.  Russ was the boy at the centre,
Kos' anyway and he was unabashed in his childish confidence.  Everyone
would remember them, if not the art.

In addition to "Boy In Motion", Kos also had a brightly coloured abstract
and a water colour landscape, in muted pastel tones, that was not quite
impressionism and not abstract either.  They were just Kosmos.  At 18 he
had not found a style or vision as it were.  Kos was still experimenting,
refining his skills and his "eye".  His work showed the influences of those
gong before, but only that, influence not imitation.  He is unique,
different, not because of some philosophy or concreted effort, because of
his honest, straight forward desire to portray his subject, to the best of
his ability.  Kos just presents his view of his subject the best way he
knows how; applying any technique or style that will get the job done.  His
father had told him years ago that creativity was fusing the ordinary or
common, often unrelated elements, into something that did not exist before
or presenting the ordinary in a new or different way.

Creativity is many things.  For this young man it is rendering his subject
from his personal point to view, from his inner eye, while capturing the
reality of light an shadow as found, incorporating or leaving out details
that imprint that vision.  In the BIM he was meticulous in the presentation
of the figures.  So meticulous that Leonardo would have been in envy, yet
backgrounds and other elements are impressionistic and even geometric,
drawing nothing away from the figures, providing a mood and context that
focused attention on them.  This makes the figures, rendered with almost
photographic precision, seem to be alive, in motion; the expressions
capturing all the emotion and effort of an athlete.

Nancy, Simon, Eric, Fred and the others all showed up.  Family support, as
it were; something Russ was still getting accustomed to.  Their support was
appreciated.  Kos likes the feelings of sharing his moments with others.
He does not do his art only for himself, mostly for the enjoyment and
edification of others.

Kos and Russ made the rounds, talking to all the other students and
everyone else.  They would spend about 15 minutes sketching and the next
quarter hour socializing.  Each sketch was immediately snapped up by an
admiring public; at $25 each, that netted Kos several hundred dollars.  He
would split, giving a quarter to Russ.  Like any boy his age, sitting still
for more than a few minutes is difficult.  Being paid makes the 15 minute
periods tolerable.

Just as they rounded the corner, on one the their return trips, slightly
before Kos' display, Russ stopped short; almost causing Kos to crash into
him.

"See I told you Grandpa, he is the most beautiful boy in the city," Sheila
O'Keef was pointing at BIM.

"Sheila dear, boys are handsome, girls are beautiful."  Sheila did not see
Russ but Judge Carter did.  "Isn't that so Russell?"  With that comment,
Sheila looked around and her eyes locked on Russ.

Russ' were already locked on her.  His heart was pounding, hers was too.
"Wow she thinks I'm beautiful, the best looking boy in the city even, Wow,"
Russ thought.  If she wanted to call him beautiful that was all right with
him, it was the thought not the word that he cared about.

Sheila did not know her grandfather even knew Russ.  She also knew that she
was not allowed to ask, in the event it had something to do with his court.
They were both quite red faced at this point, it looked good with their red
hair.

Sheila was dressed in a medium length, white flowered number, with white
flats and a black ribbon, in her red, shoulder length hair.  Kos gave him a
little push forward.

"Thanks for the complement sir."  Russ pointed at the picture, "he is
beautiful but," pointing at himself, "I think handsome."  Judge Carter sure
liked the boy's chutzpah.  Having now met the lad a second time, he
understood his granddaughter's feelings.

Russ shook the judges hand and introduced Kos to him and Sheila.  In a few
minutes Russ and Sheila were off to see other things, leaving the adults,
Sheila's parents, etc. to chat with Kos, Fred, et al.

As soon as the children were out of parental sight they began holding
hands.  They didn't even realize they were doing that, it was just a kind
of natural thing to do.  It was just so cute, Ms Sample thought, when she
saw her students.  The University String Quartet was playing Pictures At An
Exhibition (Mussorgsky-Revel) it was very appropriate.  It was a very
emotional time for the children.  Neither of them recognized the music, the
adults did.  Ms Sample did.  She headed for her students and that attracted
many of her former students, now at university themselves, to meet these
two `wonderkins'.

This event turned out to be highly successful for the college's students,
they mostly sold out.  Not everything was for sale, almost everything that
was went, from large oils and metal sculpture, through jewelry and pottery.
Kos was one of the few first year students to show.  Kos' three all sold,
even if it was uncle Fred's law firm, that bought BIM.  Kos gave Sheila one
of his sketches of Russ, which they both signed, she was absolutely
thrilled.

Several adults from Russ' old neighbourhood passed by.  Some had wondered
what ever happened to him, including several of the branch library staff,
who had gotten to know him quite well.  Most knew about his, "so called
parents".  That was in the newspaper, all the story said was, "the child
had recovered from his wounds and had been adopted by a city family".  Russ
positively beamed with pride as he introduced his big brothers and sister.
Simon was also pleased to be included so positively in the family.

I was charged up like nothing I had ever been before.  I mean I was on an
adrenaline high from all the excitement, not to mention getting a lot
closer to Sheila.  I was a little concerned that Kos would give me the
gears about her, he didn't.  I began to wonder if he cared or not.  I guess
he figured if I didn't say anything about him and Eric, he would extend the
same to me and Sheila.  As we drove home Kos put his hand on my left leg
and kind of let it glide from my knee to my crotch and back.  I sure like
that, it makes me tingle.

"Did you have a good time this afternoon?"

"I sure did.  You must be happy to have sold all your stuff?"

"Oh Ja, you know the Dean told me, I was the first, first year student, to
have sold all of his fall show stuff, in the history of the school.  What
did you think of the work by the other students?"

"I liked most of it.  I guess some things were a bit strange.  I thought
most was at least cleaver, if nothing else."

"What did Sheila like the best?"

"Ah, well I guess, um, she, well, she liked BIM the best, but I think that
has more to do with the model than the art," I replied.  I could feel the
heat in my face, I guess I must be blushing very red.  Probably as red as
my hair, I guessed.

"Anything else?"  Gee, he passed on that opportunity.

"She liked a lot the jewelry and some of the textiles and that tall iron
sculpture, with all the gears and arms on it."

"I liked the sculpture too you know."

"So did I, but as I said, more cleaver than anything else.  I still think
your stuff is more to my liking, even the ones I'm not modelling for."

"Thank you little brother."

"It is true you know.  Say Kos, why don't you find a girl and maybe we can
double date?"

"Hum, that is an idea but you don't want to go on a double date with us old
folks."

"Well your not old and you do have the driver's license."

"True enough.  You really like her?"

"Oh Ya, a whole lot.  I mean when she is around I just feel so, so, you
know."

"I know, you feel ten feet tall just holding her hand.  It's a good idea
but I don't, you know, have any special girl and your my special boy."  I
know I turned red again, when he said that.  I wonder exactly what he
means?

"That blond student, you know the one at the jewelry table was looking at
you with longing eyes, you know."

"No, I didn't know.  You mean Nadine, the tall, blond one with the
triangular face and the light, blue eyes?"

"Yes that's her name, she came over to us about three times, or didn't you
notice."

"I guess I was so into sketching my number one model to notice.  You think
she likes me and not you?"

"Oh Ya, it is you.  I mean she was nice to me and Sheila when we stopped at
her table, it was you she kept looking at."

Kos stopped at a very fancy eating establishment.  I just about died when I
saw the prices on the menu.  Anyway we walked in, still dressed for a
wedding or funeral or something.  Kos told me, without a reservation we may
not get a table; as soon as the head waiter saw it was the "Smith
Brothers", he found us one.  I think he knows mom and dad and he knew Kos.
Now he knows me too.  Cloths don't make the man or boy, but they sure help,
I could see that.  Now Kos is not a bad cook, this food was just out of
this world good.  I still don't know what Kos ordered, since it was in
French.  Snails, cold soup and a miniature steak with a green sauce and a
few carrots.  It sure tasted good.

When they got home that evening it didn't take very long to loose the
formal attire.  Russ was now sleeping with Kos on a regular basis.  Kos'
skilled hands played across the boy's naked body, like they do on his
canvas.  Russ could not seem to get enough of his touch or his kisses.  He
sure could not get enough of his oral penis fixation or his prostrate
massage.  Nor could Russ get enough of Kos' protein supplement.  Day by
day, Russ was becoming more an more dependent on Kos' attention and
affection.  At first he accepted Kos' mouth to mouth kisses, now he desired
them.

On Monday when classes resumed, all of Russ' classmates were buzzing with
the news of his nude modelling and his appearance in a tuxedo.  The girls
were all envious of Sheila, since they already knew she and Russ were,
"good friends."  The boys were all a bit envious too, more because Russ got
to do all those sports things.  One boy wanted to know if Russ was
embarrassed to have all those people looking at his naked body.  Russ
responded no, no different then in the showers at the swimming pool.  To a
boy they envied Russ, if for nothing more than to have the courage to pose
naked, something they all wished they had.

Kos and Russ were both taking guitar lessons, one evening a week.  Kos was
competent as it was, that did not mean he didn't have room to improve.
Russ seemed to be making steady progress.  He was learning to read music,
along with some rudiments of theory.  Russ had discovered several CD's of
an old band, from the 60's, called The Ventures.  They played electric
guitars, bases and drums.  (they obviously used a number of session artist
on the Hammond B3, etc.)  These were all instrumentals.  He was just
thrilled.  Not so much with the songs but with the clear picking of the
notes.  Kos told him these were dad's CD's and that dad played guitar and
base in a band, when at university.  From the dates on the recordings, the
Ventures started in the 60's and are still going.  They are hugely popular
in Japan.  Anyway, many of the cuts predate even dad. (www.theventures.com)

Kos still had not gotten Russ into a singing program, he still needed to
work on that.  That was something he wanted to do soon, so Russ could enjoy
singing all the seasonal music, that still lay ahead.  .............

"Russ would you like to have a birthday party," Nancy asked.

"I don't know, never had one.  Uh, why not skip the birthday bit and just
have a party so everyone can come.  We already missed the Autumnal Equinox,
it was in late September, but lets see, how about Halloween.  I mean it is
only a week after my birthday anyway.  You know, I think I should change my
birthday, to the day I became a Smith."

"Well Judge Carter can change your name with a stroke of his pen but not
your official birthday.  I think a general party will be good, how many
people do you want?"

"I have no idea.  It is to cold for swimming and well I don't know... about
20 or so?"

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

Right after the exhibition the local news paper ran a long article about
the show.  The article praised all the students, the writer gave several
column inches to Boy In Motion and Kos, with equal description to some of
the other exceptional work.  She also went on at some length about how Kos
and Russ were dressed and how well the sketches, made on the spot, sold and
how good they were, and how handsome the Smith Brothers looked.  Kos made a
copy of the article and sent it to his parents.  Russ made sure several
copies, that were put into his hero brother's scrap book.

The next day several things happened that Russ and Kos were not aware of,
until later that evening.  First, the newspaper printed a letter to the
editor from a Ms. Whitehouse, complaining about the pornographic nature of
BIM and lambasting the college for allowing it into the show.  Second the
District Attorney's office received a complaint that Russ was a victim of
sexual abuse and the Police Department Internal Affairs received a
complaint that Eric and Kos were abusing Russ.

Several follow up letters to the editor suggested that Ms. W probably had
not even been at the exhibition or even saw BIM.  Most of the public it
seemed, were behind the artist.

When both IA and the DA appeared in Judge Carter's chambers, wanting search
warrants, that were very non specific, he refused to sign them.  Judge
Carter also suggested that they combine their investigations.  He also
warned them, not to go behind his back to another judge but to return with
both probable cause and highly specific and well defined evidence, that
they were seeking.  Judge Carter is by the book.

The pair headed for Fred's office to view this, "work of art".  While they
were in transit the newspaper editor called Fred; telling him he had
received several letters that he did not print, as they made serious
charges against Kos and were likely libellous.

Fred smelled a rat.  He immediately called Kos to warn him, just in case he
hand any child porn in the house or on his computers.  Kos thanked his
uncle.

Now we know he did have porn and some of it might be considered child porn,
by some non legal standards.  What had happened, not by design but by good
luck, was the following:

Kos did get a new computer for himself, a new Mac G5, since mom and dad
were footing the bill.  He gave his old unit to Russ as instructed, an 800
hertz G4 tower.  Since his new machine was virgin he just moved all his old
software and his normal art files and figure studies to it.  He placed all
his porn or anything privet or questionable, on his new ipod, which he used
as a spare drive for his ibook or his G5.  The ipod was a promotional
"gift" for purchasing such a high end G5.  The sales lady suggested he move
his "personal" files to the ipod, and place the G5, G4 and his ibook on a
wireless network, along with his parents computers.  By keeping his
"personal files" on the ipod, they would be more privet.  He also purchased
a new internal 80 gig drive for the G4 and junked the old 40, which was
beginning to make just a little noise anyway, something the computer store
tech suggested.  "When they start to make noise they could fail at any
time," he was told.  Why he placed a copy of Firefox on the ipod to hold
his internet history, even he didn't know for sure.  Kos had thought,
perhaps Russ' access to adult stuff, should be under some control anyway.

He knew the only other questionable material was the kind of stuff
available at any well stocked news stand and he is an adult.  So he, in
effect, did nothing.

When the junior assistant DA and the IA cop arrived at the law office, Fred
greeted them warmly and proudly showed them BIM.  That is when he learned
about the complaints.  Now he began to put things together.  He reminded
them of the pending trial of Marshall et al.  Pointing out that his son and
the Smiths were instrumental in their problems.  The junior DA also let
slip about Carter's refusal for a blanket search warrant.  Fred reminded
them both that he was Russ' and Kos' counsel and that if they chose to
serve a warrant he insisted on being present.

The IA fellow showed the complaint to Fred, who would also be acting for
Eric, he correctly assumed.  Fred noted that it was so vague as to
essentially useless.  The investigator agreed.  Fred suggested they both
tell the complainants that much more detail and specifics would be required
to proceed.  They all agreed that the BIM would not meet the courts
definition of pornography and since Russ was being paid better than the
going rate for modelling, no exploitation was evident.  He also suggested
that if they wished to interview Eric, Russ or Kos he would be glad to
arrange it.

He than let it be known what the newspaper editor had told him about
letters he refused to print, suggesting they may wish to review them.

They left for the newspaper office.  The Editor would not give them copies
but did let them read the text and note the names of the writers.

It turned out Ms. Whitehouse and all the others, were friends or relatives
of Marshall or Potter.  When pressed for more details all refused to give
them, since they would have had to purger themselves, although no one was
willing to admit that.

When they did get search warrants, with specifics on them, nothing could be
found, of course no one thought to ask what was on the ipod, which did have
some music too.  The junior DA was not pleased that Kos had made sketches
and taken pictures of his boy model nude, but had to agree none of it
constituted the definition of child porn and were not being distributed, so
much for that.

As to the interviews, they went as expected, no place.  Fred did insist
that the complaint and the conclusion that it was unfounded and malicious,
if not conspiratorial, was placed in Eric's file.  The DA was not willing
to proceed any further since they had no evidence of anything, just
unsubstantiated, apparently unfounded, malicious rumours.  She was not
convinced, until Russ assured her he knew what abuse was and the one thing
he learned from his new family was, "something I don't have to take, ever
again".  That seemed to give her some comfort.

Now our boys are not good at lying, in fact they are real bad at it.  They
are cleaver, however.  Since neither of them ever did anything to the
other, that was not wanted or accepted, they did not view their sexual
activities as abuse.  Since they both liked playing with each other's
masculinity, they did not consider it, inappropriate.  To them it was
appropriate.  When asked if Kos or Eric had touched him inappropriately,
Russ could answer quite truthfully, no.  Russ played ignorant of sex,
making her explain the difference between Kos' touching him for a massage,
after a hard karate workout and sexual fondling, for example.  It was quite
obvious, no matter what her personal suspicions were, with no admission or
any physical evidence or eye witness accounts, no case.

Fred knows his son and his nephews, he realized what they were probably
doing.  The poor junior assistant didn't have the moxie to rephrase her
questions more bluntly or with greater anatomical precision.  That may not
have helped her much, in any event.

Fred played his trump card a few days later.  He called a meeting of the
ADA, Marshall's and Potter's lawyers, along with Marshall and Potter and
presented a copy of the envelope's content to them, along with Dr. Evens'
DNA testing.  The envelope contained the correspondence and other documents
about Russ' adoption and a letter signed by Marshall assuring the Tolkan's
of his continued support in this matter; as well as copies of the agreement
between the two families and the check given to them as "assistance money",
the adoption papers and so on.  In effect they were paid to adopt the child
quietly and keep quiet about it.  While this may not have been strictly
illegal, it was questionable in ethics and provided a strong motive for the
conspiracy charges.

Marshall was still not willing to plead out, when Fred suggested that the
DA would have no choice but put Russ on the stand to tell his story of
physical and emotional abuse suffered, for which his former adoptive
parents were serving jail time; they were dead meat and if the DA offered
immunity to the Tolkans, they would surely speak on behalf of the people.
That, combined with a mention of the vindictive attempt at character
assassination, of his son and nephew, again at the boy's expense...

Marshall's lawyer wanted Fred to explain why he held on to this evidence so
long.  Fred explained that his client did not want it brought forward, but
changed his mind when it became obvious that Marshall had orchestrated a
vindictive attempt to besmirch the reputations of himself, his brother and
cousin.  Russell recognizes abuse, in and of, all forms, when he sees it.
He will no longer be victimized by your client or anyone else.

Potter broke on the spot and Marshall agreed, not even a plea bargain, just
guilty as charged.  Her role was secondary and much later.  Her crime was
one of omission, but still deserving of punishment.

The sad and ironic part of all this was, Marshall, in spite of his
arrogance and pompousness, had done a good job over the years.  In fact,
his department had a very solid reputation and helped many children and
their families.  His ego was such, it became impossible for him to realize,
that "these people" weren't doing this to him, that he had set himself up
years ago.  He had done it and continued to do it, to himself.

In the week following, one of the local print journalists began putting the
dots between the parities and the crimes.  He managed to figure out the
connection between the Tolkans and Marshall cases.  He was speculating
about who the boy was.  Their were hints of all the events mentioned above,
but no conformation.  He decided to try and get some comment from the
Smiths and the boy, if at all possible, since no one else would talk to
him.

Learning that Dr. and Mr. Smith were unavailable he defaulted to Kosmos and
Nancy.  Both refused comment or to allow an interview with Russell.
Feeling rather frustrated he made a fatal error in judgment and approached
Russell outside of his home.  He was waiting for him as he came home from
school.  Russell was just a bit confused and a bit flattered by this
attention.  He hesitated and remembered what Uncle Fred had told him, which
was not to interview or answer any questions from anyone, without one of
his adult care givers present, ever.

"Well sir, I think you had better contact my uncle, Fred Jensen."

"Nice try kid, I have been getting the run around all day with your family,
I have a story deadline."

Russ held out his hand, "Give me your card, please."

The reporter reached into his picket and handed him his business card.
Russ studied it for a moment pulled out his cell phone and called Kos.
"Kos, a Mr. Wright from the paper wants an interview with me."  ...  "Are
you the Todd Wright that he told no to earlier today?" ...  "Yes Kos, the
same person." ... "Kos said to fuck off before he gets here, he is only a
few blocks away."

The Reporter was not amused and began to protest, wasting valuable time.
Kos was now coming down the street and could see Russ and the reporter
standing in the driveway.  Kos screeched to a halt in the driveway and
piled out of the little red sports car, his tall thin body towering over
the much shorter reporter.

"What is it don't understand about no, Todd?  Now fuck off before I do the
"dirty uglies on you."

"You should be more careful, it is not a good idea to threaten people, you
know."

"You are trespassing and you are stalking a minor, who you have been
forbidden to speak with..."  The two men were glaring at each other.  Russ
did what he thought was the right thing to do, he called Eric.  By now
several neighbours were emerging from their homes, to see just what this
commotion was all about.

Russ was just a bit confused by all of this.  He got snippets of the
conversation between the threats and the half hearted apologies.  Eric
pulled up and Sandy came bounding across the lawn and sat by Russ.  Eric
told him to take Sandy inside and give her some water.  Russ was slow, but
he went.  No young boy wants to leave the scene of any action that might
come about, especially if that action involved his heroes.  Eric called
Fred and had him talk to Todd Wright, about this whole thing.

"The answer to that question Todd, is no.  While you may think you have
figured out some details about the connection between the Tolkans and
Mr. Marshall's recent difficulties, let me assure you that would only be a
small part of the story." ... "Yes you can quote me on that.  My client,
Russell Smith has nothing to say on the subject." ... "No Todd, you had
better be very careful with this one.  You paper reported on the Tolkans
and as I recall sighted Judge Carter's publication ban on the name of the
child in question.  I think even speculating about that in print, will be
viewed by him as violation of his order, at least in spirit.  Now you are
free to speculate, as you so rightly point out, are you sure you want to
anger the judge by doing so?"... "In fact, even the mention of any more
detailed a connection between these two cases, than that sighted by the
court, adds little real information to your story, since it would be
nothing more than speculation and perceptions.  Using my client's name or
description in that context does not contribute to the greater good,
accuracy or devolution of the facts.  It does violate his and his family's
privacy.  Something I am charged with protecting." ... "Absolutely Todd, if
you think your editor will go along with it.  Just remember that I did not
threaten legal action, I only reminded you to be absolutely certain of your
facts.  Now I want you three boys to shake hands and do it very publicly, I
know those neighbours and their eyes are upon you."