Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 06:23:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Snqdemon <snwdemon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Saving Alex -- Chapter 1 (M/b, fondling, no sex)
WARNING:
This story is technically a novella, and while it does contain some
erotic and sexual scenes including some sexual scenes involving men and
minor boys, it is not my intent that this story be considered erotic.
However, I chose to include this subject in order to portray the
ruthlessness of some of the characters. If this offends you, then I
recommend you not read further. Any similarity to individuals, living or
dead, is entirely accidental. Certain buildings, places, and historical
sites have been included in this story in order to set the place or mood of
a particular scene. No persons, places, and businesses are in any way
affiliated to myself, or to this story.
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FINAL WARNING:
If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your
place of residence, or if man-boy relationships aren't your thing, then
exit now and save yourself from a life of sin!
Author's Note:
Hello everyone. I've taken a break for a bit from my other stories
for the moment. The reason why is because this storyline came to me
suddenly, and I could not let it slip away. Most writers will understand
this, because there will be weeks when they just draw a blank. They will
work on their stories and write, then discard it and start anew with a
completely different storyline. Then they will discard that also because,
to them, it will not fit with their intended plot. However, there are also
moments when a story idea will hit them, it will consume all of their
thoughts, and we can't write it fast enough to keep pace with our
inspiration. This is what has happened to me. I have already written the
next chapters for "Playing the game," and "Who will catch my fall," and I
have discarded them four times already. When this happens, I usually just
step back and leave the stories alone because I know that after a little
separation from them I will become inspired once more and finish them.
This new story will take my mind off those stories until the next parts hit
me just as this story line did. Therefore, I apologize for the delays in
those stories, but I hope that you enjoy this story in the mean time.
Now let me get to some good news. Simon has completed his latest
round of chemo, and all of his test results appear to be showing that he is
once more in remission. We are all keeping our fingers, and toes too,
crossed that this is true and that he will remain in remission. It is not
uncommon for him to have relapses, but as long as the doctors continue to
treat it aggressively, children with Hodgkin's disease cancer have a 95%
recovery rate. Even if the cancer is in its advanced stages, there is
still a 60% to 80% survival rate. Compared to the survival rates from
1980, children with early stage Hodgkin's disease had a survival rate of
only 40%. In addition, children with advanced stages of the disease only
had a 15% to 20% survival rate. These dramatic increases in the survival
rates are due to, for the most part, the research done at St. Jude's
Children's Research hospital. I have seen them in action personally, and
it is truly a gift from God for all children. I recently made a very large
donation, and I have set up a trust fund that will provide $25,000 annually
for research to cure Hodgkin's disease, and other lymphoma and leukemia
cancers. So next time you want to donate money to help children, please
consider this wonderful place for that donation. Thanks again to everyone
who has responded to my stories, and who have sent their prayers and wishes
for my son Simon's recovery. God Bless everybody. Damion.
'Saving Alex' by Snwdemon My thanks to "E.D., BenBear, and Miguel Sanchez"
for proofing this chapter.
Preface:
I am a Psychologist with certifications in Clinical, Child, and
Forensic Psychology, which is why I chose to be a criminal profiler. I
have been with the FBI for the last 15 years, and I am regarded well by my
peers for my expertise in the field of Psychology. While I analyze all
types of cases, my expertise is most evident in cases involving a child.
Whether that child is the suspect or the victim, it has always been in
these cases where I do my best work. My boss, who I also consider a close
personal friend, tells others that I was born to be a prominent Child
Psychologist because I chose to never grow up myself. He got this
impression from my youthful physical appearance and attitude. Being
Hispanic from Indian descent, and also because I am quite small physically,
being only 5' 3", I am easily mistaken for a teenager or a man in his early
twenties even though I am twice that age.
His view of my attitude comes from the endless comical remarks that I
interject into any conversation when the topic is about something serious
(dull and boring to me). This humor is not because I take these cases
lightly, but as my way of dealing with the often grotesque details and
horrible nature of the crimes. It is my release so I can go home and live
a normal life every day without having to haul the emotional baggage with
me that these cases have. However, he knows I am a very serious person who
is dedicated to my work, and I am relentless in pursuing a case when a
child is involved. He also knows that my often easy going attitude can
change in a blink of an eye when a child is victimized, and I can see the
whole picture when a child is the criminal.
Away from work, where we can be more open and relaxed, he says the
two words which describe me best are passionate, and compassionate. I am
45 years old and I finally married five years ago. I waited to marry so
late in my life because I have always considered myself gay since I was 12
years old. Although I have had a few long term relationships with men in
my life, my wife is the only female I have ever been in love with. When my
wife came into my life five years ago, she not only made me question my
sexuality, but also brought Allejandro and me together. To this day, I can
honestly say she is the only woman I have ever been sexually attracted to.
While I have never considered myself to be a boylover either, when
Allejandro came into my life, it made me question that aspect of my
sexuality also.
His case begins after the birth of my son, when an ATF drug bust went
bad and the Columbian cartel committed a series of reprisals upon the
people and families of those involved. At the time, I did not know that
this case, or this particular boy, would alter my destiny so profoundly.
However, if I had the option of changing things in the past, I would not do
so. The reason why is this; while I lost some people who were very dear to
me, it also brought me Allejandro. So let us go back to the beginning^Å
Chapter 1: June 14, 1999
It was late, and I was tired. Today had been a scorcher, well into
the nineties. I had the A/C on high while I listened to Real McCoy on the
radio as I maneuvered my RX-7 through evening traffic in Washington, DC. I
had stayed late at Quantico, Virginia finishing up two homicide case
profiles that some local Sheriff had requested because he thought they
might be related. They were not related, or even closely related for that
matter. However, to a rural area Sheriff, if two murders occur involving a
gun, to them the cases are related. I put in my analysis that the cases
were not related since the evidence and motive of each crime was completely
different. I finished my analysis of the cases, including my professional
opinion of who the suspect(s) may be, and the type of people the detectives
should be concentrating their efforts on.
I turned onto M street and couldn't believe my luck. There was an
open parking space right in front of Mercando's so I pulled in and shut off
the engine. I dropped a quarter into the meter before going inside.
Mr. Mercando met me as I came in the door, and embraced me before ushering
me towards the back.
"Mejo, it's nice to see you Patricio (Pa-tree-see-o), how is Luna
and the baby doing?"
"Hola Papa," I replied returning his embrace then letting him guide
me. "Luna is well, but she wants some of Mama's enchiladas and tamales for
dinner, and your grandson is growing like a weed too. I am sorry that she
was unable to come and see both of you tonight Papa."
"No, no, she should not be out so soon after the birth. She is a
tiny girl, and the pregnancy was hard for her. She needs time to rest and
regain her strength. Come, I will have Connie put together a feast for
both of you. We have both missed you, and Connie was beginning to worry."
"You are right Papa, Luna still tires easy, but she loves being a
mother. That reminds me, Patricio's christening and baptismal is Sunday
right after mass. This will not be a problem for you?" I asked him. Luna
and I decided to ask them to be Patricio's Godparents. With our faith,
this honor comes with many responsibilities. Including that if anything
should happen to us, they would take custody and raise our son.
"No Mejo, it is no problem. I cannot tell you how happy you made
us when you asked us to be the Godparents. This will truly make him our
grandson now." Mr. Mercando said as he led me to the kitchen while his
face beamed with a warm smile.
The Mercando's are like parents to my wife Luna and I. I met them
the week after I met my wife Luna. With no family here in the US, the
Mercando's had unofficially adopted Luna as their own daughter. I had just
moved into my newly renovated Row house just off M street in the Georgetown
section of DC. She was an exchange student at Georgetown, and I fell in
love the first time I saw her. I was finishing up my Master's Degree in
Psychology when we met. I had to do some research for my term paper in the
library, and walked right into this angel from heaven. She did not speak
much English and was having some trouble telling the librarian what she
needed. Being fluent in French, English and my native language Spanish, I
somehow found myself offering to translate for her. She quickly thanked me
and told me what she was looking for, which I translated to the librarian.
The librarian gave her the information on where to locate the books she
needed, and we both went to one of the open tables and sat down. I could
not stop staring at her because she was so beautiful. It was also quite
obvious that she felt the same about me because we sat for over an hour
just gazing at each other. I don't think we muttered 10 words to each
other during this time, but I finally found my voice enough to ask where
she was staying.
She told me that she was staying with the Mercando's while she
attended Georgetown. We ended up talking for hours after that, only
stopping when the library closed, so I made a date with her. Right at the
start, I informed her about my being gay, but I also told her that she was
the most beautiful woman I had ever met. She told me that she did not
believe there was such a thing as being gay because people love people, and
if a person makes that person happy, then gender should not matter. I also
explained that while I was born in the US, my parents were Mexican citizens
with green cards. So when I met Mr. Mercando I was used to the
overbearing, protective demeanor he had for Luna. Basically, he told me
that if I did not behave like a complete gentleman with her, that he would
tie a very complicated knot in my penis. He sounded just like my father,
but I must have impressed him enough for him to allow Luna to go out with
me. We were married 11 months later, and he gave her away at our wedding.
Since then we have had a close family-like relationship with them.
Now we finally have our son, which is a relief to all of us. We have
been trying to have a child since we were married five year ago. It wasn't
until 14 months ago I found out I have a very low sperm count. We had come
to the point of trying invitro fertilization when, to both of our surprise,
Luna turned up pregnant after the initial invitro testing. The next nine
months were the happiest in my life as both of us, along with the
Mercando's, prepared for the birth of my son Patricio Jr. Now I never get
any sleep since Patricio Jr., or Junior, has discovered his lungs.
However, no matter how many sleepless nights, being peed on, or spit up on,
I am in heaven. The Mercando's were there with us throughout Luna's
pregnancy and delivery. Then for the first two months after my son's birth
until we both adjusted to this new tiny person who altered our lives.
Now with my son approaching six months old, the Mercando's have been
busy of late because of their nephew Allejandro, and have been unable to
come by our house for the last couple of months. From what little I had
been told, he was sent up here from Columbia to attend school. He is a
very handsome 11 year old boy with delicate features and slim build
although he is quite small for his age. He was sitting at a table off to
the side of the kitchen when his uncle guided me through the door. He
smiled at me when he saw me and I smiled and waved at him before turning my
attention to Mrs. Mercando.
"Look Mama, our Mejo has stopped by," Mr. Mercando announced as we
entered the kitchen.
"Patricio! How are you and Luna doing, and how is my grandson? I
was going to stop by to check on you this week since it has been weeks
now." She said before embracing and kissing me.
"Hola mama, your grandson and Luna are doing well. We have missed
you both, and Luna wants you to come to dinner this weekend after
Patricio's christening. You know you are always welcome in our home." I
told her as I embraced her and then kissed her hands.
This is the formal greeting Hispanics do because it shows our love
and respect to our parents. I am Mexican, while Luna and the Mercandos are
Columbian. However, most Mexican and South Americans are very religious
and devoted to the Catholic faith. The gesture of kissing someone's palms
comes from that faith. Even though the Mercandos were not related to me by
either blood or law, but by our faith, they were Luna's family now because
they had taken Luna into their home as their own. I discovered after we
were married that Luna had taken the exchange opportunity because a rebel
faction had murdered her family. She was spared because she was away at
the University at the time. When she found out about the attack, she knew
they would be coming for her so she fled here under the Student Exchange
program. Now with no family alive, the Mercandos were now her family, and
because of our faith, I also considered them to be her family, and now my
family as well. I am happy to do this since my own parents had passed away
right before I completed my Bachelor's degree in Forensic Psychology.
However, I would soon discover the truth about the Mercando's and my wife,
and how that truth would send my entire life spinning out of control.
"Come Patricio, and sit down. You can tell us how our grandson and
Luna are doing." Mr. Mercando said while offering me a chair. I started
to decline and told them I needed to go feed the meter outside, but Papa
insisted. "Allejandro, go and put this on the meter," he said while
handing him an out of order sign.
"Yes Poppi," Allejandro replied with a smile in a soft high pitched
voice as he took the sign and scampered out of the room. I watched him as
he left thinking that he couldn't weigh more than 60 lbs. He was quite
small for his age, looking more like an 8 yr old than an 11 yr old. My
thoughts were interrupted though when Mama started setting bowls and plates
onto the table.
"Mama, I was going to take dinner home for Luna and me," I said. She
just waved her hand in a shooing motion to me.
"Nonsense, you will eat now, and I will send Allejandro with you to
take dinner to Luna. Now tell me everything," she said. A big smile came
across my face before I spoke.
"Ok Mama, but let me call Luna first." I told her. I went out into
the front of the store and used the phone behind the counter next to the
register. I dialed my home number, but got a tone that resembled a busy
signal, but it usually meant there was trouble with the phone line. I
thought about trying to call her on her cell phone, but I decided not to
since Luna always kept it turned off when she was at home. Instead, I
returned to the kitchen, and sat down at the table and waited until Mama
joined me.
"Oh Mama, I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am right now. All
of the years of waiting, and through all of the disappointments, they have
all been washed away. Patricio has fulfilled our entire dreams mama. He
is growing like a weed, and he has already grown to 22 inches and weighs 16
lbs. And Luna, she becomes more beautiful to me everyday now." I told her
while she nodded knowingly. While I had never told them about my sexual
preference, Mrs. Mercando knew but never made an issue about it. She just
told me that God always has a reason for who we are. She also told me that
what I had done in the past was my business, but now that I was married, I
had to keep faith in my vows, which I did. She just patted my hands and
smiled before getting up and setting the food out to heat up.
The Mercando's own a specialty store that is part general store, and
part deli. The difference was they supplied the growing Hispanic
neighborhood with traditional South American, and Mexican food items and
merchandise that were not readily available. It was one of my favorite
places to be because Mrs. Mercando's tamales reminded me so much of my own
mother's cooking. At that moment, Allejandro came back in and finished
setting the places at the table. I got up to help, but was shooed back to
my seat by Mama. She loved to fuss over Luna and me, just as a mother hen
will fuss over her chicks. He quickly finished and sat down beside me at
the table. He was always quiet, and while I was familiar with his
situation of being here, I realized I hardly knew anything about him other
than that. Remembering he was from Columbia, I did not know how well he
spoke English, so I asked him if he preferred Spanish.
"No, I like English," he said although his accent was quite clear.
"So how is school? Are you getting along ok Allejandro?" I asked
with friendly concern.
"Yes, and please call me Alex. School is good, and all of the
Sisters like me. I have made some friends, but some of the boys don't like
me though." He said with a slight blush along with a shy smile. While I
am normally not attracted to young boys, I realized that Alex was
stunningly beautiful. He was almost pretty like a girl, with the only
difference being his haircut and clothes. I could easily picture him with
longer hair in a dress, and could see that nobody would know that he was a
boy unless they actually checked him physically for gender. I immediately
understood his answer to my questions. Because with his looks, the nuns,
and probably the priests too, would like him, and that his natural beauty
would cause jealousy with some of his peers. From what Luna had told me,
Alex was here on a special student exchange program in the Catholic Church,
which is why he was attending St. Joseph's Catholic school.
"Are they doing anything bad to you, or hurting you in some way?" I
asked him. His blush deepened with embarrassment as he looked down before
he lifted his head and met my gaze with his emerald eyes.
"Sometimes some of them do bad things to me, like pushing me down or
making fun of me, but the teachers stop them, and they get into trouble
most of the time." He said in a quiet high pitched voice that was like
music while averting his eyes away from mine and fidgeting. I knew that he
was part of the choir at school because Luna made me go to their spring
concert. Alex was one of their soprano leads, and he had such control of
his voice and pitch that it made him stand out from the others.
"Is that all they do? Just push you around and tease you?" I asked
him gently. I know some people think I am nosy sometimes with the way I
switch back and forth between my profession and my normal self. However,
it is not because I am nosy, but because I care and want to help. Being a
trained psychologist, I can tell from a person's body language when
someone, especially a child, is not being completely truthful with me. I
could see that Alex was not telling me everything because of his body
language, and this only piqued my interest to discover what he was hiding.
"Mostly^Åexcept," he looked at the Mercando's as they prepared the
food and then back to me with pleading eyes. I understood and leaned
closer to him so they would not hear, and he spoke in a voice just barely
above a whisper as he blushed a deep red. "This one older boy and his
friends pulled down my shorts in the locker room the other day and made fun
of my^Åum^Åhow do you say it^Åpeni?"
"Penis is how you say it, and what did they say about your penis?" I
asked him quietly. I could see that he was embarrassed, and I was about to
tell him that it was ok not to answer when he spoke again.
"They said it was tiny. That if it was any smaller that I would be a
girl," he said in a shameful whisper. Remembering my own fears of
inadequacy about my own development when I was his age, I knew that he
needed reassurance that he was normal. So I looked at him nodded my head
while holding my finger to my mouth. I then looked over at Mrs. Mercando
and said as I stood up. I also indicated that Alex should stand up too,
which he did.
"Mama, Alex wants to show me something he's working on in school, we
will be right back." I told her and she acknowledged us with a nod before
I ushered Alex out of the room. He took me up the back stairway to the
apartment above the store and to his room where I had him close the door.
I sat down on his bed and motioned him to sit beside me which he did.
"Now we can speak privately without them hearing. So tell me, did
what those boys said upset you?" I asked him gently, and he looked down at
his feet and nodded while blushing with embarrassment once more. I waited
patiently, and could see the different emotions that he was struggling with
at the moment. When he finally looked up at me, he had tears in his eyes.
"Is their something wrong with me Uncle Patricio? Do I really look
like a girl?" He asked in a quivering voice as his tears spilled down his
face. I just opened my arms and he quickly embraced me and buried his face
into my chest as his wracking sobs began. I just sat there embracing him,
and rubbing his back as his fears spilled out. Coming here was a big
change for him, and I knew that it was hard for him to understand the other
kids because English was not his native language. Therefore, he had to
take everything said to him seriously so he could not tell if these
children were teasing him, or telling him the truth. After a few minutes,
he was able to regain control of his emotions and wiped his nose with the
back of his hand. I handed him my handkerchief and had him blow his nose
before having him stand in front of me.
"Now you listen to me Alex, there is nothing wrong with you, and do
not ever believe that there is. Everybody looks different, and while some
boys are muscular, others are very handsome like you are. However, just
because you are handsome does not make you any different from other boys.
Those boys are probably just jealous of you, so they try to find faults in
you so they can justify their own faults. They probably cannot sing as
good as you can, nor are they as handsome as you are to the girls either.
Therefore, to make themselves feel better, they tease you and say things to
make you feel ashamed. Do not believe what they say because it is not
true, and do not be ashamed of yourself either." I explained to him while
I wiped away his tears. He nodded as he met my gaze for a moment, then his
shoulders slumped as he looked downward again.
"But it is true though, it is tiny like they said." He said in a
soft, dejected tone of voice. I reached out and gently raised his head
until he met my gaze.
"Well you let me be the judge of that ok? While I work for the FBI,
I am also a doctor, so I know what the truth is about how the human body
develops. I won't lie to you, and I will tell you if it is too small." I
said in a reassuring tone to him. He thought about it for a moment before
a look of hope came onto his face and he nodded while taking a step
backwards and undid his belt and jeans shorts. He paused for a moment and
looked at me as he slipped his thumbs into the elastic band of his Hanes
underwear.
"You promise not to laugh^Ålike they did?" He asked shyly.
"I promise, now show me," I answered him and he nibbled on his bottom
lip for a moment as he worked up his courage. He then gave his trust to
me, and took a deep breath before quickly pushing his pants and underwear
down past his knees and standing up straight while lifting his t-shirt up
to his armpits. I could clearly see his naked body from his slender chest
down to his skinny knees. My breath was literally taken away because his
body was just as beautiful as his face was. He was golden brown from head
to toes with no tan lines anywhere, and he was circumcised too. This
caused me to frown with thought about it because circumcisions were not
very popular in South American countries. Of course, he took my expression
as confirmation of his fears and he began to blush red with embarrassment
while his lower lip began to tremble. He started to cover his penis in
shame with one hand, but I caught hold of his wrist and stopped him. I
realized what was happening immediately and spoke quickly to stop it.
"No, I promised to tell you the truth, and the truth is that you are
the most beautiful boy I have ever seen." I said and he gave me a small
frown, but there was also a glimmer of hope too.
"But I saw your face though, you think it is tiny like they said" he
said accusingly but he did not try to cover his nakedness as he looked at
me with a questioning look.
"No I don't, I know I frowned but it was not because I saw anything
wrong with you. I frowned because you are circumcised is all, which is
unusual since you come from Columbia. As for your penis, it is perfect,
and for a boy your age and physical size, your penis is a good sized one
for a boy like you. The rest of you is also perfect, not to skinny, and
not to fat, but you can answer me as to why I do not see any tan lines on
your butt or around your penis." I told him as I held him gently by his
waist as he continued to hold up his t-shirt to his chest.
"You don't think it's too small? My Mama said that when I was born
that the skin was still attached to my...Um^Åcajones, but I think you say
it differently, but that is why I am circumcised." He explained with a
small smile.
"We call them balls, or nuts, but the medical name for them is
testicles or testes. You just remember balls ok. As for what your mother
told you, you were born with a condition called a webbed penis. It just
means that the foreskin of your penis is still attached to your scrotum, or
sac ok. It is not an uncommon occurrence, and is one of the reasons boys
are circumcised here in this country. It doesn't mean there is something
wrong with you though." I explained to him while he lifted his penis
revealing the tiny suture scars on the underside of his penis and along the
center of his scrotum. He listened as I explained things to him before
letting go of his penis and standing up straight again. His pants and
white cotton briefs had now slipped down to his ankles while he continued
to stand with his t-shirt raised almost to his chin. Just to emphasize my
point, I looked at his penis again. His entire midsection was the same
golden brown including his two inch flaccid penis. The only exception was
the pink head that was surrounded by a brown frilly collar, and his golf
ball sized sac that was a darker brown which is typical in Hispanics.
"No, it is not too small, it is just right for you." I said as I
slid my right hand over and cupped his small sac before gently squeezing
the head of his penis with my forefinger and thumb. Alex gave a little
squeak when I did this, and his penis sprang to life, quickly reaching its
full three inch length when hard. Alex blushed embarrassingly as he
quickly covered the purplish head with his hand. I gently pulled his hand
away so that he hard penis remained exposed.
"No, don't be embarrassed Alex. This is what is supposed to happen.
There isn't anything for you to be ashamed of because it's beautiful, just
like the rest of you. Now look, does it look tiny to you?" I asked him as
he continued to blush. He looked at me, then down at his stiff cocklet,
which was about the length and thickness of my index finger.
"No, I guess not," he answered with another blush before he looked at
me and asked as he raised his t-shirt up to his chin, "You really think I'm
beautiful^Åincluding my penis?"
"Yes I do, you are a very beautiful boy, and physically perfect too.
I think that is why those other boys said those mean things about you.
Don't ever believe them or anyone else who tells you differently because
you really are very beautiful." He hesitated for just a moment before
jumping into my embrace and propelling me backward a bit. I hugged him
close as I pulled him into my lap as he clung tightly to my neck. I could
make out the muffled sobs of relief coming from him as I started to gently
caress his bare back from his slim shoulders to his silky smooth bottom.
It took another few minutes for his crying to stop, and him to relax again.
When he was finished, I wiped his eyes and asked if he was ok.
"Yeah, I'm ok now. Thanks Uncle Patricio. Ever since it happened,
I've been thinking that something was wrong with me, but now I know they
were lying to me." Alex said softly as he leaned against my chest.
"Well, like I said, I am not an expert, but I cannot see anything
wrong with you. I just see a very beautiful young boy who seems to spend a
lot of time out in the sun naked." I told him as I tickled his ribs which
got me squeals of giggles. I sat him up and looked at him. "Come on, lets
get you dressed before we are missed."
"Ok, and thanks again." Alex said with a final quick hug and kiss,
on my cheek before he stood up and let me pull up his white briefs and then
his denim shorts. Once he was fully dressed again, I stood him in front of
me once more.
"Now listen to me, those boys are all physically bigger than you are,
so it is only good reasoning that their penises will also be bigger than
yours is. Also, because they are physically bigger and older, they will
also be more developed than you are. Everybody develops differently, and a
lot of that depends on a person's heritage. They are probably white or
black, and either come from European heritage, or African heritage. You
are Hispanic, and also Indian like myself, and just like you, I am not very
tall or muscular either. That is also because of our heritage, so you will
not develop the same as those other boys, and it will take you longer to
develop physically than they will. I am forty years old, but many people
believe I am only twenty something. So pay them no mind when they say
things like that to you because the truth is you are Hispanic, so be proud
of that. They may tease you, but once they see that their words don't hurt
you, they will stop because if they don't, it may look like they are trying
to hide something about themselves. Most of all, just ask yourself what
the girls think of you. They probably go all gooey when they see you don't
they?" I explained to him, and he blushed and nodded as he giggled when I
spoke about the girls.
"Well yeah, all of the girls do like me. They are always fighting
over who will be my partner in choir practice." He said with a pretty
little blush. I just nodded knowingly and then we heard them calling us.
"Papa is calling us, so we better get down there. If you ever need
to talk about anything, you can always come talk to me. I will understand,
and maybe I can help too." I said reassuringly to him. He nodded and
smiled at me before blushing prettily and turning his attention to Papa as
he came up the stairs.
"So what are you two doing, telling secrets?" Papa asked us, and
Allejandro smiled and shook his head.
"No, just talking about school is all Poppi, some boys were bothering
me and said some bad things about me that I didn't understand. But Uncle
Patricio explained everything to me." he answered with a musical laugh that
could warm anyone's heart.
"Well muchacho, he is the right man to talk to about those kinds of
things. He is very smart, and hungry too! Come now, dinner is ready."
Papa said with a laugh as he put his arm around Alex's shoulders and led us
downstairs. When we came back into the kitchen, Alex went and sat at the
table while Mama gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. She kept her
voice low when she spoke so Alex wouldn't hear.
"You fixed everything with Allejandro?" She asked in a whisper. I
nodded to her.
"Yes Mama, I think I fixed things. Allejandro is a very beautiful
boy and a bit small for his age. Some of the boys at his school have been
teasing him because of those things. However, I believe I relieved his
worries, and I told him how to deal with the other boys too. Now let's eat
and not talk about this anymore. I do not want Allejandro to be
embarrassed because we are talking about him." I quietly explained as I
hugged her again. Mama just smiled warmly and nodded before shooing me
towards the table. I sat down next to Alex, and looked at him with a
slight nod to let him know that I did not betray his confidence. He
relaxed then and smiled. As Mama and Papa brought the food to the table,
Alex reverted back to his normal carefree and happy go lucky self. I could
easily see why many of the nuns, teachers, and the kids liked him. With
his carefree spirit, and happy go lucky attitude, almost everyone who meets
him comes under his spell. Just as moths are drawn to light, the people
around him could not help but like him. I also realized Alex was totally
innocent of many of the things in this world, such as crimes and being a
victim that most American children know about. Therefore, I decided to
warn Mama and Papa about this so they could take the proper precautions.
While innocence is a very special gift God gives to children, it is
also lost quickly. That forces the child to change, for better or worse
depending on their experience. I could see Alex had somehow managed to
remain sheltered enough to keep his innocence intact, but I knew that here
in D.C. people would take advantage of his innocence. I also knew summer
break was coming and I was wondering what he would be doing.
"So when is your last day at school before the break Alex?" I asked
him as I passed him a bowl of Menudo.
"Today was our last day. School starts again at the end of August."
He answered as he took the bowl, and then passed his plate to Mama. She
started fixing his plate while he took a couple of tortillas.
"I was hoping maybe he could spend some time with you Mejo. You and
Luna are planning to go to the beach so maybe you could take Allejandro
with you when you go?" Mama said to me.
"That was before your grandson arrived. Luna has already decided not
to go, but I was planning on taking a week or two to go hiking. Luna could
stay with you, and Allejandro could come with me if he wants to." I told
her, and she nodded before handing Allejandro's plate back to him. I
looked at him to see what he thought about my idea.
"I've never been hiking before Uncle Patricio. What do we do?" He
asked with an inquisitive look on his face.
"Well, hiking is a camping trip in the mountains. You carry all of
your supplies in a backpack and you follow a trail. It's not easy, but to
me it is a wonderful experience. If you would like, we can go on an
overnight camping trip Friday so you can see what the hiking trip will be
like." I explained to him. He got a small smile on his face with a
surprised expression.
"Really, we can go this weekend?" He said in an excited voice as he
looked at me then at Papa. "Can I go Poppi, please?"
"Yes you can go, but I want you to listen to Patricio, and if you
give him any trouble he will spank you, then I will too once you come back.
Do you understand?" Papa said with his gruff voice and stern expression.
However, I could clearly see the softer expression he was trying to hide on
his face as he looked at Alex.
"I will Poppi, I promise," Allejandro said eagerly before jumping up
and hugging Papa. "Thank you Poppi, I will be good." He said as he hugged
and kissed him with an ecstatic grin on his face. Papa laughed and hugged
him back before telling him to sit and finish his dinner. For the rest of
the meal, Alex chattered happily with me about where we would be going and
what we would do. All too soon though, dinner was over. Mama had prepared
a large basket for Luna and me, and she told Alex to come with me and help
out around the house. I told him that if he wanted to spend the night, he
could. Therefore, he scampered off up the stairs to get his things. He
was back in a flash with his gym bag, and I kissed and hugged mama. We
said our goodbyes, and I carried the food out to the car while Alex
followed. We put everything into the back seat, and Alex got into the
passenger seat and put on his seat belt.
"This is a kewl car Uncle Patricio." He said with an expression of
wonder on his face as he surveyed the interior. I know it is a man thing,
but it is a beautiful sight to watch a young boy as he sits inside a muscle
car. I got into the bucket seat and started it up. I revved the rotary
engine so it sounded like a jet firing up its afterburners. I watched Alex
grab his knees and press his legs together as he laughed when I did this.
I knew well the feeling he was experiencing. When a young boy first
experiences the feel and vibrations of the raw power of a muscle car, it is
almost like an orgasm. Smiling at him, I leaned over and spoke loud enough
to be heard over the scream of the engine.
"You like that huh?" I asked him.
"Yeah, how fast does it go?" He said with barely contained
excitement.
"Let's find out," I said as I put on my seatbelt and pulled away from
the curb. I went down a few blocks until I came to one side street that I
knew was one of the popular "drag" streets in Georgetown. I turned onto it
and stopped, then I revved the engine a couple of times before popping the
clutch and peeling out. We quickly accelerated up to 90 mph and Alex gave
a nervous but excited little "eek," and giggles as he pressed his legs
together more. I knew without looking that he had a hard-on at this
moment, and it made me smile. After going almost half a mile, I slowed
down to the speed limit before turning onto the street where I lived. I
pulled up in front of it and shut the engine off. I watched casually as
Alex unconsciously squeezed his hard cocklet and rearranged it before
opening his door and getting out.
"That was so kewl!" He exclaimed as he came around and hugged me.
"Well I cannot do that very often or I would lose my license. Come
on, let's get the food inside before it gets cold." I told him before
reaching into the back seat and retrieving my briefcase, his bag, and the
food basket. I carried my briefcase while Alex carried the food and his
bag. He followed me up the steps to the front door where I stopped. I had
started to take out my keys when I noticed the front door was slightly ajar
and the lock was broken. This immediately sent up warning flags to me and
I stopped Alex and motioned him to be quiet. I quickly ushered him back to
the car and opened my briefcase. I took out my service weapon and cell
phone before dialing 911.
"911, do you have an emergency?" The emergency dispatcher asked.
"Yes, this is Special Agent Ramirez with the FBI. I just arrived to
my home and the door was open. It appears that the door was forced or
broken open. My wife and newborn son should be inside." I explained in a
worried but professional tone. I gave her my address and she then switched
me to the Metro Police dispatch supervisor. The supervisor knew who I was
since I had worked with him before, and I quickly explained the situation
again to him.
"Patrick, do not go into the house, I am sending police and rescue
units there now, and you wait for them. I am also contacting Quantico and
informing them of the situation." He told me knowing what I was planning.
"Alright, but hurry please. My wife and son are in there and could
be hurt." I said emphatically to him. I do not know how I kept myself
from rushing into the house, but I had an eerie feeling that something bad
had happened to Luna. The wait seemed like forever, but in reality, it was
just a few minutes before two Metro police cruisers pulled up in front.
Four officers got out, three men and one female officer, and came over to
me.
"I'm Officer Kendricks, We will go and secure the house, but you will
remain here with patrolman Yates, understood?" The senior officer told me
and indicating the female cop. I started to argue with him when my
supervisor pulled up. Bill came over quickly and took me aside.
"I know you are worried Pat, but let them do their jobs. Now come
over to my car and wait. This is not a request, but an order." He said in
an all business tone of voice as he escorted Alex and me over to his car.
The Metro cops then went up the steps and into my home. After a few
minutes, Officer Yates came out of the front carrying my son who was
bawling his head off. I rushed over to her and took him from her, and
started cooing to him to quiet him down. He was soaking wet, and she had
picked up his care bag and handed it to me. I took it and started changing
him on the hood of my car while she explained that he was in his crib and
it appeared that he was not disturbed by the intruders. I asked her about
my wife, but she said she didn't know because she brought him to me. Our
master bedroom is on the third floor while the nursery is on the second
floor. I finished changing Patricio, and he quieted down immediately. I
handed him to Alex and began to pace nervously when Patrolman Yates's radio
came alive.
"House is secure, we have one injured female adult. Go ahead and
send the paramedics up here." It said.
"Copy that, is it ok to send the husband up with the paramedics?"
Officer Yates asked.
"Yes, send him up because she is asking for him. Let him know that
this is an assault." The officer said again on the radio. Officer Yates
then indicated for me to go on up, and I rushed up the front stairs just as
another officer started stringing police tape on the door. I quickly went
up to our bedroom with the paramedics following me. As I entered the room,
I could see Luna on the floor next to the bed. She was almost completely
naked, and I knew that she had been beaten and raped. Her face was bloody
and swollen, and my tears were streaming down my face as I knelt beside
her.
"Oh Princess, I am here now. I will take care of everything," I said
as I cradled her head in my arms. She was softly crying and hugged me as
tightly as she could.
"Where is Patrick? Is he alright?" She asked me. She could only
open one eye due to the swelling. Seeing her like this was tearing out my
heart, and I tried to comfort her as best as I could.
"Yes honey, he is fine, they did not hurt him, but try not to move
because you are hurt badly. Who did this to you, can you tell me that?" I
asked her as I gently kissed her forehead. She seemed to be on the verge
of passing out again when she answered.
"You have to keep Allejandro safe. He is my brother, and our father
is coming for him. Please keep him safe," she begged me before passing out
again. This news shocked me, and left me with dozens more questions, but
they would have to wait. At the moment, my only concern was for her and
her safety right now.
"I promise honey, I will protect all of you. Just rest and save your
strength, I will take care of everything. I love you Luna, you are my
guiding light through the darkness." I told her gently as I kissed her
again. I then moved out of the way so the paramedics could tend to her.
It took me a couple of minutes to get myself under control again. Then I
switched to my all business mode, and surveyed the room. I could see that
Luna had put up one hell of a fight. One of her attackers had sprayed the
slogan "MS-13" on the wall. It was the gang logo of one of the most
notorious South American gangs in the D.C. area. Under the slogan was
scrawled "For Juanita." Just then, my boss Bill came into the room
followed by Alex. He saw Luna and cried out as he ran to her, crashing
down onto his knees beside her.
"Meadmana, no! Don't leave me! Please wake up!" He cried out in
heart wrenching sobs as I grabbed him and pulled him back. He began to
struggle to get free as I picked him up and smothered him in my embrace as
I backed away from where they were tending to Luna.
"Let me go! She is my sister," he said through his tears as he
fought to free himself. I hugged him tightly and stopped his flailing
arms. He struggled for a moment before giving up. He quickly turned and
embraced me as he cried into my chest.
"I know, she told me. She is my wife as well as your sister, and she
will be ok. However, we have to let the medics do their job and get her to
the hospital. I will take care of you like she asked, but I need you to
tell me the truth ok. Now calm down, and don't worry. Luna will be
alright." I said softly to him as I felt his small body shake violently
with fear and worry. The paramedics had already gotten Luna ready for
transport, and they stood and with the help of two other officers, they
carried her litter down stairs to the gurney, then to the ambulance. I
picked Alex up into my arms and stood, and then I went over to my boss, and
my friend Bill. Of all the people I work with, he was one of the few
people who knew that my position was merely a front. Yes, I was a
Psychologist, and that is where my professional history ended. Anyone who
did a background check on me would find all of this information concerning
my career as a Forensic Psychologist. However, Bill knew otherwise and he
regarded me with a critical stare when I approached him.
"I do not know everything Bill, but this has something to do with my
wife's family back in Columbia. Alex is her brother, which is something I
didn't know either until just now. He is Allejandro Cruz, and Luna told me
I had to keep him safe. So I can only guess he was the intended target for
this, or they both were^ÅI just don't know. I need to know everything you
can get me about this MS-13 gang." I told him, and I could feel the anger
building inside me like a raging inferno.
"Be careful Pat, or you may end up in the middle of a gang war with
them." He cautioned me as he watched for my response. He knew the look on
my face, and knew my rage was building. He also knew that whomever I chose
to vent that rage would regret it.
"They got more than a war when they assaulted my family, they got a
blood feud. They don't know the kind of war I am going to bring on them,
and God help them when I come. Just get me that information please. I'm
going to take Alex and my son home now, then I'm going to see Luna. I want
24/7 protection on her to ensure her safety." I told him in a deadly
serious tone of voice.
"I will make it happen. You know that we cannot openly support you
in this, but you just tell me what you need and I will get it alright."
Bill told me, and I fully understood his meaning. If any of this got into
the news, the agency will play dumb and deny any involvement. However, I
was not just a Criminal Profiler, but also one of their best Covert
Operatives. Bill just looked into my eyes, and he could see the inferno
behind them. Whoever had done this to my family would now pay, probably
with their lives. However, they were not through yet because the other
shoe was about to fall.
End Chapter 1
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