Date: Mon, 05 Dec 2005 11:59:18 -0500
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pilot III Ch 15

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The Pilot III

Shane and Robert's Life

Chapter 15

Robert took a quick shower and shaved and came back out so we could hold the
twins on our laps for a little bit before sending them off to bed.

I could never imagine why Dad liked to hold us until I had Jeremy sit on my
lap. Holding my son is something I never imagined I would ever do but I'm so
glad they have come into our lives.

Robert's alarm woke me again so I got up and joined the others as they got
ready for work and school. I went down to see if the twins were awake and
was greeted by their bare asses as they both were bending over to put on
their underwear. "Morning boys," I said as they stood back up.

"Hi Dad," they said in unison.

"Do you always sleep naked?" I asked.

"Yeah," Aaron said. "We love the feel of the sheets against our skin. What
about you two?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," I said.

They laughed and came over and gave me my morning hug and kiss. "Did you
enjoy the view?" Jeremy asked.

I returned their kisses, "Of course. You both have very nice butts."

Aaron said, "And I'd like to feel your dick in it too."

I looked at both boys, "That is something we're going to need to talk
about."

The boys looked solemn after I said that but just nodded their heads. I went
out to the kitchen as they finished dressing. Dad was standing fixing his
coffee as I wrapped my arms around him, "Morning Dad."

He leaned back and kissed me saying "Hi son."

The twins came out and fixed a bowl of cereal then sat at the kitchen table
and started to eat. Robert joined us at the table as Aaron asked, "Alright
Dads, why do we need to talk about us wanting you to make love to us?"

Dad was surprised at that question all of a sudden when I said, "Remember we
talked about us adopting you, right?"

"Sure," Aaron said. "We want that more than anything."

"Alright," I said. "It's not that we don't want to make love to you but one
of the things you two will need to have is a medical exam."

"So," Jeremy said. "We've been to the doctors before."

"Please let me finish boys," I said sipping my coffee. "As you both know, I
was adopted too and I had to have an exam. When children are adopted,
doctors examine children very closely and one of the things they look for
are signs of sexual abuse. Now I know what you're going to say. You're not
being abused but if they see stretching or bruising around your rectums,
they are going to want to know why. When Dad decided to adopt me, he
couldn't make love to me any more until it was final. Now do you understand
why we can't do that just yet?"

Aaron swallowed his mouthful then said, "I think so but it's stupid.

"One more thing," Dad said. "We need you boys to stop having anal sex."

"Aw man why?" Jeremy moaned.

"Same reason son," Dad replied. "There just can't be any signs of you guys
having sex or the doctor will say you're being abused and the adoption won't
go through. I know you don't totally understand it but I think we can work
something out that you will like."

"And what might that be?" Jeremy said leering at me.

"How about I don't tell you and make that a surprise?" I said kissing him on
his nose.

Jeremy kissed me back and said, "Well then I'll just have to come up with a
few of my own."

I had to laugh when he said that. I looked at the clock and it was getting
late, "I can hardly wait, now scoot and get your teeth brushed."

Robert was snickering as the twins went down the hall. "What's so funny," I
asked.

"Doesn't all that sound so familiar?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Didn't you tell me you didn't like it when Dad had to stop screwing you?"
he said. "You told me you were constantly fingering your ass when you jacked
off in the shower."

I turned red when Robert reminded me of that. I'd forgotten just how much I
loved having Dad's dick in me so I finally saw what the twins were going to
have to go through. "I guess I had forgotten about that," I admitted. "I
don't think a finger hitting their prostate would do any damage. We'll have
to look at them and see if they're showing signs of being stretched."

The twins came bounding back into the kitchen so Dad and I took turns giving
them and Robert hugs and kisses good bye. The twins looked at me before they
walked out the door, "Bye Dad, bye Granddad. We love you."

I was really moved and said, "Bye guys, I love you too."

We sat back down to the table as Dad said, "Looks like you have a couple of
sex machines on your hands."

"I guess," I said. "I'd really forgotten just how horny teens can be. I know
I still do very frequently and want to jump Robert's body."

"I remember the times you four would be by the pool having a suck fest," Dad
said.

I looked at the clock and it was now almost 9:30 and Christine was going to
be here soon. I was about to say something when the phone rang. "Hello," I
said.

A voice said, "May I speak to Shane or Buck Taylor please?"

"This is Shane Taylor," I replied.

"This is Mr. Warren over at the funeral home," he said. "I was wondering
when you could come over so we can talk about a funeral for the Mitchell's?"

"Let's see," I said thinking. "I have a meeting here at 10 and I'm not sure
how long that will last. Would 1:00 be alright with you?"

"That would be fine," he said. "I'll see you then sir."

I hung up the phone and Dad said, "Who was that son?"

"That was the funeral home," I said. "They want to see us so we can make
funeral arrangements."

"Oh alright," Dad said. "I guess we will need to find a cemetery kinda close
to here so the boys can visit their mother."

"Thanks," I said, "I almost forgot about that."

I sat back down at the table as Dad said, "I think the funeral home should
know if there is one close by. I think you might need to change your
wardrobe son."

I looked at myself, "Uh yeah Dad, I think you're right."

I went into the bedroom and put some clothes on and as I was coming out the
doorbell rang. I went over and opened it as a woman said, "Shane Taylor?"

I opened the door letting her in and said, "Yes and you must be Christine
Mellon."

"Yes I am," she said stepping into the foyer.

Let's go to the dining room table where we can talk. We went into the dining
room and Dad was standing there waiting to see who was at the door. I looked
at Christine and said, "Christine, this is my Dad, Buck Taylor."

"Nice to meet you sir," she said. "You have a very nice home here. Are you
retired?"

Dad shook her hand, "Thank you. I'm retired from the County."

"What did you do sir," she asked.

Dad smiled and said, "I was with Metro Dade Air Rescue. I was a pilot and
paramedic."

"I see," she said looking at me. "Like father like son?"

"In all respects," I said. "I'm a pilot also."

She took a seat and pulled out a legal pad then said, "Alright then, let's
get started shall we? Tell me how you came across Jake?"

I thought back for a moment then said, "My partner and I had just dropped
off a patient at the hospital and we were heading back to the station. The
roads were pretty congested with traffic and debris from the storm. Tony, my
partner, decided to take some back streets and alleys to avoid the traffic.
There were some tree limbs blocking the alley so we got out and started
moving them out of the way when Tony yelled for me. He said he found a boy
lying on the ground."

"Now who is this Tony you mentioned?" She asked.

"Tony Alvarez," I said. "He was my partner for the day"

"Alright," she said making some notes on her pad. "What did you do then?"

I said, "We fist checked to see if he was alive. Tony checked for a pulse
and when we found one I got the gear out of the rig. I put a cervical collar
on him then we log rolled him onto a back board and put him on the
stretcher. We loaded him inside where we cut off his wet clothes and Tony
checked vital signs. I had Tony help me roll him so I could take his
temperature."

"How did you do that?" she asked.

"Rectally," I said. "He was unconscious and we do it that way to get an
accurate core temperature when we may be looking at hypothermia. I suspected
that because his skin was very cold to the touch. His temperature was 95.5,
I believe. I started an IV on him to start warming him up and Tony put him
on the heart monitor. I then covered him up with a thermal blanket and a
wool one to start getting him warm on the outside."

"Alright," she said still taking notes. "What next?"

I thought then said, "Once all that was done we transported him to the
Emergency Room at Children's. After we arrived, we put him on their bed
while I gave the doctor my report. Before I left, the doctor asked me if I
would recheck his core temp. I did and it was then that I noticed the boy
was awake. He was a little confused as to his surroundings. I told him who I
was and where he was when he told me his name. I asked him what he was doing
out there and he told me he had ridden out the storm out there. He said he
found a building but then he got scared and tried to find some other place.
I asked him if he had a home and he said not any more. I told him that I
would make a phone call and he would have a home."

She interrupted me asking, "Why didn't you ask him for more details when he
said he didn't have a home anymore?" She asked.

"I could see he was getting upset at those questions, so I stopped," I said.
"I didn't see the sense in having him cry or get hysterical. After that, he
closed his eyes and I left the room. I did my paperwork then called Linda
Eggleston with DCFS."

She finished writing then asked, "You don't seem sure of his core
temperature."

"Like I said," I started saying. "I think it was 95.5 but I can get the
station's copy of my paperwork. It's an exact duplicate of the one I turned
over to the hospital."

"That will be fine," she said. "Police officers use notes all the time."

"Will I have to testify?" I asked.

"More than likely," she said. "I'll send a subpoena out so your work will
know."

"I still can't believe someone could do that to their child." I said. "I
hope you hang the bastard."

"I'm going to offer him a plea bargain," she said. "I hope he has the
decency to accept it."

I looked at her, "And I hope he ends up with a really big cell mate named
Bubba."

She just smiled as she started putting he papers away. She looked at me, "I
think that does it for now Shane. Don't forget to get that report so you can
use that as a reference. I don't know if I'll need to talk with you again
but if I do, I'll call you."

It was 12:15 when she left so Dad and I quickly ate some lunch before
heading out to the funeral home. Mr. Warren was in the lobby when we arrived
and he took us into his office so we could talk. I didn't know what I was
doing so I let Dad talk.

Mr. Warren was very nice and showed Dad some moderately priced caskets. The
next things were the vaults and I found out that they were required by law.
Once all that was done, Dad asked, "There is one thing we don't have and
that is cemetery plots."

"There is a cemetery we deal with and is about 2 miles away and they are
very good about last minute needs. I can call them now for you if you'd
like."

"That would be fine," Dad said.

The man was on the phone for about 10 minutes with the cemetery. When he was
done he said, "I found a nice side by side plot in a shady area for the
grounds. After I explained the situation they agreed to let it go with my
discount. Here are the totals, Mr. Taylor. Our services are, and this is per
person, $4,257. 63 and that includes all necessary taxes. The cemetery
plots, including the opening and closing fees comes to a total of $9,280.00.
All total it comes to $13,807.63.

I almost shit when I heard the price. I wondered what people did when they
don't have life insurance. Dad looked at the papers and said, "Alright. You
haven't tried to sell me the most expensive things you have here. When can
you make all this happen?"

Dad pulled out his check book as Mr. Warren said, "How about Monday morning
at 10. I'll even handle the announcement in the newspaper."

This would give us the weekend to prepare the twins and I nodded to Dad.
"That would be fine," he said as he wrote out the check.

We headed out of his office then went home. I looked at Dad, "I'm sorry I
have to work tomorrow."

"That's your job son," Dad said.

"I know," I said looking at him. "But the boys are going to need us all
there."

"Robert and I will manage," he said patting my leg, as we pulled onto the
driveway.



At the DA's office, Christine was looking over the interviews and decided to
run the idea of a plea agreement by the DA. He looked at everything and
said, "I don't think the judge will go for just 5 years total for this. I
would make it 10 because otherwise he's going to be looking at 5 alone for
the neglect plus another 25 for the abandonment."

"Sounds good," she said going back to her office.

She called Curtis' lawyer and said she wanted a meeting with him and his
client. He said he could be at the jail in about half an hour so Christine
said she would see him there.

She drove over to the county jail then went back to the lawyer's area to see
Timothy Curtis. He was sitting there with his lawyer and he spotted her
coming in. He looked at her and said, "I guess you're here to drop the
charges now."

"On the contrary Mr. Curtis," she said. "I'm here to offer you a way to
spend less time than a jury would give you if this goes to trial."

"Less time in jail for not having a kid?" he scoffed.

"You are looking at some very serious charges Mr. Curtis," she said. "I'm
sure your attorney has told you that."

"And I've told you I don't have a kid," he said. "It's your job to prove
it."

She looked at his attorney and said, "Very well. I will see you both in
court."

She left the cell and headed back out to her car. She was really confused
about this case. On her way back to the office she was wondering why his
lawyer hadn't been to see her with some kind of evidence proving his client
innocent. Was he just going to sit there and have us present our case and
then rest?

When she got back to the office, she went in and saw the DA. "Well that was
a total waste of time. I didn't even get a chance to tell them the offer
when Mr. Curtis said no deals."

"Well," he said. "We offered."

"There is something bugging me about this case," she said.

"What's that," he said.

"Well," she said sitting down. "His lawyer hasn't come to me with anything
proving his client's innocence. I mean if the man really didn't have a
child, he'd be bringing everything he could to keep from going to court. Is
his lawyer deliberately not doing anything so he will have grounds for
appeal?"

"That's not our responsibility," he said.

"Yes it is if he tries to get a mistrial or an appeal," she said.

He just shook his head as she headed for the door. Before she closed it she
said, "I'm going to request a meeting with Judge Henry later in the week if
he doesn't call me with something."



Back at home, Dad and I were relaxing when the phone rang. "Man, we need an
unlisted number," I said picking up a cordless handset."

"We have one," Dad said laughing.

"Hello, Shane Taylor speaking".

"Hi Shane," a voice said. "Jess Martin here."

"Hi Mr. Martin, how are you?"

"Pretty good," he said. "The reason I'm calling is that I have a figure on
those stocks the twins' mother had."

"Already," I said. "That was fast."

"Well the price is constantly changing," he said. "So I wanted to have an
accurate figure for you."

"Sounds good," I said. "What are they looking at?"

Jess then said, "I talked to the broker and he said after his commission the
boys would end up with almost $300,000 to be split in half."

"Wow," I said. "That's great. Have you sold them yet?"

"Yes I did," he said. "I had you sign a power of attorney yesterday so I
could. I also contacted the probate court and it will have to go through
there but it's just a formality considering neither of them had a will."

"Won't that delay things?" I asked.

"Nope," he said. "In fact it makes things easier. Without a will, there
aren't a bunch of people arguing if one of the parties had been written out.
Here it gets split in half between the twins. It will clear probate Monday
then I'll set up the trust accounts for them. Everything should be ready for
signatures Tuesday."

"That's great Jess," I said smiling. "What do we owe you?"

"All my fees come out of the estate," he said. "But I'm not doing this for
the money Shane. I earned my money when you were adopted."

"Speaking of adoptions," I said. "We're going to want your help when we
adopt the twins."

"No problem," he said. "Just let me know when you want to do this."

"Thanks Jess," I said as I hung up the phone.

To be continued