Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2005 12:02:58 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul Chapter 4

Good Counsul?
Chapter 4

     "I'm Phil Forester.  I received a call requesting I get
here as soon as possible.  My son is in Peds ICU and his
mother is in room 423.  For who was I called?
     "Let me check sir," replied the receptionist as she
punched something into the computer in front of her. "Here
it is sir, please go the waiting area on third floor east,
Dr. Andrews will meet you there.
     "Thank you."
     Though it was only a matter of minutes the ride in the
elevator seemed an eternity as the three men waited for the
doors to open on the third floor.  As they rushed towards
the waiting area a broadly smiling Dr. Andrews approached
them.
     "So glad you could get here right away, come with me."

      "Has there been a change in Evan's condition?" asked
Phil as the doctor lead him in a different direction from
the ICU area.

      "I think you'll be pleased," Dr. Andrews said as he
opened the door and escorted the three men into a private
room in Peds.

     "Daddy?" said the little angel as he sat up in bed arms
extended.

      "Yes son, how are you?  Are you feeling better?"

     "Yeah Daddy, where's Mom, can I see her?  Where are
Grandma and Grandpa?"

     "We'll arrange for you to see your Mom and your grandpa
soon son," said Phil as he held back the tears of joy and
embraced his son for the first time. "These two guys with me
are also your granddads, this is Grandpa Greg and this is
Grandpa Craig," Phil said introducing the boy to his dads.

     "Gentlemen about an hour ago Evan suddenly woke up
looked around and asked if he could have something to eat.
All tests seem to come back normal.  I would surmise we can
release him tomorrow, I just want to continue to keep him
under observation tonight."

      "Thank you doctor, you wouldn't believe how we've
prayed for this moment.  Does Judy know?"

    "Not yet I checked with Dr. Blevins and she is rather
sedated at the moment for her pain. We should be able to
tell her in the morning.  George knows and is waiting for
you to talk with him before coming in to see Evan," said Dr.
Andrews.

     "Dad, would you go and get George I don't want to leave
Evan."

     "Sure Phil I'll be right back."

     As Greg left the room Craig came forward and hugged
Evan.  Tears too fell from his eyes as he was reminded the
number of times he held Phil in the same manner and here was
Phil's son looking just as Phil did when he was that age.

     When Grandpa George entered the room it seemed it would
be impossible to keep Evan in bed but he wouldn't let go of
his father.  The four men and Evan talked for the next hour.
Evan told how his mother explained the situation with his
Father and how she always said what a great Dad he would be
when they got together.  He told how he loved his Grandpa
George and cried as the men explained what happened to his
Grandma Betty.

      With tears in his eyes he looked at his father and
asked "Daddy, with Grandma gone, what is Grandpa George
going to do?  I know that I'm to come and live with you but
I don't want to leave my Grandpa George, can he come too?"

      Phil, Greg and Craig looked first at each other then
Greg and Craig nodded to Phil.

     "Sure son, as soon as your Grandpa George can leave the
hospital he can come home with us too," answered Phil.

      "Are you sure?" asked George as he looked at his new
friends.

     "Are you going to argue with us and your Grandson?"
asked Greg as the men started to laugh. "What our Grandson
wants he gets, at least in this case, and I don't think
right now you have a leg to stand on to argue with us, now
do you?

     "Under those conditions how can I refuse?" answered
George as a smile finally had fully replaced the somber look
on his face.

       The nursing staff tried to chase the men out of the
room but Evan and Phil would have nothing to do with the
idea and Phil remained to stay the rest of the night in
Evan's room.  Greg and Craig did return to the hotel, but
where back as early as possible the next morning.

       As the sun rose casting its first rays across Judy's
room, Dr. Blevins entered to check on his patient.

       "Judy, how are you this morning?" asked Dr. Blevins.

     "I'm still here," said Judy so softly she could barely
be heard.

      "Evan has woken up and is doing fine.  Phil is with
him.  Can I bring then to see you?"

     "Oh yes, please! Are your sure Evan is OK?"

     "Yes everything is fine"

      In just a matter of moments Phil came into the room
pushing Evan in a wheel chair.  It seemed the nurse on his
floor didn't want to take a chance and thought it would be
better for Evan.  Besides, Evan thought it was neat that he
could ride in a wheelchair and have his Dad push him to the
room to see his Mom.

     Judy's eyes lit up as she looked at the two most
important men in her life.  A smile crossed her lips as she
whispered, "Finally, my son will be alright he has his Dad"

     She closed her eyes but the smile never left her lips.
Dr. Blevins stepped forward and checking turned to Phil and
mouthed the words, "She's gone."

     Phil began to cry as he lifted Evan from his chair and
cradled him in his arms. "Your Mom loved you son.  When she
got sick all she wanted was to be sure you would be with me
and be OK.  Now that's done and she has gone to rest.  She
isn't feeling any more pain.  Would you like to kiss her
good-bye?"

     With remarkable composure Evan crawled out of his
Father's lap and crossed over to his Mother's bed, leaned
over kissed her on the cheek and said, "Mommy I'm all right.
Don't worry anymore.  I love you!" Turning he went back to
his Father and crawled back up in his lap.  He buried his
head against his Father's neck and began to shake as he
cried.

     Dr. Blevins met Craig and Greg as they walked onto the
floor and apprised them of the news.  The three proceeded to
George's room.

      As the three men entered the room George saw in their
faces the signs of despair but waited, not wanting to hear
the news they were to deliver.

     "Please help me," he cried as Dr. Blevins described the
scene that took place in Judy's room.

     Greg already holding George's hand, took his other arm,
and gently placed it around George pulling him towards his
shoulder.  As his Grandson had done, he could only cry as
the pain of losing his daughter began crushing in his chest.

     Dr. Andrews felt that it would be best for Evan to stay
at the hospital for the next two days while Craig assisted
George and Phil in making the final arrangements for Judy's
funeral.

     The day of the funeral Evan was released from the
hospital and Dr. Andrews agreed that with the proper help
George could also leave.  He had phoned Phoenix and made
arrangements for George's care to be picked up there as an
outpatient through a facility in Phoenix and a rehab
specialist could come out to the home.

     The services were not long.  George was in a wheel
chair.  Greg and Craig stood silently by.  Evan clung to
Phil as he watched his Mother be placed to rest next to his
Grandma Betty.  The men felt all the more sad as the
reminder of Betty's funeral was so fresh in their minds.

     After stopping to eat and checking out of the hotel,
the new family made their way back to Phoenix.  Evan was
somewhat subdued over his Mother's funeral, but she had
prepared him well.  As they got closer to Phoenix his
excitement started to bubble over as he realized he was
going to his new home.  He would no longer live in a little
apartment.  His Dad had a real house.  He missed his Mother
but now he had a real house, a Father, three Granddads and
who knew what other surprises might be in store for him.

     Pulling up to a great iron gate, Greg stopped and
punched a code into a box and the gate opened in front of
them.  Evan's eyes grew as he looked out of the car.  The
house looked like a museum.  It was huge. The grounds looked
like he was in a park.
     "Where are we Dad?"

     "We're home son"

     "No way, we live here?  Cool!!!!!



     Evan was no less enthusiastic as he was shown his room,
just across the hall from his Father's room.  His Grandpa
Craig and Greg had rooms right next to his Dad.  His Grandpa
George had a room on the same side of the hall as Evan, just
a door down the hall.  Phil explained that over the next
week or so they would go shopping and redecorate his room to
his own liking.  Evan couldn't believe it.


     Evan's biggest surprise came when he was woken up in
his room the next morning with a big wet lick to the side of
his face.  Turning and looking towards the source of the
disturbance he discovered two paws leaning on the edge of
his bed and the face of a beautiful chocolate Lab reaching
forward to lick him again.  Standing nearby was Grandpa
Craig laughing as he explained to Evan that this particular
puppy came to live with him and needed to be named.  There
would be some things that Evan would need to do to take care
of his new friend but everyone else would help him as
needed.  Right now he needed to get up and ready for his
breakfast and to feed his new companion.


      "Rainbow, "yelled Evan in between bites of cereal.


     "What?" asked Phil.


     "Rainbow," that's my dog's name.  Cause when you see a
rainbow and you wish it'll come true. And all my wishes have
come true!"


     "Sounds good buddy, Rainbow it is," laughed Phil as the
other men chuckled.


     "Greg can I discuss something with you?" asked George

as Phil and Evan disappeared out the door, Rainbow leading

the way.

     "Sure what's on your mind?"

     "Craig if you could stay I'd like to talk to you too."

     "OK What's up George?" asked Craig.

    "From the conversation I've had with Greg here I get
the feeling that there is somewhat of a different
relationship between the three of you men.  Am I right?

    "I know it wouldn't do any good to keep it from you,
and I did say a few more things than perhaps I needed to
when we were talking in the hospital but I had to see how
you'd react.  The three of us do have not only a gay
relationship, we're lovers, but we are into BDSM.  We wanted
to talk to you too because we don't believe that Evan should
be exposed to that at his age," replied Greg.

     "I agree, what you guys do is your business.  I have to
tell you though I wouldn't mind if you could include me in
your playtime sometime though.  I always loved Betty but had
some experiences before we were married and had one guy that
I met a few years later and we've kept in touch. I do want
to keep it from Evan.  What does Phil think about it?"

     "Phil agrees as well, he was out of college and twenty-
five before we figured out how to bring Greg here, out of
his shell and started the relationship between the three of
us."

     "How did you get him out of his shell?"

     Craig told the story of the discussions and feelings he
had gotten from Greg over the years and when the opportunity
arose, how he and Phil made arrangements, how Greg was
abducted and trained.  He explained how they discussed all
of it with psychologists and they determined it would not be
harmful to Greg, instead would bring him out of his shell
and ready to accept them as they wanted to be.

     Greg picked up and explained his experiences through
the training and the final emotional release he achieved at
the end.

     "That reminds be of my buddy, Bill Lancaster, from what
little he has told me, he is into that type of thing.  He's
a physical fitness buff and likes to take the part of a
top."

     "You know there is another thing that's bothering me,"
said Craig. "We've all gone through a lot of pain because of
that drunken driver and our attorney says he only got thirty
days.  There was some kind of snafu involving the officer,
who was it? A Taylor guy I think.  The DA was pretty upset.
I don't blame him, I wish there was something else that
could be done to get that Jon Acres off the road
permanently."

     "George, could you get in touch with your buddy?  I'd
like to call Taylor and we all have a little sit down.  I've
got an idea," said Craig.

     "Sounds good to me, George about your first question,
whatever we can do to keep Evan from knowing about the BDSM
let's try to do.  He'll only be a kid for so long and he
deserves a better childhood.  Besides, that is something for
adults, not kids.  Oh, and I think I can speak for Phil and
Craig if I say we wouldn't mind having you play with us
sometime either."

     It took better than a week for George to track down
Bill Lancaster it seemed he had moved out of Albuquerque at
least three years back.  With Judy's condition George hadn't
been in contact for at least the last couple of years.  Bill
had a busy schedule but said he could meet with them the
following Saturday evening at about 7.00P.M. George checked
with Craig and they confirmed the time.  Bill would come
over for dinner.  Craig had a little better luck getting in
touch with Taylor and it was decided he too would be able to
come to dinner that evening.

     Evan found out about a training camp that he could
attend with Rainbow.  It was for children and their dogs.
The managers of the camp set it up so the dog and its owner
could arrive on Friday evening and stay till Sunday
afternoon.  In between, the two of them would learn together
proper handling techniques, safety issues and the dog would
learn a number of commands and tricks.  Evan didn't want to
be away from his Dad and Grandpa's but was too enthused to
go when they encouraged him and swore they'd be there Sunday
afternoon to bring him and Rainbow right back home.

     By Saturday, Craig consulted with his attorney on a
number of issues and laid out a pretty solid game plan.
They felt all the bases were covered and if they stuck to
their plan in the method prescribed by the attorney, they
could keep from suffering any backlash.

     Saturday finally came and the men had everything ready
for their guests.  About five minutes of seven the chime
came from the front gate announcing Taylor had arrived.  The
gate was opened after he was given instructions as to where
to pull up to and leave his car.  Precisely at seven the
chime rang again announcing Bill Lancaster had arrived and
he was given similar instructions.

     Taylor was met at the door by Phil and escorted to the
bar for cocktails.  A few minutes later Craig responded to
the door showing Bill the way to the bar and extending the
invitation for a before dinner drink.

      "Master, why are you here?" shrieked Greg as Bill
entered the room.

      All eyes turned to the scene before them as Bill
stepped in front of Greg. Greg was kneeling, his hands
behind his back, his eyes looking at the floor in front of
him.

     "Greg, so nice to see you again.  I told you that I was
no longer your master, but you honor me with your obedience.
Rise and resume your normal self."

     "Bill, you know Greg?" asked George.

     "Yes intimately, I trained him," replied Bill.

     "And quite well, we were never able to thank you, as we
didn't meet any other members of the staff," said Phil.

     "And you must be the son," said Bill then looking

towards Craig, "And you must be the lifelong friend that

made all the arrangements."

      "Guilty on all counts," chimed both men in response.

     "I take it, all has been satisfactory?"



     "In every way possible and imaginable," replied Craig.

      Taylor stood in utter confusion wondering just what
was going on before him.  His confused expression soon was
observed by Phil.  Remembering his etiquette he invited
Taylor to have a seat.

     "Taylor."

     "Just call me Pete"

     "Alright Pete, do you agree that an adult has the right
to do as he wishes so long as it is consensual?"

      "Of course, as an officer of the law I need only be
involved if it is not consensual."


     "Do you have a problem with man to man sex?" continued
Phil.

     "No, why should I?"

     "If it is consensual to you have a problem with BDSM?"

     "Wow, that is some question, but no I don't have a
problem, as I said so long as it is consensual and between
of age adults."

     "OK then I guess we can explain."

     Between the three men they explained the relationship
between them.  Bill was included in the explanation as to
his part.  George added his relationship to Bill and how
they had something they wanted to discuss between them. This
had been the reason for the meeting.

     "Taylor, I'm sorry Pete, you mentioned several times
that you wished there was something else that could be done
to get DWI's off the road?"

   "You said it.  That's kind of a pet peeve of mine."

   "Bill your expertise is in training, breaking a man
down and then making what you wish of him, correct?"

     "Yes but how."

     "What if we could put something together that would get
the DWI's off the road and you Bill would assist in kind of a
transformation?" asked Greg.

     "How could it be legal?" inquired Pete.

     "Let us handle that, all you need to know is we have an
attorney to protect us.  He will be sure anything we do will
not put us in jeopardy. Would you like to continue with
details?" added Craig.

     "Sure," said both Pete and Bill.

"Good, let's have dinner and we'll discuss details
further afterward," said Greg.

     Adjourning to the dining room the men enjoyed a
delicious dinner of salad, Prime Rib au Jus, new potatoes,
green beans almondine, fresh breads, an assortment of wines
and a luscious cheese cake for desert.

     Discussion of their plans followed dinner with
agreement all around.

     "Pete, when did you say Jon Acres was to be released?"
asked George.

     "In two weeks I believe, I would have to check"

     "Please do, guys do you think we can be ready by then?"
asked Greg.

     "Yeah!" chorused all present.

     "Gents, I have an early morning tomorrow so I'd better
push off, I'd love to stay but duty calls.  I'll give you a
call on Monday evening and let you know what I find out."

  "OK Pete, Bill can you stay the night?" asked Greg.

     "Sure why not, I don't have anything planned for the
morning and I only live about 15 minutes away but after the
wine I've had I wouldn't mind staying."

   Pete took his leave and was soon pulling through the
gate.

 "I didn't want to say anything in front of Pete but
since I'm here I wouldn't mind a little play considering I
know all of you are into it," said Bill evilly.

     "Bill, I knew you would want to stay, hell it's been
three years since we played and now I find how you trained
Greg.  I know how you like to be a top but I'm going to give
away your secret, I don't think these guys know that you are
an insatiable bottom as well.  I bet Greg needs to find that
out to insure we won't have any more scenes like we did when
you got here," chuckled George.

     "Well, if that's case I make a motion that we get our
asses to the playroom!" exclaimed Phil as he headed out the
door.

     Arriving in another wing of the mansion the men entered
a small room, plain furnished only with a few benches and
hooks on the wall.

     "All clothes remain here! Naked asses only through that
door. Thirty seconds or your ass gets the tawse," order
Craig.

"Hey no fair! You guys know I'm still in this damn
chair!" retorted George.

     "Exception, George still has to strip but stays in the
chair, no time penalty for him," shouted Craig.

     The men made it through the door in under the thirty
seconds with the exception of George.  As the four men stood
there George rolled in.

     "Since I can't fully participate are there any
objections if I orchestrate this evening?"

   "No sir, thank you sir, if you would sir!" responded
the four in unison.

     "Good, Phil I've been waiting for this chance, get over
here by me and get on your knees. Bill I know what you put
Greg through so now we're going to turn the tables a little
bit.  Service his cock.  Craig for now I want you to explore
your lovers ass."

     "Like this sir?" asked Phil as he knelt before George.
Looking up for the signal Phil leaned forward and licked at
George's balls.  As he did he was struck in the face as the
cock in front of him began to expand to its full length.
Taking in one ball at a time Phil bathed it in his saliva
before releasing and taking in the other one.  Releasing it
he continued to lick at the underside of the shaft working
his way slowly up and down the shaft then to the side then
back to the underside then finally capturing George's manhood
completely as he slid it down his throat he stopped only when
his nose brushed against the pubes in front of him.

     Bill had likewise attacked Greg's basket.  Greg was
already in a state of mental overload.  All the training he
had gone through.  His objective was to please this man
before him and now kneeling there, the tables were indeed
turned, Bill was servicing him, worshiping his cock, paying
him the respect he previously demanded of Greg.  Craig,
knowing Greg's body so well knew just what buttons to push.
Greg didn't know how long he could stand such pleasure from
these two.

     "Pull off," ordered George.  Phil leaned back; he knew
that George was close. "Get me a small paddle," demanded
George.  Phil hurried to a cabinet and pulled a paddle,
similar to a ping pong paddle and handed it back to George
standing in a rest position before him. "Over my knees,"
barked George.  Phil maneuvered himself over George's knees
with his dick wedged between George's legs, George's cock
forced up against Phil's. "Count them off," he ordered. He
began his assault on Phil butt cheeks first one then the
other turning then both a fiery red as Phil attempted to
count the blows as quickly as he was receiving them.

     Greg hit the point of no return and flooded Bill's mouth
with his cum.  Over and over he shot as Bill swallowed so as
not to lose a precious drop.  As Greg climaxed, his sphincter
muscles contracted holding Craig's fingers captive in his
anal cavity.

     Greg looked down at Bill and grabbed him by the arm.
Though Bill was certainly of greater stature than Greg, he
went willingly to the side of the room where Greg shackled
him into cuffs attached to a frame.  Working a wench the
cuffs were pulled tight and Bill found himself spread eagle
in mid air.  Pulling a cane from a nearby cabinet, Greg began
to work his way from upper thighs to buttocks first laying a
pattern one way and then on his return crossing each mark
with a new one forming a distinct pattern on his victim.
Considering his tenderizing complete, he stepped up behind
Bill and plunged his dick all the way in.  Bill screamed at
first then settled back to a look of pleasure as Greg forced
his way in and out of Bill's ass.  Craig kneeled in front of
Bill and engulfed his cock working his way back and forth
until it went completely in and down his throat. The men
continued their dance until, with a scream, Bill shot his cum
down Craig's throat.  Greg was pushed over the abyss and
began to flood Bill's rectum with his cum.  Shot after shot
coated the insides of the tunnel, Greg was now claiming.

     With tears in his eyes Phil looked up at George who
stopped his assault with the paddle.  George moved Phil into
position and with but a few words of direction managed to
seat Phil on his lap with his cock deeply buried high into
Phil.  As they looked into each other eyes  Phil rocked back
and forth, George exploded, his cum barreling into Phil and
pushing Phil over the edge.  Phil's cock let forth its load
and coated George's face, then shoulders, his chest and
finally his abs.  Spent, Phil leaned back and slowly lowered
himself to the floor in total exhaustion.

     Greg well spent but knowing Craig still needed relief,
popped out of Bill and motioning to Craig had him replace him
at Bill's rear.  Ramming himself into Bill, Craig began his
journey to bliss as he pounded away harder and harder till he
too shouted as he ejected more cum into Bill's ass. As the
quantity of cum was greater than the capacity some of his
come started to ooze out around his cock,  as his cock
continued to release volley after volley of cum.

     Releasing Bill from his shackles George ordered Bill to
clean up all the men.  The next half hour was spent as Bill
went from man to man  and first cleaned their body and then
sucked any cum available from their rosebuds.

 Their bodies ravaged by the night's activities they
partook of a group shower in the adjoining shower room.
Enemas were given to each other and no one was allowed to
clean themselves. Warm towels massaging their bodies left
each of the men ready to sleep for the night.

   Sunday afternoon, as promised the four men arrived at
the camp to pick up Evan and Rainbow.  Rainbow did obey
better and it was quite obvious that Rainbow was fully aware
that he took orders from Evan.  Just as Evan had wrapped the
men around his little finger, Rainbow was at his beck and
call.  The two could not be separated.

   As the days progressed Rainbow refused to go anywhere
his master was not to be found.  At night he slept at the
foot of Evan's bed.  During the day they played all over the
grounds.  It was a good thing that it was summer as the men
didn't know just how Rainbow would take it when Evan needed
to be in school during the day.  The two discovered the pool,
not the swimming pool, the reflective pool in the middle of
the lush garden.  They had certain times when they did swim
in the swimming pool, but somehow several times a day they
managed to fall into the shallow reflective pool and just
couldn't seem to pull themselves out of it until someone came
along and told them too.

  At night they established a routine whereby Evan was
readied for bed and tucked in by his Father and all three
Grandfathers.  Rainbow would take his place at the foot of
the bed and Evan would soon be deep in peaceful slumber, his
guard vigilant at his feet.

     Since his bedtime was at eight o'clock in the evening,
it wasn't too much of a problem for the men to head over to
the other wing and enjoy a little time to themselves in the
playroom.  They had installed a monitor so if anything
happened in Evan's room they could hear it and respond
accordingly.  Some nights they just relaxed in the hot tub
allowing the weight of the day to drift away.  These evenings
gave them the opportunity to discuss their plans, and life as
it was developing with Evan.

     The men were never afraid to show affection in front of
Evan but they never allowed any hint of their BDSM
proclivities to be exposed.  Evan was accepting the
intermingling roles of the five of them as one of purely
love.  He no longer had a worry, the men were there to answer
his questions, listen to his jokes, tousle his hair and give
him all the hugs he wanted.  Between them and Rainbow he
didn't know how he could receive any more love. The staff had
been augmented and there were others who cared
for Evan as if he were their own.  The cook especially, took
to Evan and somehow always seemed to have some special treat
waiting for him somewhere in the kitchen.  It was their game
for him to try to find it.  Unfortunately for the cook, Evan
had Rainbow's help.  That dog could sniff out a treat from a
hundred yards and never failed to help his master.

     The next two weeks would in deed be busy, equipment was
brought in and a special area was created in the basement of
the wing opposite that which held the main living quarters
for the men.  Outside access to the area,  sound proofing
from the main house, full support and facilities for staff
and all their needs and any thing  else the men could
possibly think could be of service was readied.

     At the end of the two weeks they would have their first
subject.  The plans included more to come and they held many
sessions too decide exactly how they would handle each case.
It was decided they would institute a general policy,
categorize each candidate into his general area and then make
modifications based on the individual case.  They all agreed
however, Jon Acres would receive the maximum they could
evoke, never again would he cause someone to lose a loved one
because he could not keep away from a bottle of liquor.

   The time had come.  Jon Acres had been released that
morning, his thirty days served as the courts had ordered.
Officer Taylor even volunteered to give him a lift back to
his apartment.  Jon's car had been impounded and with the
results of the accident his insurance company had totaled the
car.  He didn't have any wheels of his own, so the ride was
appreciated.

     It was a hot day when Officer Taylor swung by the City
Jail to pick up his passenger.  He had pulled a fuse so his
air conditioner wasn't working.

     "Ready to go?" asked Officer Taylor as Jon Acres
strolled out the front and down the stair case from the Jail.

     "Sure, 2412 Arrow Way apt c," said Jon as he threw his
small bag in the back and took the front passenger seat. "Wow
could it get any hotter?

     "Just a hundred degrees again today.  Sorry the air is
on the fritz, you know these city cars, they don't always
keep everything running as well as they should.  I picked up
some bottled water to keep hydrated, want one?

 "Why not, I need something, and I don't quite think
you'd be willing to stop at a bar would you?

   "Hey on duty man, you know the drill, no alcohol when
I'm on the clock," commented Taylor.

     Taylor reached over and pulled a bottle out of a cooler
and handed it to Jon, pulling one for himself, they both
opened them and clinking them together said," Cheers!"

     It took about two blocks and Jon had slumped over. Pete
observed Jon closely and just as he might have dropped the
bottle from his hands Pete grabbed it and replaced the cap. A
few more miles and he pulled over into an alley behind a
black paneled van.  As the squad came to a halt the back
door of the van opened and two men jumped out and removed
Jon, his bag and the bottle from the squad.  After giving
Pete the high sign, Pete backed the squad back out on the
deserted street and radioed back in to dispatch that he was
coming back from lunch and available for duty.

     In the back of the van one of the men pulled a syringe
and injected Jon.  He would stay asleep till he reached his
destination.

     To be continued

     Written by Rod
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