Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2005 23:42:12 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul?-Chapter 5

Good Counsul? Chapter 5
All standard warnings apply.  This is fiction.
Copyright Rod 2005.

  "Law offices of Smith, Hollingsworth and McDougall, May I
help you?  Yes Mr. Hollingsworth I do have Mr.  Williams
schedule available.  Yes sir.  I will inform him that he has
an appointment at 1:00 today with Mr. Bellows.  I will clear
his schedule otherwise.  And the location of the appointment
sir?  I will inform him to meet Mr. Bellows at his office.
That's at the corner of W. Washington and N. Central Avenue
across from Patriot's Park suite 412 in the new office
tower. He should arrive in the office at any moment, I'll
let him know so he can be on the way to Phoenix. Thank you
sir. Good Bye."

    Dale Williams hadn't even gotten his first cup of coffee
when the receptionist informed him of his change in schedule
today.  He couldn't understand why he had an appointment
with Mr. Bellows.  Mr. Bellows managed a rather large
company and utilized the services of Smith, Hollingsworth
and McDougall for years, but another attorney out of the
Phoenix office had always handled the account.
It was an order from his boss Mr. Hollingsworth and if he
ever wanted to get anywhere in this firm, it would be to his
advantage to go.

    The drive was a beautiful one, the temperature wasn't
too bad.  His new Viper with all the bells and whistles was
really a dream to drive, more like an experience, it was
almost as good as sex, but not quite.  It was a little brash
of him to buy this car but why should anyone know, with the
connections he had made at Smith, Hollingsworth and
McDougall he had managed to create a welcome second income.
Sometimes it seemed better than what he received from the
firm, but he needed the connections and the clout that his
association with the firm gave him.  There was no way he was
going to upset the apple cart.
He just couldn't figure out why he was going to Phoenix, he
hoped that whatever the reason for it was he would  not have
it interfere with his other activities.

    "Good afternoon, Dale Williams to see Mr. Bellows. I
have a one o'clock appointment."

    "Certainly sir.  If you will have a seat, Mr. Bellows'
secretary will be with you shortly to show you to his
office."

    "Mr. Williams, hello, if you will follow me."

     After a quick walk and a few turns through several
hallways the secretary opened a door and allowed Mr.
Williams to enter ahead of him.  Dale scanned the office and
seeing no one proceeded towards the nearest chair on the
approaching side of the desk.  Just as he was seated he felt
a sting on his neck and everything went black.

     Jon Acres and Dale Williams found themselves facing
each other from the opposite sides of a table in a small
room.  As they looked at each other and around the room it
was evident that neither of them had the vaguest idea of why
they were there or where they were.  The room appeared to be
right out of a police drama.  It had every appearance of an
interrogation room in a police precinct.  But there weren't
any sounds coming from outside the walls.  In a police
precinct there was always the hub-bub of the activities
going on in the other offices. There was the usual mirror on
one wall and the rest of the room was just stark painted
cinderblock.  No windows, only a couple of places in the
ceiling tile for ventilation. Plain fluorescent lighting
flooded the room from at least nine foot up giving a stark
and foreboding essence to the space.
      The door opened and a man stepped in. "So glad you two
could join us."
     "Where the hell are we, and why are we hear?" asked
Jon. "Dale get us out of here you're my attorney."

     "I'm so sorry you don't have all the information you
desire but I'll tell you two a little bit.  By the way, Dale
here isn't going to be able to help you.  He's in the same
position you are," said Craig.

    "What do you mean; I'm in the same position as he is?
I had an appointment with Mr. Bellows.  The next thing I
know I am waking up here," demanded Dale.

    "Well you did have an appointment with Mr. Bellows, I am
Mr. Bellows and I chose for that appointment to be here. I
have a proposition for you that I don't believe you will
want to refuse."

     "Well, I didn't have any appointment with you.  Why the
hell am I here?" shouted Jon as he started to rise from his
chair.

     "I would suggest you sit back down Jon or I don't think
you'll like the consequences.  Let's just say for your own
sakes that you will give me your undivided attention until
I'm finished"

     Jon sat back down, agitated but resigning himself to
the fact that anyone who could get him here as this man had
evidently done had much more power at this point.

     "Good, now that you are settled let's begin.  Jon
you've been cited for a number of DWI offenses haven't you?"

       "What business is that of yours?" replied Jon.

     "I'll take that as an affirmative, and it has become my
business.  In your last incident there was a fatality,
wasn't there?"

     "The court handled that, what's it to you?"

     "Exactly the point, Dale, you greased the works so that
Jon got off so easy, didn't you?"

     "I did what any attorney would do," answered Dale as he
began to sweat, wondering just how much Mr. Bellows knew
about his activities.

     "Not many of your actions were actually legal and above
board where they?  You service a number of clients in the
same manner don't you? A little work under the table? That's
what paid for your new car didn't it?"

    Dale simply cast his eyes down towards the table. He
knew any thing he might say would only bury him more.

      "Jon, you were one of several who utilized Dale's
special services, weren't you?"

     "It's a free country, I can hire any attorney I want!"
exclaimed Jon.
     "Your right there, but when that attorney proceeds
illegally he can be disbarred.  I doubt that you give a
damn, but your actions have taken a person's life.  That is
inexcusable."
     "Dale, you have a choice. You will either sign the
agreement I have prepared for you, or, if should be so
unwise, refuse to do so, and the evidence we have gathered
will not only get you disbarred, but expose you to criminal
charges, I am advised, will occupy the rest of your natural
life."
     "Jon, your situation is a little different, you will
sign the agreement I have to offer or you will never walk
out of this room.  The choice is yours.  Let's just say that
in your case you are committing yourself for treatment as an
alcoholic."
     "I'll let you two consider your options while I get the
contracts, "said Craig as he exited the room.
     "Can he do this?" asked Jon.
    "At this point I don't think we are in a position to
argue, he's got us by the balls and he knows it.  Anything
we try to do and he'll just squeeze harder," whispered Dale.

     Craig reentered the room and placed the contracts

before the men.  Jon wasn't happy with what he was reading.

".being of my own volition I hereby consent to my committal

for treatment of alcoholism.  Any procedures deemed fit by

my doctors are hereby authorized and I hold harmless those

persons engaged in their execution..."

     "Dale, what does this mean?" asked Jon.

    "What ever they want to do, they can do; no limits,"

replied Dale.

     "Should I sign it?"

       "Do you want to leave this room?" asked Craig.

     "So, I have no choice?"




     "No, and don't forget to sign the second page either."




     Looking at the second page Jon saw that it was an
assignment of power of attorney.  With this someone could
act in his behalf and do anything they wanted with anything
he had.  Grudgingly he signed both documents and gave them
to Craig.

     While this was occurring Dale had read over the
documents before him as would any attorney. However had
written these knew what they were doing.  He was signing
over everything he had and voluntarily enslaving himself.

      "What's this voluntary enslavement? Slavery isn't
allowed by law."

     "Involuntary enslavement isn't, but voluntary is.  You
have decided to voluntarily enslave yourself, at least
unless you want to suffer the consequences of the judicial
system, which, by the way, Mr. Hollingsworth would be very
happy to assist in your prosecution.  He doesn't want
anything to smudge the prestige of his firm.  You do
understand don't you? If he didn't assist it would give the
appearance the firm had a part in, or even condoned what you
were doing."

     "I'll take those documents now," said Craig as he
collected all the forms together and put them into the
folders he was carrying.

     "Now time to begin.  Strip!"

     "What?" both men said in unison.

     "Strip, take off all of your clothes, fold them and
leave them on the table."


     Slowly the men stood and began to remove their
clothing.  Folding each piece they placed them on the table.
When Dale stood remaining in his boxers and Jon in his
bikinis they stopped and crossed their arm across their
chests.




     "I said strip, that means everything, get it off now!"




     The men stood in disbelief not moving. Craig reached
into his pocket and pulled a small object and touching it to
Jon's side discharged a jolt of electricity causing Jon to
fall to the floor, his body jerking uncontrollably then
pulling into a fetal position.  As Dale's eyes opened wide
he quickly shucked his boxers.




     "Help your buddy get up and finish," ordered Craig.




     Without hesitation Dale leaned over ripped off Jon's
bikinis and picked him up off of the floor.  With an arm
around him he steadied him as Jon tried to regain his sense
of balance.




     "From now on you two will be buddies.  If one of you
does something that should require a punishment it will be
given to the other one. You will take care of each other.
You will not be allowed to do anything for yourself, you may
only handle your buddies needs. We'll start by putting you
both through the induction process. Follow me!  I will be
referred to as Sir at all times.  You will not speak unless
spoken to and given the permission to speak.  Is that
understood?  You may answer.
     "Yeah..." replied Jon.
    A slap across the face brought recognition to Jon, at
which time he quickly replied,"Yes, Sir."

     "Sir, yes Sir," replied Dale as he remembered his
military days and wanted to cause no further humiliation.

     Following down the hall they entered a large shower
room.  An attendant meet them and Craig informed them their
processing would be started.  Any thing ordered by the staff
was to be followed without hesitation or they would pay the
price later if not at the time of the infraction.

     They were lead to a wall in the shower where their
wrists were lifted and cuffed above their heads and their
feet spread and ankles cuffed to the wall.  The attendant
then administered their first enema.  The liquid continued
to be forced into their bowels, the pain had become almost
unbearable, their only desire was to expel and relieve the
cramping torturing their body.  After being made to hold
their contents for at least fifteen minutes the men were
release one at a time and instructed to release the content
of their bowels over the drain in the middle of the floor.
Red with embarrassment but overcome with the urgency to
evacuate they readily performed the required functions.  As
the procedure was repeated twice more they were told that in
subsequent days they would learn to administer the enema to
each other and it would be part of their daily routine.

     Satisfied that the enema had been complete the men
showered to rid any lasting effects of their first enemas.
As soon as Dale grabbed a bar of soap and started to bring
it to his body, the attendant reminded him that he could not
touch himself, but instead was to wash Jon. Though each of
the men continued to turn a deeper red they complied and
hurriedly completed their task.  Each man tried to look
otherwise, but when instructed to care for each other's
privates, could not help but notice the stiffening taking
place.  By the end of the shower both men were quite hard.

    Told to plane off the excess water they stood under a
current of air to assist their drying.  Barely dried they
were escorted to another room.

     Upon entering the room they were reminded of a dungeon
as the only contents were a frame placed predominantly in
the center of the room and another set of cuffs attached to
the wall in front of the frame. Opposite was a large mirror
allowing the frame and the area of the wall with the cuffs
to be reflected.  Hanging around the room on hooks were
whips, rolled and neatly placed.  There were other items
looking like weight belts, wide and solid leather with a
single buckle to fasten them. Dale was escorted to the wall
cuffs and secured.  Jon was pushed to the frame and once he
had been tightened down the frame was tilted upright
bringing him to a standing position with his face away from
Dale. As soon as he was upright another man entered covered
only in a tight fitting skimpy pair of leather shorts,
leather bands around his biceps and heavy black leather work
boots.  Standing at over six foot in height this man was
pure muscle.  Every bulge accentuated his overpowering
masculinity and menacing presence. As the attendant placed
one of the belts around Jon's waist the man chose a whip
from the wall and uncoiling it, snapped it several times in
the area in front of Jon. As Jon felt the terror pass
through his body he could see terror also rising in the
expressions of Dale, suspended on the far wall.
      Craig entered the room and began his explanation.
"Dale, Jon has committed an offense that has taken another's
life.  For this, he is going to be punished, but this is
only the beginning.  He will receive fifty lashes. Let's
just say that afterward he will be of a different
mindset and more capable to receive what is ahead of him.
You presence here is twofold.  You too could receive the
same if at any time in the future your actions warrant a
need for drastic correction.  Let this be a reminder to you
of what can happen.  Secondly under the buddy system this is
the one time you will not be receiving Jon's punishment for
him but you need to witness what pain he will endure. Let
this serve as a lesson you do not wish to experience. Whip
master begin!" Craig turned and left the room.

    As the first shot rang out, the whip contacted Jon's
shoulders, all the air was forced from his body and pain as
he had never known blinded him.  He heard a scream that
seemed to burst his ear drums only to realize that he was
the one screaming.  Before he could gasp for breath a second
shot landed across his buttocks.  Had he not been given an
enema he knew he would have embarrassed himself further as
he lost control of all bodily functions and his bladder
released itself.  He was losing all consciousness of his
surroundings only the excruciating pain rising in his body
entered his mind.  As each subsequent blow assaulted him he
felt himself disassociating from any reality. This had to be
a nightmare; pain such as this could not exist.

     Dale's body jerked each time the whip snapped with the
thunderous crash as it lashed at Jon's body.  In the mirror
he could see the agony so clear on Jon's face. Jon's back
was right in front of him and he could see every welt and
tear in the skin as the whip retreated from the skin.  The
odor of Jon's piss permeated the room as the scents of the
sweat from all the men added to the orchestration assaulting
his nostrils.  He was not feeling the brunt of the whip
physically, but psychologically he was experiencing each and
every blow.  The sight before him soon brought him to the
same pinnacle as Jon, his bladder too released.

     After the fifteenth stroke Jon passed out.  The whip
master halted and after reviving Jon with a splash from a
bucket of cold salt water Jon cried in pain as the assault
commenced again.

     Jon was to pass out two more times and be revived
similarly before he received the full fifty lashes. As he
hung on the frame his body wracked with pain, he did find a
totally different mindset present.  Whatever it would take,
whatever he must do, at all costs he must never put himself
into a position to go through this hell again.

     Once he was splashed again with a bucket of salt water,
an attendant brought in a hose and began to hose down the
room and its two remaining occupants.   With assistance, the
two men were released from their bindings and drug from the
room.  In yet another room Jon's back was treated with a
salve that burned as it was applied but soon began to lessen
the pain he was experiencing from the back of his thighs to
his shoulders.  The only area that had been spared was that
just about the middle of his midsection where the belt had
covered him.

     The tip of the whip had encircled his body and damaged
his chest, especially around the area of his nipples and had
torn hair from his pits.

     Allowed to rest Jon quickly fell to sleep. His body in
shock, its only release was the welcome unconsciousness.

     Dale was mentally overloaded and though he slept, it
was a difficult sleep filled with nightmares of his own body
receiving the same type of treatment.

     "Mr. Hollingsworth?  Craig Bellows here.  Mr. Williams
has signed his new contract with us and is starting
immediately. He will not be returning to your offices."

    "Mr. Bellows, thank you.  You have taken care of what
could have been a very unfortunate turn of events for our
firm.  I will make all necessary arrangements.  The staff
will simply be informed that Mr. Williams has been assigned
to a client requiring his services out of the country and he
will not be returning to our offices.  I'll send any thing
left in his office over to you. I presume you have made
arrangement to handle all his other personal affairs?"

     "Certainly, they are being dealt with as we speak.
Good bye sir.  I'll be in contact."

     "Thank you again. Good bye for now."

     True to his word Craig's men were at that moment moving
the last of Dale's possessions out of his apartment and the
lease had been cancelled.  His bank accounts had been closed
and the total money raised after full liquidation was being
donated to a local charity dealing with alcoholism.

     The same fate had met the estate of Jon Acres.  His
employer had been notified that Jon had been in an accident
and would of course, not be returning to work.  Since he had
spent the thirty days in jail there wasn't any outstanding
payroll for him, so it was mostly just a matter of record
keeping for his past employer.  Likewise his apartment lease
had been cancelled and his assets liquidated and donated to
the same charity.

     Unaware of how long they had been able to sleep Dale
and Jon were roughly shaken awake and ordered to follow
their guard.  They were escorted to another room where their
wrists were bound in cuffs and pulled up above their heads
until their feet were almost ready to leave the floor.  A
bar was then placed between their ankles and the tech who
had first given them their enemas began to shave them from
the shoulders down.  When he attended to their groins their
pubes were shortened to a half inch long and left as a
single bar just above their dicks.  All other hair was
shaven away.  When he had rinsed them off he lowered them
back down to the floor and forcing them to kneel before him,
he ran the clippers over their scalps leaving but a scarce
sixteenth of an inch.  With two quick swipes their brows
disappeared.  After rinsing, they were lead to still another
room where they were promptly restrained with their buttocks
up in the air.  A band of steel held their midsections
firmly and shackles made movement of their arms or legs
impossible.
     Within a few minutes another individual entered the
room and opened a cabinet in the wall.  Flipping on a switch
he then turned to the men and explained that they were about
to be branded.  Jon would receive a large "A" for alcoholic,
and Dale would receive a large "E" for enabler.  They should
consider themselves fortunate that
the branding would be done with newer style equipment.  No
hot branding but a super cold nitrogen branding iron that
did a lot better job with a different type of pain.  Not the
burning flesh result of a hot iron.

     Before the idea of what was to transpire could be fully
understood the iron was taken from its holder and firmly
placed against the Jon's right butt-cheek. Again a different
but overwhelming pain attacked Jon's senses.  In the time it
took to grab the other tool, Dale received his application
of the branding iron and experienced a pain as he had never
before felt.

     Putting away the irons and turning them off the tech
then sat down and pulled their files.  Opening them he spoke
first to Jon. "Let's see your birthday is 08/15/76, is that
correct?"

     "Yes sir," whispered Jon as he tried to regain some
sense of control over his emotions.

     "Ok 19 for the first two digits of the year 081576
then a 1 and we just need to calculate the check digit.
"190815761 - double the one that's 2 plus 9 that's 11 drop
the ten that's 1 double 0 is zero plus the 1 is 1 add 8 that
makes 9 double the next 1 that's two plus the 9 makes 11
minus 10 gives us one double the 5 that 10 so we add that to
the one and that gives us eleven drop the ten and we have 1
add the 7 that gives us 8 double the 6 that's 12 add 8 that
gives us 20 drop the tens that gives us 0 add 1 that gives
us 1, subtract that from 10 and that gives us 9. That's our
check digit so your Slave Identification Number is
1908157619.

     Dale your birthday is 11/07/73?"

     "Sir, yes sir."

     Well by the same method of calculation, double add
etc. your check digit is.1911077310."

     The tech then pulled another device from the cabinet
and setting the dials attached the device to Jon upper arm.
When he pushed the button the machine started to make a
whirring noise. After a minute it stopped and the tech
removed the device.  Neatly tattooed across Jon's upper arm
was his SIN.  The procedure was repeated after resetting the
dials on the device, when it was removed Dale's arm now had
his SIN in the prominent one inch high numerals across his
upper left arm.

      Jon was moved to a gurney in the room and again secure
down. The tech approached with standard tattooing equipment
and referred to his file folder.
    "This next tattoo will take a little longer as I need to
do it by hand.  Since you have taken a life, over your heart
your body will have inscribed the message "Property of" and
then we will list first "B. S." for Betty Sanders, the last
lady who died because of your ignorance.  Should we discover
any other names of individuals whose lives you have stolen
away their initials will be added to the list. The purpose
of this list is to remind you daily of those lives who now
own your soul. Between this and your brand you should never
forget what you've done."
     The tech then began his task and when finished the
tattoo had been applied as prescribed.

     Dale continued to cry freely as his restraints
continued to hold him in his uncomfortable position and the
realization came over him of what he had been party too and
how his life was now changed forever. His body marked so
that all could see.
     When Jon's tattoo was completed, the tech drew blood
for testing and then drew blood as well from Dale.  Dale was
moved to another gurney and restrained again.  The doctor
entered and checked over both men insuring their state of
health.
     Moved and locked into a barred enclosure the men were
given a bar apiece and told to eat them.  Water was supplied
and they were left alone.
    The following morning they were introduced into what
would become their daily routine.  After arising they were
given the opportunity to relive themselves but only with a
hole in the floor, no toilet, and no privacy.  There were
always guards present and they had various types of weapons
from tawses to stun units similar to what Jon had
experienced.  Any hesitation in following an order and some
type of pain would be inflicted.  They learned to give each
other enema's and soon were able to do so without pause. The
most difficult task at first was when they were told to suck
each other off in the shower each morning.  They both
received some form of punishment a few times for hesitating
but soon overcame any resistance and incorporated the task
into their morning shower routine.  They bathed each other
and with the razors provided under careful supervision,
shaved each other, attending to the entire body as they had
been instructed.
     Following their morning clean-up period they were given
the bars again for their meal and then taken to an outdoor
area where after being introduced to Bill their trainer,
they were forced through a program of calisthenics before
taken to a gym where every type of exercise machine was
utilized to bring their body into shape.  Any slackening of
their efforts brought forth a cane either across the back or
the ass of their buddy.  Water was given at noon and another
bar was given to them in the evening. At various times
during the day some member of the staff would require their
services and they would be instructed to either suck them
off or bend over so they could be fucked.  In the evening
after showers and another enema they would be locked into
their cell together.  The cell was kept somewhat on the cool
side and other than a thin pad on the floor no other bedding
was provided.  The men soon became accustomed to cuddling
together during the night to retain their body heat and as
the days and weeks passed they became much closer physically
and  emotionally as they learned to please each other in all
forms of sexual contact.
     A matter of a few weeks had passed and it came time
for Evan to start classes in the nearby Anderson Academy.
Evan was interested in swimming and music so it had been
arranged for him to attend special practices and instruction
after the regular school day in those areas. This resulted
in Evan leaving about 7:30 in the morning and not returning
until approx. 4 o'clock in the afternoon. This schedule
allowed the outdoor training to take place without Evan ever
being aware of it. Rainbow moped around the house during the
day, usually pestering the cook since she had become so
close to him and his master.  Besides when Evan did return
he normally came first into the kitchen to find his snack
and Rainbow was right there to meet him.

     The men did not have a problem balancing their time
between the company, their new "training school" and their
son/grandson.
      George was doing well in rehab and by the end of
September had gotten rid of the wheel chair.  It was a night
of celebration when George walked into the dinning room that
evening.  Even Rainbow seemed overly enthused.
     Several discussions had been held with Taylor and the
men felt they were in a position to expand their training.
The original intention was to create the program to reduce
the incidence of DWI by removing the most offensive from the
streets.  Taylor had managed to get a list of those drivers
in the area who had been convicted more than once for DWI
and gotten off easy.  Through careful backroom conversations
with several other officers he felt he could trust, Taylor
had distributed the lists to a few other officers.  They had
also been given a special means of communication and all
readily agreed if they came across one of the individuals on
the list in the commission of a DWI they would offer a
special alternative to being drug into court again.
Unknowingly when the subject took the bait he soon found
himself in a position he would never have dreamed about.  He
would become a new inductee into the special training
school.  The officers were careful in their screening of
candidates and those who were snagged deserved to be in the
program.  Slowly the streets of Phoenix were becoming safer.
The city fathers and the chief of police were all bragging
about how the statistics were improving and how much safer
the city was becoming.  Little did they realize that none of
their efforts had been responsible.

  As they approached the New Year the facility had grown to
accommodate over twenty individuals.  In the process of
investigating the possible candidates they were a few other
unsavory characters who had been enablers like Dale.  They
too had found themselves in a position of slavery, convinced
that the "Voluntary Servitude" was the only out available to
them.  The local charities were overwhelmed with the
donations given them over the last short period of time.
They did embark on a program to stop kids from drinking
before they became alcoholics.  The school programs were
flourishing with enthusiasm.

     With the influx of individuals into the program the
staff, Bill, Greg, Craig, Phil, Taylor and George decided on
some basic tenets.  If a violator had caused the loss of
life, he was treated as Jon had been and would never be
freed.  If the violation had not caused the loss of a life
and after psychological testing the doctors felt that there
was a chance that the person could be rehabbed then they
would set into place where this could be brought about.  If
the offense had been a first or second time but his
conviction could have dire effects on his lively-hood they
would direct him through a different program; difficult,
humiliating but designed to restore him to his previous life
with certain limitations.
     Approaching the one year mark it was decided that Jon
had been completely broken and retrained as a slave.  Due to
the severity of his actions and the fact that he had taken
the life of George's wife and Evan's grandmother it was
decided that Jon would be sold.  Greg had learned of a means
of disposing of a slave at a profit through either of two
facilities in Dahra a country in the Mid-East where slavery
was an everyday part of life. Arranging passage was not as
difficult as originally thought but without hesitancy Craig
managed to get Jon crated safely and
transported to Dahra. He was sold in a matter of days and
the proceeds were wired to Craig.  This would be the method
of disposing of this classification of slaves from now on.

     The program continued successfully retraining some,
removing some from the country completely, and surprisingly
enough when the least offensive finished training and were
given the opportunity to return to society once they found
the rules under which they would be monitored to guaranteed
continued adherence to the rules, they usually offered their
service to the training facility and became part of the
staff.  Some of them worked on the grounds and some chose to
work elsewhere to support the efforts of the facility
according to their background and expertise.

      Evan found a special friend at school and quickly
developed a close relationship.  Many evenings the men would
find not only Evan but his friend Bobby at their dinner
table.  On other nights Evan would not be present and the
men would be informed that Evan had been invited to spend
the evening with Bobby at his home.  Phil was always
consulted prior to these happenings but never objected as
the boys made quite a pair.  Between the two of them and
Rainbow laughter could always be heard in whichever house
the boys were at.  Special arrangements had even been made
that when the boys were transported to one location or
another it was made sure that Rainbow was included.
Sleepovers only occurred on the week-ends but Rainbow stood
guard over both boys in whomever's bedroom the boys would
be.
    As the boys approached the age of ten they started to
get curious about certain subjects mainly those of a sexual
nature.  Evan could always approach any of the men in his
house and ask any question he desired so he became a font on
information for both of the boys.  If a question arose, Evan
would decide how to poise the question and get the answer
and then he would share it with Bobby.
     This openness led to some pretty frank discussions
between Evan and Bobby and before long as would many boys,
the two were exploring each others bodies trying to find and
understand the mysteries within.  Evan was unashamed to be
nude in front of his father or grandfathers and they were
never prudish in front of him.  Showers together were common
and unless ladies were present, and they usually weren't,
suits were unheard of in the swimming pool at home and never
in the Jacuzzi.

     Bobby and Evan continued to explore each others bodies
and often spent time in each others bed just holding one
another or massaging each other. Kissing was never
considered taboo between them.

     Evan found them embraced one evening when checking on
them during a sleepover and though, he questioned whether he
should interfere, after consulting with his Dad's, it was
decided that to do so might cause more harm than good.
Perhaps they should just monitor them and discuss limits
appropriate for their ages.

     Evan and Bobby were at the top of their class
scholastically.  Both were swimming and enjoying music.
The time seemed to pass so quickly.  Before anyone realized
it the time came for the boys to start middle school.

    The training school had become well established known
only to the persons in need of knowing.  A tight band of
officers constantly kept look out for offenders needing to
be removed from society due to their drinking.  Attorney's
and other court personnel were careful in their actions as
rumor spread that anyone enabling drunks seemed to
disappear.

     Taylor was patrolling along the edge of town when he
noticed a car in front of him swerving back and forth, the
driver seemed to speed up only to slow down.  Quickly
thinking this might be another DWI he refrained from calling
in any information and began his standard traffic stop to
determine the problem.
     Walking up to the stopped car he repeated his normal
instructions, "License and registration please." Taking the
documents from the hands of the driver he could smell the
odor of whiskey emanating from the car.

     He returned to his car and checked his list.  Ted
Dunbar, the name was on the list.  One previous DWI somehow
dismissed.  He was a private investigator, worked with
Children and Family Services.  Why would this guy fuck
things up like this? Maybe, though he wasn't a hard case the
program would be just the thing to straighten him out before
something happened.  He placed a special call to the
facility intake board.  Acceptance and pickup arrangements
were quickly made.

     Taylor returned to the car and requested the driver to
get out of the car. Upon doing so he administered a
breathalyzer test and found him to be over the legal limit.
As Taylor continued his interrogation Dunbar freely admitted
that he had been drinking.  He had a bad day and stopped to
have a few beers, which readily turned into a few too many
beers.  Yes, he had been pulled over before but managed to
beat the wrap, but if he was convicted it would jeopardize
his job, not only as a private investigator but more
seriously his agency position working with Children and
Family Services.  Taylor then asked him if he would like to
pursue an alternative. In his drunken state but realizing
all he had to lose if he couldn't fix this he agreed, not
knowing what he was agreeing to.

    Before he realized what was happening Ted Dunbar was
escorted into the back of a black van.  Surrendering his
keys, another individual followed in his Ted's car.
Officer Taylor returned to his patrol maintaining his radio
silence.

    Upon arriving to an unknown location Ted was escorted
to what appeared to be an interrogation. Room.

    As the door opened Craig entered the room carrying a
file with him.

     "Ted, I understand that you are an investigator working
with Children and Family Services.  How long have you been
in that position? Asked Craig.

     "About ten years. Why do you ask?"

     "How many investigators work with the department?"

     "I'm usually the only one, at least for Mrs. Lloyd. She
seems to prefer me to do her leg work for her.
"
     "Mrs. Lloyd?"

     "Yes Mrs. Lloyd, Why?"

       "Where you involved in a case a few years back
involving a Judy Sanders and her son Evan?"

    "Yeah, the kid's real father was some rich guy named
Phil Forester if I remember right."



     "Ted remain seated, I'll be right back."


To be continued.  If you wish. Let me know.

Written by Rod

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