Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2014 14:19:10 +1100
From: maxwell dowling <maxieplus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ask Me 7

Ask Me 7

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7

They called us and I paid for our food as I waved Conner's hand away. He
kept looking at me on the way home and when he closed the door he grabbed
me and kissed me gently, I dropped the food and took him in my arms kissing
him back with a small bit of urgency.

We ate and showered then went to bed. Conner was ready for it but I wanted
to make love to him so I licked, kissed every crevice, every curve, every
muscle and he was almost screaming by the time I blew him. I knew he wanted
to fuck me but I wasn't in the mood after his pounding earlier on, it
really did nothing for me. Some guys love it; some put up with it and some
just never go there. I'm in the middle, I really wanted to make love to
Conner in the best way but I wouldn't push it.

We laid there for ages breathing in our scents then he rolled into me and
said,

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay Conner, go to sleep."

I felt some wetness on my chest, it was from his tears, he was crying so I
pulled him to me and kept kissing his head telling him everything was all
right, I just wasn't in the mood to be made love to that's all, I needed a
rest.

He nodded like he understood then went off to sleep.

I had showered and prepared breakfast while he slept in and I had to be at
Tullarmarine by ten, it would only be a six-hour shift but at the moment I
just wanted to be with Conner and talk a bit.



I looked at my messages from Helen, the galley had been stocked and there
would be four passengers going to the Gold Coast today, they were members
of Conner's Melbourne band.

I asked Conner about the band and he said they were all good guys and he
thought they were going to the Gold Coast to let off some steam. He would
be in the studio all day and said if I needed him to just send a message
and he would get back as soon as possible. We ate in silence, there was an
elephant in the room and I didn't like it one bit.

"Do you want to talk baby?"

"Nah, not really Brent, there's not much to say, I understand."

I didn't push it because I don't want this to be a big deal in our lives,
making love is important but it's not the only reason I loved this man, I
put my cheek in my hand and ate one handed in silence.

I got the feeling Conner was brooding.

Saying goodbye was tender but a bit rushed and I thought Conner wanted to
get rid of me as soon as possible.



I sat in the car for ages trying to think about what just happened but I
really don't want it to be a big drama so I resigned to give it up for
Conner whenever he needed it. I loved him, fuck it, I want him to be happy.

The boys were rowdy and drank heaps as I passed around loads of sandwiches
and potato chips trying to get food into their stomachs. They told jokes
that almost had me blushing but they were a wonderful group of guys, they
idolised Conner and said they liked me.

I got phone numbers and tips and they all hugged me as they left the plane.



That night Conner went to bed early and I went later, he was still awake so
I sighed then rolled over onto my stomach, lifted my ass and spread my
legs, he fucked me. I felt like a fucking whore, I moaned and I prayed that
he would hurry up, I didn't cum when he finished, I felt used not randy and
I heard him say,

"Everything okay babe?"

"It's okay Rick, you can pay me in the morning."

I was so angry.

"What are you talking about Brent? I love you, talk to me."

I ignored him and he left it at that, I went to sleep.



Leaving the next morning early I headed for the airport, my passenger today
was Pat, Diana's mother and she was going to Darwin.

I greeted a short, tubby woman with a round face and dressed to the nines
in some label, but I did recognise the Jimmy Choo shoes, she was nothing
like Di but rather the complete opposite. After handing me her jacket and
handbag, she proceeded to dust her seat with a handkerchief; she then sat
and started to flip through a glossy magazine. I offered her drinks but she
waved her hand dismissively.

"That would be a no thank you, I take it," I said to myself. I really
wasn't in a good mood and if this keeps up, I am going to feed her down the
toilet, one bit at a time.

The flight was boring so I spent a lot of time in the cockpit with the
boys.

The bell rang and she said,

"I'll have my lunch now," quite indignantly.

"Sure sweetheart, coming up," I said.

"Before you do, can we talk?" she looked down her nose.

I sat opposite her, my elbows on my knees and said,

"What would you like to talk about Pat?"

"Do you want to earn some extra money?"

"I'm pretty happy with this job Pat, I don't feel the need to change jobs,
but thank you."

"You don't have to, just turn a blind eye and I will pay you five hundred
dollars a flight."

"And just what am I turning a blind eye to?"

"Nothing illegal Brent, it's just that I deal in beauty products that I
bring in from Indonesia. Steven used to help me by collecting my orders and
bringing them down to Melbourne for me but now I'm limited to how much I
buy because he's not on board anymore, so I'm asking you." She winked, so
out of character.

"I'll get your lunch and I'm sorry but the answer is still no," I smiled.

I said no because she was a thorough bitch and there's no way this offer
was legal.



Her biggest mistake was to offer me money so that I would turn a blind
eye. Cosmetics my arse, there is no way this deal was legal, she's been up
to something and so had Steven, maybe her once a month trip was to pay the
money. Steven would have flown there at least once a week, he probably was
transporting it down and she would go and order more each month, without
him her business is limited to what she can carry in her suitcase. This
gave me food for thought.

I sat at the service kitchen and seethed, why the fuck is Conner doing this
to me? No, I'm letting him it's my fault. Why is it such a big deal?
Because I love him and I want to be loved not used. Talk to me Conner
please talk.

I served the meal and nothing more was said, in fact, by the time we
prepared for landing, I could have quite happily given her my boot up her
bum.

Anyway, we landed without incident, I said goodbye to Pat and she actually
said she would see me next Thursday.



Back in Melbourne, I decided to talk to Conner but he had other ideas. A
candle lit supper was laid out when I got in, it was only five o' clock but
it was welcome, so were his kisses and his arms, he whispered that he was
sorry and I did the same.

We ate and I talked about meeting Pat but I didn't tell him what I
suspected, I had no proof and no witnesses, hopefully she won't involve the
company again.



He made love to me that night and the next and the next, I felt like a
well-used bathroom by the following Thursday. Conner was spending all his
spare time in the studio so I potted around the house and did some
shopping.

Thursday arrived and I settled into the flight, it was smooth and
uneventful once again. I have to put a stop to Conner's need to fuck me at
any chance as if he can't settle down I will go insane. After we landed
something went wrong with the port jet, it was vibrating noisily and Phil
made a phone call as Dave shut it down.

"Just blew a gasket Brent," he laughed.

"Unfortunately we have to get it checked out so it's a hotel for the night
mate, Helen is on to it now," he smiled.

I was disappointed but the Mantra Hotel was stunning and I was all eyes
when I arrived to check in, it had a fabulous view of the water and a pool
to die for.



I was shown to my room and tipped the bellboy. I only had my jump bag but
decided that while this was on the company, I would go down for dinner so I
dressed in my black uniform pants and nice polo that Conner had bought me,
I ordered a great meal but felt lonely.

I called Conner and he was just as lonely but we managed to cheer each
other up, I told him I was going to max out the credit card on dinner and
he laughed.

When we disconnected the call I felt empty.

Passing through the lobby I spotted Pat as she was talking to a dark
skinned man on one of the sofas. I stood behind a palm tree and watched as
she handed over an envelope and he gave her a, 'David Jones,' carry bag.

They parted and she headed for the lift but I caught up with her just in
time.

She looked at me like I had caught her trying to rob a candy store. We
exchanged pleasantries and talked about the plane being ready for the
morning, I couldn't help myself, I look back now and want to vomit but said
in parting,

"If you try to take those drugs onboard in the morning I will have the
police on your butt so quick you won't have time to spit," I grinned.

"I don't know what you are talking about," she answered.

Her face took on a sour look as she left.

Later, I was paged to the lobby but I didn't get there because as I closed
my room door everything went black.



It took me awhile to adjust to my surroundings, being blindfolded for the
most part I didn't have a clue where I was only that I was in a foreign
country somewhere north of Darwin. It could be anywhere, the flight was
only short, perhaps one hour so it could be one of the hundreds of islands
in the Torres Strait. I took my blindfold off and blinked, there was no
light and it was hot and steamy in the small room. I was sitting on a bunk;
there was a stinking, blocked squat toilet and a washbasin. All the
comforts of home in a three metre by four metre room with a small window
with bars on it, some stars twinkled outside.

Being totally exhausted I pulled my legs up and wept into the filthy
pillow, I wondered how many people had done the same thing in the past. I
slept on and off with recent events being played over and over in my
head. Pat and Steven had something to do with this, I know they were using
Conner's plane to run drugs that were coming in from the islands. I had
seen her exchanging money for a package and pulled her up on it, but why
kidnap me? Maybe she got scared that I would blow their little scheme out
of the water. I realised now that that's why she encouraged Marty and
Diana's relationship, it was so she had access to a private plane to
transport her packages from Darwin to Melbourne. But how did they get it
into the country? I suppose the corruption I have heard of is well and
alive in the islands and there must be a bigger fish conducting this.



It was early in the morning when it happened; I was pulled from my slumber
by the jingling of some keys. Some light streamed into my cell from the
outer room and two men barged in and pulled me up from the bed. I began to
protest but they were silent, one pulled his arm back and the other punched
me in the face, not once but at least four times, one after the other while
I was caught unaware of what was going on. I didn't feel the first three,
my face went numb but I felt the next ones and screamed in pain, I had
never been hit before and didn't know how to react only to try and protect
my face with my arms. The other guy had ripped my clothes off and I stood
naked, dripping blood and in shock, he finally stopped, lowered his shorts
and pushed me face down on the bed then proceeded to abuse me. I felt the
agony of my anus being invaded, the one holding me down was laughing and
talking in a foreign language. They left laughing while I was curled up in
a ball weeping for my Conner and whispering,

"I'll be good Conner, please take me home, I'll be good." My face hurt like
hell, two broken teeth and I suspect a broken nose by the way it was
bleeding. Finally, I got up and splashed filthy water on it, thank god it
had started to dry up, I could hardly see as my eyes swelled, my arse hurt
like hell and my arms and legs were just not in sync.



Back on the bed I heard someone come in and say,

"That will teach you to keep your nose out of my business," it was
Patricia.

"How could you do this to another human being, what kind of animal are
you?" I mumbled out.

"The kind that gets her way Brent, you will never get out of this cell so
make the best of it. You have fucked up my little business, got Steven the
sack in the process and I can't trade without his help, oh, and my dealer
wants to meet you so try and pull yourself together before he fucking kills
you."

She left locking the thick door behind her.

I was racked with pain and I screamed, I screamed loud and long in between
my sobs.

The sun shone into my room, I was hot and had a fever and I had no idea how
long I had been in here. The only thing I had to go by were the stars and
the food bowl that was pushed under my door once a day, only a little rice
but I ate it, I had to if I wanted to survive.

My mind was blank; my face was a messy glob of pummelled bone and skin, I
didn't care.



The abuse was the worst, every three or four days those same two men came
in and repeated the scene, still hurting and still being abused but I
didn't feel a thing and I didn't fight back, I had given up.

I spent my nights chasing bed bugs and my days curled up crying, terrified
to the core.

One day they barged in and I started screaming, I screamed and held my head
trying to protect what was left of my face but I was brutally thrust out
into the hallway, hitting the brick wall opposite my cell then pushed under
a cold shower. I stank of dried blood and shit, my hands were red raw and I
could barely hold the ancient cake of soap they had left for me. Scraping
the filth from my body my eyes were nearly completely closed, I was then
taken to another room and seated at a table.

My two abusers smiling at me as I tried to ask for some water.

A glass bottle was shoved onto the table, half empty I tried to hold it but
my hands shook too much, it dropped to the floor where it shattered into
pieces.



Patricia and Steven came in and as she was talking to the two guys in some
language I still didn't recognize, Steven sneered at me saying,

"Big mistake, huge," he cackled loudly, in that campy style I fucking
loathed.

I had absolutely nothing else to lose so I leant down and picked up a large
sliver of broken bottle then lunged at him screaming at the top of my
voice, I dug fast and deep from his forehead down to his chin, gouging his
right eye into a mashed pulp. My hand bled from the tight grip I had on it,
I was amazed that I could even hold it. I screamed at him, "Bigger mistake
you cunt and if you come near me you fat low life bitch, you will get the
fucking same."

She moved over to the opposite wall, not even hearing Steven's cries for
help.

The other guys tried to punch me so I protected my face, they didn't care
which part of my body they hit, Steven screamed in agony, I fell to the
floor but as I did I slashed at him again catching his upper leg, he went
down like a sack of shit, I wasn't feeling a thing, I had wiped that smirk
off his face permanently. I blacked out from the beating and the sudden
loss of more blood that I was experiencing.



Returning to my idea of reality, I don't know when but Steven's screams had
stopped and I could hear whimpering as he was trying to stem the bleeding
with his shirt. I eyeballed Pat as best I could, my hand open and closing
as I tried to plan my next move. She was my target and she knew it. The
door banged open and a huge Asian man came into the room with three armed
guards and all had balaclavas on to hide their identities. He shouted at my
two jailers, they bowed and a chair was produced. He noticed Steven
whimpering in the corner, said something to his henchman, who then pulled a
pistol out and shot Steven in the head. I didn't flinch, I was waiting my
turn, emptiness was all I felt, I looked at Pat and mumbled, "Big mistake
you fucking fat bitch."

Her face went dead white, I sneered. Somewhere in the back of my mind I
figured she had made a huge blunder by bringing me here, her stupidity had
put the suppliers at risk. I prayed to God, take me, please take me home, I
kept repeating, I said my goodbyes to Conner and tried to remember the
lords prayer, all the time hearing Patricia's screams, she was terrified
and I started laughing at her. It hurt like crazy, I was smiling at her
when the guard lifted his pistol and shot her in the head, point blank. I
laughed again, it was empty and hollow and I really didn't know I was doing
it, I thought it was someone else. My grim reaper sat opposite me and said,



"Can you stand young man?"

I stood and bowed my head in submission, my hand dripping blood but my mind
in a good place, peace will soon claim me, my God will take me home. I
whispered,

"I'm sorry Conner, I love you, Dear Lord please take me home." Then
everything went blank.

I awoke some time later sitting down with my head lying on the table and
the room stank of death. Steven's head was a mess of brains splattered onto
the wall; the flies had started attacking it. Pat's body was slumped over
him, hiding her fat face from me. I knew she was dead; her expensive high
heels were covered in dirt and blood. My right hand was tightly covered in
a white scarf and the bleeding had stopped.

I was alone and it took me an hour of deadly silence to even make the first
move, one foot at a time towards the door, I stumbled my way out towards
what I thought was the front of the building. Making my way down hallways I
couldn't remember, stopping only once to take a drink from a water bucket,
maybe it was a piss bucket but I didn't care, it tasted like cool, clean
water. I tipped it over my body.

My hand matched my steps as I steadied myself against the walls. I saw
light up ahead and my eyes hurt, as it became sunshine. I was alone as I
squinted and tried to hold my arm up to shade my face but it felt like a
lead weight and flopped back beside my naked body. I saw a jeep and a water
tank and I also saw two bodies hanging from a large tree, I didn't have to
guess who they were, I knew instinctively. Not looking at them again, I
limped to the small water trough.

The tank provided me with cool water again, I thought about climbing the
ladder and plunging into its depths but the idea of getting out again
didn't seem to appeal to me. I looked into the jeep for keys and luckily
they were in the ignition. I had no idea where I was or which way to go to
get help but I knew I was near death, there had been too much blood pouring
out of my hands and nose. Starting the car I decided just to follow the
road as far as I could, to get away from this filth.







Conner.



It's been over four weeks since I saw Brent's beautiful face, he had simply
disappeared and I had every security company possible out looking for
him. He never boarded another domestic flight and he never checked out of
his hotel. He just vanished; I was at my wit's end and was turning up
nothing with every corner. I was frantic thinking he had simply left me, I
had treated him so badly the last week, I was mad at him as he didn't need
to know about my childhood, it was past history and I just didn't want to
talk about it. My aunty Beth had me under the best psyches in the country;
she had put as much love into my life that I could handle and more. I have
never been a catcher, I thought Brent liked it and wanted to please him, I
can take it or leave it. Just holding him was enough. I never looked back
into my past as it was over, gone, buried but with Brent's training, all he
would feel is sad for me and probably a lot of sympathy, which is not what
I wanted, he kept on and on.



But I did do the wrong thing, I didn't tell him and I should have, I should
have fucking told him. It had nothing to do with my hesitation to be a
catcher but it had everything to do with our trust in each other, I should
have trusted him to love me, to believe in me, yes, I admit I still had
problems but nothing like I had when I was small. Being with Brent took
away many nightmares and for that alone I will forever be grateful. I can't
find him and I'm going insane with grief. Father Thomas comes every day and
he prays with me, talks with me and comforts me, it does little to calm me
but it gives me something real to do, the pills make me sleep and I slept a
lot. My European concerts were put on hold with me being an absolute cot
case and Marty had to move in with me, fearing that I would do something to
myself in my own personal hell. The television in my bedroom was on but no
volume, I had just finished another bout of sobbing into my pillow when I
saw Brent's photo pop up on the screen. I grabbed for the remote and turned
it up. Just looking at his photo, I started to weep again.



Breaking News.

"The Australian military peace keeping forces stationed in Port Moresby
have today made contact with missing flight attendant Brenton Walsh who has
been missing now for over four weeks. He is being treated at the Port
Moresby Army Base hospital where he's been stabilized before being
airlifted to the Royal Darwin Hospital. There are no details of his
injuries but eyewitnesses said he was found near death and slumped over the
steering wheel of a jeep. Our witnesses said he was covered in blood and
cuts, he looked like he had been tortured and they thought he was dead. We
will be back with updates as they come to hand," the announcer said as a
picture of Brent in his uniform flashed up on the screen again.



I ran into the room where Diana and Marty sat watching in shock.

"Did you hear that?" I screamed.

"Yes Conner, he's been found thank god," Marty said.

"Get the plane ready, we have to go to Port Moresby," I was yelling.

Marty got on the phone and said a few words then hung up.

"Phil and Dave are on the way."

He flipped his phone again and rang Jill to get onto anything she could,
any information on Brent's condition she could gather.

He did the same with Adam.

We threw some clothes into a couple of backpacks and headed for the
airport, I wept loudly and banged my head on the car seat in front of
me. Diana was trying to calm me down but I didn't hear her, I was in my own
world, my mental state was being held fast by steel bolts.

Marty's phone rang.

He listened to what Jill had to say then said in a quiet tone,

"Keep on it Jill, please don't relax until we know the whole story."

He hung up. He took Di's hand then said,

"Conner that was Jill, he's in a very bad state, his face has been smashed,
he's been starved and beaten repeatedly and has some teeth missing, they
are transferring him to Darwin Hospital in a couple of hours. It seems he
got involved with a drug cartel, he possibly saw something he shouldn't
have, he can't talk much and they are saying he's making no sense; he just
wants to go home. The officials found four bodies in a house in the jungle
where they suspect he was being held captive. I'm sorry to have to tell you
this Diana, one of the bodies was Pats." Diana gasped, then broke down,
Marty hugged her closely.

"I'm sorry, there was no other way to tell you darling." Marty cried. I
started punching the front seat of the limo, I punched it until my hand
hurt then I went silent, tears dripping down my cheeks

I was almost done by the time they got me settled into a flight seat. I
looked around for Brent so I could sit with him but he didn't appear.

Hugging myself I just stared at the cockpit willing the plane to take off.

Dave came out and sat next to me, he took my hand and said,

"He's been found, he will recover and he will be back." It was all
positive.

"We are delayed for an hour but managed a slot to Darwin, you want some
coffee? I'm going to make one for us, anyone else want one?"

"Yes we will," said Diana as she got up to help.

It was best she was kept busy and she knew this, although not close with
her mum for obvious reasons, the woman was a controlling bitch, but she was
still her mum.



Brent

I was loaded onto a medical plane and transported to the Royal Darwin
hospital and surgery started almost immediately. They had called in two
plastic surgeons to repair my nose and face but my teeth would have to wait
until my broken jaw healed. I was able to write a few lines of what
happened to me but my mind burst into shards of light and confusion before
I had finished, have I gone insane, have I died? I just wanted to go home.

Dear God have mercy upon me.