Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2006 16:23:16 +1100 (EST) From: george <dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au> Subject: Brotherhood 14 Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don't read any further. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Accolades, encouragement, suggestions, comments, and corrections are welcome and gladly accepted. Flames will be utterly ignored. dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au Chapter 14. Three days went and Dana rang. We were ready for her. David was eavesdropping on the extension. "Josh, now the money has been transferred into your account, time for you two to leave" "I don't think so, Dana" "What do you mean you don't think so? we have a deal, you took my money, you go, you want to renege on the agreement?" "I don't think so, Dana" She was dancing to my tune. "You will not get away with this, I warn you, I will tell David about the money, about you, the scheming no gooder, if you are not leaving, I want that money back!" "I don't think so, Dana" "I'll expose you, I'll tell David you swindled a million dollars out of me, you little gold digging hooker, I want my money back!" "I don't think so, Dana, I want two million dollars now" I winked at David. "What? your low class mother put you up for this? no doubt!, I'll report this to the police, I know some very influential law makers in this country, you will be put behind bars, I promise you, you will not get another million dollars from me, I do not trust you" "I took the money, Dana" The Saint had spoken. "Oh, David, oh, eh, you must watch out for that little gold digger of your, he swindled...." "Dana, he told me everything, I mean everything, so, no need for you to explain further" I could hear the air went out of that old balloon. The exchange went dead midway. "Dana, I want you to leave us alone, I don't want you or Warren to make contact with either me, Josh, or Judy, I'll keep the million dollars for worthwhile causes, thank you, and it will be put to good use" She hung up. We heard nothing further from her after that little episode. Until some months later, we heard on the news that her name appeared on the Australia Day Honours List, she had been nominated to receive AC, Companion in the Order of Australia, for her work in raising funds for The Cancer Council Australia. She appeared on TV news, Oh, such honors to receive recognisation, so unexpected, thanked the Australian people, the Prime Minister, blab blab blab, kissed my arse, phony cunt. I rather preferred the other kind of AC DC, asked your son. We were having our dinner the evening before Australia Day holiday, then came the phone call. It was from the Chief Police Officer in Canberra. "May I speak to David Berg please?" "I'll get him for you, who's calling please?" "Jim Murray, Chief Police Officer of ACT" I passed the phone over to David. He was listening intently, after 5 minutes or so, he put the phone down. "What's that all about?" "Dana and Warren's private jet disappeared from the radar screen while it was en route to Canberra, Search and Rescue teams from both States have been activated, they'll let me know as soon as there's news on the search" The wait was excruciating, we were keeping an all night vigil. The phone rang at 5 a.m. David picked it up, "Yes, ...., Ok, Thank you" he put the phone down. "The found the wreckage, in the bush land near the border of ACT, the chance of finding survivor is close to nought. They are now looking through the rubbles trying to retrieve the bodies" He went all quiet. Me and mom sandwiched him, held his hands. At time like this, best not to say anything. Solemn solidarity. Thoughts went through my mind, scenes went through my mind, what if it was my mom, how would I react, I felt his pain. There might not be much love in that family, still, blood thicker than water. What if it was him, unthinkable. He was calm, "I'm Ok, mother", that word took on a new meaning, "I can deal with this, don't worry, when I was working as a priest, my duties centered around life and death daily, weddings, births, christenings, memorials, funerals, burials, the church taught us to prepare ourselves for heaven, and I pray that's where they are heading to, we should rejoice in their rejoining the Creator God" Not for me Brother, I preferred to stay put right here, this world, not the other world. The next phone call confirmed the worst, the Rescue team found the remains, and some documents among the rubbles. There's not point for David to go to Canberra at the moment, it would require dental identification and possibly DNA test to ID the bodies. There would be a long process of coroner inquest, aviation authority to determine cause of the crash, etc.etc., fucking miles of red tapes. Then came the memorial services, all who's who in this land were there, me and mom stayed at home and watched it on tele. David said there's no point for us to attend, it was all show business. Then followed by the private burial ceremony. It went through with great fanfare, Dana's final show. When the dust settled, it came the reading of their wills. David was the sole heir, he inherited the lot, he now in control of 100% of the Berg empire. The papers reported that he would be the 3rd richest man in Australia, billions of dollars, they said. A few months later, David received confirmation that the probate of the will had been completed. "You mean probation?" "No, you silly, probate, to establish the validity of the will" Whatever. David decided he couldn't manage the family business and the scholarship scheme at the same time. He decided to give up the family business. After consulting with several merchant bankers, he agreed to publicly list 80% of the family business in the Sydney Stock Exchange. It was the biggest share listing in the history of Exchange, and David would still be the biggest share holder in the company, and well and truly cashed up. He didn't even want the Chairmanship of the company, he just wanted to be a passive, loved that word, investor. I went into apprenticeship, it was hard at first, having to get up 6 a.m. every morning, and encountered some hostility among fellow workers when I first started, me being the boss's boyfriend, special treatments etc. But when they realized I received no special favors, I was treated just like anyone of them, the hostility faded. They eventually included me as one of their mates, because I could take a few jokes, and since my sexuality was an open secret, a few even flirted with me. David and mom were so proud when my graduation came. The sholarship helped large numbers of kids over the years, among them, my old mate Glenn. He finished the course of plumbing, got married and became dad last year. I was his Best Man, and then David and I his son's God parents. We fought over who should be God Mother and Father, we alternated. We decided city life not for us, we bought a 20 acres block of land down South at Berry, built ourselves a little house, with three of us living under one roof. We did a bit of travelling, usually associated with some business of funding projects overseas, but I always get home sick after a few days away, David was the same, home sweet home. What's going to happen from now on? I couldn't tell you. All I know is that David and I love each other dearly, mom is happy, oh, by the way, she finally let go of my sis's ashes, we found a beautiful little beach for sis. Sex is good, I can't understand how one gets bored with their lover sexually, if one never gets tired of wanking himself off. Two is more fun than one, I think so. Looking into the future, well, no crystal ball here, I can only hope. I hope we will grow old together, hope mom stays healthy, hope to see our god son grows up, hope to be able to help more kids, perpetual love, perpetual hope, continuation, life goes on. Bye for now.