Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 18:36:27 -0500
From: kenlou16 <kenlou16@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nudist Camp Vacation - Chapter 23

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The usual stuff applies.  This story is Copyright 2005, by the author
represented by the email address, kenlou16@yahoo.com.  Please don't read it
if it isn't legal for you to do so.  Also, if you don't like reading about
gay stuff, then what on Earth are you doing reading this?

Because of the volume of emails I've been receiving, I'll only answer an
email if you ask a question or request an answer.  However, all questions
and requests will be answered!  (Who am I kidding?  I acknowledge ALL
emails!)

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Dedication:

There is one person in particular who has written to me and touched my
heart.  In his youth, he suffered from abuse much like Stevey did in this
story.  It is to Rick B. that I dedicate this story.

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Live simply, love generously, care deeply and speak kindly.  Leave the rest
to God.

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To NCV's faithful readers:

After I struggled to finish and post the last chapter, I have since come to
the realization that this story has taken on a life of its own.  I've been
trying to force it to a swift conclusion, but now I know that the story
(and its characters!) would suffer greatly if I did so, and I'd make you
all miserable in the process.  Sooooo, I've decided to let the story go
where it may and let it finish when it wants to finish.  The characters
have been writing the story as it is, but now they'll take over completely.
They've already told me some of the things that are about to happen, and
I'm not sure I like it, but for the time being, I'll just be writing what
they tell me.  The bottom line is that I'll be along for the ride like
everyone else!  Don't blame me if it gets a little weird; it's out of my
control!

Seriously, I really don't know where the story's coming from, but I've got
a hint of where it's going.  Some of it may be "unusual," and I may lose
some of you, but I hope that doesn't happen.  I have no idea how long this
story will be; I only promise a bumpy ride!

I consider myself blessed.  I've only had one mild flame, and it came after
the first couple of chapters.  I encouraged the writer to let me know what
he thought of future chapters, and maybe he should try writing himself.
I'm actually a little disappointed that I haven't heard back from him.  All
of the other emails I've received have been quite complimentary, if not
downright loving!  Alan and I will have to share a happy tear or two.  If
what they say is true, by extrapolation from the emails I've been getting,
I must have an embarrassingly large number of readers!  That's too
overwhelming to imagine!  It's an awesome responsibility, but I'll try to
live up to your trust.

Lotsa hugs, to ALL of you!  - Ken (kenlou16@yahoo.com)

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FROM THE END OF CHAPTER 22:

We rode in silence back to the camp.  It wasn't uncomfortable, but rather
it was similar to the silence after a big meal.  It seemed that we were all
in a state of contentment.  Stevey was deep in thought, but had a slight
smile on his lips.

Glancing into the rear view mirror, I caught Rita and Tom grinning into
each other's eyes.  They were holding hands.  Apparently, the Nomad was a
catalyst for some kind of a reawakening in them!

Everything seemed to be going so well until we turned into the driveway at
the camp.  There were at least six police cruisers, parked haphazardly
around the office, all with their lights flashing!

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Nudist Camp Vacation
CHAPTER 23

There were so many red and blue lights flashing, it looked like patriotic
fireworks!  Stevey expressed my sentiments before I could form the words.

"Holy SHIT!"

Rita looked up, saying, "Stevey!"  Then she saw the scene before us and
shrieked, "OH, NO!"

As I brought the Hummer to an abrupt stop, as far out of the way as I could
manage, we all jumped out and ran to the office.  When we got there, Sharon
was nowhere to be seen, but there were at least four cops milling around.
Rita immediately took charge.

"Where's Sharon?" she demanded of the oldest officer there.

"Hold on, now!  What's your business, here?"

With what I assumed to be her best fiery indignation, she said, "My husband
and I OWN this place!  Now, WHERE'S SHARON?"

"Oh!  In the back.  I'll take you to her."

"No, thanks!  I know where it is!" she said, shoving him out of the way.

We followed her around the counter to their quarters.  I glanced at the
apologetic looking cop with a sheepish look and shrugged.  When we got
inside, Sharon (still comfortably nude) was talking to two officers; I
suppose making some sort of statement.  They were NOT looking at her eyes!

". . . As soon as they heard the sirens, they beat feet out of here.  I'm
surprised you didn't see them leave!"  When she spotted Rita, she said,
"Rita!  I'm all right!  That red button on the computer works great!"

Rita grabbed her in a hug, then looking into her eyes, she demanded, "Are
you sure you're all right?  What happened?"

Sharon sighed.  "I've already told the story twice, but once more won't
kill me.  Two suspicious looking men came in and asked to rent a cabin.
They kept looking around, like they were expecting someone else to show up
or something.  They weren't looking at me like most men do, and these men
WERE NOT nudists!  They didn't know anything at all about any of the usual
rules, and they just looked sleazy, so I pushed the red button on the
computer keyboard like you said, and then I stalled them.  About ten
minutes later, we heard sirens."  She was smiling.  "That's when they took
off out of here like their pants were on fire!  I don't know where they
went, but they seemed to just disappear!  I didn't even hear a car!"

Rita grabbed her into another hug.  "Thank God you're all right!  I was
worried sick when I saw all the police cars outside!"

The officer that had been interviewing Sharon cleared his throat.  "Excuse
me.  I need to finish this."

Only then did I recognize him as Officer Morris, the same man who had been
here when Stevey had been kidnapped.  "Officer Morris!  I hope this won't
become a habit!"

Trying to make a joke was not the brightest thing I've ever done.  He
scowled at me.  He really needs to chill!

"Mr. Stuart, this is no joking matter," he said coldly.  "I need to get a
description of the suspects."

Stevey, bless his heart, jumped into the fray.  "Sharon!  Didja' get their
pictures?"

"Hi, Stevey!  Yeah, I think I did!"

He said, "Kewl!" then ran out to the office.

My insatiable curiosity made me follow him.  Besides, I was no longer
comfortable around Officer "Bore-us."  Stevey reached under the counter and
pulled out an old, beat up laptop computer.  It was hard wired to something
under the counter.  He quickly searched through some files and found what
he was looking for.

I smiled at Stevey's obsession.  "Did you set up this camera?" I said,
indicating a barely hidden camera on the shelf behind him.

Stevey glanced at the web cam I indicated.  While he returned to his
search, he said, absently, "No.  Tim did that yesterday when he came to get
his stuff.  He took a couple of his old computers and programmed one to
trigger programs in the other.  He said it was sort of like a decoy setup.
If someone came in and got suspicious, they might grab the laptop off the
counter, but they wouldn't know the REAL program was working and storing
their picture or dialing the police in the laptop under the counter.  He
used a program he wrote to dial his cell phone if a motion detector
detected that someone was in his room."  He looked at me slyly and
whispered, "I found a way to sneak past it, though!"  He looked back at the
laptop and continued, "He programmed the laptop on the counter and put a
piece of red tape on the F8 key as a panic button.  It triggers the dialing
program in this computer to dial the police and play a message saying we
need help.  Then he put a piece of blue tape on the F10 key, and programmed
it to make this computer capture a picture from the web cam."  A moment
later, he suddenly exclaimed, "Yeah!  She GOT `em!"

Stevey flipped the computer around and plugged a parallel port cable from
the printer into the laptop and sent a couple of files to print.  A few
seconds later, it started printing.  About the same time, curious Officer
Morris came into the office and watched with us as a pair of clear, color
pictures appeared from the printer.  The first was of a stocky young man.
His short hair was either dishwater blond, or just dirty, and his face was
covered with pock marks.  Some would say that his face looked like it had
been on fire and someone put it out with an ice pick.  When it finished
printing, Stevey grabbed it and studied it.  It was only then that I
noticed that his eyes were wide and his face seemed to be losing its color.

Softly, I asked, "What is it, Stevey?"

He seemed oblivious to my question as he seemed to be remembering
something.  He began breathing hard, as if he was building adrenaline.

After the second picture finished printing, Stevey dropped the first
picture on the counter, and grabbed it, studying it.  From what I could
see, the second man was what I would consider attractive, but overweight
and unshaven.  No wonder Sharon thought they looked "sleazy."  A moment
later, Stevey cringed, apparently reacting to an unpleasant memory.

The officer looked at the first photo and said to Stevey, "This is great!
Thanks, son!"

Stevey handed him the second photo, but looked into my eyes in panic.

I asked him, "Stevey?  What IS it?"

He swallowed hard.  In a weak, high-pitched voice, he said, "I know them.
They're Doug's friends."

"WHAT?"  I didn't wait for an answer.  I turned to officious Officer Morris
and said, "You remember that pedophile that cop shot in the hospital?"  He
nodded, silently.  "That man had been molesting Stevey.  He told Stevey his
name was Doug.  We think the kidnappers knew him, too.  Now, Stevey says he
recognizes these guys as friends of Doug's."

Without waiting for his reaction, I dialed Frank on my cell phone.  He
answered before the first ring could finish.  I interrupted his greeting.
"Frank, where are you?  We need you at the Smith's."

"I'm following the guys that left there a few minutes ago.  These guys
aren't getting away from me!"

"Oh, my God, Frank!  Be careful!  Stevey says they're friends of Doug's, or
whatever his name is!  They could be dangerous!"

"Shit!  . . . Sorry, they almost made me.  I had to drive past them."

"Where are you?  The cops are here."

"I'm on the highway to Houston.  They just stopped at a convenience store
about ten miles east of you.  They're in a white Chevy sedan.  Probably a
rental.  Tell the cops to get here, fast!"

I relayed the information to Officer Morris and told him about Frank's
black Suburban.  I also gave him Frank's cell phone number.  He alerted his
officers and ran out the door.  As we looked at each other in wonder, we
heard tires digging out in the dirt, and then sirens begin to wail.  I
guess they won't be sneaking up on the men!

After I looked at Stevey one more time, I made another call on my cell
phone.  I figured Andy should know about this, and I've heard that
different jurisdictions of law enforcement don't always share information,
quickly.

Again, I was surprised that he answered.  "Alan!  What's up?"

I think he's beginning to realize I don't call unless I have something to
say.  "Andy!  We're at the camp. . . ."  I proceeded to fill him in.

Without hesitation, he almost shouted, "Alan, get Stevey out of there, NOW!
He could be in great danger!"

Immediately, I looked at Stevey and replied, "He'll be at my house."

"Good.  GO!"  The line went dead.

By the time I finished on the phone, all of the cops were gone.  I knew I'd
have to explain to Rita and Tom, so I shouted for them.  "Rita, Tom!  I'm
taking Stevey to my place!"

They came running out to the front.  Rita demanded, "WHY?"

"Stevey recognized the guys' pictures.  They're connected to the molester
and probably the kidnappers.  A friend of mine with the FBI thinks Stevey
could be in danger.  Do you mind if I take Stevey to my house?"

Rita freaked.  It was too much information, too fast.  "Stevey!  My
Stevey!"  After wetting his face with her tears, she looked into his eyes
and said, "You be good and do what Alan says, okay?"

Stevey swallowed hard and nodded.  Then he hugged his mom tightly and
kissed her on the cheek.  Then he sought his dad and did the same for him.
When he was finished, he turned and grabbed my arm.  We ran to the Hummer
and jumped in.  I had such a sense of urgency, brought about by Andy's call
that my senses were at an all time high.  I noticed everything around us.

Quickly, I started the car and put us on our way to the house.  I had the
eerie feeling of being conspicuous in the Hummer.  It's absolutely
impossible to "blend in" while driving it!

I picked up my cell phone and dialed Frank.  It rolled over to voicemail.
"Frank, I'm taking Stevey to my place for protection.  I want 24 hour
guards there!  Call me!"

Stevey looked at me wide-eyed.  In a small voice, he said, "You don't have
to do that.  I'll be fine at your house."

I smiled at his naivete.  "I know, and that's the way I want it to stay."
I reached over and took his hand.  "Love you, little one."

He leaned over and hugged my arm.  Resting his head on my bicep, he said,
"I love you, too, Alan."

It took only a few more minutes to arrive at the house.  When I drove in, I
looked all around as I drove up to the "toy box."  When we entered, I
shouted for Marty.  The urgency in my voice must have alerted him.

"Right here!  What's wrong?" he said, as he ran from the shop toward me.

"Nothing, right now.  I have reason to believe that we need to tighten up
security around here.  Lock all the doors and windows, and keep them
locked.  We'll do the same in the house.  When you get everything locked,
wash your hands and come to the house.  Oh, I left the Hummer just outside.
Could you put it away for me, please?"

Marty looked at Stevey, admiringly, but puzzled.  "Sure, boss!"

Stevey and I walked quickly back to the exit and across to the house.  As
we entered, I shouted for Nell.

She came into the kitchen from the main part of the house, carrying a dust
rag and saying, "What's all the commotion?  Oh, hi, Stevey!"

"Nell, let's lock up the house, and check all the windows.  I'll tell you
why when we're done."

She raised an eyebrow, and said, "Okay, let's get to it!  There are a lot
of doors and windows!"

"Great!  You go that way, and we'll go this way.  Stevey, stay close to me,
okay?"

"Yeah, okay."  He seemed a bit bewildered.  I guess maybe I was
overreacting, but I figured it's better to be safe than sorry.  If I'm
overreacting, that'll just have to be all right.  I'd rather that than take
it all too lightly.

It took the better part of an hour to go through the house and check all
the windows and doors.  Almost everything had been unlocked.  So much for
living in the country. . . .

While we were finishing up, my cell phone rang.  The display told me who
was calling.  "Hi, Frank!"

Always business when something's brewing, he neglected any introduction.
But, then again, none was necessary.  "I've got six guys heading your way,
now.  They should be there in about half an hour and they'll be low
profile.  By the way, they're Navy Seals.  I thought you might have
suspected as much, though."

I chuckled.  "Yeah, I kinda figured.  Are they all Seals?"

"No, we've got a couple of Rangers.  Then there's one Green Beret, but he
keeps pretty much to himself.  He's a bit of a loner.  We call his type a
ghost, but that's not an insult.  He seems to pop up whenever you need him,
and then he disappears just as suddenly when he's done.  He's a good friend
to have around."

I decided to take advantage of his candor.  "Frank, were you a Seal?"

"Yeah.  That's how I met most of these guys.  We went through Hell
together."

I couldn't help being in awe.  "Thanks, Frank.  I don't know what I'd have
done without you all these years."

He cleared his throat.  "You would've done fine.  I'm just glad you think
you need me."

"Frank, you'll never know just how important you are to me."

There was a pregnant pause.  "Oh, one more thing.  The last I saw of those
characters was when they were leading what looked for all the world like a
game of fox and hounds towards Houston.  The hounds were screaming at
them!" he laughed at his own joke.

"I guess you were hiding at the camp, again?"

"Yeah, I had some time, so I was keeping an eye out.  This time, I saw the
guys leave and watched them get in their car.  Sneaky bastards!  They
parked where they could escape through the trees to avoid being seen if
they had to.  But, they couldn't get past me!  Besides, they parked right
next to my Suburban!  Not the brightest bulbs in the box!  They didn't even
recognize my Suburban when I was following them!"

"Hmm.  Hope they catch them."

"Yeah, me too.  Gotta go.  Let me know if you need anything else.  I'll
come by and check on the security detail."

"One more thing.  Tim will be on his way home, soon.  He's in his black
Mustang.  Don't let them stop him from coming to the house."

"Gotcha.  I call `em, now."

I started to thank him, again, but he hung up.  I suspect that he's been
watching out for Stevey a lot, lately.

Finally, Stevey and I finished up and made our way to the kitchen where
Marty and Nell were waiting for us.

As we took seats at the breakfast table, I began, "Okay, sorry for the
scare, but something's happened."  I quickly explained about the suspicious
characters at the Smith's and how we thought they might be connected to
Stevey's kidnappers.  Then I explained, to Stevey's embarrassment, that he
had been the target of a pedophile (they didn't need to know he'd been
molested), and that we suspected that Stevey could be in danger.  Secretly,
I had begun to suspect that there was some sort of group of pedophiles that
we needed to worry about.  Stevey might have already put that together,
too, but I didn't want to voice my own suspicions, just yet.

"So, for now, anyway, we'll just have to hunker down and keep an eye out
for anything out of the ordinary.  I'm having Frank Holmes station some
guards around the house.  I don't want this place to appear like a war
zone, but I think Frank's guards will probably remain inconspicuous,
anyway.  If you do see anything, don't bother to tell me, first.  Alert one
of the guards, then call 9-1-1.  Then tell me, or call me if I'm not here.
Okay?  Any questions?"

Marty looked at me and said, "Not a one, boss.  Don't worry about a thing."

Nell looked at Stevey and said, "How about some cookies and milk?"

"Okay, thanks."  As she walked to the refrigerator, presumably to get the
milk, Stevey looked at me with a slight smile and rolled his eyes.

I laughed at him and ruffled his hair.  His reaction to Nell helped me to
know he wasn't overly traumatized by the day's events.  After I finished
messing up his hair, he gave me an instant, rib cracking hug, as he
burrowed his face into my chest.  Of course, I hugged him back!

"Marty, I almost forgot!  When will the Suburban be ready?"

"Should've been ready today, but I didn't think there'd be any hurry."  He
looked at his watch.  "I think I've got just enough time to call to see if
I can pick it up tomorrow."  Marty excused himself to return to the car
barn.

After setting Stevey's milk and cookies within his reach on the counter,
Nell began her preparations for dinner.  I looked down into Stevey's dark
eyes and said, "Let's go watch some TV.  Maybe there's some news on."  I
looked at my watch.  "Your brother should be home, soon, anyway.  Grab your
stuff and let's go be couch potatoes."

Stevey grabbed a cookie from the plate and stuck it in his mouth before he
picked up the plate and glass.  He followed right behind me all the way
into the media room, where I turned on the tube for the evening news.
There was no news about what had happened at the nudist camp, but I didn't
expect any.  There was one small blurb, though, about a high-speed car
chase on the way to Houston that went through several counties.  It ended
when the fleeing car ran off the road and hit a large tree.  The two
occupants weren't wearing seatbelts and died either on impact or in the
ensuing fire.  They weren't identified, because apparently there was some
kind of an investigation underway.

Stevey and I shared an ominous look.  Stevey finally said, "Do you think it
was them?"

"I kinda get that impression."

"Good.  That's two we don't have to worry about."

He moved closer to me and put his arms around me, resting his face on my
chest.  He'd sure been hugging me a lot lately, but I'm not complaining!
I'm just worried about his well-being.  I'm keeping a close eye on him to
watch for any signs of depression.  It could creep up on him at any moment.

A few minutes later, Tim stormed into the room, eyes wide.  I hadn't heard
him come in.  "What happened?  Why are there soldiers outside, and why's
the house all locked up?  Stevey?  Are you all right?"

Stevey looked up at his brother and smiled, but didn't let go of me.  "I'm
fine!  Alan's fine!  Just chill, will ya'?"

Tim stomped around the couch to look us in the eyes.  He actually had his
hands on his hips!  "I WILL NOT CHILL!  TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!"

I smiled at him and moved Stevey away from me.  Stevey didn't seem to like
it, but I ignored his protest.  I patted the cushion between us.  "Sit," I
instructed Tim.  Stevey finally got the hint, so that when Tim sat his
perfect butt between us, he hugged his brother.  Tim hugged him back.  I
put my arm around both of them and began to explain.

"Your folks and I took Stevey to his appointment in the city, then we came
back here and I showed them the toy box.  Your folks sure liked that `56
Nomad!  They took it for a drive. . . ."

Stevey interrupted, "Yeah, and they were all goofy-eyed when they got
back!"

I chuckled.  "When we got back to your folks' place, there were cop cars,
everywhere!"  Tim was about to sputter, so I interrupted him.  "Sharon was
watching the office and she's fine!  That was some piece of work setting up
the computers like you did!  She used both the automatic dialer and the
photo capture.  The guys got away, but Stevey got into the computer and
printed the photos of the two guys Sharon thought looked suspicious.
That's when Stevey recognized them!  They're friends of Doug's, but I'll
let him tell you about that.  I called Frank and found out he was following
the guys, so I told the cops, who took out after them.  Then I called Andy,
and he told me to get Stevey away from the camp, pronto!  Your folks must
have thought that wise, because they didn't object.  I called Frank again
and told him to put guards around the house.  We got home, locked
everything up, and here we are!"

Tim added, "And now the Texas National Guard is on your doorstep!  Have you
SEEN those guys?"

I smiled at him.  "No, not lately, but I've got an idea of what they look
like.  They're Frank's Navy Seal friends.  I pity anyone that tries to get
past them!"

In a low voice, Tim said, "Yeah," and shook his head.

We spent some quiet time, absently watching the less interesting news,
weather and sports, and then Nell called us to dinner.  Being able to look
at the boys all through dinner was the most relaxing time I've spent in
recent memory!  I didn't have a care in the world.  That is, until I heard
a gun shot!

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To be continued . . . .

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