Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 13:20:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hiking the Turley Trail

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HIKING THE TURLEY TRAIL
By
Ben Ezra Jacobson

     I had finished by first year of teaching at the University and I had
just finished my Masters Degree in English.  Although teaching summer
semester was good pay, I was feeling drained from both activities.  I
needed a change of routine.

     Before starting college, I had gone on a trip with a long time friend
into the east and camped in some of the high spots of New England.  One
such spot was Turley, Vermont.  The little picturesque town of about 200
sat on a bluff looking over some of the most beautiful rural scenes that I
had ever seen.  Near by was a park and camp ground known to the locals for
it's streams and vegetation.  It was a photographers paradise...but
carefully guarded by the community.  They did not advertise in travel
magazines.  In fact, they did not tell many people of this beautiful sight.
Derek and I had found it quite by accident.

     We were out roaming the back roads around Turley when a couple of boys
told us about the Turley Trail Campground.  They looked us over and decided
that we were not scouts for travel magazines...and told us to follow the
gravel road...when we forded the little branch, take the turn to the
right...go a half mile and there was the Turley Trail Campground.

     We had traveled from central Illinois to Vermont in a Volkswagen bug
so our camping gear had been thought out very carefully.  We had chosen a
camping sight and paid our camping fees after being questioned about why we
were here and if we were affiliated with any travel companies.  We pleaded
ignorance of any commercial ventures, and because of our youth...I was 18
and Derek was 19...they supposed us just a couple of hippies out to see the
world.

     Derek was an artist.  He painted beautiful canvases in what he liked
to call modern impressionism, having a style like the French Impressionists
with a twist of bright vivid colors after the style of Lionel Feininger.
He was traveling with the best 35 MM camera he could find.  The more he
talked about photography...the more interested I became.  He helped me pick
out a beginners model and I purchased a dozen or more rolls of film.  That
was, I guess, the beginning of a new hobby for me.  A few years later,
digital cameras would make my ability, as an extremely poor photographer, a
little easier.

      In the afternoon hours, we hiked part of the Turley Trail which
eventually came to a natural bridge of stone across a shallow ravine.
Beneath was a narrow stream with ferns growing on both sides of the water.
We were intrigued.  We snapped photos on top of the bridge and then we
followed the trail beneath and took pictures of the underside looking up.
I wondered how many native Americans, centuries before, stood where we were
standing and marveled at the beauty of this unspoiled place.  No wonder the
locals wanted it kept pretty much to themselves.

We continued on the trail.  The farther we went, the less trafficked the
path.  After what seemed like several miles, we came to a clearing that was
mostly flat stones with moss growing between the flat surfaces.  The area
was about the size of a tennis court.  In the center was a stone fireplace
and chimney.  There were burned out coals in the fireplace, so evidently
this had been a picnic place for campers over the years.  At the far
end...one stepped down about two feet to an area that was grown up in tall
grass.  There was a well traveled trail through it.  We followed the trail
a bit further and found areas in the tall grass that had been mashed down
as if someone had laid a tarpaulin or heavy blanket on the surface.  Most
were fairly clean but one was littered with beer cans and deteriorating
condoms.  I remember Derek making some kind of crude remark about it.  As
pristine as this area was...we did not expect it to be soiled with party
debris.

     We stayed a couple of days at Turley and then continued our trip up
into Maine and by the end of our second week...started for home, in
Illinois.  It took us about four days of leisurely driving .

     I started my freshman year of college and Derek enlisted in the
military.  Four years later, he came home and married his high school sweet
heart and nine months later... they became the parents of twin baby girls.
Shortly there after...they moved to California for a new job with some
computer company.  I lost track of them.

		       .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     I got my atlas from a drawer in the desk and flipped through it's
pages of places that might be of interest.  It did not seem like a good
idea to go to a new local for the entire summer but a couple of weeks might
be nice.  Traveling alone had never been anything that I would have ever
considered earlier...but after two years of class work, to get my Masters
degree and teaching on top of that...traveling alone at my own pace seemed
like a new adventure.  As I poured over the maps...a sudden reflection came
to mind...hiking the Turley Trail in Vermont.  Last time I had camped with
Derek all the way out and back...but this time...maybe I would go first
class and make hotel and motel reservations... where soft beds and warm
showers would make the trip much easier.

     It took a couple of weeks to put it all together, reservations made,
travel checks acquired, car serviced and tuned up..and I would depart
before the week end.  Having all my household accounts secured and
arrangements for a student to get my newspapers and mail, some one to feed
the cat...car packed...I departed shortly after dawn on clear Thursday
morning.  I arrived in Turley three days later.  My plan had originally
been to meander through the country side but once on the road...I found
myself just driving on through.

     There are no hotels or motels in Turley because it is only about 200
people...so the closest lodging was twenty five miles away at a town called
Enosburg Falls.  I arrived in the middle of the afternoon and secured
lodging.  Traveling light, I found a laundry mat and washed my worn
clothing from the last three days.  In the morning I would start with fresh
clothing which should carry me into the new week.  The town had a lot of
antique shops and I browsed through them trying to see if there was
anything that might look good in my townhouse back in Illinois.

     At one shop, I talked to a young man who looked like he might be about
nineteen or twenty.  I asked him if he was the proprietor of the shop and
he said that his parents owned the store...but he had worked there since he
was a kid.  He was kind of weathered in appearance, shaggy and clad in cut
off jeans and a white tee shirt.  His smile was contagious.

     "Hey," he said as I had entered the store, "can I help you with
anything?"

     "Hey back at you," I had replied with a big smile, "I'm just out
browsing before supper time."

     "Traveling through," he asked?

     "Yeah, staying at the motor inn.  Going to go to Turley tomorrow," I
had volunteered.

      "Cool place," he replied. "Ever hear of the Turley Trail?"

     "As a matter of fact, I have.  I was there a few years back with a
buddy and got a lot of great photos," I responded.

     "Really, then you know about the rock bridge and the scenic views when
you hike the south trail?"

     "Yeah," I replied.  "My photos turned out great.  It seems like it was
quite the secret attraction when we were here before."

     "Well, it is very well known around here now.  Some magazine company
got a hold of the information about it...and the tourism...well, let's just
say it has greatly increased."

     He had my curiosity peaked, especially the way he tilted his head and
sort of got this sheepish grin on his face.

     "How so," I queried?

     He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention and then
lowered his voice to a whisper... "the queers have taken it over for a
meeting place."

     I thought to myself...why is this smart ass telling this to me?

     "You mean it has become a popular social gathering place," I asked.

     "Yeah," he said, "if that is what you want to call it."

     "How did you get that information," I asked.

     "The sheriff busted a couple of guys back in the woods there.  They
were naked and playing `stinky dick."

     "No shit," I said.

     "That's right," he replied, "hauled them out of there bare ass naked
and put them into a patrol car and brought them here to the community
jail."

         "Did it make the local newspaper," I asked, trying to act
interested.?

     "No...didn't have to, the switch board operator heard about it...and
by sun down everyone in town knew about it," he said...with great pride.

     "Imagine that," I answered back.

     "See anything here that appeals to you," he asked.

      "How much for the pewter candle sticks," I inquired?

      "Were forty five dollars...but we got um on sale for half price."

      " I'll think about it," I said.

      "That includes delivery," he answered back...with a grin.

     "I live in Illinois," I responded.

     "I meant at the Motor Inn," he said.

     "Thanks...I'll think about."  I left the store.

     Interesting individual, I thought...wonder why he made such a point to
tell me about the police raid on Turley.  Perhaps he thought a single guy
traveling alone might be going to the Turley trail for nefarious reasons.
I walked back to the Motor Inn.  In the lobby, the proprietor was looking
over the newspaper.  I walked up to the desk.

     "Excuse me," I said, "but I have been wandering around town and came
upon a shop called the LUCKY BUCKEYE."

     "Then you probably met Delmar," he said.

     "Rugged looking guy that likes to talk about the neighborhood gossip,"
I asked.

     "That's him.  He's harmless.  Nice kid actually, but been a loner most
of his life.  Lucky if you can get a half dozen words out of him on any
subject," he said.

      "Your kidding, right," I said?

     "Not at all.  Shy as snot.  Why they have him working in that store is
beyond me," he answered me back.

     "Are we talking about the same kid?  Red hair, freckles, looks like he
could bench press 200 pounds with out breaking a sweat?"

     "Yeah, that's him," he said, "nice kid but a real introvert."

     "Say...could you tell me about the big police raid on the Turley
Trail," I asked?

     "Never happened.  It was a story gossiped around town...but I asked
the Sheriff about it...and he said it was a figment of someone's
imagination.  He never did find out who started the rumor," he said.

     "Well I heard that a couple of guys got busted for public obscenities
back there," I mentioned.

     "No...we heard that some kids got drunk and screwed a couple of their
girl friends out there.  Said condoms were all over the place...but that's
all that I ever heard about it.  Say, you a reporter or something," he
asked looking at me in a suspicious manner?

     "No," I laughed.  "I was there five or six years ago...and there were
condoms all over the place, then.  I just thought I would go get some new
photos of the natural bridge."

     "Well, your safe there.  Don't pay any attention to any hair brained
rumors."

     I left the office and walked a couple of blocks to a local restaurant
for some supper.  Sitting at the counter was a deputy sheriff.  I debated
whether or not to speak to him...but he was finishing a cup of coffee and
acted like he was about to leave.  Chancing it, I walked over and sat down
next to him and stuck out my hand.

     "Hi, I'm Ben Ezra Jacobson, visiting from Illinois.  A few years ago I
was at Turley and hiked the trail to the natural bridge.  I was wondering
if it is still safe to hike back there," I asked.

      The deputy sheriff smiled and shook my hand.  "Mr. Jacobson...it
hasn't changed much in decades.  I don't know of any reason why anyone
would be at risk over at Turley," he responded.

     "Well," I said, " I heard a story that the trail was dangerous because
of tourists doing things back in the woods there.  I didn't want to risk
walking into a dangerous situation."

     "I don't know of anything dangerous going on... on the Turley trail,
unless you would happen onto a snake or a skunk.  No...go and enjoy the
trail.  Don't forget your camera...the scenic views are breath taking," he
said.

     For a moment it felt like a scene out of Mayberry RFD on television.
I felt foolish.  I ordered some sandwiches and a coke and returned to the
motor inn.

     Around 9:00 PM... there was a knock at my motel room door.  I got up
and looked through the peep hole.  It was that Delmar kid from the Lucky
Buckeye.  I opened the door and he walked in.  He had the pewter candle
sticks in one hand and a large soda in the other.

     "Hey there guy," I said, "what brings you out this time of night?"

     "I just thought you might have changed your mind about the
candlesticks," he suggested.

     "There beautiful Delmar," but I don't think I can afford it right
now."

     "What can you afford," he asked?

     "Well, to tell you the truth, I can't afford much of anything right
now," I replied.

     "Oh," he said, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to be a pest...I just
thought you really liked them...and I hadn't made a sale all day...and I
thought..."

     This kid was trying to play on my sympathies.

     "Ok," I said, "tell you what...give me a fair price for you...that I
can afford," I said.

     "Ten bucks apiece," he said..."if you take them right now."

     "Ok," I conceded, "ten bucks each, it is."  I took a twenty out of my
pants pocket and handed it to him.  He put the candle sticks back in the
tissue paper and put them back into a brown paper sack and handed them to
me.

     I thought he would leave, but instead, he sat down in the chair by the
window...and took a long sip of soda from the container he brought into the
room with him.  He stared at me with a big smile.

     "So, Delmar," I said, "do you have to go back to the store and lock
up?"

     "Nope," he responded, "done that before I came over here."

     I looked into his face again and asked, "and your family is expecting
you to come home and tell them of your sale."

     "Nope," they went home a couple of hours ago...and are probably in bed
sawing logs by now," he shot back at me.

     So what next I wondered...just as he dropped his soda in his
lap...soaking himself and the carpet around his chair.

     "Oh Shit," he said and jumped up.  "Soda went everywhere."

     "Stand still," I barked at him, "I'll grab a couple of towels."

     Actually, I grabbed a bath mat because I could do with out it...and a
hand full of paper towels from my grocery supplies...and carefully wiped
the table and the carpet around his chair while he blotted his clothing.

    When I turned around, he was stripping off his wet clothing.  My jaw
dropped.  He was shedding his tee shirt and cut off jeans and was standing
buck ass naked before me.  He wasn't wearing any underwear and had no socks
on his feet.

     "Can I grab a shower real quick and get this sticky soda off my skin,"
he asked.
      While the shower was running, I ran some water into the sink in the
kitchenette and rinsed out his shorts and tee shirt.  I wrung them out as
best I could...but he was going to have to wear them home wet.  At least it
was summer and he would not have to worry about catching a cold.  He turned
the shower off and shortly returned to the room, towel drying his hair.

     "I've rinsed your shorts and shirt out, Delmar...but they are not dry.
You're going to have to wear them home a little damp," I explained.

     He walked over to the queen size bed and flopped down on it.  "That's
OK dude...they will be dry by morning."

     "What," I stammered?

     "I said they will be dry by morning.  You wouldn't send me out in wet
clothes on a night like this, would you?  What would my family think?  I
can stay here with you.  You got a big bed...and I don't take much room,"
he answered me back.

     I looked into his face...with his big smile and freckles all over it.
His hair was carrot red and he had hair running down the middle of his
chest to his belly button.  His pubic hair was as red as the hair on his
head and on his arms and legs.  He had a nice dick laying sideways on his
groin.  It was about five inches soft so that means it could be seven
inches hard...or more.

     "Please," he said.

     Against my better judgment...I agreed.  While he was not looking, I
put my wallet and car keys in the pillow case on my side of the bed...just
in case.

     He chattered away about things around the community.  At midnight, I
suggested that it was time to call off the conversation and call it a day.
I took off my pants and shirt and started to lay down on the bed.

     "You're not going to sleep in those are you," pointing to my white
briefs.

  "I guess not," I said...and stepped out of them.  His face lit up.

  I turned off the television and the lights.

      I had barely laid my head against the pillow when I felt his hand
touch my chest.  He made little circular motions in my chest hair as he
moved down to my belly button, pause for a moment, and then moved his
fingers through my pubes and then grabbed my cock.  I was trying not to get
hard instantly.  He played with my balls which always drives me half crazy
with erotic stimuli and then grabbed my cock again.

     "Very nice," he said.

     I felt the mattress shift as he got onto his hands and knees and
turning in the bed, leaned over and popped my dick into his mouth.  It
immediately went hard.  I thought, man, this dude doesn't waste any time.
He pulled off and asked me to scoot down further towards the foot of the
bed.  I did so and he straddled my head and shoulders and then went down on
me again.

     I have to say that the "69" position is about my very favorite.  His
dick and balls were hanging in my face.  He was not small.  Had he seen my
face, he would have noticed the big smile I was fostering.  I reached up
with my tongue and touched his scrotum.  He moaned deeply.

     "Man, I love having my balls manipulated," he mumbled with my dick
still in his mouth.

     His penis was stretching.  It was amazing how a soft five was turning
into a thick nine.  I ran my tongue along the underneath of his cock and it
jumped.  He was watching me.  He raised his torso a bit and when I opened
my mouth...he lowered his dick into it.  I almost gagged from the
size...but with all that red hair tickling my face, I sucked up, onto his
cock and he moaned again.  He slowly began to push in and then pull back.
He was enjoying the motion.  I was enjoying the motion he was giving me as
well.  At one point, I pushed his head back.

     "You're getting me to close to the edge, Delmar...take it easy for a
minute."

     "OK," he responded and began to lick my scrotum.  It felt fantastic.

     Suddenly, with out advanced notice, he grabbed me and both of us
rolled over to his side of the bed.  I was now on top and he was
underneath.  The switch came so quickly that I clamped down on his cock
with my teeth.  He moaned...

      "Damn, that felt good," he whispered... "Do it again."

     I bore down on his rod with my teeth a little and sort of chomped up
and down his shaft.  He threw his head back again and moaned.

     "I'll give you a couple of hours to stop doing that," he said.

     "Doesn't it hurt," I asked.

     "Hell no," he responded, "I love the pressure."

     I chewed down on it again.  I have to admit...that I enjoyed the
feeling from my end and every time I bore down on his shaft, he moaned a
little louder.

     Pulling my cock out of his mouth, he patted my back and said, "sit up
and lean straight perpendicular to my face.  I was amazed he even knew the
word perpendicular...but I did as he asked and he took his tongue and
rimmed my sphincter...first kind of rough like until it was sufficiently
wet and then with little touches with the tip of his tongue...around the
area.  The intensity was almost more than I could stand.  It was like time
stood still as he teased the pucker and then pushed his tongue as deep
inside as he could.  He then put his hands on my back and pushed me forward
over him again and started sucking me again.  He used his right hand to
tease and tickle my balls and with his left hand...first wetting it in his
mouth...put it on the opening of my orifice and slowly pushed in.

      He felt for my prostate gland and began to massage it with his finger
tip.  I could feel the flow of pre-cum building up as every stimuli on my
gland produced an evacuation of seminal fluid.  My body began to quiver as
if a low charge of electricity was flowing through it.  My prostate was
pulsating and the rings of tissue that comprised my sphincters were
spasming.  My penis was swelling as an ejaculation was building at break
neck speed...and then as if the electrical current had been turned to
maximum...I had an orgasm that was so intense and electrifying that I
screamed out.  I shot a huge load and then a couple of seconds later, shot
another and finally a third.  All the sex organs with in my body were
chiming like finger nails on a chalk board.  I moaned again and lunged back
on his finger in my ass.  Quickly, I pulled out of his mouth and in a
vertical position...grabbed my dick and began to stroke it to get the last
drop out of it.  He had pulled his finger out of me and was licking my
balls and patting my back.  I dribbled a few more drops of semen and then
fell over on my side to catch my breath.

        He patted the side of my butt and said, "You done good."  I
continued to pant until my breathing improved and my heart rate slowed.

     "Stay here," I said as I got up and ran into the restroom.  I took a
quick piss to relieve the pressure on my bladder and to clear the track.
Grabbing a towel and a tube of hand lotion...I returned to the bed and told
him to get up on his hands and knees.

     As he did so, I rubbed the lotion onto his penis and putting a few
drops on his anus...I pushed my finger deep inside.  He groaned and
wiggled...obviously enjoying the process.  I put the towel under the area
where his cock was hanging and began to stroke it with the lotion.  He got
super hard again, instantly and when my finger hit his prostate.  He fired.
Copious amounts of semen jettisoned from his penis as he squirmed and
panted.

     I felt a little guilty.  He had spent nearly an hour getting me slowly
stimulated for a intense orgasm and I had given him about ten minutes of
the same treatment...but he was happy with the results and seemed not to
care about the time differences.  I handed him the towel to wipe the semen
residue from his lower anatomy.  He dropped it to the floor as he climbed
back into bed and turned on his right side...scooting back, next to me as
close as he could get.  I threw my hand over his waist and pulled him into
me.  That was the last thing I recalled until morning.

			  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

       The sun was shining through the crack at the top of the window
curtain.  I sat up.  Delmar was gone.  Evidently, he got up early and
dressed, letting himself out quietly.  I didn't even hear the door click
when he exited.  I checked my pillow case and found my wallet and keys
still in place.  I checked my luggage and found nothing missing.  The
pewter candle holders were still on the little table by the window.
Nothing looked like it had been disturbed.  Odd person, I thought.

     I got up and took a hot shower and washed my hair thoroughly.  It is
unkind to suggest it...but I did not want to carry any lice or unseemly
characters on my body.  Jeans seemed appropriate for hiking the Turley
trail today...and a light colored shirt.  I put on tennis shoes with white
socks, brushed my teeth and headed toward the diner.  Many of the same
people were here this morning that had been here last night.

      This was the tourist season so I was not surprised to see a lot of
people out so early on a Sunday morning.  At the diner, I order coffee and
a Danish and sat at the counter to eat.  As I was looking over a brochure
about Vermont highlights...a hand came to rest on my shoulder.  I turned
and there was Delmar all dressed up in a neat short sleeve shirt and dress
slacks.

     "Hey guy," I said to him.  "You're out and about awfully early for a
Sunday."

     "Church," he said... "Come go with me."

     "Oh...well thanks Delmar, but I am sort of uncomfortable in big crowds
where I don't know the people," I answered back.  I didn't want to tell him
that I wanted to get away from him for a while.

     "Isn't a big crowd," he said, "Maybe fifty.  Come go with me...I think
you'll be pleasantly surprised."

     "Don't tell me they pass snakes around in the service," I said."

     "Good one," he said, slapping me across the shoulders.  "We quit that
last month when the preacher got bit...and died before the service was
over."

      I could not tell if he was joking or serious.  I got up and followed
him to the east side of the little town.  There was a little white church,
well kept and nicely groomed lawn.  He took a hold of my elbow and guided
me through the door.  The service had not yet started.  He introduced me to
his parents who were very pleasant and welcomed me warmly...as did all the
others that I met.  Delmar was very cordial with everyone he spoke to.  I
was impressed.  These folks could have been from my own home town.  It made
me feel a little guilty about prejudging.  The setting felt like something
out of Mayberry RFD.  The singing was pleasant, the sermon civil and
thoughtful, and at the end, the minister greeted everyone at the door as
they left.  It was not at all what I had expected.

     "What you doing after church," Delmar asked me?

     I did not want to tell him that I was going to go hiking at Turley so
I crossed my fingers while my hand was in my pocket and told him that I was
going to make some telephone calls and bring my journal up to date.

       "That sounds dull as dust to me," he said.  "Come home with me and
have lunch with us."

     "Oh, I couldn't impose on your family like that Delmar," I responded.

     "No imposition at all," he stated emphatically.  "Mom was the one who
suggested it...come on, you're having lunch with us."

     I was not sure that I could do this.  I did not know this family even
though I had had a great sexual experience with Delmar last night.  I
probably would be walking into some run down shack with cat's laying all
over the furniture and a week of dirty dishes stacked on all the flat
kitchen surfaces.

    "No, you are too kind," I said..."but I really have to tend to my needs
back at the motor inn."

     "Well, if you must...but at least come walk with me to the house...I
want you to see where it is...in case you would want to see me again about
some more antiques."

     "Alright," I agreed.  At least I could do that.

     At the end of the next block sat a brown, shingled Salt box style home
with a picket fence around the yard and a rose arbor over the front gate.
The yard was immaculately groomed and the flower beds had had hours of
loving care spread upon them.  I was so surprised.  A light wind could have
knocked me over.

    "Delmar, this isn't where you live, is it," I questioned.

     "Sure is," he smiled proudly.  "This is home."

     His mother came down from the front porch in the same dress she had
worn to church but with a over the shoulder apron.  She could have passed
for `Aunt Bea' on Andy of Mayberry.

     "Bless your heart...you accepted Delmar's invitation," she said.  " We
were so hoping you would come to lunch with us."

      I was flabbergasted as I tried to explain that I had other
commitments and had to get back to the motor inn.

     "Nonsense," she said, "Can't it wait until after a bite of lunch.
Then you can go back and get some rest and tend to your agenda."

     She took me by the hand and led me onto the porch and into the house.
I was amazed.  The house was a traditional New England Salt Box with wood
beams at the ceiling and braided rugs on hard wood floors.  A big fireplace
dominated the feature wall and the house was furnished in cozy antique
style pieces.  I was surprised at how clean everything looked.  This was no
shack with a weeks worth of dirty dishes stacked on all the flat surfaces.
In fact, it could have rivaled my own mother's house for cleanliness.

     A tall, handsome man came down the stairs and walked over to shake my
hand.

     I'm Bill Dollar," he said.  You've met Mrs. Dollar.  Her name is
Georgia...and I call her my peach."

     Mrs. Dollar blushed and waved her hand away from her body as she
chuckled and went back to the kitchen.  I thought to myself...and so they
named their son Delmar Dollar...what could they have been thinking.

     "So Delmar sold you the pewter candle sticks, huh," he asked.

     "Yes sir, he did," I answered.  " I hope that was OK."

     "Yeah, it was fine," he said... "We'd had them in the store for a long
time.  They needed to have a nice home."

     "I'm sure they will look nice in my townhouse," I replied.

     So...what'd you say your name was again," Mr. Dollar asked?

     "Oh, sorry," I said, "I'm Ben Ezra Jacobson."

     "Ben Ezra," he repeated back to me... "Ben Ezra, huh...your parent
must have had a sense of humor."
      I chuckled.  He's kidding right.  As I looked into Mr. Dollar's face,
he burst out laughing.

     "Got ya," he said...and laughed again.  "I could tell when we were
talking that you wondered what kind of people would name their son Delmar
Dollar...right?"

     "Well sir, the thought had fleetingly crossed my mind," I grinned
back.

     "His name is William Thomas Dollar...after me and his grandfather.
The Delmar was a nick name given him by his grandpa when he was a little
kid and it just sort of stuck.

     Delmar was listening with acute interest.  He was grinning from ear to
ear.

     "You're not the first person dad has teased about names," he said.
"It runs in the family."

     Mrs. Dollar served chicken and dumplings for lunch with mashed
potatoes, fried apples, and slaw.  It was great...not what I expected at
all.  The Dollars were just good and ordinary people like everyone else I
have known.  Guess you could say I relearned a lesson about not judging
people by first impressions.

Although I had planned on leaving early...I stayed the rest of the
afternoon.  They asked me about my family and my line of work.  When I said
I was a college professor...they smiled and nodded...but were not overly
impressed.  These people just accepted everyone at face value.  I was
comfortable in their presence.

     "Ben...why don't you check out of your motel and stay here a few days
with us.  It will save you some money...and we would enjoy your company,"
Mrs. Dollar suggested.

     "Thank you ma'am, you are too kind, but I don't want to impose.
Besides, I planned on spending the next few days exploring Turley and the
Turley trail."

     Mr. Dollar spoke up, "That's fine son, you can do all of that...but if
we get you out of the motel...it will save you some money...and Georgia is
right...we would like to get to know you better.  We're new to you, we
know...but you are safe here with us...and Delmar has taken a liking to
you.  He doesn't make friends easily.  It would be good for him."
      I did not know what to say.  Common sense told me that one does not
just make up to a family in one day and go stay with them...but they seemed
so down to earth and genuine.  This would either be a good decision or the
most foolish thing I ever entertained.

     "Come with me Ben," Mrs. Dollar said...and taking my hand, she lead me
up the stairs to the second level.  The house was a true Salt Box.  There
were two bedrooms upstairs.  Delmar was on the east and the second one was
on the west.  The fireplace chimney came up through the center of the house
and both bedrooms had a fireplace facing the foot of the bed.  The two
rooms had an adjoining door on the far side of the fireplace and a door to
the hall way with access to a small bathroom.  The ceilings were wood, all
in a natural finish.  And only the mantles above the fireplaces were
painted.  It was country charm at it's best.

     "You could sleep here in the guest room," she said.  " The door at the
end there by the fireplace, opens to Delmar's room.  He usually leaves it
open for better air flow...but you can close it for privacy if you wish."

     She pointed to the chair by the fire place.  "Sit down for a minute,
Dear."

     I sat and she sitting at the foot of the bed, took my hand.  "Delmar
likes you, Ben.  He hasn't had many friends since he was a kid.  About age
twelve...most of his guy friends started going in other directions...if you
get what I am saying.  He has been lonely for many years...and then you
come to town and he, all of a sudden, seems happier than he has been in
ages.  I don't want to embarrass you...but I know why he is so happy right
now.  Stay with us.., until you have to leave the area.  It would mean a
lot to him.  It's good to see him cheerful for a change."

     She released my hand when she saw me blush.  " I hope I haven't been
too forward," she said.

     "Not at all," Mrs. Dollar.  "I commend your love for your son."

     "Then you will come stay with us for a few days," she asked?

     "Yes ma'am," I said, "I'll come stay a few days."

      "Thank you," she said, as she hugged me and then led me back to the
stairs.
                                          .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

      "If you want a shower before bed time Ben...now is your chance.  You
go first and I will grab one when you are done," he said to me.

     "If you don't mind, that would be great," I answered back.

      It seemed like it took a bit of time for the hot water to reach the
upstairs.  When it did, I hopped into the shower.  There was a bar of white
soap with green streaks in it.  It smelled very manly.  I grabbed the soap
and began to lather up my body.  How good the hot water felt as it cascaded
over my face and ran down my body.  I hurried so the hot water would not be
all gone.  Sticking my head out the shower door, I hollered at
Delmar...that I would leave the water running so he would not have to start
the flow all over again.  He came around the corner, naked as a Jay Bird
and we traded places.  I continued to dry myself with particular attention
to getting my hair combed just right.  I could tell Delmar was watching me
through the glass.

     " Pride goeth before a fall," he said...and chuckled as my face turned
red.

     I stepped away from the mirror so there would be room for him to open
the shower door.  I handed him a large bath towel and helped him dry his
back.  He turned facing me and said, "You want to dry my front?"

     I laughed and grabbed his towel and began to dry him off on the front
side.  When I got to his groin...he was already at `full mast.'  In the
light from the bathroom mirror, I could see that he was really a very
handsome man.  The red hair might turn some people off but what I had
earlier thought to be carrot top red was in fact more of a shaded ginger
color.  He smiled at me as my eyes roamed over his naked body.

     "Do you like what you are seeing," he asked?

     I blushed, "you know," I said, " I do.  I didn't realize how really
handsome you are."

    He laughed at me, "Go on," he said, "I'm not handsome...but I hope I am
not ugly to you."

     "What ever would make you think that," I asked?

      "Well, when I was kid...before puberty...I had a lot of friends.
Then when we all started getting pubic hair and hard on's...and our voices
got deeper...my friends started getting interested in other things and I
got left behind," he said.

      "You mean like dating girls," I asked?

     "Right," he answered back, "I like girls, but I never dated any.  My
interests lay elsewhere."

      "Guys," I said.

     "Yeah," he responded.

     "Well Delmar...if it is any comfort to you...my story is similar to
yours except I grew up in a university town...and college students were
always coming and going.  There were plenty of gay guys to be friends
with...and my parents always supported my interests.  My dad always said
that you are who you are."

     Delmar cast his eyes to the floor.  "My parents know that I like what
I like too.  My mother has always been supportive and at first my dad hoped
I would change...but the more time I spent alone...the more he realized
that that was not going to happen.  He supports me now...but every once in
awhile I hear him tell mom that he had hoped someday to have
grandchildren."

     " You're an only child then," I asked.

     "I had a brother.  He had Down's Syndrome...a sweet little guy.  He
died one night in his sleep when he was seven years old.  We knew that was
a possibility.  He had some breathing problems.  Despite all we did to make
him comfortable...he slipped away quietly and alone...while we were all
asleep.  Mom and Dad had a hard time with it for awhile...but they realized
that his suffering was over.  We had to move on.  Time has eased the
sorrow."

    There were tears running down his cheeks.  I took the towel that I was
using to dry him and blotted his face.

    "Thanks," he said...and walked into his bedroom.  The breeze coming
through his windows was nice.  He laid down on his bed and I went over and
laid down next to him.  Neither of us spoke for a few minutes...we just
held hands.
      Delmar turned over and switched off the light on the bed side table.
The room plunged into total darkness.  He rolled back over and faced me.
Raising his hand, he touched the side of my face, moved his hand over the
bridge of my nose, down my chin, across my neck and then my shoulders and
placed his hand in the middle of my chest.

     "Ben, you feel so good.  I've dreamed for a long time that a nice
person like you would cross my path...and I would have a few days to spend
with him before he disappeared from my life forever."

     I reached out and pulled him into a full embrace...and planted a kiss
on his lips.  He responded back with the same fervor.  I held him tight for
a long time.

     "Delmar, it is true that at some point, I will have to return to my
job at the university...but I won't be disappearing from your life
forever," I said.  We can call each other, and write notes.  You can email
me everyday if you choose to," I said.

     "No I can't Ben," I don't have a computer."

     "The library does.  I will show you how to access it," I offered.

     "Ben, I only went as far as high school.  I don't have any college
training behind me," he said.  "Technology is really confusing to me."

     "Don't feel sorry for yourself bud, as fast as it is moving, sometimes
it confuses me.  I can show you how to do emailing.  If you have problems
with it...surely the librarian can help you," I suggested.

     "She'll think I am as dumb as a box of rocks," he said...laughing.

     "Who cares what she thinks.  She is there to serve the public.  Give
her a chance to do so," I answered back.

     "You think," he said.

     "I know," I asserted.

      "Ok," he said, "I'm going to trust you on this."

     I hugged him again.  He rolled over on top of me and planted a big
kiss on my lips.  I reciprocated in kind.  He moved down and kissed my
chest then with his tongue, lightly licked my nipples.  It really aroused
me.  He continued downward until he had his mouth around my penis.

     "Do you think we should lock the door," I asked.  "what if your
parents should happen to walk in on us?"

     "They won't," he responded.

     "Are you perfectly sure," I asked.

     "Yes," he said.  "They told me a long time ago...that if I brought
anyone home...I was on my own...unless the house caught on fire."  He
laughed.

      He went back down on me and gave me chills with the sensations I was
feeling.

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     I woke up just about the time the sun cracked the horizon.  Delmar was
snuggled up next to me.  I had to smile.  All that red hair against a white
pillow case.  I thought he was beautiful.  He opened his eyes and smiled.
Smiling back, I leaned over and kissed him.

     "Mmmmm," I'll give you an hour to quit that," he said.

     Throwing the sheet back...I could see that he was rock hard.  I leaned
over and put my lips around it and slid down on it.  He lay back and just
enjoyed the movement.  As if he was already primed and ready...it only took
a few minutes for him to ejaculate a load into the back of my throat.  I
watched as he begin to grow soft.

     "You know," I suggested, "if you wanted me to, I could trim all that
red hair for you a bit and make it more even.

     "Do it," he said.  "There's a pair of scissors in the drawer of the
table."

      "Better yet," I responded, " I have a trimmer tool in my suitcase.
Let me grab it."

     I went through the far side door into my room.  It was obvious that I
had not slept there last night.  I threw the covers back, laid down on the
bed and squirmed around to mess up the sheets.  With my fist, I punched the
pillow for a head mark and got up.  Now it had some semblance of having
been slept in.  Grabbing my trimmer and a large towel...I went back into
his bedroom and had him raise up so I could slip the towel under him.  With
the electric trimmer, I cut his pubic hair back to a half inch, shaved his
perineum and balls and trimmed the hair around his rectum.  When I was
done, he got up and straddled the towel and brushed the loose hair off his
body.  He grabbed the towel and raising the screen on his window...held the
towel out the window and shook it vigorously.

     "Got to get rid of the evidence," he said.

      I chuckled.

     We could hear Mrs. Dollar call up the stairs, "Breakfast in twenty
minutes, boys."  I thought, I am twenty three years old and Delmar is
twenty years old...yet to her, we are still her boys.  I grinned all the
way down the stairs.

     "Ben, dear, are you still going to Turley today," She asked.

      "Yes Ma'am, I am," I said.

     "Will we see you for supper then?"

     "Yes, I should be back about 4:00 PM...maybe sooner, depending how the
photo shoot goes," I responded.

     "That's good.  I am cooking a beef roast for supper with potatoes,
carrots and onions...and a gooseberry pie for dessert," she said...with a
big smile.

     "That sure sounds good," I replied.  " My mom fixes that a couple
times a year when I am home."

     "You should give me her address," said Mrs. Dollar, "We might be able
to share some recipes."

      "I will," I said.  "She would be pleased to hear from you."

     Delmar was working at the store all day.  I waved good bye to him when
I dropped him off...and drove the twenty five miles to Turley.  Although it
had been five years ago that Derek and I were there...the road to the
campground was as familiar as if it had just been last month.  I parked my
car in the visitor parking lot, grabbed my back pack and camera with a
couple of large bottles of water in the back pack...and started out for the
natural bridge.

     The summer colors were changing from the lighter shades of yellow
green to the darker shades of summer.  I got some good snap shots of wild
flowers along the path.  After walking about a half mile, I came upon the
natural bridge.  Since being here last time, a couple of scenic overlooks
had been built on either side for photographers.  It seems that fame had
caught up with the park.  The sun over my shoulder in the east made
pictures on that side easy to take...but when I walked to the over look on
the other side, the sun in my face was not suitable for photos.  I shot
photos from below the arch and on top.

     A new trail sign indicated another scenic overlook two miles farther
south.  I looked at my cell phone.  The time was 9:30 AM.  Grabbing my
camera and back pack...I started south.  The day couldn't have been nicer
for a hike.  The air temperature was still cool and there were no clouds
over head.  A short ways down the trail...I saw a huge owl sitting on an
upper limb of a dead tree.  I got several snap shots before it got tired of
my presence and flew away.

     At the end of the two mile trail south, there was another new scenic
outlook.  It was on a bluff over looking a beautiful ravine full of trees
and a stream.  The wood was still new and smelled of fresh cedar stain.

     "Good Morning," a voice said behind me.  I turned to find a deputy
sheriff standing there.  "You visiting the area," he asked?

     "I am," I said.  " A friend and I were here on a tour of New England
five years ago...and I came back to get some photos."

      "Where you from," he asked.

     "Illinois," I answered.

     "You been here long," he asked?

     I was curious why he was questioning me.  "I arrived on Saturday and
have been staying with some friends in Enosburg Falls," I said.

     "How long you visiting the area," he asked?

     "Don't know for sure...may be a week or so, why," I asked?

     "No particular reason," he said.  "We've had some problems over the
last couple of years with Turley Park becoming a meeting place for people."

     He reached down and adjusted his hardware.  Oh no...I thought...I am
not going to get caught up in that.  With a dead pan face...I looked him
straight in the eyes and said, "I wouldn't want my wife and kids exposed to
that."

     "Oh, your family is with you," he said.

     "Sure are," I lied, "They are suppose to meet me here with my sister
and her family any time now."

     "That sounds like an excellent idea," he said.  "My regards to your
family...hope you have a great day, sir."

     He started back towards the north from where I had just come.

     I wondered if he was actually cruising or if he was part of a sting.
Any way...I was not going to stick around to see.  There was another trail
sign that said WHITE DOVE FALLS 1.5 miles and it pointed west.  After a
drink of bottle water...I set out.  The trail began to climb.  There were
frequent steps built from logs and posts.  It took me another hour to get
there.  When I checked my phone for the time, it was nearly 11:00 AM.
There was another scenic outlook built of new cedar.  I had some packaged
lunch meat and cheese and a small container of crackers.  I would eat a bit
of lunch now in case there was not a suitable place to do so later on the
trail back.  The sun was almost straight over head and it was a bit warm on
the deck.  I walked to the side and stepped on the flat rocks down and
around...and found a large flat rock underneath.  This would make a good
place to eat.  Afterwards, I stretched out on the stone and
 closed my eyes for just a minute.

      There were foot steps on the cedar deck over my head.  I lay very
still.

     Two men were talking to each other.  "Didn't I tell you the view was
great," said one guy in tan shorts and a white tee shirt.  I could see
right up his shorts from where he was standing.  He was hiking commando.

     "You're right," said the other...this is a cool place...and no one
around for miles."

      "What did I tell you...what did I tell you," tan shorts said.

     His friend was wearing cut off blue jeans and a pale blue shirt.  He
pulled his pant leg up and flopped out a big hairy cock.  "This would be a
great place to have some fun...and if anyone climbed up the trail...we
could see them 500 feet away.

     Tan shorts went over and started fondling blue shorts.  He dropped to
his knees and began sucking blue short's dick.  "Take those damn things
off...quick."

     Blue shorts dropped his cut offs and pulled his blue tee shirt over
his head.  He was beautiful.  Both looked like they might have been
eighteen or nineteen.  Tan shorts dropped his shorts and took off his white
tee shirt.  One laid down on the deck and the other straddled him for a bit
of 69 fun.  In a matter of seconds, they had a rhythm going...both of them
groaning in erotic bliss.  This went on for ten or fifteen minutes.  The
one underneath crawled out from under his partner and crawled around behind
him.  He spit on his hand and stroked his own dick and then with some of
the saliva...lubed the other's sphincter and started to push in.  When he
was all the way in..he started hammering his ass.  The receiver was yelping
with delight.  "Harder," he said...and then he said, "come on man...deeper
and harder...if you want to make me cum.  The one behind was panting and
sweating profusely.  "I think I'm going
 to cum," he said to the guy in front who was now jacking his own cock as
his partner was pushing in deeper and faster.  "Me too...in just a couple
more seconds."

       "FREEZE," called an authoritative voice.  "You're both under
arrest!"

     It was too late.  Both men exploded in ejaculations...only to be
grabbed by the neck and shoulders by three deputy sheriffs...and pulled
apart, their penises dripping semen everywhere.  One of the deputy sheriffs
was the one who had spoken to me.  I lay very still...and watched.  Both
men were handcuffed.  One deputy grabbed the men's clothing but did not let
them put anything on.

     "Can we have our shirts and shorts back," one asked.

     "Nope," said the deputy... "your going to the jail just like you are."

     "Tell you what we will do," said the deputy sheriff.  "You can pay
your fine right here, if you want?"

     "Yeah," said one of the men. "How much?"

     "Well, I'll tell you what we'll do," he said with a grin on his face.
"We'll hand cuff you to the railing...and then we each get to butt-fuck you
both...and we will call it even."

     "How do we know you will keep your end of the bargain," the other man
asked?

     "You will have to trust us," he said.  "After all, how could we
prosecute you for something we did our selves."

     "I don't like the idea," said the first man.

     "Tough," said the other deputy, "because you are ours...like it or
not."

     The third deputy took some KY lube out of his back pack.  They
handcuffed the two young men to the railings middle rail so they could not
stand up straight.

     "Now if either of you kick or give us any shit...we will be obliged to
beat you with our night sticks...you got it?"

     For the next twenty minutes...the three officers sexually molested the
prisoners.  When the last had shot his load into the young men, they
cleaned themselves off, pulled themselves together and pulled the prisoners
arms behind their backs and reattached the hand cuffs.

     "Aren't you going to let us go now," one asked.

     "Can't," said one of the deputies, "you propositioned us for sex...we
have to take you in," he said.  The other deputies laughed.

     "You know very good and well that we did no such thing," one of the
young men said.

     "Sonny, the law is always right and we are the law" he said as he got
up, into the young man's face.

     They took the two guys down the trail and I heard a motor start up.
Evidently they had some kind of all terrain vehicle that they loaded their
prisoners into...and started down some kind of tote road.

      I waited a few minutes and then crawled out from beneath the cedar
over look.  It appeared like the trail was empty.  It only took me half the
time to return to my car as it had to come out because on the flat
surfaces...I jogged.  There were other cars in the parking lot...and people
leaving and coming back on the trail.  My car had blended in.

     I got in behind the wheel, started the engine and drove into Turley.
There was no sign of the deputy sheriffs.  I asked a lady on the street,
where the nearest police department was.  She said the closest one was
Enosburg Falls.  That was where Delmar lived.  When I pulled into the
Dollars drive way, they were all at home.  I went in and found them
watching the evening news.

     "Sorry I am late," I said.  "I just witnessed a crime."

     Mr. Dollar turned off the television and asked me to tell them about
it.  I related how I had observed two gay men being physically and sexually
assaulted by three deputy sheriff's.

     "That's a pretty serious accusation, Ben," he said.

     "I told you so.., I told you so," said Delmar.  "This is not the first
time it has happened."

     "You saw this for yourself Ben...when you were hiking the Turley
Trail," Mrs. Dollar asked?

     "Yes, Ma'am," I said, "I saw it with my own eyes."

         "They will go before a judge probably tomorrow morning," said
Mr. Dollar.  "The local prosecutor is Lucas Alworthy.  He is an honest man.
So is the judge...I've known them both for years."

      "How can we get my information to them... to help those boys," I
asked.

     "That's the trouble Ben...with out a couple of witnesses...they would
not be able to accept the word of just one person...regardless how
reputable he or she was."

     "I have proof," Mr. Dollar.  I reached into my back pack and pulled
out my video cam.  I don't know why I put it into my back pack this
morning...but I did at last minute."

     "Can we plug that into your lap top and see what it shows," he asked.

     "Yes," I said, "We certainly can."

     As I was coming down the stairs with my laptop in hand, I heard
Mr. Dollar say to Mrs. Dollar..."Georgia, this probably is something you
shouldn't see.  Why don't you go do something else."

     "Not on your tin type, Bill," she said... "If you can see it...then
I'm going to watch it too."

     " I think that is not a good idea, Georgia."

     "Bill...that's enough.  I'm staying."  He looked at her and grinned.
She had made up his mind.

     With the camcorder cord, I plugged the video into my computer and hit
the down load button.  The sound was excellent.  The video was looking
through the cracks between the cedar decking and we caught only bits and
pieces...but it was clear enough to leave no doubt what had happened.

     "Ben...can you email video clips like that with your computer,"
Mr. Dollar asked?

     "I think so.  I haven't done it...but I think it is possible."


      "I'll call Lucas and sort of see if we can attend the hearing if it
is held tomorrow.  He doesn't need to know anything more about it than
that," Mr. Dollar advised us.

     He left the house and went down to the store to make the
call...wanting to give the air of just being a curiosity seeker.

                                            .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     "Hey Lucas...Bill Dollar here.  My boy Delmar saw some deputies
bringing some young men into the jail this after noon.  I was curious if
they were any of our citizens," he asked."

     "Hey Bill...you know I'm not supposed to discuss these kind of things
with Enosburg citizenry.  It could sway a trial...if there was to be one,"
he replied.

     "I know Lucas...but Delmar said it looked like they entered the jail
naked"

     He laughed... "Well, they kinda...did.  Once they were booked...they
gave them their clothes back.  The deputy who arrested them said that they
stripped off their clothes and propositioned the deputy sheriffs...wanting
money to get away."

     "Lucas...you and I both know that Sampson Whitley is a pervert.  Do
you think those boys would have propositioned him and two other deputies."

     "Now calm yourself Bill," he answered back, "we all know what Whitley
is like...but the others are supporting his story."

     "So what we going to do about it Lucas," Mr. Dollar asked?

     "Nothing tonight, Bill.  You sure are getting awfully upset about
something that hasn't gone before the judge yet...you say that Delmar
witnessed them being brought in...was he out at Turley when they were
arrested?"

     "No Lucas," Mr. Dollar responded, "he worked at the store all day with
his mom and me.  But you know how he gets so upset with people who are
underdogs and victims of other peoples cruelty."

     "Yeah...he takes it kind of personal doesn't he."



      "Yah, he does Lucas...it's because he has always been an underdog
himself," Bill answered back.

     "You can come watch the boys going before the judge if you want to
tomorrow Bill...but probably best not to bring Delmar.  We don't want him
going off on the judge," he laughed.

    "Right," said Mr. Dollar, " Thanks Lucas...see you tomorrow."

                                              .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     Delmar lay on my bed, naked.  "What can we do to help those boys
tomorrow, Ben," he asked?

     "We can't do anything tomorrow, Delmar...because we can't go.  Your
dad is the only one that the prosecutor gave permission to attend."

     "That sucks," he said.  "I was looking forward to you getting up and
flashing that video cam at the deputies...and watching them squirm."

     "You've been watching too many Perry Mason reruns on television," I
said...laughing at his facial expressions.

     "Well, what are we going to do," he asked?

    "Bide our time," that's what we are going to do, "bide our time."

     I turned off the light, stepped out of my clothes and crawled into
bed, naked, next to Delmar.

     He turned towards me and grabbed my dick... "Ok gay boy...I am the
local deputy sheriff and I'm going to fuck your ass."

    "I laughed, "Promise," I said.

     "Roll over on your stomach and see for yourself," he replied...kissing
the side of my face.

    "OK, sheriff," but be gentle."  I laughed... as I rolled over onto my
stomach.


      The next morning when the phone rang...it was the prosecuting
attorney, on the answering machine. "Bill, the Judge has given you and the
family permission to attend the initial appearance of the two queer boys
before the judge.  Thought you would like to know.  Beep. Beep.  Beep.

     "Bill, that didn't sound like Lucas to me..." said Mrs. Dollar... "The
poor man must be coming down with a cold."

     "Lucas likes a stiff drink now and then...maybe he tied one on last
night," Mr. Dollar responded. "Any way...he said we can go and observe.  I
think we should do it.  You want to go with us Ben," he asked.

     "Sure...that would be interesting," I said.

     When we got down to the court house...the sheriff would't let us in.
"Sorry folks...public not admitted to these kind of hearings."

     "But the prosecutor called and said we could attend," Mr. Dollar
protested.

     "Just a minute...Bill," he said...and went into the court house.
Lucas came out on the steps.

     "Lucas...we got your message that we could attend this morning and the
sheriff is saying we can't...what gives," Mr. Dollar asked.

     "Bill, I didn't call your house this morning and leave any messages,"
he said.  I've been here at the courthouse since early morning.

     "You sure," he asked.

     "Yeah...I would have let you in...I didn't know the sheriff would
block it," he said.

     "Damn peculiar Lucas," Mr. Dollar complained, "Come by the house when
you can...and we will play the answering machine message for you."

     "Will do, Bill...I gotta go back inside right now.  Talk to you this
afternoon."

     "What do you suppose that was all about, Bill," said Mrs. Dollar to
her
  husband?

     "I don't know...but we had better get home right away."

     When they stepped out of the car...they knew something was wrong.  The
front door was standing wide open.  Inside...they found that the telephone
answering machine had been erased...and my laptop computer and video camera
were gone.

     "We have been had," I said.

     "Who ever came into the house...knew what they were looking for,"
Mr. Dollar answered back.  He called the sheriff's department and told them
that they had been robbed.  The person on the other end said that they
would send a deputy sheriff over as soon as he was free.

                                         .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     Mr. and Mrs. Dollar filed a report with the deputy sheriff.  It was
obvious from his appearance that he was only going through the motions.
They were sure the report was dead on arrival with the police department.
They wanted me to stay and file a report as well...but I was too pissed off
to stick around and file a report with the very person who might have been
the perpetrator.

     "I'm going to go for a walk and cool off," I had told them.  Delmar
had asked if I wanted him to come along with me...but I declined.  "Thanks
buddy...but I need to let off some steam...and that is better done by
myself."

     It was later in the evening when I walked back to the Salt Box house.

     "Where did you go," Delmar asked me.

     "Just walked around town and went to some of the stores to browse," I
said.  Walking is a good way to distress."

      Delmar leaned close to me and said, " I know a better way and it is a
lot more fun."

     "You're probably right," I replied...patting him on the butt."
      We sat up and watched a late movie.  Around midnight Delmar and I
went upstairs to bed.  He was showering while I wrote in my journal.
Afterwards, I took a hot shower and walked into his room.  He pulled the
covers back and I slipped in after turning out the light.  He scooted close
to me.  Damn he smelled good.  He took the lead and kissed me and rubbed my
back and shoulders.  The stress just sort of melted away.

                                         .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

       The sun was shining in my face when I looked over at the clock on
the table.  It was 10:30 AM.  I turned and Delmar was already up and gone.
Pulling on clothes as quickly as I could...I headed for the stairs.  Down
stairs there were a group of the Dollar's friends and neighbors in the
dinning room having coffee and conversing excitedly over a bit of local
news.

     "Ben...come have some coffee," said Mrs. Dollar.  "We are all so
excited and amazed."

     "What has happened," I asked?

     "The Federal Marshal is here in town.  The sheriff and all of his
deputies have been fired from the sheriff's department...and then
arrested," she said excitedly.

     "Yes," said one of the neighbors, "It's the biggest piece of news to
hit Enosburg Falls in fifty years."

     "Seventy Five years," said another.

     Delmar pulled me down into a chair next to him.  "Who ever stole your
computer and camcorder... destroyed them.  They found pieces of both at the
city land fill.  They looked like they had been crushed with a bulldozer.
But even so...the video you shot at Turley appeared on the prosecutor's and
judge's computers this morning.  The judge called the Fed's and they were
here at 9:00 AM to arrest the sheriff, his deputies and to fire their
asses."

     "Delmar," said Mrs. Dollar, "Please...such language.

     "Sorry Mom," he said as he slapped me on the back and danced around
his chair.

       "The two guys that were being held...were released a few minutes
later," Delmar continued.  "I bet there will be a big law suit over that
breach of justice."

     "You are probably right," I agreed.

     "Well, it is a miracle that it happened the way that it did," said
Mr. Dollar, "but I have to admit...it sure didn't turn out like I
expected."

     The excitement continued for a few more hours and then the crowd
slowly dispersed.  Mrs. Dollar set about serving some sandwiches and chips.
It tasted good.  Outside of a cup of coffee...I had not eaten anything
since yesterday.

                                            .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     The week end came upon us before we knew it.  I had become attached to
Delmar and he persuaded me to stay on another eight days.  It was with a
heavy heart that I said good bye to the Dollar family and headed home.
Half way through my journey...happened to notice my flash drive wrapped in
a paper receipt from the public library in Enosburg Falls.  It was laying
in the coin holder of my car.  I picked it up and smiled.  Giving it a
small kiss...put it back in the coin holder and drove on down the road for
home.


EPILOG

      Delmar learned that he could navigate around a computer with the help
of the Enosburg Falls librarian.  We emailed back and forth and spoke on
the phone every day or so for the next school year.  I laid out of teaching
for summer semester again that next summer and he flew to Illinois and
spent a month with me at my townhouse.  One evening I had a party for him
for his birthday and invited some of my long time friends...to attend.  One
of my guests was Jacob Oliver, a beautiful black haired, blue eyed guy who
had studied to be an athletic coach.  He and Delmar spent a great deal of
time talking with one another.  I think they both were smitten with one
another.  After a month, Delmar returned to Vermont.  He and Jacob phoned
and corresponded for six months when Jacob decided to move to Vermont.  He
found a coaching position with a well known university there...and Delmar
came to live with him.  They have been together for three years and seem
very happy in one another's company.  It is gratifying to see people you
love find happiness.  B.E.J.