Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 20:22:15 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 68, GM College, High School

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Chapter Sixty Eight – The Interrogation

I was still daydreaming about Rick, when Mark sat down next to me.  "A
penny for your thoughts," he said, grinning at me.

I looked over at Mark, trying to focus on him.  "What?"  I hadn't really
heard his question.

Mark laughed.  "You were so obviously not here, I was curious what you were
thinking about."

I blushed as I remembered what I was thinking about.  "I was thinking about
the last time I saw Rick in his Speedo swimsuit, and what we were doing in
the pool that day."

Mark said, "It must've been good, because you're falling out of your
swimsuit."

I looked down, and sure enough, I was very hard and standing straight up.
My Speedo bikini swimsuit just wasn't made to hide much; as you can
imagine, I was on full display for all to see!

Mark laughed and said, "It looks like you need some relief there, buddy!"

I looked up and laughed with him, "Yes, I really do!"

"I wish I had a girlfriend that would get that worked up just thinking of
me!  You gay guys have it made!  It seems like all my gay friends have
managed to find a boyfriend, and here I am, still looking," Mark said.

"Well, if it's any comfort, Ben is in the same boat as you.  He asked me to
help him find a girlfriend once school gets started.  I'll do the same for
you," I said, smiling at him.

Mark looked puzzled.  "How do you plan to do that?"

"In high school, all the girls were my friends.  They knew I was safe to be
around, and that the guys on the hockey team were my friends.  So, I got to
play matchmaker, since the girls wanted to go out with my friends.  Ben
asked me to set him up with the good looking girls on campus, just like I
did in high school," I explained.

Mark laughed.  "It sounds like you guys had a great set up in high school.
You had the pick of the guys on his hockey team, and he had the pick of all
your friends."

I blushed a little at the memory of having sex with one of his teammates.
I said, "Yes, it did work out that way."

Mark exclaimed, "Cool!  I'll take you up on your offer.  Just make sure
that she's not ugly, okay?"

"It's a deal!  It looks like I won't be in need of assistance after all,
since things are back to normal," I said, pointing to my dick which had
returned to its flaccid state, and was safely contained inside my swimsuit.

Mark looked down and laughed.  "Yep!  You're okay now.  Are you up for some
pizza?"

I replied, "Yes.  That's sound great!  I think the guys are probably hungry
by now as well."

Mark said, "I'm sure they are.  How many pizzas should we order?"

"I'm not sure, but, there are six of us; so, I'd order at least four, if
not more.  I know that Ben can eat a whole pizza by himself," I said.

"I'll tell Mom to order six pizzas, one for each of us, to make sure
there's enough for everyone," Mark said.  He got up and went inside to talk
to his Mom.

We ate pizza and had a wonderful evening playing in the swimming pool.  It
was a great end to a great weekend.  We called it a night about 10 o'clock,
since we needed to head back to Minneapolis in the morning.  I decided to
wait until the next day to call Rick.  I wanted to be able to talk to him
without interruptions, so I went to bed, and was asleep fairly quickly.

I woke up the next morning with Robbie's arm across my chest.  I guess I
should have expected it, but I was still surprised that he'd climbed into
bed with me, again.  I tried to get out of bed without waking Robbie, but
failed.

"Where are you going?" Robbie asked in a sleepy voice, as he stretched
languidly and yawned.

His voice startled me, since I thought I'd succeeded in not waking him.
"I've got to hit the bathroom, sleepy head!  I couldn't wait for you to
wake up," I replied, as I continued across the bedroom to the bathroom.  It
wasn't long before I heard Robbie's bare feet padding across the hardwood
floor.  He came up beside me, and dropped his boxer shorts and aimed at the
toilet.  He put his hand possessively on the small of my back as we crossed
streams.

Robbie laughed.  "You're just like Zach.  He's always so precise about
aiming for the center of the bowl."

I looked at Robbie with a scowl.  "Didn't your mother teach you to aim for
the cheerios in the center of the bowl?"

Robbie smiled and said, proudly, "Nope!"

"You'd better improve your aim, if you don't want to be mopping the
bathroom floor every day, when you come to live with us!"

Robbie laughed.  "Yes Dad!"

I swatted Robbie on the back of the head, "Don't get smart with me, Robbie
boy!"

That made Robbie laugh even harder.  "You're such an old man, Glenn!  I'll
have to let my Mom and Dad know that I'll be more than okay with you making
sure I obey their rules.  You're worse than Zach is when he's left in
charge while they're out of town."

"How so?" I asked, wondering what exactly he meant.

"Zach has never complained about my aim, and I've never had to clean the
bathroom before," Robbie said.  "I guess you'll have to teach me how to do
the job right."

I laughed and replied, "I guess Ben and I will have to show you how to take
care of your own stuff, I suppose.  Things like cooking, doing the laundry,
and general housecleaning."

Robbie's grinned widened.  "Correct on all counts!  Mom has always done all
of those things.  The only chore I have to do is take out the garbage, and
half the time Dad does that."

I pushed Robbie toward the bedroom door, "Robbie, go get yourself cleaned
up while I get my shower."

Robbie frowned and said, "You mean you still won't let me shower with you?"

I didn't even condescend to answer him, but put my arm around his waist and
guided him out the door and into the hallway; and pointed across the hall
to his own room.

Robbie grinned, mischievously.  "You're so hard hearted!  Kicking me out of
your bedroom and making me take a shower all by myself.  I'll have to tell
Zach on you!"

At that moment, Zach's door opened, and Zach peeked out to see who was in
the hallway.  Seeing it was just me and Robbie, he stepped out.  He was
totally naked, and had morning wood to boot!

Robbie whistled at the sight of his brother's erection and asked, "Where's
Todd this morning?"

Zach smiled at his little brother.  "He's still asleep.  What were you
going to tell me?  I heard you saying something to Glenn."

Robbie laughed.  "Your friend won't let me take a shower with him, and he's
making me go to my own room to shower by myself!"  Robbie looked at me and
grinned from ear to ear.  "I said I'd tell Zach on you!"

Zach punched his brother in the shoulder.  "Way to go, Glenn!  I'm glad
you're keeping the young pup in line, already!"  Zach went to swat Robbie
on the behind, but missed; as Robbie scampered out of the way.

Robbie stuck his tongue out at his brother, and chanted, "Missed me, missed
me, now you're going to have to kiss me!"

In response, Zach chased his brother down the hall and into his room.
Pretty soon I heard Robbie yell, "Yuck!  Zach kissed me!  Glenn!  Help!!"

I wandered down the hall and peered through Robbie's bedroom door.  Zach
had Robbie pinned down on top of his bed.  Zach had straddled Robbie and
was tickling his brother.

Robbie finally said, "I give!  I give!"  Zach relented and stopped
tormenting his little brother.  Zach climbed off the bed, and turned to
help his brother up.

Zach laughed and said, "Next time, don't get so smart with your elders!"

Robbie grinned as he looked over at me.  "At least you'll admit that you
and Glenn are elderly!"

That comment earned him a smack across the back of his head from his
brother.  "Watch it, baby brother!"

I could see that the two brothers loved each other very much, as I watched
them interact.  I wish my brothers had been as close to me as Zach and
Robbie were to each other.  Don't get me wrong!  My brothers were always
looking out for me, but they weren't as close to me as these two are to
each other.  Of course, I had Ben, who has always been my best friend.

Zach smiled at Robbie.  "Get your shower, so we can go down and eat
breakfast."

Robbie saluted his brother with mock seriousness.  "Yes sir!"

Zach gave Robbie a swat on the behind as Robbie turned to go to his
bathroom.

Zach turned to me, "You'll have your hands full, Glenn.  Robbie loves to
goof around, but he's a good kid."

I laughed and said, "I think between me and Ben, we can handle your
brother.  Besides, you're only a few minutes away in the dorms.  The way I
look at it, Robbie will be wishing he was still living at home if he thinks
he's going to get away with anything while he's living with us."

Zach chuckled, "I guess you're right about that.  Robbie doesn't realize
that we're on to him, and won't tolerate as much stuff as Mom and Dad do.
But in other ways, I think that he'll have more freedom than he does here,
just due to the fact that we aren't his parents."

I smiled, "Yes, I agree.  I'm going to get my shower.  You'd better take
care of Todd, while you can.  It's going to be at least a week before
you'll see each other."

Zach said, "Thanks for reminding me.  I'm got a special treat in mind for
my lover boy."  Zach winked at me and closed his bedroom door.  I returned
to my bedroom to get my shower.  I love the Anderson's home!  Every bedroom
has its own en suite bathroom which makes it very convenient for guests.
I'll have to remember that when Rick and I decide we need a house instead
of a condo.

I made my way down to the kitchen to find Robbie already seated at the
kitchen table with his parents.

I said, "Good morning, everyone!"

They all echoed my greeting.  Mr. Anderson said, "We've contacted the
school already this morning, and they've accepted Robbie's application.  We
plan to drive down with Robbie's stuff in a couple of days.  Will that give
you and Ben time to rearrange things at your place?"

I was startled by Ben's answer since I didn't see him come into the kitchen
behind me.  "Yes, that will be ample time for us to make the necessary
arrangements."

Ben sat down next to me.  "Sorry if I startled you, cuz," he said, looking
over at me, as he reached for muffin.

"Not a problem," I said.  Looking across the table at the Andersons, I
said, "I'm glad they have accepted Robbie's application.  I'm sure that he
will do very well there.  He also knows that if he messes up, that it's all
over for him, and he'll have to come home."

Robbie looked at me and grinned.  "Yes, I know that I've got to obey the
rules.  I'm very excited about going there!"

Zach and Todd joined us.  They were holding hands and had that glow that
seems to follow those who are madly in love with each other.  They sat down
on the opposite side of Robbie from me and Ben.

Todd asked, "Did I hear that you're going to the Arts High School?"

"Yes, you did!" Robbie exclaimed.  "Can I call and talk to your brother,
Adam, about it?"

Todd smiled, "Sure.  Here is his cell number."  Todd took out his cell
phone and passed it to Robbie, so he could punch in Adam's number into his
own cell phone.

"Thanks, Todd.  You're the best!" Robbie exulted, as he passed Todd's phone
back to him.

Zach said, "I'm happy for you little brother!  Now, I get to tease you more
often, because you'll be less than 10 minutes from me."

Robbie grinned, "I'll put up with your teasing, because I'm so excited to
be going to a new school."

We continued discussing Robbie's situation and gave the Andersons our
address, with directions on how to get to our house on Como Street.

Later that morning, we picked up Mark, and we drove back to Minneapolis.
The return trip seemed to go much faster, since we had so many exciting
things to talk about.

As Zach dropped us off at our house, he turned to me and said, "Don't
forget to make me a copy of the pics you took of me and Todd!"

I grinned and replied, "I'll have it ready for you later today.  Why don't
you and Mark come by for dinner tonight?"

Zach looked over at Mark and asked, "Is that okay with you, Mark?"

Mark replied, "The only thing on my agenda for today is hockey practice.
After that, I plan to make it an early night.  So, as long as we're back at
the dorms at a decent hour, I'm game."

Zach turned back to me.  "It looks like we'll see you tonight, then.  Oh,
by the way, who's doing the cooking?"

"I don't know, yet.  Ben and I will figure something out," I responded,
with a grin.  "You'll just have to be surprised by whatever it is we decide
to cook."

Zach laughed and waved good-bye, as he pulled away and drove down the
street.  Ben and I spent the rest of the day moving our furniture around,
or at least Ben helped until he had to go to hockey practice with the guys.
I finished setting up Ben's bed and his desk.  Our bedroom looked a lot
like it did in high school, except we didn't have a dormer window.  I moved
my photo clock of Rick off of my desk, and set it up on my dresser, next to
my bed.  Looking at the message Rick had placed there made my heart yearn
to hear his voice.  The time indicated on the clock meant I would have to
wait until 10 PM tonight to call.

Meanwhile, I organized our bedroom; then, went next door to start cleaning
Robbie's room.  By the time Ben returned from practice, I'd swept and
mopped the floor and dusted everything.  I looked around the empty room and
thought, "We will need to buy Robbie a bed when his parents bring him down
in a couple of days."

While Ben got cleaned up, I spent some time updating my blog about my trip
to Duluth.  Ben came into our room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"So what are we cooking for the guys tonight?" Ben asked.

"Does spaghetti sound okay?" I asked.

"Yes, as long as it doesn't have ketchup on it!  I hated that stuff Taka
made for us the other day," Ben said, grimacing.

"I promise I'll use regular spaghetti sauce!  We need to run to the store
to get the ingredients, though.  I checked the cupboards, and there isn't
much food in the house," I said.

Ben said, "Let's make a list of what we will need for the rest of the week,
and we'll make a trip to the store.  That way we won't have to worry about
shopping for food until the weekend."

"I'll make up a list of our favorite dishes, then, I'll make a list of the
ingredients we'll need to make them," I said.

I made up the list of meals we both like and shared it with Ben.  Then, I
made the shopping list.  I drove us over to Joe's Market and Deli.  I
waited while Ben ran in and picked up one their gyros to tide him over
until dinner time.  Ben never ceases to amaze me.  He can pack away so much
food, but still manages to remain in such good shape!  From there, I
followed Ben's direction to the Rainbow Food store.  It took us about an
hour to get everything on the list, since I wasn't familiar with the store
layout.  We ended up going back for things on aisles we'd already been
down.  Next time, it shouldn't take us so long!

 We made it back to the house, just as Zach and Mark arrived.  They helped
us bring in the groceries, and I put them to work putting things away in
the cupboards, while I put the water on to boil for the spaghetti.  I gave
Zach a CD with his pics on it, while we waited for the spaghetti to cook.
Taka and Frank joined us for dinner.  We had a good time talking about our
weekend, and sharing our adventures with Taka and Frank.  About 9 PM, Zach
and Mark left for their dorms, and the rest of us decided to call it an
early night.

I got out my cell phone and sent a text message to Rick.  "Hello, r u
there?"

*** ***

The last couple of days had been harrowing ones for Rick.  The MPs'
investigation had all of them on edge.  Each member of Sam's company was
escorted to Sgt. Riehle's office and interrogated about their relationship
to the deceased; and where they were on the night he was murdered.  Stan,
Chip and the rest of the guys who played poker that night with Sam, were
pretty shook up.  They had been instructed not to talk about the murder
with anyone, especially not with people back home; since Sam's closest
relatives hadn't been notified of his death.

Rick thought back to his interrogation by the MPs.

*** ***

"Where were you the night Corporal Meyers was murdered?" Sgt. Riehle asked.

"I played poker with him and the rest of the guys until 10 PM.  Then, we
turned in for the night," I replied.

"Why didn't Corporal Meyers accompany you to the barracks?" he asked.

 "He said he had an appointment with someone, and he wouldn't be long," I
replied.

"Did he say who he was going to meet, or where they were going to meet?" he
asked.

"No, sir.  Corporal Meyers didn't say who he was meeting.  He did say that
he was going to wait for them in the mess hall," I said.

Sgt. Riehle asked, "Did you see Corporal Meyers using any of these items?"
He pointed to a set of dildos, chains, gags and cock rings that were on the
table in front of him.

"No, sir.  I haven't seen any of those items before today," I responded.

"Are you sure?" he asked, again.  This time he stood over me and looked me
in the eyes.

"Yes, sir.  I'm absolutely certain that I've never seen those things until
today," I replied.

"Corporal Lernier, we found these items in Corporal Meyers trunk that was
under his bed.  Are you absolutely certain you've never seen these before?"
Sgt. Riehle asked, for a third time.

"Sir, I've never seen them before today.  Corporal Meyers didn't show them
to me.  I didn't know he had them," I said.

"You don't believe Corporal Meyers was gay do you?" Sgt. Riehle asked.

"No, I don't, sir," I replied looking him in the eye.

"Well, take a look at these photos.  I think you'll change your mind," he
said.

He handed me several photos.  What I saw made me sick.  I couldn't believe
the cruelty of the men who tortured Sam and left him to die!  I returned
the photos to Sgt. Riehle.  I was feeling pretty nauseous.

Sgt. Riehle said, "There's a bucket under the table if you need to puke."
His tone of voice was cold and disdainful.  He continued, "I bet you've
never seen a dead body in that condition before, have you?"

I shook my head and tried to keep from losing my lunch.  When I didn't say
anything more, he continued, "I want you to think back over the things
Corporal Meyers said to you that evening.  Is there anything at all that
would lead us to who did this?"

I thought for a moment.  "He was pretty close to a couple of guys in the
motor pool.  I don't remember their names.  He often would spend time with
them in their barracks.  Other than that, I don't remember anything out of
the ordinary."

Sgt. Riehle said, "That's all the questions I have for you at the moment.
If you remember anything else, I want to know about it right away."

"Yes sir," I replied.

"You're dismissed, marine," Sgt. Riehle said.

Rick got up and swayed a little as he did so.  Sgt. Riehle held his arm to
steady him, "Are you going to be alright, son?"  It was the first time he'd
shown concern for Rick during the entire interview.  The rest of the time
he'd maintained a very cold, stern expression.  It was obvious to him that
this marine was not the individual who had killed his fellow marine; but he
needed to maintain his objectivity.  Rick reminded him of his son, who had
been killed the year before in this conflict.  He wanted to reach out to
comfort this boy, but refrained; so as not to give any appearance of bias
or prejudice to his investigation.

Rick nodded.  "I'll be okay."

Sgt. Riehle released his arm and nodded.  "Return to the barracks,
Corporal, and I'll have your commanding officer notified that you're not
feeling well."

"Yes sir," Rick said, and left the room.

Sgt. Riehle turned to Corporal Saunders and said, "I want the entire motor
pool brought in for interrogation."

"Yes sir!" Corporal Saunders replied.  He left the room to quickly arrange
the interviews.

*** ***

Rick's thoughts returned to the present when he heard the door to the
barracks open.  He glanced over to see his commanding officer come through
the door.

He immediately got to his feet and saluted him.

"At ease, marine," Lt. Col. Bachman said.  "Sgt. Riehle let me know you
weren't doing well, after his interrogation.  I'm sorry that we have to put
you through those interviews; but we need to find those who committed such
atrocities, as quickly as possible."

"I understand, sir," Rick replied.

"Good.  I'm glad that you seem to be better than you were a little while
ago.  I've requested that you be transferred to another base with the rest
of your detachment for a few weeks, until we've settled things down here.
I think that a change of pace will do you all good, given the
circumstances.  However, I can't release you until the MPs have completed
their investigation," he said.  "The sooner the murderers are behind bars,
the better!"

Rick nodded his agreement.  "Yes sir!"

"Corporal Lernier, I want you to take an hour to get yourself back
together, then, I want you to report to your regular duty station.  I
believe you're assigned to help with the supply trucks this afternoon,"
Lt. Col. Bachman said.

"Yes, sir!" Rick said, saluting his commanding officer.

Lt. Col. Bachman returned his salute, and turned smartly, leaving Rick to
ponder why Sam had been so brutalized.  Sam was always trying to help
people, and looked for ways to include them in his activities.  He had
become known as the detachment's social secretary, because he was always
organizing events to keep the marines occupied and happy.  The most
surprising thing was the fact that Sam had kept sex toys under his bed.
Rick still couldn't fathom the idea that Sam was gay.  Sam had, until
recently, been one of the most vocal homophobic guys in the barracks.  He
had often spoken of his faggot brother, and never had anything positive to
say about gays.

Rick's cell phone buzzed in his pocket.  He quickly retrieved it and read
the text message Glenn had sent, "Hello, r u there?"

He dialed Glenn's number.  "Hello," Rick said, trying to keep his voice
from cracking with emotion.

I replied, "Hello, are you okay?  You don't sound very good."

"I'll be okay.  I've just had a rough morning that's all," Rick replied,
remembering that he wasn't supposed to say anything about Sam's death.

"I want you to know I love you, Rick.  I've thought about you all day
today," I said.

Rick's breath caught in his throat as a wave of emotion caught him off
guard.  He struggled for a moment to regain his composure.

I said, "Rick, I'm guessing you can't talk about what's happened, since you
told me you'll be okay.  I know that you're strong, and will make it
through whatever's going on.  I love you, and have confidence in you."

Hearing Glenn's voice released what little control Rick had, and the tears
managed to escape and roll down his cheeks.  He put his hand up to his
mouth to stifle the cry of anguish that nearly escaped his lips.

I listened for a moment, then said, "I know you're crying, Rick.  You need
to let the hurt come out and express itself.  Don't be afraid to show your
emotions.  I know you're trying to be strong, but sometimes part of being
strong is knowing when to let the hurt express itself."

By this time, Rick was sobbing.  He tried wiping the tears from his face as
he listened to his partner's voice.

I said, "I love you.  You're my sweetheart and my only love.  Let the
sadness leave your heart, so you can be the best marine you can be."

Rick managed to recover a measure of control over his emotions.  He said,
"Thank you, Glenn.  I've needed to talk to you for a couple of days now,
and I'm glad I called you.  Just hearing your voice has helped me
immensely."

"Always remember that I'm here for you, Rick," I said, soothingly.

Rick answered, "I know.  You always know the right things to say to me to
cheer me up, and help me make it through the tough times.  That's why I
love you so much.  I'm going to change the subject, Glenn.  What did you do
this weekend?"

I proceeded to tell him all about the trip to Duluth, and the addition of
Robbie to our group of roommates.  When I finished, I asked, "Rick, will
you be okay now?"

Rick responded, "Yes, I'll be okay.  I love you."

"I love you, more," I replied.

"Get some sleep, lover boy," Rick said.

"Good night, sweetheart," I replied.