Date: Thu, 23 Dec 1999 13:52:05 GMT
From: Taylor Quest <swingerdude20@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bi Times! Part 11

This story is a pure work of fiction. This post is the eleventh part of "Bi
Times!" No part of this story may be reprinted or reposted unless permission
is received by the author. I hope you enjoy this, it's my first go at
writing some of the wild stories I have piled up in my mind. Feel free to
email praise, comments and suggestions to swingerdude20@hotmail.com The more
responses I get the faster I'll get to work on part 12. Thanks! Be sure to
check out my home page "Taylor's Tablets" with this story (including parts
not yet featured on Nifty Archives) and another story I've begun, visit the
site at
http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/2086

Continued from part ten... Bi Times! by Taylor Quest
PART XI

	"Why is it things go so well and then the shit hit's the
fan," Eric asked Josh.
	"Not sure, but one thing's for sure, we are blessed to have one another,
now it's up to us to help Jordan, he's all alone. We've got a mission now."
	"For sure, there's no way he's going to go through this alone," Eric
replied.

	Kneeling down Eric lifted Jordan's chin. The poor kid had really taken a
few mean ones to the face. Jordan was shaking uncontrollably.

	"Jordan, this might hurt a bit but I've got to see if your nose is broken,"
Eric said as he gently felt the bridge of Jordan's nose. Smooth, no ridges,
no lumps nothing broken. Jordan cried out a bit when he felt it but not
much. Josh's mom came back in from the living room.

	"The police will be here and over at Jordan's house in a few
minutes."
	"Good, damn, that's really horrible," Claudia said as she looked at
Jordan's eye.

	From the front hall way there was a banging at the door. Everyone jumped
including Jordan. Everyone looked at each other. The door banged again, this
time the doorbell rang a few times.

	"Josh, Claudia Eric, take Jordan down stairs to the cellar, Josh you know
where to go," Liz said unsure of who was at the door.

	Josh nodded and Claudia helped Jordan out of the kitchen down to the back
stairs. In the cellar under the stairwell there was a piece of loose sheet
rock that could be slid over to the side. Behind it was a secondary room of
sorts that had not been developed into anything. Basically if you didn't
know where to look it was an excellent hiding spot. There was no other way
in either so you'd have to be looking for a trap door and no one looked for
those kinds of things in modern homes.

	"Claudia, take them down there, I'm staying up here," Josh said.
	As Eric heard this his face dropped and he started to tremble.
	"Don't worry, I'll be fine, like hell if I'm going to leave mom alone up
here," Josh said kissing Eric on the lips and sending them down with out
another word.

	Liz counted to three and walked into the front hallway. She peered through
the tiny eye hole and saw Mark Forester, Jordan's father. He looked drunk,
and madder than a hornet. Liz shook off the sudden shiver that ran through
her and tried to look surprised to see him. She opened the door.
	"Oh, hello Mr. Forester, what a surprise," she started but was cut off.
	"Is Jordan here," he snapped.
	"Uh, actually no he isn't, not at this hour, we were just getting ready to
go to sleep, you see I just got back in from out of," she offered politely
before he cut her off again.
	"Have you seen him recently," he snapped again.
	"Let me see, um no actually I've not been home all weekend, so I think the
last time I," she continued.
	"You know the little freak is gay," he said in disgust.
	"Excuse me?"
	"Yeah you heard me woman, he's a little fudge packer, I thought he was
porkin' your daughter but," he started to continue.
	"'Mr. Forester, it seem's that this is not a good time, I'll have to go
now," Liz said stepping away from the door way as she began to close the
door. Though it only closed about a foot when it met an obstacle.
	"Mr. Forester, it is late, I," she started as he shoved the door all the
way open nearly knocking her down on the floor.
	"Didn't you hear me bitch, that little fucker is gay, and he's been with
your daughter, doesn't that make you mad?!"
	"Mr. Forester, if you don't get out of my house right now, I'll have to
call the po," she started as she backed away from him.
	"Go the fuck ahead, I bet your one of those nasty liberal bitches who
thinks it's ok to be a fag don't you?!"
	Liz stepped further back into the living room, backing up against the piano
behind her.
	"It's nasty bitches like you that have fags for sons don't ya," he yelled
as he shoved her back against the piano. Her hand sliding back against her
purse.

	"Back off buddy," Joshes voice came from behind them.
	"Oh, look it's a fag, I bet you're the one who that little fuck was talking
to on the phone," Mark said as he backed away from Liz.
	"I don't know what your problem is man, but you need to get the hell out of
my house," Josh said stepping closer to the man.
	"I don't have to do anything a fag tells me," he replied as he
reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.
	"I'm gonna clean you out boy, from your sack to your throat," he said
coming closer to Josh who suddenly felt like the size of a flea.
	"I don't think so," Liz's voice rang out.
	"Yeah bitch, and what are you going to do about it?"
	"This," she replied as she squeezed a round out of the three fifty seven
magnum that she had pulled  out of her purse. The bullet zinged past his
face by only an inch and tore into the door frame behind him.
	"Fucking bitch you can't even aim!"
	"That was a warning, get out of my house, you bigoted degenerate!"
	He didn't say a word, all he did was look over at Josh. Who was standing
there in awe of his mother. Then he looked back at Liz and took one step and
started to lunge at her. Before he could close the gap anymore Elizabeth
Hendersen fired off another shot. This one, unlike the other didn't slice
past him. It collided with the center of his forehead and exited out the
rear. His lifeless body dropped in a pile in front of her.
	"Oh, boy, that's going to leave a stain," she commented as she put the gun
down on the piano and walked away to the kitchen.
	Josh just stood there looking at Mr. Foresters body. It wasn't until his
mom pulled him away back to the kitchen did it register what had just
happened.
	"I just called the police, they are already at Jordan's house, I told them
what happened and they should be, oh here they are, don't get Jordan until
that is moved," Liz said pointing to the body.
	"Sure, damn mom, I didn't know you had a gun," Josh replied to her as she
walked around through the dining room toward the front entry.
	"I've had one for two years now, I'd decided to take it up so if I had to
take care of myself I could," she replied as she opened the door and walked
out side.
	Josh glanced down the stairs to see Claudia peeking up from below.
	"Josh was that a gun shot we heard," she asked.
	"Yeah, is Jordan with you or," Josh asked.
	"No he's still down there with Eric, little guy is scared to death of
seeing his dad," Claudia replied.
	"No worries then, mom just shot his dad," Josh replied.
	"WHAT?!"
	"He tried to kill us with a knife and she pulled out this big ass gun and
blew him away," Josh said.
	"Where?"
	"Up here in the living room, his body is right over there on the floor,"
Josh replied pointing beyond where Claudia couldn't see. She started up the
steps but Josh told her to stay down stairs.

	"Claud, you don't wanna see this, his brains are all over the wall," Josh
said with a disgusted face.
	"Ewwey, ok I'll take your word on it, what do I tell them, they are scared
to death."
	"Just tell them you don't know what the noise was but we are ok that you
saw both mom and I and we are fine, and the cops are here."
	"Ok I'll do that," Claudia said as she went back to the hiding place.

	Fifteen cops, three hours and five hundred questions later the house was
empty. Lights were out and doors were locked. The living room window
remained open to let air in. The only things that made the room look
different was the large dark brown stain in the carpet next to the piano and
the red spray on the wall next to the front door where the bullet had
exited. They had managed to get Jordan out of the house and inform him of
what had happened with out him seeing any of this. When they told him he was
visibly relieved, but he didn't speak much. Only when he had to. His sister
was fine, and she actually couldn't have cared less what had happened to her
dad.

	Jordan and Victoria Forester had been living with their father since they
had been abandoned by their mother seven years before. They had lived in Las
Vegas, with both of their parents when their mom decided one night not to
come home. They had moved to California and later heard that their mom had
been found dead in an alley way from a drug overdose. Their father had
become increasingly more of an alcoholic over the past three years. Jordan
and Vicky knew how to step around him to keep him from blowing up. But it
did happen. Mark hated anything and everything that they did. And he was
always trying  to find a way to make Jordan feel bad about something. When
Hanson came out he made sure that Jordan knew how much of a girl he looked.
But Jordan wouldn't cut his hair. This pissed his dad off. Now his dad was
dead, his mother was dead. All he had left in the world was Vicky, and now
Josh and Eric. Their mom was so cool, and so pretty. He had always wished
she was his mom. Little did he know that things were about to get so much
better.

	It was early in the morning, about three am when they all got settled at
Barbara Nelson's home. Eric and Josh shared his bed, naturally. Vicky and
Jordan shared the guest bed in Eric's room and Liz slept in the guest room.
They had figured that it would be best to keep the kids together since all
this crap was going on.

	Jordan had awoken from a bad dream. Vicky was sound asleep, if he had been
straight, or even bisexual it would have been complicated for him. Vicky was
seven teen years old, and quite the looker. And she slept in only a night
shirt. As did Jordan. When he awoke he was facing her and he was pressed
against her bare skin. He shifted uncomfortably and pulled away, rolled over
and faced the other bed. The light from the bathroom cast a faint glow on
Eric's bed. Eric was asleep facing him, Josh was behind him with an arm
thrown over. His face nuzzled in Eric's neck. Jordan so wished that he would
have that some day. He had been so in love with Mike. Or at least he thought
it was love, or perhaps he was in love with the idea of being in love with
Mike. He was unsure of both. But all he wanted was love, not the
kind a sister or parent could give only a lover could give him the love he
needed.

	Eric awoke, the sun was beaming in through the window. It was near noon on
a bright Sunday. He was extremely uncomfortable. For some reason he was on
the edge of his bed. He glanced over his shoulder to see why he was so
cramped and came face to face with the sleeping face of Jordan. Behind
Jordan was Josh, cuddling up to him sound asleep. This didn't last long,
Josh slowly shifted and opened his eyes and looked down in to the mess of
blond hair beneath his chin and an expression of sheer confusion washed over
his face. Then he looked up at Eric who was stifling a giggle. Sometime in
the night Jordan had gotten out of bed with his sister and had squeezed in
between them. And he was naked too. Even with the swollen lip, black eye and
bruises he was a cute kid. Josh's face was a mixture of signals, confusion,
shock, embarrassment and excitement. Eric laughed it off knowing that Josh
was truly at a loss for words.

	This was going to be some week. The last week of school, Jordan's dad was
dead, and Josh and Eric were going to be together forever. For some reason
there was something in the back of all of their minds. Something had
happened earlier in the evening but it was all a blur before the scene with
Jordan's dad. Try as they might they couldn't think of it.

	Meanwhile in the Hendersen home the wind from the window blew into the
room. A small square of paper fluttered off the coffee table to the floor.
Skiffing it's way closer to the window.  Distinctly it read 'MegoBall
Ticket'...

PART XII Coming soon! For those of you who might be wondering, some sections
might have much less sex play in them. I feel that my story can continue for
periods with out alot of graphic action. Mind you it will be in there I just
want to let you know not to expect it in every single part.If your reading
it only for the sex then I'm quite dissapointed. Feel free to email the
author at swingerdude20@hotmail.com with comments, suggestions, praise or
whatever. It's my first story so let me know what you think so far! The more
response I get the faster I'll get the next part complete! Be sure to check
out my home page "Taylor's Tablets" with this story (including parts not yet
featured on Nifty Archives) and other stories I've begun, visit the site at
http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/2086

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year 2000!
Tay