Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2001 15:26:46 EDT From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Guys' Secret 12 April 8, 2001 Guy's Secret Chapter 12 Written By: Justin Case ------------ Disclaimer: This story contains sexual material described in a graphic manner and should be viewed by persons of legal age only. The material is about adolescent gay love and is for educational purposes. This tale is fiction; copyright laws of the United States of America protect its title and contents. The author, his editors, and the web site publishers accept no responsibility for the actions of the reader. ------------ SoapBox: Here we are again. It is so good to see you all. I hope you're following all my stories so this SoapBox makes sense. LOL. If you want you can fast forward to the next. ------------ After getting my non-help with the fine people at Microsoft (MS), I decided to find a number for Hewlett Packard (HP). The only number I could find was not an 800 one, just what I needed, another charge to my already overdue phone bill. LOL. I called the good people at HP and, you guessed it, another automated voice answered. Now don't get me wrong, I understand progress. I just hate to have to pay for the time I'm pressing numbers and listening to menus. I finally get a `nice' woman on the line, named Giselle. "Thank you for calling HP, how can I help you today?" At least she answered for herself, not the `we' that Michael at MS did. LOL. I quickly explained to Giselle my dilemma with saving documents with the MS word software they sold me with `the beast'. Guess what she suggested? "You really need to talk to MS, we just sell computers." Oh, now I'm not too happy. I asked if I could talk to a supervisor. I was told they were all busy. I asked about the telephone number not being readily available and said that I wanted her to register it as a complaint. "You have to mail all complaints to our corporate office." Can you believe it? I couldn't. She finally disconnected the call. Life is funny. I now think I'm beginning to see where all the rage is coming from I speak of often. It's coming from our powerlessness; the corporations, government, and other things we have to deal with on a daily basis are not at fault, nor are they really wanting to help. I gave up. I got a copy of MS office 97 and it works fine. Now I have to deal with my cable company. LOL. It seems they don't have enough channels to broadcast my favorite baseball team, the Red Sox. Do you think anyone will help with that? LOL. I did see an article in the paper about it. I can assure you if I called, it wouldn't matter. I tried to get them to advertise the pay per view movies in the newspaper guide like my old cable company did. They told me I could get a guide from them, for only a dollar more a month. Thanks. LOL I hope I didn't bore you. Hey, if you want to check out my web site, go to http://Justinscorner.homestead.com Many of you have. If you want to e-mail me the address is Justin69SK@aol.com and if you're really talented you can sometimes find me on ICQ (some have already, Hehe). Thanks for all your letters and support. I love you all! ------------ "When do we move in?" the tall Senator from Vermont asked the two agents. "We're going to make the arrest this evening. As you can see, we have much more than we bargained for," Williams replied. "Yes, I saw that in the file. I find it hard to believe a Sheriff, Judge, and Prosecutor could do these things. I mean, I thought it was farfetched when my grandson came to me, but he was so upset and never had given us any reason to doubt his word before. I guess it takes all kinds. It's a shame we lost the one," the dismayed Hillston stated. "We waited until you could get here. We thought you might want to be there when we make the arrest. We have a `copter standing by," Agent Caufield informed the Senator. "Yes, I would very much like to be there." "Let's roll, then," Williams said, as he grabbed his sidearm off the coat rack behind his desk. The two agents led the Senator out of their office. ___________ "We need to find out what that means," Butterfield explained to her assistant. "I know, Molly, I've never seen anything like that before. We should call Walters, he wrote the damn thing," the agitated assistant complained. "Yes, let me do that right now." Molly reached for her phone and began dialing the Judge. "Hello, Judge Chester. This is Molly Butterfield, I was wondering if you could help me?" "Certainly, Miss Molly, what is it, dear?" The slick man's voice came through the phone. "In the Sugardale will, there's a codicil. I was wondering if you were familiar with it?" "Will, did you say, will?" "Yes, Melvin Sugardale's." "Oh, I see. Yes, I'm familiar with his will," a very disturbed Walters said. "Am I getting you at a bad time, sir? You sound upset." "No, uhm, uhm, it's not that at all. Just a little trouble with my computer, that's all. I was working with it when you called." "Well, we need to know what this `tractor box' is, your honor. I have to file a motion in Ruddebaker's court on the custody suit," Molly explained as briefly as she could. As she said it, her face dropped, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Molly reached her left hand up and moved it across her neck in a signal to her assistant to cut the call. The assistant got the message. "MISS MOLLY, you really need to take this call," the assistant said, loud enough for the Judge to hear on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, Chester, I have to cut this short. Let me get back to you." Molly quickly hung the phone up. Molly quickly rose from her desk. Her skirt got caught on the chair as she tried to walk away, and she pulled the seat on wheels with her. Her assistant unhooked the clothing. She looked at her boss rather bewildered. "I've got to go to the Sugardale farm. I just realized that Chester has known all along about the will and has kept it quiet. You would think he would have said something sooner. Something must be going on, I never trusted him. It kind of makes you wonder, what with Peejo dead now. I got to call Father Beck, I need someone to go with me," Molly sputtered to her legal assistant. "You're right, Miss Molly. Judge Walters should have said something sooner. I hope the box is what we think it is and it's still where it belongs," the younger woman agreed with her boss. Molly Butterfield flew out of her office, her feet clamored on the tile floor. She shouted over her shoulder, to the assistant, to call Father Beck to meet at the farm. ____________ The helicopter touched down in the pasture on the Walters' estate. The two agents and the Senator disembarked, keeping their heads low as they quickly ran from the bird. The trio crossed the field and jumped the fence near the gravel driveway. They walked up to the mansion with purpose in their stride. Two other field agents that had been staking out the Judge's home met them. "We moving on Lester?" Williams asked one of the other agents. "Yes, sir, we have a car there now. I just radioed them to make the pinch," the field agent said proudly. "Good. Let's go, gentleman, this is it," Williams told the group as they closed in on the door to Walters' home. He pushed the doorbell. The door opened, and an obviously distressed Walters stood there. "Chester Walters, I'm Agent Jeremy Williams with the F.B.I. You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Jamie Hillston, and the murder of Edward `PeeJo' Woodman. You have the right to remain silent." ____________ Molly's car barreled up the gravel driveway to the Sugardale farm. A cloud of dust followed the vehicle as she sped toward the shed that housed the tractors. Her hands clenched the steering wheel; her face was like a stone, showing no emotion. She would do whatever she could to protect the children; hopefully she now had the resources. As she stepped from her car, she saw another newer model automobile approaching. Molly didn't recognize the car, or the driver in it. She waited patiently outside her own car; her heart began to pound with fear. As the newer car got closer, she saw Father Beck's car winding up the driveway. Molly began to relax, knowing Tom Beck was with her now. The new car pulled up right behind her and a gentleman got out. Molly had never seen him before. "Hello, my name is John Sugardale. I just got in from New York, I was looking for my cousins," John explained as he walked toward Miss Molly. "Oh, hello. I'm Molly Butterfield. I'm the attorney that represents the children. You say you're a cousin?" Just then Father Beck pulled up and got out of his car. He had obviously rushed as his hair was tousled and his shirt was partially coming out of his trousers. He walked up to the pair that had arrived moments before. "Father Beck, I'm glad you could get here so quickly," Molly called to him. "Yes, Miss Molly, I did rush," Tom Beck said with an apologetic tone, as he tucked his shirt in. "Father Beck, this is John Sugardale from New York. He was Melvin's nephew, I believe." Molly smiled broadly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sugardale. I'm Tom Beck," Father Beck said as he extended his hand to John. "The pleasure is all mine," John said as he shook the Reverend's hand. "What's this all about, Miss Molly? Your assistant called me and told me you might have found the money," the Father inquired. "Yes, it was something in the will. According to some language, some kind of box on the tractor has something that is to be equally divided amongst the children. I could only assume it was Melvin's money." "Oh yes, that would be the new tractor Uncle Melvin bought last year. I advised him on that, he didn't trust the banks," John offered. "Really, are you an attorney, John?" "Yes, Ma'am." "I never knew Melvin had any family besides the children," Father Beck confessed. "My mother divorced my father thirty years ago and left town pregnant with me," John told the two. "Well, let's go find this box. Shall we?" a very excited Molly beamed. The three walked into the machine shop. Standing in the middle of the building was the `Green Monster' in all its glory. John showed them where the box had been mounted under the seat in the compartment over the machine. He pulled out his billfold and removed a piece of paper from it. "I have the combination right here." He opened the lock and box; inside were several stacks of currency. The three all smiled, as John handed the cash to Miss Molly. They heard voices coming from outside the shed. It was Matty and Guy. The three walked back outside the shop and greeted the two young boys. They quickly told them about the money and introduced John to Guy. They decided to go to the Johnsons'; this certainly called for a celebration. Guy and Matty rode with John in the rented car. Molly drove away, she had to call Judge Ruddebaker, and then she'd meet them all at Bob and Alice's. Father Beck remained behind for a few moments after the others had left, just standing near his car. The sun shone bright in the blue skies above. The humidity had dissipated somewhat, and the sounds of bluebirds could be heard in the distance. The aroma of goldenrod hung in the air, as Father Beck remained and prayed. He gave thanks to God for all his blessings. Within an hour the entire gang had assembled at the Johnson home once again. Alice was getting used to all the hustle-bustle. She welcomed it now. Bob was happy to have all the commotion too. They both enjoyed their new purposes in life. Molly explained to Bob and Father Beck about the arrest of Judge Walters. She told them privately in the kitchen, while the others met and talked with John. When Molly had gone back to her office, she got the whole story from Agent Caufield. It seemed that Walters and Woodman were being investigated for kidnapping and raping the Senator's grandson. It was something the two had been doing; there had been reports before, although nothing credible. It wasn't until they picked up the wrong hitchhiker, a US Senator's grandson, that the investigation got turned up. Miss Molly explained that the F.B.I. had been following Woodman. They watched him when he tampered with Miss Lil's car; they saw him put something in the exhaust pipe. She told Bob and Father Beck that the F.B.I. was going to arrest him then, but decided to keep him under surveillance; they wanted to connect him to Walters. Apparently Woodman took George's body to Walters and they kept it in a freezer. That was when John Lester got involved, she continued telling the two. Caufield had told her that Lester used George's body in a staged accident with Peejo. They don't know the motive, but think it has something to do with the will and Melvin's money. Molly explained the F.B.I. was going to have Melvin's body exhumed for a post mortem autopsy. The two men stood in the room with total shock on their faces. Molly showed no emotion, she related the story as it had been told to her. ------------ Well, well, what do you all think of that? Hmm, I'm going to leave you here for now. I hope you've all been paying attention. Until we meet again, this story is far from over. Catch me on my website, the address is Justinscorner.homestead.com and don't forget to e-mail me with your thoughts. I love your letters. Thanks Ed, for editing. Just, Justin