Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2015 10:40:27 +0000
From: boy racer <boy-driver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mt Pleasant High - Part 4

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES
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Last chapter:
   Matt and Josh wake up after their first night of sex.
   The journalist gets a disturbing video of policemen killing suspects,
over the money.
   Shawn and Josh have a go at boy fun, kissing and sucking each other.

   The jounalist reads Josh's message:

"About the St. Claire's police shooting. Do you think there are more facts
to it than just a case of stolen car? Have you heard anything about another
robbery of a considerable amount of cash and some jewelry?"

   Who was that? How did this person know about the money? There was
jewelry involved? Did this person know the money came from someone whose
last name was Monteiro?

------

PART 4 - SEEMS EVERYONE'S HORNY THESE DAYS

   Shawn and Josh pulled themselves together after their intense
new-neighbors-relationship got to a new level and they were ready to go to
the pet shelter, in the other end of the city.
   "Jordan, we're heading out. You want something?"
   "If you could bring me some snacks when you're back..."

   Reaching for the seat belt, Josh said:
   "Well, at least my brother is starting to talk nicely."
   "I think you underestimate him. Don't you deal with many kids in the
neighborhood? So find a way around your brother. After all, he's your
brother..."
   "You're right..." Josh paired up his mobile to the stereo and hit the
music. "You like the seventies?"
   "Got no problem with them..."
   "So off we go..."
   As they drove off, Yvone Elliman started singing "If I can't have
you". Josh was all too happy. What 16yo boy wouldn't be? He fucked with his
best buddy Matt, and got some nice action with his new neighbor, who
happens to be hot. Real hot.
   Shawn was really into the music, they both sang the chorus...
   "If I can't have you, I don't want nobody babe... If I can't have you,
who-o-o-oa, ooooh..."

   Just a sunny day in Mount Pleasant. For now they didn't talk or think of
the money. Normal "gayish" boys. Josh didn't know exactly how to behave as
he knew now he was gay. Shawn was already gay for a long time, and back in
Mississippi he was out and proud. Here he wasn't sure about out himself
here or not. Consequences back in the Delta were disastrous.

   "Shawn, can I ask a question?"
   "Sure... Anything." He regretted saying 'anything'. He was not up for
'anything'.
   "Oh, I apologize in advance, but... Well, I'm aware now you don't live
with your mother, or am I wrong?"
   "Nope, you're not. My mom passed away few years back."
   "Oh, I'm sorry, Shawn."
   "No, it's ok. Death is natural. Although hers was a total
shock. Cancer..."
   "Sorry I mentioned it."
   "It's really ok. If we were talking years back, I couldn't even have put
up with that song that just played... She loved the seventies music. Now, I
got it in good terms."
   "Wow, I don't know how you manage that. I think I'd never recover from
such a loss, even though my parents work a lot."
   "Really?"
   "My dad is a cardiologist, I told you he basically lives in the
hospital. My mom tries to be normal but she's one of those crazy corporate
girls, an exec in a trading firm. She climbs the corporate ladder with
relish."
   "And that's why you seem to handle the things around the house so
nicely..."
   "I guess. You think I do that?"
   "Well, to say the least, the pasta you prepared was, well, it hit my
stomach as it was prepared in Italy."
   "Thank you..."
   "I'm gonna have to cook you a meal too."
   "I know I'll like that."

   The drive to the pet shelter was a longy one but it was good, other
songs played. The seventies had a lot of songs that felt a little gay to
Josh, but he felt good singing "Never can say goodbye" "Don't leave me this
way", "Gonna get along without you now" and so on. Shawn sang too, so what
the problem?
   Josh never noticed the temperature of his engine going up. Even though a
red light was on.

   "Here we are, Shawn, Mount Pleasant's St. Francis Pet Shelter."
   "Thank you very much. For the ride. For the lunch. For your amazing
kiss..."
   Saying that he just pecked Josh on the lips.
   "Oh, whoa... Kissing in public now?"
   "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry."
   "Well we are way far from Ruby Street, so what the fuck? Come on over
here, kisser boy!"
   Josh frenched the hell out of Shawn. Kissing a boy in broad day light in
that pet shelter lot was fun. The risk of being seen made him feel like the
wild man of Mount Pleasant.
   "Okidoki... That was fucking good. Now I have to go in there with a
boner!"
   "Just think of something ugly. You remember the lady across the street?
Mrs. Blat? Think of her."
   "Oh right. That's doing the trick already. The thing just shrunk so
much, I seem to have a pussy now."
   "Ouch. That sounds awful, I like you with something hanging. Hohohoh."
   They both had a good laugh off it.
   "Ok, off I go now. Do you remember the bus number?"
   "I wrote it down."
   "You sure you don't want me to pick you up?"
   "Of course not. It's quite far."

------

   Josh had driven few blocks and he was about to enter the road when he
finally noticed the temperature meter blinking and it was all the way up!
Fucking shit! What do I do? Fuck! Fuck! He tried to organize his thoughts
and saw a garage right ahead. Oh, good. Lucky lucky.
   When he turned the car engine off in front of the garage something blew
in his engine and white smoke just filled the air, coming from under the
hood.  My car died, the engine is on fire. That was all he thought.
   Walking calmly from the inside of the garage, came some kid, cleaning
his hand with a cloth and wearing a blue apron that had been used a lot,
telling from the inumerous greasy spots it had on. What's that now? A
mechanic assitant? Do they have it?
   "Seems like ya got a bit of a problem over there, kid."

   Really? He's calling me a kid? What's he now?

   "Yeah, I don't know what it is. Can you get the mechanic please?"
   "Nah, first open the hood."
   The kid touched the hood to feel if it was too hot, it was, and he used
the cloth for protection as he lifted it up, letting a whole cloud of smoke
go up in the air.
   "Is it on fire?"
   "Nope. You see this white smoke? It tells me that it is water. If it was
blue-gray like, it would be oil, if it was black, then you would have some
fire."
   "Oh, great. So you know a lot of stuff around cars."
   "Well I should, you know, you just came to a garage."
   "You're the mechanic? The Old Reggie whose name's up there? Old Reggie's
Garage?"
   "Haha... No. I guess you can tell I'm not Old Reggie, right? Reggie is
my boss, he's inside, if you don't like a young mechanic to deal with your
car."
   "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just you're really young,
I didn't think you WERE in fact a mechanic."
   "What'd you think I was?"
   "I don't know, the guy who washes the parts, who carries the tools. You
know? That kinda guy."
   "Hehehe, I get that a lot from first-time clients."

   Josh was really embarrassed.

   "In fact, this is the first time I go to a garage. I mean, I have been
to before, but never taking my own car to it."
   "How old are you then?"
   "I'm sixteen."
   "See, I'm nineteen, I top you in that department."

   Now looking at him up close, Josh could tell this nineteen-year-old guy
was very handsome. He could top Josh in an altogether different
department. Josh reprehended that thought immediately. What am I now? Cock
hungry?

   "In my defense, you don't look 19. Not here, nor in China."
   "How old 'd you think I was?"
   "I dunno... Maybe my age."
   "That made my day, you know? I hope I get to my fifties and people tell
me 'whoa you don't look a day over 35'."
   "I'm not sure that's possible, take a fifty year old guy and mistake him
for a thirty-five."
   "Yeah, whatever... By the by, my name is Ayrton."
   "Ayrton? I think I never heard that name... I'm Josh Davenport."
   "Well Josh Davenport, now the smoke is gone, let's see what the problem
is."

   The young Ayrton started checking the stuff around the engine.
   "Do you think it's too bad?"
   "Judging by the white smoke. Really just steam, I'd say we're looking at
radiator, just a hose, pressure cap, water pump, or the seal..."
   "The seal, like, Kiss from a rose, Seal?"

   Great now, Josh had time to be funny. Ayrton just laughed at that
comment.

   "Ow, now I'm gonna get with that song stuck in my head. But no, not that
seal. The water seal, that's usually behind the engine block. But then
again, it's probably not the seal, coz if it was, you wouldn't have that
much steam."
   "You really seem to know what you're talking about. To me you're a
scholar."
   Flattering, huh, Josh?
   "It really is not that hard. You have to understand the engine, talk to
it, and allow it to tell you what the problem is."

   Are we really talking about engines now? Sure? I mean, talk to the
engine? Let it tell you the problem? Well maybe this kid doesn't know what
he's talking about. Maybe get that Old Reggie is not a bad idea. Josh, fast
thinking.

   "Your radiator seems to be alive and kicking. Now..." He started dealing
with the hoses... "There. Theeere you have it."
   "What?"
   "It's a hose."
   "It's good thing?"
   "Well. It's cheaper than the radiator, or any other stuff for that
matter."

   He pulled one of the many hoses there was and came a sound, like a
chimney. The steam came up all over again.

   "Gotcha! Found that sucker! See here?"
   Josh approached and he could see the steam. Nothing else.
   "See here? There's a crack in the hose... Those suckers to that"
   "So it's easy?"
   "Yeah. Just replace it and you're good to go."
   "And how much is it gonna be?"
   "The hose is about, say, fourty to seventy dollars tops. Then you have
the service... You're hardly looking at more than hundred, hundred and
fifty dollars. That is, if nothing else is damaged. We just have to wait."
   "Wait what?"
   "We have to wait the engine to cool off, you know... I work my way
around the engine but I'm no man-of-steel... The way it is, if I go try to
replace it, I'm gonna get burnt."
   "Oh, right... I'm sorry, I really know nothing about this thing..."
   "And, I'm gonna call the parts guy, they deliver it in about, twenty
minutes or so..."
   "So I just wait?"
   "Yup... In about an hour your off here..."

   Ayrton took some water and poured it over the radiator. To "speed the
cooling off", he said.

   "So, I got curious... Where'd you get that name from?"
   "What? Ayrton?"
   "Yes... It's totally new to me."
   "Are you familiar with motor racing?"
   "Not really..."

   Ayrton's father was a mechanic, like himself, and he was a total sucker
for motor racing, specifically the Formula 1. He liked F1 better than the
american Indy Car racing. His father was a huge fan of this driver, Ayrton
Senna, who was world champion three times.
   "So you're named after this Ayrton Senna guy?"
   "Yes... Come inside, you'll see, there's a poster here, from the time my
dad worked here..."

   There he was. Yellow helmet, a white car with some red parts. Josh knew
that Marlboro livery from somewhere. This Senna guy had a green flag in his
hand, I know that flag, Josh tried. But no...
   "That flag... I can't remember what country..."
   "It's Brazil. Ayrton Senna was a brazilian."
   "Was? He's dead?"
   "Oh yeah. He died in 1994."

   Josh wanted to know more, and he got through his mobile...
   "Seems you're named after one of the best race drivers that ever
lived. Says here he died in Italy, during a race..."
   "Yes, pretty much it. My mother said my father cried like a baby for
hours when that happened. He was watching it."
   "How sad..."
   "It is... Listen, Josh Davenport, I'm gonna grab something to eat, wanna
join me?"
   "I guess. We 'do' have to wait, right?"
   "Uhuh."

   Ayrton took off his apron and hung it. Whoa-whoa-whoa. That kid looked
even cuter without that mechanic thing on. Josh! Are you thinking with your
cock? He's hot, dammit! Josh's thoughts were fighting inside his head.
   Ayrton also took two Ginger ale.
   "Walk with me, Josh Davenport."
   Ayrton started walking and singing in a low tone Kiss from a rose.
   "That stuck to your head real easy..."
   "Oh, yeah, I have that problem... My memory just strikes on with
music..."

   They walked over to Ayrton's truck parked under a shady old tree. It was
an old Ford, very popular in the early eighties.
   "Climb on."
   Josh entered the passenger door. Wow. That cabin was huge. The car was a
sight-sore from the outside but it seemed nice inside. Not to mention you
could look at the street from the above.

   While Ayrton ate, Josh kept him company all the while thinking this kid
was really totally hot. If he just waved, Josh would jump on him and make
out till the day became night. Josh thought he was surely oversexed. Is
that possible to go from virgin to seeking sex in almost every boy he
crossed paths with? Either he was on a lucky streak or there were so many
cute boys in Mount Pleasant and he never noticed that. Ayrton had a
flawless face. Some traces of unshaved beard. Probably he didn't shave
today. But it wasn't thick... That was a beard of a young-extremely-hot
boy. His jeans were old, Josh assumed he wore this to work, you know, just
to finish them off. His shirt looked great. HE looked great in that
shirt. Surely he would look better out of it. Dammit Josh! You really need
a cold shower. Better, you need cold icy water in a bathtub. Maybe then you
stop thinking about sex. Josh didn't know he had that pervert horny inside
him. Sex set this crazy horny boy free to haunt the world.

   Not long after, Josh's VW Golf was good to hit the streets. Josh paid
and thanked Ayrton.
   "Thank you very much, Ayrton. And, again, I'm sorry I thought you were
not the mechanic."
   "No problem. You made it up to me by joining me for lunch. I usually eat
by myself. Oh, here. Take my card. If you need some more car tips, if you
want me to work on your car from now on, just call me. If your car ever
have a problem and just stop working, I go help."
   "Oh, that's nice to know."
   "And, if you ever need anything... You can just call me..."

   Josh, Josh. The boy is being nice, and you're thinking that 'need
anything' just means 'need to fuck'.

   "Ok, Ayrton. It was nice meeting you..."
   "Oh no, I say that. It was nice meeting you..."

   Josh, although having his judgements clouded by his lust, thought this
hot kid was flirting with him. Well, if he was, he succeeded
completely. Josh was on all fours for this guy. Drooling like a mad
dog. Gee, I have to take some pills to control lust.

------

   About that time, Matt was online, checking social network, Twitter,
meaningless stuff, when a message popped up.
   "Sup dude"
   "Hey Chad what u doin"
   "Nothing. U"
   "Same thing"
   "I was thinkin bout u"

   Really? Chad was thinking about me, now? That a surprise.

   "Really?"
   "Ya... thinkin bout our fuck"
   "Oh I wanna do that again"
   "How's now?"
   "My bro is in house"
   "Sucks"
   "Yeah... 2moro morning I'm alone"
   "What time?"
   "U can come 9"
   "Deal... I miss ur mouth in my cock"
   "I miss it too... Ur cum filling my mouth"
   "I luv to cream ur ass"
   "U can cream whatever u like 2moro"
   "Ok 2moro morning"
   "Sure thing"

   Matt had the same sensation Josh had. He thought about sex all the
time. Really, all-the-time. Just talking to Chad made him pop up a
boner. He thought no more, just got in the shower, water running over him
and dealt with it. He stroke firmly, while went finger fucking
himself. One, two, three fingers stretching his boy hole. He thought of
Chad fucking him, then went on to Josh's cock shooting a load down his
throat. And he thought of that new dude, Shawn. He did seem hot. His
fingers were working up his ass so nice. Now only the middle one, and he
fucked himself with it so deep and so hard. He knew he was going to let it
out. Matt put his hand next to his cock tip and shoot it all on his palm.
   Wow! I came a lot, this time.
   He wanted it. If it wasn't Chad's or Josh's, might as well be his
own. He licked his cum off his hand. Slowly... Trying to savour it to the
maximum... Matt thought he was getting crazy over sex.

   Only thing he didn't know, he was not the only one.

------

   Josh liked working in the garden. Gardening was something that cooled
him off whenever he was angry at his brother or school, or whatever. This
afternoon it was just something that he did out of pleasure. Life was
good. He was finally having sex, it was boy-boy sex, but that was the style
of sex he wanted, for long time. Now he couldn't even remember how was he
when he used to think about girls. Maybe that was so long ago. Maybe he
liked boys all along but never let his mind come around to it? Better not
overthink this. It was over four o'clock but it was still hot. He just took
off his shirt and threw it on a spalding chair. Much better now. He was
planting new violets, because his mom liked them. Gardening seemed not to
have science to it though it was not just plant the thing and that was
it. You couldn't over water it nor have the soil too dry. The right amount
of fertilizer. Now he did that without thinking. While working he started
thinking about Shawn and their kiss. The way Shawn sucked his cock was
wonderful. He just sported a wood. In the tiny shorts he was wearing with
no underwear, any hardon would go immediately noticed. Thankfully he was
alone in the backyard. Or so he thought. Josh didn't notice Jordan just
laying on the spalding chair watching him work, and now just seeing his
brother's cock hard, at full mast.
   Jordan was going to talk to his brother but when he saw Josh had
something tenting up his shorts he just said nothing. He laid there just
watching that. He didn't remember his brother had such a big thing. Well,
it was ages since they saw each other in the nude.
   When Josh saw Jordan, he just tried to cover up his boner. Jordan saw
his attempt but acted like he wasn't paying attention...
   "Josh, Mrs. Briggance called in earlier, she wants you to be with her
son tomorrow morning."
   "What'd you tell her?"
   "I just said you'd call in for details. Did I do right?"
   "Yup. Thank you..."
   "You welcome."

   Sometimes Jordan was not a pain in the ass. Sometimes. Did he saw my
wood? Gosh I hope not. That would've been embarrasing.
   Jordan got hard at that sight. No doubt there. Up in his room, he got
his cock out, checking on it. When I get older, will I have a cock that
big? I mean, mine don't make a 'tent' like Josh's. Just hope.
   He just locked his door and went online to see some porn, make that wood
go away...

------

   "Ok, Richard, I agreed to meet you here because you insist there's
something wrong with the St. Claire shooting."

   The old man who handled Internal Affairs for the Police Department in
Georgetown County had two offices, one in the Police Department Quarters
and another in an old building in downtown. He set to meet the journalist
in downtown, away from eyes and ears that were eager to see and hear what
they were not supposed to. He came in specifically to meet Richard. He'd
stopped at a bakery on the way and bought a box with some treats his wife
wouldn't let him have at home. Gotta care for your heart she'd say.
   He didn't want to meet with Richard, but the old man was worried the
journalist might be right. He couldn't risk being wrong but he couldn't let
it be clear that he had doubts.

   "Well, I'm not gonna waste your time with small talk, Rex. I'll go
straight to the point."
   "I like it that way."
   "I went looking for the files of those officers, Miles and Lopez. Miles'
file I found and got through it with no problems, no questions
asked. Lopez's turned out to be unavailable with public record. So I had to
come to you."
   "Yes. His file is with me." The old man got his briefcase and pulled out
the file, placing it on the desk, with his hands over the records.
   "Why is his record not available?"
   "Well, because I handle it personally."
   "Why?"
   "Before I answer you that, tell me why do you want it?"
   "I suspect the shooting in St. Claire served to another purpose."
   "What do you mean?"
   "The Capo Monteiro is under arrest. Next thing you know two police
officers are about to get money directly from the hands of two Monteiros?

   The old man's face expression changed severely. He didn't possess facts
on that alleged money.
   "I know nothing about it, are you sure of what you're talking about?"
   "Yes. It's a fact. But it's like a puzzle and the parts seem to be
scattered all around. I have two pieces. I was hoping you could help me
with more. That was why I wanted Lopez file. Anything can be useful."

   Lopez's file contained dark stuff. Old news, but still dark stuff. He
was about to let Richard into something that, saying the very least, should
be dealt with carefully. Richard Desbordes could be trusted, though,they
were on the same side.

   "Richard, I'm gonna level with you on Lopez. But... (a pause to breath)
...What I'm about to tell you is in strict confidence. You know what I
mean?"
   "None of this ever goes on the paper. I know the drill."
   "This is even worse than that. If the public gets wind of it, you're
gonna unleash demons you don't wanna meet and cause the chaos in the
city. I mean it."
   "Shit, man, are you per chance trying to scare me?"
   "No. I'm letting you know the facts. Although I'm sure they're not
relevant to your story."
   "How'd you know that?"

   What was in Lopez's file was old news. The old man knew he didn't have
to care about that though he also knew he had to give Richard something, or
he just wouldn't let it go. The last thing the Police needed at that time
was a journalist getting in their way while they were hoping something
might happen. They had much bigger problems to deal with.

   "Here. Lopez has always been a good cop. Third generation in the
force. Things changed two years ago when his wife divorced him."
   "Why?"
   "She caught him in unsavory activities."
   "Meaning?"
   "She walked in on him performing male fellatio on an underaged boy."
   "She what? Oh... Fellatio... You mean she caught him sucking the boy's
cock?"
   "Yes man... I was sugar coating it."
   "So he's a child molester?"
   "No, it's not like that. This kid is well known for enjoying having
older men down on to his... Manhood. For meaningless gifts, you know?
Liquor, cigarettes, whatever he wanted at the moment of the, uh, encounter,
you could put it that way. It's not a defenseless child. It's a young man
who takes advantage of older men weakness."
   "But what makes you sure this Lopez is not doing the same stuff with
altogether different boys?"
   "Had him under surveillance for over a year after that incident."
   "P.I.?"
   "Sure. Wouldn't have one of my men workin on that matter."
   "And?"
   "And whenever he felt his needs acting up after that, he drove up north
about 80 miles to a, I don't know how you call it, a gay massage house, or
something."
   "Who's that boy, anyway?"
   "Don't exactly know him, but it's a white blond kid, thin as a
toothpick, just the kind you spot on the street and think: 'doesn't your
mother feed you?' You know the type, right?"

   The old man just let Richard go through the file and digest the
information he just received while he took the box of goods he bought and
started digging in those twinkies he got fresh in the bakery.
   It was clear Richard wasn't going to say anything, so the old broke the
silence.
   "Man, I'm a sucker for this twinkies... This white creamy fillin... It's
amazing..."

   Richard's face turned into one of disgust.

   "Oh, come on, Rex. Do you know that in the gay world those
white-blond-kids-thin-as-a-toothpick are called?"
   "No, why?"
   "They're called twinkies! And you saying you love this
white-creamy-filling is not helpin!"
   "Oh, fuck, Richard. Don't ruin them for me!"

   Richard handed the file back to the old man.
   "So, are you done with Lopez?"
   "Well, yes. I'm done with him as long as he don't go to the county's
young boys ever again, right?"
   "If that ever happens, Richard, I myself give you carte blanche to lock
him in a cage with the lions, and pretty much throw away the keys."
   "Ok then."
   "I never got to understand what is it that attract men like Lopez to
such improper demeanor."
   "It's the 21st century, the concept of sex has been broadened so widely
that average man won't understand it."
   "I know that. Then again, who am I to judge, you know? My own daughter
lives with a woman in Atlanta. Never got what get their juices flowing."
   "That happens."
   "I'm too old fashioned for my own good. My wife, the woman I've been
married for over thirty years never blew me..."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. You know what I did?"
   "Just dropped it and never brought it up again?"
   "No. I did what all good presbyterian would do. I went to a hooker."

   Richard laughed out loud. The old man laughed too. Good thing to break
the ice.

   "Rex. You tried to feed me with some old news. I'm not really here for
that."
   The old man wanted to get rid of the journalist.
   "Richard for crying out loud! I'm here with my hands full. I have the
Capo Monteiro under custody, trying desperately to get the Feds take him
outta here and his lawyer is playing all sorts of legal shenanigans to keep
him here. Don't know why she's doing that! You know we've tried a lot to
get him in jail. The Monteiros deal with every crime described in law,
drugs, kidnaps, prostitution, and they manage to cover it with a facade of
clean business, washing the damned fucking money... When we finally lock
him up, I fear everynight someone is gonna call telling me he escaped. Let
this thing go away before coming on to me."
   "You mean, he might escape? It's not possible, is it?"
   "I'll tell you one thing: it's not impossible."
   "That's why I'm here, Rex. For christ sake! There's something odd about
those cops killing those Monteiros off in St. Claire. What ballistics say?"
   "Pretty standard. All things according to the officers report."
   "Then someone is keeping things from you. Or you're keeping things from
me."
   "I'm keeping no things from you. The Ballistics report is right here!
What do you mean? All black and white. Shooting distance match with
description, yadda yadda yadda, it's all right, the whole nine yards!"

   Richard went through his notes, then said.

   "Here is what it HAD TO SAY: The wounds inflicted in Vlad Monteiro are
not consistent with the scene your officers reported. Vlad Monteiro is more
likely to have wounds from gunshot at short distance, in a descending
trajectory, corresponding to someone who's shot when on their knees."
   "Are you fuckin mockin me?"
   "Just go check it. Some one is hiding something for some reason I don't
know, neither do you. I'm gonna hold the information I have and do some
diggin of my own."
   "Well you just do that! If you find anything on these cops, just let me
know! I'd be happy to fry them!"

   The old man got thinking and reading the official report again. Is it
possible that Richard is telling the truth? The report he had on his hands
had just been tampered with?

   Richard felt like he wasted his time with the old man. If he had shown
him the video of the shooting, the conversation would have been totally
different. Things would be or could be solved easily toward the cops. But
the story wouldn't grow big. By withholding information, Richard was just
hoping he could get ahead of things and build some big story, his
presentiment was strong toward this.
   That information about Lopez could be used as leverage if he ever
needed. But that wasn't determinant. Only if he needed to get Lopez talking
through some underhanded means.
   What about that e-mail mentioning the money? Richard wanted to know
about that but he couldn't just trust some e-mail never knowing where it
came from. Richard himself could pull through a lot of crap to get someone
talking. It might as well be someone trying to figure out what he really
knew. Conspirational thinking? Of course. Always.
   He should now call the Monteiros lawyer, get her to make an official
statement. That was no big deal, lawyers like her love the free
publicity. Just a statement about the killing of two family members of his
clients. After that, Richard planned get fully prepped, because the editor
was going to grill him next morning. He just knew that.

   Richard went back to his office and started writing a proper answer to
that e-mail. Ask the right questions in order to get the answers he wanted
and needed.

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   Josh finished his gardening activities then called Mrs. Briggance to see
what was the deal for looking after her kid. That one was
easy. Eleven-year-old, who looked up to Josh. Throw in some soccer in the
backyard, then it's a done deal. Josh called Shawn too, he wanted to know
how things went in the shelter, Shawn had just stepped in the house.
   "Come on over in a few, Josh, I'm just gonna shower this cat pee away
from me..."
   "Do you... Did some cat pee on you?"
   "Yup... All the greatness of working with pets..."
   "Ok... I'll be over soon."
   "Bye."

   Josh thought the idea of Shawn volunteering in the pet shelter said a
whole lot about him. He might as well be the perfect guy. Shawn's own idea
of the same volunteering said a lot about him, indeed. But what it said was
not that Shawn was perfect. It said otherwise, said that Shawn had to fill
his mind with stuff. Maybe wash away things from the past, pay for the sins
that insisted on keeping him awake at night, and haunting him in nightmares
whenever he could actually sleep.

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   Michael Hunter opened the door after Josh rang the bell and told his son
was in the shower, he could go wait in his room if he wanted. Josh made
small talk, asking about business, very nice he said, things were getting
into place. Mr. Hunter wasn't much talkative at all so Josh just thanked
him and went upstairs.
   Josh had been in that bedroom before when it was the guest room in
VonBrauns house and then in the day the Hunters moved in, but then there
were boxes here and there. Now it had Shawn's personal touch to it. The
double bed was kept, it was good to sleep alone in a double, so spacious.
   That boy had a lot of books, many Harold Robbins' titles, a good number
of John Grisham's, Scott Turow, Stephen King, Sidney Pollack, Douglas
Adams' Hitchhikers Guide collection and so on, there were a few books in
what seemed to be Spanish, he guessed but understood 'nada' of what was
written in those book spines. Apparently Shawn wasn't your regular
'Twilight Saga' kind of teenager, he seemed to read a lot. Josh didn't
touch anything, he just waited. The bathroom door was just across the hall,
his friend was taken by surprise when he came in the bedroom wrapped in a
towel and drying his hair with another towel.
   Shawn wrapped in a towel was quite a nice sight.
   "Oh, hi Josh."
   "I thought I came in a little too soon... Your father just let me in and
told me to wait here."
   "No, it's ok."
   "You have a lot of books."
   "You like reading?"
   "I thought I liked, but your collection outnumber mine by far."
   Shawn just smiled.

   "Oh, man... You probably wanna change and I'm here babbling. You want me
to get out for you to, uh, change?"
   "I don't think we need that, you know? You've already seen what I have
underneath this towel, right?"
   "Oh... Hehehe, I guess you're right..."
   "And plus..." Shawn turned his back to Josh and closed the door. "...I'm
not really in a hurry to get dressed..."

   Hint hint, Josh.
   Josh cleared his throat. His neighbor held his hand and pulled him
closer. The smell of Shawn's cologne and his upper body which was still a
little moist just turned him on and his cock got acted up immediately after
Shawn touched him. They embraced and kissed, Josh's arms behind that naked
back, feeling him up, his wet hair. There was something poking Josh beneath
the towel. He just had to touch that, feel that thing he liked a whole lot.
   Shawn got rid of Josh's shirt, and grabbed on to the waistband of his
trousers, pulling him closer to him, unbuttoned it, looking Josh in the
eyes, unzipped, allowing it to fall around Josh's ankles and he went down
kissing Josh's torso, reaching down to his briefs, pulling it down to his
ankles.
   You get two teenager boys locked in a room and well, not much
imagination is needed to know they're probably end up doing stuff at some
point. Josh had recently discovered sex and now he thought he had to take
whatever opportunity he got his hands on. Shawn was a different deal, he'd
been dealing with sex for quite a while, but recent events had him apart of
sex until he met Josh. And Josh was a hell of a great partner to do this
kind of thing. This new kid was totally willing.
   Shawn had Josh on the bed and gave him a nice kiss-treating all
throughout his body and they made out naked, just groping each other's
bodies, boy bits, just a nice lovely duo. He then reached in for his drawer
and got a condom and a lube tube. Given Shawn was calling the shots on this
one, Josh thought he knew all too well where this condom was going to end
up. But he was wrong. Yes, Shawn had this thing on his mind. He wanted Josh
and he wanted him in a way that wasn't very used to.
   The condom wrap was ripped open and the condom soon met Josh's cock. Oh
that was a surprise. Josh was expecting otherwise. Shawn rolled it down and
then some lube went on, then on himself. Next thing Josh knew was his
neighbord mounted on him, placing his hard cock up on the waiting puker,
while they kept kissing. Shawn had Josh really where he wanted and forced
himself down on the shaft. Josh left out a moan, not too loud, Shawn bit
his lower lip as his boy hole was rammed with his weight on that cock. They
couldn't be loud, Mr. Michael Hunter was just downstairs.
   Shawn had some surprises to Josh as they went along. Josh's cock was all
inside that boy hole and he pressed his puker against the cock and while at
it, he started sliding himself forwards and back. Josh shrunk his body at
every new Shawn's charge at that. The feeling was like his cock being
thrusted a thousand times all packed into one movement. Josh's pubic hair
rubbing against Shawn's butt was all-the-way exciting. Sex was a surprising
thing, Josh decided. By just changing partners he was experiencing all
whole new sensations.
   This guy was determined to make Josh crazy judging by the way he rode
him. It was some mad thing to watch and even harder for Josh to not be
loud.
   Poor Josh passed the point of no return while Shawn really treated him
with his ass. Sometimes pressing it, sometimes just riding the boy...
   It was freaking hard but they both managed to not be loud. There were
moans and sighs, but very likely nothing to make the dad downstairs suspect
this little visit. Then again, this little visit didn't have this
agenda. Josh came in to ask how was the pet shelter thing, which he never
got around to.
   Shawn didn't cum, he only leaked his precum, but he might as well have
came, because he leaked a lot on Josh tommy, bellybutton... When he finally
climbed off Josh, he checked the condom...
   "Man, you shot a whole damned load..."
   "Did I?"
   "Check here, the condom. You flooded the damn thing, here, all over
around the head..."
   "Well... I didn't know that."
   "It's fucking hot."

   Shawn put that condom away and they laid on the bed talking, hand in
hand, you know, this very romantic thing.
   They talked about the e-mail Josh sent the journalist, but until before
he came over, nothing had arrived.
   "I was looking at your books... Wow, you have so many... Those in the
top shelf are, uh, Spanish?"
   "No, Portuguese."
   "Portuguese?"
   "Yes, my mom was brazilian, my father used to call her 'Morena', which
means something like 'tanned girl'."
   "I'm gonna call you 'Morena' too, because you're pretty naturally tanned
yourself."
   "Then you'd have to say Moreno. With an O in the end."
   "Ok, languages are very complicated, I'm just gonna call you Shawn."
   "All right..."
   "Brazilian, how interesting. And do you speak Portuguese?"
   "No, just a few words. I kept the books, you know, maybe someday I'll
learn."
   "That one, first in the second shelf..."
   "79 Park Avenue?"
   "Yes. I got interested in that title."

   Luckily for Shawn, that one he really read.

   "That's a great one. It's starts in NY in late 30's or early 40's, don't
recall exactly now. It's about a woman, very beautiful, and she's very
aware of her looks. She's raped, she goes to juvie or real jail, don't
remember, then she somehow ends in prostitution business, but I'm not gonna
spoil it for you, why don't you just take it to read?"
   "Can I?"
   "Sure. Oh, but, return it to me after you read... Please."
   "Ok. No problem. I know you have lots of books, you must love every one
of them."
   "Yes, they're very special to me."

   They cuddled and kissed for some time more, then Josh had to leave,
because the next day early in the morning he had a babysitting job.
   "Oh really?"
   "Yes... Just down the street, in he end of the cul-de-sac. You know, you
could drop by so we could chat a little. You're gonna see me in real action
as a working dude."
   "Ok, I'll go there after my morning run."

   After Josh left, taking the book with him, Shawn sat there looking at
those shelves, filled with books he never read. He took one that was next
to what Josh had taken and started flipping its pages and thought to
himself, "he really loved reading." The title of that book read "Dreams die
first". Shawn had no idea what was the book about, but that title said it
all. Dreams die first.  Then he mumbled to no one in specific. But maybe to
someone who might be watching from somewhere...
   "Oh, babe, one day I promiss I'll read all your books, that way I'm
gonna be closer to you..."

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   Before going to bed, Josh checked his e-mail one last time.
   There it was. The message from the journalist.

"About the St. Claire's police shooting. Do you think there are more facts
to it than just a case of stolen car? Have you heard anything about another
robbery of a considerable amount of cash and some jewelry?"

   "Good afternoon,
   Yes, there are more than just a case of a stolen car.
   Do you, per chance have information about the money?
   Also, do you have a name?
   Are you willing to meet with me so we could talk about the things you
know?

   And last of all, but of no less importance: These policemen involved in
that crime are dangerous people. I advise you not to keep contact with
them.

   I hope to hear from you soon.
   My best regards,
   Richard L. Desbordes
   (Georgetown County Gazette)"

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End of chapter 4
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