Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 16:38:50 -0500
From: Bill Porter <wep363@netzero.net>
Subject: My Bodyguard Chapter 31

My Bodyguard Chapter 31

A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter.

This story is not true.

This is a story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex
story. However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you
are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do
not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however,
sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal
to read this story where you live, don't read it.

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The next day was a flurry of activity.  Mark and I packed up the rest of
his stuff and loaded it in his truck.  Ron noticed us packing up and came
over to find out what is going on.

"What is going on, guys?  Why are you packing everything up?" Ron asked.

"Mom quit her job at the diner.  They're closing down.  Mike's dad offered
her a job at his grocery store so she is moving up there.  She is going to
be selling the house so we need to get it ready.  It will probably take us
several weekends to get things ready."

"I'm sorry to hear that your mom lost her job.  I'm even sorrier to hear
that you are moving away, Mark.  I knew that you would be leaving in a year
but I didn't expect that you would leave so soon.  You really helped me get
through a rough time in my life when my wife died."

"I was just returning the favor for you helping me when my dad left.  I'm
sure that you can find someone else to work with."

"Actually I have found someone else.  Her name is Carol and she is real
sweet.  We have been going out now for about a month.  Things are starting
to get serious."

"I'm happy for you, Ron, and I will come visit you and continue to e-mail
you."

"Make sure that you bring Mike with you when you come."

We talked to Ron for a while longer and then we left to go home.  We went
home and unloaded and then I grabbed my van and followed Mark back down to
his house.  We filled up my van and Mark's truck with his mom's stuff and
took it up to Sam's house.  Mark's mom decided to move the rest of her
stuff into storage until her house could be sold and she could get into
another house.

By the time we got home it was late and we went right to bed.  The next day
we went to church and I noticed that everyone but Sally was being quiet.
When we got home Mark and I pulled Dad aside and asked him what's up.

"I told your mother about what happened with Jeff on the skiing trip.  She
went ballistic.  She said we were a bunch of hypocrites and we were
teaching Jeff to lie.  She had a long talk with Jeff and put the fear of
God into him."

"I didn't want to say anything because it was not my place, but I felt the
same way," Mark replied.  "I know that Jeff is your son now but I felt that
it was not handled properly.  Jeff is a strong boy and I felt that he COULD
control himself.  That's why I kept out of it.  I'm glad that Mama Amy went
ballistic instead of me."

"Your mother is still pissed so be careful what you say to her.  It would
not take too much to get her going.  Also be careful what you say to Jeff.
She wants us to be consistent.  She did not punish him.  However, she feels
that it is NOT normal for a nine year old to be sexually active.  She is
going to have Pastor Bradley talk to him and explain the moral, physical,
and emotional problems involved with sex at his age."

Mark went and found Mom and gave her a big hug.  The rest of the day we
walked on eggshells around Mom.  She does get mad easy but never stays mad
long.  But when she is really pissed it takes a day or two for her to get
over it.  I knew that she was going to keep a close eye on Jeff from now
on.

We started back into school Monday morning.  It's rough getting up early
and getting back into the swing of things after two weeks off.  By the end
of the week we were back up to speed.

Friday afternoon Captain Wright called from Chicago and said he would like
to come next week on Wednesday and stay until Friday.  Sunday we talked to
Sam and told him about the visit.  Monday he came to school and talked to
Principal Smith about the visit.  Principal Smith set up a meeting with
Superintendent Paul Douglas and Sam on Thursday.

Wednesday arrived and we went out to eat with Captain Wright.  He was glad
to see that Jeff and Sally were well adjusted.  The next day he met with
Principal Smith and Superintendent Douglas, along with Sam.  The meeting
went well.  Captain Wright was dressed in a plainclothes suit so no one
knew why he was there, including the teachers.  He sat in several of our
classes and could be seen in the halls and lunchroom.

He had another meeting on Friday and Sam told us later that he was
impressed with what he saw and still wanted us to come to Chicago in June.
He said that he only needed us for a month, so we agreed.

Mrs. Adams was working out really well at the store.  Dad said that she
would be ready to take over for Nick when he leaves in two weeks.  Saturday
we went down to her house with Dad and Sam.  We rented a truck and moved
all her big stuff in storage.  Then we cleaned the place up.  It went on
the market on Monday and sold on Wednesday.  We were all quite surprised.
She didn't have a mortgage on it, and got what she wanted for it.  She
plans on building a house next to us in the spring.

Ken made friends with this guy his age, called Dan.  We started to see less
and less of him.  He seemed very happy.  I think there is something going
on there.

Jeff made a few new friends too.  He still hung out with the twins but he
seemed to be just enjoying being a kid.

Sally is a joy to be around.  She is always crawling up on my lap and
cuddling.  She is always asking questions and wanting someone to read to
her.

Mark and I started studying really hard for SAT's and time started to move
really fast.  We took the test and both felt really good about how we had
done.

Our love and understanding grew and grew with each passing day.  I now know
what people mean when they say one and one equals one.  I think I'm growing
up and together at the same time.  Mark is more mature than I am and it's
rubbing off.

For Valentine's Day we went out to dinner.  We had a great time and when we
got home we had an even better time.

It was great having Mrs. Adams in town.  Dad said that she was doing a
great job at the store.  We get to see her several times a week.  I could
tell it made Mark very happy.

Winter turned into spring and Dad had started construction on the new
church and Mark's mom's house.  He said it would take several months to
complete.

I started having weird dreams again.  We were on the desert island.  Mark
and I were tied up together and then a dark figure with no face points a
gun at us and says, 'Now you're going to die'.  At that point I always wake
up sweating and my heart pounding.  It scares me.

May finally arrived and I took Mark to my favorite picnic spot.  It is a
secluded beach on Saginaw Bay.  It's a great place for Mark and me to get
some privacy.  The shoreline is curved and you can see for miles.  It's
surrounded by bushes, which gives us some privacy.  It's also a mile walk
from the road.  We strip down to our shorts and work on our tans.  Putting
on the suntan lotion is lots of fun.

The next weekend we planned on going again when Dad pulled us aside.

"Sam called, Mark, and he said that he wants you to wear a wire if you go
to the beach."

"How can he work on his tan if he is wearin' a wire, Dad?"

"I haven't had a wire on in months, Papa Greg.  Why is Sam all of a sudden
concerned?"

"It might be nothing, boys, but better safe than sorry.  Sam thinks that
you might have been followed last week.  You can worry about your suntan
another weekend."

"Okay, I'll do that.  I took my gun last weekend and I'll take it again."

"Like I said, boys, it's probably nothing but Sam wants to keep an eye on
you."

I was feeling a bit uneasy but Mark showed no fear and that put me at ease.
We packed a lunch and headed out.

"What do you think that was all about, Mark?"

"Sam gets a bit overly protective sometimes.  I'm sure it's nothing.  We
have had no problems in months."

"I guess you're right.  I just keep thinking about my dreams.  Our spot
does remind me of my dream."

"Don't get weird on me now, Mike.  Don't let your imagination run wild.
Dreams aren't real."

"I guess you're right, Mark.  I just love you so much and I can't bear the
thought of anything happening to you."

We drove the rest of the way in silence.  We could have stayed home.  But
being with Mark all this time has taught me to face my fears.  We parked
Mark's truck, gathered up our stuff, and started walking to our spot.  It
is a sunny day, about 68 degrees, without a cloud in the sky.  It's still
spring and the water is only like 45 degrees so there would be no swimming.

We got to our spot and we laid out a blanket.  I took off my shirt and we
ate lunch.  Mark and I laid on the blanket and fell asleep in each other's
arms.  The next thing I knew, someone was kicking my feet.  I opened my
eyes and looked up at the barrel of a gun pointed at me.  It was the
preacher's son from my old church, Pastor Simpson's son Brian.

"Keep still.  Get his gun.  We got you now," Brian said.

I looked around and there were three other guys with them, all seniors from
our school.  The Pastor's son and another both had hand guns.

"I knew you two were both faggots.  Only a faggot would stick up for
another faggot.  It doesn't matter anyway.  We are going to kill both of
you for what you did to Ed and the others.  We have been planning this for
months.  We have a boat about to pull in.  We are going to put a bullet in
your heads and dump you out in the Bay with a cement block tied around you.
No one will ever find out what happened to you, just like Jimmy Hoffa."

I was scared shitless.  Cool and calm Mark spoke.  "This is a setup, guys.
Put down your guns.  You're under arrest for conspiracy to comment murder."
Mark opened up his shirt and showed them the wire.  "You see, I'm bugged.
You aren't going to get away with anything.  If you kill us you will spend
the rest of your lives in jail.  You're not going to get away with
anything.  Now do the smart thing and lay down the guns while you're still
able to do it voluntarily."

"You're full of shit, Adams.  Nice try though, but I'm still going to kill
you.  Your daddy Greg has destroyed my dad's church.  He has nowhere to go.
For that alone you two deserve to die.  You have destroyed God's work.  I
might spend the rest of my life in jail but you're going to spend all
eternity in hell.  See, here comes the boat now.  Now you're going to die."

I thought I was going to piss myself.  Just then the other guy with a gun
dropped it.

"I can't do it, Brian.  I don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail.
If you're going to do this, you're going to have to do it yourself."

Brian was even more pissed now.  "You're either for me or against me.  Pick
up that gun or you'll join them."

"Don't you see how crazy you sound, Brian?  I have done nothing to you and
now you're threatening to kill me.  Forget it, Brian, these two faggots
aren't worth spending the rest of your life in jail for."

"He's just bluffing.  He is too far away for the wire to work.  If you
don't have the balls to do this, I'll do it myself."

With that Brian pointed the gun at me and pulled back the hammer.  The next
thing I saw was Brian's head exploding.  As if in slow motion, a halo of
blood, brains, and bone flew from both sides of his head at once.  About a
half second later I heard the report of two shots almost on top of each
other.  Brian fell to the ground dead, missing most of his head.

Mark quickly jumped up and grabbed the gun the other guy had dropped.  He
had the other three cuffed in no time and even took the guy in the boat
into custody.  I saw a helicopter land about a half-mile down the beach and
then take back off.  It went about a half-mile up the beach and landed
again.  Then it took back off and landed near us.  Four men got out.  Sam,
two guys with high-powered rifles with huge scopes, and this old guy.  I'd
thought I recognized the old guy.  They approached.

"I know you, you're that Rudy guy from the TV show on the Island."

"That's right, son.  I was in charge of the Navy Seal team that Sam was in
when he was in the Navy.  We have been watching you two for months.  Sam
and I put together a team to keep an eye on you.  We have been aware of
this group for quite some time.  We wondered when they were going to make
their move.  One of them followed you up here last week."

Then he walked up to the guy who dropped the gun.

"Son, dropping that gun was the smartest thing you ever did.  One of those
bullets that blew your friend's head off almost went into your head
instead."

"I don't know how to thank you, sir.  You saved our lives," Mark said.

"You don't need to thank me.  You can however thank Sam and Mike's dad for
hiring us.  All I know is I'm finally going to get my million dollars for
helping out some queer guy."

"Well, this is the least that I can do."  And Mark pulled Rudy into a huge
hug.  Rudy rolled his eyes and hugged Mark back.  Then we both hugged Sam
and each other.  I started crying in Mark's arms.  I guess it was all a bit
much for me.

Five were arrested for attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder.
There were the three at the beach, the one in the boat, and one in a car
that had dropped them off and was going to pick them all up at the dock the
boat came from.  Brian Simpson was taken to the morgue.  It was an
open-and-shut case.  The whole thing was both videotaped and the sound
recorded.  The Seal team were all deputies working for Sam, hired by my
dad.  We never had a clue that they were around.

It WAS NOT the bullets that killed Brian Simpson.  It was hate.  And it was
my Dad's, Mom's, Sam's, and Mark's unconditional LOVE that saved me.

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Well, folks, that's it.  This is how I planned on ending the story when I
first started writing it.  Anything beyond this point would be an
anticlimax.  I don't want to run this story into the ground.

Thanks for your hundreds of e-mails.  It kept me encouraged to write.  A
very, very special thanks to Ed for all his help, making my work readable.
Without him I could not have completed this story.  Thanks to David for
letting me post this story to Nifty.  Thanks to Wayne, Art, and Matt for
e-mailing me after almost every chapter.  And thanks to my boring job that
gave me time to write.

I have another writing project that I'm working on right now but it's not
really a Nifty type of story.  I might do a season two of My Bodyguard
sometime down the road for all the fans of Mike and Mark, or perhaps a
different story.