Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2006 02:55:03 +0000
From: Confidential Confidential <quistis15646@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nili Monteiro

Author's Note: Well, I'm sure everyone knows the whole
warning and copyright things, yadda, yadda, moving on. Oh,
anything commets can be sent to quistis15646@hotmial.com



Chapter 1- Movin' On Out



     Riding the bus in the desert isn't much fun. There's
nothing to see as you look out the window, watching what
passes you by. Of course, I didn't have a choice on where I
was being relocated. You see, I'm not supposed to tell
anyone this, but the Witness Protection Program is moving me
here. Why couldn't I go to San Francisco? Or even New York?
No, they had to send me to Red Sand, Arizona. I've come to
notice on this bus ride that some of these towns and cities
out here in the middle of nowhere have odd names, ones you
don't hear or even see very often. I guess they're that way
because it'd funny to new comers so they aren't bothered
with the heat. At least the bus has air conditioning and
we're driving on an actual road. I figure everyone who's not
used to the heat and high temperatures complains about it.
I'm mainly complaining because I don't like being the sun
for long amounts of time, mainly because I don't tan.

     Now most people would think, `why don't you tan'? It
goes back to what my mom told me years ago. With my short,
now shoulder length with side swept banes mahogany hair and
bright, piecing green eyes and fair skin tone, my mom always
told me that I was the son of Mother Nature. Plus, to boot,
I was a total twink with the small, slim, hairless body with
feminine curves and boyish looks. She said that having the
name Solaris also proved that put even more but most
everyone called me Sol. Well, used to anyway, I have a new
identity now, Nili, pronounced knee-lee. My new last name is
now Monteiro where as before it was Jennings. So, hi, I'm
Nili Monteiro.

     Being wrapped up in my thoughts, I never notice that we
had arrived at my stop. The bus driver was shaking my
shoulder lightly saying, "Hey kid, this is your stop." I
turned my head to him before grabbing my backpack, large
roller suitcase and cat cage. My cat is a black one, with
white blue eyes, so I named her Midnight. Yeah, I took it
from the Catwoman movie but, who cares, it fits her. It took
me a minute to juggle all my stuff out of the door of the
bus but I was able to do it. I stood; looking around what I
figured was the entrance of the town. It looked like any
small town, just out in the desert. Well, maybe this
wouldn't be so bad. Now, to find the Police Station before I
melt.

     I swished my banes to the side but I had wispy hair so
it fell right back into place. That one thing I didn't like
my hair yet loved about it at the same time. It was soft and
if I run my hand through, it just falls back into place.
Midnights meow brought me out of looking at the town and I
started to make my way down the side of the road, looking at
very building as I went and seeing what was around. The few
people that I saw stared at me, of course wondering who I
was and why I had a suitcase and cat cage and appeared to be
wondering. Lucky for me, the station was just around the
first corner so I stepped inside into the air conditioned
office and a smile came onto my face. Getting used to the
heat was going to take a long while, I could tell that now.

     A cherry looking brunette woman who seemed mid 20's was
standing behind the large counter. She was dressed in a
simple lavender business suit jacket and skirt. As I walked
up to it, she smiled at me. "Well, hi there! How can I help
you?" I smiled in return and set Midnight's cage on the
ground.

     "Yes, I have an appointment with the Sheriff; tell him
it's about the Kuei-Jin matter." She looked at me with a
look of confusion but turned an opened the door to the
Sheriff's office and whispered to him. Well, what's Kuei-
Jin? It's a name for Kindred of the East from Vampire the
Masquerade. My `project' I guess you could call it used this
code name because, not only was it my idea, but Kuei, in
Chinese, means ghost or demon, and Jin means person. That's
what I was, a ghost person of someone else. Plus, Kuei-Jin
are said to be reborn in the second breath, which also apply
here, no longer being Solaris Jennings but Nili Monteiro,
I've been reborn. I thought it was nifty.

     The brunette lady came back and a big strapping man who
reminded me of a 30 year old, tall maybe about 6' 4'' gym
teacher who was still in great shape. I could understand one
reason why this guy would be Sheriff, he had an intimidation
about him, like `mess with me and you're going to pay' kind-
of thing. Obviously not the guy you ever want to mess with
or having coming after you. The only thing that made him see
like a normal guy was when he grinned and you shook his
head. Then you he had a presence that made you feel safe,
knowing he was around. I shook his hand, which to say was
his big hand engulfed mine and crushed it with his strength,
not literally of course. He introduced himself as Sheriff
Astin and invited me back to his office.

     While walking back to his office, the other officers
around the station took a glance at me, wondering who the
new person was no bet. I hated being new and having everyone
stare at you; it made me feel uneasy. As I stepped into the
Sheriff's office, he closed the door and told me to take a
seat. I set my suitcase and bag down by the door and sat
Midnight's cage on the chair next to mine. Sheriff Astin
pulled out a file from his cabinet and set it on his desk.
"So, Mr. Nili Monteiro." he said, pronouncing it nile mon-
terry-o. I correct him by telling him it was pronounced knee-
lee monty-arrow. He apologized for saying it incorrectly but
I waved my hand, saying it was no trouble.

     "Well now, says here you are to be placed with a foster
family. We've got you set to stay with Mr. Brian Everett.
He's the Social Studies teacher at the school here, nice man
he is. Ahhh.also says the rest of your stuff should arrive
by the end of the week. Anything else need to be said or
clarified?" I shook my head. The Sheriff stood, pushing his
chair back and started for the door to his office. He picked
up my back pack and roller suitcase and started to head out
as I followed him. He said that Mr. Everett would be here in
about 5 minutes to pick me up so I could wait in the lobby
and if I needed anything, just ask. The brunette gave me a
welcome basket of cookie with a big smile on her face. Ohhh,
they were triple chocolate too. I got a huge smile on my
face and thanked her.

     "Yo Susan, where's my cookies?" an officer asked. Susan
rolled her eyes and continued to sort through some paper
work.

     "I just gave you cookies yesterday, not my fault you
ate them all in one big bite." This caused some snickers
from the other officers around. I came to notice everyone
had that accent. I wasn't sure what kind of accent to call
it, but they all had and to them, I had the rural city kid
accent I'm sure.

     I sat in a chair in the lobby and let Midnight out of
her cage. She sprang onto my lap and laid down, her eyes
staring at what was around her. I wouldn't say she was
trained, but she was very well behaved, never caused me any
problems. I started to scratch behind her ears and her eyes
fell shut and her head tilted back slightly as she started
to purr. Her purring was soothing, like having a fan on
while you sleep to blow cool air on your face. "Umm.Nili
Monteiro?" I looked up and had to do a double take. Talk
about perfection definition of tall, dark, and hunky.

     "Uh.yes, I'm Nili," I answered. The hunky god smiled.
He extended his hand to me.

     "Well, hey there. I'm Mr. Everett, how are ya?" he
asked me as we shook hands. I smiled as I placed Midnight
back into her cage.

     "I'm alright, no troubles," I answered, still smiling.
I stood, and notice that compared to my 5' 5'', he towered
over me being 6' 6'' tall. I was a little taken aback by
this but he merely laughed.

     "Don't worry, I get that reaction a lot from people,"
he told me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He had big hands
and I felt like he could crush me without any effort what so
ever. My gosh, he was like a huge giant. He picked up my
backpack and grabbed my roller suitcase and said, "Come on,
truck's outside."

     I followed him outside the station to see an old yet
well taken care of, flatbed truck. He placed my bags in the
back before opening the door me. I climbed in and held
Midnight's cage in my lap. Climbing into the driver side,
Mr. Everett started the truck and we headed off.

                             ***

     Mr. Everett lived about a mile outside of the town so
we made small talk as we rode along. He asked how I was
doing at my last school and I told him really well, straight
A's since freshmen year. The Sheriff said that was going to
send him my school record tomorrow. He seemed pleased about
this and started to ask me what kind of classes I was
taking. I told him I had been taking AAP English,
Accounting, BMA Computers, Trigonometry, Calculus, Research
in Science, and Government and Economy. He was surprised to
hear the hard classes I was taking, being only a junior.

     Arriving at his house, I saw that it looked like a
small, one story farm house.only we weren't on a farm. It
looked cozy and comfortable for a single guy to live in.
There was a swing patio chair on the front deck and judging
by the suns place in the sky, it was good for watching
sunsets with. Taking Midnight's cage, Mr. Everett grabbed my
backpack and suitcase. Unlocking the door, we headed inside.
I took a minute to look around. Small living room, dinging
room and kitchen with a hall leading back to what I
suspected was the bathroom and bedroom. It made me think
then if weather or not if there was a second bedroom for me.
I didn't want to sound mean, so I didn't ask.

     I took notice that things seemed a little hazardous,
meaning there was stud kind-of all over. Up, it's a single
guys place alright. "Sorry the place is a little messy right
now." I smiled.

     "Oh, I don't mind, it's no trouble at all," I told him.
I could understand with it being short notice and all. He
headed down the hall with my luggage and I followed. He
stepped into an average size master bedroom. "I don't have
an extra room so you'll have to stay in here. I hope you
don't mind."

     "Oh, it's alright, don't trouble yourself. I don't
mind, really?" I assured him. He smiled as he placed my
luggage near the window.

     "There's a bathroom through there that also has a door
to the hall. Well, that's it for `the grand tour' then. Any
questions?" he asked me. I shook my head. He slowly nodded
his head. "Well, you ever need to use the bathroom, go ahead
and do so whenever you need too, we're both men so don't
worry if I'm in there." I blushed slightly but nodded my
head. "Okay.well, let's see what's there to eat around
here."

                             ***

     We ended up having bean soup for supper. He said it was
homemade by Miss Catharine Yates. He told me she worked as
the secretary at the station. She really knew how to make
great soup and cookies. She must be a great chef in the
kitchen to be able to make this great of soup. I offered to
wash the dishes but Mr. Everett said he do it but I offered,
saying he went through the trouble of making the soup least
I could do was the dishes. So he excused himself to the
bathroom while I washed the dishes from supper and the
others that were in and around the sink and set them on the
drying rack.

     I wondered into the hall and stepped into the bathroom.
I was shocked to see Mr. Everett stand outside the shower,
testing the water temperature and wearing nothing but a
jockstrap. My eyes quickly looked over his well defended
hunky frame and big bulge in the pouch. He turned and smile
when he saw me and told me its okay, we're men. I nodded and
stood over the sink with my toothbrush and citrus
toothpaste. As I brushed my teeth, I watched as Mr. Everett
slid off the jockstrap and placed it in a hamper. I caught a
glimpse of his cock and it looked good size and I mean good
size. He wasn't hung as a baseball bat or anything, but
above average I guessed.
     I quickly looked elsewhere and continued to brush my
teeth. When I heard the shower door close, I rinsed my mouth
out and headed into the bedroom to change into my sleep
shorts and shirt. The shirt was about a size to big and
simply hung loosely on my small frame but the shorts were
short shorts and perfect size. They also showed off my great
legs, which I took pride in. Of course, it's what led to
this whole Witness Protection Program thing in the first
place, but I didn't want to think about that. Mr. Everett
said for tonight, I could go ahead and have his bed and he'd
sleep on the couch because my bed wouldn't be here until
tomorrow. We also had to get up early tomorrow because he
had to teach at the local high school and he wanted to take
me in so I could look around and get my classes taken care
of. Climbing under the warm covers, I snuggled down into the
pillow. I could faintly smell the cologne Mr. Everett wore.
It was a simple manly sent, nothing to distinguishable. Mom
always said I could sleep through the end of the world, I
knew she was right when my eyes closed and I was out.

                             ***

     I stood, sitting on the beach as the sun shone down the
breeze from the ocean waves crushed onto the shore. It was
peaceful. "Hey Twinky." A silly grin spread across my face
as I stared up at Brett, an 19-year-old guy with short,
sandy hair and dark brown eyes wearing a Hawaiian shirt
unbuttoned, showing his tight abs, and board shorts.

     "Oh, shut up," I said, hitting him on the leg playfully
before he sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my
shoulder as I leaned on him. We used to do this all the
time, sit here and just enjoy the breeze and sun. Of course,
I always had an umbrella with me and stayed in its shade. I
always wore a pair of Brett's board shorts and had the tie
them tight so they stayed up and wore one of his old white t-
shirts. When we went swimming, I always kept the t-shirt on
because he liked the `wet t-shirt' look against my slim
body.

     When he wasn't wearing a shirt, you could see he worked
out. He wasn't all muscled and everything, but he defiantly
had muscle definition in his arms and chest, as well as his
legs. He wasn't really a jock, but he did fit the profile,
and proved that not all jock are retarded. He maintained
steady A's and B's through school.

     While we were out swimming, he'd always lift me up on
his shoulders and I could see the entire beach. Sometimes
he'd bounce up and down or tickle my feet, but he always
through me off him into the water in a playful manner and
I'd dunk his head, getting his short, spiky hair messed up.
I always felt like we were the perfect couple, never really
having any problems. Whenever I sleep, I always dream about
him and this beach, our happiest times. It just what
happened one night after we left the beach that I wanted to
forget, and I didn't want to remember, and when the sun went
down at the beach, I woke always woke up.