Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 11:51:55 EDT
From: Jetjt@aol.com
Subject: Super Jeff, Chapter 22

The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is
offensive to you or you are too young please exit now. This story is the
property of the author and may not be reproduced without permission.  John
Tucker JETjt@aol.com


				SUPER JEFF

			    Chapter Twenty-two

JEFF'S POV

The trip to the airport was uneventful. There were 6 of us plus two
security people. Jon, Ben, Chris and I rode in one of the Aztec-Security
cars along with one security man who drove. Amanda and Rick were in the
other. Our luggage filled both trunks. A third security man would remain at
the house with Frank who was being cared for by his partner Paul in their
`apartment'. The men would remain in California after we boarded the plane,
their places being taken over by security people from Las Vegas, when we
arrived.

The day after Tyler left had been uneventful. There was no news in the
search for our parents and Tyler assured us by phone that the investigation
was going full force, not only in L.A. but in England as well as Syria. The
few leads we had were being followed up on but there was still no real
tangible progress. At Tyler's insistence we returned to our routines,
except that for now at least, Ben and Jon joined us in our morning runs,
our exercises and even squeezed in a game of early morning golf. It was
comical to watch the two tough youngsters try to hit the little white
ball. Golf, a game that I'm sure they had scorned as a game for wimps had
caused them such frustration that, except that both Chris and I could do
it, would have caused them to quit almost immediately. Mandy had spent the
early part of the day with Rick showing him the sights of Southern
California near home. I'm sure it drove their security guard crazy, but he
managed to at least keep them in sight.  The time to leave finally came and
as promised the plane with a large RET on its tail stood waiting to take us
to Las Vegas.

Once our cars arrived at the curb, waiting stewards quickly emptied the
trunks onto waiting dollies to deliver to the plane's cargo hold. Saying
goodbye to our security guys, we entered the terminal building and crossed
through the security screen. On the other side the plane's steward who was
young and cute, introduced himself as Dave and ushered us out onto the
tarmac.

The sight of the plane was impressive, to say the least. It was a Grumman
GV and stood sleek and polished, high on its landing gear. The hatch was
open and the retractable stairway was extended down to the pavement. We
followed the steward up the stairs, then he turned just inside the plane
and gestured that we were to turn right, instructing us to take any seat
available. Once we were aboard, he pressed a button causing the stairway to
retract under the floor of the cabin. When the small motors had stopped,
signaling that the stair was properly stowed, he swung shut the hatch and
turning a large recessed lever, locked it securely.

As the engines began their wind-up I looked around at the sumptuous
interior. Rich leathers covering the chairs, sculpted carpeting, and real
wood grained trim all blended in to create a plush, warm interior that was
dazzling. Soft music was playing over hidden speakers throughout the cabin
at a level that it was comfortable to speak yet hear the music
adequately. Then the music suddenly stopped.

"Welcome aboard. This is Captain Thane. Please fasten your seatbelts as we
will be in the air shortly. Our flight time to Las Vegas will be 50
minutes. The weather there is a warm 98 degrees, but it's only a short walk
to the terminal. David our steward will be serving snacks and drinks after
takeoff. Please inform him of any other desires you might have. We hope you
will enjoy your flight."

The plane rolled down the taxiway toward the end of the runway as David
appeared.  The attractive steward then recited a somewhat rote speech about
the aircraft and emergency procedures. By the time we stopped behind
another plane waiting to take off he was done.

"Please excuse the canned speech," he apologized with a smile, "but it's
something we do anytime passengers not familiar with the plane are
aboard. Once in flight, I'll return to the main cabin and explain the
entertainment features of the aircraft and offer you refreshments. Now if
you're all buckled up, I'll do the same."

He retreated to a small crew cabin behind the cockpit and closed the
door. The engines began to increase in speed as the plane lined up on the
runway and stopped. They continued to run at a medium speed while the
brakes kept the plane from moving. After a moment the brakes were released
and the engines began to whine as the plane began its takeoff roll. We felt
the plane quickly accelerate, then the nose lifted and the plane shot into
the afternoon sky.

As soon as we leveled off into a gentle climb, Dave reappeared.

"Could I get you anything to drink?" he asked as he delivered three trays
of snacks. The younger guys' eyes about popped out of their heads when they
saw the trays. One was heaped with boiled shrimp, lobster bits and rolled
up sliced meats of various descriptions. The second was decorated with
colorful small sandwiches of numerous breads and fillings, while the third
was piled with veggies, cheese, and dip.

Mandy, Chris, Rick and I ordered our drinks while the boys piled small
plastic plates high with goodies. Once they had done so, they also ordered
drinks and returned to their chairs. At that stage the other four of us
descended on the trays and tried to be a bit more circumspect, though we
too returned to our seats with loaded plates. In moments Dave was back with
the drinks which he distributed.

"I'm sorry the flight is so short," he apologized. "We have all kinds of
movies, but there really isn't time to see them. We do have a good
assortment of video games and of course TV and a large library of
music. For those who like to read, we have magazines, newspapers and a
modest book selection of best sellers and classics." He handed out some
printed sheets and we reviewed the offerings.

Ben and Jon opted for video games, while Mandy and Rick chose
magazines. Chris and I decided to watch TV which was available either on a
large wide-screen located on the forward bulkhead or on small flip out
screens at our seats. We chose the small ones, and plugged in earphones so
that we could hear our programs without disturbing anyone else.

David showed us how to operate the TV controls and the Tivo device that
would record the continuing program if we needed to take a break, then play
it back when we were ready. Chris selected a program on the History
Channel, and I decided to catch up on the news on CNN. I was just in time
to watch the world news. The anchor man began with an announcement that
immediately caught my attention:

"In a strange twist of news, there is an unconfirmed report that Osama Bin
Laden was sighted in France yesterday."

I pressed the `record' button as the narration continued.

"It is rumored that Bin Laden visited a hospital while in Marseilles,
leading to speculation that he is ill. While we are following up on the
report, employees at the hospital have been tight-lipped, only responding
to speculation with `no comment.' The Bush Administration has pledged to
find out the truth in their search for the world's most wanted
man. Secretary of State Rice is reported to have requested the aid of the
French government. CNN will report on this story further as it develops."

I immediately pressed the call button for David, not daring to handle
further the selection buttons on the Tivo for fear of erasing what had been
recorded.

He appeared quickly, stepping to the area where I was seated with Chris.

"How may I be of service?" he asked smiling.

"I'm watching CNN and a story came on that I recorded. Can you play it over
on the big screen?" I asked handing him the controls.

He took the controls and after pressing a few buttons, asked if I was ready
to see it again.

I stood up, nudging Chris to remove his earphones and called to Amanda and
Rick.

"Hey guys," I said in a raised voice. Rick and Amanda looked up as Chris
removed his earphones. "You have to see this!  Watch the big screen TV."

I nodded to David.

The announcement came on missing only the lead-in sentence. Everyone
watched, captivated by the story. When it was over Chris and I clicked off
our small TV screens and joined Rick and Amanda in rear facing seats
opposite them.

"What do you think?" I asked Amanda.

"I'm kinda confused," she replied. "If Dad is treating Bin Laden and he and
mom are in Syria, why is Bin Laden in France?"

"Tests!" Rick immediately theorized. "The Middle East is notorious for its
lack of medical expertise, especially in highly technical procedures. You
read all the time of government leaders from many of the third world
countries who visit the US or Western Europe when they are seriously
ill. It's not likely that Bin Laden could stay safely in Europe for long
without being discovered though. That leaves only tests, which could easily
only occur there in Europe or in America."

"That makes sense," Chris added. "If Doctor Pop was treating him, he'd want
to have the most sophisticated diagnostics done. It's unlikely that they
have that kind of equipment in Syria."

"David, can we make a copy of that announcement?" I asked the handsome
steward who had remained nearby.

"Sure," he replied. "I'll copy it onto a DVD and have it for you in a few
minutes."

Disappearing into a small office niche located in the front of the cabin,
he was gone only minutes until he returned with the DVD in a small green
`jewel box.'

"Thanks David," I said, accepting the small plastic square.

"You're welcome Mr. Richards," he replied.

"It's Jeff, David," I corrected. "This is Chris, and over there is Amanda,
my sister, and Rick, her boyfriend.  The other two boys are Jon and Ben. We
really appreciate your help."

"You're welcome, Jeff," David said smiling, then checking his watch. "We
should be landing in about 15 minutes," he announced. "Is there anything
further that I can help you with?"

"No, but you've been very helpful," I responded.

"Thank you Sir."

"^Ċit's Jeff."

"Yes Sir, it is," David said smiling as he stepped away and disappeared
into the crew's quarters.

"We are approaching McCarran Airport in Las Vegas," the pilot announced
over the PA system. "Please fasten your seatbelts."

Rather than move back to our previous seats, Chris and I fastened the belts
in the chairs that we now occupied.

"We need to show this to Tyler as soon as possible," I stated, waving the
jewel box.

"My guess could be entirely wrong," Rick warned.

"Possibly, but you could be totally right just as easily," I
countered. "We'll give this to Tyler, give him your idea, and then it's up
to him."

"Sounds like a plan," Chris concluded. "Now let's talk about what we want
to do in Las Vegas."

"Run every morning, do our weight training and play golf," I more than
suggested. "Oh, yeah, and I have piano practice and an essay to write."

"One thing about Jeff," Mandy said, "He's consistent."

		* * *

Once the plane landed we quickly filed out. The plane was parked in the RET
hangar and a man-door at the end of the building opened as soon as the
plane stopped completely and a man stepped through. In a moment, even as
the engines were winding down, the plane's hatch opened and the stairway
began to extend. As its ends touched the ground, David stepped away from
the opening, allowing Rick to lead the passengers down to the concrete
hangar floor. Before he could make the final step, Tyler walked up and
extended his hand to shake. Rick took Tyler's hand.

"Welcome to Las Vegas," Tyler said for the benefit of us all.

"Good to see you again Tyler," Rick said as he shook Tyler's hand, then
stepped aside so that Mandy could finish descending the stairway which his
body was blocking.

Tyler repeated his welcome to each of us, even remembering Ben and Jon's
names, though he'd spent little time with them in California. Once we were
all on the ground, he led us out of the hangar which contained not only the
GV but two smaller jets.

"What about our luggage?" I asked as we headed toward a large white
Cadillac Escalade out in the parking lot.

"Sterling, my man, will take care of it," Tyler promised. "We brought two
cars since there is not enough room in the Escalade for all of us and your
luggage too."

"Did Dan come with you?" Amanda asked.

"No, he decided that we'd all be more comfortable with one body less,"
Tyler answered. "Hop in," he invited as he unlocked all the doors.

I took the front passenger seat, Jon and Ben took the third row seats,
while Chris, Mandy and Rick took the center seat. Once Tyler had started
the car I pulled out the DVD.

"Did you happen to see the latest news on CNN?" I asked.

"No, what's new?" Tyler replied.

"CNN is reporting that Osama Bin Laden was seen yesterday at a medical
facility in Marseilles, France.  Rick seems to think that he might be there
for medical tests that he can't get in Syria. We made a copy of the report
on the plane." I added.

"That's an interesting hypothesis Rick," Tyler complimented. "It's a
definite possibility. Excuse me a moment, I have a couple of calls to
make."

Pulling out his cellular phone, Tyler hit `speed dial' and began speaking
to someone in his office, telling them of the news. After saying goodbye
and disconnecting, he again hit a speed dial number.

"Hey Brother," he said with a smile. "I've got the Richards party with me
and we're on our way home from the airport. We should be there in 20
minutes or less. I know you hadn't planned on it but could you run over?
Jeff here has some news and we need to have a little pow-wow."

Apparently Ron agreed because Tyler smiled and said goodbye before flipping
his phone closed and returning it to its holder.

As the white Cadillac SUV headed west we could all see the colorful tall
buildings of the strip in the light of late afternoon. Our necks were all
twisted looking at the sights behind us and to the right.

"Pretty huh?" Tyler commented. "You'll see it later at night from home. Las
Vegas is lit up like no other city."

"Do you have any gaming interests?" I asked.

"No, we're into other things," Tyler responded. "Our father had vast real
estate holdings here though, and that business earned him his first
million. By the time I came along Ron had inherited the businesses and they
had grown to about 300 million or so. Now they're worth a good bit more."

"Are the family businesses owned entirely by Ron?" I inquired.

"No it's more complicated than that. Ron and I are really half
brothers. Our father was married to Ron's mother, but had a long-term love
affair with mine. I was the result of that liaison. I never knew who my
real father was. My mother never told me, but I found out later that our
father had supported both my mother and me as long as he and she lived. I
grew up and got a degree in Criminal Justice in California and shortly
afterward my mother died with her secret still untold. In the meantime our
father also died and Ron inherited our dad's companies. Sometime after I
went to work for a private investigation company called Aztec Security, in
Los Angeles. After I'd been there for a few years, we had a job to guard a
wealthy man in Las Vegas whose life had been threatened. That man was Ron.
I was sent on special assignment to lead our team but we arrived too late
to prevent him from being shot. We captured his assailant and turned him
over to the police, which in Las Vegas is called Metro. Since there was a
possibility that the assailant had help, we continued to guard Ron in the
hospital."

"Wasn't your name a dead give-away?" I asked.

"No, my name then was not Turner," he replied. "We had taken my mother's
maiden name as our family name. Almost by accident, Ron recognized a family
resemblance and we soon discovered that we were brothers, confirmed by DNA
testing. Ron took me into his family and gave me my share of our
inheritance. We also bought Aztec which then became Aztec-Turner Security
and I was named its President. Shortly afterward we went to Court and
changed my last name to Turner.  I then moved the Aztec-Turner headquarters
from LA to Las Vegas."

"Were you married to Dan at that time?"  I queried.

"No, Ron and Matt were partners, but I hadn't even met Dan yet. Ron had
purchased a company in New York called Construction Leasing. It owned a
rather large building in New York so we decided to move some of our other
company operations into it too. Dan was an Executive Assistant to the
President of Construction Leasing. That was how we met. We fell in love and
within months, Dan moved to Las Vegas, and we've lived happy ever after,"
he concluded with a grin.

"How did you guys get all the kids?"

"It would take all night to tell you," Tyler laughed. "Each has his own
story. You might ask them individually as you get to know them better. They
are great young guys. And they're not the only ones either. We have a
facility for abandoned gay boys supported by one of our family
trusts. Right now we have around 60 guys there."

"Wow!" that's amazing. I'd like to see it," Chris, who was listening to our
conversation remarked.

"I'm sure we'll have time to visit it," Tyler said. "You'll be here for at
least a week, unless something unusual happens in your parents' case."

The SUV left the 215 loop freeway and began to climb up into the western
foothills of Mount Charleston which limited the western expansion of Las
Vegas. Tyler finally turned parallel to the mountain and a tall iron fence
appeared which was supported by stuccoed block piers every twenty feet or
so. The fence seemed to run on forever but soon we came upon a depression
in the fencing which approached a gate building and two pair of iron
gates. Tyler turned toward the gates and pressed a button on his visor. The
inward swinging gates in front of us began to move and were open by the
time we came near. Once inside, the road split and Tyler turned off of the
main road taking an equally impressive road that ran parallel to the iron
fence.

"What's that up there?" I asked Tyler, as I pointed when the view opened
onto what appeared to be a very modern resort."

"That's Ron and Matt's home," he replied. "It was designed by the Frank
Lloyd Wright group in Arizona along the pattern of a building he designed
in the 30's called "Falling Waters."

"Oh yeah," Chris joined in. "I've seen pictures of that. It said in the
book that it's the most famous house in America. It's somewhere in
Pennsylvania, isn't it?"

"That's right Chris. It's not too far from Pittsburgh" Tyler
replied. "Ron's home is similar but far from an exact copy. Dan's and my
home was also designed by the same group but it's of a different
design. It's patterned after Frank Lloyd Wright's desert retreat in Arizona
called Taliesin West.

"I've seen pictures of it too," Chris said with enthusiasm. "It's gorgeous
and has large rock walls and sloping roofs."

"Dan's and my house is much larger than the Wright camp," Tyler said. It's
comprised of five separate buildings. The first we call the main house
because it has all the formal living, dining, and entertainment space. The
second we call the Owner's wing, which houses the family bedroom
suites. The third building is the exercise/entertainment building and has
an indoor pool, exercise room, home theater room and those kinds of
things. The fourth building is the Guest Building. It has six guest suites
and its own smaller living room. The last building is the garage
building. It's hidden from the other buildings behind a hill and is
accessed via a tunnel. It also houses two apartments, one for the property
manager and one for the chauffeur who takes care of the cars and equipment"

"Sounds impressive," I said.

"I think it is, but you can see for yourself," Tyler said pointing.

Ahead a series of low stone walls topped by low sloping metal roofs
appeared to be nestled into the rock. A huge reflecting pool separated a
gently rising monumental staircase from the parking area. It was most
impressive.

"Man!" Chris exclaimed. "It's huge and yet it really seems to fit the
terrain."

"We like it,' Tyler remarked as the vehicle pulled to a stop next to the
reflecting pool.  "I usually just go into the garage, but this is the most
impressive view of the house. I thought you'd like to see it."

As we looked up the slope toward the house, we saw Dan, Jerry, and Zack
standing at the top of the stairway.

"Come on, let's go," Chris said enthusiastically. "I wanna see it all!"

We all climbed out of the SUV and after going around the reflecting pool
began to climb the rust-colored concrete stairs. As we neared the top the
boys ran down the steps to join us. They seemed taken mostly by Ben and Jon
who were nearer their age than either Chris or me. Dan came down to welcome
us too. We stopped when they reached us and exchanged hugs. It was good to
see them all again even after a separation as short as a few days.

We spent the next 25 minutes being shown around the house by the boys. By
the time we returned, Ron had arrived. We joined him and Tyler in the main
building's `family room.'

Ron arose from his chair to welcome us, exchanging handshakes with us all.

"Tyler told me about the CNN newscast," Ron began as we all took seats. "I
think it's exciting and hopefully the lead we've all been praying for. It
seems to indicate that Osama may be our target."

"Yeah," I said sadly, "us and the whole U.S. government, not to mention a
large part of the rest of the world."

"If he's out of his hidey-hole, it may be a break for us all. If it turns
out to be his people who kidnapped your parents and we're successful in
saving them and capturing him, any expense is worth it. You needn't worry
about it costing more than you were quoted. I personally will cover any
expense over and above your quote."

"That's mighty generous Ron," Amanda said.

"He's the scourge of the earth and the epitome of evil. No cost is too
great to rid the planet of his presence."

"I agree," Tyler said. "We'll use all our resources to pursue this
case. Understand though, we have a primary responsibility to find and
rescue your parents. I'm sure the Feds have a different objective, even if
it's reached at the expense of your parents' lives."

"I guess that means that you have to reach them first," I deduced.

"Exactly. We'll work closely with Homeland Security, Interpol and all the
associated agencies, but when push comes to shove, we want to be there to
protect your parents."

"You don't know how much that means to us," I said thankfully. "Sometimes
we've not been as close to our parents as we'd like, but we love them
unconditionally and want many more years in their presence."

"We'll do our best to see that it happens that way," Tyler promised. "After
your trip you must want to freshen up. Your luggage should be in your rooms
by now and put away. I'll have Sterling show you to your rooms. Since
you've had `the tour' you know where everything is. Feel free to make our
home yours. If you need to reach us at any time there is a small phone
directory on the handle of all the phones scattered throughout the
house. Just find the appropriate number and dial it, or dial Sterling and
he will find us for you. There are also computers in your rooms for your
use. There is a complete menu which appears when you turn them on that will
show you how to access all the services here as well as the internet. If
you need anything at all or have any questions, just call Sterling and he
will help you. Dinner will be at 7:30 by the outdoor pool. We're just going
to have an informal barbeque tonight so any clothing you have on at the
time is appropriate. Ron, Matt and their boys will be joining us."

"Is Ron gonna tell another joke?" Chris asked.

"Probably," Tyler laughed.

Ron just grinned.

"On that note, I'm going home," Ron announced. "We'll be back by 7,
although I wouldn't be surprised if the boys come over before then for a
swim."

"It's quite a ways to your house," Chris observed. "How do you get back and
forth?"

"We have a small fleet of golf carts that we use for running around the
property. There are several jogging paths around the land here that we use
not only for jogging but for getting around. Feel free to wander."

"Is it all secure?" Amana asked.

"Yes, we have 2 security guards in place at all times who can monitor the
entire property with hidden cameras. The perimeter is also equipped with
motion detectors that are mostly set off by birds and small animals," Ron
laughed. "It keeps the security boys on their toes. We also have guard dogs
that can be set loose if necessary. If by some chance you are out when the
dogs are and they attack you, just point at the ground and yell
"Turner". They are trained to not attack anyone yelling that."

"That's good to know," I said. "I'll make sure Ben and Jon are informed."

"If they're with any of our boys they'll be safe, unless of course they're
in a fight with our kids. The dogs love the boys and are very protective,"
Tyler warned. "Two guards and four dogs can provide quite a deterrent to
intruders."

"Well, I'm off," Ron said smiling. "We'll see you all later."

Everyone said their goodbyes as Ron left the room. I'm not sure how it
happened, but as soon as Ron left Sterling appeared. We were introduced to
him as the Estate Manager and Tyler asked him to show us to our rooms. Then
saying goodbye to our hosts we followed Sterling to the Guest Building.

"Wow! This place is fabulous!" Chris said when we were alone in our suite.

"So are you," I countered as I took him in my arms and kissed him.

"What time is dinner?" Chris joked.

"There's plenty of time for what I have in mind," I grinned as I felt my
body respond to his closeness.

"I just hope we're not interrupted," Chris mused with a chuckle.

"They can just wait," I declared. "I think we should try out the bed and
make sure it's comfortable."

"I know you," Chris laughed. "You don't care if it's comfortable, just if
it's flat!"

"That too," I said as I took his hand and led him toward the large
king-sized surface.

A string of shoes and clothing marked the trail from our kiss to the
bed. As we neared our destination, I said. "Pull back the covers. I'll get
a couple of towels. I'd hate to leave a lot of evidence of our enthusiasm
for the maid."

"I'm sure she or he sees plenty of that in this house," Chris conjectured.

"True, true," I replied as I rushed to the huge bathroom and snagged a
couple of towels, "but I do have an aversion to climbing into a bed later
that's stiff with dried cum."

Chris just laughed as he helped me spread the towels over the center of the
bed.

BEN'S POV

I gotta admit, I'm just knocked on my ass!  First I was jes' blown away by
Jeff's house over in Palos Verdes. Now we're here in Vegas and that damned
Tyler has a house like I never seen before. I mean it's kinda modern and
rustic at the same time. It's big too. Man, if the boys in my `hood ever
seen this place they'd have it cleaned out in no time. I mean there's art
work, ya know, pictures and statues and stuff like that what makes my
eyeballs jes' about pop outta my head. Even that damned furniture had to be
picked out special for this place. It's so purty it makes me nervous as
hell. I'm sure I'm gonna break something and spend the rest o' my life
paying to replace it.

That boat that Mr. Tyler has is jes' as impressive, but in a different
way. It's like bein' in this beautiful machine that's all polished in such
a perfect way that I was sure I'd fuck up something. I know they said I was
their guest and all, but I felt like I should grab a brush and start
cleaning the toilet or something. Oh yeah, they said it wasn't a
toilet. It's called a `head' on a boat.

Then there's that airplane. I could jus' live on that thing. I mean there's
so much t' do that I didn't want to get off. They coulda jus' flown me
around for a couple of days and I'd been happier than a pig in slop.

I guess the thing that blows me away is all the people around that are jus'
there t' keep you happy. At Jeff's it was kinda neat, `cause it was mostly
Frank who was really friendly. There was a cleaning lady too and some guys
that mowed the yard and stuff, but that was just the beginning.

On that damned boat there was more people than you could shake a stick
at. You couldn't fart without some guy rushing over with a damned fan t'
blow the stink away. I betcha there was 10 or 11 guys that were there jus'
t' make the boat run and take care of us. Damn, I'd like t' have a job like
that. Nobody had t' kill themselves workin' either. I saw Mandy's boyfriend
light up a smoke on the back deck and `fore he could hardly get the butt in
ta the ashtray, some steward guy rushed over and took the ashtray away and
put down a clean one. Holy Shit! Rick shoulda just pitched the butt over
the side and saved the guy some work. I guess that's what he got paid for
though. They must be paid good for being handsome too. I mean there wasn't
an ugly guy on that whole boat. `Cept for the Captain, they all ran around
in shorts and shirts that showed off their legs, arms and bodies. I `bout
sprung wood ever' time I seen one o' those guys which was all the damned
time. I hope nobody seen how fluffed up my crotch was all the time. Good
thing that ole Jon was around. I mean, we both got a workout that night in
bed.

What really fucks my mind up is that all these guys are queer like me!
`Cept for all their money and the nice stuff that gets, you'd never know
they was different. Course, Rick and Mandy ain't queer and neither was
Jeff's dad and mommy, but jus' `bout everybody else I've met is. I mean,
son of a bitch! I'm not too sure about all those steward guys on the boat
neither, but I sure got a feelin' that some were. I'd sure like t' try some
of that white meat. A bunch of `em was packin' full loads in their shorts
too. You could tell! Woo Wee! I finally had to go find a bathroom and stuff
some toilet paper in my jockeys. My damn dick was leakin' like a faucet. I
sure hope nobody noticed. They didn't seem to.

I'd sure like t' try it on with some o' these boys here too. Damn they're
gorgeous! I guess some of `em are partners like me and Jon, but they don't
hang all over each other all the time. They jus' wanna have a fun time and
are really nice. I mean who'd a thought some nigger kid like me would get
treated like some damned king? I'm practically afraid to open my mouth for
fear of putting my foot in it.

Then there's that Tyler and his brother and their partners. I mean, you can
tell those guys have their act together. Handsome?  They could be models!
Even though they all have great lookin' faces and nice bodies, that Tyler
takes the cake. That guy is built! I wouldn't like t' tangle with that
bastard! I bet he could take on four o' the meanest guys in the `hood and
spit `em out like seeds. He's jus' as nice as can be too, but you shoulda
seen him when them bad guys tried to take Jeff and Mandy. I was layin' on
the ground havin' accident'ly knocked Manda into Jeff, but when I looked up
that bad guy was toast! Like I said I wouldn't wanna mix it up with that
fucker Tyler!

All this shit makes me nervous as hell. I know that Jon feels the same
way. It's not that these guys are all white neither. I mean you'd think
they couldn't see that I was black. Me and Jon, who's got Mexico in his
blood, are treated jus' the same as ever'body else. I'm not sure what he
thinks, but as for me, I feel like somebody slipped and squirted some dark
chocolate on the white wedding cake. I'm just waiting for somebody to
notice and all hell t' break loose. I feel like a damned duck in the middle
of the desert without a drop of water in sight. I jus' don't belong.

All this stuff with Dr. Mel and Dr. Jeff sucks. I know that ole Tyler has
got all the wheels turnin' to find `em but what's the chance when they got
snatched half-way `round the world?  We gonna need help from the Lord
a'mighty to get `em back.

Well me and Jon are headed to that inside pool buildin' where they have a
cool game room where we're s'posed t' meet the Turner boys. I'm sure they
been practicin' and are gonna beat our asses, but we'll try to pretend like
it don't matter, and jus' be polite.

Damn, I'd like to get outta here and jus' go steal some hubcaps. At least
I'd be, like they say, `in my element.' I could sure show these boys what
the real world is like.

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