Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 10:22:49 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Dukes of Windsor/Dukes-of-Windsor-28
Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives,
relationships and sexual activities. It was inspired only by my visions
and invention. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any
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THANK YOU I'd be remiss if I didn't thank David and Allen for editing the
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and easier to read.. Thank you guys so much for your help and your
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor has 38 chapters and the story is finished.
I will put a chapter on each week if all goes well. P.D.
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Chapter Twenty-eight
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Monday morning showed bright sun and warming temperatures, but
the big house was cool from the air conditioning. A somber pall had fallen
over the house and awaited the wakening residents, though most tried to
make the best of the difficult situation. Anne, Roger and Todd rushed to
the kitchen and began fixing a super breakfast smorgasbord along the
counter. That included scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, Texas toast,
pancakes and a fruit bowl plus juice and an urn of coffee..
Both Matt and Steve tried to keep up everyone's spirits, seeing
hope in the range of the investigating systems in place. They were
confident of their regular search systems, checking with area farmers and
residents to see if they had seen two small boys with a couple of men on
horseback.
He told the gang that the helicopter would be searching even
more territory that day.
"That right, Jedd and Brian?"
"Sure," Brian agreed, "I'm asking Ted to go with Jedd this
time, though."
Ted smiled brightly, proud to be asked to help.
Brian continued, "I have an appointment I must make in Columbus
by noon. Another chopper will get here within a few minutes to take me
there.. Ted will continue with Jedd Parker on our regular chopper to
wherever you want them to go." He looked at Jedd, who had spent the night
on the couch in Brian and Ted's room. Ted had been really impressed with
Jedd when he got on the couch to sleep, clad only in his boxer briefs.
They sure revealed a lot about young Mr. Parker to Ted.
Steve announced, "Matt and I will be checking with the local
police and the state troopers. The feds have been searching their records
for similar M.O.s, and possible kidnapers in the area.
"Anne and Todd are working the phones and keeping records.
Mitch and Craig have the Ridgway Boys web site on line with pictures and
information, plus where to write or call.
"Gary will stay with the media in the faint hope they might be
a help.
"Hardy is checking riding stables and academies in the
area. There are quite a few, so this will take a while. It's too bad we
don't even have a hunch which one to go to."
* * * * *
Ted and Jedd sat in the chopper while it was warming, checking
all the gauges, necessary before lift off. The new type engine required
greater than the usual number of inspections. Soon they took off , rising
to about 5,000 feet. That was too high for the search, but Jedd wanted to
show Ted the range of Williams County. They wandered around the area, not
in a hurry.
Jedd asked Ted, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, Jedd, though I may not answer."
"Well, first have you and Brian been a couple long?"
Ted had sort of expected a question like that since Jedd slept
in the same room with them the previous night, and Brian and Ted slept
together, though they didn't have sex while Jedd was there.
"Well, first, Jedd, are you from River City?"
"No, I work out of Warren and am called on specific occasions
when they want this chopper in the air."
"So, you don't know who Brian is?"
"No, he's just the boss, that's all I know. Is he older than
you?"
"No, Jedd, I'm three years older than he is."
"He is very impressive, Ted, he is so under control and knows
exactly what he is doing."
"Jedd, I can't tell you much about Brian. I can say he is the
partner of a very important man in River City, who is out of town a lot.
When he is away, Brian wants to come to stay with us. If you haven't
figured it out, we are gay, all except Hardy's mother, Anne. Everyone has
their partner. Except me." He saddened, "That's why Brian and I got
together and can enjoy each other."
"I guess, Ted, I'm looking for someone like that. I've never
had any interest in women, so I guess I'm gay, too, except that I've not
had any experiences of any kind." He paused, "I guess I don't have the
urge, maybe once a week, by myself." He blushed, never having admitted that
to anyone before.
"Jedd, Brian will always go back to his man in River City. He
will never be mine and I'm used to that. We have great times." He looked
into Jedd's eyes. He smiled, "Are you going to reveal anything to me?"
"Like I said, Ted, I think I mostly want a close friend,
someone I could talk to, do stuff with, take trips with. I suppose having
sex would be a plus, but not my primary concern."
"How old are you, Jedd."
"I'm twenty-five, Ted, just a little older than you."
"How did you learn to fly?"
"When I was 18, I joined the Air Force Reserve, got my wings
later on since I had many hours in the air and decided to specialize with
choppers. I was too late for "Desert Storm" and had left before the Iraq
war. While I was in the Air Force, I was away from home and never hooked
up with anyone. I now work for a small airline which also has helicopters,
including this baby. I'd bet that Brian owns that airline or is a partner
of the one who does. Actually, I'm kept quite busy serving Brian and his
foundation."
"Jedd, I suppose we should start our job today, don't you
think?"
Jedd reddened, "Sorry, I was getting carried away. Can we talk
later, Ted?"
"Sure, Jedd, any time. Maybe when we get back, we could get a
rest. Maybe?"
Jedd just smiled broadly and headed for the fields and much
lower altitude.
* * * * *
Hardy also took on his challenge to search for stables and
riding business or academies. He had taken the local telephone book to
search the yellow pages. Fortunately, they covered a wider range than just
local areas. He ended up with 15 riding stables to check first. He
borrowed Roger to accompany him, to watch for anything strange while Hardy
talked to stable owners. He could nose around the stables without arousing
suspicion.
They were searching for the two people who had hired a couple
of riding horses soon after noon on the previous Sunday and probably
returned them by three o'clock or soon after. These people could have had
one small boy on each of the horses with the men.
They started at Great Trails Stables who said they didn't hire
out any horses that Sunday. That same result also went for Happy Trails
Stables near Montpelier and Horse Cents Stables near West Unity, southeast
of Windsor.
Closest to the Farmhouse was Gentle Ladies Riding Stables,
where the owner, a very tough looking woman, Maude Randolph, told them that
three pair of mares went out to ride their trails about 1 pm. Two riders
were a man and woman, then two men and finally two woman took two more
mares about 1 pm. Ms. Randolph couldn't tell much about the riders, but
she could give their names and credit card numbers.
Hardy asked, "Ms. Randolph, how close to the Old Anthony farm
house do your trails come? Approximately."
Ms. Randolph brightened, "Ah, you're here about the two little
boys being kidnaped." She thought, "Well, two of our trails get within a
couple miles of your place, but getting to it they'd have to cross some
private territory for which they would have to ask permission. Not likely,
I don't think." She looked sympathetic, "Anybody who'd do that should be
fried in the chair.
"Come in the office here, I'll check the books. The two men
and the man and women riders have come here for years, I know them very
well and can't imagine them doing anything like a kidnaping."
"I didn't know the two women, but they seemed to be very well
brought up, about in their late forties, classy ladies if you know what I
mean. They were very well dressed, expensive riding habits and Tony, the
groom, said they drove in a BMW convertible." She was looking in her pile
of records, "I'm looking for my receipts for that day. Those two paid in
cash and gave me names and address."
She looked into a drawer in the desk, "I'm sorry I can't find
the receipt book, must have misplaced it."
Hardy tried to hold back his anxiety, "Well, when you find it,
we'd appreciate the names and address. We still don't have much to go on
in hunting for the kidnapers." He looked at Roger who shook his head in
denial. "Do you remember when these two ladies came in?"
"Let me call Tony."
When Tony appeared, he could only say that one of the women
brought both mares in, leading them by their bridles. He was in the
stables and saw just the one woman at that time, about 2 pm.
"Thank you, so much, Ms. Randolph, we'd certainly would like
you to call if you think of anything else." He gave her his card with phone
number and address.
"Just call me Maude, please." She gave the two of them close
looks, "You two are about the best lookin' hunks around here in years. I
usually have to put up with Tony, ugh!" She tittered, "Come back anytime."
"Thanks, Maude, we will probably be back."
Hardy and Roger left the stables office, smirking at her
comments, "Yeah, right," Roger said.
That day Hardy and Roger visited three more stables in the
area, but had no more luck. Some places were getting too far away for the
kidnapers to easily reach the farm and get away. They were very
discouraged. Thinking about the two women, they pretty much dismissed them
as a very long chance to have worked out the plan and taken the boys.
* * * * *
As the family gathered after dinner in the farmhouse living
room, they were very quiet. If they talked, it was practically a whisper.
No one had been in the swimming pool since the kidnaping, they all missed
the delightful chatter and activity the boys brought to the house.
Steve and Matt still looked depressed, yet deriving hope from
all the help they were receiving from their friends. Hardy and Roger
reported about their visits to stables, mainly Gentle Ladies Stables.
"Ms. Maude Randolph, owner, told us of three groups of two
people each who took out horses that afternoon. The two men and man and
woman were people she knew and had ridden from her stables often. The
third couple were two women whom she didn't know and couldn't find a copy
of the receipt she had written when we asked for it. We think that would
be so unlikely for two women to have carried out the kidnaping. We'll be
keeping on them and we've notified Sergeant Reardon about the
possibilities.
Craig and Mitch were receiving at least 20-30 emails a day on
the Ridgway Boys web site, but so far nothing had been sent in that sounded
at all possible. They forwarded to the FBI all but the idiot ones, letting
them assess each one as they got it. Actually, they probably just dumped
them quickly.
Even though Mitch's mother remained at Craig's apartment most
of the time, her presence didn't deter them, these two new lovers, from
being close, touching each other as often as possible in all sorts of
places, decent or not. She didn't say anything but smiled from time to
time, trying not to look, but enjoying the look in their eyes and smiles on
their faces. She hadn't known the kidnaped boys, but prayed for their
safety and quick recovery.
Ted and Jedd reported to the group, but had nothing really to
say, no new clues or leads. They hadn't found anything new or
important. The copter had been up for almost three hours and Jedd was
concerned that he needed to get more fuel of the special type to fly this
bird.
"Matt, do you know when Brian was to get back?"Jedd asked.
Matt turned and slapped his head. "I forgot, Jedd, Brian called
and told me that he probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow about
noon. Something about a crate not being satisfactory."
"Matt, I really need to refuel and closest to do that is in
Toledo. When Brian knew we'd be in this area for a while, he had a supply
of fuel sent to the Toledo Express Airport. I'd like to do that now,
wouldn't take long, maybe an hour." He hesitated, "I'd like to have
someone with me, how about I take Ted with me as company?"
Matt looked at Steve who wasn't following the conversation at
all. His face was dejected and downcast, staring at nothing and sitting
quietly with his own thoughts. Matt felt so sorry for his brother, wishing
he could cheer him up with some real news. But, nothing yet.
"Sure, Jedd, that would be fine if Ted wants to do it."
Ted tried very hard not to look excited, "Ah ... that would be
okay."
Anne and Todd told of their almost 300 phone calls that had
come in to the house on the new lines. Most were from people who wanted
information about the kidnaping or who wanted if they found the boys yet.
Anne spoke, "Most of them are sincerely sympathetic and
concerned, giving support to our family, but had no information to give
us." She remembered, "There was one call from a woman who said she saw two
women go into a house down the road, one youngster with each of them. She
went to look yesterday and today, but there was no car and nobody answered
the door. The place seemed deserted and locked up tight. We sent the
message to the F.B.I agents, though they probably won't thank us for it."
Matt asked, "Exactly where was that place, Anne?"
"The woman called it Devil's Lake, from here about 15 miles
east and then 25 miles north on Route 127 in Michigan." She added, "It
didn't sound too hopeful, but you never know, right?"
Jedd spoke up, "We'll get up there early in the morning when
it's light."
Young Todd had his arm around Anne, holding her tight to his
body, trying to keep her spirits up. She and Todd had been the closest to
the boys in the last few months and missed them so dearly. Suddenly, Todd
stood up and ran from the room toward his bedroom, trying to stifle his
crying as he went. Anne smiled at the others still in the room and started
to follow Todd. Roger was aware of Todd's leaving and spoke, "That's all
right, Anne, I'll take care of Todd this time. He's had a very difficult
two days."
Matt watched him go to comfort Todd and wished somebody would
comfort him. "Okay, everyone, we'll be up early tomorrow and hope there
will be some good news. Thanks for meeting here in our home where the
........ .." Matt closed his eyes to keep the tears from leaking out. He
felt a strong arm wrap around his shoulder, he didn't know who arm it was
until he heard the voice in his ear, "Matt, come on, you've been so strong,
hang in there a bit longer." Sergeant Reardon had come in the house and
heard the last minutes. He knew Matt was about to crash. "Come with me,
I'll take care of you, my friend."
The others in the room were a little surprised at the
sergeant's actions and his gentle and soothing attitude with Matt, so much
like a good friend. They hadn't seen him with that attitude before.
The sergeant held tight to Matt's shoulder, leading and pulling
him upstairs to his room. These two men respected and like each other,
nothing unusual, just as men can be attracted to each other by
companionship and a similar nature.
He got Matt to the bed and laid him down on it.
"Matt, I'm just going to take your shoes off. The rest Hardy
can do for you when he gets home."
As soon as he was convinced that Matt was already asleep, he
swept the dark blond hair off his forehead. "I pray you have good news
soon, Matt, you deserve it," he whispered.
He left the room, not seeing Hardy waiting around the corner
because his eyes were blinded with his own tears. Hardy smiled, amazed at
the sergeant, taking care of Matt. He then wondered if Sgt. Reardon had
any children, or if Matt was to be his first. He very softly giggled to
himself, and went to his partner. 'Sometimes you can be so amazed to see
someone perform contrary to what you would expect,' he thought.
"Matty, it's me, Hardy." When Matt didn't answer, he began to
remove most of Matt's clothing, hoping he could stay asleep without having
more horrible dreams before morning.
Hardy stripped Matt and then himself, cuddled up to Matt to
press against him and hold him through the night. They both needed the
comfort.
* * * * *
The gathering began to disperse to their homes or to the
upstairs bedrooms. Gary bent over Steve who sat on a hassock and whose
elbows rested on his knees, "C'mon, Stevie, let's get to bed. I know it is
still light out, but you have another very difficult day tomorrow." He
knelt in front of Steve, and leaned close to his face, "Steve, remember all
the people, our friends and relatives, who are working very hard to help
us? You need to thank them, Matt has already gone to bed."
Steve was alert, "You're right, Gary, I'll do my best."
Steve stood up and cleared his throat. "Everyone, I want to thank you all
so much for helping us out here, I'm sure we will succeed soon, so keep up
your work." He rubbed his chin, "I guess that's all for now, see you
tomorrow night at the same time. Be sure to call here if you have anything,
even the remotest idea."
Ted waited, standing by Steve until he finished, "Steve, I'm
going to get the fuel with Jedd. We'll be back in just an hour so it will
still be light."
Steve smiled at the two young men, a little suspicious,
wondering what was going on between them. Jedd was a good-looking,
well-setup young man, sandy hair, ruddy complexion and brilliant blue eyes.
He had noticed Ted glancing at Jedd frequently over the last hour. 'Well,'
he thought, 'Jedd would be a good match for Ted, especially since Brian
will be back with Mike soon in River City.'
He moved toward the stairs to see how Todd was doing. He
felt so sorry for the young man, thrown out of his home by his mother who
wanted no part of him. Matt thought at one point that he had patched it
up, but Todd's mother, Carol Fowler, their vocal and choral teacher at the
college, had surprised them all by being so biased and vindictive. 'Well,
I hope we are providing the family he needs, and I'm sure," he smiled,
'that Roger is helping all around.'
* * * * *
The reddening sun in the west was gradually dimming the
brilliant light available to Jedd and Ted in the helicopter while they
headed directly east to the airport five miles west of Toledo. After
receiving instructions from the tower, Jedd settled them on the taxiway
leading to the fuel loading zone for their aircraft. He knew that Brian
had requested plenty of the exotic fuel to be at the airport before Jedd
had even gotten to Windsor.
The two young men had hardly spoken on the way to get fuel.
Neither felt quite comfortable, yet were so wanting to connect. Ted
frequently glanced toward Jedd, just a quick eye movement, mainly to assure
him the attractive man was still with him.
Ted stayed in the plane while Jedd arranged for the fuel to
be pumped aboard, and the tanks filled. "If you need to pee, Ted, there is
a little lav at the back of the passenger compartment," Jedd smiled and
informed him. Ted watched him every moment he was out of the chopper,
moving around the craft and rechecking and rechecking all of the various
parts which needed to be assessed. Jedd's flight suit was quite tight on
him, especially in the crotch and in the butt. 'Oh, god,' Ted thought,
'he's a real hunk, ah ... such a hot little man.' He also thought, 'Hey,
we are about the same size, not tall or big,' he smiled, 'but,' he giggled
to himself, 'we are both 'hot stuff'.
Ted decided that he needed to pee, so got up and walked to
the lav in the rear of the chopper. He stepped inside, lowered his zipper
and pulled out his soft penis and let his urine fly into the bowl.
Unfortunately, he started thinking about Jedd and when finished peeing,
found he had a hard cock in his hand. 'Oh, shit, now what do I do?' With
great difficulty and some pain he worked his erection into his shorts.
"Oof," he groaned. He returned to his seat.
When Jedd returned to his pilot's seat, he laid his right
hand on Ted's left thigh, "Are you okay, Ted? You haven't been talking
much." He smiled and gripped Ted's leg tighter, "I'd really like to see
that smile." He snickered, "You are so damn cute, Teddy."
Ted immediately gave him his best, widest, brightest smile,
showing practically every tooth in his mouth. "I'm okay, Jedd, I'm with
you."
"That's better, Ted, let's get going." He handed Ted a book
of maps, "See if you can find Devil's Lake in Michigan, 25-30 miles north
of Windsor."
Jedd spoke into his mike, "Roger, tower, will do."
The fantastic helicopter rose smoothly straight up for a
couple thousand feet, then headed northwest along Route 223 directly toward
Devil's Lake by Cambridge State Park, Michigan. They soon passed Adrian
College in Adrian, Michigan, about 14 miles from the Lake.
Dusk was fast coming on as they gained altitude over Devil's
Lake, then circled the area from 4-5000 feet above. Jedd nodded, "That
house should be in that area of homes off the lake by the dam."
"Now, Ted, I'm going to go in much lower and when I say
'shoot', I want you to pull the trigger on that handle, that's our new
super camera. I'm going to make a big circle and move fast, no need to
make anyone aware of our purpose. Okay, buddy?" He looked at Ted and gave
him a wink. "Just hold the trigger until I say stop."
"Sure, Jedd, I can do it," he put his hand on the handle by
the copilot's controls. He looked at Jedd for approval.
"That's it, Teddy, just hang on."
They moved closer quickly, down to one thousand feet or
less. Since the craft moved so fast, by the time the sound reached them,
they would be way past the houses.
"Okay, Ted, shoot!"
Ted's stomach sank in his body as the chopper sank and
wheeled quickly around the lake over 30 to 40 homes. He stared over the
side but was unable to see much because of the plane's attitude and speed.
"Stop!"
Jedd was staring straight ahead to watch his position and
increase their altitude rapidly. He yelled, "Hey, Teddy, that was great!"
His right hand reached in front of Ted to pat his thigh. This time, the
hand was patting his inner thigh, just millimeters away from his still
expanded crotch bulge.
"Okay, now, Ted, get us home."
"I get south southwest, from here, Jedd, maybe forty miles."
He smiled at Jedd, "Easy as pie, right?" Ted was proud of his
accomplishment and that Jedd had called him Teddy. 'Surely that means he
likes me, I hope.'
* * * * *
"Gee, Jake, what was that?" Joshua asked.
"I don't know, Joshie, just a plane flying over, I guess."
"But, Jake, he was so low, just over the houses."
The two boys were playing in the sun room at the rear of the
house where they had been kept for almost two days. The two women gave
them food from cans, like Spaghetti-o's and Mac and Cheese, sometimes
cheese sandwiches. The boys weren't happy but didn't complain to the
women, that just made the women irritable.
One of the women started to spank them but the other stopped
her. "None of that, what we've done is bad enough but we don't need to hit
them."
"Well, the little urchins should show some respect." She
flounced off is a snit to find some more wine to drink.
Soon Jacob and Joshua were taken to bed and locked in their
bedroom upstairs in the cottage. They had seen the lake and wished they
could go swimming at least.
Jacob got them undressed and washed up, they peed and brushed
their teeth. Their biggest worry was that they had no other clothing than
what they wore when kidnaped. It was getting very grimy by the second
night.
They crawled under the light covers. Joshua immediately
clung to his brother, this night he was lying right on top of Jacob,
holding tight.
"Jake, I can't be good any longer. I'm sorry ....." He laid
his cheek against Jacob's and started to sob, crying as if his heart would
break. Sniff, "I try, Jake, but I can't stop it."
"That's okay, Joshie, I'm crying too. We need to keep it
quiet, though, so they don't hear us. Don't want them to think they've
made us sad." He signed, "I know Dad will be here for us soon. Maybe that
plane was looking for us, what do you think?"
Jacob rubbed his hands on Joshie's back, gently and tenderly,
smoothing the soft, silky flesh. He gradually worked his hands down to
Joshie's lush buttocks, small but well-shaped, like two little bubbles
bursting from his hips. He kissed Joshua's cheek and helped him get to
sleep.
* * * * *
As they brought the helicopter into the farm property, they
both noticed that the whole house was dark, though some of the outdoor
lights were on.
They walked through the kitchen door, quietly since they
supposed all were in bed even if not asleep by then. Then Ted noticed a
note from Anne saying she left them some cake out and the coffee in the urn
would be hot.
"Hey, Jedd, look, cake from Anne, it is always so good." Ted
smiled sweetly as he got two small plates out and served each of them a
large piece. Pouring each a cup of coffee, they sat at the counter on
stools, close together.
"We better look at the film, Ted, I'll get it set up." Right
there in the kitchen, Jedd set up the electronic projector and inserted the
film pack.
The viewing area was not large, but they got close and
watched as Jedd ran the digital film through slow motion. They searched
each house and the surroundings. Sitting very close, Jedd was thrilled to
feel Ted's hip and thigh against his own leg. He had a difficult job of
keeping his mind on the screen. When they were on the third rerun, Ted
gently put his arm around Jedd's shoulder, his fingers hanging against
Jedd's upper chest. Ted immediately sprang a hardon, not comfortable
because it was scrunched tightly in his pants. He couldn't see Jedd's
crotch so didn't know if he might have responded in the same way.
After running the graphics through three times, they decided
to look at it again in the morning, maybe even going back to film again at
a different time.
As they ate, they held hands under the counter top, feeling
free to look into each other's eyes, sharing a feeling of friendship
combined with a sense of earnest desire. After cleaning up their dishes
and forks, the two young men continued holding hands as they climbed the
stairs to Ted and Brian's bedroom.
Ted knew that Jedd was uncomfortable with the situation, so
he tried to assuage Jedd's fears and nervousness.
"Jedd, don't worry, I don't want to 'jump your bones'." He
laughed, "I like you very much and hope you like me. But," he hesitated,
"we don't need to do anything at all if we'd rather not."
Jedd lowered his eyes, "I'd like that, Teddy, I do like you
very much, but I also would like to take it slow and easy. Remember this
is all new to me, I've no experience at all. " He grinned, "And I want
everything to be right when we ... do ... ah, you know," he blushed
crimson.
"Good, Jedd, I'm with you. Let's get undressed and use the
bathroom, then maybe we could cuddle a little, huh?"
Jedd smiled charmingly, "Yes, Teddy, sounds good." He
reddened, "Ah ... could we keep our underwear on this time?"
"Sure, babe, anything you want. I know Brian won't be here
tonight, but there will be plenty of times, Jedd, when we will be
together."
Ted was devising plans in his mind. He had money, plenty of
it, he owned the farm which provided a good income for him and he was free
to go to Jedd anytime and anywhere. He knew his grandfather wanted him to
find a man he could love and be with for life. Ted's stomach spasmed,
nervous and jittery, but he felt that Jedd was that man.
But first, they had to find Joshua and Jacob, as soon as
possible.
Ted and Jedd lay on their sides so Ted spooned Jedd's back,
enjoying so much the feeling of his hard body, yet so soft where it
counted. Already Ted could feel his cock growing, pushing and swelling,
but Jedd would just have to put up with it. He wasn't going to try
anything. Then.
They both felt the deep warmth of their new friendship
between them, the bond developing between their bodies and their emotions
to hopefully arouse them to each other.
* * * * *
About one o'clock in the morning a second helicopter landed
as quietly as possible near the first chopper behind Steve's studio, the
old dairy barn. Two men exited the craft and walked to the studio to get a
heavy cart which would hold their crate and it's weight.
Fortunately the helicopter had a lift and winch by which they
raised then lowered the big burden onto the cart and wheeled it into the
studio.
"Did you see, Tex, what those people did to that beautiful
sculpture? They wrapped a sarong around his middle to hide those beautiful
genitals. At least they didn't paint on some cover up color, like black.
I just got it away in time."
"Gee, Brian, why would they do that? They almost ruined a
priceless statue." He looked at the sculpture, "It is a wonderful work of
art." He blushed, "A course I don't know nothin' about it, but I do know I
think it's valuable."
"Tex, you know a lot, and I appreciate your judgment." Brian
led Tex into the living room Steve had build in the studio, an all around
room for sleeping, reading and eating. "Now over here, Tex, is the
refrigerator, the range and food in this pantry. The bed is all made up
for you." Brian giggled, "And, Tex, if you need any reading material to
get you going, the mags are in this footlocker. Help yourself." He looked
at Tex, his latest pilot, and smiled, "Are you hungry now, Tex." He shook
his head, no, and smiled. "If you get hungry, just help yourself. I'm not
sure just when we'll head for River City. It just depends what's going on
around here. You have my cell phone number. I'll have it with me all the
time. Thanks for helping so much."
Tex nodded and looked longingly at the bed, large and very
soft appearing. "No, I'll just get to bed, thanks."
* * * * *
Brian moved through the big house very quietly, heading for
his bedroom with Ted. "Now if I'm lucky, Ted will be alone. If not, I'll
sleep down in the den." He wouldn't want to be in the room when Ted and
whoever woke up. They might want to enjoy themselves with each other.
Extremely gently, Brian turned the handle and peeked into the
room. It was very dim, but he could see two heads close together on the
bed. The covers had been pushed down in the heat so he could see they
still had their underwear on their naked bodies. He also noted that Ted's
left hand held Jedd's right in it's grasp.
'Well, old Teddy, you are as smart as your grandfather. He
was patient with you and you are being highly patient with Jedd. Good,
man. 'Softly, softly, catchee monkey', Ted, bide your time and you'll have
what you crave most."
Brian crept farther into the bedroom, watching their faces,
their contented expressions, so calm and at rest. He noticed that his cock
had gotten full hard, stretching down his boxers and toward his knees.
With one hand he made it more comfortable, soothing it's length, and left
the room. 'It's been a while,' he thought. 'The den would be fine for me,
after I've had a little something to eat.'
In the kitchen Brian noticed the projector on the table.
'Jedd must have gotten pictures yesterday. Wonder what they are all about.'
Since Brian knew the system backwards and forward, he ran the
electronic shots a few times as had Jedd. "Don't know where it is. I
assume it has to do with the boys. Hope so."
* * * * *
Tuesday morning, bright and encouraging, represented almost
48 hours that the boys had been missing. Steve knew that everyone who
could help, was helping, and that they should begin to produce results.
He, Matt, Gary and Hardy sat at the kitchen table finishing their
breakfast. They were quietly talking about the situation they faced, sadly
yet trying to encourage each other to more and extra efforts.
Matt had tried to come up with a different angle to their
search. "Maybe we need to make a determined effort to visit each and every
family in a five mile diameter around our farm. Somebody in that circle
must have seen the kidnapers during the crime."
"I think you're right, Matt," Hardy entered, "either we've
missed them or they haven't recognized just what they saw." He considered,
"Or, we need to expand the circle to 10 miles. Of course, that would
exponentially increase the work to do it."
At that moment Brian came in from the den where he'd slept
because Ted and Jedd were sleeping in his bedroom. Brian didn't sleep well
and looked it, as if he slept hard in his skin all night, and still in his
brief sleep shorts.
"Oh, hi, Brian, good morning. Have some breakfast," Matt
offered.
Brian only gave a moan and 'mmmm', never really opening his
eyes, pouring some coffee.
Hardy couldn't stand it. He went to Brian and started
tickling him, all over, his sides, underarms, belly and butt.
"Oh, god, Hardy, no ... no, I didn't sleep ... ha ha .... ha
ha .... oh please, stop, man, you got me .... oh jeez .... Hardy, come on,"
he was yelling and laughing, "Hardy, quit, or I'm going to pee, ... ah .. I
mean it, Hardy!" Brian grabbed Hardy's arms, trying to stop him, all the
while he was still giggling. "I'm .. oh shit ... I'm ... Hardy," Brian
gasped as he fell on the floor and curled into a ball. "Somebody, quick,
gimme a towel, now!" Matt gave him a terry dish towel.
Brian took the offered towel and jammed it between his legs,
moaning. He yelled, "Matt, where the hell is the nearest shower? Where?"
Matt got his arms under Brian's shoulders to lift him, then
dragged him to the bathroom just off the den. Brian jumped into the shower
and turned on the water, full force. It was cold but Brian didn't care, he
could let his urine freely flow into the tub.
Hardy followed the aroma of urine from the kitchen to the
bathroom, "Brian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go so far, please forgive
me," he pleaded to Brian in the shower.
"Oh, that's all right, Hardy, except that I'm all wet and
right now you are all wet!!"
Brian had grabbed Hardy and pulled him into the shower with
him. Brian had taken off his sleep shorts so was naked, pretending to make
love with Hardy as they cooled off under the shower.
Matt decided they could handle the situation so he left and
shut the door. He still noticed a slight trail of the scent of urine in
the air.
"Brian, that was no fair, now I have to get dressed again."
He removed all his soaked clothing, hanging them over the curtain holder.
"Look out, I'll get you but you will never know when or where." He giggled
when he noticed they both had hardons, straight and rigid.
He put both hands on Brian's long cock, pumping hard from
base to head, using soap suds to smooth out the way. Brian had to join in.
Hardy was standing beside him, facing the same direction. So Brian reached
to Hardy's prominent buttocks. With a finger lubricated by his own
pre-cum, he jammed it up Hardy's asshole, finger fucking him with one hand
while his other hand jerked Hardy's cock. The two young men lost
themselves in their hunger and lust for each other. It didn't take long
before both were spraying the shower walls with their hot, white love
cream.
* * * * *
Back in the kitchen the tone of the atmosphere had grown
serious, the men trying to come up with plans for finding the boys.
Brian and Hardy had dried off and come back absolutely nude,
half hard cocks swinging. No one noticed.
The phone in the middle of the table started jingling. Matt
picked up the receiver.
"Hello"
"This is the White House calling for Dr. Matthew Ridgway. Is
this he?"
"Yes, this is Dr. Ridgway."
"Would you please hold for Hunter Huntington?"
"Yes."
Matt covered the receiver, "This is 'one upmanship, federal
level." He told his friends and smiled. He activated the speaker phone in
the center of the table so all could hear.
"Dr. Ridgway?"
"Yes?"
"This is Hunter Huntington. I am in charge of all
entertainment in the White House and I understand your college group has
been selected for July 15. Is that your understanding?"
"Mr. Huntington, that is what I understood."
Pause
"Would you kindly explain the title of the entertainment
group, The Dukes and Duchess of Windsor? You will probably be entertaining
some representatives from the British government."
"First, Mr. Huntington, the group in not an entertainment
group, they are an educational quintet, five college students trying to
bring music education to their public, if they entertain at the same time,
so be it." He tried to calm himself, "I am director of the quintet and am
the Head of the Music Department of Windsor College, in Windsor, Ohio.
They consist of four men and one woman, all instrumentalists, all
professional caliber. Thus, we coined the quintet's name. We would be
pleased to bring their talents to the White House."
"Ah .... ah ... fine, Dr Ridgway. That explains a bit. I'll
tell you why I am calling. We prepare these programs long ahead of time
and I need to meet with you here at the White House as soon as possible,
this Thursday is scheduled for it."
Matt looked around at his advisors, covering the mike,
raising his eyebrows for their opinion. In various ways they all said 'Do
it', 'Yes' with a fist pump, and 'Go for it'.
"Okay, Mr Huntington, I will do that." Matt noticed that
Brian was on his cell phone, speaking very softly. "I have a couple
conditions, though. I would need to bring the Assistant Director of the
Dukes with me, so we both know exactly what page we are on. Is than all
right?"
"Yes, that would be fine, Dr. Ridgway. Is there anything
else?"
"I need to inform you of a situation here in Windsor. My
brother's two young boys, 3 and 6 years of age, my nephews who live with
me, were kidnaped last Sunday. We haven't found them yet. You might have
seen it in the papers, the Ridgway Boys. If an emergency should arise at
any time, we would have to leave to return to Ohio immediately."
"Dr. Ridgway, I'm so sorry to hear about your nephews. I hope
they are found soon. Keep us informed." He talked to someone at his end,
"Dr. Ridgway, we will see that you have plane tickets for you both and
hotel reservations where you will stay. I will have someone call you back
when they are confirmed."
Brian shook his head 'no' fiercely and handed him a sheet of
paper.
"Ah, Mr. Huntington, I don't believe we will need those
instructions. We will be staying at the Watergate apartment of Congressman
Mike Keith and will have the use of his limo. And we will be flying in on
the Congressman's Learjet 45 Wednesday night to be met by the Congressman."
"Oh." Hunt Huntington's voice went dull, not understanding.
"What time should we be at the White House for the meeting on
Thursday?"
Huntington was thinking madly to himself. What is going on
here? He knew of Mike Keith and of course had to wonder about Dr. Ridgway.
Well, he didn't want to upset the Congressman.
"The meeting will commence at 9 A.M. so if you could be there
by 8:45 that would be fine. Your passes will be with the guards at the
entrance. Thank you, Dr. Ridgway. I'm again very sorry about your nephews,
we wish you the best."
"Thank you, bye."
The kitchen was full of comments by everyone there, all
agreeing with the decision to go.
Steve agreed, "Matty, this is something that will happen no
matter what else happens. I'm sure we will find the boys soon, so don't
feel guilty about going. You need to do this and if you take Hardy with
you," he smiled at Hardy who smiled back, "you are taking your home with
you."
* * * * *
After eating on Wednesday evening, Matt and Hardy and Brian
were packed and ready to go. They were to board Brian's helicopter for the
short hop to Toledo Express airport where the Howard Foundation's Learjet
45 will be waiting for the flight to Washington.
The search for the boys had not made much progress over the
last 2 days. Steve and Matt were becoming very discouraged and Matt really
hated to leave Steve at the house. He made Sgt. Reardon promise to stop in
to visit with Steve while Matt was in Washington.
Matt grabbed Steve by the hand and pulled him along to the
helicopter.
At the door he stopped and hugged Steve, hard. He whispered
in Steve's ear, "Babe, if you need me, just call and we'll be on our way
back before you hang up. Okay?"
Steve smiled at his brother, "That's fine, but I think we can
handle it. You can call us, any time, and we'll talk. I hope we can have
good news for you. When will you be back?"
"We should be back here tomorrow night at this time or just a
bit later. Brian said the Learjet will stay at the airport and could be
airborne within an hour of notification."
The two brothers, in love and in desperation, held each other
a few more moments, then Matt followed Hardy and Brian into the helicopter.
They settled down, bags in the back, and waited for Jedd to start. Neither
was surprised when Ted hopped into the co-pilot's seat, pleased to be able
to go on the short trip, and to be next to his Jedd.
As the chopper rose above the farm, Matt and Hardy held hands
tightly, expressing their tensions, their fears and hopes. Brian reached
over to add his hand to their grips, sending his hopes and comfort to
them. They sat close together, comforting each other with their bodies..
* * * * *
The flight in the Howard Foundation's Learjet 45 was smooth
and uncomplicated, landing at Washington National Airport. The waiting
limousine whisked them quickly through the streets and mild evening
traffic. Since Brian had made the trip many times, he acquainted his
guests with some tour guide revelations of the passing historic and
governmental buildings.
Congressman Mike Keith was waiting outside the entrance to
his apartment building. Brian had called him when they left Washington
National. He shook hands with Matt and Hardy, having met them before. To
Brian he smiled passionately and hugged him tightly. They would wait to
kiss after they were inside the apartment.
"Matt and Hardy, I'm so pleased to welcome you to Washington.
I wish you could stay longer for my patented tour, but I understand. Maybe
some other time."
"Mike, Hardy and I want to thank you for your hospitality.
I'm sorry but we may not be very congenial guests." He smiled hesitantly,
"However, we were especially pleased to bring along this hitchhiker who has
been making himself a pest at the farm house." He pointed to Brian, who
blushed. " Since we didn't know what else to do with him, we thought maybe
24 hours with you might curb his hormonal urges for a little." He laughed,
"Though I really doubt if that would do any good at all."
Matt walked over to the bar where Brian was mixing drinks. He
hugged Brian, "You know I'm only kidding, don't you? You are a delight and
pleasure to have around, and man, all the toys you bring with you." He
turned to Mike, "Mike, I've never seen a 'boy' with such great toys." They
all laughed.
None of them forgot when Matt and Hardy had sex with Mike and
Brian, trading partners at the hotel where the Dukes were playing at the
time.
Mike also stood to shake hands with Matt and Hardy and to
look at their rings. "I must congratulate you two for your wedding and just
for getting hitched." He looked at Brian, "We've thought about it, and
probably will have a ceremony, but I do want to be elected a few more
times. So, we'll have to commit ourselves in private for a while." He
laughed, "Of course, we've been doing that for almost two years now."
Hardy spoke up, "Mike, I've been reading your story in
"Turning the Page" on Nifty. Is this the apartment where you ... ah ... you
... and Brian had your first ... ah ... coming of age?"
"Yes, come on, Hardy and Matt, I'll show you the bedroom
where it first happened."
He revealed the small bedroom, single bed and all, but nicely
decorated. "Of course, we both lost our real virginity on our first trip
to Ohio and our lake. Now that was an experience." They returned to the
living room. "You know, Brian was much more experienced than I, but I am
very thankful to Brian's brother for leaving him an anal virgin until we
met. His brother Adam was his only sexual partner until he met me. And of
course I've totally debauched him!" He grabbed Brian, held him tight and
they both laughed.
Matt spoke up, "Mike, and Brian, I'm afraid we need to get to
bed. We've not gotten our regular sleep for a few days. I'd like us to be
alert and aware on the meeting with Hunter Huntington."
"That's fine, Matt, but first .... I've known Hunter
Huntington for a number of years. He was in the House during my first
term. And he is one smart cookie, Matt. I know his name doesn't help, but
he knows what is going on in his job and in most every other job too. So,
please do whatever he says, will you, and just go along. Don't be surprised
at anything, okay?"
"Sure, Mike, we will be very good," he smiled. "We won't
embarrass you, I hope."
Mike pointed toward the guest room, "Hope you can manage with
the small bed, but it's all I have right now." He grinned evilly, "Brian
and I would trade rooms with you, but he and I need the larger bed." He
looked at Brian and waggled his eyebrows. The others grinned, too.
Matt hugged Mike and Brian then pulled Hardy to the guest
room. "Come on, sexy, we only have a limited time to sleep." They slipped
into the guest room, shut the door and undressed within one minute.
Hardy grabbed Matt's naked body, kissing him all over."Matty,
I love you so much. I need you in me, I hope you brought your supplies?"
Hardy began to caress Matt's body, especially his cock and balls, fingering
his scrotum through his legs until he reached Matt's ass.
Hardy lay back on the bed, pulled his knees up to reach his
ears, baring his ass for his lover. Matt turned off the ceiling light,
crawled on the bed and bent down to lick his lover's asshole until it was
well lubricated.
"Matty, please feed me your cock as hard as you can - right
up my little red lane. OK?"
He giggled, "Though maybe it might be my little brown lane."
He laughed until he had to hold his sides. Meanwhile, Matt's cock was all
the way up whichever lane it was.
Matt lay on top of Hardy, humping his poker inside and
kissing him, dueling tongues.
"I love you, Hardy, I love being inside you," Matt moaned,
"and I love you in my life. You keep me sane, considering all the
pressures we have."
"Matty, will you shut up and make love to me. Please?"
Not a word was spoken until morning.
* * * * *
Matt and Hardy were up early eating their cereal and a sticky
bun, but no one else in the apartment was. They looked at each other,
raising eyebrows. Hardy snickered, "They must have been up all night." He
kissed Matt, after wiping his milk off his lips. Mike had set the coffee
maker before he went to bed to wrestle with Brian a bit. He also knew that
Brian might have had sex with a member of the Ridgway family, but knew it
was only a release, nothing serious.
At eight fifteen Matt and Hardy were standing in front of the
apartment house, waiting for Mike's limousine, looked very cool. "Now,
aren't you glad we got you that suit?"
Hardy reddened but said, "I especially loved showing off in
front of Craig. That young man is really a hot one." He hugged Matt and
almost kissed him when the limo pulled up in front of them. "Not now,
Hardy."
In less than half an hour the limo was passing through the
White House gates, the driver showing passes for them. A White House guard
appeared quickly at the limo door, opening it for Hardy and Matt. The
driver told them as they left, "I'll be told when you are ready to leave.
Good luck, gentleman." They nodded and turned to follow the guard.
Past the first door a tall man, dressed in a beautiful suit,
came up to them and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Hunt, actually Hunter
Huntington." He smiled, "Yes, I know, I've made my parent well aware of the
absurdity of the name with which they stuck me." He shook hands with them,
"So happy to meet you, Matt and Hardy. It will be easier if we stick to
first names.
Hunter Huntington was a good looking man, erect, slender and
with a most intelligent face. His hair was dark, eyes dark but twinkling,
features well formed and balanced with a long but slim nose and lips which
seemed to disappear when put together. Talk about thin lips.
As they walk through one beautiful, historic room after
another historic beautiful room and quiet corridors, heading for the East
Room, Hunt asked how well they knew Mike Keith.
Matt took that question, "We have met Mike a few times, but
know Mike's ....ah ... special friend .... quite well, in fact he has
stayed with our family for a good while. He had helped me and our college
a great deal, personally and professionally. We both are very fond of
him."
Hunt nodded, "Yes, I understand. I was a congressman during
Mike's first term in the House, and we got to know each other well, working
together. In fact I knew Mike before he knew .... his .... special friend,
and was at the party where they first ... sort of ... got together. I
became very fond of Mike's friend, I'm sorry he's living way out in the
sticks." He smiled.
Matt and Hardy smiled broadly, "Yes, we have heard of that.
And we are very happy to meet you, Hunt. Do with us as you will."
"Oh, I will, I will. But first," they entered the East
Room. "This is where your group will be playing, down at that end. I need
to know how many people, what sexes they are, and what size platform you
need, and so on."
Matt proceeded to tell Hunt all he needed to know. Hardy
supplied some facts that Matt wasn't aware of, especially relating to their
latest music.
Hunt continued, "You will have a room in the basement where
your people can rehearse and warm up before the program. "
By this time the three men were situated at the far end of
the East Room and they were trying to determine just how much room the
quintet would need.
"Hunt, when the group plays, there is a lot of movement in
their routines which do take some room."
Hardy suggesting, "Hunt, why don't I go through the routines
with them and try to get the best measurement I can of their range of
movement. If we know soon enough, we can adjust our routines to fit the
space you have here."
Before Hunt could answer, an official came up to them. Hunt
introduced the president's press secretary, Rusty Combs, to Matt and Hardy.
"Welcome, gentlemen," he turned to Hunt, "are you finished
with them?"
"We do have more to discuss but that can be done at a later
time. We'll go with you now." Matt and Hardy looked at each other, 'what
are we getting into?'
* * * * *
Hunt, Matt and Hardy stood in a softly carpeted corridor
somewhere else in the White House by a closed white door. Hunt tried to
allay their apprehension, their alarm.
"Maybe Mike told you that something else might come up while
you are here. Now that is going to happen. The President's staff explained
about the Dukes and Duchess of Windsor, and that they thought it would be a
great group to entertain when our British guests will be here in July. He
would like to explain that to the White House Press Corps."
"The President also knows about your nephews, Matt, and, if
you and Hardy don't mind, he'd like to help there too, is that okay?"
Matt and Hardy looked at each other, nodded, then at Hunt.
"We would appreciate all the help we can get. I called home
this morning but there is no good news. We would be honored if the
President would be willing to help."
The white door quietly opening enough to reveal Rusty Combs,
the President's Press Secretary, on the other side. He whispered, "Will
you please come in, Dr. Ridgway and Mr. Wolfe. The President is almost
finished with the conference."
Combs opened the door so they could enter the room. They
were stunned by the grand number of reporters, columnists, critics,
photographers and TV cameras which filled the room. The President was
standing in front of a lectern on the permanent platform, he was still
answering questions about a number of issues before him.
He spoke, "I have another subject to raise, so I would like
to end questions now, but I 'd appreciate your attention for the next few
minutes. Rusty, will you bring our guests."
Rusty pushed Matt and Hardy forward with an arm behind their
backs until they were on the platform and beside the President. He then
left the stage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you
Dr. Matthew Ridgway and Mr. Hardy Wolfe. These men are directors of the
Dukes and Duchess of Windsor. To be specific, they are not from England,
they teach at Windsor College in northwest Ohio, not far from Toledo."
"My staff have strongly encouraged me to have the group play
when our British visitors will be guests in the White House. These are
college students, instrumentalists, who have been formed into a quintet of
music educators, and incidentally, entertainers."
"Their title, I believe, was originated by Dr. Ridgway, and
seems a good one to me. What our British guests, of whom there may be a
Royal or two, will think depends on the occasion. These people, I'm told,
are extremely talented and especially good musicians. So we are pleased to
invite them to the White House."
"Now, after that good news, I must turn around and give some
unhappy news. Dr Ridgway's two nephews, ages 3 and 6, have been kidnaped
in Ohio from their own home ground. It is believed that Jacob and Joshua
were kidnaped by two people on horseback, and all efforts at finding them
so far have failed. On the screen behind me you will see the two boys with
their father, Steven Ridgway, Matt's brother. Their mother died a year ago
from a brain tumor. It is my hope that we, you and I, can help locate
these boys as soon as possible. Please show the pictures and call your
local police or F.B.I. if you have any information."
"Dr. Ridgway and Mr Wolfe, you have our sincere sympathy and
prayer to God to find them and bring them back. Thank you."
The President shook their hands again, then left quickly be a
door behind him. The two Ridgways started to leave when Rusty Combs stood
at the lectern and asked for quiet.
"Does anyone have a pertinent question to put to these
gentlemen?"
From a reporter in the back, "Dr. Ridgway, is your brother,
Steven Ridgway, father of the boys, the noted sculptor?"
"Yes, he is. I know he hopes you will be able to help us."
Rusty Combs interrupted, "To all those watching, on your
screen now are phone numbers in Ohio which are being staffed by members of
the Ridgway family for any information as to the whereabouts of these small
boys, just 3 years old and 6 years old. It is assumed that the boys are
not far from their home, probably not more than 50 miles or so. Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen."
Rusty turned to Matt and Hardy to shake their hands. "I hope
the boys can be quickly found. Please let us know if we can do more for
you."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Combs, we appreciate the help very
much. Please let the President know how we feel."
"I will, now I think Hunt is ready to lead you back to your
car. Good Luck!"
* * * * *
By the time Matt and Hardy reached Mike's apartment at the
Watergate complex, Mike and Brian were both home. They had been watching
the television, although to the others, they looked as if they hadn't been
out of bed long.
"You guys were great," Mike congratulated them, "that was a
very good presence."
Matt looked at Mike, suspiciously, "Mike, my friend, I don't
suppose you had something to do with the President knowing so much about
the boys. If you did, we must thank you so much." Matt moved to confront
Mike, finally reaching out to hug him close. Within two seconds, Hardy and
Brian wiggled their way into the hug to squeeze between them and finally
succeed in bringing their four bodies into complete harmony and total
convergence.
They held that position and their unity for quite a few
minutes, enjoying the closeness and solidity to each other.
"Matt," Mike spoke softly, "I'll keep watch at this end and
if anything comes through, I'll make sure you hear about it fast. I'm so
sorry about the boys but I'm sure they are all right."
Both Matt and Hardy began to sob, still holding Mike and
Brian, who also caught the significance of his statement and who also began
to sob lightly.
Hardy broke in, "Guys, if we don't separate soon, we just
might be welded on this spot."
That snapped their joint coming-together, they spread out,
grabbing tissues to drain noses and clear tears away.
"I'm sorry, guys, but we need to leave. I'm becoming very
anxious to be back home." He faced Brian, "You are coming with us, aren't
you, Brian. You know we need your help."
Brian gave Mike a look of such longing, Matt was afraid he
would stay, but good will prevailed. Mike and Brian hugged and kissed,
lengthy and extended, until Matt and Brian each got around to the four way
hug again.
"Brian, we'll try to take as good care of you as Mike would."
He paused, "Well, not that good, but we'll try to make you feel at home."
Brian smiled through some tears and kissed Mike again, then
licked the tears from Mike's face, promising with his eyes that he was
still his forever.
* * * * *
The trip back to Windsor went quickly in Brian's Learjet and
helicopter, right to their farmhouse, greeting everyone with hugs and
kisses, pats and caresses while they gathered in their bags and all.
"Did you watch the TV, guys, in the press conference?"
Todd spoke up, "We sure did, you guys were great."
The others agreed with Todd's judgment, even expressing their
renewed respect and admiration for their president.
"Anybody know where Ted is?" Brian asked hopefully.
Roger raised his hand, "I do, but he didn't want me to say."
Then he silently pointed energetically, raising a finger to indicate in
which room upstairs Ted would be.
Everybody, every single member of the family, looked at
Brian, smiling and embarrassing him to hell. Here he was, just coming back
from his devoted lover, his partner for life, and then his 'little piece of
ass' that he loved so much is within reach.
Brian faced the crowd, "I'm a bit sleepy, friends, and better
get to bed, if you don't mind?"
He took the stairs, two at a time and entered his room within
seconds, while everyone was applauding him downstairs. Even Anne took part
in the frenzy.
* * * * *
On the next day, Saturday morning, Brian and Ted actually had
gone to sleep early, so were awake and downstairs by eight o'clock fixing
breakfast for themselves and Hardy and Matt. After finishing their meals,
they sat around the kitchen table, talking quietly. Some raps came from
the front door so Matt went to answer it. As he left he said, "Damn, we are
going to have to get an automatic door opener." He laughed.
"Is Teddy here, Dr Ridgway, you don't know me but I'm your
next door neighbor, Silas Deacon? I wondered if I could talk to Ted."
"Sure, Mr Deacon, happy to meet you. Come in, I'll take you
right to Ted. We've just finished breakfast, could you use a cup of coffee
and maybe a sweet roll made by Hardy Wolfe's mother."
They walked back to the kitchen. When Ted saw Mr. Deacon, he
jumped up to greet him and shake his hand. "Hi, Silas, good to see you.
What brings you here?"
"Well, you know, Teddy, we've been away on vacation the last
few days, from Sunday afternoon until yesterday. . When we got back
yesterday, we found out about your kidnaped children. So, I may have some
information. Before we left on the vacation, I was back near your forest
area, that acre or so between our properties." He pulled out a pipe,
filled it and dragged away on the stem. Everyone was on edge, wanting him
to go, hoping it might be vital.
"Well, anyway, I was back there, just doing some clean up on
the kitchen garden. Since the corn is pretty tall already," he puffed
away, "best we've had in years, I was hidden there."
"That's good, Mr. Deacon," Matt encouraged him, "what about
the boys."
"I saw two women on horseback, riding just behind your little
forest. As I watched, I saw the two little boys emerge from the woods and
talk to the women. The boys had a box in each arm, but they put them down
and walked over to the horses."
"The first woman reached down to pull the older boy on to her
horse. The second woman wasn't able to reach the littler boy from the
horse. She had to get off. The women didn't force the boys, they seemed
to go willingly, I'd guess eager to sit on a horse."
"Then the first woman hollered, 'Come on, Rhoda, we got to
get moving'."
"'Well, he is too little to pull up, but I've got him now'."
"Then they rode off through your pasture heading west. I'm
sorry but I didn't know about them being kidnaped until this morning. I
hope I helped you."
Matt stood up and grabbed Silas's hand, "Thank you so much.
We may want to talk to you later, but thanks for coming. Ted, would you
see Silas out please?"
Matt groaned, "Oh god, I've a horrible feeling." He brought
out his cell phone, punched in Hamish McAllister's number.
"Hi Hamish, this is Matt. I've got a question, Hamish, is
Rhoda there? I wanted to ask her something about the weekend."
"Oh, just roaming around, huh, well I guess I catch her when
I can." He hesitated, "Do you have a cottage in Michigan?"
"Where is that? Oh, Devils Lake, I see.'
"No, nothing special. Hey, if you aren't doing anything how
about coming out to the farm, we got fixings for a big, big breakfast
brunch." He paused, "Oh, sure, come on, Hamish, we'd really like to see
you." He waiting, listening, "That's great, Hamish, come on now. Good."
As he hung up, Matt saw that Todd and Roger had come down
stairs. "Todd, would you please go up and get Steve and Gary. Be sure
they are dressed before they come down." He smiled, "This could be
something big."
Matt called Sgt. Reardon immediately asking him to come to
the farm, and to please leave his vehicle out behind Steve's studio. He
promised he would.
Write to Paul at dukesofwindsor@juno.com
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Turning The Page
Some characters in this story have been drawn from my first book, Turning
The Page, Nifty/Adult Friends/August 13, 2002. It is not necessary to read
that book first, but it would give you a background for The Dukes and
Duchess of Windsor.