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Kenny Ch. 02

By: sagacious21



Ken got out to the estate early the next morning; in fact, he was early enough to get a good breakfast from Selena before he was allowed to go out to the barn and start to work. 

It took him almost 3 hours before he was confident that he could get the old tractor running. Marta was lying out by the pool in a very small bikini when he found her. 

Damn; he thought, the girls at school didn't even wear something that tiny. That is a lot of good looking woman on display.

"Pardon me Mrs. Horne, but I have an estimate of what it will take to get that tractor working again. It may seem like a lot, but it has been sitting neglected for quite a while." He handed her the list he had compiled while attempting to keep his eyes away from the view she presented.

"This is a lot of stuff Kenny. Do you have any idea of how much this will cost? Would it be cheaper to buy another tractor?"

"Like I said ma'am, it seems like a lot, but this shouldn't cost more than a few hundred dollars at the most, and a new or used tractor will run in the thousands. This one is actually in very good shape, it is just that most of the rubber items such as hoses and belts have dry rotted and need replacement. The major items are the battery and starter. The starter is probably what caused it to stop running for your husband. It is pretty easy to fix, but the part is kind of expensive compared to other brands. I can order most of the parts from Autozone, and the Tractor supply store can take care of the rest. Seaside has both stores and it shouldn't take too much to get them. Do you want me to go ahead with the repairs?"

"That sounds good Kenny. Go ahead and call in what you need and I will go with you to get them. Will they fit in the trunk of my Mercedes, or will we need to take the lodge's truck?"

"Your car will be fine ma'am; these things won't take up that much room. How did your husband fuel the tractor ma'am?"

"There is a diesel tank behind the barn, but I don't know the last time it was filled. Why don't you go ahead and check it while I get changed into something less revealing. Selena should have lunch ready and we can eat before we leave."

Ken nodded his head and took off to perform his errand. He found the tank and saw that it had some fuel still in it, and there was a company name and number on the tank. He called them and was told that the diesel in the tank had been put in just six months before and should be okay. They asked if he wanted the tank refilled and he said that he would ask the owner and get back to them. 

When he told Marta about the tank she told him to go ahead and have it filled. She said that once he had the tractor fixed it would see a lot of use. After lunch he made the call and then called to order the parts needed to repair the tractor. Everything was in stock and they would just need to bring in the old starter and battery for the core charges. Ken went on out and removed the items and put them in the trunk of the tan Mercedes. He and Marta then drove to Seaside. The casual conversation on the way revealed more about the young man's values and abilities and increased Marta's opinion of him. 

When they got back to the house, Marcia and Consuela were in the pool playing with little Stefan. Marta said that she was going to join them and Ken went back to the barn to finish his job. He surprised everyone by driving up to dinner on the Kubota. The old tractor was roaring like new and Ken had even mounted the front end loader on it to show that the hydraulics were working correctly. 

"Kenny, that is amazing!" Marta said, "The mechanic I had look at that thing was going to charge me over $1,000 and take two weeks to get it running. You did it in just a few hours and a less than 300 dollars in parts. Does it need anything else done?"

"No ma'am, all it needs now is regular maintenance, and I can come out every couple of weeks to do that for you."

"Well park it in the drive here and go in and get cleaned up for dinner. You can show me how to drive it after we eat."

The meal was another lo-cal low fat wonder with grilled chicken breast and rice pilaf. Ken had never eaten this good in his life. He knew that he would miss it when he went back to his apartment. The good thing was that he was staying the night and would get another of Selena's great breakfasts. 

After dinner Marta and Marcia both had a great time learning to drive the tractor around the lodge. Marcia was even able to get Consuela into the fun, to the consternation of Ken. He was very nervous around the Latin beauty. 

The Kubota had no headlights, so it was soon time to return it to the barn. Ken retired to the living room with the sisters and they spent the evening watching an old movie.

Ken had never seen "Looking for Mr. Goodbar" and was amazed that his prim and proper history teacher was not scandalized at the story line. He spent most of the evening blushing and trying to hide his growing erection. Both sisters, of course, got a good look at his package despite his futile attempts at camouflage. 

When the movie was over Marta turned to the young man, "It has been a wonderful day and we have enjoyed your company this evening Kenny. I hope you don't mind, but we had Consuela take the bag out of your car earlier and put it in your cabin. She'll show you where it is now and we will bid you a good night."

Marcia added, "Sleep well, and we will see you in the morning." She then leaned over and both sisters gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

When Ken got over the kisses, Consuela was standing there waiting for him. He rose unsteadily to his feet and followed her trim legs out across the parking area to the row of cabins. Consuela led him to the second one from the left and opened the door. 

"This is your cabin Mr. Jacobs. There are towels for you and each cabin has plenty of hot water so you can soak without worrying about it. My mother and I are right next door, and if you need anything just knock. I set you an alarm for a half hour before breakfast so you won't miss it. I hope that you sleep well and I will see you tomorrow."

"Thank you Consuela. Please just call me Ken, Mr. Jacobs is my dad. I'm not much older than you and it feels weird for you to call me that."

"Okay Ken, see you tomorrow."

The next morning over breakfast Marta explained that she wanted Ken to watch the landscape company when they arrived this morning and see if he thought that they were giving her value for the money she was spending on them. What she really wanted was for him to see what the landscapers were doing and find out if he could do it instead. The plan Marcia had come up with was to offer Ken a job that paid much better than the one he had, and get him to live here with them. She hoped that given time the sisters would be able to seduce the young man into taking care of their needs. The first part of the plan called for offering him the job in such a way as for him to not think of it as a gift, but rather as an opportunity.

Ken agreed to watch the workers that morning and give Marta his opinion. 

Two hours later she approached him, "What do you say Kenny? Are they doing what I am paying them for?"

"Not really Mrs. Horne..."

"Kenny! I told you to call me Marta; Mrs. Horne sounds too old. I know that you are just trying to be courteous, and I appreciate it, but I would like to be your friend."

"Sorry Marta. My dad drilled my manners into me with a two by four, and it is hard to break the habit. To answer your question Marta, no, these folks aren't doing nearly enough to justify the cost. There are areas all around that have been left to grow rampant, and they are not really picking up behind themselves. Instead they are using the leaf blowers to hide the debris and allowing it to pile up in the corners. They are acting like they are doing a lot more work than they actually are. To add to that, I saw one of them over at your diesel tank, stealing fuel. I would drop them immediately if I were you."

"Do you think that you could do the work Kenny?"

"Sure Marta, it would take me a couple of days, but there isn't anything I couldn't do. It is all pretty straight forward landscape work. I used to mow lawns and I did more than they are doing for 5 bucks an hour."

"Would you be willing to do this for me? I'll pay you the same as I am them, a thousand a week."

"No Marta, that is way too much for no more than this would take. These guys are ripping you off, I won't do that."

"If you take the job Kenny, there would be a few more parts to it than just the landscape work. You would need to take care of the tractor and truck and expand what is being done now. I want this place to look like it used to so I can rent out the cabins to celebrities and friends. You would also need to keep the cabins in firewood and take care of some of the maintenance and such. What do you say, will you do it?"

"That is way more than I can do on my days off Marta, I don't think that I can do it."

"Oh, well you would have to quit your other job Kenny. There are a couple of benefits too. Room and board are included. You would live in the cabin you are in now, and eat with us. There is one other aspect to the job as well. Marcia and I have been worried lately that we are pretty isolated here, and all we would need is for a druggy or someone to try to rob us. We have a security company on call, but they say that it will take them about thirty minutes to respond this far away, and that won't do us much good. With you here we would all feel a lot safer. My husband had some guns that you could use to protect us. Please say that you will take the job."

Marcia had walked up while they were talking and inserted her thoughts. "Please Kenny; we know that we can trust you to keep us safe. The peace of mind of having you here would do wonders for us. Add to that the fact that we have enjoyed your company the last couple of days and how much more you would be making than you are now and everyone wins. You are being wasted where you are now and the stress of your situation is breaking you down. Admit it, the day I saw you in the mall you were thinking of suicide, weren't you?"

"Well, yeah, but this is too good to be true. Why are you doing this for me?"

Marta spoke up, "Its not just for you Kenny, we make out like bandits too. I get more work done around here without having to pay more, and we get security and the company of a charming young man to boot. Now you think about it and give me an answer when I get back from telling these thieves not to bother coming back. Whether you take the job or not, I'm not giving them any more money."

Marta then strode over to the pickup parked in the driveway, where the supervisor for the landscaping company was sitting and watching his men work. When she got there she started talking to the man, but he immediately began yelling at her and cracked open his door as if to get out. 

Ken was standing bemused for a moment trying to ascertain how his luck had turned so far away from the norm, but the shouting caught his attention and when he looked over and saw the door begin to open, he reacted quickly. 

The supervisor had just enough time to put one foot on the ground when the truck rocked violently, causing the door to slam against his shin. 

"Ow, damn! What the fuck...?" He stopped as he looked across the truck to see a very angry young man with his hands on the top of the passenger door frame. Ken pushed up, and again the door slammed against the man's shin.

"Ow!"

"You have been asked to leave, I would suggest that you do so and not yell at the lady again. You have been fired for bad work. Unless you want us to advertise that fact to your other customers you and your men will leave now, and do so quietly."

The man looked like he was about to say something, then changed his mind as the young man slowly pushed his truck about thirty degrees off center. Instead he quickly pulled his leg back in the door, shut it, and blew the horn three times. His men looked up at the sound and started to put their equipment away and prepare to leave. Ken let the truck back down and stepped away. The supervisor started it up and backed around and took off. 

Marta ran over to Ken and grabbed him into a big hug. "Oh Kenny, that was fantastic. You've already earned your first week's pay. I was afraid he was going to hit me or something. You scared the shit out of him and made him back down. What made you think of threatening to tell his other customers about how he was working here?"

"He looked like he was thinking about fighting me; I had to make him change his mind. I figure that if he is cheating you, he is probably doing the same thing elsewhere. I gave him a reason to drop it."

"Does this mean that you will take the job?"

"Yes Marta, I'll do it. It still seems too good to be true, but I'd be a fool to miss out on a chance like this. I hope that you don't end up regretting this. I'll give the mall my notice when I go in tomorrow. They'll probably tell me not to bother working out the two weeks, hell they may send me home when I tell them. I still have most of a month before I can get out of my apartment with the deposit, but I might be able to move out of there tomorrow. I'll go ahead and leave my tools in the barn if that is okay with you. I really don't have much more that needs to be moved out."

While they were talking the rest of the workers had packed up and by now they were all gone. 

Marta reached up and pulled Ken's head down. She then proceeded to give him a kiss right on the lips. She behaved herself and didn't try for tongue, but she rocked poor Ken's world anyway. No woman or girl had ever done anything like that to him before; not even his wife. Marta felt his automatic reaction against her abdomen and smiled brightly as she pulled away from the boy. 

Ken was too shocked to even notice her smile. The feel of her breasts against his chest and the soft lips that had been applied to his took his total concentration. If Belinda had ever kissed him like that they would still be married. He barely had time to get his breath before Marcia arrived and did the exact same thing. 

"Wow, what was that for ladies?"

"That was just our way of saying thank you. You were so strong and masterful, that poor sap didn't have a chance." Marta said. 

None of the three saw Consuela standing near her cabin, watching them with a sad expression on her lovely face.

Kenny Ch. 02







Kenny Ch. 02



"Come and sit down." He led her back to the sofa and I resumed my silent place by the bookcase.

"Drink your coffee," he said, and placed the cup in her shaking hand. She drank it all in one go, and Kenny refilled it, his free hand holding one of hers. He pushed the cup and saucer nearer to her on the table. She took some fresh tissues and wiped her eyes.

"Oh, Kenny!" she whispered. "I don't know what to say to you. I don't know what to do!" She paused and her gaze roved round the room, passing over me, and most other things, unseeingly. But then she noticed the clock and her eyes rested on it.

"Look at the time!" she whispered. "Now the last train has gone, and I don't have a hotel room any more. Samantha will be worried." Her fingers twisted the tissues again as she stared at the clock and her voice was the faintest of whispers as she spoke. 

"Oh, I'm so tired. It's been such a shock." She started to shiver, and I knew the adrenalin was fading from her system, and a different type of shock was setting in.

"Why don't you stay here, Mum," Kenny murmured. "Stay here and sleep in my room. I'll be here in the morning for you. You can have a nice rest," he finished soothingly.

Her gaze turned to wander over his face.

"Stay here?" she murmured. "Sleep here? In your......" She tailed off and new tears ran down her cheeks. "But that means you'll be sleeping in--- next door -- in that room ------"

Kenny took both her wrists and held them gently and moved his face closer to hers.

"Mum," he said softly, "if you had caught your train and gone home, I would be sleeping in 'that' room. If you left now and could go home, I would sleep in 'that' room. If you go to another hotel for tonight, I would sleep in 'that' room." He paused, and then added in the same soft voice tinged with a firmness, "Because I choose to!"

And he waited. Mrs Noble stared at her son, her shoulders heaving as she still sobbed, trying to take in his words.

And so Kenny had said, for what seemed like the hundredth time, "Don't cry now, Mum, please."

*****

Mrs Noble gave a small nod. "I'm so very tired," she said. "I- I- don't know if I can sleep, but I would like to lie down. May I--- Kenny, may I use the bathroom?"

Kenny took her to the bathroom and she closed the door behind her gently.

I went to Kenny and put my hands on his shoulders, giving them a squeeze. He looked tired himself.

"I would move your things out of that drawer," I whispered. "If your Mum happened to see them..." and Kenny nodded, ran into his room and gathered up the contents of his special drawer. Quickly he dumped them in my room and shut the door as he came out. He looked at me beseechingly.

"You don't mind, do you, Desi? Please say you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't!" I whispered back. "It's the best thing. You look after her while I clear up a bit. Talk to her in your room for a while until she falls asleep. If she can."

Kenny nodded. I went to the hall and picked up his mother's case and took it into his room. 

Mrs Noble came out of the bathroom. She had evidently rinsed her face and appeared to be feeling a little better, but her eyes were puffy and her face was drawn and pale. She sat down again and drank the coffee Kenny had poured for her.

"Mum, call Aunt Sammie if you want." He pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and offered it to her.

"You have...it's your phone?" she asked wonderingly.

"Yes, Mum. It's my phone." He slid it open gently thrust it into her fingers, and with the occasional sniff and a final wipe at her eyes, Mrs Noble dialled a number.

"Samantha? It's me. Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry to call you so late, but I missed the train........yes, I've found Kenny."

I could hear the loud exclamation from the other end.

She went on, her voice quavery. "There's such a lot to explain...I can't tell you now...yes, he's fine. He's ----fine," she repeated, looking at him, and I wondered if she had intended to say something else, and then changed her mind. "Look, I'll explain everything when I see you. I'll let you know when I'll be at the station. Yes...yes.. it's okay. Really it is. I know I sound a little upset...but it's okay. I'll see you soon. Yes... Bye." She handed the phone back to Kenny and he slid it shut and put it on the coffee table.

"Come on, Mum," Kenny murmured. "Come and rest." And he led her into his room and closed the door behind them.

I busied myself clearing away the coffee table and went into the kitchen. It was time for them to be together, alone. I finished washing up and leant against the sink, inhaling deeply on a much needed cigarette. I waited until it was finished, checked the living room once more and then went into my room, undressed and got into bed. I smoked another cigarette, waiting to see if Kenny would come in, but he didn't and I could hear the occasional soft murmur of voices from his room. I decided that work would have to do without me the next day, at least in the morning. If Kenny decided to leave and go with his mother, I at least wanted to be here to say goodbye, whether Mrs Noble liked it or not. And if that was the case, I admitted to myself ruefully, I wouldn't feel much like going in to work at all.

Eventually I dozed off. 

Some time later I felt Kenny sliding into bed beside me. He lay on his back without touching me, and I turned to see the ghostly outline of his face in the darkness.

"Are you okay?" I whispered. I sensed his nod.

"Yes," he whispered back. "I'm okay."

"And your mum," I asked.

He shrugged. "I think she's okay now," he said. "At least, better." 

We were speaking in the quietest of whispers and I could hear faint sobs still coming from next door.

"I can't do any more," Kenny said, his voice full of apology.

"No-one expects you to," I reassured him. "Try and get some sleep. I won't go to work in the morning."

He turned suddenly and assumed his favourite position with his head on my chest and one arm round me.

"I don't know what to do!" he whispered in an anguished voice, unconsciously echoing his mother's words. "If I go with her tomorrow, you're going to be so upset! And if I stay with you, she's going to be so upset! Oh, Desi, I just don't know what to do!"

"You must do," I answered him, "what you want to do. Not what anyone else wants you to do. Life isn't always fair. Sometimes it's a right bitch. Sometimes you can't help upsetting one person to save another's feelings. So now, sleep. And tomorrow, you do exactly what you, yourself, want to do."

I felt Kenny's head move as he nodded silently against my chest. And then he turned on one side with his back to me. 

*****

I woke very early next morning, long before the alarm went off. Kenny was still sleeping peacefully and I carefully eased myself out of bed so as not to wake him. Switching off the alarm so he wasn't disturbed by that either, I took my clothes, carefully checking that Mrs Noble wasn't around, and went to the bathroom to get dressed. I didn't shave or shower because I didn't want to wake either of them. In the kitchen I quietly made myself a strong cup of tea and sat smoking thoughtfully. I considered whether I wanted anything to eat, and decided I didn't feel like it just yet.

It was quite some time later when Kenny wandered in, also dressed respectably, yawning widely.

He looked very tired and he came to me and gave me a hug and a kiss, and those gestures meant a great deal to me that morning. 

"Morning," I murmured. "How are you feeling?"

Kenny shrugged. "Not too bad. I didn't sleep that well."

"Do you want some breakfast?"

Kenny pulled a face. "Not really. I'm not very hungry."

"Me neither," I said. 

Kenny made himself a coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. He glanced round towards his room.

"Is---?"

"No, not yet," I forestalled him.

We sat in silence for a while, Kenny occasionally glancing round to listen for sounds of his mother appearing.

"You're not going to work?" he asked.

"No. Well, not yet," I answered. "I called." And I gestured to Kenny's phone, now lying on the kitchen table.

Kenny nodded and began to toy with it, swivelling it round and round with his fingers. I wanted to ask him the question so much, but I'd decided not to. It was right that he should tell me, in his own way, and when, what he had chosen to do. If he'd reached a decision at all. He made himself another coffee and me a second mug of tea, and then lit us both cigarettes.

"What time was it when you came to bed?" I asked him. "I didn't look at the clock."

"After two," he said. 

So they'd talked for a considerable time after I'd gone to bed. Kenny seemed very introspective, staring at his phone as he toyed with it, occasionally raising his eyes to glance at me.

"It was a difficult evening, wasn't it?" he said eventually.

"Yes," I acknowledged. "But I think most difficult for your mother."

Kenny just nodded slightly. "Poor Mum," he said. "I wish I could make her happy again."

A cold feeling formed itself into a ball in the pit of my stomach. There was only one way Kenny could make his mother happy:- he knew it and I knew it. I said nothing, but perhaps some of my feeling showed on my face because he suddenly reached across the table and put his hand on my cheek in that familiar, warm gesture that he used so much.

"Poor Desi," he said. "It must have been horrible to hear what she was saying and know what she was thinking about you."

"Not very pleasant," I murmured in agreement. Kenny stroked my cheek and then withdrew his hand.

And at that moment we both heard his bedroom door open, and Mrs Noble appeared at the kitchen doorway. Kenny got up quickly and went to hug her.

"Morning, Mum," he greeted her. "Come and sit down." He led her to a chair and she sat, looking round at the kitchen. She had changed her clothes, but she was pale, drawn and there were lines on her face. Her eyes were still puffy, but at least there were no signs of tears this morning.

She watched as Kenny made her some tea and gave it to her. She cradled her hands round the mug and looked down into it.

"Do you want something to eat?" Kenny asked, but she shook her head. Silently she drank some tea, then put the mug on the table. She looked at her son, then reached for his hand, lying on the table, and I could see she was squeezing it tightly.

"How are you feeling," Kenny asked in a whisper.

Mrs Noble paused before answering, looking at him with her eyes roving over his face.

"Better," she said. "Thank you. I didn't sleep very much, I had many things to think about, but I do feel a bit better."

And then she visibly straightened up in her chair, and I saw her shoulders lift and straighten. Without letting go of Kenny's hand she turned to me and her eyes looked me full in the face.

"Mr ---Mr---," she stopped, swallowed and tried again. "Derek. It seems to me---" again she had to stop and swallow, "---it seems to me that I may have misjudged you a little."

And I knew that those words were probably the hardest words she had ever had to say in her life.

I inclined my head towards her in a gesture of thanks, but I didn't speak. Mrs Noble visibly pulled herself together again.

"Kenny has explained a lot of things," she said, not taking her eyes off me, her voice quiet but resolute. "I understand---" another of those deep swallows, "---- I understand that your feel----- your rel-----" but she couldn't bring herself to say either of the words and she drew a deep breath and cast around for another.

"I understand that the situation here is not what I first thought it was. Not what I was given to understand." And she let out her breath and looked at Kenny.

I am not a violent man, by any means, but the thought flashed through my mind that if ever Jed was unfortunate enough to bump into me again, I would make sure he fully understood the cold anger that I felt inside me. Understood it and remembered it all his remaining life.

But I was careful to let nothing of this show on my face as I inclined my head towards her again, and this time murmured:-

"Thank you Mrs Noble. I am glad you understand that."

She looked at me again.

"My son has made me understand," she went on, "that if he hadn't met you, he would ---- he---"

I reached out and covered her other hand with my own for a few seconds.

"You don't have to say anything more, Mrs Noble," I murmured softly. "If you can understand what Kenny has explained to you, then that is enough. You don't need to say more."

She looked down at the tea, picked it up and drank some. Then she looked at me again.

"Yes, I do," she said. "Kenny has made me understand ----made me believe, that he is very happy here." She paused and looked hard at me with a searching gaze. "My son's happiness --- is the most important thing to me," she said, still struggling with some of the words. "More important than my own feelings."

I glanced at Kenny for the first time in a while. A tear was slowly rolling down his cheek.

"But, Mr ----", Mrs Noble gulped, then went on, "but, ---- Derek, ---, I hope you will be able to understand that the situation here -----" her hand vaguely waved in the air, " ---this situation is abhorrent to me. Has been abhorrent all my life. To know that my son ----" and she paused as her lips trembled, but she clamped them together for a moment before she continued.

"To know that my son is involved --- is a part of it, is very, very hurtful to me."

Kenny moved his hand so that now his was covering hers. "Oh, Mum!" he whispered. "Mum!" A tear dropped onto the table but he didn't notice.

Mrs Noble looked at him and gently brushed his hair. "I know, and I accept, that it's not his fault," she murmured in a quiet, sad and resigned voice. "I know it was his father who made him ----- made him ----how he feels now."

She drained the tea and held out the mug, looking from Kenny to me then back again.

"Could I.....?"

"Of course, Mum!" Kenny leapt to his feet and quickly made her a second drink. I saw him wipe his eyes with his knuckles as he turned away from the table. Mrs Noble laced her fingers and rested the edges of her hands on the table, looking down at them. After a few moments, she murmured:-

"I also wanted to say --", she took a deep breath and looked up at me, " ----I wanted to say sorry for what I said last night about this flat. It isn't a hovel. I can see that it's very nice. I apologise."

And I knew that those words had also been very hard for her to say. She looked down at her hands again.

"I have missed my son. Missed him very much with all my heart. I have dreamed of him coming home one day. Coming home to me. He is part of my life. Now I have found him, and now I know and I understand the situation." 

She raised her eyes and looked at me as Kenny set her tea in front of her.

"It is hard for me to accept, but I understand it. I can now see for myself that you have been very good to him, and looked after him. But it would make me very happy, if he came home with me."

There was a long, long silence.

Kenny's eyes were full of tears and he had taken his mother's hand again. He was looking at her and not at me. I gave a slight nod to Mrs Noble.

"I understand," I said quietly. "And of course I accept your apology."

She looked at Kenny, then at me.

"So what happens now?" she asked in an equally quiet voice.

I looked at Kenny, and time seemed to stand still, there was a stillness in the air, as if the three of us were a tableau, frozen in time for all eternity............

And then I spoke, very quietly, looking straight at Kenny's mother.

"I think," I said, choosing my words very carefully, "that it is only right, that Kenny decides what happens now. And I believe, Mrs Noble," I finished, very gently, "that you can agree with me about that."

*****

We both turned to look at Kenny. His eyes were fixed on his mother and were full of tears. 

"Mum," he whispered. "I've missed you too. So much. You know I love you very much. But because of what happened with ---what happened to me, I had to leave. I didn't know where I was going, or what I would do. I just knew I couldn't stay there any longer."

He paused and wiped his knuckles fiercely across his eyes again.

"But now, things are different. Now, I feel that nice things are happening in my life instead of horrible ones. Because of Desi,---" and he glanced at me with just a quick ghost of a sad smile, "--- I have a new life, and I'm happy with that life."

I saw the wetness appearing in Mrs Noble's eyes again, because she knew what her son was going to say. And now so did I.

Kenny grasped his mother's hand.

"Mum, I am not a little boy now." His voice lowered to a soft murmur. "One day, I would leave you, our home, our life together, and start my own. You know that." And she gave him the faintest of nods.

"Mum, please don't ask me to give up my happiness now."

He fell silent and watched her, and when she broke down and the tears came anew, he didn't move, but just held her hand. She wiped her fingertips over her eyes and eventually straightened her back and nodded once.

"I thought," she said in a gasping voice, "that you would probably say that. Of course I want you to be happy, but---"

"And I want you to be happy too, Mum," he interrupted her. "But now you know where I am. You know about my life. You can call me, speak to me, whenever you feel like it." He toyed with the phone again. "I can call you and tell you what's new, and what I'm doing. You can come to visit. We may not be together, but we'll be close again. I know it's hard for you to accept, but please don't ask me to give up my life and my happiness."

There was a long silence again. Mrs Noble stifled her sobs and wiped her eyes once more. She nodded again at Kenny, then slowly turned to look at me.

"Could I ---- could I really come to visit?"

"Of course," I murmured with a little smile at her. "You would always be most welcome."

I received a small sad smile in return. "Thank you."

She gently pulled her hand away from Kenny's.

"Very well," she said with a great effort. She brushed his hair again in that way that mothers do. "My little boy has grown up since I last saw him." Her hands moved in an appeal to the air.

"I shall have to explain all this to Samantha. God knows how I'm going to do that." She looked from Kenny to me and back again, but neither of us said anything. That was something she would have to deal with alone.

"Mrs Noble," I said quietly. "Please feel free to have a shower if you wish and make use of the bathroom. And anything else here that you wish."

She nodded at me.

"I think... perhaps a shower would be nice," she said hesitantly. I knew that it would be a ritual washing and cleansing for her, which is why I'd suggested it.

"Perhaps you'd like a little breakfast afterwards?"

"Perhaps ---perhaps a little toast?" she ventured and I nodded. "It will be ready when you are."

And now the three of us were sitting again in the kitchen. We'd all eaten something, if not much, and Kenny and I had cigarettes alight. Mrs Noble looked a good deal fresher and more composed and I was aware that I hadn't had my own shower yet.

"If you'll excuse me," I said, "I'm going to use the bathroom too." 

I went to have my shave and shower and left Kenny to talk with his mother. And then Kenny went in his turn and I sat with a fresh coffee and a cigarette. 

"Mrs Noble," I said, as gently as I could. "The last thing I wish to do is to cause you any more distress, but would you mind telling me how much money you gave that boy last night?"

"Well, I gave him fifty pounds," she said slowly. "Why?"

"Because," I said, blowing a stream of cigarette smoke up to the ceiling, "That was a type of extortion. Or blackmail at the very least."




Kenny Ch. 02



That sort of money in one hit would keep Jed happy for a while, I thought.

Mrs Noble regarded me thoughtfully.

"May I...may I ask your advice about something?"

This was a surprise.

"Please do."

"It's --- it's about my husband," she said nervously. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Kenny."

She explained that he'd made no attempt to deny the things in Kenny's letter. He couldn't, because Kenny had disappeared, and the boy would have had no other reason to leave. So she told him she was leaving and that she would divorce him for adultery with an unknown co-respondent.

"Adultery!" she repeated, with that short harsh laugh again. "With our own son!"

She went on to explain that she'd made certain demands from him to ensure her own welfare, and that of Kenny's should he return, and that if he didn't comply with her demands in the divorce, she would go straight to the police with the letter which would ruin him and probably result in a lengthy jail sentence.

"He's not wealthy, but he can afford to ---- to pay for what he did. Was I --- was I --- is that blackmail?" she finished nervously, her hands twisting together on the table.

I considered for a while.

"No," I said thoughtfully. "I don't think so. I suppose, technically it is, but in any divorce a woman seeks to retain something of her life from it. Given the circumstances, and the fact that you had ---shall we say a lever? --- against your husband, I think anyone would have done much the same. Of course, if you had gone straight to the police with the letter, your husband would probably now be in jail, pending further enquiries if nothing more, and you would have kept everything."

Mrs Noble nodded. "I thought about going to the police," she said. "But I was so worried about Kenny, I kept leaving it and leaving it, hoping he would come back, or contact me, and in the end, I just never went. And I was frightened that our names would be in all the papers, and my family would be dragged all through the mud."

"Of course," I agreed. "No doubt that would have happened in the event of any court case. No, I think you acted wisely, given the state of mind you must have felt."

She nodded again at me and gave me the slight smile.

"Thank you," she said again. "I feel better about that now."

Kenny returned from his room with fresh clothes on. 

"I must be thinking about going back home," Mrs Noble said reluctantly. She stood up and gave me a searching stare. 

"Kenny, would you mind leaving me and Mr -- leaving Derek and I alone for another minute or two?"

Kenny looked at me. 

"If you wish, Mum." He looked uncertain.

"Why don't you nip down to the shop and get me a pack of smokes," I suggested.

Kenny knew very well that I didn't need any cigarettes.

"Okay," he said doubtfully. I gave him some money and with a last uncertain glance back at us, he quietly let himself out of the front door.

Mrs Noble and I stood opposite one another for a few moments, just looking at one another. She opened her mouth to speak, but I stepped forward and took her hands in mine.

"Mrs Noble," I said quietly, "I fully understand what a shock you had last night and I understand your feelings towards me. I know that this situation has caused you an immense amount of distress and heartache. Now that you understand matters a little better yourself, I would like you to accept my apologies for the distress it has caused you."

She gazed at me for a while.

"Thank you," she whispered. Her hands left mine and her fingers wiped at her eyes.

"I just want to be sure of one thing," she said, and she took a step nearer to me and her eyes searched my face. 

"Will you look after my son?"

"Yes," I answered her immediately. "I will look after your son, Mrs Noble, because, you see, he means a very great deal to me, too."

She gave a little nod, but her eyes remained on my face. "Yes," she murmured. "I have seen that he does." 

I wasn't quite sure what to say to that, but Mrs Noble continued almost immediately.

"Last night, I could have killed you. I would have committed murder to save my son. But, lying in bed and thinking, as I did, I realised that Kenny was right. You are a good person in yourself. Some people might say that you were buying Kenny's friendship. Last night I would have agreed. But now I see it differently and I know you have done the things you have out of genuine feelings for my son. You said nothing all evening and let Kenny and I deal with things ourselves. I realised that deserved my respect. But now, I just want to be sure that when I leave here, Kenny will still be as happy as he says he is. And that depends on you."

I considered for a few moments, whether I should tell her or not.

"Mrs Noble, if I tell you one or two things, will you promise not to tell Kenny?"

A shadow flitted across her eyes and her voice was tinged with wariness as she asked, "What things? Your secrets? I don't want to know about them."

"Not about that," I said gently. "Secrets, yes. From Kenny. He doesn't know, and I must have your solemn promise not to breathe a word to him if I tell you."

She still looked apprehensive so I said, "I think you would be happy to know about them."

Her eyes roved round my face again and came back to my own eyes.

"Very well." She nodded rather reluctantly. "You have my word I won't say anything to Kenny."

So I told her my proposals. As I explained her eyes grew wide and she stepped back from me.

"You really mean all that?" she asked in disbelief.

"I do," I told her. "I have already started." And I explained what I meant. "And then," I finished, "we shall see about the second matter, and then the third."

Mrs Noble's face had softened during my explanations and for the first time there was the hint of a genuine smile at the corners of her mouth.

"I promise," she repeated, "I won't breathe a word of this to him."

And then the smile faded and the worried look appeared again on her face. "I am so sorry that I thought so badly of you, Derek," she said quietly. "I can see now that it was a mistake. It was very wrong of me."

"No," I said gently. "It was a natural reaction from a mother who loves her son."

She nodded, and we both heard Kenny's key in the lock as he returned. 

*****

We'd both gone with his mother to the station and she and I had parted at the barrier to the platform. She'd looked at me and held out a hand hesitantly.

"Goodbye, Derek," she murmured, and I could see final doubts and worries flit across her eyes before they cleared and she gave me her little smile.

"Perhaps --- we shall meet again."

"I would like that," I said, and I watched as Kenny walked with her along the platform until they stopped beside an open carriage door. I moved away a little from the barrier, wanting to be seen to give them complete privacy to say their own goodbyes, and lit a cigarette. After a while, the mundane sounds of doors closing, a guard's whistle blowing and the faint sound of the locomotive horn sounded as the train began to pull away.

Kenny and I walked back home in almost complete silence. I could see that he was very thoughtful and I knew it would be better not to disturb him. 

At one point, staring at the ground as he walked along he said, "I suppose I should thank Jed for bringing Mum and me together again." 

"Thank him?" I queried. "I would have thought a smack in the mouth would be more appropriate," I added through clenched teeth.

"Des!" Kenny stopped and turned to look at me. "I've never heard you be so aggressive! Why a smack---"

"Because there was no reason to put your Mum through the misery he did!" I interrupted him.

I wasn't going to mention the money, but that was another reason.

Kenny resumed walking slowly, without saying anything more.

And now we were back at the flat. We stood looking at each other for a few moments, and then by an unspoken mutual feeling, we both stepped towards each other and clasped each other in a long hug.

"Are you okay?" I murmured, and he nodded.

"I'm fine," he said firmly. And Mum is fine too, now."

I thought perhaps 'fine' was slightly too strong a word. 'Better', would probably be more accurate, but I didn't voice my opinion.

"What would you like to do now?" I asked him. "Anything in particular?"

"No," he answered. "I just want to be near you."

And so we stayed, hugging each other for a long while.

"Are you going to work now?" he asked eventually.

"No," I told him. "Not today."

And he nodded and snuggled against my chest. After a while, he said, "I'm a bit tired. I wouldn't mind a nap."

I agreed, and we went to my room and stripped off our T-shirts then lay on the bed in our jeans, holding each other tightly.

Kenny soon fell asleep, and it wasn't long before I felt my own eyes drooping and I fell into a doze. 

I was woken some time later by the sound of Kenny's phone ringing where he'd left it, in the kitchen. Kenny hadn't heard it, so I shook his shoulder gently.

"Kenny. Phone."

He came awake, slipped off the bed and disappeared out of the door. I glanced at the clock, and realised with a shock I'd slept for nearly four hours. Perhaps the events of last night and this morning had taken more energy out of me than I'd realised. I heard Kenny's end of the conversation.

"Hallo Mum... good...yes, fine. Good journey? ...Okay. Yes...I understand. Well, I hope it goes well. Call me and let me know. Yes. Okay...love you. Bye."

He came back to the bedroom and pulled a wry face at me.

"Mum's home safely. Aunt Sammie picked her up from the station okay. Now she's going to start explaining everything to her." And he pulled the wry face again.

I was sitting on the bed, enjoying a cigarette. "Not easy," I commented.

Kenny came to sit beside me. "No," he agreed. "But good that she'll have someone to share it all with, who she can talk to about it sometimes."

The adult Kenny again. He put an arm round me.

"I'm so glad I'm here, Desi. You do know that, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, turning to look at his face. "I know it." I paused, then added gently, "I'll leave it to you to decide when you want to ......resume... our normal way of life."

Kenny cocked an eyebrow at me and a smile appeared on his face.

"You mean, when I want to fuck you, or be fucked, or be sucked, or suck you?" he enquired mischievously.

I stubbed out my smoke. "Well actually, I was thinking of eating, drinking, smoking-----"

And Kenny threw back his head in laughter and grabbed at me with his other hand and pushed me back on the bed and for a while we grappled and twisted and tickled and just enjoyed a little physical fun and closeness, and a release from the tension.

But the nearness of each other and the feel of our hands brushing, rubbing, holding as we rolled about, each striving to get the upper hand over the other, brought about a natural reaction, and after a while we both paused, looking at one another.

"You're hard," Kenny said, brushing the fly of my trousers.

I grasped at the bulge of his cock inside his jeans.

"And what are you?" I asked.

"Horny," he said immediately, and his hand unzipped me and slid inside my fly, fondling and rubbing my cock through my pants.

I felt the warmth of his soft skin as he lay against me, his favourite position, half on top of me. He undid the top of my trousers and left them open and unzipped. Gently he withdrew his hand from my cock and rolled to lie closer to me. His hands began to caress my own skin, rubbing my chest and stomach as far down as the waist of my trousers as he planted little kisses on me, my face, neck, throat, chest.

"Just lie still," he murmured.

He began to rub himself against me, small, gentle movements, little thrusts as his hard rod, still inside his own pants and jeans rubbed against my own. I lay quite still and enjoyed the feeling of his cock against my own, separated by layers of clothing, but so hard that I could feel it in all its ramrod glory. His kisses continued and his tongue traced little patterns on my neck and chest. My own cock remained hard, straining upwards inside my pants as Kenny rubbed against me. It was a surprisingly erotic feeling and with each gentle thrust of his body against mine, my cock responded with its own pulse, swelling a little more with each movement against me.

"I'm so glad we can relax again," Kenny murmured. "It's a weight off my mind."

"Yes, I'm sure," I agreed softly.

Kenny continued his slow, unhurried rubbing against me, his lips and tongue never stopping in their tasting and questing over the top half of my body.

"I like doing this," Kenny murmured. 

I liked it too, and I wondered what he would do when he felt himself close to cumming.

But he didn't do anything, just continued in the same way for several minutes. Suddenly his movements paused, and then started again, slightly harder and more urgent and I felt his hard cock quiver inside his jeans. He let out little gasps with each small thrust, and with each quiver of his rod, and I knew that he had rubbed himself to a climax and he was shooting his hot cum into his pants as he lay against me and his body gave a little shudder.

"Oh, nice!" he breathed. "Nice!"

He lay still for a moment and I felt the last few jerks of his cock as his orgasm subsided. He took my hand and placed it on his fly. 

"Touch me now," he whispered, and I undid his jeans and slowly pulled the zip down. I could feel the warm wetness of his cum on the jeans, and as I opened the fly and allowed my fingers to quest over his pants, they reached the hot stickiness of his cum which had soaked through them. 

Again Kenny took my hand and now he held it hard, rubbing himself with my own fingertips and palm as he pressed my hand against the wet pants. He pushed my hand inside the waistband and I felt his cream everywhere on his stomach. He used my hand to wipe himself, spreading and smearing the hot cream over himself and over his cock and the tops of his thighs.

He let out his breath in a long sigh. "That is so nice!" he said again. Finally he pulled my hand from inside his wet pants and rolled away from me a little, his eyes closed but still grasping my hand. He pushed inside the waist of my own pants and made my fingers curl round my hard cock, the wet cum from him spreading over my shaft as he made me grip it. I felt his hot stickiness against my rod, and it strained in my hand, forced to hold it tightly by the grip of Kenny's own fingers. Slowly he began to move, holding me firmly and stroking up and down so that I had no choice but to grip my own cock and wank myself. 

"I love holding your cock," he breathed. "I love the feel of it, I love the feel of my cum on it, I love the heat I can feel, and I love the thought that in a minute you're going to cum yourself and shoot your own hot cream out."

His words acted as an aphrodisiac and I felt the tremor in my balls. Kenny must have felt it too, and he suddenly swivelled round and put his face down near my cock, without stopping his movements. He aimed my helmet at his face and as I felt the first surge reach my cock I gasped and shot my first spurt of cum, straight onto his face. He still continued to make me wank myself and gush after gush of my own cum shot from my cock and splashed against his face. He moved my cock slightly each time so that his face became covered with my hot white cream. It had been a while since we had enjoyed sex together, and with the release of all the tension my cock kept jerking and quivering and my cum kept shooting over him. I was surprised how many times I shot a jet of hot stickiness onto his face, but finally my spasms died away.

Kenny released my hand and brought his face up to mine. Silently he nuzzled against my cheeks and neck and throat, spreading my cum over his face and mine and over as much of us both as he could. 

He licked a quantity from my face and then pressed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and leaving some of my own hot cum there as our tongues met and twisted and lapped together.

Finally we lay still, just holding each other and enjoying the feel of each other, the sensations of our mixed cum and the heat from our orgasms as we recovered our breath and relaxed in the aftermath of such heady sexual frenzy.

After a while, Kenny leaned over and took my cock in his hand again. 

"I'm going to make you hard again," he said. He opened his lips and started to suck at my cock, his tongue playing around my helmet as he licked and sucked at the cum on my rod.

"It's too soon," I murmured, but Kenny ignored me and continued to use every trick he knew to suck, lick, fondle and arouse my cock. I didn't think I could have another erection that quickly, and the first few touches of his lips and tongue were almost painful as I was still so sensitive, but to my surprise, after just a few minutes I realised that I was becoming hard again, slowly, but surely. Kenny used his fingers and hands, cupping my balls, occasionally licking at them, rubbing his finger behind them as far as he could reach and always his tongue and lips were on my cock, bringing me up to a full erection much sooner than I would have expected.

He paused, quickly stripped off his jeans, and lay back down in just his pants, still wonderfully wet and warm from his cum. He pulled my own trousers and pants down to my ankles and I kicked free of them. His lips and tongue went back to my cock and resumed their work, caressing and licking at me. I was amazed that he could produce such a reaction so soon after the massive orgasm I'd already had. I lay quietly and enjoyed all the sensations he was producing in me.

When he was satisfied he'd got me as hard as he could, Kenny suddenly moved and pulled his pants off, throwing them to one side. He knelt over me, straddling me. then lowered himself on to my cock and I guided it into his rosebud as he evidently wanted. I slid into him and relished the feeling of his ass muscles gripping at me as he lowered himself right onto me.

And then he began to move up and down, very hard, very fast, sliding up and down on my cock and giving a little gasp each time he lowered himself onto my length. 

"I want it hard!" he gasped out. "I want to be fucked as hard as you can!" 

I began to lift my hips to meet his downward thrusts and the pace and speed and urgency of his movements became almost frenetic as he bounced up and down as fast as he could, his cheeks slapping on my thighs each time. I could feel my cock surrounded by his ass, gripped tightly and hotly as he pounded up and down on me in a frenzy of sexual excitement.

His cock was in front of me, half erect, and I took it my hand and gently stroked him as he moved up and down.

"I -- love -- your -- cock -- in -- me!" he gasped. "I -- love -- being -- fucked -- by -- you!"

And as he thrust himself down on to me one more time I shot a gush of cum into him.

"YES!" he cried out and raised himself once more and immediately sank down hard onto me and stayed there as spurt after spurt of cum shot from my cock into his ass. He raised himself a little once more and I felt my hot cum running down my cock, still buried within him. Again he thrust down onto me and again lifted himself, using my cum as a lubricant to allow my cock to slide inside him and pound at the depths of his ass. I felt two more gushes of cum shoot from me and then I sank back onto the bed, gasping myself, my heart pounding.

Kenny stayed where he was, my cock buried inside him, his back arched as he closed his eyes and gasped.

"Desi! Desi!" he gasped. "God! That was gorgeous!"

I felt my cum running out from him and settling on my stomach and running down my balls.

I nodded, too breathless to be able to say anything. We stayed like that for a few moments, then Kenny gently eased himself upwards. As my cock left his rosebud I felt him expel the cum in him and it splashed onto me, warm, wet sticky, - and utterly delightful. Kenny lowered himself again and wriggled his ass against me, wiping the cum over his own cheeks and rosebud.




Kenny Ch. 02



We were both still out of breath but Kenny reached for his pants and pulled them back up then lay beside me on the bed.

"I want to keep all your cum in my pants and feel it hot on my ass," he murmured.

I reached over and slid my hand down inside the back of his pants. I felt the hot sticky cum on my fingers and massaged his cheeks, spreading as much as I could over him and using a fingertip to spread the hot cum into his crease and over his jewel. He made little murmurs of enjoyment. I relished the feel of his soft skin against my fingers;- his young, firm cheeks, completely smooth and his rosebud devoid of hair where he had so carefully shaved himself for me. 

I rolled him slightly to one side and slid my hand around to his front. My fingers brushed against his soft smooth skin and I caressed his mound, feeling his soft cock against my fingers and my palm.

If Kenny could bring me to a second erection and climax so soon after the first massive one, then I felt sure he could also get hard again quickly. I began to hold his cock and wank him gently and sure enough his cock swelled in my hand, becoming hotter as it engorged with his young, hot blood filling it.

"What do you want?" I asked him softly.

"To fuck you!" he answered eagerly. "I want to fuck you hard! I want to push my cock into your ass as hard as I can and fuck you and fill you with cum! Sit on me now!"

By now his cock was as hard as ever and I let it go as I rolled over to kneel above him as he had knelt above me. His cock was rampant and he held the base of it with his fingers as I lowered myself towards it. He rubbed the tip a few times up and down my crease, then guided it into my rosebud. His hands went to my hips and he pulled me down onto him, hard. He pushed himself upwards against me and I began to move up and down, sliding along the length of his gorgeous hot and quivering rod.

"Harder, Desi!" he implored and so I thrust down onto him as hard as I could.

"Yes! Like that!" he gasped. He thrust up as hard as he could to meet me each time. I gazed down at his young body, his smooth skin glistening with perspiration and his eyes closed as he heaved up against me. I could feel the softness of his mound against my balls each time I lowered myself and the heat of his thighs as my cheeks slapped against them.

"Harder!" he cried again. I thought if I slammed down onto him any harder I would hurt him, but he was oblivious of everything and his hands gripped my hips and he continued to pull me down each time as if his life depended on it.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he gasped and I felt the first of his spasms inside my ass. The jet of cum shot into me so hard it almost felt like something solid, and it was followed by two more huge spurts of hot cum, each time feeling more solid than just creamy spunk. His cock, still rampantly hard and hot slid even easier in me as I continued to pound up and down on his rod sliding inside me in its covering of sticky wetness.

He let out a long groan as he thrust upwards one more time and kept his hips clear of the bed, pushing himself up into me as far and as hard as he could as his shaft spurted his cum again and again into me. As his spasms subsided he opened his eyes and looked at me. 

"Oh, Desi!" he breathed. "Desi!"

I smiled down at him. "Nice?" I murmured.

"Gorgeous!" he whispered. "Just amazing! Wait! Stay as you are!"

I didn't move as he lowered his hips back onto the bed, sliding gently out of my ass as his cock began to lose its hardness. He quickly cupped his hand and placed it between my legs as I remained poised above him. I felt his cupped hand covering my jewel and as my muscles expelled his cum from my ass he caught it in his hand and then rubbed it over my ass and balls and round to my cock, covering me as much as he could with the warm, white creamy cum. He let his hand fall beside him and lay with his eyes closed. 

I rolled away from him and stood beside the bed, looking down at this young boy, lean, lithe, supple, and despite my two huge orgasms within a short time, still infinitely desirable.

I knew that I would never find anyone like Kenny, if I searched the world forever and a day, I would never find another person who was so completely and utterly a match for me. I bent down and planted a kiss on his warm, wet cock.

"Well, I don't know about you," I murmured, " but now I'm bloody starving!"

*****

It was several weeks later, and I had decided that it was time to put into effect the first of the three proposals I'd outlined to Kenny's mother. They'd had several conversations on the phone in that time, and their relationship had returned to a much more normal level. Kenny's aunt, Samantha, had taken the news of his present circumstances with surprising aplomb, he told me. After an initial shock to learn of his time as a rent-boy, she had accepted the fact that he was gay and had found someone with whom he was happy and whom he trusted, and took the news that he had settled down in a permanent new home much better than had Kenny's own mother, probably because the blood ties were not so strong. She had also pacified Mrs Noble to a great extent, and there now seemed to be a quiet peace between all three of them -- although Mrs Noble had not re-visited us and of course the aunt had not met me, either. But Kenny was much more cheerful and we had developed our own pattern of life together which suited us both. 

So I came home from work one day to find the flat spotless, as usual, and Kenny sitting in the lounge reading the TV magazine. I sat down beside him.

"Kenny," I began, "I want to ask you something and I want an absolutely honest, straightforward answer with no evasions or beating about the bush. Okay?"

"Of course, Desi," he said. He looked a bit shocked. "This sounds serious. Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine," I assured him. "Couldn't be better. At least, from my point of view. And that's the point."

I regarded him thoughtfully as he watched me with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Kenny, are you completely happy here with me?"

He gazed at me for a moment.

"With you, here, yes, unreservedly," he replied. "But you asked me to be honest and I will be. I'm slightly bored during the day when you're at work."

I nodded. "I thought you might be," I said. "But as far as you and I are concerned, our life together, our sex together, you're happy? Or is there anything else that you feel isn't quite right?"

He twisted on the sofa and cupped my face in his hands. 

"Desi," he said earnestly, "My life here with you is wonderful. I couldn't ask for anything better. I like living with you. I like sharing my life with you and sharing yours. And as for the sex -- well, you know very well that it's terrific. Amazing."

He paused and his eyes searched my face.

"What's happened? Or what's wrong? Why are you asking me this?"

"Nothing's wrong at all," I told him with a smile. "I just wanted to be sure that you were happy in every way, except perhaps that your days are a bit boring when you're alone."

"Yes, they are," he agreed.

"Well, I've got a little surprise for you," I said.

I drew some papers from my pocket and gave them to him.

"What's this?" he queried, and began to unfold them and look at them. After a while he raised his eyes and looked at me.

"Fill in the forms," I said. 

Kenny stared at me.

"Desi, that's so nice of you," he murmured. "But what about the photographs?"

"We'll go out after dinner to a photo booth and take some," I explained. "Then I'll post everything tomorrow."

Kenny dropped the papers on the coffee table and reached round to hug me hard.

"You do so much for me," he murmured.

"Well, there's a bit more," I said. "I expect it will take about three weeks or so for those forms to be processed, so if you can survive the boredom until then, I've booked you a series of driving lessons which should start just when they send you your provisional licence."

Kenny's mouth gaped open.

"You've booked driving lessons as well?" he repeated. 

"I have. Two hours a day, five days, for three weeks. That should be enough for you to take the driving tests. If you need more, okay, I'll book them for you. Now you'll have something to do every day, at least for a while."

Kenny looked confused and shook his head. "But we don't have a car!" he pointed out.

"One thing at a time," I told him. "Let's see how you get on with the lessons and test, and if you pass and get a full licence we'll think about some wheels to go with the licence."

That was only a small part of my plans, but I wasn't going to tell him yet what I really had in mind. Time enough for that when he'd passed his test.

Kenny clambered onto me in his favourite position and held me tightly.

"How can I ever pay you back for all the nice things you've done, and are still doing!" he whispered.

"You pay me back every day," I told him, "just by being yourself, by being here with me, wearing the things I like to see on you and because you give me such wonderful sexual highs every time we have sex."

"That's a two-way thing, Desi," he said firmly. "I don't fake my orgasms, you know! Every time I have a climax from you, it blows my mind!"

I hugged him and gave him a kiss.

"Good!" I said. "Then let's eat and we'll go and get some photos taken of you."

The photos were duly produced, the forms sent off and a little more than two weeks later Kenny's licence arrived in the post. I called the driving school and brought the start date of his lessons forward so that he could start them straight away. Arriving home on the day of his very first lesson, I was greeted by a whirling bundle of arms and energy as soon as I'd stepped into the hall.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Kenny greeted me, hugging me and reaching up to kiss me. "It was great! The instructor said I'm a natural."

This didn't surprise me at all. I'd instinctively felt that Kenny would take to driving as a duck takes to water. He led me into the lounge and we sat down as he regaled me with details of his first lesson. I listened patiently as he concluded:- "And he says I probably won't need so many lessons after all. He says we could book the tests now, because there's always a wait to get a date, anyway."

"Excellent!" I said. "I'm so pleased for you. Go ahead and let him book the tests then. But you might as well have all the lessons, it won't do any harm."

Kenny nodded. "Whatever you think," he agreed. He gazed at me for a moment or two. "Desi, I want to do something special for you! Tell me what you'd like me to do for you tonight."

"Hmmm! Let me think a bit," I said. "I think we'll do something special."

"Okay," he replied simply. "Anything you like."

"Something we haven't done before."

His eyes went blank for a few seconds and I knew he was remembering all the things that we had done together over the past weeks. Then he chuckled.

"Desi, there isn't anything that we haven't done before."

"Oh yes, there is," I told him. "I can think of two or three things."

Again his eyes told me that he was trying to think of some sexual adventure or pleasure that we hadn't experienced together.

"Oh, Desi. You're not thinking of a threesome, are you?"

His voice was despondent, and his eyes were now full of worry.

"No," I said firmly. "Absolutely not! I am not interested in any sex of any kind except with you."

Kenny looked relieved.

"Well then, you've got me," he said. "I can't think of anything we can do that we haven't already tried."

I gazed at him for a moment.

"Well," I said, "We've never used sex toys." I paused. "And I have never asked you to fill your pants."

"Fill? You mean -- at the back?"

"Yes."

Kenny looked surprised.

"No," he agreed. "We haven't done that before. I haven't done that before." He gazed at me pensively. "But you have? You like it? If you do -- if that's what you want, it's no problem."

"I have done," I agreed. "I used to like it a lot. But not so much in recent years."

"As I said, it's no problem," Kenny murmured. "Messy, though, I would think," he added thoughtfully.

"Can be. But that's not what I have in mind for tonight," I said.

He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Oh, it's a surprise," I went on. "But we do need a bit of preparation. I want you to put on my favourite pants, the ones with the open fly that are full of piss and cum. I'll do the same."

Kenny went to put them on and when he returned I explained what came next.

"When you have to pee next, tell me and I'll come with you."

"It won't be long," Kenny said. "I've already had coffees and teas enough to almost fill my bladder."

"Good."

When piss and cum are combined in cotton material it produces a particular fragrance, a heady smell like no other. The pee is there, but there is another smell, hard to describe, but which just tells you, SEX. Depending on which fluid has most recently soaked the cotton, one or other of the two aromas is strongest. I loved that combined fragrance, and Kenny was well aware of it. In due course he told me that he needed to go, and we both went to the bathroom. Kenny stood in front of the bowl, expecting me to hold his lovely cock as he peed, but I said no, I wanted something else.

"Sit down," I said, "but leave your pants up."

He happily obliged, and I felt my own cock stirring as the fly on his cum and piss-stained pants opened briefly, revealing a quick flash of his soft cock. I gently opened his legs and put my hand inside that open fly, grasping his cock and feeling the warmth of it in my hand. I carefully angled it upwards inside the material so that it was pointing up towards the waistband. His rod began to harden and I felt him push forward against my hand.

"No," I told him. "Not now."

He looked disappointed.

"Yes, I want it too," I added softly. Even as I spoke I could feel him hardening until he was at half-mast. Reluctantly I withdrew my hand.

"Keep it pointing up," I said, "and just let the first little gush wet your pants. After that, stop."

He nodded, looked down and after a few moments I saw the cotton grow darker as he allowed himself to flow into his pants. 

"Okay," I said.

He nodded and screwed his face up. "Bit hard to stop now," he muttered.

I told him to change places with me and I sat down myself, Kenny standing in front of me. 

"Ooo! Need to go!" he murmured.

I eased his cock through the open fly with one hand and directed it at my own pants.

"Now, you can let go," I told him.

I'd hardly finished speaking when I felt the gush of pee inside his cock through my palm, and his warm jet of golden shower shot at me and hit my stomach and pants, soaking the material and running down my thighs and balls until they were soaked and I could hear it dripping into the bowl.

Finally the flow stopped.

"Needed that!" Kenny gasped. "I was busting!"

"I can tell," I remarked dryly. "It was exactly what I wanted."

"You know," Kenny began softly, "while we're in here, I can do the other thing for you, if you want. I could easily fill -- "

"No," I interrupted him. "Little Kenny, I'll let you know if I want that." I thought for a moment. "But I'll tell you what," I went on. "Stop using any paper afterwards, and see how we go with that. Maybe I shall be happy with that, or maybe it'll trigger a desire for more. We'll see. But just pull up your pants afterwards without using any paper."

Kenny nodded, smiled, then leaned forward and kissed me gently.

"Whatever makes you happy, Desi." 

We lazed away the afternoon, opening a bottle of wine and enjoying it slowly. Kenny was studying his driving theory manual, - a test on which he would have to pass first before he could take the practical driving test on the road. After his second glass of wine, Kenny withdrew his cock from his pants and looked at me.

"I really want you," he said. "Come and suck me. Or at least wank me. I want to feel you close to me, want to feel you playing with my cock."

I shook my head. "No, we're going to save it for my surprise," I said firmly.

"So I can't even do it myself?" he asked, beginning to stroke himself up and down.

"Put it away!" I said in mock severity. "Don't touch it again unless you have to pee, in which case do what you did before, again."

"Spoilsport!" grumbled Kenny, but he was smiling as he tucked away his gorgeous flesh inside his pants.

Truth to tell, I wanted nothing more than to fulfil his wish and go to hold that lovely smooth, hot cock, or take it in my mouth and suck it and lick it until he could hold back no longer and gushed his hot cum over me, or into my mouth. But I was sure that would lessen the effect of my little plan, so I didn't touch him.

At about 6.30 I told him we were going out.

"For a walk?" he asked.

"Among other things. I want you to wear your loose, black tracksuit bottoms. Tee-shirt, and I suppose a light jacket, because it might be a bit cooler by the time we come home."

"This is all very intriguing," Kenny observed.

We both had the same tracksuit, with loose fitting cotton trousers sporting zip pockets. They were quite baggy, and very comfortable. We changed into them, both of us still wearing our favourite pants full of cum and pee. I made sure I had my wallet, -- I was going to need that -- keys and cigarettes, and we set off.

Every time Kenny moved near me it wafted that erotic aroma from his pants into the air. I sniffed appreciatively. 

"Do love that smell," I commented. I was sure other people passing by, or nearby, would also catch whiffs of it, but I didn't care. They could think what they liked.

I locked up the place and we strolled into the centre, stopping occasionally to window-shop. It was a mild, end-of-summer evening, and as we reached the pedestrian precinct I headed for a wine bar that we'd frequented before.

"Let's sit outside and have a glass of wine and a ciggy," I suggested. This passed a comfortable and gentle half hour.

"I'm still trying to work out what this special surprise is," Kenny remarked at one point.

"You'll see," I told him mischievously. "Not long now."

"Whatever it is, my balls are bursting with cum," Kenny said. "I've wanted sex all afternoon and when I cum, there's going to be a lot of it."

I just smiled at him. Eventually, our wine glasses regretfully empty, I decided it was time to move on.

"Don't know about you," I ventured casually, "but I'm getting quite hungry."

"Are we eating out?" he enquired.

I nodded. "Thought we might."

A few minutes further strolling brought us to a restaurant I'd seen many times but never tried. On the pretext of stopping to look at the menu displayed in the window, I examined the interior through the glass. As I'd thought, it was exactly what I needed. Apart from the tables set in the centre of the room, there were a set of areas around the walls which seemed to be like private booths;- the tables and bench seats partly screened by three-quarter-width decorative trellis panels with a gap at one side for customers and waiters to enter the secluded booth. The trelliswork had small gaps in the top three feet, which meant that the tables themselves, the seats and the lower half of any customers were hidden from view and quite private. A customer could see out, and catch a waiter's eye, but no-one could see in and watch a customer eating. The restaurant had several customers, but it wasn't full.

"Let's try this place," I suggested. "It looks nice and the menu is pretty comprehensive."

"Cool!" Kenny responded. "They have veal and I've never tried it. Is it nice?"

"Very," I assured him.

It took but a minute or two to enter, indicate the booths and be shown to one on the far wall by the Maitre d', who produced two menus with a flourish and asked if we'd like an aperitif. Kenny selected a vodka tonic and I chose a malt whisky.




Kenny Ch. 02



I was looking forward to getting started on the main part of my plan, but I waited until we'd studied the menus, chosen our meals -- Veal Zurichoisse for Kenny and boned duck with a port wine sauce for me, both preceded by a prawn cocktail starter -- placed our orders and I'd selected a bottle of Chateauneuf Du Pape to accompany the meals.

"I like this place," Kenny remarked. "Nice atmosphere and décor." He settled back and took a sip of his vodka.

"Secluded," I commented, and put my hand on his thigh. I'd made sure that Kenny had entered the booth first, so he was sitting in the corner formed by the wall behind him and the solid partition between us and the next booth. Instead of sitting opposite him, with my back to the trellis screen, I sat beside him, a vital part of my plan, so Kenny was on my left. It allowed us both to see out through the trellis into the main area of the restaurant.

I felt the slightest of jerks in Kenny's leg as my fingers trailed up the fabric of the tracksuit until it reached his groin.

"Don't do that!" he whispered. "I'll get a hard on, and it's not fair! I've wanted that all afternoon and you wouldn't, but now you're teasing me and making me even hornier."

I let my fingers rove until I could feel his soft cock through the tracksuit. As I expected, it immediately began to harden and I began to rub it gently.

"Desi!" he implored. "Don't tease me now!"

"I'm not going to," I told him and removed my hand. I'd seen the waiter approaching with our starters. As he entered the booth and deftly placed the plates in front of us we were both toying with our drinks. 

I waited, sure that the wine waiter would appear momentarily, and sure enough he was heading our way. He offered me the taste of the luscious red wine after uncorking it in that efficient and professional way that wine waiters have everywhere, but which you can never seem to emulate at home. I nodded and he quickly poured a half glass for each of us and set the bottle on the table.

Kenny was already tucking into his prawn starter and savouring the Sauce Marie Rose and the buttered brown bread that came with it. I used my right hand to fork some lettuce and prawns and let my left hand rest on Kenny's thigh again. This time I made a point of gently squeezing his leg and moved my hand so I could grasp his cock properly. I began to gently wank him through his clothes.

He stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth and then continued eating slowly.

His cock became harder inside his clothes until I could feel that it had almost reached its full ramrod state.

"Cruel!" Kenny murmured. "That's really wicked of you. Nice, but wicked."

I made sure my movements were very slow and gentle, enough to keep him hard and excited, but not enough to make him cum.

As he finished eating I removed my hand again and glanced down. Sure enough, his cock was visible inside his tracksuit and pants, rigidly standing up and pointing towards the corded and elastic waistband of the tracksuit.

I finished my own starter and sat back.

"Not fair!" Kenny whispered. "Look at me! Now what am I going to do?"

"Nothing," I replied. He glanced at me but said no more.

Our waiter arrived shortly after and cleared away our plates. We sipped at the wine and I waited. In due course our main meals arrived. Kenny started on his with great relish, making little approving noises at the taste of the veal. I had deliberately ordered the boned duck as I wanted to keep one hand mostly free. I cut up the meat the American way, into bite sized chunks, so I could eat it all with my fork in my right hand and not need to use a knife much at all.

As Kenny continued to enjoy his meal, I gently undid the cord of his tracksuit and pulled at the waistband to give myself some room. Slowly I slid my hand inside the tracksuit, feeling the tip of Kenny's lovely rod inside his pants and still quite hard. Slowly my fingers moved down towards the open fly and probed inside. His hot flesh jerked as I carefully eased it outside his pants and cupped my hand around it. 

Kenny began to breathe faster. I glanced at his face, and his eyes were big and round, but fastened firmly on the gaps in the trellis as he watched for anyone approaching our booth. I knew there would be at least one more interruption before long, so I just gently wanked his hot, hard cock inside his tracksuit, feeling the backs of my fingertips brushing against the warm fabric of his pants, still erotically damp from his earlier pee, as his cock strained in my hand.

"If you do that I shall cum!" Kenny whispered tersely. "I will!" 

"We can't have that!" I murmured, and kept my hand still.

"Don't move!" Kenny warned me. "Another stroke or two and I won't be able to stop myself shooting it all out!"

I saw the Maitre d' heading our way and removed my hand from Kenny's clothes. The man popped his head around the screen and enquired if everything was alright and did we need anything else?

"No, thank you. We're coming along nicely," I said with a straight face.

"Excellent," said the Maitre d'. "I'll leave you to finish in peace." 

I heard a slight noise from Kenny, a sort of half cough, half snort. He had continued eating and had almost finished his meal. The Maitre d' disappeared into the depths of the restaurant.

I continued on the last few morsels of my own meal and my left hand went back inside Kenny's tracksuit. As I'd half expected, whether because I hadn't touched him for a bit, or because the Maitre d' had appeared I wasn't sure, but his gorgeous rod had lost some of its hardness and was lying against his pants, hot, firm and engorged. I grasped him again gently and slowly slid my hand down towards the base of his cock, feeling the soft foreskin slide back until his helmet was nestling against the edge of my hand. I reversed the movement, closing his skin over the helmet, and then back again, a very, very slow stroking that I could feel was bringing him back to full erection. His helmet grew larger and more engorged as the edge of my hand brushed against it with each stroke. Kenny's eyes were closed and he was leaning back against the seat. He pushed his hips forward as I stroked him.

"Oh that is so nice!" Kenny murmured. "But you're a rotten sod for doing that here, now, when I shall have to wait till we're home to cum."

I spied a waiter approaching and removed my hand once more.

"You keep bringing me right to the edge, you sod!" Kenny whispered. "You rotten tease!"

The waiter enquired if we wished to see the dessert trolley but I told him we'd decline for the moment as we wished to enjoy the wine, and we'd signal him when we were ready for dessert. He gave a perfunctory little half bow and moved away.

Now there should be, I'd estimated, a period when we should remain undisturbed.

It was time for the main part of my little surprise.

Slipping my hand once more inside Kenny's tracksuit trousers I took his cock in my hand again and began to stroke him up and down. 

"I warned you," Kenny murmured, his eyes closing in pleasure again, "that I would have to cum if you did that. Please stop. We're in a public restaurant, and if someone sees we're going to be arrested."

"They won't see," I assured him.

"I've never cum in a public place," Kenny murmured. "The thought of it is exciting."

And then he opened his eyes wide and turned his head to look at me.

"That's your surprise, isn't it?" he gasped. "You wanted to have some sex in front of other people."

"Well, not in front of them," I corrected, "but with other people nearby."

His cock was now ramrod hard again, and our conversation about, or the thought of, a public area made his member even harder, hotter and more rigid in my hand than I thought he'd ever been. He pushed his hips forward again against my hand.

"I can't cum here!" he gasped softly. "It'll show as a wet patch on my clothes! Everybody will see when we leave."

"Yes they will," I agreed, and I felt his cock twitch strongly. "So what? You dropped some wine, gravy, whatever, on your clothes."

I could feel his cock quivering and I knew it would be only moments more before he lost control.

"Nobody will know," I continued carefully, "that I have wanked you off into your clothes and the wet mark is where you have shot your load of wonderful hot, sticky, creamy, spunk all over your pants and inside your tracksuit."

His cock was like a steel rod in my hand and I hoped my carefully chosen words would be enough to make him cum. I felt the quivering in its entire length as I slid his foreskin up as far as it would go to the base of his helmet. He was much too big and engorged for it to pass over and enclose it, and I paused there for a second or two.

"Just hold it back and wait as long as you can," I finished. I slid my hand down to the base of his cock once more and then wanked him much faster for a couple of strokes, finishing with my fingertip tracing a line up and down the back of his cock, following the vein.

Kenny pressed back hard against the seatback, his hips pressed forward against my hand, his eyes closed and his breath gasping.

"Can't wait...!" he gasped and then he released himself and I felt his spunk gush forth, over the edge of my hand, running down my fingers and lubricating them as I wanked him faster again. 

Kenny let out little gasps of "Uh! Uh!" as his cock spasmed and he shot his cream out in huge bursts. I could feel the warm cum resting on the top of his pants where he'd shot first. His cock quivered and jerked in my hand, so hot and hard, slippery with the cum he was still shooting out.

He gasped and gasped as his cock spasmed again and again. It felt as if there were gallons of his hot white spunk shooting from the huge end of his cock. It went on and on, and I couldn't believe how much cum he was spurting.

The feel of his cock, the warm stickiness of his cum, the obvious ecstasy he was in as he shot spunk everywhere inside his clothes, the feel of those damp, warm, pants full of piss that were now receiving yet another soaking with Kenny's precious and special hot cream, made me hard and I felt my own cock straining for release now inside my own pants. 

Slowly the spurts from Kenny's rod subsided and I relished the wet, warm feel of his cock, and my hand sharing the sticky spunk that had soaked the outside of his pants and the inside of his tracksuit.

Kenny slowly relaxed back into his seat and opened his eyes. I gently wiped my hand over his pants, spreading his cum over as much of them as I could. Then I twisted my wrist and wiped the inside front of his tracksuit, leaving the last traces of his wet cream there and drying most of my hand at the same time. His cock twitched as I brushed against it and he grabbed my hand through his clothes to stop me. His hands were trembling, and his legs, almost his whole body was quivering.

"Desi," Kenny said softly and firmly, "I will never, never, be able to have an orgasm like that again. I just know it."

"You were full," I agreed quietly. "You shot out a hell of a lot of spunk."

My fingertips found a pool of cum lying on his pants and I scooped up as much as I could. Sliding my hand from his clothes I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked the cum from them.

"As tasty as always," I commented. I took his right hand and placed it over my cock.

"Feeling your cum and hot cock has made me horny," I murmured.

"Then you deserve the same pleasure," Kenny whispered back.

He undid my tracksuit cord and slipped his right hand inside the waistband. His gentle fingers probed into my pants and withdrew my hard cock, just as I had done with him. He began to stroke me, his cool fingers running up and down my length, teasing round the tip, his thumb brushing across the opening where, I knew, there would very soon be my own jet of cum shooting forth.

But then Kenny reached across with his left hand and pulled down the waist of the tracksuit, forcing it down towards my thighs. My hard cock was now completely free of my clothes and standing straight up in the air. If anyone had looked round the screen at that moment they would have seen exactly what was going on -- my rod standing straight up and ready to cum, and Kenny's hand grasping it and stroking my cock up and down. Kenny squirmed down sideways to bend over my lap and, unbelievably, opened his mouth to take my rod inside. He began to suck me hard and I felt my cock straining upwards to push between his soft lips. His fingers and thumb continued to stroke me at the base of my rod as his tongue and lips licked and sucked as if he wanted to pull my cock off my body.

My eyes were glued to the restaurant as I watched through the screen in case anyone was approaching us.

Then, incredibly, Kenny used his left hand to wave across the gaps in the screen. Our waiter, hovering near another table of diners, caught the movement and gave a slight nod.

"What the hell are you doing!" I whispered urgently.

I knew I was close, and the last thing I wanted was anyone near us, yet Kenny had just signalled the waiter to come to our booth.

I saw him leave the other table and start towards us. Kenny gave a huge suck on my cock and flicked his tongue across my helmet. I felt the quiver in my balls and knew I was going to cum in a few seconds.

Kenny straightened up and gave my rod a couple of last massive strokes. I felt the cum start its journey from my balls, just as the waiter reached our booth. Kenny very quickly released my cock and pulled my tracksuit back up. 

He'd managed to time it perfectly. 

The waiter appeared in the entrance to the booth just as my first spasm shot my cum out, all over my pants and inside the tracksuit. My cock twitched and jerked as my hot spunk splashed over me. I felt it landing on my pants, trickling down to my thighs and running towards my balls.

"Are you ready for dessert?" the waiter enquired.

It was incredibly erotic to have the waiter standing a few feet away as my rod released its load of hot cream. I was trying not to gasp with each spasm. Whether the waiter noticed my cock jerking and twitching beneath my clothes I had no idea, but I couldn't stop it if I'd wanted to, and the knowledge that I was shooting cum with someone standing nearby added to the exhilaration of my orgasm. 

"Yes please," Kenny replied with a smile. 

The waiter vanished from the entrance and Kenny immediately grabbed my cock through my clothes and stroked me again. This produced several more gushes of hot cum, and my cock, thighs and balls now felt sopping wet with my warm cream. 

I leaned back and finally opened my mouth to gasp for breath.

"That was incredibly risky!" I gasped in a whisper.

"But very enjoyable!" Kenny grinned. He slid his hand inside my tracksuit again and massaged my cum over the front of my pants and onto my cock and thighs.

"You obviously enjoyed it!" He withdrew his hand and licked some cum from it.

"A starter before dessert," he said and chuckled.

The waiter was returning with the dessert trolley. I selected profiteroles and Kenny opted for a mango flan. When they were served and we were alone again, Kenny selected two slices of mango with his fingertips. Before I knew it, or could say a word, he had inserted his hand into my clothes and gently squashed the mango over my cock.

"I'll save those for later," he said, and giggled.

Not to be outdone, I smeared some chocolate sauce on my fingers and wiped that over his cock in turn. As I slid my hand into his clothes, I caught that heady aroma that I loved so much, coming from his wet pants. Warm cum, piss, Kenny's own special smell, his pheremones, they all combined to make me want more of him, but I knew I would have to recover for a while.

As if to cement the bond that this handsome, sexy and virile young man had with me, Kenny murmured "I can smell you. It's gorgeous! Want to wank you again and fuck you!"

"Not now, and definitely not here!" I answered firmly.

Somehow we managed to turn our thoughts away from enjoying each others' bodies and finished our desserts.

"That," Kenny said as he spooned up the last of his flan, "was certainly something we haven't done before and definitely a big surprise. Are we going to do it again, sometime?"

"Don't know," I answered him. "Not sure if we could get away with it again."

He nodded. "It was fantastic!" he said. "Unbelievable evening. And the food was excellent, too."

I agreed with him, but thought privately that it was probably much too dangerous to try having sex in the restaurant again. It would have to be this one, because of the layout of the booths and screens which gave the necessary privacy. I'd enjoyed it, and he was right, the whole episode had been unbelievably erotic and sexually satisfying, but if we ever were going to repeat it, there would have to be several months wait before we tried it again.

The waiter re-appeared and offered us coffee and we both chose an Irish coffee with whisky. We dawdled over them and just sat and enjoyed each other's company. Finally, however, it was time to leave. I could still feel the wetness of all my cum inside my tracksuit, and no doubt Kenny could feel his too. As we stood and exited the booth I glanced down, and sure enough there was a large dark patch on the front of my tracksuit, wet from my gushes of spunk. I glanced at Kenny's and his were the same. I paid the bill, putting cash on the small tray the waiter had placed on the table and leaving a handsome tip, not only because the meal and service had been excellent, but I thought if he had noticed anything, the tip might help to keep his mouth shut.

We strolled slowly towards home in the faint evening light, with occasional pools of illumination from the few streetlights that were already glowing, crossing the pedestrian precinct and window-shopping again, this time on the opposite side of the square. Glancing ahead, I noticed a bundle of rags lying in a shop doorway. Except, as we got closer, it wasn't just a bundle of rags;- it was somebody lying there. 

"Look," I said to Kenny. "Somebody you knew?"

I'd said it jokingly, but Kenny took me seriously.

"It could be," he said slowly. "Should we take a look?"

"If you want to," I said dubiously. I didn't really want Kenny to renew any of his old homeless, druggie, rentboy acquaintances.

We approached the shop and I could see that it was indeed a figure lying, curled up in a foetal position on the cold stone entrance to the shop. His head was tucked into his chest, presumably in an effort to keep warmer. It was noticeably cooler, not to say chilly, in the evenings now, and this figure was wearing what looked like some sort of old military greatcoat, tattered, torn and stained. The figure appeared to be asleep. He wasn't dead because I could see his chest moving as he breathed.

"It's a homeless vagrant," I said to Kenny. "Leave him. Let's go."

But Kenny had bent down closer to the figure.

"He looks familiar," Kenny murmured. "Sure I've seen this coat before somewhere."

He used a foot to gently prod the sleeping figure, who stirred and muttered something in his sleep.

Kenny prodded him with his foot again, a little harder. The figure jerked awake, half rolled onto his back and looked fuzzily up at us.

"Whass marrer?" he mumbled.

He reeked of alcohol, and I could see the top of a bottle protruding from one of the greatcoat's pockets.

" 'Oooo you?" the figure mumbled again. He struggled to sit more upright and the bottle slipped from his pocket and slid onto the ground. He tilted his head up to look at us and licked at his lips;- and I immediately realised who it was.

Jed.

Jed the rentboy, who had led Kenny's mum to us, caused her --and Kenny-- a tremendous amount of unnecessary grief and who had ripped off his mum to the tune of fifty quid into the bargain.




Kenny Ch. 03



A very bemused Kenny decided to do an evaluation of the area and the equipment that he would be responsible for. He had Marta make him a map of the boundaries of the property and went to check it out. The lodge was located on a well wooded and hilly area. Bulldozers had leveled areas skillfully to keep most of the trees intact and to allow the outlying cabins to have privacy amid the vegetation. There were several outbuildings that saw little use now. Most of what they had stored had been moved to the large barn. Some areas had obviously been planted with specific flowering bushes and plants and had been allowed to become overgrown. Ken made his own map of these areas for future attention. When he got back to the barn he found that besides the tractor and all of its attachments there was a lot of other lawn equipment in it as well as a large Ford truck. He had seen the truck when he was working on the Tractor of course, but he had not paid it much attention then. 

Now he looked in the dash and found that it was a 1997 Ford F350 with a 7.3 liter Powerstroke Diesel. It was a crew cab truck with the older style square body. He had to wonder just what Marta's husband had needed such a large truck for. He found the keys in the ashtray and checked out the mammoth white vehicle. The registration was up to date and the truck seemed to be in good repair, obviously it had been used more recently than the tractor. If he could use this he could move everything from his apartment in one trip. 

He decided to check out the cabins next to see what kind of maintenance they needed. Maybe Consuela could help him with that; at least she should have the keys. With that in mind he set out to find the beautiful girl. 

As he walked past the main house he saw Consuela's mother at work in the kitchen. Not seeing Consuela he went to her cabin and knocked at the door. 

Consuela answered the door quickly. "Yes Mr. Jacobs, how may I help you?"

"Consuela, I asked you to call me Ken please. I would like to see into the cabins and I thought that you might have the keys. I didn't want to bother Mrs. Horne if I didn't have to."

"I do have the keys Mr. Jacobs," she reached to the right of the door and pulled a set of keys off of a hook, "and you are going to be above me so I cannot call you by your first name sir."

"I'm just the maintenance man; I won't be in charge of you Consuela."

"I saw how the Ladies were looking at you sir, you are to be the master here."

"You're imagining things Consuela; they were just thanking me for helping them. Please call me Ken; I would like to be your friend while we are both working here."

The Latin girl immediately got hot, "You think that because I have a baby and no husband that you can have your way with me? I don't need that kind of friend Mr. Jacobs."

"No, no Consuela. I don't think that at all. I would never treat you, or any other woman, that way. I just want to be friendly and work together to help each other. I don't mean anything else by that. I certainly wouldn't think that you would want anything to do with me; no woman does, let alone someone as beautiful as you. I'll leave you alone if you wish, but please don't think that I meant any harm."

Ken took the keys that Consuela was holding out to him and hastily retreated to the cabin at the other end of the row. He had no idea what had just happened. That poor girl must think that all men are like the one who abandoned her. He would have to get a little more information about Consuela from the sisters so that maybe he could keep from upsetting her again.

As Ken moved away Consuela slammed her door in a fury. The noise startled Stefan and the child began to cry. Comforting her baby allowed her to calm down a bit and Consuela was able to examine what had happened. She thought that maybe she had jumped to a wrong conclusion. Ken might just be trying to be friendly. He didn't act like the boys in school had; sniffing after her skirt when they learned that she was pregnant. But she knew that she was not wrong about what the sisters had in mind for him. She could hardly blame them; lord knows that they have had no gentlemen callers. Maybe she was just a little jealous of them and that was why she had reacted as she had. 

In the meantime Ken had discovered several leaking faucets and some cabinet doors and drawers that needed work. These would be things that he would do after the landscaping was done for the week. He could see that he would not lack for work here and he would earn his way; but it still seemed too good to be true. He would be able to send more money to Belinda, pay off his bills, and still live much better than he had been doing for a while. 

There were 12 cabins total, six in a line across from the main area where Selena, Consuela and Ken lived, and then six more larger cabins situated around the property in their own little clearings. After he closed the door on the last cabin Ken stood there holding the keys in his hand trying to think of a way to get them back to Consuela without having another confrontation with her. 

He returned to the main house looking for Marta, and instead found her sister. For some reason, maybe because she no longer looked like his teacher, it was easier to use Mrs. Friedman's first name than it was to use Mrs. Horne's. 

"Hi Marcia, I was looking through the cabins and saw a lot of stuff I can do in them. Would you give these keys back to Consuela for me? I don't want to disturb her again."

"What do you mean again Kenny? What did you do?"

"I don't know Marcia. I was just trying to be friendly and she accused me of coming on to her. I don't know why she would think that, I would never treat any woman the way she thought I was treating her. I'm going to move my stuff down to the end cabin and if I can take the truck tonight I can be moved in tomorrow after work. I'll avoid her as much as I can, that's why I want you to give her back the keys Marcia. I'd also like to know if I would be able to use the truck that's in the barn?"

"Yes, yes Kenny. The truck is yours to use whenever you need it. Marta and I are afraid to drive it, it's so big. Can you stay here tonight and go back into town in the morning? We feel much safer with you here at night. And don't worry about Connie, I'm sure that it was just a misunderstanding, I know that you wouldn't try anything with her."

"No, I wouldn't Marcia. I suppose that I can wait until morning to go in; I don't need to be at work until noon. Please explain things to Consuela for me, it would be lousy to have to avoid her all the time." He didn't mention Consuela's insinuation that the Sisters wanted him; that was just too ridiculous to even suggest.

"Thank you Kenny; and I'll see what I can do about Connie. I'm sure that it looked worse than it was."

"Okay Marcia, if you say so. I was really looking forward to working here and I would hate to cause trouble with Consuela."

Marcia moved off to find her sister and talk to Marta about Connie. She didn't really know the girl that well; she and Selena had already been here when Marcia had moved in. Marta should have some idea of what was going on. Whatever had happened, it had hit poor Kenny hard. She knew that his social skills had never been that good, but she could not imagine him being rude to Connie, not her Kenny. 

Ken, for his part, went to the mud room to get the key for the end cabin. No matter what Marcia did, he did not want to be so close to the fiery Latin girl and the end cabin had some repairs needed that he could do at night without bothering anyone. When he got to the mudroom where Marta had given him his original key, he discovered another set of keys to all of the cabins. He had not needed to ask Consuela for them at all. 

Marcia found her sister in the study taking care of some of the household bills. 

"Hey Marta, I thought that Selena and Consuela were okay with Kenny moving in with us?"

Marta put her pen down and looked up at Marcia, "They said that they were Marcia, what happened?"

"From what I can gather, Kenny was trying to be friendly and Connie blew up at him. She accused him of being forward. He is very upset and is worried about having to avoid her. He is even moving to the end cabin to get further away from her. Do you know what is going on?"

"I'm sure that Kenny did nothing wrong, but you need to understand something. Connie spent most of her senior year in high school pregnant. Apparently all the boys thought that meant that she was easy, so our Connie has a very low opinion of the male of the species. Add to that the fact that she herself is the product of rape and then her abandonment by Stefan's father and the poor girl is very touchy. I'll talk to her and to Selena and see if I can at least cool things a bit. I was hoping to build up Kenny's confidence, and this will definitely slow that down." 

"No shit Sherlock. She may have set us back a couple of weeks in our ultimate goal. The good side is that Kenny is not likely to get a romantic interest in Connie now. That could have caused trouble too."

"There is that, silver linings and other such sayings. It may also be a good thing that he is not right next to her if we are going to visit him. How soon is he going to move in?"

"Kenny is going to take the truck into town tomorrow and he says that he can be moved in tomorrow night. I asked him to stay here tonight, saying that I would feel safer."

"Good idea, make him feel needed. Well, I'll go ahead and talk to Selena and Connie, no sense putting it off."

"Here, give Connie back her cabin keys. Kenny didn't want to have to do it himself."

"Ahh... the poor boy."

Ken made one load from his former cabin to cabin 6 when he saw Marta and Selena on their way over to Selena's cabin. He went around the back to the barn to stay out of the way as long as he could.

In the barn Ken started examining all the various tools and implements he would need to use. He made up a list of all the things he would need to get to maintain them. Some of the things were stored in large cabinets in the barn, but some things would need to be replaced. Just for motorized items, there was a chain saw, a weed whacker, a gas edger, a self-propelled lawn mower, and at the last Ken found a trail bike tucked away in a corner. 

Squirrels had gotten to the wiring for some of the tools and it would all need to be replaced. There were also a large number of non powered tools such as shovels and rakes. Some of the handles would need to be replaced and the shovels and axes could use sharpening as well. 

Finally Ken thought that he had waited long enough, and went to take the last load to his new home.



Kenny Ch. 04-05



KENNY

  Chapter 4

Ken was moving the last of his stuff into cabin 6 when his stomach reminded him that he had missed lunch while wandering the grounds and that supper was due any time. If he had had any money he would have run into town for Mickey D or something. He would need to keep some ramen or something in his cabin for times like these. There was some food left in his apartment and he would have that tomorrow night, but for now there was no hope but to go to dinner and maybe he could avoid having to talk to Consuela.

While he was making his last trip Marta and Selena were talking to Consuela.

"What happened honey, why did you get angry with Kenny?"

"He said that he wanted to be friendly, I thought that he was just like the boys in school. When I said that to him he backed off and said that was not what he meant, but by then I was already mad and I wasn't really listening. I knew by the time that he left that I had overreacted, but it was too late. I'm sorry Mrs. Horne, but I saw how you and your sister were with him and I know what you have in mind. I wish I could have someone too, but living out here there is no way to meet anyone nice. Every guy I have met for a long time only wants one thing when they find out I have a child."

Selena spoke up then, "I know sweetie, I never did find anyone after my Rafael was killed. The men up here did not want to raise another man's child and I wouldn't take any less. Maybe we should start going to some dances or something to give you a chance to meet someone."

"That might be nice momma. I will apologize to Mr. Jacobs when I see him again, he really didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm glad that is taken care of Connie," Marta said. "I didn't think Kenny would have done what you thought; Marcia says that he was always very shy with the girls at school. From what she says that bitch of a wife he had is the only woman he has ever been with. He was helping her with what he knew was another man's child and the only time she let him sleep with her she complained all through it.

"Yes, Marcia and I intend to have him scratch our itch, but he will benefit from it as well. The boy needs to feel wanted. All he has ever known is derision and rejection. You don't have to be friends with him Connie, but please be polite." 

"Yes ma'am, I understand."

When Ken stepped in the door of the main house he was surprised to see Consuela waiting for him. 

"I am sorry Mr. Jacobs; I had no reason to be angry with you when you were just trying to be nice. The boys at my school would say much the same thing as you did when they were being nasty to me; but I know that you did not mean it that way."

"That's okay Consuela, I'm sorry that you got upset. Let's just make believe it never happened."

"Thank you sir, you are too kind."

"Please Consuela, I guess I can live with you calling me Mr. Jacobs, but please don't call me sir. I am nobody special, just the maintenance man."

"Okay Mr. Jacobs, if you insist. Shall we go to dinner now?"

Saturday morning Ken was awoken by a polite tapping on his door. When he opened the door he confronted Consuela. 

"You are missing breakfast Mr. Jacobs. Did you move down here because of me?"

"I'm sorry Consuela, I forgot to set the alarm in this cabin; it won't happen again. I'll be there in a few minutes. I could have missed breakfast; hell I could miss a bunch of meals and it wouldn't do me any harm."

"Mother and Mrs. Friedman say that if you are going to lose weight you should eat all your meals with us, and not to miss any; it causes your body to hoard calories. You didn't answer my question Mr. Jacobs."

"Yes Consuela, I moved down here to avoid bumping into you all the time. I didn't want to cause you any more distress."

She looked up at him, "You didn't have to do that, but it probably was a good idea. Mother and I get up very early sometimes and we may have disturbed you. Stefan wakes up in the night crying sometimes too and I would hate for him to disturb you."

"I would almost welcome the sound of a child crying Consuela, it would remind me of Mallory."

"Well, it still is probably for the best." She then turned around and walked away. 

Ken left right after breakfast and had all of his clothing and what items he wished to keep packed into the back seat of the truck before he had to go to work. The complex manager came by to complain about the large truck being in the parking lot and Ken informed him that he wouldn't be back after that night. Actually it was that afternoon; he had been right about the mall management tossing him out when he gave his notice. 

Having no intention of gifting the apartment complex with any worthwhile furniture, Ken loaded it all into the back of the truck and figured that on the way out to Carmel he would drop it all off at Goodwill. He didn't need anything more than what was already in the cabin. His last act on the way out of the complex was to clean out his mailbox. He would submit a change of address at the post office Monday. He didn't even look at the mail until after dinner that night. 

Mixed in with the bills and advertising were two sour apples. One was a letter from Belinda saying that his visitation rights to Mallory had been revoked, and he was being reported to the State for not sending support checks. Also in the mix was a notice from the State of California that he was being entered onto the rolls as a deadbeat dad and that garnishment proceedings were underway. Apparently Belinda had told them that he was 6 months behind on payments. He worried about it for a while, and then took the letters to see Marta. 

She and Marcia met him in the study. "Is this correct Kenny, are you that late with your child support payments?"

"No way, I have sent her money orders every month since the divorce was final 8 months ago. I am about a week late now, but that is all."

"Do you have any receipts to show this?"

"I have the stubs from all of the money orders. I made them out to Belinda and we should be able to show that they were cashed by her."

Marcia asked, "Why did you use money orders, why not checks?"

"Belinda cleaned out the bank account when she left and once I paid off the bounced checks I closed it out to keep her from accessing it again. Now I have to cash my paychecks at Walmart."

"Get me those receipts Kenny," Marta said. "I'll have my husband's firm take this up on Monday. They have already been looking into your situation, but there hasn't been time for any answers yet. You relax honey; I'll make sure that this is taken care of. On another front, how would you like to accompany Marcia and me to an auction tomorrow? I'm looking to get some new stuff for the cabins. The auction is at a resort that failed. We can use your opinion and strong back."

"Do you want to take the truck?" Ken asked.

"Does the air work in that beast? If it does, then yes, if not we'll take my Mercedes."

"It works fine Marta, I used it today."

The next day they drove up to San Jose to the auction and bought new beds for all of the small cabins. Marta would have to buy new mattresses as well as the new beds were larger than those in the cabins now. The small cabins had always been meant as single person units and were supplied with twin beds. There was room in them for double beds and that is what Marta bought. She couldn't help but think that she or her sister would not be very comfortable in a twin bed with Kenny. There was not enough room for a queen sized bed, but a double was possible. She was also able to buy comfortable recliners for all of the units and some night stands that would look good with the present decor. She wanted some more continuity between units, right now each one was decorated individually and the result looked like a hodge-podge of design. Overall it was a successful day. 

They stopped and got some fresh fruit and vegetables on the way back and Selena crafted a fantastic salad from them. 

After dinner the sisters asked Ken to play cards with them in the family room. Marcia noticed that whenever it was not his turn, Ken was looking out the glass doors. When she turned to look, she saw Consuela and Selena playing in the pool with Stefan. 

"She is very beautiful, isn't she Kenny?"

"Hmm?"

"Connie, you keep watching her in her swim suit."

"Yes, yes she is nice. But I'm not watching her so much as I am Stefan; he is having so much fun. I used to play with Mallory in a wading pool in the back yard. She sounded just like he does. I miss my little girl; I miss playing with her and I miss holding her when she cried and when she slept. I can forgive Belinda for everything she did or said, but not for taking my baby girl away. I miss her so much." Ken reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. As he opened it he said, "Here is a picture of my little Mallory. See how pretty she is?"

Both women looked at the picture, "Oh my, she is a cute one." Marcia said. "Is that her mother, Belinda there behind her?"

"Yeah, that's her. I have been tempted to cut her out of the picture, but at the same time, she is Mallory's mother."

"How can I say this Kenny? Isn't she a little plain?" 

"Say it how it is Marta, she is overweight and homely. That is one reason I went ahead and married her. I thought that maybe if I treated her like a princess and took care of her, she would learn to like me and to enjoy being with me. I know that this is the only kind of woman I can get, so I took a chance. I certainly would never expect an attractive woman to stay with me after she got what she wanted, I just didn't know that Belinda was such a bitch. I was lonely enough that I was willing to try it, and I failed. I wish that she had been willing to leave Mallory with me, or at least stay close enough that I could see her."

"But, you know that you are not really the child's father. Don't you want to get rid of the responsibility for her?" Marta asked.

"Don't ever say that. I am her father. I do not give a damn whose seed got to Belinda, I am Mallory's father. She bears my name and I want to have something to say about her life. It would have been nice for my mom to know that she had a granddaughter and to be able to meet her. I didn't want to tell mom about Mallory until I was sure that the marriage had a chance to work, and then it was too late."

The intensity in his voice left no doubt in either woman's mind about their young friend's intentions toward his daughter. The statement basically put an end to the evening's activities. No one was in a mood to continue. 

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Monday morning Ken found out about the exercise program his employer had in mind for him. There was nothing too strenuous, just enough to use up more calories than were going into him with the wonderful cooking of Selena. This was the same basic program the sisters had used to such effect, and indeed they were continuing with it. They had gotten into the habit of being healthy and could see no reason to stop. 

Ken established a routine. In the morning he would work on the landscaping, in the afternoon the cabins got his attention. When the furniture from the auction arrived on Wednesday there was room to put it because he had moved the old stuff to the barn preparatory to calling a veteran's organization to pick it up for charity. 

Ken was tired enough at the end of each day that he was able to pick up reading again. Before then tensions had been so much that he was unable to concentrate on a book; now he could once again enjoy a good read. 

Tuesday Marta heard from the law firm. They had caught Belinda in the lie; all of the money orders had been cashed at her parent's bank. They had an investigator looking into her finances to determine whether or not any of the money was going to Mallory. They were also working at getting Ken a visitation set up. When he told Marta that he could not afford a trip to Boise, she informed him that they were going to bring Mallory here, with or without Belinda. It would be their treat, and he was not to object. End of subject.

Thursday night Ken was lying in bed dreaming of seeing his little girl again, when he heard something outside of the cabin, it sounded like voices, male voices. 

Ken had taken to wearing shorts and a T shirt to bed in case one of the women woke him up in the morning. He didn't want them to see the flab of his belly. Ken quietly sat up and slipped on the sandals he used as house shoes. He stepped over to the window and peered through the curtain. The voices were moving away from him toward the main house, and he could just make out what looked to be three shadows in the partial moonlight. 

He quickly went out the back door to where his car was parked, and took the police baton out of the back seat. Stepping around the end of the cabin he approached the intruders via a round about path keeping within the shadows and behind bushes whenever possible. As he got close to them, the intruders stopped by the door to the main house and crouched to talk. 

"Okay, I've got the key I snatched for this door. I was going to rob the bitches one night when they were gone, but now that they got me fired, I'm going to do a lot more. You guys can have the Mexican slut, but I'm going to get me some Milf pussy. Once we get in the door, you help me subdue the old ladies, then there should be a key ring in this mud room that will let you into the cabin the spics use. I already cut the phone lines so they can't call for help. The fat boy that was here before was staying in the cabin next to them, but it looks empty now, so it's just us against 4 women; nothing but fun. Let's go."

Ken thought that he recognized the voice as belonging to the landscaping supervisor, but he couldn't be sure. It didn't matter though; there was no way any of these thugs was going to leave here without help. 

With the pow-wow concluded, the leader turned back to the door and held out a key to unlock it. Ken stepped up between and slightly behind the other two men and slammed his hands together as hard as he could, catching each man on the ears and banging their heads together with a loud THUNK. As they fell away from him on both sides, he brought the police baton up and jammed it into the right kidney of the man standing in front of the door. The man immediately stood up straight and turned slightly to the right trying to grab hold of his suddenly painful back. As he tried to see behind him to discover what had caused this pain, the night stick came around and connected soundly with his jaw. He collapsed in a boneless heap. 

The thug on the right was trying to sit up, but the baton to the jaw changed his mind the same as it had his leader's. The leftmost would be rapist was up on one knee before a firm strike on his temple dropped him back to the ground permanently. 

Ken then moved to the door and used the baton to knock on the jam. He stood watching for movement from the three on the ground as he waited for one of the sisters to come and investigate the noise. 

A few minutes later the light came on and Marta stuck her head out of the door. "Kenny? What is going on, and who are those men on the ground?"

It didn't take much explanation before she was calling the police with her cell phone. The crooks of today are going to have to face up to the fact that it will be almost impossible to keep their victims from calling for help. The days when you could isolate someone by cutting their phone lines are gone. Today almost everyone has a cell phone, and some households don't even have a landline system, considering it to be an obsolete and unnecessary technology. 

When the police got there, the fools tried to say that they were the victims of an unprovoked attack. They were only trying to get help when their car broke down. The facts were against them though. Their car was found hidden in the trees part way up the driveway; and it started immediately. The bag tied to the leader's belt was stuffed with ropes and gags and that didn't help either. Each bad boy had a large knife as well. The leader proved to be the supervisor that Marta had fired the week before, and the key to her back door that was still clutched in his hand when he was searched sealed the deal. These boys were going away for a long time. 

None of this was enough to keep the police from treating Ken as if he were the crook. They took him away to the station in handcuffs to be questioned.



  Chapter 5

Friday was a lonngg day. Ken had to give his statement four times. The last time he gave the statement was to a police stenographer and then he was questioned about each and every line in the written version. The police wanted to know how many times he had hit each felon, and they were really interested to find out where he had gotten hold of an official police baton. When he told them that he had obtained the baton when he was working as a security guard, they wanted to know where he had been trained with it. They had to call the Seaside police and have the officer that conducted the training verify it before that line of questioning ended. Marta and Marcia had little to add to the information, having slept through the incident; but they refused to leave Ken's side. Luckily Marta had her husband's law firm to back them up.

Finally it was all over and they were allowed to go home. Ken suddenly realized that that was what it was now, this was home. Selena had prepared a late evening feast in his honor, and she even gave him a kiss to thank him for saving her family. Ken was exhausted by this time and was barely able to enjoy the food before he had to go to bed. He was able to stay awake long enough to shower before crashing on his new mattress. 

Sometime later a noise brought him out of a sound sleep. 'Not again' he thought. 'Who the hell could be out there now?' 

Then the door to his cabin opened and Marcia stepped in wearing a filmy nightgown, and the light behind her showed that she wore nothing else. 

"Mrs. F, what are you doing here?"

"I am here to give the man of the house his due Kenny. I want to give you in love what those men were going to take by force. I want to show you just how much I appreciate what you did."

"You don't have to do that ma'am. That was just part of my job. Your sister explained to me that you did not feel safe before, and she was right to be concerned. I was doing my job, and you don't need to thank me any more than you already have."

"But I do need to Kenny. You saved our lives; words aren't enough to express that kind of debt."

"I wasn't really afraid with the three men Marcia, but you scare the hell out of me. Belinda said that I was a lousy lover, and I wouldn't want to do that to you. You deserve someone suave and good looking, not a slug like me."

"Don't you want me Kenny? Am I not attractive to you? Belinda doesn't count. She didn't want you to be a good lover, I'm sure that someone told her that if she didn't fuck you the marriage could be annulled. If that happened you wouldn't have to send her money. You are a kind and considerate man Kenny, and I am sure that you will be a wonderful lover. If you really wish to reject me, then maybe when Marta comes over here tomorrow night she will have more luck. I've seen how you look at her in her swimsuit."

"Do you really think that Marcia? Do you think that I could be good? I've seen and read all about sex, but I have no experience except the once. I'm too nervous to even be able to think."

"Unlike your ex-wife, I would be honored for you to make love to me. I understand what kind of anxieties you must be feeling, and I'm sure that we can work past them." Marcia stepped closer to the bed and dropped the gown from her shoulders, baring herself to the young man. "Do you find me attractive Kenny?"




Kenny Ch. 04-05



"You are beautiful Marcia. I thought so even before you lost weight, but now you are spectacular."

The nude woman sat beside the trembling young man on his bed. "Take your shirt off Kenny and lean back, let me treat you the way you should be treated. Relax honey, this won't hurt a bit."

Marcia knew that she would have to get the overexcited young man off first, and she thought that a blowjob may be pushing things a bit far for the first night. Maybe Marta could introduce him to fellatio tomorrow. Tonight a hand job would probably be best. 

Once she had him lying down she pulled his hand up to her tit to distract him. He obediently massaged her breast as she removed his shorts and finally got her first look at his member. He wasn't overly long, more than average but not ridiculous, and he was uncut and quite thick. She had never held a cock with either of those traits before. 

When Ken was lying down his belly flab was not so noticeable as when he was standing. Truth be told, the exercise and diet were already taking their toll on his excess fat. He hadn't lost a lot of weight yet, but he was firming up enough for the change to be seen. Marcia's husband had actually been bigger around the waist than Ken was. 

The hand job didn't take long, as expected. Marcia then gave Ken a lesson in female anatomy and it didn't take much of that for him to be ready again. Marcia suggested that this first time he let her be in control. When he agreed she climbed on and went for a good long drive. By the time Ken finally filled her with his ejaculate, she was exhausted and ready to stop. Her three orgasms were a new record for her. Mr. Friedman had usually left her hanging, when he could be bothered to fuck her that is.

Marcia had not been silent during sex. She had learned from her sister, and various women's magazines, that men wanted to know if they were doing things right. She didn't go into detail or use many cuss words like some women, but she left no doubt in Ken's mind that she was enjoying herself. After her last orgasm she had held herself still and let Ken finish from below. She tried to roll off of him, but her lover was having none of that; he held her to him and hugged her tightly. 

"I think I can say without a doubt that Belinda was an idiot. She couldn't let you make her feel that good or she wouldn't have a reason to leave. If she had given you a chance she wouldn't have wanted to go anywhere, she sure isn't likely to get better than that in Idaho. You are a great lover Kenny, and you will only get better. May I stay here with you tonight? I really don't want to go anywhere after that."

Ken didn't answer; he just reached down and pulled the sheet and blanket up to cover them both. Then he kissed Marcia and pulled her against his side to sleep.

In the morning Marcia was observed by an interested party hurriedly leaving cabin 6 wearing nothing but a filmy nightgown.

Ken was cheerful at breakfast and after his normal exercise and swimming went about his daily tasks. Since Friday had been destroyed he had to take care of the stuff he had expected have done then as well as what he had scheduled for Saturday. During the day he saw Consuela several times as she was going about her normal duties. Every time she saw him, she ducked her head and moved quickly away. Ken was so absorbed in his thoughts that he never noticed. 

Selena noticed her daughter's actions though and that evening she had some questions for her. 

"Consuela, what is wrong with you today?"

"This morning I saw Mrs. Friedman leave cabin 6 wearing almost nothing. She was in there with him all night."

"So what? You knew that she wanted to; you said that you were all right with it? What has changed now?"

"It is wrong mama. They are taking advantage of him. He saved us all and the sisters are using him for their own pleasure."

"They are rewarding him dear; they are making him feel loved and needed. Sure they are getting pleasure out of it, probably quite a bit; but they are trying to help the young man gain some more self confidence and self worth. Did you pay attention when they were telling of his past?"

"Not much. I know that he had a bad marriage and a little girl that the mother took away. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Unlike you, I talked to Marta and Marcia about our hero. He has been beaten down so hard that it is amazing that he can still care about anyone. In school the kids made fun of him for being so large. The girls would not go out with him and when he finally had a woman who would marry him, she was a cold hearted bitch. She wouldn't let him sleep with her for the whole two years they were married until the night before she left him, and then she berated him and complained the whole time. The sisters are going to teach him how to be good to a woman, and show him that he can be loved. When he does find a woman he likes again, she will have reason to praise Marta and Marcia."

"If you think it is such a good thing mama, why don't you go to him too?"

"I am too old for that Consuela. Are you jealous daughter? Is that what is wrong, you think that you should be the one to reward Kenny? I hate to tell you this, but you had your chance to be nice to him and you shot him down just like the girls in his school did. Marta said that she saw a picture of his wife, and she was homely. He told her that one reason he married the woman was because she was not pretty and he hoped that she might be grateful to him and grow to love him. He didn't want a good looking woman; he saw no reason for a pretty woman to ever settle for someone like him."

"I envy you daughter. You at least had joy from sex, all I ever knew was pain. Your man was an ass, but at least you seemed to like what he did to you."

"Mama what are you saying? Bobby left me, all he wanted was the sex."

"But didn't you enjoy it while you were dating? At least you had that. I never told you my history, how we wound up here; I guess now is as good a time as any because I think that it is time that you understand a few things. 

"I was 16 when my boyfriend Rafael came to my parents' house and said that he had a chance to cross the border to the north. Did I want to go with him and be married there? I was young and foolish and I agreed. My mother packed a bag for me quickly and before I knew it I was in the back of an overloaded van traveling through the desert. There were so many people that I had to sit on Rafael's lap. We traveled through the night until suddenly the van stopped and the back door was thrown open. We were told to get out by four big men holding guns. 

"The men lined us up and moved all of the men to one end. Then they lifted their guns and shot them. They shot my Rafael before he even knew what was happening. The men then turned to us and told us to strip or they would shoot the children next. They raped us all; even the young girls. I don't know what happened to the smallest children, but we never saw them again. I think that your father was one of those coyotes, but I can't be sure.

"After they were done with us we were loaded back into the van and the next time the doors opened we were in a large building. There were a lot of people there and as we were taken out of the van, naked, the men would grab us, and touch us all over. One by one we were led away. We had been sold to brothels. I spent the next six months as a whore, until you got so large in me that the customers did not want me.

"I was sent to a clinic where I was to have an abortion. I was just one of several of the women of the brothel getting done that day. I had been there for a few hours when I heard crashing and screaming and gun shots.

"The police were raiding the clinic. One of the women they had done an abortion on had died and they did a bad job of disposing of the body. The police traced the body back to the clinic and were there to arrest the so-called doctor. My ordeal had finally ended. 

"I was taken to jail with the other whores, and I was assigned a public defender. That man was Mr. Horne. He was able to get me a green card and then he hired me to be his cook and housekeeper. I expected him to want me to sleep with him too, and by that time I didn't care; as long as he didn't beat me I would be fine. I was wrong though. He was kind and honorable and he never touched me. When you were born, he paid for the hospital and helped me to take care of you. He helped me become a citizen and never asked me to do anything but my job. 

"I was happy for him when he met Marta and married her. She was just as nice as he was and you spent many days with her. She was the one who taught you English and your numbers. Marta was devastated when Mr. Horne died, and I think that it is high time that she had some joy again. I want you to be good now and not give them any trouble. We will go to the dances next week and give you a chance to find a young man of your own."

"Oh mama, I didn't know all of that. I'm sorry for being a spoiled brat. You are right, Marta has always treated me like her own daughter and I owe her a lot. She and her sister do deserve to be happy without me peeing in their tea. I'll behave mama."

While this conversation was going on, Ken was sitting on his bed wondering if he was going to be visited again this night. He had taken a shower earlier and was just sitting when there was a light knock at the door. He got up and when he opened the door, the light from across the lot illuminated his guest. Mrs. Horne was wearing more than her sister had the night before, but in the light shining from behind her it was nothing more than a red haze to the young man's eyes.

"Good evening Kenny. May I come in?"

Ken stepped back leaving Marta room to pass by him. "Of course Marta, please come on in." As she entered the cabin he closed the door behind her. 

"Thank you Kenny, Marcia said that she had told you to expect me tonight. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes Marta. I'm still a little nervous, but last night was so much more than I ever thought it could be, and I would love to please you. I can't help but feel that I am not good enough to be with you and your sister, but she convinced me that I should at least try."

"Oh you're good enough all right Kenny. Any man who could beat those three goons without taking a scratch is more than enough man for us. You realize that we are not doing this just to thank you don't you?"

As Marta was talking she was walking toward the bed holding onto Ken's arm. At the bed she turned to Ken and embraced him.

"We like you a lot Kenny; you are the kind of man that Marcia wished she had married and very much like my late husband, although he was not as physical as you are. We need love and you are so good to us, we want to be good to you too. Now kiss me like you mean it."

Ken was not as hesitant as he had been the night before, but there was still much he had to learn. Marta taught him about oral love that night, and Ken fell in love with the feel and taste of pussy. Marta's reaction to his learning about her pleasure points was another plus on using his mouth. 

Unlike her sister, Marta did not stay the night with Ken. After he fell asleep, Marta returned to her own bed. She did not feel right sleeping with the young man, somehow that was being unfaithful to her dead husband while the sex was not. It was confusing, but true to her none the less. 



(to be continued)



Kenny Ch. 06-07



Chapter 6

After the excitement of the attempted break in, Ken's life at the lodge settled into a routine. Ken started each day with morning exercises. After that he would do the landscaping. Every day he expanded the cleared areas by a little more. The lodge occupied a little less than 5 acres just south of Point Lobos on Hwy 1. On Hwy 1 meant that you entered the half mile of curvy driveway on the Hwy. The neighbor to the south was a winery, and the one to the north grew apples and peaches and kept bees. The right of way for the lodge split the two properties. To the west was a riding and boarding stable with horses wandering the pastures.

The Kubota had just about every attachment available and proved to be invaluable in caring for the place. There was even a log splitter powered by the Power Take Off (PTO) on the tractor. There was a pile of dead trees back behind the barn left over from when the lodge had been a going concern. Much of the wood was rotten and useless for firewood, but the chipper attachment turned it into good mulch. 

Ken enjoyed the work and the time spent alone allowed him to reflect on his life. He still missed his little girl, but for the first time he had the hope that he would see her again. The lodge was looking better all the time and Marta expressed her satisfaction in many ways. For one thing, she gave Ken a $200 a week raise. When he protested that it was too much, she countered that all the work that he had done would have cost her a lot more than she was paying him if she had to contract the work out. 

Ken was also responsible for making repairs to the cabins and the main house. He even worked as a chimney sweep making sure that the fireplaces in the cabins would be safe to use again. He learned many new skills, such as setting tile and installing wood flooring, thanks to the folks at Home Depot. By the end of the second month that he had been there, all of the units were ready for occupancy and all the public areas were clean and trimmed. 

Ken himself was also clean and trimmed. The diet and exercise had taken away over 50 lbs of flab and turned a lot of the rest into muscle. He didn't realize it yet, but Ken had turned into a hunk.

He had also put his mechanical skills to work. Selena and Consuela drove a 1999 Cavalier and had been having trouble with it. Selena complained that the car would stop sometimes, and then start back up an hour later as if nothing had happened. It finally happened one day as she was coming home and Ken attached a tow dolly to the truck and brought the car back to the lodge. He found that the problem was with the fuel pump. The pump itself was fine, but the fusible links would pop when they got hot. Changing the links did no good; the power requirements were just more than the circuit could handle. He finally put in new wire one size larger than the original and ran it directly from the battery all the way to the connector under the back seat. He couldn't find an empty fuse circuit that would work with the key, so he put in a toggle switch under the dash and an in-line fuse for safety. The driver would have to switch on the fuel pump before starting the car, and turn it off after stopping. This had the side effect of making the car almost impossible to steal. The thief would have to know about the switch to get the car to run. Of course, no one wanted to steal an old Cavalier. 

He also had to put on a new power steering pump and alternator on the truck and change the oil in it and Selena's and Marcia's cars as well. The Mercedes was serviced by the dealer; if Ken touched it the warranty would be void. 

The lawyers kept Ken and the sisters up to date. They had an investigator watching Belinda and her family to see if there would be any way to wrest custody of Mallory from her. The discovery of her attempted deceit with the payments from Ken caused the judge to reinstitute Ken's visitation privileges, but the investigator wanted him to wait a while before he saw the little girl. They wanted to set it up so that he would be able to take the girl home with him and keep her there. They expected Belinda to make a big mistake; they just had to give her time. Ken was all for that result, but the waiting was torture for him. 

Consuela was able to go to the dances and clubs to try to find a young man of her own. She went out on a few dates and seemed to be doing alright. She and Ken occasionally interacted around the lodge, and finally became friends. There was a distance between them that they both wanted to keep though. Consuela still did not approve of Ken's affair with the sisters, and Ken did not want to get too close to a woman who had been hurt so much and had such a fiery temper.

The situation with Marta and Marcia continued. Every second or third night one of the two would visit with Ken. Marcia always spent the night, while Marta still would not. Both women were very happy with Ken and with the result of their scheme. Ken, on the other hand, was beginning to feel uncomfortable with how things were going. 

One Friday evening after dinner he sat down with the women and talked to them about it. 

"Marcia, Marta, there is no way that I can express my thanks for all that you have done for me. You were correct Marcia that I was ready to end it all that day you saw me at the mall. You saved me with your kindness. I love working here for you and Marta and I feel a large amount of satisfaction when I complete another task to improve the lodge. You have also made me feel much better about myself with the nights we have spent together. The problem I am having is with those nights."

"What is it Kenny?" Marta asked, "Are we not coming over often enough, or maybe too often?"

"No Marta, it is not that. My problem is the way things are going; I kind of feel like I am being used. You never ask me to come to the main house, and we don't go out in public on dates or anything; it's like you are ashamed to be seen with me. It's even shown by how you address me; my name is Ken, not Kenny. I'm not saying this correctly, but something is missing. I know that I could never hope to have beautiful women like you to love me, but I am missing the romance I expected. The sex is great, but it's not enough somehow. I love living here, but I need the romance and the chance that the woman I am with will be with me forever. You have taught me many things to include that Belinda was a huge mistake and I can find someone to love me. I wouldn't have believed that two months ago, and there is no way I can thank you enough for what you have done."

The sisters were stunned by this, but they didn't have a chance to respond. Before they could say anything there was the sound of a horn honking repeatedly outside the house. 

Ken immediately jumped up and on his way out of the room he grabbed a police baton from the table near the door. After the attempted break-in he had gotten several more batons and made sure that one was available wherever he was. He even had one in a holster on the tractor. The guns Marta's husband had were out and available as well, but Ken was hesitant to use them. He could control what happened with his baton, but once you fired a gun there was no taking it back. He and both women had done target practice to make sure they were familiar with the weapons, but he still trusted his night stick best. 

"Grab a pistol and back me up Marta. I don't know what is going on, but that was Consuela's horn and it sounds like trouble." 

Ken did not wait for a response as he quietly stepped out of the back door without turning on a light. No need to announce his presence before he was aware of the situation. 

What he saw when he stepped out into the night was the cavalier pulled up in front of the cabins and a new model mustang stopped behind it. There was a man beside the cavalier and as Ken approached the man's right arm rose with what appeared to be a tire iron in it, and then he smashed in the driver's window on the cavalier. 

"Get out of there bitch! You can't tease me all night and then just take off. No half-breed slut is going to make a fool out of Donny Drake."

While he was talking the man was reaching in through the broken window trying to open the door. He had to stop as Ken arrived and used his baton to get the man's attention with a hard poke in the kidney. That maneuver had worker well the last time it was needed, but not so good this time.

Drake spun around to his left and swung the tire iron, hitting Ken in the left shoulder. Instantly Ken's whole left arm went numb, but he ignored it and aimed a strike at Drake's jaw. Drake brought up his left arm to block so Ken shifted his aim a bit and was able to catch Drake on the elbow, right on the tip of the ulna. Drake was not going to use that arm again right away; but he was already swinging the tire iron again and aiming at Ken's head. 

Ken brought the night stick back and spun it so that it lay along his forearm. He then used it to block the tire iron. The iron bounced off of the baton and Ken swung the butt of the stick at Drake's head and hit him on the temple. The belligerent man fell to the ground, out cold. 

Consuela had already thrown herself across the console into the passenger's seat trying to get away from her assailant, so she exited the car from the far side and ran around the vehicle to throw herself up against Ken, sobbing hysterically. Ken winced as she wrapped her arms around him and jarred his damaged left arm, but he showed no signs of pain as he pulled the crying woman closer with his right arm. 

"It's okay Consuela, he can't hurt you now. Take it easy, you're safe." Turning to Marta, who was standing off to the side pointing her gun at the man on the ground, Ken said, "Keep an eye on him Marta, don't let him get up. If he tries to stand, shoot him in the leg; that'll stop him." He then looked over at Selena, who was standing in the doorway to her cabin. "Please call the police Selena, and an ambulance. It's going to be a long night, and probably another long day."

Ken stepped over to the walkway in the front of the cabins, pulling Consuela along with him, and sat down with her on a bench. 

"I didn't know what to do Ken, he wouldn't leave me alone at the bar; and when I left he must have followed me. I didn't know that he was behind me until just before I got to the drive. When I slowed down to turn, he bumped into my car and honked his horn at me. I was so scared and all I could think to do was to come up her and that you might be able to help me. I locked the doors when I stopped, but I was so scared."

"You did fine Consuela. Beeping your horn let me know that there was trouble. Relax now; it is going to be okay. Mr. Drake there is going to be spending some time in jail for assault. I just hope that he didn't break my arm."

"Your arm? Did he hit you?"

"Yeah, he got in one good one. I got careless and stayed too close to him. I should have stepped back and taken him out when he turned, but he turned the wrong way and took me by surprise. I may have to go to the hospital to have it checked out. It is starting to hurt like hell now."

"I'm sorry Ken, it's all my fault. I was being a selfish bitch and you got hurt because of me. I'll quit going out and just be satisfied as I am. I really am sorry Ken. Thank you for saving me."

"It's okay Consuela; this was not your fault. The arrogant bastard over there on the ground caused this, not you. There is no reason that you should not be able to go out and have fun. Next time though, I'll go along and keep an eye out for trouble."

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course I would Consuela, you are a member of this household and I am responsible for the safety of all of you."

"You can call me Connie, Ken. The nickname sounds more familiar and less formal. Unlike you, I don't mind it."

At that point the police finally showed up. The squad car slid to a stop with the lights blazing and the siren squalling. Thankfully they turned off the siren when they stopped, but the red and blue lights kept strobing.

Ken looked up and there was the same policeman who had given him such a hard time before. 

"You again. Who the hell are you; the lone ranger or something? You want to tell me what happened this time?" The officer said with a sneer.

Connie jumped up and jammed herself into the man's face. "That bastard over there followed me home and broke the window of my car trying to get to me." She was waving and pointing over toward her car, "Ken saved me is what happened. He got hurt this time and as soon as the ambulance gets here he is going to the hospital." The whole time Consuela is talking she is pushing forward and the policeman is slowly backing up. The man didn't know what to make of the incensed Latin girl. 

He finally had enough and stepped quickly back to give himself room. "All right miss, take it easy. Do you wish to press charges on the man since you are the party who was attacked?"

"Yes I do. He had no reason to come after me. I want to punish him for hurting my friend."

The Ambulance came up the drive then and Connie ran to it and as the EMT got out she grabbed his arm and steered him over to Ken. "He got hit in the arm. It may be broken, so be careful."

"What about the man on the ground?" The confused EMT asked.

"Fuck him! The son of a bitch deserved what he got; take care of Ken first."

Selena and Marcia were standing off to the side watching all of this with a bemused expression. 

"What do you think Selena, has she changed her opinion of our hero?" Marcia asked.

"Oh yeah, that's putting it mildly. The problem now is going to be getting Ken to treat her the way she wants him to. I think she suddenly realized that what she was looking for was here all along. This should be fun; painful at times, but fun none the less." Selena said. 

*

Chapter 7

A second patrol car arrived and soon they were taking statements from the three older women. Ken and Donny were loaded into the ambulance. Drake had not recovered consciousness yet and the EMT put in an IV. 

Consuela was adamant that she was going in with Ken, so Marcia agreed to take her. Marta was trying to convince the officers that they had no reason to take her pistol. She had not fired it and it was a legal weapon for defense. She was on the phone with her law firm as the ambulance and Marcia's Chrysler left. 

Ken rode in the ambulance sitting in the jump seat while the EMTs tried to revive Drake. After a few minutes they were successful and Donny woke up. He was more than a touch disoriented though and had no idea what had happened. Ken was in no hurry to bring the asshole up to date and kept his peace.

When they got to the Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula Marcia and Consuela were reunited with Ken. They sat in the crowded waiting room and talked. They were constrained from letting the conversation get too intimate because of the police officer who was standing guard over Ken. Apparently when you have put your fourth man into the hospital you are considered dangerous.

"So tell us Connie, what happened with this guy tonight?" Marcia asked, "What caused him to go ballistic?"

"I don't know what happened." Consuela replied, "He has been at the same clubs I have the last 3 weeks, and I danced with him a couple of times. I tried not to do it too often because his hands get too frisky. He asked me out last week and I turned him down. I had enough trouble with his hands on the dance floor; I didn't want to get into a car with him.

"Tonight he wanted to dance again, and I told him that I would, but only if he kept his hands where they belong. He said okay, but as soon as we were dancing he grabbed my behind. I pushed him away and told him not to ask me to dance again. I said that I would not give him another chance. I put him out of my mind and went back to my table. A little later I began to wonder why no one was asking me to dance anymore. Usually when I was there it was normal for me to get several requests and hour, and now there were none."

"Wait a minute," Ken said, "You have been going out to the clubs alone? I thought you were with some friends or something."

"No Ken, I don't have any friends that would go out with me to a club. Mama went along the first couple of times, but she was not comfortable there, so I have left her at home with Stefan since then."

"That is just asking for trouble Connie, from now on I will go along with you, I intend to keep this from happening again."

"Thank you Ken, I accept. Back to tonight. I noticed that suddenly I was not being approached, when I saw Donny intercept a man heading my way. They talked for a moment, and then the man moved away and went back to his seat. Donny was determined to ruin my evening. I got up to leave and decided that from now on I would not go to a club if Donny was there. I got into my car and drove home. He must have followed me, because when I slowed down to turn into the drive, he bumped into my car and started yelling things at me out the window. All I could think of to do was to honk the horn and hope that you would be able to help me."

Marcia spoke up then, "You did good girl, cause help you he did."

An attractive blonde nurse came in then to get Ken. It was time for an X-ray of his arm.

"Hold up there Barb, I need to go along and keep and eye on this guy."

"If you have to Billy, but I thought that he was the good guy. He sure did a number on that other man; Doc says that he has a concussion and that the elbow is shattered. There is going to be a lot of reconstructive surgery needed on it."

"That's what I mean Barb; the Sheriff said that he was a dangerous man and for me to keep him in my sight." 

"Wait just a damn minute here Billy," Marcia stood up and grabbed the officer's arm. "You let the man who assaulted our friend run loose and keep a watch on the man who saved her?"

"Just doin' what I'm told to ma'am."

"That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. I can guarantee that Ken is not going anywhere. All of his stuff is back at the lodge, and he has to ride back with me. If you aren't going to do anything useful young man, sit down."

The nurse was laughing at the officer's discomfort as she led Ken around the corner and down the hall to a treatment room. 

"Poor Billy, he is loyal to a fault, but not the sharpest tack in the box. Just step in here Mr. Jacobs and we'll see how bad that arm is. Can you take your shirt off?"

"No, I can't lift my arm, so I'm afraid that you are going to have to cut the shirt off. Good thing it's just a cheap T-shirt."

"I can do that," Nurse Barb said as she reached into her pocket and extracted a pair of scissors. She pulled the shirt out of the waist band of Ken's jeans on his left side and started cutting up and on into the sleeve. 

"Whooee, someone has been working out. My old boyfriend was into body building and he only got this kind of definition when he was preparing for a show. I'll bet your girlfriend likes it a lot. Do you lift weights Mr. Jacobs?" Barb asked as she finished cutting the shirt and pulled it off to hang from the belt on the right side. 

"No to both miss. No weights and no girlfriend. All I do is swim and do exercises in the morning. Selena cooks up an excellent diet, and then there is hard work all day. I have a lot of flab to lose."

"Have you looked in a mirror lately? I don't see any flab at all..."

The door suddenly slammed open and hit the nurse in the back, knocking her to the floor. 

"There you are asshole!" Cried Donny Drake as he stepped into the room waving a scalpel, "I got a score to settle with you. You, nursie, just stay over there, I'll get to you later. Right now I'm going to cut hero boy here till he cries like a little girl."

Ken grabbed the first thing to hand, a steel bedpan, and spun around with it at arms length. He struck Drake in the temple again, on the same side as before. This time Drake got more that a concussion as his already weakened skull crushed under the impact and the force drove him to the floor behind the door. 




Kenny Ch. 06-07



Ken dropped the bedpan and held up his arm to look at the scalpel hanging out of it. "Damn, that hurts. I should have crippled the bastard the first time, then I wouldn't have had to deal with him again. Could you help me with this nurse?"

Barb scrambled to her feet and ran over to Ken. "Yes I can, and the man who saved my life can call me Barb, especially when he asks me out. Now hold still while I take this nasty little thing out of you."

As she was pulling the blade out of his arm, there was a loud crash and some screams from the area of the waiting room. 

"Just wrap a bandage around it, I need to see what is going on, and you need to call the police for some reinforcements."

Barb slapped a big band aid on the bleeding cut as Ken stepped toward the door. He was almost there when a man holding a pistol stepped into it.

"Hey bro, you about done in here? Hey...!"

Ken didn't even pause; he ran at the man and brought his right arm up. He shoved his forearm under the man's chin and pushed as hard as he could. There was a loud crash as the man stumbled backwards. Ken kept his arm pressing against the man's throat until they smacked into the wall on the far side of the hallway. Ken held him against the wall, till he noticed that the gunman was still. He backed up and the man collapsed to the floor. Ken looked around and there was no one else in the hall. He turned back to Barb, "Are you all right."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks again. I heard the gun go off, but I couldn't tell where he shot. Something funny there."

Barb came over to the men and picked up the automatic. She popped the magazine out, looked at it and laughed. "I'll be damned, this thing is filled with blanks."

"Well, you keep it, and after you call for help use it to hit him with if he tries to get up. I need to see what is happening in the waiting room."

Ken looked around to see if there was anything more useful than a gun filled with blanks or a bedpan and spied the IV stand on the corner of the bed. The top looked somewhat like a spear head with the hooks for IV bags, and it was made out of steel. The push of one button freed it from the corner of the bed and Ken had a decent weapon. 

Trotting down the hall Ken got to the corner and stopped. He peered around and saw a man with a long barreled revolver standing in front of the sliding doors watching the far side of the room where two men were going from person to person taking wallets and purses. Officer Billy was lying on the floor with a pool of blood spreading away from him. Ken decided that he needed that revolver; it was obviously not loaded with blanks. 

He stepped back, hefted his impromptu spear testing the balance, and then he took two steps, stopped and threw the spear as hard as he could at the gunman. 

The wobbly flight of the IV stand ended just below the heart on the left side of the gunman and he crumpled like a rag doll. Ken had taken off running as soon as he threw the spear, so when the man fell Ken was right there taking the gun out of his hand.  

The other two men looked over to see what the commotion was. What they saw was Ken, his torn shirt hanging from his waist exposing a well muscled chest, wearing worn denims and brown work boots rising up from their friend with the gun in his hand pointing it at them.

"You two need to move away from these folks and go stand in the corner. I'm getting tired and pissed, and shooting you is looking more and more attractive the longer you wait; NOW MOVE!"

The men held their hands up and slowly moved over to the corner. The whole time their attention was on the man on the floor, curled up trying to catch his breath.

"Marcia, Connie, are you two all right?"

"Ken, they shot the policeman and one of them took his gun and went down the hall. He may still be down there."

"That's okay Connie, I already took care of him and Donny. That prick won't bother you again. Do you mean that that gun the other guy had belonged to Officer Billy?" Ken absorbed the idea that the police officer guarding the hospital had his gun loaded with blanks. 

"Yes, it was his. What do you mean you took care of him?"

"Barb is watching him in the hallway. Marcia, please take this gun and keep control here while I go get the other guy. Barb can come and help Billy then." Ken handed Marcia the pistol, "Now promise me that you won't shoot them unless they do something stupid, okay Marcia?"

"You take all the fun out of it Ken."

Ken stepped back to the man he had thrown the spear at and dragged him over to join his friends. He then headed back down the hall to where Barb was standing over the last thug. 

"Were you able to get anyone on the way here Barb?"

"Yes Ken, the police are on the way. I told the people in the main hospital to wait until the police got here before they tried to come in."

"Good show Barb, you are smart as well as beautiful. Officer Billy has been shot and could use some help. Go ahead and see what you can do for him and I'll bring this fool over to join the others."

Barb took off down the hall to see to the policeman.

Ken pulled the still dazed man to his feet, and just then a black head poked around the door at the other end of the hall. 

"What's going on in there? Is it safe now?"

Ken looked over at the speaker, "Yes it is safe now, but a police officer has been shot. Are you a doctor?"

"Yes I am, but what happened to Dr. Khan, he was working back here?"

"I don't know; but you might have someone look for him." 

He came on into the hall and a couple of other men followed him.

Ken pushed the last thug down the hall and left him with his friends.

The black doctor was already working on Billy and Barb was helping him.

"Would one of you please get a gurney? We need to get this man to an operating room."

One of the men in the waiting room took off to find a gurney and the other man who had accompanied the doctor from the other part of the hospital came around the corner. 

"Doctor Gross, I found Sadat, he and nurse Billings were in exam room 1, Sadat Khan is unconscious and he has an injection site on his neck. There was an empty syringe beside him, but I have no idea what or how much was injected. Nurse Billings had been hit in the head, but she will be okay. There is also a dead man in exam room 3; head trauma. Looks like someone hit him with a baseball bat."

"Thank you Joseph. Here, help us get this man on the gurney. You there without a shirt, give us a hand."

Ken leaned down and grabbed Billy's pants leg. He lifted when the others did, and the officer was set upon the gurney with ease. The black doctor and another man sped off with the injured officer. 

"Why didn't you use both arms?" The last man who lifted asked. Ken rotated to show the huge bruise across the top of his left arm. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I got hit with a tire iron earlier tonight, that's why I am here in the first place."

"Whew, that's gotta hurt. Who hit you?" 

"That would be the dead guy in room 3" Ken said. "And it was a steel bedpan, not a bat."

The man just shook his head, then took off after the others. Barb looked over and said, "Okay Mr. Jacobs, let's get that arm taken care of. While we are doing that you can tell me where we are going on our first date."

Marcia still had her attention on the crooks in the corner, but she saw the fire light off behind Connie's eyes at the words from the blonde nurse. Consuela wasted no time following the two on their way out of the waiting room. 

"We'll try to find an empty room Ken..."

Barb was cut off then as with sirens wailing the police finally arrived.



Kenny Ch. 08-09



Chapter 8

Barb looked back and saw that they were out of sight of the doors.

"Let's go ahead and get you taken care of Mr. Jacobs. It will take them quite a while to get the shit back there cleared up. By the time they get to looking for us we may be done. X-ray is down this way."

Barb then noticed that she and Ken were not alone. "Pardon me miss, may I help you?"

"I'm staying with Ken; every time I let him get away from me bad shit happens."

Barb looked over at Ken with raised eyebrows, "I thought you said that you didn't have a girlfriend?"

"I don't, Connie is a friend and co-worker at the lodge."

Connie was behind him looking at the nurse with a serious expression slowly shaking her head back and forth. 

"Oookaayy." Barb turned and led the way to the X-ray room.

Back in the waiting room things were more than a little tense. 

Three police officers were standing in the doorway pointing their guns at Marcia. Into this setting strode the Public Safety Director for the city of Carmel-by-the-sea; Elizabeth Turrington. 

"Marcia Friedman, what the hell are you doing?"

"Hello Beth, I wondered if you would show up. I'm keeping control of these hoodlums; they broke in here and shot one of your people. I'm not going to put this gun down until they are restrained so you had best get your people over there."

"What about the man on the floor? He doesn't look like he would be much of a threat."

"He's the one who shot Officer Billy, Beth."

Chief Turrington waved two officers over to secure the men under discussion. "Now would you like to tell me what is going on?"

"Don't say anything else Mrs. Friedman, and where is Mr. Jacobs?" The lawyer from Marta's firm had arrived. He was a tall reedy type with glasses dressed flawlessly in a pinstripe grey suit with a bright blue tie and carrying a briefcase. 

"Hello Wilbur, I am glad to see you. Ken is getting his arm x-rayed. Are you aware of what happened out at the lodge?"

"Yes ma'am, I am. My brother Wilbur is out there keeping Mrs. Horne out of trouble. Walter Neilson at your service Ma'am."

"My apologies Walter. Are you and Wilbur twins?"

"Yes ma'am, don't worry about it; happens all the time. Now I need to talk to you for a minute in private before you answer any more questions from the police. I'm sure you understand Chief."

"Yes, I do. If Marcia will just hand me that gun you two can step outside and talk for a minute. I've got a bunch of people in here who can tell me the events of the last few minutes."

"Be sure you ask those crooks what they have to do with Donny Drake, Beth. While they were robbing us they said something about taking off to Mexico with him."

"Thanks Marcia, I will."

Marcia handed the gun to Beth, "This belongs to the man on the ground, he used it to shoot your officer." Marcia then led Walter outside and off to a private little alcove.

Inside The hospital Beth started her questioning of the suspects; she pulled one of the men off to the side and spoke to one of her officers. "Hey John, see if you can get someone to look after that guy on the floor, he doesn't look too good right now." Turning to the man she held, "You, on the other hand, don't seem to have any problems other than participation in the commission of a felony. You want to tell me what this is all about and what connection you have with Donny Drake?"

"I'm Eddie Cullen, Donny and David Drake are guys I hang out with sometimes. David is Donny's brother; he's in the red shirt over there. If I tell you what I know, can you do anything for me?"

"That depends on what you tell me. I can guarantee that if you talk to me it will go easier on you than it will on the others."

"Okay, I'll give it a try. Here's what happened. We were down at the Ranch Club drinking and this dark skinned Mexican gal comes in. Donny said that she wasn't getting away from him tonight; he was going to get some from the half-breed. He tried dancing with her and she told him off; so then he stopped every one else from going over to ask her to dance. When she saw what he was doing she just packed up and left. Donny told us to hang loose and then he followed her out.

"The next thing we know is about an hour or so later Donny calls Jerry and says that he had to knock out a doctor, and he'll pay us good if we can get him out of the ER. He said that there was a cop in the waiting room; we'd have to take care of him. We piled into Jerry's car and came over here. As soon as we walked in Jerry pulled a gun and shot the cop.

"I swear I had no idea that he was going to do something like that. Donny has a lot of money and he pays good, but I would never have signed on for something like that. Anyway, David took the cop's gun and headed down the hall to find his brother. We started taking wallets and purses from the folks in the waiting room for something to do. The next thing we hear a crash from down the hall, then a few minutes later Jerry falls and there is this fucking barbarian standing over him holding Jerry's gun telling us to go stand in the corner. 

"We do what he says and then he gives the gun to this woman and tells her only to shoot us if we fuck up. Conan took off with a nurse and the babe Donny was after, then you came in. Is that good enough to help? That's all I know."

"Yeah Eddie, I'll do what I can for you. Now go outside with this officer and wait for us in the car while I check what you said with the others."

Outside Walter was being brought up to date by Marcia.

"Okay Mrs. Friedman, I don't see where you are going to have any problems from this. You haven't done anything anyone would have a problem with or try to sue you for. Mr. Jacobs, on the other hand, is in serious need of assistance. The altercation out at the lodge shouldn't cause much trouble because he stopped as soon as the assailant was no longer a threat. His actions here seem to be more in the line of a vigilante than pure self protection though. The legal ramifications of that can be quite extensive. I need to get together with him and be present whenever he talks to the authorities. You do realize ma'am that this is going to take time and money to do. Defending Mr. Jacobs is not your or Mrs. Horne's responsibility."

"I don't like the sound of that Walter. Ken has saved our lives and tonight I am sure that he saved at least Consuela's and probably several more. There is no way that Marta or I are going to drop him on a public defender. You and the whole law firm if necessary are going to keep our employee from suffering for his actions in our defense, do I make myself clear, Walter?"

"Completely Mrs. Friedman, and I am pleased that you have. I was hoping you would say that, but I had to give you the option. Now, do you think that you could distract Mrs. Turrington while I locate and brief Mr. Jacobs?"

"Yes, Walter, I think I can. Please call me Marcia, Walter; I believe that I would like to get to know you a little better. Are you or your brother married?"

"I think I would like that Marcia; and no, neither of us is married. We both were right after college, but the girls were not able to deal with Wilbur and I being so close. They seemed to think that just because we married them that my brother and I should not spend as much time together as we liked to do. It is hard to explain Marcia, but Wilbur is a part of me, I can no more take actions without considering how they will affect him than I could walk over hot coals without considering what it could do to my feet. Finding women who would see that and be able to deal with it is hardly easy. We have been going to twin conventions to try to find a matched pair."

"Ooh, that's kinky. Is Wilbur giving the same line to my sister?"

"He will probably try, but Wilbur is constrained by the fact that Mrs. Horne owns the firm we work for. Hitting on the boss is frowned upon. I however, have no such problem."

"We'll talk more about this later Walter; right now let's get back inside before we have more problems. You remember what I said though; Ken means a lot to us and we don't want anything bad to happen to him. Take care of him for us please."

Inside the x-ray room tension was mounting. Barb decided to cut it back a bit. "Tell me about yourself Ken. How did you find yourself in this situation and what are your plans for the future?"

Connie was still looking daggers at Barb, but she was interested in the last part of the question as well, so she contented herself with being close to Ken and touching his bare chest and arms as much as she could without looking too forward. 

Ken didn't want to get too personal with someone he had just met, and besides that Connie already knew most of his past, so he was just going to gloss over the facts. "Well I got married while I was in trade school and I had to drop out to support her and the baby on the way. After she left me I was working at the mall as a security guard when Mrs. Horne gave me a job at her lodge. I want to go back to school so I can have a regular job and maybe get my little girl back. Do you want to see her?" He was trying to get to his wallet in his left back pocket with his right arm when Connie took pity on him and pulled it out. 

"Here, this is my little Mallory. Have you seen this Connie?"

"No I haven't Ken. Ooh she is darling. Such a little princess. I assume that is your ex holding her?"

Barb saw the picture as well and she and Connie shared a look behind Ken's back.

"So you got this woman pregnant, married her, and then she left you? What caused that?" Barb asked.

"Actually I didn't get her pregnant; Mallory was born less than seven months after I met Belinda. All she saw me as was a meal ticket. I think her mother convinced her that she could get the same money without having to live with me, so she left."

"That's even worse. What trade were you training for?"

"Mechanic, I have been working on cars most of my life. This job with Marta is pretty good, but there isn't much of a future with it. I would like to have my own garage at some point in the future."

"What about your love life? Do you intend to get married again?" Connie's expression got a little more intense at this question. 

"Oh, I don't know. I suppose if I meet someone I would be willing to try again. It would be nice to have a few more kids too. At least the sisters taught me that Belinda was wrong about me."

By this time the x-rays were done and the three were just sitting waiting for them to develop. As Barb pulled them out she said, "I can't wait to hear about this. Just what did these sisters teach you?"

Ken was getting into a full blush when Walter Neilson found them.

"There you are Mr. Jacobs and you as well Miss Gomez. Pardon me miss," he addressed Barb, "but I need to talk to my clients in private. Are you done with them for now?"

"Yes, you can just stay here if you would like. I need to take these x-rays to a doctor to read them and make some decisions as to treatment. I'll be back as soon as I find out."

Barb closed the door behind her and left. 

Walter listened to Ken and Consuela recount to him everything that happened that evening and he only had a couple of comments. "Criminy, you killed him with a bedpan, that is justice squared man." And the other comment was, "A spear, you made a spear out of an IV pole? Well at least you didn't MacGyver it up with a scalpel or something. And Mr. Jacobs was correct Miss Gomez, you did nothing wrong to bring this situation about, but you should never have been going to these places alone. Please tell me that you will not do that again."

"I promise Mr. Neilson, besides; Ken offered to take me next time."

"All right, that would be best; now neither of you is going to talk about any of this without me being present. If need be, and it shouldn't, I will get someone else to represent you Miss Gomez. I will need to concentrate on helping Mr. Jacobs here. We'll let them question you and Mrs. Friedman first, as your stories are pretty close and you were mostly victims, you did very little on your own. The main advice I have for all of you is to tell the truth, that doesn't mean tell all of the truth, just what they ask about. Answer their questions, but don't volunteer any information. If you are asked why you did something, wait for me to interject, your motives are none of their business, just your actions, I'll make them restate the question."

There was a knock on the door then and when told to enter Barb stepped in. "Good news Ken, your arm is not broken. There is extensive and deep bruising, and a few cracks, but no breaks. You will need to wear a sling for a couple of weeks and then do some physical therapy, but that is all. I told the doc about the scalpel you had stuck into your arm, and he made out a prescription for some antibiotics just in case. You will need to come back in next Friday so I...he can check on your progress. Why don't you take me to dinner afterwards? There is a nice restaurant on fisherman's wharf and I am willing to go dutch."

Ken was flustered at this. He had no idea what to do in this situation. Connie, on the other hand, got a very calculating look in her eye. "How about this Barb, I will be accompanying Ken here, and he promised to take me dancing later that night; so let me join you two for dinner, and you can join us dancing? How about that?"

A surprised Barb answered, "Why not? Sounds good to me; it's a date."

Ken was bewildered, and Walter was laughing. 

*

Chapter 9

"SHE DID WHAT!!?? Roared Ken.

"Relax Ken, it's all under control. The man Walter hired called social services and the police. Belinda is in custody and Mallory is waiting for you to come and get her. I made reservations for us and the limo will be here in an hour. Please calm down, everything is being done that can be." Marta was stalking back and forth the whole time she was talking. Her agitation was evident by the wringing of her hands and her quick steps.

This was Monday morning and Ken had been relaxing by the pool with Marcia, after doing what exercises he could with his arm in a sling. Then Marta had come out from answering a phone call. The call had been from Walter Neilson. He had told Marta that the investigator watching Ken's ex-wife had informed him that Belinda had gotten drunk Saturday night and left the baby in a biker bar under the supposed care of one of the waitresses. It had taken all day Sunday, but the judge had ruled that the father could come and get the child until a full custody hearing could be done. Belinda and her father were both in jail for two separate counts of drunk and disorderly. Her mother was out of town visiting a sister, so she was not available either. 

All of this was happening after the longest weekend of Ken's life. The interrogation after the break in attempt was bad, but this time he had descended another three levels into hell. The Carmel police had not been too bad; the events at the lodge were pretty straightforward and easy to explain away. The hospital though, had been under the jurisdiction of the Seaside police. They had been another 30 minutes in responding after the Carmel police, and they had treated Ken as a homicidal maniac. Without Walter staying with him and filtering the rage he was developing, Ken would have lost it and probably spent a lot of time in jail trying to get things sorted out. Watching Marcia and Walter tiptoeing around each other and feeling out the beginning of a relationship helped though; and it kept Ken from examining his own romantic troubles too deeply. 

Sunday night he had finally been allowed to go home and get some sleep. Ken was kissed and thanked fondly by each woman at the lodge. He had even been allowed to give Stefan a hug goodnight, a new first in his relationship with Connie. 

The limo ride to Frisco and the flight to Boise were tense. Ken was flip-flopping between being excited about seeing Mallory again and enraged that Belinda would take such a chance with the child's safety. Marta and Ken spent much of the time talking about what changes would have to be made to adapt to having a little girl living with them. Marta wanted to move Ken into one of the larger cabins, but he would have nothing to do with it. 

"Look Marta, we need to talk about a few things. This isn't the way I was going to do it, but what the hell. I am deeply thankful for everything you have done for me, but the job at the lodge is not what I want to be doing when Mallory goes to school. All of the heavy work is done now and maintaining what I have done will not take as much time or effort. There is no way you need to keep paying me as much as you have been. It is not fair to you, and that is how the job was presented to me in the first place. I want to go back to school now and finish up my certificate. I can keep the place up while I'm at school, but after that you can hire someone about to retire or maybe a disabled vet to do the maintenance. Once I have my certificate, I will need to work as a mechanic for a while to get the other certs I need. I was thinking that maybe you and Marcia would be willing to be partners with me in a garage. I've really come to love you both and I think Mallory will too. I don't want to drop out of your life, just change how I am in it is all."

"Are you going to take Connie with you when you leave Ken?"

"That is the other problem I have Marta. What am I going to do about Consuela? I know that she is thankful to me for saving her from that asshole, but that is not a good basis for a relationship. I found that out with Belinda. She needs to find a man worthy of her."

'Damn,' Marta thought, 'I thought that we had gotten him beyond this. How do I make him see that he is good enough for Connie, and may be the perfect man for her?'

"And yet you are taking her and the nurse out to dinner and dancing Friday night. Do you think that the nurse is more your speed, are you hoping that she will push Connie away from you?"

"I'm not sure what happened there Marta. I don't remember asking either one of them out, but somehow we have a date. I'm supposed to take them dancing and I don't know how to dance. Hell, I've never even been into a club."

"Well I'm not sure how the nurse happened to get into the picture, but Marcia said that you told Connie that you would take her to the clubs if she still wanted to go."

"I meant that I would go along as a chaperone, to keep her out of trouble. And barb said something about when I saved her the second time I no longer needed to ask to take her out. I suppose that is a good thing, because I never would have asked her. As soon as she gets over being grateful she'll leave."

"Well, I don't know this Barb, but I know Connie very well. I helped Selena raise her and I think I have a pretty good idea of what makes her tick. Now would you say that she needs a man who would be kind and gentle with her?"

"Definitely, but he would have to be able to be firm with her as well. Not physically or anything, but I have seen her go off on a tangent a time or two and her mother or you had to reel her in."

"That's right; she would need a firm hand now and then. Do you think that the man for her should be able to support her and her child?"

"Of course he should, he should also give her more children to love as she loves Stefan."

"Very good. Do you think that he should be willing and able to protect her?"

"That goes without saying Marta; she is a precious package and needs to be kept safe."

"And how about physical love? Do you think that he should be able to provide her with pleasure? Wouldn't it be good to hear her scream in ecstasy?"

"Well, yeah." Ken said, almost in a whisper. 

"And lastly, do you think that the man for her should love Stefan as much as you do?"

"Now wait a minute here Marta, I see where you are going and you are wrong. Once she has time to wake up Connie will not want anything to do with me."




Kenny Ch. 08-09



"And can you say the same about yourself Ken? Can you say that you would be happy watching as she makes mistakes, finding men that won't treat her as well as you would? Are you going to be able to watch other men kiss her the way you want to? Can you watch as another man plays with Stefan? Are you willing to save her from another bad mistake when you wouldn't have to if she were dating you?

"I have been watching her Ken, and Connie has finally realized that you are the man she wants and needs. All you have to do now is to realize it yourself.

"Marcia and I did not have a chance to respond to what you said to us Friday night. We were shocked, but once we had time to think about it, we understood. We were treating you badly. You had every right to be upset, but you didn't react with anger as most men would, you were gentle and explained your feelings to us. Most men would have left in a huff, but you didn't. You were very considerate of us and of our feelings; you Ken, are the kind of man that I would want for Connie. If you look at yourself honestly, you would see that as well."

The clunk of the wheels locking into place for landing interrupted the conversation. Ken was silent during landing and the hassle of *deplaning.

There was a man holding a picture waiting for them at the main concourse. 

"Hello folks, are you Mrs. Horne and Mr. Jacobs?"

"Yes we are. I assume that you are the man Walter Neilson hired."

"Yes ma'am, Wilbur sent me the picture and told me to watch for a big guy with his arm in a sling. I am George Munson at your service. Do you have any checked baggage?"

"No, we don't expect to stay here any longer than necessary so we didn't bring more than we could carry on board. Where is the little girl now?"

"She is with a foster family right now. I checked them out and she is in good hands, I rejected the first choice of social services; too many older kids in the house. You haven't been granted full custody yet Mr. Jacobs, but I told the judge about the run-around that your ex-wife has been giving you and he agreed that you could take over care of the child until a hearing can be held. After that stunt your ex pulled I don't expect there to be much trouble. The only person in the house who could be judged responsible is the grandmother, and she could only be granted custody if you didn't want it and Belinda moved out. You will have to come back here and bring Mallory for the hearing, but it won't be for at least 3 months. Belinda doesn't get out until then, this was her 3rd time D&D this year." 

They were walking out into the parking lot while Munson was talking. "Here is my car, we can go pick up the girl as soon as you sign in at the police station. You are booked on the next flight back to San Francisco tomorrow, and I have two rooms for you at the Ramada Inn. I hope that is okay."

"That will be fine George. Ken and I thank you for all you have done for us. I know that I am going to like having a little girl living with us. She and Stefan should get along well together."

They drove to the police station where Ken and Marta both had to prove who they were. The officer asked about the sling, but Ken put him off, saying something about trees at the lodge. The supervisor then looked at the paperwork. "I see here that you have been making all of your child support payments, and when your income increased you bumped the payments as well. Very good young man, most guys in your situation would try to skip by with as little as possible. Your increase in payments is probably what contributed to your ex-wife's situation as well. The last couple of months she has been getting blitzed a lot more often, I guess she thought the extra money was for her use. I know this judge, and he will declare her incompetent for negligently endangering the safety of the child. Here is the address where your daughter is; I'll call and tell them to expect you. Good luck young man."

Ken couldn't sit still the entire trip to the house. It was located in an older suburb of Boise and had seen better days, but the split-level house had been well maintained. An older man with graying hair surrounding a bald spot opened the door. Beyond him could be seen a woman with the same graying hair and a little blond girl sitting on a sofa. The woman was reading to the girl.

"Good evening sir, I am Ken Jacobs and I am here to pick up my daughter." 

As soon as Ken started speaking the girl lifted her head up and looked at the people in the doorway. She immediately jumped to the floor and ran across the room yelling "DAAADDY, DAAADDY." She ran right to Ken and grabbed him around his legs. She was spouting loads of gibberish, but about every third word was Daddy. 

"Well I guess that answers that question; doesn't it mother? I'd say that there is no doubt as to this man's identity. We're going to miss this little dear, it has been a while since we took care of one so small, but she is a darling. Take good care of her please."

Ken had reached down and with his one arm he brought Mallory up to his level and hugged her tightly. "Oh my sweetie, I missed you so much. I don't ever want to let you go again." He turned and addressed the man, "You can count on that sir, and I want to thank you and your wife for watching my little one for me."

Back at the ranch; the three ladies left behind were sitting at the kitchen table with coffee.

"Consuela," Selena looked at her daughter, "Marcia has told me that you tricked Ken into taking you and another woman out this Friday. Would you like to tell me about it?"

"Oh mama, I am so confused. It was bad enough when I got out of the car and saw Ken standing there over that man, he was amazing. But at the hospital, oh my god, what a show." She turned to Marcia, "Were you able to see what he did?"

"No, I was being groped by a young hoodlum at the time. By the time the punk let me go it was all over. When I looked up Ken was standing over the guy with the gun in his hand. He looked like Doc Savage or Sgt. Rock with his shirt ripped off showing all those muscles on his tanned body. If your panties didn't get wet with that sight then, you are dead. He could have had any woman in the place had he but asked."

"Wet isn't the word, swamp is more like it. Like you I was grabbed by one of the goons, and he said that Donny was going to take me to Mexico with him. I was terrified and watching the man with the gun. Suddenly this long silver rod comes hurtling out of the hallway and Ken is running right behind it. The rod hits the gunman and he drops the gun and just folds in on himself. Ken is there immediately and picks up the gun. He had fire in his eyes when he looked at those men, and then he looked at me. The way his gaze changed from pure anger to affection and caring love is what made me wet. I thought that I was going to slowly dissolve into a puddle of goo. Then Barb came over and acted like he was going to go out with her, and I saw red. I was just about to get loud and angry, when I looked over at Marcia and remembered what happened the last time I had jumped at Ken. My anger cooled and I decided to take it easy and see what was going on before I got into trouble again."

"Very good daughter, I am proud of you. So what of my original question and what do you have in mind for the future?"

"Well, when I told him and Marcia about how the situation with Donny had come about, he was upset that I had been going out to the clubs alone. He said that he would go with me if I still wanted to go. I know that he meant as a guardian, but I chose to misinterpret him. I want him to hold me and dance with me. I want him to be mine and to show everyone what a marvelous man I have. I want him to show me just what the sisters have taught him about lovemaking. I want to have his children."

"Of course you do daughter, he has saved you from death and horror more than once now; the question is, will you still feel that way later?"

"I really think I will. He has been so kind to me and everyone here for so long I know that it is not an act like I thought at first. I realized that night when he looked at me that I had come to love him, and I wanted him to look at me a lot."

"Well what about this other woman? How does she fit into this?"

"Ken was still acting as if I were some fairy queen on a throne or something. I thought that when he saw that two women would be willing to fight for his attention, he might realize that he was worth having. I know that I am taking a chance that he will like her more than he does me, but I have two sister's on my side who know him better than anyone does. You will help me won't you Marcia?"

"Of course I will dear. Marta and I don't want to lose either of you. Now that I know you mean it I would be glad to help. The first thing I am going to be able to do I'm sure is to teach him to dance. He once confessed to me that he had never been to a dance. He was already getting rejected enough at school; he didn't need to add to that. You will have to sacrifice some time as well, he will need to practice what Marta and I teach him."

"Thank you Marcia; and about the other teaching you and your sister have been doing..."

"Hush dear; that is all over. Ken was talking to us about that when you got here Friday night. He was feeling uncomfortable about it and wanted to stop. The poor dear was correct of course, we were treating him like a gigolo. We didn't mean to, but we were. It is just as well too, I think Marta and I are going to be busy with the Neilson twins for a while. Don't worry though dear, Ken learned his lessons well, and you will be very happy if we can convince him to show you."



Kenny Ch. 10-11



Chapter 10

There was a seat for Mallory on the plane, but it was used for the bag of clothes they had bought for her. Mallory spent the whole flight on either Ken's lap or on Marta's. The little blonde had adopted "annie Matta" with whole hearted love.

The night before Mallory had slept on daddy's chest and when he had to leave the room for any reason she whimpered like a little puppy. Ken was almost as bad, whenever Mallory was not in his lap he was looking at her, making sure she was alright. 

The limo that met them at the airport had two child car seats in it. No one wanted to wait for them to get to the lodge and instead they had all met them at the disembarkation point. Mallory was hugged and praised for being such a little beauty. She soaked it up as her proper due. 

Ken also came for his share of attention. Selena, Marcia, and Consuela all hugged and kissed him with ever increasing levels of intimacy. By the time Connie stepped back Ken was hard as a rock and blushing furiously. 

"Remember that Friday night," Connie whispered as she stepped back. 

On the ride home the conversation concentrated on what changes to make to accommodate Mallory. The biggest one was going to be moving Ken into one of the bigger cabins. Mallory was big enough that she didn't need a crib, but a child's bed with a barrier would be needed. 

The subject of the conversation in the meantime had made friends with Stefan. The two were sitting in the car seats touching hands and jabbering away. 

Ken was in a quandary. The talk in the air with Marta had left his mind with all the to-do associated with Mallory. Now he was forced to confront the issue. Every time he looked at Connie she would lick her lips and smile. This interaction did not go unnoticed by the older ladies in the car; Marcia had all she could do to keep from laughing out loud at the cornered animal look in Ken's eyes.

Her laughter disappeared when the limo pulled into the drive at the lodge and there was a strange car parked in front of the house. When the limo stopped the doors on the Caddy CTS opened and the Neilson brothers got out. 

Walter wasted no time and as soon as Marcia exited the limo he was right there lifting her hand to kiss. Wilbur did the same thing to Marta. Both women were a bit flustered at the attention. 

Ken and Selena pulled the kids out of the restraints of the child seats. Ken grabbed the bag from the trunk of the limo, "I'm going to put Mal's stuff in the cabin ladies and we'll be back after I change her clothes." Ken turned and headed toward cabin 6. 

"Hold up Ken, not that one." Marcia yelled, and then she pointed to the first of the larger cabins, #7. "We moved your stuff over there while you were gone. I think you'll find a few more surprises as well to welcome Mallory to her new home."

Ken smiled and threw the strap of the bag over his shoulder. He then took his daughter's hand and slowly led her over to their new home.

The larger cabins had a better floor plan for a family. In the small cabins it was like a motel room. The bathroom was in the far corner with only a shower stall, sink, and toilet. Next to the bathroom was an efficiency kitchen with an under counter fridge, a sink, and a two burner stove top. The rest of the room was a bed with a small table, two chairs, a recliner, and there was a TV hanging from the wall. 

The larger cabins had a full bath with shower in the tub, and a separate bedroom. The rest of the cabin was kitchen and living room combination. It had a full sized refrigerator and a stove with an oven. In cabin 7 Ken saw that the couch normally along the front wall had been replaced with a pink covered brass day-bed. 

Mallory loved her bed and bounced up and down on it several times while daddy was removing his arm from the sling and getting a clean outfit out of the bag. Ken's arm was still painful to use, but a two year old girl was not going to be cleaned and changed with one arm. 

When they got back to the house everyone was seated out by the pool and Selena was serving chips and salsa. There was a carpeted and fenced play area for Stefan with several toys in it. Mallory joined Stefan in it and the two sat and jabbered at each other as they played.

"Thank you ladies for the work you did. The bed is great and should last her for years." 

Wilbur stood up then from his seat beside Marta, "I'm glad to see you back safe and sound and with your lovely little girl. There have been a few developments since you have been gone. The DA for the Seaside court wanted to charge you with assault with a deadly weapon for throwing that IV stand at Jerry Fenault. He said that you used excessive force and had no reason to attack the man. You knew that the police were on the way and you should have waited for them to handle it."

Marcia jumped up at this, "That fucking idiot. If Ken had waited for the police it would have been a hostage situation and we know how well the fucking moron police handle those. There would probably have been two or three people killed then. Ken saved us all and there is no way we are going to let him be punished for it."

Walter stood up and took Marcia in his arms, "Take it easy babe, we already shut him down. You saw the headlines in the San Jose Mercury News, right?" When she nodded he continued, "Well the DA hadn't, and when we showed it to him he about shit a brick. I told him that he would be crucified for trying to punish a hero. All he had seen was the glory of prosecuting someone he saw as a brutal barbarian. As soon as he saw how Ken was treated by the press he changed his tune. There will be nothing filed against Ken by the Seaside DA."

"What was in the paper?" asked Marta.

Connie ran into the house and brought out three copies of the San Jose Sunday paper. 

"TWICE A HERO Young man from Carmel saves people twice in one night. Hurt while saving his girlfriend from a rapist, Ken Jacobs then saved the crowd in the waiting room of the Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula from gun wielding thieves with his damaged left arm held at his side."

The story went on to describe the action at the hospital in some detail. When Ken read about the scalpel in his arm he knew that Barb had been talking to someone. As far as he could tell everything was factual, but he would much rather that it had not appeared in the paper. 

Wilbur spoke up then, "I understand that the story has been picked up by the national media and pretty soon everyone in the country will know your name Ken."

"Wonderful. At least I am the only one highlighted. They call Connie my girlfriend; but luckily for her she is not named. I can't see anything good coming from this."

"Don't be so sure son," Walter said. "The judge in Boise will be apprised of this and that is bound to make your case for full custody of Mallory better." Walter then sat back down next to Marcia and took her hand in his. 

"The TV station in San Jose has been in touch with us and would like an interview with every one of you. I told them that a family emergency had taken some of you out of town, but they will call back soon and you need to know what you want us to tell them."

"I am not comfortable with the idea of doing a TV interview. I didn't do anything special, just what had to be done. Anyone else placed in that position would have done the same thing." Ken said.

"I beg to differ son," Wilbur said. "There is no one else I know that would have done what you did. As your lawyer Walter was allowed to sit in with the interviews done at the hospital. The nurse you helped was especially convincing. She said that with both assailants you had reacted and taken care of the situation before she had even realized her danger. That girl has some hero worship going for you right now. Don't denigrate yourself Ken, you are a hero. I think we can set up something where you don't have to be seen, but I think you should do the interview. If you don't they are going to speculate and blow everything out of proportion and make it much worse. Right now the only pics they have of you are a very bad driver's license photo and a blurry shot of you being led into the police station for your interrogation. I think an interview is your only chance to get it all to die down."

"If you say so Wilbur, but I don't like it."

The discussion was made to retire for a while. Stefan was crying. Mallory had a toy he wanted and was beating on him with it. Normal two year old play as neither child was used to sharing yet. Selena excused herself and said that dinner would be ready shortly and the Neilson brothers were invited to dine with the family. 

For the past couple of months Connie had been feeding Stefan in her cabin, not wanting to interact with Ken and the sisters. Now suddenly there were two highchairs at the dining room table and everyone was treated to toddler antics with food. Selena had given them a gourmet assortment of finger foods and the game was on. 

The conversation at dinner was spirited. Ken and Marta were asked of their impressions of Boise and the brothers courted the sisters subtly throughout the meal. Ken was kept off balance by being seated next to Connie, and her hand sliding on his thigh felt like lava on ice. 

After dinner it was time to put the children to bed. Ken was sitting in his recliner watching the glory of his daughter sleeping when there was a light knock at his door. He opened it to see Marcia. 

"Marcia, this is a surprise, what can I do for you?"

"May I come in Ken?"

"Oh, sure, please do."

Marcia came in and gave Ken a hug. 

"Uh...ma'am, I thought that we had kind of ended that part of our relationship?"

"We have dear, although I have to admit that I will miss it, but I'm not here for that Ken; I'm here to begin teaching you to dance. You are going out Friday night with two beautiful women and you told me long ago that you had never been dancing. Marta and I are going to give you a chance to learn how before you make a fool of yourself."

"Oh thank you Marcia. I was worried about that. What about Mallory?"

"She's okay, tonight I'll just hum a melody to you to keep you in time. Tomorrow night I'll stay here with her and Marta will work with you at the main house. Now let's move some of this furniture out of the way and let the lessons begin. 

An hour later, the two were moving together smoothly while Marcia hummed "Blue Velvet" with her head on Ken's hard chest. 

"If you didn't have the child as a chaperone Ken I would be sorely temped to seduce you right now. I feel so safe and warm in your arms I could die. In my heart and head I know that you were right to end our relationship, but in my loins I am not so sure. It's a good thing Walter left or I would probably attack him when I leave here. Know that you will always have a place in my heart Ken."

"I miss it as well Marcia; there always seemed to be something new to learn about you and I truly enjoyed making you happy. You know that holding your soft body like this is very exciting. I do love you and Marta; I just need something more."

"Enough regrets dear; that is enough for tonight."

Marcia left and Ken had to take care of his problem the old fashioned way; by hand. 

In the morning Ken was trying to slow his daughter down enough to get cleaned up and dressed when his door was rattled again. 

"Well hello Connie. What can I do for you?"

"Breakfast is ready Ken, and have you given any thought to what you are going to do with Mallory during the day?"

"No, I hadn't thought about that at all. What am I going to do with her Connie?"

"You can leave her with me and momma Ken. We have to watch Stefan anyway, and she will be no bother. You will be able to see her at any time as you work around the lodge."

"Oh, that sounds great Connie. How much will I owe you for that?"

"Ken! I am insulted, you two are family and we don't charge family for help. You can just continue to help us when you can as you have done all along. You didn't ask for us to pay you for fixing our car, and we won't ask for pay for watching your sweetheart. What you can do is follow me into town today. I have to take my car in to get the window fixed; Marta's insurance is going to take care of it and then sue Drake's family for the cost."

"I can do that Connie, and I thank you for what you are doing for us."

The day went pretty smoothly for being the first day of his being a full time daddy. He couldn't seem to spend more than an hour working without looking in on Mallory. Selena and Consuela had long ago worked out a way for both of them to get their work done in such a way that one of them was always with the baby. Adding another child was not that big of a deal.

Ken didn't mind following Connie into town either. Last month he had traded his old Toyota for a much nicer car. A dealer down near Monterey had a black '97 Oldsmobile Bravada (a midsize Chevy Blazer with the Olds badge) that he was having trouble with. The engine kept cutting out and wouldn't get up to speed. Ken was able to trade the ugly but fine running Toyota and 300 bucks for it. When the problem turned out to be a badly tuned engine that clogged the catalytic converter, he was up about three grand in value. The dealer said that his body shop could make the Toyota look as good as it ran and he would make out okay on the deal. The best deal is one where everyone is happy. 

Consuela had not ridden in the upscale SUV yet and besides, Ken needed to buy a car seat for Mallory. 

That night Marcia sat with Mallory while Marta continued Ken's dancing lessons. 

The sisters switched places again Wednesday night and on Thursday Selena was drawn in to teach Ken some salsa.

Friday night finally arrived and a very nervous Ken kissed Mallory good night and helped Connie into his car. He had been surprised earlier to find a sport jacket, shirt, pants, and shoes waiting for him on his bed. 

"Well Connie, do you know where we are going? I am sorry to say that I have never been in a club and don't even know where any of them are."

"Don't worry Ken; I have our itinerary all planned for us. Our first stop is to pick up Barbara. Her apartment building is just a few blocks from our first club of the night."

"We are going to more than one club? Why?"

"Because each club plays different music Ken. It is much more fun to dance in a variety of styles and in different crowds. Some places will have live bands as well and those are always fun to watch."

"How do you know where Barb lives Connie? I was going to ignore her since I didn't know how to get in touch with her. She makes me a little uncomfortable too."

"Of course she does Ken. I'm not surprised that you didn't get many dates if you always plan ahead like this." At Ken's hurt look Connie took pity, "I'm sorry Ken, I know that this was not your idea. I talked to Barb after the police took you away and we planned this out on the phone this week. You have been too busy to do much planning, so we did it for you. I promise, the next time we go out, you get to be in charge."

"We'll see Connie, but you were right. I have no idea what to do on a date, hell; I married Belinda without ever taking her out."

When they picked up Barb, she was wearing a sleek deep blue sheath dress that complemented Connie's dark red dress. Both women had their hair up and looked fabulous.

The evening was a lot of fun, and had a couple of surprises in store for Ken. At one club he was tapped on the shoulder, "May I cut in please?" 

Ken turned and saw Walter Neilson with Marcia. 

"Well of course you may Walter, after all, that means that I get to dance with your lovely partner. Enjoy your self sir; I'm sure that I will."

Walter laughed and took Connie into his arms as Ken did the same with Marcia. 

The next surprise in order was at the last club they visited that night. 

The girls had both gone to the restroom when Ken heard a voice behind him ask, "Are you Ken Jacobs?"

When Ken turned he saw a young man about his own age. "Yes I am, may I help you?"

"Hi Ken, you may not remember me, but my name is Bill Kemp. We had a few classes together our senior year. I'm sorry to disturb you, but Donny Drake was my cousin." Ken mentally prepared to defend himself. He was looking for a weapon of some sort when Bill spoke again. "I want to apologize to you on behalf of the whole family. We knew that Donny was going to get into trouble, but we were unable to stop him. Are the ladies with you the ones he assaulted?"

"Yes, yes they are." Ken was thoroughly taken aback, the last thing he had expected was an apology. 

"When they get back I would like to convey my regrets to them if I may." 

"Sure, sure. Here they come now, the one in red is Consuela, and the lady in blue is Barbara."

"Wow, you are one lucky guy to be out with two such beautiful girls."

"Yeah, well it was kind of their idea, not mine."

Barb gave Ken a steaming hot kiss when he dropped her off later. Connie did the same at her door. She opened the door and Ken followed her in to collect Mallory from Selena. 

"Thank you for watching her for me Selena. Was she any trouble?"

"Not at all Ken. Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Yes I did Selena, a lot more than I expected to."

Walking back to his cabin Ken noticed that there were no lights on in the main house. Either the sisters had gotten home earlier and were already in bed, or they weren't home yet. Since Marta at least would normally have been up for another hour or so, the second option was the most likely.

Saturday morning Ken was feeding Mallory oatmeal for breakfast when his cell went off. 

"Hello?"

"Kenneth Jacobs! What the holy fuck is going on out there, and why do I have to find out about it when Gladys Swenson shoves a copy of USA Today in my face?" 

*

Chapter 11

"Oh, hi mom."

"Don't you 'hi mom' me young man. When were you going to tell me about this? You called me last week and didn't say a goddamn thing about any of this."

"I was going to have to tell you before the TV interview I guess. I didn't want to worry you mom. I was in no danger and I didn't do anything special."

"What the fuck do you mean you were in no danger? They had guns Kenny, and the story said that you had a girlfriend. What about that?"

"Oh mom, one of the guns was loaded with blanks, and the reporter was exaggerating about the girlfriend. Connie works at the lodge here with me, she is a friend, but not a girlfriend mom."

Just then Mallory made her presence known by crying out for more food. When she was being fed you delayed in the feeding at the peril of your hearing. She required your total attention until she was full, not a little bit here and there, your total attention and nothing less. 

"Ken, what was that, do you have a damn child there?"

"Yes mom, I went to Boise and..." Suddenly Ken realized that he had never told his mother about Mallory. He had meant to when she was born, but he was so uncertain about Belinda that the time had never seemed right. She didn't even know about the divorce or exactly why he had gotten married.

"Uhh mom, it's kind of a long story, but Marta and I went to Boise last week after all of the hassle and picked up my daughter from Belinda."

"Your daughter? I'm a fuckin' grandmother? And why was Belinda in Boise? What happened to her? What in hell else haven't you been telling me Ken?"

"Well..."

"Wait damn a minute; the paper said that you were injured. How the shit are you taking care of a baby when you are injured?"

"It's just my left arm mom; and everyone here at the lodge helps out."

"Never effin' mind; you make plans to pick me up. I'm coming out there and see my granddaughter. I should have come out long ago and met Belinda. I'm not waiting for you to visit any longer. I'm coming out on the first goddamn plane I can get on."




Kenny Ch. 10-11



"Yes mom. Let me know the flight when you can. I'll be there."

"And you bring my granddaughter with you. You hear me young man, I don't want to wait one pus bedamned minute longer than I have to to see her."

"Yes mom, she'll be with me."

"Why in hell is she yelling?"

This whole last part of the conversation was done over the protestations of Mallory who didn't think that Ken was feeding her fast enough. He was trying to feed her with his damaged left arm while holding the phone with his right. He had some movement of his arm by now, but he couldn't get it up to his ear yet.

"Your phone call interrupted me feeding her mom."

"Well fuckin' a get back to it!"

"Yes mom."

Ken quickly finished feeding the boisterous child and hurried over to the main house to get his own breakfast and to tell everyone the news.

"Your mother? Your mother is coming here?" Connie asked. "How much does she know about your life here?"

"Uhm, I kind of glossed over some things a bit."

"How much does she know about you and Belinda then?" Marta questioned.

"Uhm, I told her that we got married, but not until the marriage was almost over. She didn't know that Belinda was pregnant or about Mallory or anything like that. She knows that I got a better job than the mall guard, and that Marcia was my old teacher, but not too much about the other parts of my life."

"Ken, why have you hidden so much from your mother; don't you think that she has a right to know what is going on in your life?" Marcia expressed her opinion.

"I didn't want to worry her and maybe make her come out here or try to get me to move there. She and dad don't need that kind of trouble; they are trying to retire and take it easy. I probably wouldn't have told her about Belinda at all if the insurance company hadn't sent something to our old address and it got forwarded to mom. I told her that it was a marriage of convenience and would probably be over soon. I think I already saw the writing on the wall by then."

Ken was being whipsawed by all three women. They had surrounded him and were asking questions in order around the circle. The only saving grace was that Selena was busy in the kitchen. Now it was Connie's turn again.

"So when is she going to be here?"

Ken's phone rang and he looked at the caller ID, "Rosemary Jacobs". "I guess that I am about to find out Connie. Hi mom, what do you have for me?"

"Kenneth Jacobs, you cut the bullshit young man. I will be at San Francisco at 11:30 PM tonight on Southwestern flight 870. You be damn sure to be there with my granddaughter, and anyone else you think maybe I should meet. Your father has some meetings he has to attend so I will be alone, but if you think that you are going to hide your daughter from him for long, you had better think again. When I told him what you had done he switched between being proud of you for protecting people, and pissed that he has missed so much of being a grampa."

"I'm sorry mom. I'll be there, with whoever wants to go. You'll understand when you hear the whole story, so please calm down till then. Okay?"

"We'll see Ken, we'll fuckin' well see."

Cell phones don't give you that satisfying 'click' when you hang up that the old dial sets did. They just become silent and display 'call ended'. 

"Anyone want to meet my mom at the airport with me tonight? She insists that I bring Mallory, any takers?"

"I was going to suggest that you take Barb out tonight Ken. She would like some alone time with you." Connie said, "I guess that is out of the question, so I'll go with you if you'd like me to."

"What do you mean, some alone time?"

"Don't worry about it; we'll talk on the way to the airport. Now tell us about your mother and what kind of trouble we can expect."

"What makes you think that you can expect trouble?"

"Think about it Ken. You have been hiding your life from your mother; of course there will be trouble. Our concern is whether or not she is likely to extend the blame to us." Marta explained.

"You never met her, Marcia. Dad did most of the school stuff by the time I was in high school. She is 5'2" and about 200 lbs. Rolly-polly would be a good description, with short brown hair tending to grey. Mom is intelligent and not willing to suffer fools lightly. Mom's temper is legend and fiery as well. I felt it often as a teenager. I know that I'll get a piece of her mind, and I deserve it. She offends a lot of people with her language, but there is no malice in it, it's just her way. I'll leave out trying to describe her much more, there is just no way to do it, you'll understand after she gets here." 

Mallory fell asleep almost as soon as they left the lodge on the way to Frisco. "Do you want to tell me what you meant now Connie? Why do you think that I should go out with Barb? I thought that you wanted to date me?"

"I do want to Ken. What I don't want is for you to be pushed into anything. You need to date Barb and a few other women before you settle on one. I would hope that I could be that one, but you need to know it with all your heart. Not just pick me because I am there. You are not the boy from school who couldn't get a date any more Ken."

"I wouldn't call it settling Connie. I like you a lot and I would be honored if you would be willing to date me. I don't expect any more than that. And you are wrong about me; I'm still the same guy I was, I just don't weigh as much."

"No Ken, there is a lot more to you than when you first started at the lodge. You have more self confidence in your appearance and bearing. If you show up at one of the clubs by yourself, you would be able to dance with any single woman and maybe take one home with you."

"Do you really think so Connie? I don't feel any different. Besides, I'm not sure that I would want to have a woman who would go home with me."

"Hahaha. Don't be so sure Ken, Barb would have been willing to go with you the same night she met you. Now she is even more willing; I told her about the lessons the sisters gave you."

"Connie! You shouldn't have said anything about that. Marta and Marcia don't deserve to be treated that way."

"How sweet Ken; but they are the ones who told me to tell Barb. She is anxious to see how well you learned your lessons, as am I."

"What!?"

"SHSHS, you'll wake up the baby. It has been a long time since I have had a man treat me like a woman Ken, and I hope that you will want to sometime soon."

"Well, it probably won't be while mom is here. I'm going to have enough to live down as it is. You'll probably change your mind by then anyway. I really don't deserve anyone as lovely as you."

"Wake up Ken, a man deserves whatever a woman wants to give him, and Barb and I want to give you everything."

Ken didn't have any answer to that statement, and they were at the airport anyway. 

Mallory didn't even wake up when she was moved from the car seat to the stroller. Ken and Connie didn't speak while they stood waiting at the greeting area. Ken didn't know what to say and Connie was a little embarrassed by her last statement. She was afraid that she may have scared Ken off. 

When Rose finally walked down the ramp they were both relieved, until she strolled up and slapped Ken. 

"That is from your father Ken. I'll reserve my greetings until we are alone asshole." Rose looked him up and down, "What the fuck have you been doing boy? You look better than your dad at his best." Then she looked down and her face broke out in a glorious smile, "Is this her, is this little darling my granddaughter? What is her name?"

"Mallory Evelyn Jacobs mom. She is 26 months old and perfect." 

Rose looked up at Connie and inquired, "And who is this lovely bit of fluff? Is she the one described as your girlfriend?"

"This is Consuela Gomez mom, Connie works at the lodge with me. The paper got it a little wrong mom, we aren't together." The women exchanged a very meaningful look. Connie was a bit taken aback by Rose and wasn't sure what to say.

"Why not boy, did the 'roids take away your balls? This little dolly would brighten any man's lap. Grab your dad's duffle over there son and let's get the fuck out of here."

Rose took over control of the stroller and when Ken told her where he was parked she headed off with the confidence of a seasoned traveler. Connie held back and bit and spoke to Ken.

"Uhh Ken, your mother is a bit..."

"Coarse? Crude? Yes she is. Dad spent 25 years in the Army and mom is the one who swears like a trooper. I spent my childhood attempting to disappear into the background. I understand that grampa was a stevedore and simply could not talk without cursing. Mom idolized him. She was driving a taxi around Ft. Knox when dad met her and thought that she was cute. I love her dearly, but every time there was a school function I spent two weeks apologizing for her. The base commander at Ft. Leonard Wood was a stuck up Mormon and ordered her to stay away from the school and even made the MP's accompany her when she shopped at the BX or commissary. She is actually holding it down right now; when mom gets going she can peel paint from a bulkhead and make a Drill Instructor blush. I would have warned you, but there is just no adequate way to do it; you wouldn't have believed me."

"HELP! HELP! THIEF! STOP HIM, HE TOOK MY PURSE!"

Ken and Connie looked up at the commotion to see a slender black boy running toward them with a white purse in his hand. Rose kicked a trash can at him, making him dodge it and run closer to Ken and Connie. Ken dropped the duffle and using his whole right arm swung at the thief, hitting him like a clothesline across the upper chest. The kid's legs went out from under him and he slammed onto the concrete flat on his back, knocking the wind out of him. 

"Here, get mom and Mallory to the car and hurry." Ken reached into his pocket and threw the car keys at Connie. He then picked up the purse and shoved it into his sling and grabbed the duffle again. He ran to the woman who had been yelling and gave her the purse. He then ran to the Bravada where Connie was stuffing the walker into the back of the SUV and Rose was trying to belt Mallory into her car seat.

Ken took the keys from Connie and quickly opened the driver's door and got in. "Hurry up folks; I have no intention of spending the next few hours answering questions. Good move mom, you made him get close enough for me to take him out. I can't believe that these idiots won't even let me pick up my mother at the airport without causing trouble." He gunned the vehicle and drove right past the purse snatcher, who was still attempting to get his breath.



Kenny Ch. 12-13



Chapter 12

"This is Robin Flowers on KTVA channel 7 and tonight we have with us Kenneth Jacobs, the hero at the hospital last week and with him are two young ladies; Consuela Gomez and Barbara Hicks. These are two of the people Kenneth saved from gunmen in the emergency room. First off Ken, I understand that you were injured. Are you not healed yet?"

Ken looked down at the sling on his left arm and grinned. "Not completely Robin, I should be able to get rid of this after I see the doctor tomorrow. Barb here is going to help me with some physical therapy then."

Robin turned to Barb. She asked her and Connie about what had happened and what they had each been feeling, how scared they were and what they thought of Ken's actions. 

"What do think would have happened if Ken hadn't been there Barb?"

"Well, it would probably have turned into a hostage situation when the police showed up. The police don't have a very good record when it comes to hostages Robin. I'm sure that Ken saved two or more people from injury or death. I know that he saved the man who was shot. Five or ten minutes later and he would have bled out. Ken got the doctor to him just in time."

"But he killed a man too Barb, don't you think that is wrong?"

"Sure, it's too bad that he died, but it was his own fault; not Ken's. I was in the exam room with Ken, I was about to look at his arm, when Drake came in and knocked me to the floor. I heard what he was saying and I saw the scalpel in his hand. He was going to hurt Ken as much as he could and then go after me. I was just realizing that I was in big trouble when Ken spun around and Drake fell. Ken only hit him once, and there is no way he expected to kill the man with a bedpan. It was an accident. If Ken had grabbed the knife and stabbed Drake in the chest, then that would have been murder, but in this case it was just an accidental death."

Robin turned to Connie then and asked, "Would you agree with this Consuela? Was Ken just acting in everyone's best interest?"

"Why are you treating him this way Ms. Flowers? You act like he was trying to get famous or something. Drake followed me home and then called his friends to the hospital; Ken did nothing without just cause."

"What about when he saved you the first time a couple of months ago? Did he need to hurt those men as badly as he did?"

"There were three men who intended to rape my employers and me and my mother. He stopped them and once they were down he didn't do anything else."

"Two concussions and a broken jaw is not just stopping those men Consuela."

"One against three, what else would you have him do Ms. Flowers? They had ropes and gags to use on us. They even had a key to the house. Ken couldn't take any chances."

"Then what about this, Ms. Gomez?" A screen lit up behind Robin Flowers showing a parking lot at night. "A friend at the San Francisco airport sent me this yesterday. A young man was complaining about being attacked Saturday. When airport security looked at the tape this is what they saw." The scene on the screen went into motion and showed a slim man wearing a hoody running away from a woman with a white purse in his hand. The woman was gesturing but not attempting to follow the man. A chubby woman pushing a baby stroller appeared into the scene on the left and suddenly she kicked a trash can into the path of the purse-napper. The man skipped sideways then tried to run past a man and woman who were following the chubby woman. Suddenly the crook was on the ground and the walking man was picking up the purse. He then trotted over to the woman it was stolen from and moved away. The whole scene only lasted 30 seconds and left the audience silent.

"Do you deny that you were there and that Ken Jacobs hit that young man? Let's see that in slow motion." Robin turned to the screen again and the portion of the video where Ken stepped in and leveled the running crook. He was seen to drop the duffle bag he was carrying and step to the side as he swung his arm at the runner.

Ken stood up then, he had been largely ignored and had decided that enough was enough. "What do you expect me do Ms. Flowers? You there, the cameraman; would you have stood by and let the crook escape? The damn fool is just lucky he didn't try to go after my mom, she would have crippled him. Mom grew up on the docks and you don't want to mess with her."

The cameraman looked at Robin Flowers first, then he answered, "No, I probably would have had to do something; but there is no way I would have been able to clothesline the man the way you did."

"Maybe not, but you would have done something. Come on girls, I think this interview is over." 

Robin Flowers jumped up, "Wait a minute, we're not done yet."

"Yes we are, c'mon Connie. Barb, how would you like to meet my mother and daughter?"

Ken took Connie's arm and the three headed out of the studio. 

"If you leave you won't have any control over what we say about you, you'll be yesterday's news."

"Why thank you Ms. Flowers; that's the best thing you could have said to me. As far as having no control, you have done everything but call me a publicity seeking thug with me sitting beside you, how will us walking out make any difference?"

Barb giggled and looked up at Ken, "Your mom sounds like fun, let's go."

And just like that, Ken's moment of fame was over. The station never ran the aborted interview, and interest in Ken dropped when the hotel heiress forgot to wear her panties to an opening (pun intended).

Barb and Rosemary got along together very well, but the emergency room nurse was surprisingly uncomfortable with Mallory. Ken would have thought that a nurse would be good with kids. 

Connie and she were alone for a moment and Connie asked, "What gives with you and Mallory Barb?"

"I don't know Connie; I can't seem to connect with her. I usually don't have any trouble with kids, as your little guy shows." Stefan had crawled all over Barb when she sat down on the couch. "Maybe it's because I see how Ken looks at her and I know that I could never compete. You I can fight, but he loves that little girl completely."

"Oh Barbara; it's not a competition hon. You're not trying to take away his love from Mallory, or even from Rose. What you need to do is to add yourself as someone for him to love. Mallory has captured a large chunk of his heart, but there is plenty left for the rest of us. If you try to insinuate yourself between him and Mallory, you will lose. Ken could never replace Stefan with me, but he sure could stand beside him." Connie was looking at Ken on his knees with Mallory building something with blocks. 

Later Ken and Rose were sitting in his cabin watching Mallory sleep. The TV was on for background, but neither of them had any idea what was on it. 

"So fess up son, why haven't you told me anything the last couple of years? Have I been that piss poor a mother that you had to hide from me?"

"Its not that mom, I was just so ashamed. I know that I have never lived up to your and dad's expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint you any further. When Belinda turned out to be such a witch and I knew that Mallory wasn't really mine, I didn't want to get your hopes up and then smash them down."

"Yep, a piss poor mom. How could you think that your father and I were ever anything but damn proud of you? We were worried that you didn't date, but we were always proud of you son. I had a long talk with those sisters who adopted you." Ken started blushing, "Yes, they told me about that too. I'm glad that they took an interest in your education; I sure couldn't have done that for you. My biggest question for you is what made you think that your father and I were fuckin' idiots?"

Ken looked at his mother with a shocked expression. 

"We lived out here for 6 years and we damn well know a lot of people and have kept in touch with some of them. We have known since that bitch conned you into marrying her just what has been going on. Your father has kept me from interfering like I wanted to, but when the fucking skank ditched you like she did I just about shit a brick. It took a while to locate her in Idaho so my temper cooled down or I was going to have that slut's guts for garters. When the private detective called the police on her he saved her too. The waitress she left my granddaughter with is a friend of mine and was keeping me up to date on Belinda's activities. Belinda didn't know that Shanna was totally trustworthy; hell the fucking bitch didn't even know her. If the damned courts try to give Mallory back to the bitch they are going to have to find her first. The biker gang that frequents that bar would make her disappear if I asked them to. 

"You have been working your ass off trying to do the right thing and I have been bleeding for you son. Now that you have things going good again I guess that I can relax. The thing you need to know you dumb shit, is that I have a reach that can jam a boot up your ass if you don't take care of that little girl. I know that you aren't her cum donor, but she has your name and I can see how much you love her."

"I'm amazed mom. I guess inside I knew better than to try and hide anything from you. I'm glad that you didn't step in when you could have, 'cause then I would never have gotten this chance with Marta and Marcia." 

"I know son, and you wouldn't have met Connie either. When are you going to show her some lovin'? You know she wants it, her pussy drools whenever you are in the room, and I know you can recognize that smell now."

"Mom! I'm sure you're wrong about that. Connie is thankful to me for saving her from rape is all. As soon as she comes to her senses she'll be out looking for someone again."

"Bullshit buddy boy. She may have been thinking thank you at first, but when you showed up at the hospital with that fucking spear looking like Schwarzenegger in his prime her panties flooded and the little slit started thinking about more kids."

"Well if that's the case, why is she pushing me off on Barb?"

"Damned if I know, but I will be talking to her about it. If I had to guess, I'd say that she knows that miss hot pants nursie just wants a roll in the hay and will probably drop you afterwards. Then she can roll your sad dick into her cooze and comfort you. Hell, I drove your dad to three different fucking whores before he asked me out. Once he sampled the free shit he never went back."

"Gee thanks mom. I really needed to know that. I always thought that you intimidated him into marrying you."

"Are you shitting me boy? Look at me, I have never been a beauty queen and I was always glad to get whatever I could. Your dad is a big stud and he ain't threatened by me in any way. He is in control in our marriage and has always been, and I sure as hell like it that way. He doesn't say much, but when he does I fuckin' listen. Now get your ass to bed, we'll talk more tomorrow."

Rose was sleeping on the recliner in Ken's cabin. She was comfortable there and had been sleeping in one at home as well. Sometimes she had trouble breathing when supine and the slight elevation of her head provided by the recliner helped. Ken had volunteered his bed, but she had refused. One plus was that this way Mallory could crawl up on "gamma Ros" in the morning to wake her up. Rose was in heaven.

Rose did have the conversation with Connie and warned her that her plans may not work out as she hoped. "If all else fails girl, show up at his door naked and drippin' cunt cream; he's not likely to turn that down. Whatever you do, don't get into a knock down cat fight with miss nursie, Ken won't give a shit about either of you then. I'm amazed at how much violence he has been forced into lately. At most schools he would have to demonstrate at least once that he wasn't to be fucked with. Usually he would pick the biggest bully and beat the shit out of him. It rarely took more than one or two punches before they learned to leave him the fuck alone. He looks damned good now, but the little shit has always been strong. He takes after his dad and my dad that way."

Rose had one final indignity to bestow before she left for home on Friday. Mallory had her first appointment with the pediatrician Thursday. It was the same man who took care of Stefan, and Marta trusted him. Rose gave him a little incentive though, she described just what would happen to him if her granddaughter came to harm because of him. He knew without a doubt that when she was done he would be able to wear his testicles as earrings. 

Ken finally left his mother at the airport and he and Mallory returned home. He had a date with Barb tonight. Dinner and a movie was what he had planned. Connie was going to baby-sit. 

Ken was unsure about the wisdom of dating Barb at all; he just felt that it had no future. What the hell though, he would have the chance to spend some time with a lovely woman. There was no down side to that.

Everything was going as planned. Ken picked Barb up at her apartment and drove them to dinner. As they were having an after dinner drink, Barb wine and Ken 7up, Ken asked her what type of movies she liked.

"To hell with a movie Ken. What I want you to do next is to take me home and fuck my brains out. I've had enough foreplay for five dates and I want the real thing. Think you are up for that?"

*

Chapter 13

"Thank you kind sir," Barb whispered into Ken's chest. 

"Thank me? I think you have things reversed, I should be thanking you."

The two naked lovers were sitting on Barb's couch taking a break. She was curled up on Ken's lap with a blanket wrapped around them. 

"Maybe I should be thanking the sisters instead?"

"Connie told me she let you know about that and I was very upset with her."

"Why Ken? Are you ashamed to be sleeping with older women?"

"What? No way Barb, I'm upset that Connie would risk Marta and Marcia's reputations that way. The last thing I want is for either of them to be hurt. I was a total wreck when they found me; I was close to driving off a cliff or running in front of a truck. My ex had told me that I was a lousy lover, and what with all of her experience, I believed her. The sisters helped me to see that Belinda was the one at fault, not me."

"I didn't mean any disrespect Ken. I really am thankful to them. You are a fantastic lover and I feel great right about now."

"Thank you, but I have to ask; is tonight a one time thing, or are you hoping for more Barb?"

"I would like to see you again Ken, but at the same time I don't see myself as settling down just yet. I'm doing all right here for now, but I want to transfer to a bigger hospital where I can get into a supervisory position. I do like you a lot Ken, and you certainly flipped all my switches, but I think you need someone permanent; like Connie."

"I understand Barb, I expected nothing less. You and everyone else are wrong about Connie though. We don't have anything going."

"Well what did she say about your lovemaking?"

"We haven't had sex Barb."

"Why the hell not? I know Connie wants to, don't you like her?"

"I like her okay, but I'm not good enough for her Barb. I'm not really good enough for you either, but somehow I knew that you weren't serious. I'm afraid that Connie might be."

"Damn right she is serious; that girl needs a good man, and you look to be the best choice for her Ken. Think about it; everyone can see that you two are right for each other, and sometimes the majority can be correct. You and she should try to forge a relationship, you would do well together.

"That's enough about her, do you think you are up to another time Ken? I don't think that Connie is going to let me have another chance at you and I would like to get all I can while I can."

"That depends Barb; can I taste your sweet essence for a bit first?"

"You want to lick me again? I am certainly not going to turn that down cowboy."

Ken stood up and carried the fully aroused Barbara back to her bed. Later she did not even have enough energy to see him out. She kissed him goodbye from her bed. "If things don't work out with Connie, I will be around for a few months yet Ken, and I meant what I said about seeing you again."

"Goodbye Barb...you're going to call Connie as soon as I am gone, aren't you?"

"If you don't leave quickly, it will be while you are still here."

"I get the hint, 'bye."

He and Connie had already decided that unless he got home very early, he would leave Mallory to sleep with Stefan until the morning rather than wake her. 

Ken entered his cabin and prepared for bed. He was almost asleep when he heard a knock at his door. He opened it to see a totally nude Consuela on his stoop. He stood there with his jaw heading toward the ground staring at the dark skinned Latin whose beauty was fully revealed to him for the first time.

"Are you going to invite me in Ken? Rose suggested this method of getting your attention, and after talking to Barb I decided not to wait any longer."

Ken closed his mouth and then started to get just a little irritated. "Mom suggested this huh? Well did you ever consider just talking to me? I was beginning to think that we might start dating, and then you pushed me off on Barb, so I figured you didn't want me. Now it is 3 am and you show up like this when you have been talking to Barb and you know damn well that I can't do anything about it. Your succubus friend drained me completely. I am sick and tired of everyone trying to run my love life for me so now I am going to take charge. Go back to your own bed Connie, and later today ask your mother if she will baby sit for us tonight. If she is willing to do that, then I will take you out on a proper date and we will talk all evening to see if we are compatible. If it looks like we are, then we can come back here and I will make love to you and make you scream in ecstasy. Is that understood?"

"You don't want me?" Connie asked in a small voice.

"I didn't say that," Ken said. He then leaned forward and lightly kissed Connie on the lips, "I want to do this the right way dear, and this is not it. Now go back to bed and think about what you want from a husband and lover and tonight you can determine whether or not I am it. I am going to get some sleep and I will see you at breakfast. Goodnight Connie."

Ken stepped back and closed the door. Connie stood for a moment, and then grabbed robe she had dropped to the side, put it on, and slowly started to walk back to her own cabin. This was not what she had expected to happen; but she thought that maybe she liked it. She knew that she liked Ken's firm manner much more than she did the meek guy she had known for so long. She had been too nervous to have been "drippin' cunt cream" as Rose had suggested; but now there was a tingle in her loins as she walked home. 

Saturday night they talked all through dinner, and then they went dancing again. This time they didn't share with anyone and spent the time between songs talking some more. Finally it was time to go home. 

Sunday afternoon Connie approached Marta as the older woman was relaxing by the pool. The Neilson twins were visiting again and beginning to be a regular feature. 

"Hello Marta, may I talk to you for a bit?"

"Of course you can Connie; what's on your mind dear?"

"Well first off, you and Marcia seem to be quite taken with Wilbur and Walter. Are you getting serious with them?"

"Yes dear, I think that we are. They are living in an overpriced condo in Pacific Grove right now but we are thinking of turning part of the house into another master suite for Walter and Marcia to use. The problem the boys had when they were married before is that the women tried to keep them apart. They were jealous of the time the brothers spent together and that just didn't work. Walter and Wilbur are extremely close, even for twins, and can't stand to be separated. Marcia and I don't see a problem with that and think that we can all live together and be one happy family. We could build a new place to live, but I really love it here and I don't want to move."




Kenny Ch. 12-13



"That sounds wonderful Marta; do they do like most twins and switch places to try and fool you?"

"Not that I know of, but switching partners is not that much of a stretch Connie. Are you shocked?"

"Titillated maybe, but not shocked. If they didn't dress differently, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart. It actually sounds like fun."

"Fun like I heard from Ken's cabin last night Connie?"

Consuela's face turned a deep red. "Yeah," she said softly, "like that. Momma told me long ago that whatever woman Ken chose would have cause to thank you and your sister; and she was right. Thank you."

"You are quite welcome dear," Marta laughed. "Do you have any plans yet?"

"Yeah, we talked a lot last night before doing other things. Ken told me this morning that when the time was right he would ask me to marry him. He wants to wait until he gets his certificate so that then when he starts to earn enough we can get a house. I hope you understand Marta, we love it here, but we need a place of our own; especially since I plan on at least two more kids."

"Do I get to be a surrogate grandmother?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way Marta. We aren't going far."

"Wilbur and I have been talking, and when Ken has his certificate we want to finance a business with him."

"I'm not sure that he would take you up on that Marta, you know how he is about charity."

"We're not talking charity Connie. We fully expect Ken to be successful and to pay us back with interest. This will be an investment for us, an investment in someone we believe in."

THE END