Storiesonline.net ------- The Ring of Control by Barneyr Copyright© 2012 by Barneyr ------- Description: A young boy finds a ring and two journals hidden in an antique desk. The one journal is written in a language he cannot read; but the other is in Late Middle English. Follow his adventures and misadventures as he becomes a man. Codes: mF cons mc het ESP inc mother son slow ------- ------- Cast of Characters For 'The Ring of Control' In Order of Introduction Benjamin (Ben or Bennie) Martin -- 15, son of Daniel & Helen Hamner and main character of Hamner -- story is 5'7", 125, Daniel Martin Hamner Junior -- 42, father of Ben, Belinda and Britney, husband of Helen Helen Elizabeth Hamner -- 33, wife of Daniel and mother of Ben, Belinda and Britney is 5'6", 115, 36-24-37 Belinda Marie Hamner (Bea) -- 13, daughter of Daniel & Helen is 5'4". 105, 26-25-26 Britney Alice Hamner (Brie) -- 11, daughter of Daniel & Helen is 5'1", 95, 24-24-24 Veronica Sheldon -- 19, law clerk in Daniel's firm & his mistress Ms. Gloria Marie Donner -- Vengeful lawyer Helen used for her divorce Patrick Denison -- uncle of Helen Bertha Denison -- aunt of Helen and sister of Helen's mother Billy Hansen -- 14, school friend of Ben – lives 3 miles away & Bea has a crush on James and Marilyn Singer -- Parents of Shelby & neighbor of Hamners Shelby Lynn Singer -- 13 school friend of Bea – doesn't swim Victoria (Vicky) Katherine -- 15, sister of Coleen, 5'6", 128, blond, blue, 36B cup, Sterling -- non-virgin, only likes older guys. Clint Walker -- 18, boyfriend of Vicky Mary Lou Simpson -- 12, schoolmate of Bea, 5'3", 110, brunet, hazel, 32B Fred and Martha Heller -- Parents of Cindi & William & neighbor of Hamners William Henry Heller -- 20, son of Fred & Martha away at college Cynthia (Cindi) Lynn Heller -- 13, friend, 5'1", 109, blondish-red & hazel Mike and Marge Swanson -- Parents of Carolyn, Victoria & Mike Junior & neighbor of Hamners Carolyn (Carol) Marie Swanson -- 12, friend, 4'11", 125, chunky, straight hips & waist, blond & brown – 34B bra Victoria Swanson -- 9, sister of Carolyn Michael (Mike) Swanson Junior -- 3, brother of Carolyn Steven Arthur Longstreet -- 38, father of Paul & Katie Michelle Longstreet -- Deceased mother of Katie Katherine (Katie) Beatrice -- 14, friend, 5'0", 105, blond & blue – tangerine boobs – Longstreet aka (Little Bea) -- mom's gone Paul Arthur Longstreet -- 17, brother of Katie Karen Elise Stevens -- Parent of Mary and Ken & neighbor of Hamners Frank Stevens -- Deceased father of Ken & Mary – killed in Iraq Kenneth (Ken) Franklin Stevens -- 16, brother of Mary & friend of Ben, 5'8", 150, Redhead w/green eyes – basketball & baseball Mary Elizabeth Stevens -- 13, friend, 5'3", 115, red & jade green – fiery temper – oranges w/cherry on top James and Deborah Jamison -- Parents of Caitlyn, Brandon and Jennifer & neighbor of Hamners Caitlyn Mosher Jamison -- 14, friend, 5'1", 115, brunet & icy blue – 34B bra Brandon Clay Jamison -- 11, brother of Caitlyn, 4'9", 85, dark brown & ice blue, youngest in group Jennifer Jamison -- 3, sister of Caitlyn & Brandon Kevin and Sally Anderson -- Parents of Bradley & Sarah & neighbor of Hamners Bradley Anderson -- 10, son of Kevin & Sally Sarah Anderson -- 7, daughter of Kevin & Sally Carl and Helga Swenson -- parents of Gary & Lisa & neighbor of Hamners Gary Olaf Swenson -- 17, friend, 5'9, 155, white-blond & drk blue Lisa Swenson -- 5, daughter of Carl & Helga Keith and Kay Malmstrom -- parents of Marsha & neighbor of Hamners Marcia May Malmstrom (3M) -- 13, friend, 4'10, 95, hay colored & lt green – 34C bra Carol Marie Swanson -- 23 – wrong Carol Marie Robert and Sophia Collins -- Parents of Jack, Sara & Vic& neighbor of Hamners John Robert (Jack) Collins -- 14, friend, 5'6", 130, Lt brown & hazel – swimming & baseball Sara Collins -- 10, sister of Jack, 4'10", 98, 24-24-24, lt brn, blue Victor (Vic) Collins -- 7, brother of Jack & Sara Jessica Moorehead -- 52, Helen's boss at the temporary agency Murray Phillips -- 15/16, Son of Helen's Aunt Barbara Pamela Anderson -- 47, Woman who handles the Hamner finances at the First Financial Bank in El Dorado Mr. Woolsey -- Manager of Woolsey Construction in El Dorado Salvador Sanchez -- Office man at S&S Construction Santos Sanchez -- Construction manager of S&S Construction James Earl Jonas -- Name taken by the voice of the ring Samantha Victoria Mason -- New lawyer hired for company Boris Baddenoff -- Bulgarian assassin sent to kill the Hamners Minor Characters or Persons Found James Earl Bailey Junior -- 32, Embezzler, from Dallas, now Jason Babcock David Allan Oslet -- 38, Deadbeat dad Steven Ray O'Dell –-- 47, Fugitive, embezzler Rebecca Lynn Nunez -- 23, Missing person Victoria Grace Mann -- 14, missing person Robert (Bobby) Franklyn Fedders -- 8, Kidnapped son of Franklyn Franklyn Henry Fedders -- 30, Father of Bobby aka Henry Harrison Charles Nelson Bertrum -- 57, Ex-commercial pilot now white slaver transporter Shelly Ann Burgess -- 30, Girlfriend of Henry Harrison (Franklyn Fedders) William Henry Roman -- Miami FBI SAC (Special Agent in Charge) Sam Sterling -- US Deputy Marshal in Miami David H. Pierce -- Homeland Security Chief in Miami Carolyn Fay Oslet -- 37, David's former wife, now married to Stanley James Griffin Stanley J. Griffin -- 39, Carolyn's new husband & good provider Jeffery Oslet -- 6, son of David & Carolyn Jennifer Oslet -- 10, daughter of David & Carolyn Beverly Jane Dumont -- 30, mother of three and wife of Gary Dumont Gary Dumont -- 31, father of Gary Jr. - 5, Janet – 3 & Jessie - 2 Jerome Denton Williams -- 32, suspected embezzler with Beverly Gayle Sherman -- Wife of Hiram Sherman SSgt Hiram Isaac Sherman -- Kidnapped soldier in Iraq from 4th Squad, 3rd Platoon Sgt. Walter Young -- Friend of Hiram from 4th Squad, 3rd Platoon Cpl. Julian DeNardo -- Friend of Hiram from 4th Squad, 3rd Platoon Cpl. Juan Rodriguez -- Friend of Hiram from 4th Squad, 3rd Platoon Lt. Samuel Garrett -- Commander of 3rd platoon, 502nd Infantry Regiment PFC Gerald Bonner -- Friend of Hiram from 3rd Squad, 3rd Platoon & race car driver James Tyson Hurley -- 37, FBI Most Wanted list Sarah Jane Cosby -- 12, Kidnapped by Ray Hanson Ray Hanson -- kidnapper and child porn dealer Steven Hanson -- brother of Ray and mentally a 10 year old Sasha Marie Burke -- kidnapped and sent to Middle East for harem Frederick Stanley Root -- 32, Deadbeat dad w/ 2 children (oil fortune CEO) Patricia Root, nee Findley -- 30, wife of Frederick Robert Gerald Nelson -- 35, deadbeat dad Jose Garcia Gonzalez -- 28, deadbeat dad w/17 children ------- Prologue My name is Ben Hamner and this is the story of how I became a young man of power and wealth. It all really started when I was thirteen. Our family then consisted of my dad, Daniel Hamner Junior; my mom, Helen; my sister Belinda (most times called Bea), aged eleven; my sister Britney (mostly called Brie), aged nine; and myself. My dad was a senior partner in the law firm of Hamner, Hamner, Hamner, Forest and Hart. The three Hamners were my great-grandfather, my grandfather and my father. Dad and Mom had decided to groom me as the next great Hamner lawyer, so I was being presented to society as one of the next generation of bright lawyers for the firm. I worked during the summer of my twelfth year at the law firm as a runner, gopher, and computer wizard. Now, on with my story. ------- Chapter 1 Anyway, during that summer, I noticed that my father and a certain young law clerk, Veronica Sheldon, would leave about one o'clock every Tuesday and Thursday and be gone for about three hours. When Dad returned, he would take me home and then go back to work for another couple of hours. I mentioned this to Mom and said I thought it was a little strange, that it happened every week. Mom said not to worry about it, that she would look into it. A week later my mom asked me to see if I could find out about my dad's financial status. One of the things my dad was grooming me for, was computer information and investigations. You know, hacking into computer systems to see if there was fraud or funny things going on. I seemed to have a real knack for digging into computer systems, and memory storage areas; as well as digging through programs, and finding things on the internet. Using these skills, I started looking for other Daniel Martin Hamner's on the internet. I found eight people by that name across the US, but there were three in our town, and one in a town about forty miles away, in the next county. One was my grandfather, one was at our address, and one was listed at the law firm's address with a private line number not associated with the law firm. The firm's numbers started with 704-61xx. This number was a 674-4616. I could see that Dad was up to no good. Mom asked if I could find out how much Dad was making at the law firm. After some digging, at home and at work, I found that Dad had several places his money went. After some more tracing, I found that Mom got only about thirty percent of Dad's money into their joint account. I dug some more and found that Dad had another three bank accounts in three different banks in town. All were with the same SSN. I also found that the Daniel Hamner in the other county was also my dad. He had a home and fifty acres of woodland there, as well as another bank account. Mom asked me to print out everything I had found, and that she would handle it from there. I said ok, but told her if she needed anything more, just to ask. I would be happy to do anything for her. ------- I think at this point, I should give you some background of our family. Dad met my mom when her family had a lawsuit against a drunk driver. Her dad and mom were messed up pretty bad in an accident, and Dad's firm represented the drunk driver. The drunk was some high-powered CEO, and figured his lawyers would get him out of it just like they had the other four times before. Because Dad was just learning the business at the time, he was sent to the family, with a settlement check for $125,000, to buy them off before going to trial. That is what had happened before, so they thought it would work this time, too. Well, Dad went to their house to deliver the check and met my mom. She was just seventeen at the time, and was very, very beautiful. Dad felt very attracted to her, and decided to work out a better settlement for them. The drunk driver would pay all medical bills associated with the accident, both past and for the next five years, a $125,000 settlement paid out over ten years and a college fund set up for one Helen Sheldon for $75,000. Dad went back to the firm and said that somehow the family had found out about the other four times their client was arrested for drunk driving. If it ever went to court, their client would be going to jail for a very long time. He said that he felt, knowing the circumstances he had made them a good deal. His dad agreed, and they settled. About a month later, Dad went to their house again, and asked if he could date their daughter Helen. Dad was twenty-six at the time, and Helen was only seventeen, but they agreed that it would be ok. Within six months, they were married. Eight months later, I was born ... supposedly, a month early. Then twenty-one months later, Belinda was born and fourteen months after that Britney was born. Mom and Dad agreed that she get her tubes tied, as they didn't want any more children. Shortly after I was born, Daniel senior, my grandfather, gave Mom and Dad our house as an anniversary present. This house is really a mansion on twenty acres of land. The house was built for the man who founded one of the big banks in town about a hundred and forty years ago. It was about 4,000 square feet, on two floors. That was not counting the basement and attic; even though the attic had three finished rooms for servants, plus an area downstairs for the cook and butler. In the basement, there were a storm cellar, a cold storage cellar, an old coal storage room, and the place for the furnace and a/c unit. As a child, I was first raised by nannies; then by my mother, after she graduated from college. She had worked part time at first, so she could use her education. But after Britney started school, she started back to working fulltime. She didn't need the money, but wanted to contribute to the household, and keep active with her career. As a child growing up in the mansion, I had found several secret passageways, and even had discovered secret compartments in some of the furniture. My dad's desk in the den contained seven secret compartments. I told Dad of six of them, but not the last one I found. I also found an ancient roll top desk in the attic, and when I turned twelve, I asked if I could have it in my room for doing homework. In that desk, I found ten secret compartments, over the years. I later learned I had missed two very important compartments. Back to my parent's divorce Mom hired a very good woman lawyer named Gloria Marie Donner that a friend of hers had recommended. She had recently raked a prominent state representative through the coals for infidelity. Mom took everything we had on Dad, and the information about Victoria, and gave it to Ms. Donner. Two weeks later Dad was served with divorce papers asking for a settlement of just over 35 million dollars, plus $5,000 a month in alimony and $9,000 a month in child support for each child. Mom asked for the property in the next county, half of all his cash, stocks and bonds, and our house and property. This added up to just over $35 million in assets. Several things came up about some of the places where Dad had hidden his money from the IRS. He was kind of threatened that if he protested the divorce, or the settlement, that those facts would somehow be leaked to the IRS. Defeated, Dad signed everything over, and essentially disappeared from our life. It seems that Dad had a thing for young women, aged sixteen to twenty-five. After they reached twenty-five he just dropped them, and sought a younger one, again. Mom returned to working and life went on, except I didn't work for the law firm anymore. Dad and Grandfather decided three Hamners were enough. There was a little bit of intrigue going on at the property in the next county. Ms. Donner had the property looked at, closely, and she found that the barn was climate controlled. She was curious as to why. The barn had securely locked doors, and painted over windows with locks on them, too. Entry would require major damage to the locks, so she hired someone to watch the place and if anyone came snooping around, they were to contact the County Sheriff immediately. About a month after the divorce was finalized, some strange activity was reported to be going on there. What the Sheriff found was astounding. In the barn they found eleven vehicles under covers. They found the following: a 1952 Ferrari 250 GT Berlinetta; a 1932 Duesenberg, Model J, convertible sedan; a 1937 Cord 812 supercharged sedan; a 1971 Jaguar XKE V-12 coupe; a 1932 Ford Coupe (Deuce coupe) in original condition; a 1932 Chevrolet closed cab pick-up; a 1953 Chevrolet Corvette roadster; a 1963 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray split window coupe; a 1943 Willis jeep in military colors and military markings; a 1942 Dodge WC-53 Carryall (Like a suburban, but a Dodge) with US Army markings; and a 1941 Plymouth sedan Command Car with military markings. The first eight vehicles had their VIN's run. They were found to have been destroyed due to fire, flood or earthquake. There would be a big insurance investigation into that bit. But the three military vehicles were never registered therefore had to have been transferred directly from the military or stolen from them. Each one's serial numbers were checked and they had all been assigned to an Army base in Texas that had since closed and was now part of someone's ranch. The US Army was investigating that one. So Dad was into more hot water as a result of that little find. They were unsure just how he was involved, but every one of the first eight vehicles had belonged to the clients of Hamner, Hamner, Hamner, Forest and Hart before they were reportedly destroyed. A client of Dad's firm owned the ranch the Army vehicles came from as well. That mess took the better part of a year to straighten out and in the end there were six more men accompanying daddy dearest to the state penitentiary on charges of defrauding the state, the federal government (i.e. the US Army) and several insurance companies. ------- Friday, May 20th, 2011 A couple of years after the divorce, I was working on a homework assignment, when I reached over to open a drawer in my desk for an eraser and the drawer came out. This was one of the two drawers I never could get to come out, to see if there were any secret levers or compartments behind them. I looked and sure enough, there was a small lever in the back of the drawer recess that was sticking up at a 30-degree angle to the left. I couldn't reach it with my fingers so I used my pencil and pushed first left and then right. It moved a little to the right but stuck. When I had found the other secret compartments in this desk, as well as all the others in the house, I had had to use some furniture oil to loosen some of the mechanisms. I had a small squirt can with furniture oil in it for when I polished my desk. I squirted some on the lever and tried again. This time a heard a squeak on the right panel of the desk. I looked closely and saw that the curved panel on the right was away from the top. I squirted some oil along the bottom and sides of the panel and it fell down revealing a space about an inch deep where an old book was lodged. I carefully removed the book and saw that it was a journal of some sort. It was tied together as a binder and had a leather cover. There were no specific year dates, but there were lots of entries; like Aug 25th, Sep 1st, etc. The writing was in ink, but it looked like an old fountain pen or maybe even a quill pen was used, as the lines were quite thick. The language was English, but different, like Old English maybe. The spelling was very weird with an f for an s, letters where there shouldn't be and so on, like afraid was spelled 'affraied' or maybe it was 'as feared' or 'a feared' ... whatever. Eventually, I was able to determine the language was either Chancery Standard, or Early Modern English. I browsed through the journal and then thought 'if there is one compartment, then there should be two.' I looked closely at the drawer, saw how it had been locked in, and opened the opposite drawer. I then lifted and twisted it, and that drawer came out, too. I squirted some oil on the lever and then along the edges of the left panel, and then moved the lever to the right. The left panel came down and revealed a small wooden box and another small book. I opened the book and could not read this one at all. It was in a language I could not read or even understand. The writing looked to be more like runes or pictograms than a language. I then opened the box. Inside, wrapped in cloth, was a ring made of silver with a large black stone. It looked like onyx, but had a somewhat cloudy squiggle in the center. The squiggle looked kind of like a lightning bolt. I polished the ring with the gray cloth, and thought I might try it on. But as I started to put it on my finger, I heard something in my mind saying, 'Not yet, young one.' That scared me, what is this about SOMETHING in my mind, so I wrapped it back in the cloth and put it back in the box. I started to try to read the journal that I could kind of understand. After about ten pages, I realized that this was the diary of someone who had translated the small book. The small book was the instruction manual for, 'The Ring of Power'. It explained that the small book was written in an ancient dialect, similar to Ancient Sumerian. The ring gave the wearer the power to see into the minds of people, and to control them, mentally. It was a kind of telepathic transmitter-receiver. The trick was, that you needed to know the full given name of the person you were trying to control. The rest of the journal was the writer's adventures or misadventures, while he had the ring. There was only one warning. That warning was that once the ring was on, it could only be removed two ways. One was upon death of the wearer. The other was if the wearer were to give it away to a relative, prior to death. Well, that was the best translation I could come up with. I might have been totally wrong, but what did I know? This was really weird. I looked up 'Ancient Sumerian' and that language was from around 3100 to 2500 BC. The language today, is very hard to decipher, partly due to difficulties surrounding the reading and interpretation of early Sumerian writing, and partly because of the lack of sources. But the journal I had must have been written fairly recently, time wise. I suspected that it was translated from some other old language into English, for my copy of the journal. I looked up Old English and found it dated from 350 to 1650 AD. Of the early period, from 350 to 650, it is very rare to find examples of the writing. However, what I'd found, was more modern than that. I guessed that it probably dated somewhere around the late 1390's to the early 1600's. Now I understood the mental warning I had received, when I tried to put the ring on the first time. I decided to sleep on it before I tried to go any further. My big question was, did I really want to be able to control anyone I knew? That night I dreamed about who would I control, if I could. What would I want from them once I controlled them. I could see power and money coming to me, but at what price? Then my fifteen year old sex fiend mind kicked in and I saw a parade of beautiful women and girls stripping just for me, fulfilling all my sexual fantasies. Once, I had been able to trade some comics and other things, like money, for some men's magazines like Playboy and Hustler. I then traded them for some porn mags a friend had. I had to give them back later, but they had fueled my masturbation sessions for several months. Now, what did I really want? Edited by: bachgen, & Max41885 Proofing by prissy_35503 & bigbillh Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' ------- Chapter 2 The next morning was Saturday. As I entered the kitchen, Mom was in her short robe. She was bending over getting some rolls out of the oven, and I could see her long legs all the way up to her panties. SPROING! Instant hard on! My mother was only thirty-three. She was still very young looking and beautiful. All my friends drooled over her when they came over to swim, or play computer games. Mom was about an inch taller than my five foot seven. She was about ten pounds heavier than I was, and was very much 'hour-glass' shaped. She was HOT! Suddenly I knew I was going to use the ring, and why. I wanted my hot mom. But I didn't know my mom's full name! How was I going to find out? Besides, did it really work, or was it just a hoax. I had to find out. Right after breakfast with my family, I rushed upstairs. I put the ring in my hand. Since I knew a name, I wanted to try it. I was set. I mentally thought of Belinda's full name and pictured her in my mind. I said loudly in my mind, 'Belinda Marie Hamner, come to me, immediately. Drop what you are doing, and come to me!' About thirty seconds later Bea came in my room. She was dressed in her nightgown, which was one of our Dad's old tee shirts. It came down to her knees. She said, "Master, what do you wish of me?" She was still wet from her shower and the shirt clung to her new curves. I gaped at her partial nudity. She was beautiful; she was just starting to get boobs. You know ... small bumps on her chest, with pink nipples. I asked her to turn around and saw her perky round ass and perfectly formed legs. I asked her if she knew Mom's middle name and she said she didn't. I then told her to return to her shower and forget coming to me. She answered, "Yes, Master," and left. I was puzzled. Then I thought of when I was helping Mom get the goods on Dad, and started searching for Mom's name on my computer. Sure enough, I got about twelve hits for her name, and looked at each one. On the eleventh one a found her full name on a bank account ... Helen Elizabeth Hamner. I grabbed the ring again and thought her name. Again, I said just with my mind, 'Helen Elizabeth Hamner, come to me as soon as you can. Do not alarm anyone you may be with, just come to me as soon as you are able.' About two minutes later a heard a knock on the door, and then Mom came in my room. She was still in her robe. She stood in front of me and said, "You called for me, Master?" "Yes, Mother, I did. I want you to instruct me in all the ways of love and sex. I want you to be my lover, but I do not want anyone to know, so this must be kept a secret. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master. You want me to teach you all the ways of love and sex and we must keep this a secret from everyone. When do you want me to start?" "Now, I believe. First, take your robe off." Mom slowly, took off her robe. She didn't have a bra on, just panties. Her tits were round and only sagged a very little. She was very, very beautiful. Why Dad had to have someone younger, puzzled me. Her panties were translucent, and I could almost see her light brown pubic hair through the material. I asked her to remove the panties as well. She rolled them down her legs and stood again before me. I stared at the vision before me and rubbed my steel hard cock. I'd had an instant reaction to her, when she had removed her robe. I only got harder as she stripped before me. Mom held out her hand, and escorted me to my bed. Then she lay down and motioned for me to strip as well. I skinned off my shorts and boxers. My rock hard five-inch dick sprang up, to bounce off my belly. I crawled onto the bed, while I just kept staring at my beautiful and sexy mom. She whispered to me to start by kissing her lips. Then roam around her face and neck giving her little kisses everywhere. I was so nervous, but I obeyed. Soon I was just enjoying the kisses. So was she. "Slowly start moving down until you are kissing my breasts, not the nipple yet, not until I tell you," whispered my mother. I started to slowly lick and kiss her all over her upper chest and into the hollow of her throat as I moved down her chest. I could hear her breathing get rougher and faster as I moved down. I circled first one breast and then the other, kissing them with little butterfly kisses, just as she had told me to do. 'WOW! This is wonderful, ' I thought as I came all over her thighs. The funny thing, though, was that my dick was still rock hard. I didn't feel as though I would shoot off any second, though, as I had felt a few moments ago. Mom moaned and started breathing faster and more raggedly. She said in a horse whisper, "Now suck on my nipples, and when they get very hard and long, nip at them, but not real hard." I slid up to her right nipple and started to suck on it, like I did as a baby. Her nipple grew rapidly and stood up about a half inch from the rest of her boob. I sucked soft and then hard, then soft again and her breathing really got fast. She seemed to be gasping for air in big gulps. She almost screamed, "NOW, BABY!" I bit down on her elongated nipple. Mom bucked around on the bed, and then stiffened out, raising her ass clear off the bed. Then she just fell back and appeared to be unconscious. I was a little worried that she was dead, or she had just passed out from pain. I listened to her rough breathing. Her heart was racing so I knew she was still alive. It appeared to be several minutes later that she came back around. I started to profusely apologize for hurting her. "Mommy, I'm so sorry for hurting you so much. I didn't mean to bite so hard..." Mom surprised me by saying, "My GOD, Bennie, I haven't had an orgasm like that, ever! And that was just from someone kissing my tits! WOW! If just kissing my tits gives me that kind of explosive orgasm, then what am I going to feel like, when you put that meat to me? You might just kill me with it, but I think I'll take my chances!" "Mom, I thought I had killed you, or hurt you so bad that you passed out from the pain. I didn't realize that girls could get off by just kissing their boobs. Besides I'm not hard anymore, when I thought I hurt you, it just went away." "Bennie, boy or should I say 'Ben, the new man of the house', don't worry about that! I can fix that rather quickly. You just scoot up a little, and I will move down some, and I can give this manly cock of yours a good washing. I think I will get some more protein for my diet!" Mom took my flaccid dick in her hands, and licked along the sides, and then licked all around the head tasting my dried cum. "What's this? Extra protein, I taste? Did you cum already?" I explained that I came the first time from kissing her boobs, but that I didn't go flaccid until she passed out. Almost immediately, I started to re-harden. She took my whole cock into her mouth then, and started to run her tongue all around it and softly suck on it as well. It took all of about fifteen seconds until I was rock hard again. She continued to suck and lick my cock and gently played with my balls moving them around and then sometimes licking them as well. I could already start to feel that urge to cum, and started to tell her so, when she sucked the whole thing in her mouth and started to hum. After about five seconds of that treatment, I came with a vengeance. I was pouring squirt after squirt down my mother's throat. It seemed as though I would empty my entire balls into her mouth. Mom pulled back, and sucked the last dregs of my sperm into her mouth. She said with a smile as she licked her lips, "Oh, yes! That was delicious! I hope I can get some more, later on, Ben." I told her anytime she wanted. She said, "I think we need to postpone any more teaching until later this evening. It will give me a chance to rest up, and for you to make lots more sperm. I may just go on a 'pure protein' diet, for a while." She picked up her robe and panties and left my room, leaving me to stare after her, and wonder what had just happened. Mom was not acting as Belinda had, or even as she had, earlier, when she first came in. I wondered if having sex with her strengthened the spell, or changed it, or what? I would need to read more of the journal. For now, I just lay back, and rested. I thought of all the things I could do now that I had the power to control people. I wrapped the ring inside the grey cloth, and put it back into the box. I slept for about an hour. I was totally out of it, and had no dreams or anything. I got up, and dressed and started really reading the journal. I found out that the longer the person was with you, the stronger the spell became, and once they had been summoned with the spell you only had to picture them in your mind, and they would answer your call. If you had sex with someone, the spell became stronger still; it had something about your internal juices. I supposed that meant that either sperm or pussy juice. Once it had been ingested or smeared on some part of the body, they became much more attached to you, mentally. In some cases, it became almost telepathic between the two minds. I just thought of Mom in my head, and she answered in my head, 'Yes, Lover, did you need something?' I answered back, 'No, Mom, I just was thinking of you.' 'That's nice, honey. I'm thinking of you, too. Lunch will be ready in about an hour. I love you, Ben.' 'I love you too, Mom.' I read the journal until it was lunchtime. I heard Mom call the girls for lunch ... not her actual voice, the one in my head. This was going to be something! I may have to see about some shielding from her thoughts, if I wanted to get things done. I'd read more after lunch, to see what I could do about that. I put the ring in my pocket, and went downstairs to lunch. I tried out something at lunch, I thought of Britney's name. 'Britney Alice Hamner, ' and I said to her, in my mind, 'do not answer me by voice, only inside your mind.' I could hear Britney thinking, 'How can I do that? I can't talk to anyone without speaking.' 'But I can hear you, Britney.' She jumped about a foot in her chair when I said that in her head. She stared at me and then thought, 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'I just wanted to know if you could hear me, and if I can hear you, when I call you. Now I know we can talk this way. Go back to eating, and forget this happened.' 'Yes, Master.' Mom and Belinda both were startled when Britney jumped, and were asking if she was all right. She said that she had just spilled some juice on herself and it was cold. The rest of lunch proceeded without another incident. After lunch, I read more of the journal and found no mention of any mental shield or anything like that. I thought more about it. I thought that with the love we all had for each other in our family, that we would be closely bonded together, already. Therefore, the bond would be stronger. I opened my mind and listened closely for any thoughts I could hear. I heard Mom on the phone with the gardener about coming early next week, to trim the grass and some of the bushes and trees. I heard Belinda playing a computer game with one of her friends, and that was all. I then thought of Britney again and called in my mind, 'Britney Alice Hamner.' I heard her timid voice answer in my head, 'Yes, Master? What do you wish of me?' 'When it is convenient, please come to your brother's room. Go right in, after knocking.' 'Yes, Master. Is now ok? I'm just playing with my dolls.' 'Yes, now is fine.' A couple minutes later a heard a small knock and then Britney came in the door. I told her to close and lock the door. I didn't want any interruptions, right now. I would need to remember that, the next time Mom and I got together. "Britney, I want you to come to me, and then kiss me on the lips." "Yes, Master." She slowly came to me as I was sitting at my desk. I opened my arms to her and she cuddled into them. Brie closed her eyes and puckered her kips out to be kissed. I held her and kissed her, just as I had kissed my mother, earlier. I kissed her lips, and around her face and neck. By the time I got back to her lips she was swooning. She was limp in my arms, had her eyes closed, and was breathing hard. 'Britney can you hear me?' She spoke, "Of course I can hear you, I'm right here in your arms." 'No, Brie. I'm speaking inside your head. Look at me.' Brie opened her eyes, and stared at my face, as I said again, 'Can you hear me?' She just stared! She couldn't believe I was talking in her head. "I can hear you, but your lips are not moving. How can that be?" I spoke directly to her this time, "I can talk to your mind and you can hear me. Just like now. But this is different. If you were in your room, I could talk to you, and you could hear me while you were there. I want to see if you can talk to me in my head, too. Go back to your room. When I call your name, just think what you want to say to me. You have to think about me, though, ok?" "Okay, Bennie, I'll try to think of you and say something. This is just too weird!" Britney left after unlocking the door. I waited a couple minutes and then called her in my mind. 'Britney, honey, can you hear me?' I heard a very timid and weak voice in my head, 'Bennie, I hear you, but what should I say to you?' 'I can hear you, too, Brie. Say something else.' 'Can you hear me better, now? I'm thinking of your kisses. I really liked them. Can we do that some more?' 'Sure, Sweetheart, sometime later. But you have to keep this a secret from everybody. We can't have everyone know you can talk to your brother without using your voice. They would think you or I was crazy, and put us in a "crazy house." Okay?' 'Can I tell Mommy and Belinda about it?' 'Not just yet. I have to try to talk to them, too, before we tell anyone. Okay, Sweetie?' 'Okay, Bennie. Bennie? I love you. Thank you for thinking of me to try this "brain talking" thing with. Can I play with my dollies some more?' 'Yes, Brie, you can go play dollies again. If you need me, just think about me, and then call me, ok?' 'Okay, Bennie.' 'I love you too, Britney.' Well, it works with my mom and both my sisters. Oops! I forgot to tell Belinda to keep it a secret. 'Belinda, answer me only in my mind. Do not try to talk, or make any sudden movements to startle someone else. You must not tell anyone about us talking in our minds. It must be kept a secret from everyone, right now. Maybe later we can discuss it with Mom and Britney. Do you understand?' 'Ben what is going on? I can hear you but you are not even in the same house with me. In fact, I am over at Shelby's house in the bathroom. Can you see me? You better, not be able to see me, too! Now what is this all about?' 'I will explain it all to you, when you get back home; and no, I cannot see you. That is an interesting thought, though. We will have to try that, later on. Just come see me when you get home, ok?' 'You better never be able to see me. Okay, I'll keep it a secret, for now. But this better not go on for too long before I start telling Mom.' 'That's what I want to talk to you about. I think I can talk to all three of you, but I'm not sure. We'll talk more when you get home. So far, all I can hear is your thoughts, if they are directed to me. I heard that ... I will not go to hell for this. Well, maybe I will, after all.' I started reading again to see if I could get any insight about what to do or not to do with this power. This reading was tough stuff. You had to read maybe five or six sentences to figure out the meaning of what you read. I did an awful lot of digging into the internet and finding old documents dating from the early 1400's to the late 1500's. Some of this stuff was easier to read than others, and some of the later chapters or entries seemed to be more modern in the prose, than the earlier entries. Maybe it was several people, over several years, who wrote the journal. I did notice that the handwriting seemed to change about every thirty to fifty pages. The journal was some four hundred pages long, on what I would consider to be 'onionskin' paper, but it wasn't paper. It felt more like parchment, but thinner. I assumed it was either hemp or flaxen or maybe linen sheets of homemade paper. The edges were rough and every so often there would be a tear or a jumble of the fibers causing a blot to appear in the writing. Also as the journal progressed, so did the quality of the paper. I needed to discuss this journal with Mom as to just how much I should reveal to my sisters. I know I can't reveal the sex stuff. But what about the other stuff? It took me all week to finish reading everything. I would read some, and then go back to another entry and re-read something else, until I understood as much as I could about this power I now had. This took all of two weeks, partly due to my having to study for final exams for my graduation from sophomore to junior and partly due to the difficulty in reading the text. Now it was time to rest from the grueling school regime, and to enjoy life! With no school for the summer, I had a whole thirteen weeks of fun to look forward to! Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 3 Friday, June 3rd, 2011 After reading the last of the journal's entries again, I sat back and tried to digest all the information it contained, and formulate the questions I still had. I did learn that if I held the ring, I could translate the journal better than when it was in the box, but I didn't learn much more than I already knew. I could make the link stronger with either accumulated time of exposure, or by sex with the individual. The link was strongest with family or with lovers, but there seemed to be no set limit as far as distance if the bond was strong enough. There didn't seem to be a way to stop the link from happening, regardless of what the victim wanted. You could override a person's will or morals, (i.e.: what happened with my mom), but I didn't find a shield. If the bond was strong enough, the controlee could contact the controller, but that was unusual. Once sex occurred between the two people, there was a much closer familiarity between the people, not so much a master-slave condition as there was at first contact. But that master-slave situation could be continued, if the one controlled was a stranger or someone just slightly known or the controller made that a condition of the control. This explained why Mom was initially calling me master, but as soon as we were having sex, she mellowed out, and things became more comfortable and normal. I decided it was time to put the ring on. I placed it tentatively on my right ring finger. I got a slight jolt of electricity and then nothing. I slid the ring further on my hand. It seemed to adjust so that it fit perfectly. It was neither too tight, nor too loose. I twisted it, and pulled it back off. I got the same shock as when I had put it on. I then put it back in place on my finger. I decided that I would leave it there. I called Mom to see where she was, so we could discuss what I found out. She said she would be right up, and we could talk privately. Mom knocked on my door and I called, "Enter." We sat at my desk and I showed Mom the ring, the box and the two books. She read some of the journal and then we talked. I told her what I had learned and that I had talked with both of my sisters and that I had told them it had to be kept a secret. She asked me to try blocking, erasing or blanking a memory if I could. I said I didn't know, but that we should try it. I know I remember that I told Belinda to forget about being in my room naked that morning, and Britney hadn't mentioned it when I 'spoke' to her when she was playing dollies later either. So maybe I could. I thought a few minutes and then asked Mom if there was any one memory that she wanted to lose. Something that was so terrible, that she wanted to blank it out and just forget it altogether. She thought a minute, and then spoke softly, "There is one thing Ben. But you should never tell a living soul about this. It is so terrible that even now I sometimes have nightmares about it. When I was twelve, a man molested me and took my virginity. He was my uncle on my mother's side. He raped me when I was visiting their farm. It happened twice. It is one of the reasons I married your father. He was so nice and gentle with me, and he didn't condemn me for being 'impure.' I want you to find that horrible memory and make it go away, please, Ben. If you can do that, we will know it works, and I will be shed of that horrible memory." "Ok, Mom, why don't you go lie down on my bed, here, and get comfortable. Relax and think of something very pleasant and I will see if I can find that memory." Mom went and lay down. I could see she was trying very hard to remember something other than that episode with her uncle. I moved my chair next to the bed, held her hand and started to link up with her mind. I first saw us making love that Saturday morning, she felt content, relaxed and I could feel her relaxing. As long as she could think of that, maybe I could search her mind for that other memory. I really concentrated and I started to see many memories. They looked like happy faces, I found some frowns as well, but I was looking for something much worse. Finally, over in a corner sat a festering boil type of a thing. As I approached it, an ugly Halloween mask of evil reared its head and tried to scare me away. I mentally thought of a scalpel. I grabbed the head and cut it off at the base, down by where the rest of the material seemed soft, pink, and healthy. I then glared at the head. It seemed as though I had heat ray vision as I burned up all of that evil and hate. When I finished, I was exhausted. Finally, I just collapsed in the chair. "Ben? Bennie, are you all right? Oh, my god! What happened?" "I'm all right. I'm just a little tired, and I have a headache. I have a question to ask you, though. What do think about, when you think of your Uncle Patrick?" "Ahh, let's see ... I remember the farm, I remember we stayed a week there one time but all I remember are vague remembrances of the animals and of Uncle Patrick and Aunt Bertha. Why do you ask?" "Do you remember we were talking about seeing if I could erase memories?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well it appears that I can! Yes, I guess I really can make them go away. Now what was this about you wanting a repeat performance of Saturday mornings' little tryst? Are you talking about now, or later in your bedroom?" "You could see that in my mind? Well, I think we should wait until this evening, after the 'children' have gone to bed. I wouldn't want any interruptions to spoil our fun. You know I don't know why, but I have no regrets about that Saturday, and I don't have any qualms about having an incestuous relationship with you. I think you and I are meant to be together. Somehow, we were destined to be lovers. I feel so right when I am with you. For a while I felt that way about your father, but after we found out that I was pregnant with you, things changed. Then, on that day with you, I became a new woman. Thank you, Ben." "You know, Mom, I kinda feel the same way. Today I feel like a man, not a fourteen-year-old boy. It's not just because we had sex, either. I know I'm still a virgin as far as real sex is concerned, but I think that will be gone, tomorrow. No, this is something different. I feel more alive and there is a connection between the two of us. It's not just the link because of the ring, either. I'll bet if I took it off, the connection would still be there. This is something deeper. I love you Helen Elizabeth Hamner." "I love you too, Benjamin Martin Hamner. Now give me a kiss and let's see what we can tell the 'children' lover boy, so they don't go blabbing all our 'family' secrets." We discussed what to tell my sisters. We figured out that we could tell them, that because we are a close family, I can somehow talk in their minds. Some things I would need to make them forget or ignore. Especially things going on at home, like my new relationship with Mom. These were our family's big secrets. I would just implant in their minds that these are something only our family can do, and have them accept it, and never discuss it outside of the family. This past week had been hectic for all of us. It was especially hard on me. I thought about everything that had happened two weeks ago. I definitely wanted more, much more of Mom's loving. Plus I really did start to feel a closer, common connection with my mother, now. It is something I can't really attribute to the forced sex. I call it forced because I asked (or was it that I commanded her?), and in her slave state, she really couldn't say no. But the thing was, she now wanted more. We would talk at the dinner table, and I would set them all up with the right attitude about my 'Gift.' Then I would tell the girls to ignore any romantic or intimate things they would hear or see regarding mother and I. Then we would go about our normal evening activities. At the dinner table, Helen started out by explaining what we, as a family, had to do to keep my ability a secret. "Girls, you know if someone finds out about Ben's gift, to be able to talk to us in our heads, one of two things will happen. If they don't believe us, they will probably just think we are crazy. Then they will start asking too many questions and maybe even put you or Ben away in a mental institution. The other option would be if someone believed you. Then the police or some government spy organization would lock us all up forever, and try to understand how we can do this. Now Ben is going to put a little reminder in our heads. This is so that we will not to talk about this to anyone ... friends, teachers, or anyone. It won't hurt and it needs to be done. Do you have any questions?" Belinda asked, "Are you sure it won't hurt? Can Britney go before me, please? I want to be sure it doesn't hurt." "Bea, Honey, I'll let Ben do me first and you will see that it doesn't hurt at all. Go ahead Ben, do me first." "Ok, Mother. Just think of some nice memory, and I will put the reminder in your head." I entered into my mother's mind and saw us as we were that Saturday morning, with me sucking her tits. It must have been a real nice memory for her. As I was inserting the reminder message in her head and tying it to a question about the ring or my gift, I saw another thought in my mother's head. She was lying on her bed naked and I was between her legs, kissing and licking her wonderful pussy. Thank God I was sitting at the table, as my cock sprang to attention immediately. I could see what my sweet mother had in store for me, this evening! Anyway, I finished up and told her it was done. "See, Belinda? There is nothing to it. It didn't hurt a bit. In fact, I feel fine. You're next. Go ahead, Ben, you can do Belinda next." "Bea, relax, think of something nice, and I'll do the rest." I searched her mind for a place to consolidate all her thoughts about my gift and then inserted the reminder. That was easier this time than when I did it for Mom, and then I thought about Mom and myself. I put in a command that she should ignore all things romantic, concerning her mother and me. Then I left her with a very nice feeling. "Well Belinda, how do you feel?" "I feel dreamy and my head doesn't hurt at all. Thanks, Ben." "Britney you're next, just think happy thoughts." I entered Brie's mind and saw all of us at Disneyworld, having the time of our lives. We hadn't been there yet, but this was something she dreamed about. I inserted the two red flags, one about my gift, and the other about Mom and me. Then I linked with Mom. 'Can you see what I see in Britney's mind? She is dreaming of Disneyworld with the four of us having a great time. Do you think we can manage that this summer?' 'Ben, I don't see what Britney sees, but I can get some of the ideas from your mind. I think that would be a wonderful idea. I will make the arrangements Monday morning, as soon as I get to work.' "All done, now! See, it didn't hurt even a little bit. Also I think Mom will have a surprise for us Monday evening." "Mommy what's the surprise?" chimed in Britney and Belinda in unison. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you all about it, now would it? Ben has been a naughty boy, reading Mommy's mind about surprises. I will have to figure out some appropriate punishment for that." Glancing at the clock, Mom said, "Ok, everyone, time to load the dishwasher. Then you two young ladies need baths or showers before getting ready for bed. After you're clean you can come down for some TV, and some ice cream for dessert. Now hop to it!" We all helped cleaning the table and getting the dishes loaded and then the two girls took off for their baths. Mom said to me, "Come here lover. I need some more kisses." I went to Mom, and held her, and then gave her a long, sexy kiss with lots of tongue and passion. I also rubbed her tits through her blouse and she moaned into my mouth. I could feel her nipples hardening, so I pinched one hard, and she swooned. I had to hold her up as she just went limp on me. She broke the kiss and whispered into my ear. "Ben, what you do to me is a crime. I have never felt this turned on, before. I have to keep changing my panties, due to the wetness that keeps coming from my pussy. I have on my fifth pair today, and you just soaked them through. If this keeps up, I may have to start wearing a pad again." "Well, maybe after we have sex, it might just slow down. Don't feel like you are the only one, I have one of the worst cases of blue balls I've ever had. I have been hard almost all day, too. I had to jack off twice today, just so I could take a leak. We are just like a kid with a new toy! We just can't wait to play with it again. What do you say we retire to your room, lock the door and get rid of some of this frustration? We don't have much time, only about half an hour until the girls come looking for us. It seems to me, someone wanted a tongue bath by a certain 'man of the house'." Giggling, Mom scampered off to her room. I was trailing behind, looking at her magnificent ass as she ran. I found Mom already naked and on her bed, spread eagled and pulling on her nipples as I entered her bedroom. Her clothes were everywhere; her bra was even hanging from the ceiling fan. I stripped slowly to a bump and grind song in my head, teasing her mercilessly. Once naked I jumped on the bed landing between her thighs. I was unsure of myself, but pressed on. I licked my tongue from just below her slit to just past the top of it. Mom shivered, and pulled a pillow to her face and moaned loudly into it. Her lower lips were parted, so I ran my tongue inside of her, and just slathered her insides. Her legs slammed into my head and she screamed as her whole body stiffened and her ass rose off the bed. I was being squeezed to death by her thighs and then just as suddenly, she was limp. I pulled the pillow off her face so she could breathe better. Then I moved her so we were in the classic '69' position. I rolled on top of her and started kissing her thighs and mound. She came to, and saw my hard dick in her face leaking pre-cum. and practically swallowed my cock. Almost as soon as my dick was in her throat I came, shooting what felt like buckets of cum, down her throat. Mom was swallowing as fast as she could but I was shooting so much and so fast, her mouth could not contain it all and some leaked out. She finally came up for air and asked if I would go get a warm washcloth for her. I cleaned myself off first, and rinsed out the washcloth and went back into the bedroom. I cleaned my mother's mouth, neck, and thighs and put the washcloth on her nightstand. I rolled back over on the bed and opened my arms; she slid into a tight embrace. Mom nuzzled my neck and kissed me there. She then said, "I have never felt like this since ... well, I have never come this much, or so often and certainly not this hard. I never knew sex could be this good. Don't get me wrong, it was good with your dad when we made love, but not like this. I feel so loved and when I am with you ... either in person, or in my mind ... I feel as though nothing bad can happen to me. You are my protector, my lover and my soul mate. I feel so warm and comfortable with you, that I just want to curl up and purr." "I know what you mean, I feel as though we are one person in two bodies, kind of like two halves of one whole. It has gotten stronger every time we are close to each other like this. We don't have much time; we need to be out of here before the two little ones start looking for us. I did leave a forgetful message to Bea and Brie in their minds regarding us in any romantic setting or if I kiss and hug you a lot. I don't want to push that too much to begin with. So shall I dress you, or should we do it separately so nothing gets started again." Mom giggled and said, "I think if I tried to dress you we would never get out of here until I had to leave for work Monday morning. With it being Saturday night, I would probably be walking bowlegged by Monday. Now get dressed, then reach up and get Mommy's bra off the ceiling fan for me." I stood on the bed and pulled Mom's bra down for her. I dressed as fast as I could, and left Mom to get dressed by herself. I knew just what she meant. I didn't want to leave, either. I went into the family room, or 'parlor', as it was called in olden times. I turned on the TV looking for something good to watch. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 4 I had just set down when Bea came into the room wearing her nightwear. She had on one of Dad's old t-shirts. It came almost to her knees. She plopped down on the sofa, and I saw a glimpse of bare legs half way up her thighs. She pulled the t-shirt down and started watching the TV. "Ben, do you love me?" "Of course I do, Bea! Why would you ask such a silly question?" "Well, you haven't hugged me all day, and I saw you hugging Mom, earlier, and I guess I got jealous, and I thought that you didn't love me, 'cause I don't have boobs, not like the other girls do," she said in a rush, without a pause. "That's ridiculous, Bea. Come here, and sit on my lap, so I can hug you, and make you feel loved. You know I love you. I love all of our family: you, and Britney and Mom." Belinda rushed over and crawled into my lap. I hugged her and kissed her forehead and then kissed her on the mouth and pulled her close to my chest. I whispered into her hair, "Bea, just remember that I will always be your brother, and I will never stop loving you. I don't care if you never have boobs, I'll love you forever. As for boobs, you seem to be growing some, there. I can see some bumps in your shirt. You will get them soon." "But Mary Lou Singer has big ones, and she's as old as me," she said sobbing into my shirt. "Bea, honey, some people develop early, some later. I know of three girls in my class at school, who are not any bigger than you are, in the boob department. They got some teasing last year, but I'll bet that when we go back to school in the fall, they will all be just as big as the other girls. Summer is usually when kids grow the most. I'll bet that you will be bigger, too, before we start school in the fall." "Do you really think so? What will you bet, Ben?" "Tell me something you really want that I can give you, if I lose. Then I will tell you something I want, if you lose." "I want a movie date with Billy Hansen. He's one of your friends, isn't he? Anyway, I want a movie date with him after we get back to school in the fall, even if I don't have big boobs. You can do that can't you?" "Yes, I think I can get Billy to go for that ... but that might happen, anyway. He was asking about you just last week, right before we finished school. He wanted to know if you were going out with anyone. I told him Mom wouldn't let you date until next school year. I asked him why, but he just said he was only asking to be polite. I think there was more to it, though. Haven't you noticed how he looks at you when he's over here swimming, and we're goofing off?" "You mean Billy asked you especially about me? Oh! My! God! Billy Hansen asked about me! I can't believe it! Billy Hansen asked about me!" "Yes he did. Now, let's see ... What I want, if you lose. Uhmmm ... how about you do all my garbage duties, for a week? Does that seem fair?" "Yuck, can't you think of something else that's not so gross?" "Well, I can think of something else; but it has to be our secret, for now. I want you to find out if Victoria Sterling likes me." "Oh, so you like Vicky Sterling huh? She's Coleen's big sister, isn't she? But she's fifteen already, and going to be sixteen, shortly. Why would she go out with you ... she's going out with Clint Walker, I think? She changes boyfriends like I change underwear. Besides she only dates much older guys. Clint is, like, eighteen, and out of school, now." "Well, yes, but I wanted to see if I could get a date with her anyway. But we now have a problem, how are we going to measure your growth? You could have Mom measure you each week..." the look on her face and the panic in her mind, told me that wasn't an option. " ... well there is Brie, but she's not too reliable. You can't very well do it yourself, can you? How about your friend Shelby, she could measure you and then you could measure her." "Ben I could never trust her for that. I guess we will have to wait and see if they grow by September ... OR ... you could do it! Would you Bennie? I know you won't embarrass me, or laugh 'cause I don't have anything, yet." I hadn't even had to nudge her in that direction, but hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? "Well, I suppose I could do it. I can set up a table on your computer. We can measure you each week, and maybe take pictures of before and after. I can also do some research to see if there are things we can do, to help them grow." "Oh, Bennie, would you? I love you, Bennie. You're the bestest brother in the whole world. I know I can trust you. But only the top ... nothing else, promise?" "Yes, Bea, I promise. No bad touching, and nothing but your chest area. Okay?" "Yes, Bennie! Can we do it now, before I go to bed?" "Sure, Bea. Come on. Let's go up to my room, and get my camera. Then we're off to your room, to measure you, and set up the table on your computer." Bea ran off to our rooms and I followed, watching her cute little butt bounce with her running up the stairs. I smiled, evilly. I didn't want to make love to her. I thought I could learn more about females in general, though. I got my camera, and a tape measure made of cloth. Then I went to Belinda's room. I set up the table on her computer and said, "Ok, Squirt, time to take your picture. Just take the shirt off and stand by your closet door. I'll take the picture, and load it on your computer, then label it, with today's date. Then we can measure you with the cloth tape I brought." Belinda went over to stand by the closet and I noticed that the way she stood, I could see her camel toe. Her panties had been pulled into her slit and she had definitely been excited, or was, now. I could see a wet patch on her panties, and her almost hairless pussy lips thru the cloth. I told her to stand very still and I would take a couple pictures, and see which one was the best. I zoomed in on her panties and took the first picture, then to her sprouting titties. Then I zoomed out to get most of her chest, and took two more. Her room was bright enough that I didn't need a flash, so I don't think she knew how many pictures I took. I went over to her computer, and plugged in my camera, downloaded the two pictures I made of her whole chest, and the close-up of just her titties. I said, "Which one do you want to keep, Bea? Or do you want to keep all three?" Bea looked them over and said, "Let's keep all three, for now. Time to measure." I got the tape measure and asked her to raise her arms up some and I measured her. "Its twenty-five and seven-eighths inches, but I noticed that your nipples were sticking out. So each week we will have to make sure they are sticking out so we can make sure of any growth. We better get back downstairs before Mom misses us, and asks questions. I'll just put my camera away and I'll be right down." I dropped my camera and USB cable on my desk, and went back downstairs to the rest of the family. I had left the tape measure back in Bea's room. We watched some TV for a while and then the girls went upstairs to bed. Mom and I sat on the couch, and cuddled and talked about what has happened over the past few weeks. We kissed and made out a little, waiting for the girls to get to sleep. Of course we really didn't need to since their bedrooms were on the other side of the house from Mom's room. But we wanted to be safe. We climbed the stairs and headed for the master bedroom. It appeared funny at the time, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Once in the bedroom, with the door locked; Mom shed her clothes like an experienced stripper, teasing me unmercifully. As soon as her bra came off and I saw her tits waving in the breeze, I was hard as a rock. I tried, more or less successfully, to remove my clothes. I kept getting hung up with little things like my belt, my shoes, and my shirt buttons! Once my mom was naked, she leapt to the center of the bed and crooked a finger for me to follow her. I finally wrestled the rest of my clothes off. I crawled up the bed from the bottom, kissing and licking my way up her beautiful body. I lingered for a while at the juncture of her thighs. She gently pulled me by my ears, to indicate I needed to leave my primary playground and move further up her body. I didn't get the same reaction when my second playground came into view. I licked, kissed and nibbled her luscious mounds. I teased her boobs and then nibbled and sucked at her nipples. My dick was leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on my mother's leg as I was pulled into a kiss and hug that made fireworks go off inside my head. As we paused, I opened my eyes and saw the fireworks going off in my lover's eyes as well. While I was lovingly gazing into my mother's eyes, she pulled on my rock hard dick and set it in her slot. I pushed, and she arched, and I sank my diamond hard dick into her scalding caldron of a pussy. Something happened, then, that I still have a hard time understanding. When I slid to the bottom of her pussy, it was almost like putting a plug into a wall socket. Electricity flowed through us both, yet it was not painful. It felt more like a joining of two powerful forces into one ultimately powerful unit. It seemed, at the time, that we became one whole being; not two individuals, or even two parts of something bigger than either of us could imagine. They say that things become more than just the sum of the parts. It was kind of like that; but much more, and much stronger, too. It is so hard to explain, it has to be experienced even to come close to understanding what this felt like, or what it meant to us later. This feeling inside me grew and grew, I was almost afraid that I would burst from the pressure building inside me. My body had started the age old process of trying to impregnate a female of the species, and I was sliding into and out of my mother's pussy. She in turn was arching up from the bed driving my rampant rod into her velvety tunnel. I could see in the expression on her face, that Mom felt the same feelings that I was feeling. The pressure kept building until the dam burst, and my first salvo of sperm rocketed through my penis and shot out into my non-fertile mother's womb. This triggered the big orgasm for my mother as well. She had been having mini-orgasms since I first slid home inside her, but this one was like all the fourth of July fireworks went off at the same time. Rockets launched, bombs burst and the resulting spectacle was awe inspiring and so intense that her eyes rolled back into her head and she was lost in orgasmic bliss. I continued to blast salvo after salvo into my lover's womb and then finally, after many strong shots, I dribbled some more of my gummy cum into her body. I had been holding myself off of my mother with my arms and toes; but then my arms gave out, and I was no longer able to hold my exhausted body above my lover. I lay quietly on her unconscious body as we rested from our mutual explosion. I awoke some minutes later, still atop of my mother's body, with my dick still firmly embedded in her velvety furnace. We made love once more as I slowly pulled out and then was sucked back in to her vagina. This time we were not so frantic, and the feeling of oneness persisted as we came together in a much more subdued explosion, but it was an explosive come nonetheless. I rolled over taking Helen with me. She slowly rose from me, and padded off to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she came back in with a warm, damp washcloth and lovingly washed my shriveled pole. Mom then went back to the bathroom. When she returned, we spooned. I was behind her as we drifted off to sleep. Sunday morning dawned peacefully. I awoke with my mother's hand wrapped around my morning erection. I lay there listening to my lover's breathing. Her exhales were tickling my ear and neck. I lay there thinking how extremely lucky I was at this moment. I had found a love whose intensity was almost overwhelming. I had the power of controlling people's minds. Best of all, I was no longer a virgin. I had made love to a woman, not a girl, but a mature woman; who happened to be my extremely attractive mother. Our love for each other is something that you hear about in songs and books, but you have never heard of anyone achieving. I felt as though I was on top of the world. I felt the grip on my erection loosen and then tighten, and then slowly the hand started to move up and down on my shaft. I now realized the breathing on my neck had changed from the soft exhale of sleep to a more forceful exhale of an awakened individual. My mother's hand pulled, slightly. I rolled as she scooted her body so that I could lie on my back. When I was completely on my back, my lover quickly straddled me. I was pushed into her steaming caldron of love. Mom leaned down and kissed my lips, and then my eyes, my nose, and then mashed her pouty lips to mine as she experienced a mini orgasm. The kiss was spectacular, fireworks flashed in my head as we kissed. I tried to help my lover by humping back at her and soon her hips were almost a blur of motion. I was building to a huge climax. I could tell by my mother's breathing that she was, too. Her motions began to be jerky and uncoordinated as her climax built. Then my balls tightened up next to my body and I fired my first shot of sperm for the day, into my lover. Her pussy clamped down on my dick and my second salvo backed up, as the pressure was too great. Then I let loose a torrent of my squiggly wrigglers deep into her non-fertile womb. I wished that she was still complete down there, so that I could get her pregnant with our child. I guess we were connected mentally, again, as my mother whispered in a breathless voice, "So do I, Son. So do I." Mom collapsed onto my body and was gone to never-never land. With us still connected both physically and mentally, I joined her in nirvana. About an hour later, when I awoke, Mom was nowhere to be seen. I reluctantly got up, showered, dressed, and went to my room. I changed clothes, and went down to breakfast. Mom was in her robe and Belinda and Britney were eating breakfast. In unison they said, "It's about time you got up sleepyhead. We've been waiting breakfast for you, and got tired of waiting." "Yes, Ben. Please sit down, and I'll get you something to eat." She winked at me, and I think I blushed a bit. "Thanks, Mom, I'll just have some cereal." "Oh, no you don't, young man! You are a growing boy, and need more sustenance than just cereal. Your eggs are almost ready, and the bacon is already done. So sit down and eat." "Yes, Mother." Bea and Brie giggled and then we all started laughing. My eggs almost got burned, but Mom saved them before too much damage was done. For most of the rest of the day I busied myself with downloading my pictures of Bea, and putting them into a secure folder on which I put a password lock. Nobody could get into it without the password ... well, no one except an expert hacker, like me. I did some research online about tickets and packages for Disneyworld. I worked up a weeklong package that would entertain all of us. I also printed out a three-week package, that would include all of the attractions in the Orlando-Kissimmee area. I'd have Mom look them over later today or tonight ... well, maybe not tonight. I think she has some more plans for us tonight. More likely the same as last night. Like, I'm going to complain? NOT! After all the researching, I thought about maybe some of the other kids in our neighborhood and what the girls looked like. We had the only Olympic size pool in the neighborhood except for the Sheldon's, but they lived three miles down the street, really out in the country. Most of the lots around our home were in the seven to ten acre range, although ours was larger because we backed up to a ten acre wooded area that my great grandfather bought and never used. It was for investment he said. He figured that timber would be worth a lot more when it became scarce. He was right, that ten acres was worth better than $20,000 per acre for the land and then you add the timber. Because it was 'old growth', it was worth about twenty times as much. With it being summer now, and with us having the biggest pool, most of the pool parties were at our house. The kids would ride their bikes over to our house, and then either jump right in, or change in the large pool house behind the garage. I think the pool house was originally the servant's quarters, when the main house was built. The pool house had been set up as a guest cottage, for a while. Then, when the pool was put in, it served as a pool house/changing room/shower room. There was a large main room with lots of chairs, and a bathroom that had been enlarged into one of the former bedrooms. There were now six shower stalls with curtains in the bathroom, plus three commodes, with stalls and three-quarter doors. There was a smaller bedroom in the house, also. So I knew a pool party was scheduled, probably for tomorrow, Monday. There would probably be other parties all week at our house, or someone else's. I started thinking about all the girls, nine in all (counting my sisters) who came over here to play in the pool. The younger kids ... nine and under ... usually played at the Swanson's or Anderson's, because neither Carol nor Sally worked. They stayed home and babysat the rest of the younger children in our group, for the parents that did work. Besides, both of their pools were a lot smaller than ours, and the Anderson's had a small wading pool for the really little ones. Starting with Britney at age 11 all the way up to Caitlyn and Katie at 14 there were some very fine females here to look at. I wondered if I could come up with a game about people's full name, you know see if the whole name fit the person or sounded strange. I would try that tomorrow at the pool, then take each one into the pool house to speak to them about their name. That way nobody would be embarrassed. Then, once I knew their names, I could maybe fool around with some of the girls. So that was my plan for tomorrow, or whenever the pool party came here. Another thing was that I would have to work out a schedule for checking Bea's boob development. I guess every three days would be good. But how do I work into my sucking on them or maybe even my coming on them and rubbing my semen into her breasts. I did some research on the internet and in medical journal articles, and found a couple of natural breast enhancement products that allows your body to jump start the process that occurs naturally in puberty to grow breast tissue. They were a slow process, taking at least six months for a one to two cup size growth in adult women, but then with naturally occurring puberty and the herbal enhancement, Belinda could possibly grow larger, faster. This, in turn, would be a boon for me and for her. Especially as she would perceive that I was the one who had caused all these wonderful things to happen. I would have her gratitude on my side, too. I think I will tell her about what I found out. I called Bea in my mind, 'Bea, when it's convenient, can you come to my room? I can now show you what I found out about some things, about making your boobs grow.' 'You found something to make my boobs grow? Oh boy! I'll be right there. I'm at Marcia's but I'm coming right home. You want me to come to your room?' 'Sure, that's fine. I can show you what I found out.' Bea showed up about fifteen minutes later, and I showed her the web sites that talked about natural breast enhancement, and showed her the herbs like Fenugreek, Saw Palmetto, Wild Yam, Fennel and Dong Quai. Here is why it works ... Fennel stimulates the breast enlargement effects of estrogen. Saw Palmetto stimulates Prolactin - a hormone that encourages breast enlargement and development. Wild Yam helps increase the effects of Fenugreek. If liquid extract is put into creams it is easily absorbed and will make the fat cells increase, which leads to a fuller and rounder breast. Fenugreek stimulates the production of Prolactin also. It also has similar effects to estrogen. It encourages tissue growth. Dong Quai should be used only if a doctor okays it, first. We figured that the Dong Quai was out. But the other herbs would be what we were looking for. I asked if she wanted me to send for the pills or cream they advertised. She said, "Maybe. I guess we could try the pills and creams, first." So I ordered the pills and the cream, using Mom's name and credit card number. I knew the package would come here during the day, and I could sign for it, for Mom. "Bea, I thought we could work on a once every three day schedule for checking your progress. That is, if that's all right with you? We can do it right before bed, after you've had your bath or shower. Does that sound ok?" "Sure, Bennie. I can't believe that you are doing all this for me. You must really like Vicky Sterling to go to all this trouble just to see if she will go out with you." "Belinda, honey, I'm not doing all this just for her. Actually, I'm doing all of this just for you. You're my sister, and I love you. I want to help you with your problems." Bea hugged me and kissed me saying, "Oh, Bennie, I love you, too. Thank you for helping me." Bea went scampering off on cloud nine. I then called Mom, 'Mom, do you have some time to come to my room to discuss some things about the Disney trip?' 'It will be a few minutes, if that's all right, Ben.' 'That's fine, Mom. I just wanted to show you what I had found out, so you could make a decision based on how much time you think you could get for your vacation.' 'Thanks, Ben, I'll be up in a little while.' 'Ok, Mom.' My mother had received a degree in business management and had joined a small company that contracted out administrative people for temporary work, or temporary-to-permanent jobs to employers in the area. It was a small company, and had probably only a hundred people available for temporary work. These were mainly housewives that, due to one thing or another, had left the business environment. They found they still needed the odd job now and again, so they signed up with my mom's company. After about five years the business had built up to where they had accountants, file clerks, general administrative assistants, and even inventory control clerks on their rolls of people available. The company grew and within another three years Mom had moved into upper management. She was recruiting both for the company, and going out to employers who were looking for temporary help. The business made a name for themselves via the quality of people they had available for employers. Many other companies contacted them when they were looking for permanent employees. They could hire people on contract and then if they really worked out, they would hire them for their company. So after eight years with the company, Mom was pretty high up in management, and had even gotten them to open offices in the surrounding ten counties around our city of El Dorado. That was why I'd made two different plans: one for a one-week stay, and one for a three week stay. It all depended on whether Mom could get the time off, and how much time off. I heard a knock, so I said, "You can come in, Mom." "How did you know it was me Ben?" "The sound seemed to come from higher up on the door than if it was Bea or Brie, so it had to be you." "Boy, do I have a smart son or what? Ok, let's see these packages you have planned out." Mom and I went all over the packages that I had planned out, then we looked at a couple more that we could have worked in, leaving a couple of others out. Money wasn't the deciding factor. The venues were the main concern. We ended up with three packages: one week, two weeks and three weeks. Mom would talk with her boss, Jessica, tomorrow. She would find out how much time off she could get, and when she could get it. That would determine which package we would use. "Mom, I sure hope you can get three weeks, I know this would be the chance of a lifetime for Britney to be able to spend so much time there, now. She's at the age where this may not seem important in a couple of years, so now is the time to make the most of it." "You are right, again, Ben. I can see her already starting to outgrow the doll and stuffed animal phase of her life. This is the perfect time. The fact is that I have never been there either, so this will be a big memory for me, too. I'm sure Belinda will love it too. Thanks for being such a caring brother and son. I guess I never realized how mature you were before all this with the ring and everything. You seem to have become a man in more ways than one, recently. I, for one, love it." Mom hugged me and kissed me with one of her toe curling kisses. I almost expected to see steam come out of my ears like in the cartoons. I gasped out a reply, "Di ... did you want to fool around a little before supper? I can lock my door and let Bea & Brie know I am not to be disturbed." "Ben, it's late and I need to get supper started ... Oh sure, why not? You lock up and I'll get ready for you." I went to the door and locked it as I sent a message to Bea and Brie to not worry where Mom or I were and that supper would be a little late tonight. By the time I turned around Helen was on the bed, spread out like a smorgasbord, I wondered where I should start first, her luscious lips, her tantalizing tits or her wet and juicy cunt. I decided I had time to try all the treats that lay before me. Clothes were flying everywhere and my boxers ended up on my desk lamp and one of my socks was temporarily on the ceiling fan that was on low. It flew off and ended up in my bathroom doorway. I leaped on the bed from about two feet away. I landed beside my mother and started kissing her luscious lips trying my best to give back her toe curling kisses she gave me earlier. I kissed, licked and softly blew air over every square inch of her face and neck that I could reach. I sensuously moved lower on her body, staying completely away from her nipples and the upper parts of her luscious mounds. I teased her body with nibbles, kisses and licks, and then I softly blew air over her wet and steamy chest. Mom's breathing increased to almost a pant and I pressed on in my teasing. I was getting closer to the tips of her breasts licking and then blowing air on her areolas and straining nipples. I guess Mom had had enough of my teasing as she grabbed my head and pressed it to her left nipple begging me to suckle from her breast. "Bennie, please suck my tit, just like you did as a baby! Oooohhhhh, suck my tits Bennie, Oh GOOOD! I love you sooooo!" The last drawn out 'so' was due to the orgasm that ripped through her body, making her arch from heels to head. Her whole body left the bed in an arch as I tried to hang on to her nipple. I clamped down with my teeth, not hard mind you, but enough for her to feel the pleasure/pain of the sensation. As she collapsed, she fainted and stayed out for several minutes. When she came to I was nibbling on her inner pussy lips, teasing her scalding caldron. I was alternatively running my tongue up and down her slot and nibbling on her inner or outer lips, whichever was available to me. Once aroused, I then started fucking my tongue in and out off her hot box. I could hear moans and groans, but no actual words came out of her mouth. As I moved up to tease her straining clit, I was forcibly moved up her body with a plea of "Oh God, Bennie, put it in me and fuck me HARD!!! I need your hard cock inside me, NOW!" I complied with her fevered request and turned and put my near six inch shaft of rock hard steel into the slot of her velvety tunnel. Just as I was about to lunge forward, Helen arched her body and I drove home into her inner sanctum. Instead of pounding into and out of her I ground my pelvis around on hers causing my pubic bone to grind onto her erect clitoris. I also varied the angle of my cock inside her sheath, which caused the head of my penis to come in contact with her g-spot occasionally. This made her orgasms build until suddenly I could feel in my mind, her getting ready for the big one, 'le petite mort', the little death as the French say. I concentrated on the feelings I was getting from her emotionally and let it build inside myself as well. Then it hit, the big one, my balls tightened up next to my body and it felt like a fire hose being opened. A gusher of cum spat from my one eyed monster, followed by several more. At the first splat of my jizz, my mother lost the battle of holding off her impending climax and arched her body, while her pussy clamped down on my spurting cock and milked me for everything I had. I felt that a Hoover had suddenly been attached to my penis as her pussy muscles strained to pull from me every drop of my essence. At the onset of her orgasm, I think my mom was out of it, but her body craved my essence and took over for her in her unconscious state. I was still being milked when I could no longer hold on and passed out from the sheer pleasure and love that I felt for this woman beneath me, the one who had given me birth. I awoke some minutes later and looked into the eyes of my lover and saw the love that was being sent my way. I only hoped that what I saw was returned in kind. After lying like that for a few more moments, I rolled over to my side taking my lover with me. We just gazed into each other's eyes feeling the love and passion we felt for each other. I think it was Mother that spoke first, "We really should get up so I can fix us some supper. But all I want to do right now, is lay here in your loving arms and feel safe and warm and truly loved." "I know exactly how you feel, Mom, but I think we need to get a move on, before the 'children' get antsy." "You're right Ben, but, I so want to lay here with you for the rest of my life." I arose from the bed and went into my bathroom and cleaned off with a washcloth and then rinsed it in warm water, and brought it back to Mom. After that Mom dressed and went downstairs to work on getting supper ready. Me, I dressed slowly, and then lay back on the bed savoring the aroma of our mixed odors of lovemaking. I felt that if I were to die right then, I would die a very happy man ... or boy ... or whatever I was. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 5 Supper came and went and then it was cuddle time in the parlor. I sat in the middle with Mom on my right and Bea on my left, which left Brie on the end, which did not set too well with her. So she decided to sit in my lap. We cuddled together and watched some TV until it was time for baths and bed. Once the girls were sent upstairs to bed Mom and I cuddled on the couch and ended up dozing off, before long. I awoke with my mother staring at me. "Mom, what's that look for?" "I was just watching you sleep. You seemed so calm and peaceful. It seemed a shame to wake you. I just can't get over how grown up and mature you are. I don't mean sexually, but there is that part of you that makes me horny all the time too. No, I mean the fact that you seem to be much older than you are. The way you walk, the way you talk, the things that you know and can do. It's like suddenly there is a twenty-year old man inside the body of a fifteen year old boy. Since you found that ring you are a different person, older, wiser and more confident. I'm not saying it's a bad thing; but it's just so different from the baby boy I knew, just weeks ago. Now you have turned into a young man, one that I am so very proud of. I know this sounds silly, but would you come upstairs with me and let me make love to you for a change. There will be much in it for me too, so don't worry, but let me do all the work this time, OK?" "Yes, Mother, I will be anything you want me to be. I only want to be yours, body and soul. You can do with me what you want anytime; just as you are mine, anytime I want, too. It is more of a mutual thing than who does what to whom. I love you with all my heart." I could see my mother trying desperately to hide her tears of joy. I said, "Helen, let it out, cry all you want as I know they are tears of joy. Come, let us retire to the bedroom and see if I can kiss those tears away and extinguish the burning fire in our loins for now." Through tears of laughter and joy, she said, "See what I mean, no teenager talks like that. Those are the words of a mature, self confident man, not a fifteen year old kid. Now get upstairs before I have to get stern with you and maybe paddle your rear end. Say that might not be a bad idea, now git!" I got up from the couch turned around and stuck out my tongue and wiggled it up and down and then ran for the door and up the stairs. I made it to the master bedroom before Mom and was in the process of stripping off when she entered the room and locked the door. "Freeze Mister!" I stopped as I was pulling my shirt over my head. I didn't move a muscle, although I strained to hear if she was coming over to me. I had pulled my shirt mostly over my head so I was totally blind at the moment, so hearing was my only answer, but the shirt muffled sound. I could tell my mother was in the room by her breathing, but not exactly where she was. I figured she was fairly close because I could hear her breathing. Suddenly I was turned around, caught in her arms. She started licking places on my chest, staying away from my nipples. She then blew softly over my saliva wet skin, raising goose bumps where ever her tongue had left a trail of moisture. I shivered and shook as the intensity built. I finally knew how my mother felt when I did this to her body. God, what a turn-on! My prick shot to attention, immediately. It had softened as I had run up the stairs into the bedroom, and now it was a steel spike trying to bust through my boxers and shorts. There was not room for my penis to be comfortable so it was bent at an odd angle and was getting painful, I tried to speak. "Mom my dick is..." "I said 'FREEZE'! That means your mouth, too. I know it's not comfortable for you right now, but that is your punishment for sassing me with your tongue. I'll get there eventually, now hush." I suffered in silence as my lover tortured me with kisses and moving her tongue all over my chest, except where I wanted her tongue to be. Then my shorts were unsnapped and the zipper was slowly pulled down. The slowness was agonizing and yet sensual in a perverse sort of way. Once unzipped all the way my stiff cock was allowed some room to try to straighten to an upright position and bulged in my boxers. Helen ran her fingernails backwards down my chest, dragging them like that, and left goose bumps in their wake. She then dragged them the other way around down my hips and over the bulge in my boxers causing many tremors and explosions to go off inside my head. She then knelt down and kissed and licked all over my erection wetting the material and driving me crazy. As soon as she pulled the waistband of my boxers down my body my balls tightened up and as I was ready to come all over her and I felt a painful pinch right between my balls and the start of my shaft. Suddenly I no longer needed to come at that moment, however it didn't last. The reason for that, is that my mother suddenly engulfed my rod and sank to the bottom of my shaft, allowing her throat to tickle the head of my prick. Then she started humming a tune, known only to her, and that is when I could hold out no longer. I flooded her tonsils with my pent up baby batter. My ejaculation was so powerful it seemed to go on forever as a single stream, rather than the pulses and squirts as usual. About halfway through my explosive cum, a finger was poked into my ass and my prostrate was massaged adding to the intensity of my orgasm. I soon blacked out. When I awoke, I was on the bed and my lover was kissing my eyes awake. I couldn't find my voice, but I croaked out, "I ... er ... how ... emmmm." I gave up on talking and just enjoyed the feeling of such euphoria. "You just relax. There is more in store for you, young man. I plan on draining your balls, tonight. You will not be able to get hard tomorrow until I get home from work, if I have my way about it. You have drained me for two days now. Tonight, it is my turn to show the love I have for you." Monday, June 6th, 2011 I won't bore you with the details of that night, mainly because it is all a blur to me, even now. But by about one AM, I was exhausted and bone dry in the semen department. I don't think I could have gotten hard if my life depended upon it. Needless to say, I slept so soundly that I didn't even hear Mom's alarm in the morning. I was forced out of bed, and ensconced into my bathtub. I sat in warm water until it cooled considerably before I could drag myself out, to get dressed and go downstairs. By the time I had, I saw that it was almost ten AM. Britney found me sitting at the breakfast table, trying my best to eat some cereal. I was spilling most of it back into the bowl, before I could get the spoon up to my mouth. Brie took pity on me and asked, "Bennie, do you need help. You look awful this morning. Didn't you sleep well last night? Are you sick or something?" "Yeah, I think it's the 'or something', though. I didn't seem to get enough sleep last night." Brie took pity on me and took the spoon away from me and stood next to the chair and spoon fed me my cereal. Then she told me, "Bennie, you go back to bed, now. I'll come wake you for lunch, before the gang gets here for the swim party. That way you can rest for a couple more hours. Do you need help going upstairs?" "Maybe, Brie. Coming down wasn't so hard, but going back up might be. Could you help me, please?" "Anything for you, big brother. I love you, Bennie, and I don't like it when you are sick. I can care for you, just like Mommy and you care for me, when I am sick. I can be your nurse for today. Okay, Bennie?" "I would really like that, Britney. You are one of the very best sisters in the world." Then I whispered, "Maybe the very best, sometimes." She giggled and said, "I know, Bennie. Sometimes Bea can be a real bitch. Oops! I shouldn't have said that about Bea, but sometimes she can be real bossy and a pain." "Yes, sometimes she can be a real pain, but we love her in spite of that don't we?" "Yeah, Bennie, I guess so." Brie helped me get up after she put the bowl and spoon in the sink to soak. We made it to the stairs and could see Belinda coming down. She rushed to our aid. With the both of them helping, we made it up the stairs and into my bedroom. My two loving sisters fawned over me, and helped me get stripped down to my boxers. Then they put me to bed, and told me in no uncertain terms that I needed to rest and get some sleep. I didn't argue with them. I think I was asleep before they closed my door. I awoke after Bea shook me several times. "Ben, it's time to get up for lunch. Are you hungry or do you need more rest? Brie and I were so worried about you! You seemed so sick this morning. Are you going to be all right, now? It's almost time for the gang to come over." I slowly roused myself from my restful slumber, but my dick had hardened while I was asleep. It had wormed its way out of the slot in my boxers. It was standing tall as I whipped the covers from my body. I slid around, and sat on the edge of the bed. Then I rose to a standing position, and raised my arms in a stretch as I yawned. I slit my eyes again and watched Bea concentrate on my engorged member waving in the breeze. As my arms came down after a few seconds, I faked that I just realized I was exposed. I turned quickly apologizing profusely. "Bea, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I was exposed like that, please excuse me for that. I should have checked myself before I got up. I'm so sorry." "Ben, there is no need for you to be sorry. I should have turned away when I first noticed it, but I have never seen anything like that. I mean sure, I've seen thingies on babies, but they were so small. They're not all big and stiff like yours. How come it was sticking up like that? Is there something wrong, is that why you are sick?" "No, Bea, there is nothing wrong with that. Sometimes it gets stiff like that when I sleep, they usually call it a 'piss hard-on'. When I wake up, I have to go pee really bad. It gets stiff like that, until I can pee. Sometimes it gets like that when I see a very pretty girl or woman, especially ones in skimpy bikinis, like you are." "You mean I made that get hard just by being in this bikini? You're fibbing me, Benjamin Hamner. Now you take that back. I'm your sister; you can't be getting all hard and everything because of me." "Come here, Bea, please? I won't hurt you I just want to hug you and let you know that even though you are my sister, you are also a very pretty girl. That thing down there doesn't have a brain, it just reacts to what I see ... and what I saw, was a very pretty girl in a very skimpy bikini! It reacted to that. Do you see, now? I'm extremely sorry that I embarrassed you, but you kind of embarrassed me, too." "You really think I'm pretty, Bennie?" "Of course I do, Bea. I love you, and you are very beautiful to me. That is why I had the reaction I did. I don't have to pee, so it had to do with seeing you. Do you understand, now?" "I ... guess so. I guess you really like me, huh?" "No, silly! I don't just like you. I love you. You're my sister and I love you like a brother should. Okay, now?" "Okay, Bennie. You need to get your suit on. Everybody is going to be here very soon. Oops, too late. I can hear someone outside, now. I'd better get down there, 'cause it's just Brie downstairs to greet everyone. Hurry up, sleepyhead!" She was gone like a shot. I donned my baggy swim trunks and headed downstairs to the pool area. I grabbed a large glass of water before I left the kitchen, and noticed that Brie and Bea had set out lemonade in a cooler, with plastic cups. They also had a cooler of ice. It sure was nice to have your own industrial icemaker in the pantry. Now, for our close neighbors there were: the Heller's; the Swanson's; the Longstreet's; the Stevens'; the Jamison's; the Anderson's; the Swenson's; the Malmstrom's; and the Collins family. The rest of the homes either didn't have children or they were much younger or a lot older than us. So let's see ... our pool party buddies were: Cindy Heller, 13; Carol Swanson, 12; Katie Longstreet, 14; Ken Stevens, 16, and his sister Mary, 13; Caitlyn Jamison, 14 and her 11year old brother Brandon; Bradley Anderson, 10; Gary Swenson, 17; triple M or Marcia May Malmstrom, 13, if you want to be technical. Then there is Jack, 14 and Sarah Collins, 10; that round out the bunch that normally come over to our house, to swim each afternoon during the summer months. [See the cast list for descriptions of each of the characters, especially the swim buddies-BR] Shortly after everyone was here, we swam for about an hour. Then we were laying around on chairs and lounges when I thought it was time for the game I had thought up. "Hey, everybody, I have a new game I just thought up. I got to thinking about peoples full names, like Bea here. Her full name is Belinda Marie; that kind of goes together, and mine is Benjamin Martin, but Brie's is Britney Alice. That doesn't really flow, like it should be something like Britney Renee or Britney Jean. Now, how about some of the rest of you? Ken, what is your full name. I know the initial is F, so is it Frank, or Francis or what?" Ken reluctantly spoke up and said, "Actually mine is Franklyn, you know Kenneth Franklyn Stevens. That really kind of goes together doesn't it? I never realized before, but it does." Ken is sixteen, and is the oldest member of our group. He is in great shape, as he is on the swim team at high school, as well as the baseball and basketball teams. Jack came next and said, "Mine's John Robert Collins, but everyone calls me Jack because somehow John Robert gets turned into Jack for a nickname." Jack is fourteen. He is tanned and fit from swimming, and from Pony League Baseball. "Right! Now, how about one you girls give us your full name?" I asked. Katie spoke next, "My name is Katherine Beatrice Longstreet. My grandmother's name is Beatrice, that's why I have that name. Sometimes I'm called 'Little Bea" when we are at her house. I guess it makes her feel good that I am named after her." Katie is thirteen, and is starting to develop boobs, not much yet, probably the size of a half a tangerine, more like a puffy than a real boob. She has a brother, Paul, who is seventeen, and is not a part of our group. Her mom died of cancer about four years ago, so it's just the three of them at her house. Bea spoke up and said, "My friend at school is Mary Lou Simpson, but everybody calls her Mary Lou, how come they don't just call her Mary?" Jack said, "I think it's because there are a lot of girls named Mary, so it is easier to call her by both names. I know Mary here is sometimes called Mary Beth although I think her middle name is Elizabeth not Beth, right Mary?" "Yeah, sometimes I'm Mary, and sometimes I'm Mary Beth. But I know I'm in trouble when I get called Mary Elizabeth, especially when my mom or dad adds the last name, too." Mary and several of the girls giggled at that one. Mary is thirteen and is the sister of Ken Stevens. Mary has jutting breasts that look like oranges with a cherry on top. "Everybody knows Marcia's middle name is May, that's why we call her 3M, for Marcia May Malstrom," said Mary. Marcia is thirteen and at four-foot ten, is by far the shortest one in our group. Britney at eleven is about a couple inches taller than 3M. Marcia only weighs about ninety-five pounds, but most of that weight is in her tits. I think she wears a 34C bra. Let's see... "Marcia May Malstrom, answer me in your mind. Just think the answer and I will hear it, do you understand?" "Yes, Master! What do you want to know?" "What size bra do you wear?" "I wear a size 34C, Master." "Thank you 3M. You will forget this happened until I call you this way, the next time. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master, I will forget this until you call me in my mind, again." I left Marcia's mind then and went back to the conversation at the pool. I asked, "What is your full name Carol?" "Mine's Carolyn Marie Swanson. It sounds pretty good all at once doesn't it? Brandon, what's yours?" she asked. Carol is almost twelve, and is a little chunky, but a lot of her weight is in her tits. She is about a 32B cup, and all the boys are after her to see her tits, as well as 3M's. Carol has yet to develop a girlish figure, though her hips and waist are rounded from the weight she carries. "Mine is Brandon Clay Jamison. How about you Caitlyn?" Brandon is the youngest at eleven. Brandon is younger than Britney by seventeen days. "Brandon you know mine is Caitlyn Mosher Jamison. The Mosher is from my Mom's grandmother. That was her maiden name before she married Grandpa Sheldon. Cindi and Gary are the only ones left, who goes first?" Caitlyn is fourteen, and has gorgeous breasts, probably the best in the lot. She is about a 34B. Her breasts don't seem as large as 3M's, but they look more natural on her than Marcia's does. Gary spoke first, "My name is Gary Olaf Swenson. My middle name is my great grandfather's first name." Gary is seventeen and is the tallest among us. Gary keeps in shape with basketball and football, plus swimming. "Ok, Cindi. It's your turn," I said. My full name is Cynthia Lynn Heller, but I shortened it to Cindi, with an 'i' not a 'y'. Everybody whose name is Cynthia is called Cindy with a 'y', so I thought I would be different." Cindi is thirteen, and does not have much of a girlish shape, yet, either. "Actually, Cynthia Lynn sounds much nicer than Cindi Lynn. If you were a Cindi, then Cindi Lou would sound sweeter," I ventured. We talked and swam some more, and then I went into the pool house to pee. I meet Caitlyn coming out of the bathroom. I said 'Hi, ' and she said 'Hi' back. Then I said in my mind, 'Caitlyn Mosher Jamison, come to me, Ben Hamner.' "Yes, Master," was her verbal reply. I led her back to the bathroom and then into the bedroom and locked the door. 'Caitlyn, take your bikini off and stand before me!' "Yes, Master." She complied readily. Once nude, I had her sit on the double bed in the room, and spread her legs. Her pussy opened up to me and I stared at the opening and then ran my finger around the outer lips. I tried to sink my finger into her opening, but she was still a virgin. Who would have guessed that at almost fifteen, she still retained her virginity? I was not about to defile her and ruin her life, so instead I kissed and licked her pussy until she came with loud shrieks and moans. I was a little worried that someone would hear her screams, but there were a lot of screams going on out in the pool area. Once done, I had her dress and left her with the following message. 'Caitlyn, you will leave here the way you came in. You will not remember what happened in here, unless I tell you to, do you understand?' "Yes, Master. I will remember nothing about this until you tell me to." 'Now go.' "Yes, Master," she said and left by way of the bathroom. Wow, that was such an intense moment! It was almost unreal in its simplicity. I felt a power within me that I had never felt before. I literally had the power of life or death over Caitlyn. It was awesome, yet it also gave me a very sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, too. It reminded me of three sayings I had heard most of my life: 1) be careful what you wish for, as you just might just get it; 2) With Great Power comes even Greater Responsibility; and 3) Power corrupts and Absolute Power corrupts absolutely. I could now see what these three sayings really meant. I had put on the ring wishing for something unattainable at the time, power over others. That power came with a great responsibility; which was to use the power wisely and for good, not evil, deeds. With the feeling of having the power of life or death over Caitlyn, it hit home that that kind of power could corrupt me forever, if I let it. I would have to watch myself very closely, to make sure it didn't. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 6 I left the pool house by way of the bathroom, and swam some more. However, I was thinking about everything that had happened since I had put the ring on my finger. Had I corrupted Mom? How about my sisters? I decided I needed to really think about this some more. I got out of the pool and lay down on a chaise lounge. I put my sunglasses on, and tried to think about my actions ... and reactions ... to what happened in the pool house. Could I continue and yet have no effect later, on their lives. Who is to say that some twenty years down the road Caitlyn doesn't remember what I did, today? She could scream rape, or molestation, by me. How would that be handled? More lies by me? More meddling in her mind? Would I have to involve more people, like the police, the courts, etc.? Where would all this stop? Look at what I have become in just this short time! What would I be like in twenty years, thirty years or more? I just couldn't let myself become such a monster. But, how could I curb this newly found appetite for having total control over people? I was reminded of Hamlet's soliloquy by Shakespeare. The one that starts: "To be, or not to be, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them: to die, to sleep no more; and by a sleep, to say we end the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to?" We had to memorize the first ten lines of that soliloquy for English Literature. That was part of our last test in that class. Sometimes it's good to be in the gifted classes. Oh, yes. How did it remind me of my present dilemma? Well, I could become someone who would be a very nasty person, and endure endless horrors in my unending sleep of death. Or, I could fight the demons inside of me, and suffer the consequences. I will have made my peace with myself, as well as with my God. Yeah, I know. That's heavy stuff for a fifteen year old. Like I said, once I put that ring on, I had matured in many ways. Now on to my dilemma, what do I do to curb that feeling of absolute power? First, I would keep it light. I mean, no heavy involved stuff, just some calling of girls, or women, someone that I fancied. Of course, that was going to be very difficult. Mom was about my ideal, as far as women were concerned. Even including the other mothers of the kids around in our group, none were as sexy or as beautiful as my mom. So now it came down to girls around my own age. Well now, there was Bea, but I could get access to her anytime I wanted, same for Brie, but did I really want either of them as playthings? Then there was Victoria Sterling, but I would have to worry about that in the fall. She did not live nearby, so she was out as a possible girlfriend, until later. There was Caitlyn, but after today, I'm not sure I should try her again. She was too submissive and I could easily slip up and take total control over her and it may just make her dependant on me. Next would be Marcia or Mary Beth, Hum I like that, Mary Beth, I may start calling her that now. It kind of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? But then again I would listen in on some of the others too to see what was going on in their life. I might find out some interesting things by eavesdropping. I relaxed some more in the chaise and let my mind wander. I called to Katie, 'Katherine Beatrice Longstreet, do not be alarmed, speak only to me in your mind, do not make a sound; carry on as though nothing is happening. You might want to come out of the water and sit down now. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Master, I will do as you command.' 'Do you know about real sex, I mean more than what they teach in school?' 'Yes, Master, I know about real sex. I sleep in my father's bed. He and my brother have sex with me, just like they did with my mother. Is that what you mean, Master?' 'Yes, it is, Katie. When did this start?' 'It has been this way since my mother died.' 'Do you also suck their cocks, too?' 'Yes, Master, I give them blowjobs every day. Once in the morning, and then again, when Daddy gets home. Paul also fucks my ass sometimes. Daddy's too big for that right now, but he promises me when I get bigger he will do me there, too. Do you want to fuck me, Master?' 'I may, Katie, but for right now I think you are well taken care of. I do have one question for you Katie. Do you like all the things your brother and father do with you?' 'No, I don't, Master. Sometimes Paul fucks my ass too hard, or without lube, and sometimes my daddy gets too rough. Then I have to stay home from school 'till I get better and the bruises don't show anymore.' 'I can stop them from doing any of this to you, Katherine, if that is what you want.' 'Oh! Would you, please, Master? I don't like all this sex stuff all the time. Sometimes when they are gentle with me, it's all right, but they don't do that a lot. Can you really stop this for me, Master?' 'Yes, I can, Katie. Just give me both of their full names.' 'Oh! Thank you, Master! Paul is Paul Arthur, and my daddy's name is Steven Arthur. They are both named after my Grandpa Art.' 'I will leave you, for now, but I may call on you again. Do not repeat what I said to you, ever! Do you understand Katherine Beatrice Longstreet? Also, if you need a shoulder to cry on, or you just want a friend, go see Ben Hamner and he will help you.' 'Yes, Master, I understand.' Boy oh boy what a mess that was. I guess I would have to do a little repair work for Katie.'Paul Arthur Longstreet! Do not speak with your mouth. Answer me only with the thoughts in your mind. I am your Master and you will address me as such, do you understand, Paul?' 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'I want you to stop molesting your sister. She is at an age where she could become pregnant. Then what would people say, knowing that she lives with only you and her father. They would think only of you two being child molesters. Do you know what happens with child molesters in prison? First they are brutally beaten and then repeatedly raped in the ass with no lube except for your own blood. First by guys with huge pricks, then everybody fucks you. They knock all of your teeth out and fuck your mouth too and make you swallow all their scummy jizz. Then, if you live beyond that, they usually cut your balls off and stuff them up your ass and let you bleed to death. Is that what you want to look forward to?' 'No, Master! I'll do anything, but please tell me what to do to avoid that punishment.' 'First apologize to your sister, second stop molesting her, and third protect her from harm. Be a big brother to her, as you should.' 'But what about my father, what about him, Master?' 'I'll be having a long conversation with him as soon as I leave you. Do you understand the things I have told you to do?' 'Yes, Master, I'll do as you say.' 'Good; because if I ever hear of you molesting another girl, or woman, I'll make sure you go to prison. It won't be pretty what happens to you! Is that clear, Paul Arthur Longstreet?' 'Yes, Master, very clear.' 'Very good, you'll forget I mentioned this to you. But you'll change your evil ways or my wrath will be brought down upon you, and your family. You need to fear me, as the Wrath of your God is gentle, compared to my ire. Your mother was taken from you suddenly, so can you be taken! I will contact you again if I need to.' I left Paul's mind and went looking for Steven. It was getting late and most of the kids were getting ready to say their goodbyes for the day with promises to be back tomorrow afternoon. I did find Steven, but he was still at work so I left him for later. I moved like I had just woken up. I joined my sisters in saying 'so-long for today and see you tomorrow' to all the kids as they left. It was about time to get supper for us kids and Mom, so we all showered and started preparing our evening meal. I hoped that Mom would have some very interesting news tonight about our planned trip to Florida. I got things together to make a casserole: potatoes, some cheese, a small onion, and I sliced up some Italian sausage really thin. I peeled and then sliced the potatoes, then sliced up an onion, very thin again, and pulled the sections apart. I layered potatoes in the bottom then the onions and sausage, added garlic powder and oregano, parsley, and some other spices. I then sprinkled on a mixture of grated Romano and Parmesan cheese, and tossed some shredded Mozzarella cheese on top of that layer. Then I laid down another layer of potatoes, and then the onions, sausage and cheeses, until the casserole was three quarters full. I added a cup of milk to the mixture, covering about half the mixture in the bowl. I topped it off with more cheese. This went into the oven at 350°, covered with aluminum foil, for about ninety minutes. Bea helped with the potatoes and Brie put the shredded cheese on the layers and on top. Once the dishes were rinsed and put into the dishwasher, Bea and Brie set the table. Then we went into the parlor, to await Mom's coming home. I had just finished coming from the pool area, after finishing my chores out there, when I heard Mom's door slam. 'Uh-oh, something went wrong at work, today, ' I thought, 'Mom, what's up? Why are you slamming doors?' 'Oh, Ben! I have to do some new project before we can leave for vacation. It's going to take too long to finish. We'll only get maybe a week, at most, to be down there in Florida. I'm so sorry.' 'Don't worry, Mom, we'll get through this. Is it anything I can help with?' 'Oh, I don't know. Jessica sprung this on me just at quitting time, and I really haven't had time to think it through, yet. We can discuss it tonight after supper. I'm not going to tell about the trip until I know we can really go.' 'Mom, go take a nice hot bath. Supper won't be ready for about another hour. Go relax and I'll call you when it's time for supper. Go relax, that's an order!' 'Yes, Master of my heart, I will do as you say. Thank you for being so understanding, Ben. You really are the man of the house, now.' As I was coming into the foyer, I spotted the girls going toward Mom's room to greet her. "Bea, Brie, please don't bother Mom, right now. She had a real hard day at work, and she needs to rest for a bit. You can go downstairs and watch TV or something, and let her rest, Ok?" "What's wrong, Bennie? Is Mommy ok?" asked a worried Britney. "Nothing is wrong, sweetie. Mommy's just had a long hard day, and her boss upset her just before she left today. I told her to take a nice long bath and relax. I'm going to bring her some wine to help her relax before her bath. You two run along. I'll get Mommy's wine." Bea came back with, "Ben you will not give Mom her wine, I'll bring it up; YOU shouldn't see Mommy in the bath!" "Bea honey, I won't see Mom in the bath, she said she would stay dressed until I came up with the wine. Besides, I need to bring it in the ice bucket, so it stays cool for her. Okay? You can even help, but no talking, okay?" "Okay, Bennie, but you can't see Mommy in the bath, that wouldn't be right." "Yes, Belinda, you are right. But I'm the man of the house, now, and some things need to be done by me. You can understand that, can't you?" "I guess so," she said dejectedly. I would have to re-enforce my command to ignore some of the things about me and Mom's relationship. I guess romantic things don't include naked bodies, or bathroom things. As we went down the stairs, I 'spoke' to Bea in a commanding tone. 'Belinda Marie Hamner, hear me but do not react to my voice. Speak only in your mind.' 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'First, when I call you in this manner, you will not react to my voice. Understood?' 'Yes, Master.' 'Good. Now, about your brother ... he is now the man of the house. When he says something to you, YOU will listen and obey. No back talk. Treat him just like you did your father, before he showed his true colors. Am I clear on that?' 'Yes, Master.' 'Also, when or if you see or hear of your brother speaking in terms of endearment for your mother, you will accept that as you would have if he was your father. There will be times when you brother and mother will be alone. They are not to be disturbed, then. Is THAT clear?' 'Yes, Master.' 'There will be times when he may see your mother without clothes, or be with her when they are both without clothes. You will ignore it and forget you ever saw anything. Is that also clear? 'Yes, Master.' 'I ask that you call me in your mind, if you see or hear something that is not clear to you. Do you understand all these things I told you?' 'Yes, Master, I understand.' 'Good. Now go play with your sister, or watch TV. 'Yes, Master.' By now we were in the butler's pantry. I opened the wine cabinet and removed a bottle of a light rosé. I then grabbed an ice bucket, and a stand. I put a dozen ice cubes in the bottom of the bucket. I then took a heavy cloth, wrapped the bottle, and set it into the ice. Lastly, I added a proper wine glass for this wine. I had learned all this from my father, when he would bring clients to the house. As a youngster, I was to serve the wine, unless we had a hired man come in to serve the clients. I became a good bartender and wine steward under my father and grandfather's tutelage. Once I was set, I went up to my mother's room and knocked. I heard a faint call of, "Come in." I entered her bedroom and heard a splash and therefore proceeded to the bathroom. There I saw my mother's head sticking out of a large amount of bubbles. I set the stand near the large garden tub and uncorked the wine. I poured a small amount into the glass for my mother and handed it to her. She swirled the liquid in the glass and then gulped it right down saying, "More, please, and leave the bottle." "Yes, mum, will there be anything else? Back scrubbed, shoulders massaged, tootsies washed?" I said in a snooty English accent, while bowing deeply. "Not at this time, James, but I will need you later for a bloody good rogering ['fucking' for those who don't know British slang.]. Now go away, so I can enjoy this fine wine you have left me." "Yes, mi'lady. I will look forward to later, when you call." We both giggled and Mom said, "You seem to always know what I need to get out of a foul mood. Thank you, Ben, for being so understanding. Even your father couldn't understand, sometimes. You run along, call me when supper is ready, or I'll get all pruney, and you won't want to even look at me with all those wrinkles." "Helen, I would lust after you if you were ninety-seven years old and looked like an underfed Shar-pei." "Get out of here you silver-tongued devil you. I need to relax ... you said so, yourself." I left my lover there in the bathroom, and went back downstairs to see what we could add, to go with the casserole. I finally decided on garlic bread. I went about fixing half a loaf of French bread and wrapped it in foil, and popped it into the oven with the casserole. It would take about 20 minutes for it to get warm, but not burn. I set a timer and also looked at the clock to gauge my time. I went into the parlor ... or, 'family room', now. It used to be a parlor, a hundred years ago. The time passed very quickly. I sent Brie up to get Mom out of the tub. I would get the wine, and the ice bucket, later. I also sent in my mind, 'Mom, Brie is coming to get you out of the tub. Supper is almost ready. Come down in your robe or better still that nice green kimono Dad got for you. I like you in that one.' 'Okay, and thank you, Bennie. You were right. I really needed that soak. I didn't even have another glass of wine. I nodded off there for a while. I think I can get through this problem at work, but I want your input, too. We'll talk after the girls go to bed.' 'Okay. See you soon, Mom.' About five minutes later, as I was putting the casserole on the table, Mom walked in the dining room in her jade green kimono. I almost dropped the dish! She looked fantastic! Her hair was combed out, and was bouncing on her shoulders, as she walked into the room. She was glowing and looked radiant in that calf length jade kimono. I could see some thigh as she walked but what was hidden, stayed hidden. I finally shut my mouth, set the casserole down, and shook myself. Then I went after the garlic bread. Mom was seated at the head of the table, when I came out from the kitchen and placed the bread on the shortened dining table. This table had seven leaves which could make it into an eighteen foot long table. We left all the leaves out for our dining, so it was just five foot by three. I was assigned the other end of the table and I dished up everyone's plate. We joined hands, Brie said grace, and we started in eating. As we were eating, Brie asked, "Mommy, are you feeling better now? Bennie said you had a bad day at work, so we let you relax. We had a good day swimming, and Bennie came up with a good game about people's names." "He did, did he? What game was that, I don't think I had ever heard of a name game before?" asked my mother, with her eyebrows arched looking straight at me. "He asked everybody what their full name was, to see if it sounded right together. Like Mary Elizabeth Stevens and John Robert Collins. They go together real nice, but Caitlyn Mosher Jamison and Carolyn Marie Swanson not so much," Brie explained. "So it was just a game to see if people's names sounded good together? That is some new game Ben came up with." "Yeah, but Mommy, my name didn't sound right. Britney Alice doesn't sound like the others. How come my middle name is Alice, Mommy?" "Sweetheart, my mother's name was Alice. You didn't get to know her, Brie. She died before you were born," she said, a little misty eyed. Brie caught the sadness in Mom's voice, and saw the single tear roll down Mom's face. Brie rushed over to Mom and hugged her and said, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't know grandma's name was Alice. I like my name, now. Thank you, Mommy, for naming me after Grandma Phillips. I'm so sorry I made you cry, too, Mommy." "Nonsense, Brie, I wasn't crying because of you. I was crying because I lost my parents way too early, first my mother to cancer, and my daddy two years later to a heart attack. It's not your fault, at all. Sometimes I just get really sad when I think about them not even getting knowing you three very well. I think Ben was only two when Grandma Alice died. Bea, you were only about two when Grandpa Henry died. Brie, you were only just a year old, then. Now, this was such a good supper, that I think you two girls could stay up a little longer. You are getting to be older, now ... but this is only during the summer, okay?" That made a world of difference to Brie and to Bea. Bea was getting sad, too, and this kind of cured that downer. I stood and said, "Mom, I will do the dishes tonight. You go relax with the girls. We can talk later about your problem at work. I may be able to help if there is any research on the computer to do." "Oh, thank you, Ben. I think there will be a lot of research to do. Maybe this will not be as bad as I originally thought. We can talk about this, later, and thank you for offering to do all the dishes." "It's not a problem, Mom. I did most of the mess making, it's only right I get to clean it up." "That casserole was very good, Ben. What made you think to do two different cheeses and the sausage? They really worked well together." "I just thought that scalloped potatoes sounded a little boring, and I wanted to fix you something a little different tonight. I had hoped that everyone would like it. Bea and Brie helped fix it, too." I left with some of the dishes, then, and the ladies retired to the parlor. We had enough of the casserole left over for another meal, so I put it in a plastic dish, sealed it tight, and put it in the fridge. Then I rinsed all the dishes off, and loaded them into the dishwasher. I never will understand why we have to almost wash all the dishes, before we put them into the dishwasher. I went upstairs and brought back the wine, the ice bucket and the wine glass. I re-corked the wine, upstairs, so I wouldn't spill anything. Then I put everything away. I went into the family room to see Brie and Bea busy watching the Discovery Channel, while Mom was fast asleep in her recliner. I motioned the girls to turn the sound down on the TV, and come into the den with me. We could watch TV, there. I wanted Mom to rest as much as possible. At about nine PM I told the girls it was time for bed. There were no arguments as they were tired from swimming, and being in the sun all day. I kissed them goodnight and told them Mom would come by when she woke up. They went upstairs without much noise. I cleaned up the den, turned the TV off, and then went into the parlor. I watched Mom for a few minutes as she slept. I could not get over just how beautiful she was. Why on earth did my dad go chasing after younger women, when he had this beauty right here at home? I walked over to give her a little kiss, but I was the one surprised. After a simple little kiss on Mom's lips, her arms came up and hugged me to her. Her kiss became another one of those scorchers, making me instantly as stiff as a board. Within seconds we were both moaning into each other's mouths, and swapping spit with our tongues. Mom turned the heat up and I could feel my toes curling. Helen caught one of my hands, shoved it between her opened legs, and pushed my fingers toward her fiery furnace. I didn't need any encouragement. My fingers played in her garden as the kiss intensified. I thought the top of my head would blow off with the passion and heat we were generating. Then we settled down some on the intensity. As I fondled my mother's goodies, she was unzipping my shorts. She was trying desperately to unleash my steel rod from my shorts. She was having some difficulty extracting my penis from my shorts, so she unsnapped the top and shoved my shorts down, only to be caught by the edge of the chair arm. I arched my body to get away from the recliner's arm, and my shorts fell to a tangle at my feet. Now my t-shirt was in the way, and I quickly removed it, leaving her pussy only momentarily. I threw the shirt off my arm and to the floor. Still kissing passionately, Mom spread her legs and pulled my hips and ass closer to her open flower. I climbed onto the recliner with my lover and she slotted me home. One heave by both of us, and I sank to the bottom of her well. Once impaled on my shaft, my mother's body shivered and shook as an orgasm streaked through her whole body. For me, it felt like I had just shoved my prick into a light socket that was turned on; and yet, it wasn't painful. It was exciting, electric, and so, so right. We made slow and sweet love there on the recliner. It felt like I could do this all night, but it really was only about fifteen minutes until the urge to go faster overtook both of us. Our overheated bodies slammed into each other with a force that I was sure would leave bruises. Then I could feel my balls tightening in their sack. Before I knew it, I was hosing my lover's insides. I was hoping that my sperm would reach an egg, and start the reproductive cycle all over again, but I knew in my mind that this was not possible. I was pretty sure Mom was either on the pill or had had her tubes tied after Britney. I finally levered myself out of the recliner, and then helped my mother out as well. We went upstairs to her bathroom and cleaned ourselves up. Then we headed for my room, and my computer. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 7 Mom sat in my desk chair, and I sat on the bed. "Okay, Mom, what is this project all about?" "It seems that they have this new program over in Texas, and it's starting in Oklahoma, too. They are trying to hire military veterans, especially handicapped ones. Jessica wants me to come up with a program to do that here, and to head it up, too. With El Dorado being the largest city in the six county area, we would be tasked to do the pilot program for the state." "But ... Mom, why you guys? You're just a temp agency. Shouldn't this be set up by the state, and not by your bunch?" "It probably should have been assigned to them, as they have most all of the information we will need. I think Jessica volunteered us at that conference last week, up in Little Rock, with the state board of temporary employment agencies. She thinks that if we can pull this off, that she can then have some clout to open agencies all over the state. She certainly has an office in each of the surrounding six counties. Some of them are kinda small, but she has them. "Now, here's the program that Texas is using. They get some kind of report of all the military veterans, and then run it against some federal report that shows mean income for those names. Then they try to match the ones in the lowest income brackets, with available jobs. They try to get every veteran a job making at least two to three times minimum wage, or about thirty thousand a year. "For a family like us, with three children under eighteen, and a total of four in the family, the poverty threshold is less than twenty-two thousand dollars a year. That works out to about $10.50 an hour; with the federal minimum wage set at $7.25 an hour. How can you achieve that? That doesn't take into account food service workers, like waiters and waitresses. They can be paid even lower than minimum wage. The employers get away with it, because they consider fifteen percent tips as a part of their wage, even if they never receive a single penny as a tip. "Anyway, they want us to find all these veterans, and see if we can match them up with higher paying jobs. I mean, it's a great idea, but how can we implement something like that from a temp agency?" "Okay, Mom; how, or from whom, are you supposed to get the information about who all the veterans are, in our area?" "I think the Department of Veterans Affairs is supposed to have that information, but I don't know if they can give out that information to an agency like ours." "Okay, Mom, here is what I'd recommend you do. Tomorrow, you call the veteran's affairs people, and see if they will release that information to you. Make sure you let them know you are recording the conversation, so you can make sure nothing gets missed or turned around. Oh, make sure you do record ALL of your conversations. "Then get with the state comptroller, and ask if they will give you a list of anyone drawing a state disability paycheck, who is a veteran. Then you will go to the federal level, for the same information. See if they will release any information to you. If not then go back to Jessica. Tell her that this has to be a state matter, as the agencies will not release the information that you need to create this new program. That way, it is back in Jessica's lap, not yours. "Besides, you really don't have to work so we can survive; though I know you want to be busy, and make a difference. Maybe you can quit the agency, and start your own business doing something useful." Mom came over to me and hugged me and said, "Oh, Ben, you are so smart. That is exactly what I will do. If Jessica gets huffy, I will just quit. I know too many of the employers, now. Jessica hardly ever does any calls with them anymore. She would really start hurting without me there to smooth the way for people to get to working. I'll do it! Thanks, my man of the house. "I need to be fresh and alert in the morning, so you sleep in here, tonight, so I can be ready to slay the dreaded dragoness in the morning." Mom kissed me and hugged me one last time, then got up off the bed and left my room. I felt lonely already but I completely understood. I got ready, and fell into bed, and tried to sleep. Monday, June 6th, 2011 I tossed and turned all night, getting little sleep. I first talked ... well, commanded, really ... that Steven Arthur Longstreet leave his daughter alone. I think I put the fear of a vengeful God into his head. I did manage to fall asleep sometime around five. I was awakened by a knock on my door. As tired and sleepy as I was, I just groaned out, "Come in," not realizing that the covers were off, and I was on my back with a full bore piss hard on. "Well! Have you been thinking of me already this morning, Ben?" "Wh ... what? Yes. Errr, no. Uhh ... I'm not sure, yet. I'm still half asleep." I glanced at my clock: 7:05. Huh? Why is Mom up and dressed so early? "Ben, please get dressed. Then you need to make breakfast for the girls, this morning. I'm leaving a little early. I need to get everything we discussed last night, onto my computer, so I can go back to Jessica with the results. I want to nip this in the bud, right away, so we can take our vacation. I will call you to let you know how things work out. After this little screw-up of hers, I think we will take that three week vacation ... no, maybe a whole month off." Mom came over to me and kissed me goodbye and headed toward the door. "Remember to get dressed before the girls see you like that," she said pointing to my waving shaft. "Yeah, Mom, okay. I'm going to the bathroom, now, so don't worry. Bye. Love you." "Me too, you," Mom said as she closed the door. I went into the bathroom and relieved the pressure on my bladder. Then I crawled back into bed, pulled the sheet back over myself, and went right back to sleep. I woke up when I felt the bed shaking, I cracked one eye open. I looked up to see a blurry looking Brie, standing by the bed. "Bennie, it's time to get up." I started to rise, then realized that I was still naked, and on my back. I had been dreaming about someone giving me a hand job. I realized that my dick was hard, and then seeing Brie there somehow triggered my ejaculation. It spat jism up on my chest and stomach and I immediately looked at Brie. Her eyes went wide, and her hand flew to her mouth. She ran for the door and out of my room, leaving the door wide open. Just the thought of how perverted this was, almost left me still hard. However, I had shot my load, and it was flagging rapidly. Especially now that the enormity of the situation hit me. Brie had seen me naked, then she saw my cock hard, and then she saw it squirt. She was going to be so confused. I struggled to get up, without messing up my bed with all my cream running all over. I did manage by holding my hand at my upper groin area to catch most of the runny sperm trying to run down my chest. I immediately turned on my shower and waited for the warm water. It didn't take long after the water was warm, for me to wash away all evidence of my scummy cum from my chest and belly, as well as clear out the cobwebs of my brain. I gently washed my deflated rod, and finished up cleaning the rest of me. I then dressed in a swim suit, shorts and a t-shirt, and went downstairs. Brie wouldn't look me in the eye. Every time I looked at her, she looked away and blushed. As I sat down to start on my cereal, I called her over to me. I turned in my seat, so that I had her standing between my legs. I felt her forehead with the back of my hand. "You don't feel hot to me. I hope you're not coming down with something," I said to her. "Oh, no, Bennie. I'm all right, I guess. Maybe I'm still a little tired." "Okay, Brie, but you check with me before you go in swimming this morning, or later. You promise me you are all right?" "I'm sure, Bennie. I'm just tired, that's all." I had noticed two bowls in the sink, soaking, so I knew that both Brie and Bea had had their breakfast already. I said, "Why don't you go lie down on the couch? You can watch TV for a while, and rest. Okay, Sweety?" I tried to look into her mind to see what was going on, but all I saw was confusion and turmoil. She had been curious, and then turned on, and then horrified at seeing me naked. I tried to soothe over some of her rough feelings, but this was all new to me. I didn't know what to do, or how, so I left her mind. I would have to let her work it out. I did leave a suggestion for her to talk to Mom about all this, and see if Mom could help out. About ten we got a phone call from Mom. "Ben, we were right. The Feds won't give me anything, and the state just asked why I wanted the information. They said it was not my place to be asking about this. I asked them if I could record the conversation so I could let my boss know just exactly what their responses were. I explained that I was just inquiring, as my boss was the one needing the information to try to create a new program to help veterans. They said that was nice and all, but that all that was a state and federal level program, not local. Although, once the veterans were identified, then it would come down to the local level to match jobs to their skills. "So then I took all this information and the tape to Jessica and said I couldn't get the information and that we shouldn't even be involved. She blustered a bit, and I played her the tape. Then she said, 'Thank you, Helen. That will be all.' I left. She got on the phone to someone, and all of a sudden she came back to me and apologized for the way she had acted. Then I hit her with the three week vacation and she said to take a month off, as I deserved it. I told her I would let her know when I would take it, as I needed to see when I could make reservations. I can't believe she did that. I think whoever she was on the phone with, read her the riot act, and told her to mind her own business." "That's great, Mom. So, have you made plans, yet?" "No, not yet. I'm going to call them next and see about a schedule. Even Jessica said she thought the plan you had worked out for us would be good for everyone. She said she wanted a copy of the one week plan, so she could take some time off, too. Isn't that wonderful, Ben? Oh, I'm so happy right now. Thank you for last night ... you know, for helping me understand all this stuff about veterans. It sure made things so much easier, this morning. I gotta go, now, my other line is ringing. Bye, Love you." The girls wanted to know what was going on, so I explained about last night. I told them that Mom and I had worked things out for her problem at work, and that now everything was cool. "Okay?" Bea said, "Okay, can I go to Shelby's until lunch time? Pleeeeeeease?" "Okay, but you come right back here by noon, for lunch. Then we can go swimming again, this afternoon." "Okay, Bennie. See ya." She raced out the back door to get her bicycle, to ride over to Shelby's house. It was four houses down the hill, towards town. Brie sulked into the family room and sat, deep in thought, on the couch. I had the feeling that she was still confused. I was sitting on the loveseat and I asked, "Brie is there something wrong? You seem to be troubled by something today. You know you can always talk to mom or me about anything that is bothering you. You can tell me anything at all, I don't care what it is about. If I don't know the answer, I can always look it up, and tell you what I find. I mean it. You can talk to me about anything. "Is it about school, or about one of your friends? I won't tell anyone else about what's bothering you, unless you want me to. Okay?" "Bennie, it's about naughty things ... you know, sex stuff." "That's okay, Brie. I know a lot about that sex stuff. I've had two classes on it. I know a lot more, too, because I looked it up." "But, Bennie ... I did something, and now I'm scared. "Come here, Brie. Sit on my lap, and tell me all about it. We will get this all worked out, okay?" Slowly, Brie came over to me. I opened my arms and let her crawl up into my lap. I moved slightly, so that I could sit on the end of the sofa, and have her legs stretched out along the seat. I held her head on my chest, so she would feel the love I had for her. When Britney was much younger, she would sit with Dad like this. Since we had found out what a bastard he was, she had gravitated to me. She always said she felt safe in my arms, and that no one could ever hurt her there. I told her, as I stroked her hair, that I would always love her and protect her if she allowed it. I told her that nothing she could ever do or say would make me love her any less than I loved her right now. That got her to crying and I soothed her hair and gently rocked her, holding her tight and telling her things would all work out in the end. We had stayed like that for about twenty minutes when she pushed back off my chest and said, "Do you really mean that, Bennie? You love me no matter what, and nothing I can say or do would change that?" "Of course, sweetheart! You are my baby sister and nothing will ever change that, no matter what it is. Why, Brie! You have me worried, now! What could be so bad you can't or won't tell me about it?" Brie confessed that I had most of the covers off of my body when she came in to wake me. When she shook the bed I rolled over and my cock was exposed. As she shook the bed my cock flopped back and forth and started to get hard. She had never seen something like that, so she naturally touched it and, because of the dream I was having at the time I guess, I really got hard, and her hand was still on my dick. Then suddenly I just arched off of the bed, and shot my load all over myself. So, she had come up to wake me, found me naked, and she was curious. But, she kept saying that she was sorry for hurting me this morning. I asked, "When did you hurt me this morning? I'm not hurt. At least, I don't think I am." "Bennie when I was touching your thingy, it was all hard but soft at the same time. Then this white stuff squirted out of it, and you moaned real loud. I got scared and ran from your room. I thought I had really hurt you bad, to make that stuff come out of you like that. I'm so sorry Bennie! I promise I will never do that again, ever. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!" I giggled a little and then I said, "Brie, honey, you didn't hurt me, in fact you made me feel so wonderful. When a boy or a man gets to feeling really good sexually, his penis, that's my thingy, gets hard and then it squirts the white stuff out the end, that's called sperm. That is what helps make babies inside a woman. The woman or girl has an egg that drops into a place inside her tummy (it's called her 'womb'), and it hangs around in there for about two weeks. If no sperm comes in to mix with it, it drops out and is flushed away with the blood from her period. Mom has told you about this bleeding every month right?" "Yeah, she told me that I shouldn't be worried if it happened pretty soon. So that means that if I was bleeding like Bea and Momma do every month, that if I got some of that white stuff on me that I could have a baby?" "No, sweetie. It would have to go inside you, from where you bleed from, for it to make a baby in you." "You mean that big peenie thingy would have to go up inside me? It would never fit. That thing was so huge I could never fit it inside me. I'm not sure Mom could get that thing inside her. It's huge, Bennie." "Brie, honey, remember that Dad had to put his thing inside Mom at least three times for him and her to make us. But, I'm sure they did it a lot more that just three times, 'cause it just feels so really, really great to do that." "You mean that you've done that before with a girl???" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have done it more than once with a girl ... er woman ... er a female. It fit just fine, each time. But you are right. I might be too big for you because you're so much younger than me." "Who did you do that with Bennie, was it Vicky?" "Vicky who? I mean I know a Vicky, Victoria Sterling, but I never ... ah ... did it with her." "This morning you said, 'Vicky!' and then that stuff came out of you. I just figured that was one of your girlfriends and you had done that with her. So if it wasn't with Vicky, then who?" "Britney Alice Hamner, a gentleman never tells who he is doing things with. It would ruin a girl's reputation if someone found out she would do those things. People would think she was a very bad girl because of that. I'd never tell who I did those things with. I might mention that I had done them, just not with whom. That is what a gentleman does, and that is what Mom and Dad always wanted me to be." "That means that you'd never tell what I did this morning then, wouldn't it." "Yes, Brie, that's right. I would never tell anyone what happened this morning. In fact, if you had not moped around here this morning, I never would have known what did happen. I'm still little shocked that you'd do that, but I also understand why you did it. Don't be afraid to ask me any questions you need answered. If I can't answer it, or you are too embarrassed, ask Mom. She'll answer anything, too. Okay? Are you feeling better now?" "Thanks, Bennie," she said. She reached up and grabbed my face and kissed me square on the lips as she added, "I love you, too, and I'm so glad I didn't hurt you this morning." Britney went back to watching TV, and I left to go into the big kitchen. I went by way of the old servant's quarters, downstairs, to the half bath under the stairs. I locked the door, dropped my shorts and swim suit, and sat on the toilet. I proceeded to jack off, relieving the pressure that had built up from talking with Brie. It didn't take but about thirty seconds for me to reach my limit. I quickly shoved my rampant rod into the toilet and blasted off several strong bursts of semen into the oval porcelain bowl. It took a minute for me to compose and redress myself. I washed my hands and face with cold water, and tried to calm down. Why did my sister talking about touching me fluster me so much? I mean, I had my mom as a sexual partner. I could, with the power of the ring, make just about any girl or woman do what I wanted. Why would my eleven year-old sister make me so horny? It had to be the story she told. It was 'forbidden', and yet kind of sexy, too. Was I some kind of pervert who liked kids? What was wrong with me? Or was it the power of the ring? Was that why I was thinking these thoughts about my sisters? I needed to rein back on those thoughts. I had a lover, someone who would and could take care of all my needs. I didn't need to look further for satisfaction, especially within my own family. I had to nip these thoughts in the bud, right now. I would never mess with my sisters. For that matter, I would never mess with anyone who lived around here. That was just much too much. I had to blame this on the ring, because I would not normally look at either my sisters or someone much younger than I for sexual gratification. But then, too, I may have lusted in my mind about my mom. I think every young boy does that, at some time in their adolescent years. It's only natural, I mean she is the woman you most associate with, you see her in all states of dress and all moods. So, she is the one figure you run to when in need. Remember, she kissed your boo-boos away, and held you when you were scared. She nurtured you when you were sick. So why not look to her first, as a possible sex partner, especially if there was no other man around? Wow, the power of the ring was pretty huge. That power, once in your mind, wanted to be fed. Maybe that was it. Maybe the ring needed to be fed emotions for it to keep going and provide that power. So maybe the ring is what is making me act so weird. I remember reading that the wearers of the ring kept doing outrageous things. Maybe that was so the ring could be fed the power that it needs to both control its wearer and to control others. Man that is some real heavy shit. I will definitely have to watch myself, and keep this awesome power in check. I just hope I am up to the task. ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 8 Now that my insight into the actual power of the ring, as I perceived it, was settled; I started to fix lunch. I had planned on just sandwiches, but then I thought that it would be a great treat for Brie, to fix her favorite lunch: macaroni and cheese with Spam. Why she liked it, I have no idea, but she did. Mom would keep the fixings in the pantry for this dish, just so Brie could have it. The funny thing was, that after about three or four times, I started to like it myself. Of course, Bea abhorred the dish. I fixed a ham, turkey, and Swiss cheese sandwich on rye, just for her. Bea thought that we were too high class for such a 'working class' dish. As far as Bea was concerned, only dirty and grubby people ate Spam in anything. Bea did like homemade mac and cheese, though. You know, the baked kind, with several shredded cheeses in the mix: cheddar, Romano, and Colby. Then you add cream of celery soup, pepper, and then crumble saltine crackers and more cheese over the top, and bake. Well, we all liked that one! Anyway, I started the macaroni, and then put some milk and shredded cheese in a pan with some salsa. I brought it to a boil, and then turned it down. It would simmer until all the cheese had melted. In the meantime I opened a can of Spam, diced it up, and put it on a plate. Once the macaroni had boiled for a full six minutes, I added the Spam, and let it boil another four minutes. I then drained and rinsed the pasta and Spam mixture, and put it in a big bowl. By then, the cheese had all melted. I poured it over the top, and stirred it up with a spoon. Lunch was now ready. I called Brie in for lunch, and dished a fairly large plateful for her and myself. It was now noon, and I was wondering where Bea was. I had wrapped her sandwich, and put it in the fridge for her, for when she got home. Somehow, I knew she would be late. Brie came into the kitchen, and saw her meal. She ran to me, and I bent down a little. She hugged me so tightly that I thought she would break one of my ribs! I lifted her up, and she kissed me on the mouth and said, "You do still love me, don't you Bennie?" "Of course I love you. I always have, and I always will, no matter what. Even if you grow up to be a snotty sister like someone else we know." "Oh, Bennie, Bea is not always a snotty sister ... but she can be a real meanie, sometimes. But most of the time she is a nice sister, huh?" About this time Bea came in the back door, huffing and puffing. "Oh, no, I don't want that stuff, again. Can't I have something else?" "Well, Miss Smarty Pants, I did make something for you, but you're late. You will have to eat a cold sandwich, instead of a nice hot plate of Mac and Cheese. Your sandwich is in the fridge." "How come Brie gets her favorite lunch, and I don't get mine! I'm going to tell MOM! I'm going to call her right now." "Okay, Miss 'I'm better than everyone else'... tell me then, what is your favorite lunch meal?" "You know what it is! I love that thick sliced ham and turkey with Swiss cheese and mustard, on that good rye bread. Why didn't you make that for me, Bennie?" "Well, before you start all that complaining you might want to check the fridge for your lunch, it's on the second shelf. And here are some chips to go with that old cold sandwich I made for you, that you apparently don't want." Bea stomped to the refrigerator and opened the door. She grabbed the sandwich plate I had made for her, almost tossing the dill pickle spear off the plate, to the floor. She marched over to the kitchen table and put her plate down hard. I thought she would break the plate she slammed it down so hard. Then she unwrapped the aluminum foil from the plate. She stood there staring at the plate of ham, turkey and mustard on rye with not one, but two slices of baby Swiss cheese. Suddenly she was in my lap, crying against my chest. "Benn ... Bennie, you made me my favorite. Wh ... why didn't you say something? I'm so ss ... sorry I was so mean, but Shelly was being very mean to me, and I ... I'm sorry Bennie, I love you, and I'm sorry I yelled at you, and Brie. Can you guys ever forgive me?" "Of course we can, Bea, that's what 'family' does for each other. We love each other, and we forgive each other, even when things go wrong. Now, our Mac and Cheese is getting cold, and your sandwich is waiting for you. So go apologize to your sister, and then eat your lunch, okay?" Bea hugged me, kissed me on the mouth again, and got down. "Okay, Bennie. I love you guys so much. Britney, I'm so sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry I don't like that pretend meat, but I just don't like it. I know you do like it, and I'm sorry I teased you about it. I will try to be a better sister, okay?" Brie hugged her sister and all in one breath said, "That's what a family does, we love our family no matter what they do or say to us, and yes I forgive you, but you better start being a better sister, or I'll ask Bennie to never make your favorite lunch again, okay?" "I promise both of you that I will try to be a better sister. Now let's eat." As I sat there eating lunch, a thought hit me. We hadn't discussed going to Disney World. I would make sure we brought up that little bit of news at the supper table, tonight. We finished eating and I told the girls, "For now, you need to get your swim suits on to be ready for swimming, in an hour. Also, remind me I need to talk to Mom about that surprise we spoke of, the other day. Now go change, and then settle down. Either read or watch a movie. I'll get the kitchen cleaned up, and start our supper thawing." "What are we having, not that casserole again. I mean, it was good, but we just had it last night," complained Bea. "Now, Bea, what did we just say about you being a nicer sister?" "Yes, Bennie," she answered dejectedly. "No, I was not going to fix that tonight, that will probably be for tomorrow night. I was thinking about a roast for tonight. There is a nice pork roast in the freezer. I'm going to take it out and put it in the crock pot. Then, when we finish swimming, I can add the potatoes, onions and carrots. Is that up to your high standards, Ma'am?" I said as I bowed an exaggerated bow. "Well, I guess so," Bea said. Then she added, "Bennie, can we have some peas in butter, and some applesauce, too, please?" "Let me see if we have some peas in the freezer. You go check the pantry to see if we even have any applesauce, okay?" Bea left the kitchen and I checked the big walk-in freezer, where I found some frozen peas. I put them in the freezer of the fridge, and Brie brought me two cans of applesauce. I put them in the fridge, too. "Okay! Satisfied, kiddo?" I saw a head nod and I said, "Now off with you! Go change for swimming." Brie took off like a shot. I put the roast in the pot, and added some water, and turned it on to auto-shift: it would heat up on 'high' at first. Then, after an hour, it would drop down to 'low cook'. I looked at the clock, and thought that I might want to leave it on high until maybe three, and then turn it down. It was already 12:45 PM and one hour on high wouldn't allow enough cooking time for a frozen roast. Well, I supposed I needed to get the pool ready for the gang. It would be hard making sure they let their lunch settle before they went swimming ... but, we're kids, that's what we do, right? I started to go up to change, and realized I already had my suit on under my shorts. So I took off my shorts, and went out to the pool to check it out. I checked the Ph, the filter, and the water temperature. Then I scanned the pool for any leaves, or other stuff in the pool. I saw something shiny in the deep end of the pool, so I dove down and found a door key. I brought it back up, and put it on one of the tables around the pool's edge. I rearranged a couple of the loungers and chairs so they would be out of the way, yet still accessible. Then I went into the pool house. I got some big fluffy towels, and put them on a table that had an umbrella for shade. My chore, every day, was to take the dirty towels and run them through the washer & dryer in the pool house. We had a large commercial washer and dryer in an alcove of the lounge area. The dryer was vented out through the roof, with a three stage filter in the vent pipe. The filters had to be emptied after every load. I would usually do this, after everyone left for the day, and before I fixed supper for us. Usually, there weren't many towels used, unless the girls decided to sunbathe. Then, with all the sunscreen, I had to run those through the wash at least once. Everything was ready, and soon kids started showing up. It became controlled chaos, again. It was the same bunch as yesterday: Mary Lou, Cindi, 3M, Carol, Mary Beth, Katie, Caitlyn, Ken, Gary, Brandon and Jack. There were the three of us there, too, of course. There were some in the pool, and some jumping in ... mainly Gary, Brandon, and Jack were trying to do cannonballs to get the girls all soaked. After about fifteen to twenty minutes, Katie came over to where I was sitting at a table. I was just watching the fun. "Bennie, can we go somewhere, and talk, privately?" "Sure, Katie, is something wrong? Here let's go into the pool house lounge, okay? Or would you rather go in the house, where it is more private?" "I think we should go into the house. This is very private, okay?" "Sure thing, Katie. Let me speak to Ken, so he can watch over everything. You go on thru the kitchen, and I'll join you there." "Okay, Bennie." I had a really good idea as to what she wanted to talk to me about, but I wouldn't know for sure until she told me. I found Ken. He was swimming and talking to Caitlyn. "Ken, I need to go into the house for a while. Something I ate, I think, and I don't want to take up space in the pool house. Can you watch over things 'till I get back?" "Sure, Ben, no problem. I think the house is a good idea, too." He winked as I left kind of holding my stomach as I ran to the house. I did some pretty good acting as Bea asked as I passed her if I was all right. I said I was, really, but that I just had to go. That stopped any more questions, as I made my escape. I went into the kitchen, but no Katie. "Katie, where are you?" I heard a noise in the butler's pantry, and went in there. Katie was behind the big china cabinet there. She ran to me, and hugged me so tightly I thought I would bust. I steered Katie into the old servant's quarters, and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, there. I wrapped her in it, and had her sit on one of the straight chairs there. "Now, Katie, what is this all about? You wanted to talk to me about something very private, and it seems to be upsetting you very much. Now you listen to what I say. Unless I absolutely have to tell, to save your life, I will never tell anyone what you say to me. Okay?" "You promise, Bennie? You promise to never tell anyone about this? You have to promise me, okay?" "Katie, I promise, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. I even 'Boy Scout promise' to never tell anyone what you say to me, unless you are in danger of dying. Can you accept that? Because if telling someone would save you from being dead, then I will have to tell." There was a couch in this room. We kind of used these two rooms as a 'get away from everything' room. There was no radio, no TV, and no phone; just the intercom. The bedroom was used as a huge storage room. There were boxes on top of boxes, stored in there. We had moved stuff in there when we'd had the attic insulated, several years ago, and it never seemed to get back up the stairs. The living area had a couch, and a couple of old wingback chairs. There was also a small dining table, which was cluttered with more boxes. There was an old rocking chair, that we think came from the first owner. It was huge. There are the extra dining room chairs, and one of these was where I placed Katie. I pulled one of the other chairs next to hers, and opened my arms. She crawled onto my lap. She was not big; five foot, compared to my five-seven at the time. So I cuddled her in my arms, and let her cry. Finally, she cried herself out, and started to speak. "Bennie, my brother Paul, and my Daddy have been messing with me since just after my momma died. At first it was just tickles, and then touching me in places Momma said nobody should touch me ... but it was Paul and my daddy doing it, so I guess I thought it was okay. Anyway, after Momma died, Daddy moved me into his bedroom. I slept in his bed and he did things to me. He told me I was the woman of the house, now, and I had to do the things momma did for him. He made me suck his thingy ... you know, his cock ... and he stuck it into me, in my hole, down there. Oh, Bennie! I know I am such a bad girl for letting him do those things to me, but he's my daddy. Paul wanted me, too." This was all said between sobs and crying bouts. "Katie, sweetie, is this still going on? How can I help, do you want to live here, what can I do to help?" "Bennie, last night my father and brother got on their knees and begged for my forgiveness. They promised me they would never do anything like that again. Then, this morning, Daddy came into my bedroom. He touched me, and then he fell to the floor, screaming. He said 'Please, no more! I beg your forgiveness, Katie honey! Please, PLEASE forgive me!' I told him I forgave him, and he was all right, then. I don't know what happened to him. I asked him what was wrong but he said it was nothing. He said that I was to get up, and have some breakfast. Paul had come into my room too and was ready to fight Daddy, but he saw everything was all right. I don't know what is happening to Daddy, or what made him cry out like that! I'm so scared, Bennie! Someone told me to talk to you, and you would help me. Please tell me I'm not going crazy, Bennie." She broke into huge sobs. I held her and let her cry it out. I stroked her hair and back, and let her unload all her troubles. I said soothing words to her, telling her I would see what I could do to fix this problem. I asked her if she wanted her Daddy go to jail for what he did to her, but she just cried harder. She said she didn't want to lose him, too, after losing her mother. I soothed her, and calmed her fears, and she fell asleep in my arms. While she was sleeping I called on Steven. 'Steven Arthur Longstreet, do you hear me? Do not do anything unusual. Go find a quiet place so we can talk, and not interfere with your work. Are you near a restroom? If so, go there now.' Steven was in his office. He told a clerk where he was going, and he left for the men's room. Once there he went into a stall, and I continued. 'Steven, you are frightening your daughter too much. I must alter your response to your urges. From now on, when you feel those urges, you will remove yourself from the situation. You will excuse yourself, and go to a safe and private space. There you will experience a minimum of twenty seconds of hell. This will continue until you no longer feel these urges. Now, SLAVE, those twenty seconds will continue to be compounded, each and every time you feel the urge. The next time will be forty seconds, and each time afterwards will add twenty more seconds of agony to your sentence. Do you understand me clearly, now, Slave?' 'Yes, Master, I understand perfectly.' 'Good. Now go back to work. Remember now that the next time it will be not twenty seconds, but forty seconds, for your penance.' I lifted Katie, and placed her on the couch. I found an afghan to cover her, and went back out to the pool. I left a tendril of my mind to watch over her. I would have to think about what I had done. I would try to explain myself, to myself, to my own satisfaction. I didn't know I had such violence within me. I really should discuss this with my mother, but I'm not sure she would let things go without turning Steven and Paul in, to the authorities. Myself, I didn't see what good that would do for poor Katie. That would force her into Child Protective Services (CPS), and who knows where she would end up. It might even end up worse for her there, as she would have no one to protect her. This is one dilemma that I would have to work out on my own. I thanked Ken for watching out for everyone for me, and he came back with, "Everything come out all right for you, or did you have to finger it out for yourself?" "Ha, ha! That's so funny I forgot to laugh. Let me remember it for your next time, Ken." He walked up to me and said, "Hey, I'm sorry, buddy. I just remembered the last time I had that. It wasn't so funny at all. Again, sorry, Buddy." I figured to leave it at that. I did go over to Bea and asked her, "Would you go see if Katie needs anything? I saw her go into the house a while ago. I think I heard her in the extra store room by the kitchen, when I went to the bathroom." "Sure, Bennie, I hope she's all right." "I'm sure she is, but I don't like her being alone if she's ... you know ... started her girl thing." Bea had started her monthlies just a few months ago so she understood. Bea left, and I quickly entered Katie's mind. 'Katherine Beatrice Longstreet, Bea Hamner is coming to see about you. Do not tell her about your family problem. Reassure her that you are fine. You just had a headache, and now that you have had a lie-down for a while, you are feeling better.' 'Yes, Master, thank you. Bennie has helped me a lot. Thank you for letting me know I could talk to him. He is very nice.' 'That is why I sent you to him. Goodbye for now. You can call me when you need me, or you can talk to young Ben.' 'Thank you again, Master.' Wow, the trials and tribulations of families. I called upon Paul, now. 'Paul Arthur Longstreet, do nothing unusual right now, but if you are able, I want to talk to you about your family.' 'Master, I am alone playing a computer game. There, I can talk, now. What is it you wish of me, Master?' 'I am very glad to see that you tried to come to the aid of your sister, this morning, when your father tried to touch her. Because his desire for her is great, I have given him some additional punishment that should cure him. I must ask, though, if you are having any difficulties in curbing your desire for your sister.' 'No, Master. Your talk with me yesterday, has made it very clear to me what my fate would be if I approached her again. This was reinforced this morning, with my father's punishment. He told me some of what he was going through. Please, Master, I have learned my lesson. I will always protect my sister from my father and myself. I would never like to go through the agony that my father spoke of today.' 'That is excellent, Paul, I can see the desire was not as strong in you, as it was in your father. That is why he is being treated in his way, and you in yours. However, if you ever slip, I will know. My wrath will be severe and quick! Do I make myself clear to you, SLAVE?' 'Yes, Master, that is very clear to me. I promise to always protect Katie, and I will never touch her in that way again. This I promise, on fear of death.' 'Very good, Paul. You may go back to your game. Remember, I am always watching you.' 'Yes, Master.' Before I left his brain, I left him a suggestion of being in a jail cell, and a guy with a ten inch dick ramming him up his ass. This would be triggered by his actual abuse of Katie, or any other girl. It would not appear until then. I saw Bea and Katie come out of the house, a little later. Bea came over and said, "Katie had a headache and had to lie down, but she is feeling much better, now. But, Bennie, I think she had been crying, before. Her eyes are kind of red. You might want to talk to her, she won't tell me anything." "Okay, Bea. Thanks for checking on her for me. I'll see if she'll talk with me." Katie was in the pool, swimming, so I joined her. I came up beside her and asked if she felt better, now. "Oh, Bennie, I feel much better now after our talk, and my nap. Bea came to me, and asked if I had started my period. I told her it was just a headache, but I don't think she believed me." "No, Katie, she knew you had been crying. Just let her know that you were suddenly feeling the loss of your mother. I'm sure she would understand that. Okay?" "Thank you, Bennie, you are a great help to me. I know your sisters think so, too." I swam some more, and then I went into the house to check on the roast. I had to add some more water, but it was coming along nicely. I went back outside, and watched the fun in the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 9 Tuesday Evening, June 7th, 2011 At 4:30 PM, everyone began saying their goodbyes. Bea and Brie helped me round up all the used towels. I put them in the washer and checked the pool again. The key was gone from the table, so I hoped that whoever had lost it, took it back home with them. I went into the kitchen, and peeled the potatoes and carrots. I chopped them up and put them in with the roast. I also dumped the peas in a pot, too. Then I went upstairs to change and take a shower. I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and went back to the pool house, to put the towels in the dryer. Then it was back to the kitchen to check on the roast. It was coming along nicely. By the time Mom came home, I was out in the pool house folding the towels and getting them ready for tomorrow. I came into the kitchen, and the room smelled wonderful. I walked into the dining room, and was tackled by two young females. Brie and Bea were hugging me to death. "Whoa, girls, what is this all about? What did I do to deserve this?" "Bennie! We're going to Disney World next week, and we'll be gone for three whole weeks, and Momma said you thought of it, and we love you so much, and thank you, thank you, thank you!" That was said by both of them taking turns speaking, between huge hugs and pulling me down for kisses right on my lips. Most of it came out in such a rush, and it's a wonder I understood anything at all from all their jabbering. "Now, settle down, you two. Actually, Brie thought of it. I just looked into what we could do, and then made some plans to follow up. Mom was the one to say we could go or not ... well, maybe it was her boss." "But we're going to Disney World, Bennie! What could be better than that?" Bea chirped, while Brie said, "For three whole weeks, Bennie!" "Okay, let's settle down, now. Have you thanked your mother for this trip?" I got nods from two heads, as they finally let go of me. "Good. Go get washed up for supper. I need to see how your mom is doing." They ran off around the corner, and I heard them running up the stairs. I went to the entryway, and saw Mom walking to her bedroom on the second floor. She looked tired, so I followed her to her room. I closed and locked the door, before venturing further. I found Mom half lying on the bed with her legs still on the floor. "Mom, you look beat. Do you need a massage? Would you like feet, or back, or maybe all over?" "Ben, I think I need just my feet rubbed tonight. I have been running all over today trying to get things taken care of so we can leave this Friday. I went ahead and booked us for the three week package. We leave at eleven Friday morning, and we arrive in Orlando at about five o'clock, their time. I tried for one leaving in the evening, but couldn't find one. "I got us set up with a limo to pick us up at the airport, and take us to the resort hotel. Since we will be in the Disney resort hotel, we can ride the monorail to most of the stuff in the park. We may need other transportation, if we go to all the other parks we want to see. We can arrange that from the hotel. I called them to make sure we could do that. Once we get on the plane, we will be traveling in first class all the way. I got us a suite with two bedrooms in 'Disney's Beach Club Villas'." "Mom, that sounds like a lot of money being spent, just for getting there and back plus the rooms, let alone the cost of getting into the parks and food, rides and everything. Are you sure we can afford all that?" "Bennie, its sweet you are thinking of that; but remember, we're rich, now. Of course we can afford it. We won't spend even one tenth of the interest of what my investments bring in, just in the time we are down there. "Besides the insurance companies just sent us checks totaling over two million for the recovery of the vehicles in the barn. Well, it was for recovering the vehicles; and for turning your dear old father in for fraud, and all the other things he had his dirty little fingers into. "The IRS, alone, gave us a three year suspension in paying taxes on our income, for turning in 'Daniel dear', to them. So there is no problem in spending even more on this vacation, if we want to. Besides I think it's about time we pampered ourselves a little. Don't you?" she concluded. "I guess so, Mom, but I worry about things like that. You told me I'm the man of the house, and so I worry about our future, just like the man of the house should. I know you are smarter than I am about our finances, but I still worry about us. I hope you understand." "Bennie, my sweet dear boy ... er ... man! The fact that you are worried about it means that you are becoming the man of this house, in more ways than one. I think that once we get back from our much needed vacation, we will have to sit down. We will have a very long talk about finances and investments, and many other things you will need to learn, to eventually be the real man of this house. You already are the man in my heart. When we get together, no one can stop us, which is something I know to be true. "Also because of you, we have rid this family of a cheating, lying, monster who never loved us like you do. Since the divorce, your father has not made one attempt to contact any of us. That one thing almost devastated your sisters, especially Britney. Do you know, she cried herself to sleep almost every night for three months, after that bastard left here? For the first month, she slept with me every night. After that I looked in on her, and sometimes even slept in her bed, to comfort her. "But (and here is the big thing about you being the man of this house), Brie now comes to you with her problems; not to me, to you. Do you know why? Because you are the man, you have replaced her father as her comforter and protector. I can tell because of the way she acts around you, and how she sits with you. It's just like she used to do with your father. Now, even Bea defers to you. That is not a little thing! You are becoming more and more a father figure to them." "Mom, I'm not sure I'm ready for all this, but I will try to live up to what you three expect of me. Now you get should get washed up, and I'll get supper on the table. Oh, and would you like some of that wine you had last night? I have it chilling, if you do." "Oh, Bennie, I would love a glass or two, tonight. And, after supper, would you please massage my feet and legs?" "Of course, Mom. I will make it a point to do that. I'll have the wine ready, too." I went into the kitchen and started getting everything ready to put on the table. I cut the roast and put the vegetables in a bowl. I made some nice gravy from the sauce left over in the crock pot. Just as I started taking things out to the dining room, Brie and Bea came in and asked to help. By the time Mom came in, everything was ready. Mom had changed from her skirt and blouse, to a knee length chenille robe, in a very flattering lavender color. I poured her a glass of wine, and then poured milk for the three of us. We sat then and Mom said grace. Most of the conversation at the table tonight was about the upcoming trip, and all the things each of us would like to see or do. After supper, we adjourned to the family room and watched a little TV. I had Mom sit on the couch so she could stretch out, and I sat on the other end and started to massage her feet. Bea saw what I was doing and asked to help. So I taught her how to rub her mother's feet, using pressure in the right places. Soon Brie wanted to help too, so I showed her how and asked her if she would do Bea while I did Mom. They both moved over to Mom's recliner and took turns messaging the other's feet. As I moved up to my mother's calves, the girls tried to follow my example. I'm sure they did not get the view I was getting. Helen's robe had opened, some. I was treated to a view of her open legs, and weeping pussy. Thank goodness the robe was made of the terrycloth material that it was, as there was a definite wet spot developing under my mother's sweet ass. Mom was almost asleep ... or at least, she was pretending to be asleep ... but I could tell that her nether regions were very much awake and begging to be massaged. I told Bea and Brie that is was time for baths and showers, and then bed. I said that Mom would be up later, to tuck them in. Bea left the room, but Brie stopped and said, "Bennie, would you tuck me in tonight, please?" I had finished mother's massage, and held out my arms in a hug for Brie. "Of course I will, Brie. I will do that, any time you want." She hugged me, and even kissed me on the mouth. Then, as she turned and as she ran out of the room she said, "Thanks, Bennie, I love you." Mom opened her eyes after Brie and Bea left the room and said, "See? It's just like I said. You are now her protector, just like you are mine, as well. Now I have this leakage problem that I think you can help, after you tuck in the youngsters." "Yes, M'um, I'll be up directly to correct your problem," I said in a somewhat posh English accent. Mom giggled and said, "Don't be too long, James. If I am asleep, will we leave it for another day?" "Yes, M'um." My mother got up from the couch, showing more leg than usual, and seductively went out of the room and up the stairs. I hurried around making sure the house was closed and locked up. I turned out the lights as I went. First I went into Bea's room, and asked if she needed tucking in. She said, "No, but I would like a kiss goodnight." "Of course, Bea." I went to her bed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She grabbed my head and planted a sloppy kiss right on my lips. "Night, Bennie. I love you and thank you for Disney." "I love you, too, Belinda Marie Hamner. Now go to sleep. Tomorrow will come very soon." I left her room, and opened the door to Brie's room. I peeked in, and she appeared to have just gotten into bed. I went over to her bed, and made sure her covers were tucked in around her. I bent down and kissed her on the forehead. As I was coming back up, she grabbed my head, and I got another kiss. This one was slow and sensuous, not at all like Bea's kiss. "What was that for, Brie?" "That's 'cause I love you lots, just like Mommy does. And it's for today, for talking to me, and making things all okay, between us. I heard some of what you and Mommy were talking about tonight, about you being like a father to us. You're much better than he ever was. You're a daddy and a brother, and I love both of you, and you love all of us, too. Thank you, Bennie ... for Disney, and for being a really good brother. G'night, Bennie." I leaned back down and kissed her sweetly and said, "Thank you, Britney. I love you, too ... kind of like a father, and a brother. I guess that is kind of what I am, being the man of the house. Now you get to sleep, we have planning to do, tomorrow. Night, Sweetie." I left Brie's room and padded softly to my mother's door. I lightly knocked and then opened the door and there was my lover spread out for me. Her finger was crooking at me, to come to her. I closed and locked the door, and stripped as I came to the bed. I crawled up from the bottom nibbling and kissing my way up her body. I started at her toes and kissed and licked my way up her legs. Until I got to her knees, I had held her legs together so I could reach both of them at the same time. But as I went further north, I started to spread her legs, kissing up one side and down the other side, and then switching to the other leg. After all I didn't want one to be jealous of getting more attention than the other. Finally, I made it to the juncture of my lover's thighs. Here lay Nirvana, my Garden of Eden, with all of its forbidden fruits, and the source of my being. This was the place where I first discovered life, and where I will come to worship as many times as I am able to, for the rest of my life. All too soon, I was begged and then forcibly moved up her body as she had a hold of my ears and some hair and was pulling me up her body. Of course I wasn't really complaining, except for the hair pulling, but I soon knew what my lover wanted. She wanted, no desperately needed, for me to sink my shaft inside her scalding caldron of love. As I sank my steely hard teenaged dick into her, she wrapped her legs around me, and forced me inside of her. As I hit bottom (for me, which was still shy of her cervix), she had her umpteenth orgasm of the night, well at least since I came into the room. It was still as intense as the first, and just as satisfying to me, as well. I slowly started moving in and out of her as I worked toward my first orgasm of the night. It didn't take very long before I could feel that familiar feeling of my cock expanding, and my balls tightening up to my body. Then, BANG! Just like a shot from a gun, I went off inside my lover. I must have pumped five or six spurts inside of her. Her wonderfully velvety pussy was milking me for all it was worth. I was trying desperately to regain some of my strength, when she whispered into my ear. "Honey, let's see if we can make a baby brother for the girls, since their older brother just became their new father." Talk about a confidence builder and a dick hardener, that did the trick, I had started to soften, but now I was rock hard. I tried to fuck my mother through the mattress, I was pounding her so hard. I realized that I might actually harm one of us. I softened the blows a little, but still I was frantic to impregnate my lover and my mother. After what seemed an hour, but was more like ten minutes, I felt that familiar feeling again. I whispered into my mother's ear, "Mommy, I have a special sauce that will guarantee a little boy to grow inside of you. So here it CUUUUUMMMMMMMS!!!" I collapsed on top of my lover, spurting what seemed like gallons of potent sperm inside her body, though it was probably only an ounce or so. I slowly rolled off of her, before I became too heavy. When my prick came out of her velvety tunnel, I heard a distinctive pop, somewhat like a finger being pulled from a bottle, only softer. We lay there beside each other, and tried to catch our breath. We were acting like a couple of kids that had run down the whole block on their way home when their mother had called them, with all three names, to come in for supper. Later, much later ... maybe an hour later, we struggled to our feet. Leaning upon each other, we made it to my mother's bathroom. Helen sat on the throne, and I heard plop after plop hitting the water as my special sauce dripped out of her. For my part, I went to the shower-tub and asked, "Bath or shower, madam?" "Shower, I think, James. I'm not sure I wouldn't fall asleep in the tub and drown. I also think you will have to help hold me up for the shower, as I seem to still be a little woozy." "Of course, M'um. I shall assist you however you require." We both laughed at our little play acting, but it was a good laugh. We struggled to the tub and managed a quick shower, mainly to wash off all the sweat and bodily fluids. I escorted my lady back to her bed. I pulled the covers back, making sure that the towel she had laid on was put aside. She could put it in the hamper, after it dried out overnight. I kissed my mother sweetly and said, "Goodnight, my lover, I'll see you again in the morning. Now, sleep well." "I really don't think that will be a problem. Between the massage earlier and our exercise just a while ago, I may not be able to get up with the alarm. I may actually be half asleep, right now." I pulled the covers over her, grabbed the towel, and headed into the bathroom. I rinsed the towel out in the sink and hung it in the shower to dry enough for going into the hamper tomorrow. I came out and saw that my lover was sound asleep, so I unlocked the door, and went to my room. I collapsed on my bed, to see if I could sleep, as well. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 10 Wednesday, June 8th, 2011 I awoke this morning dreaming of what transpired last night. My love for my mother seems to be building more and more each and every day. My sisters now defer to me, much as they did to my father, before we found out what a bastard he was. All I needed now was a growth spurt to complete the image of me being the man of the house, my mother's lover, and in most eyes her husband. But that was too much to ask for, however it would be nice and could dispel some questions that could be asked. I got up, dressed, and made my bed and then it was time to get organized. First things first. I checked on my mother, and she was gone. She had arisen with her alarm, and would be on her way to work by now. Then I checked on my sisters, finding them both still lying in bed, but awake. I told each of them that it was time to get up for breakfast. I said we needed to get a plan put together, for what attraction we wanted to go to first. If we got some kind of plan together, we could run it by our mother. I went downstairs to start a breakfast for us. I thought that scrambled eggs, sausage links, toast and jelly, with large glasses of cold orange juice and milk, would make for a good meal for us; so that is what I fixed. The toast had just popped up from the toaster when Bea and Brie came into the kitchen. I had Bea pour the OJ and Brie poured the milk. I sat the plate with the eggs and links on the table and I said grace. "Time to dig in and partake of this lovely meal, and then we get to make plans. I will get on the internet and we can make a list of all the places we want to see, and see if we can come up with a plan for how we can do that. Okay?" I got nods in return, as both of the girls had their mouth's full of either sausage or eggs. We had a relatively quiet breakfast, as the girls wanted to finish up so we could map out our schedule. After I made sure the kitchen was clean, and dishes were put in the dishwasher, it was pretty full. I started it, and it was quick to begin its wash cycle. We went to my room to sit down and go over what was available, and where we wanted to go first. I knew Mom wanted to go through the Epcot Center and the World Showcase. We worked for close to two hours setting down on paper (well, on my computer, really) all the attractions they wanted to see. Once we had determined what we wanted to see, we went through the list, to see what we wanted to see first. I looked at all the maps of where things were. We tried to plan an itinerary, and roughly how long we would need to spend in one theme park or attraction, to be able to see most of what we wanted. It worked out that after all was said and done; we had overshot our three weeks by a month! Well, back to square one. It was about time for the other kids to begin showing up, so we put this on hold, and changed. I made us some lunch from the leftovers from last night. Then it was time for the other children in the neighborhood to start showing up for a swim. It was mid June, already, and I noticed that it was really starting to get hot, outside. I made sure all the umbrellas were opened up, and I even looked over the outside fans we had set up on the underside of the roof of the pool house. This part of southwest Arkansas didn't usually get that hot, but my dad had them installed before he became 'persona non grata' in our household. The pool house had a porch roof for about five feet out from the actual building. Tucked up under the eaves were three fans that had a water line pumped to them so they could be misting cooling fans. The actual fans hung down below the eaves about a foot or so. There was a good chance that we might need them today, depending on the wind. There wasn't much sense in turning them on if the wind would blow the mist back onto the pool house. Anyway I checked the wind direction, and made sure we had towels laid out on the tables. You know, it was funny. Before my mother became my only lover, I really wanted to see and touch most of the girls that come over here to swim. Now, it just didn't seem so important. Sure I could control them all into having a nude swim and grope party, but it just didn't seem important to me anymore. I wondered if that was due to my growing into the father figure of this family, or had I really matured that much in such a short time. I really didn't know. Maybe it was the ring was making me feel older. Maybe there was something about accepting the fate that was mine, that I somehow made the conscious decision to be a good and moral ... well, almost moral ... man about all this. Well, a semi-moral person, if I was not a man, yet. Suddenly, I heard that voice again, the voice from the ring. 'Young one, you have used your gift well. You have had many opportunities to use your power to take advantage of others, yet you only went a small way towards that end. You saw a wrong that needed to be righted. You could have allowed the authorities to handle it, but you did not. You took it upon yourself to cure the problem, which you did quite well, I might add.' "You are the voice of the ring, yes? Are you a genie, like in Aladdin's lamp?" 'Yes, young one, I am the entity behind the power of the ring. But I am not djinn. I am much older than they. The ring is much more powerful than any of my previous owners ever thought it to be. However, young one, you have opened new avenues of power, which have not been used in centuries. You have within you the seed of bringing forth the full power of the ring. But be warned! This power can be used for good, or for evil. If it is used for evil, the power may come back to take its revenge, upon both you and your family! So, beware! 'Over the next few weeks, you will find that you will mature about four to five years. In those weeks, you will grow in stature, as well as in mind. Power will become available to you. It will tempt you. Be strong of mind, and brave of heart, and you can conquer the power and make it yours. But I can see doubt in your mind, young one.' "Yes. I was wondering if I have taken unfair advantage of my mother, in making her my lover. I was tempted by my sisters, but I have tempered that with love and respect. I haven't been further been tempted to go beyond a very close relationship with my sisters. But my mother is another matter. Did I do her wrong?" 'Your mother has, for some time, been thinking of you as a possible mate. However she, like you, thought it was wrong, even to think about it. But her dreams and fantasies were of you, or someone very much like you. I found this out after the first time you woke me from my long sleep. I am the one who warned you, 'not yet young one'. Once awakened from my long sleep, I was able to hear the voices in the minds of your family. Your mother was at first mastered by your call to her, through the power of the ring. But, once you made love to her, she was yours. This was not by the ring's power, but by your own power ... that power being your love for one another.' "But what of these other powers that I will be given? What are they, and how can I control them?" 'You will know them when they become apparent. Think long and hard before you use them. Think of the consequences of any action you might take, before you take it. That is my best advice to you. We shall talk, later. You have awoken me. I, in turn, have awoken the seed within you. It is one that has been carried in your family for generations. Your ancestors were once great leaders and builders of industry. With your new powers, you too can be as they were ... or, you can be the most evil person this planet has ever seen. The choice is entirely yours.' "But how will I know what path to take?" 'I cannot give you much help in that matter. Remember what I said earlier, about thinking before you act. A wise philosopher, a long time ago, once said: "do no harm." That is the very best advice for you, too, young one: "Do no harm," neither to yourself, nor to others. Abide within that thought, and you will not have problems with how to act regarding your new powers.' Just like that, the voice was gone. It was as if I could sense that he was no longer in my head, much like hanging up a phone. I would really have to think about all this, and maybe discuss it with my mother. But, for now, we had kids showing up to swim. For most of the rest of the afternoon, I pondered what the ring's voice had told me. I was somewhat aware of things going on around me, and I even went so far as to have a couple of conversations with some of the people. But for the most part, my mind was occupied with the warnings I had received. The big question was: what additional powers would be forthcoming? And what was this nonsense about me maturing in both mind and stature? How could I age four to five years, in just a few short weeks? At about four, I gave up. I had ended up with more questions than answers. As I was rounding up all the used towels, I noticed something strange. My baggy swim trunks seemed a little tight in the crotch, and a little tight in the waist, too. I thought at first this was because they were wet, but I didn't even get into the pool this afternoon, so that was not it. 'Oh, My, God! It's started! I'm growing, ' I thought. 'I'll have to check this out as soon as I can get back to my room. I may even have Bea help me, as I have helped her. 'How could this be happening to me? I haven't increased my eating habits, have I? Let me think, this morning when I made scrambled eggs, I cracked six eggs, just like normal ... Wait, I cracked two more because it didn't look like enough in the pan. Okay, how many sausage links, did I cook? Let me check the kitchen garbage can!' I went back inside while the towels were washing, and looked in the can. Sure enough the whole package was in the can, and I'd only opened it this morning. I remember that well, because the package was hard to open, this morning. 'Well, I guess I have been eating more, lately. I'll check with the girls, to see if they noticed.' I called for Bea and she was just coming out of her room after showering and changing her clothes. "Bea, can you do me a favor? I need you to help me measure myself. I seem to be growing, some." By this time we were at my bedroom door and we went in and I sat down at my computer table. I use the roll top for all writing and math homework and I have a large side table that I use for my computer. It has ornate legs and two drawers in the middle side by side. I reached into one drawer and got out the cloth tape I had used to measure Bea. I then sat down and opened a spreadsheet and set up a table for my measurements and weights. Bea was watching me and asked, "Bennie? Is there something wrong? You seem to be kinda worried about this." "Bea, I won't lie to you. I think something strange is happening to me. I'm not sure what is going on, but when I was picking up the towels today, it seemed that my trunks were a little tight. They have been loose for some time now, so I want to make sure it is not just that they are shrinking with all the washings. I'm sure that you can see why I want to find out now so I can have the right size clothes when we go on vacation." "Gee, Bennie, you think you'd grow that fast?" "Well, I don't know. That's why I want you to help measure me, kinda like I did for you. And I think you have grown too, not where we are measuring, but you do seem taller by a little. Maybe we need to measure you for that, too. "Okay, let's start with the easy stuff. Let me stand up, and you can measure my height. I'll go stand at my closet door over there, and you can mark where the top of my head is. Then we can measure it." I grabbed a side chair and put it next to the closet door. The door was a light cream color so a pencil mark would show up nicely. I opened the door and stood with my back to the side of the door. Bea stood on the chair and marked my height on the door. Then we measured it with the tape. Okay, I was 5' 7-1/2" tall. When I was measured at school towards the end of school I was just barely 5'-7". I had Bea write it down on a pad I had given her. I then went into my bathroom and got on my scales. When I weighed myself about two weeks ago, I was at 135. Today I was almost 137. Hey, not bad! A couple of pounds in a couple of weeks? Not bad ... but, was it a couple of pounds in two weeks, or was it two pounds in a couple of days? Anyway, we finished measuring me with neck, chest, waist, hips and thigh measurements. I added all the information onto my spreadsheet. "Now, Bea, I want to do this every other day until we leave for vacation. If I don't grow any more, then I am just imagining things. But if I do grow, then I don't know what to think. I may be having a growth spurt. Thank you for helping me with this. For right now, though, we need to keep this a secret just between us two. I don't want to worry Mom and Brie about this, okay?" "Oh, Bennie, do you really think something might be wrong with you? I mean, you are really worried if you want to keep this a secret from Mom. Has this got something to do with that new ring that you wear? Is that what let's you talk to us in our heads? If this is bad, just take the ring off, and throw it away. I don't want my brother to be hurt by this thing." She touched the ring, and suddenly she got all glassy eyed. Then she pulled her hand away. "Bennie, er should I say 'Ben' ... something or someone just talked to me inside my head. He said that the changes that are happening to you are all good, and for me not to worry. You'll still be my big brother and nothing that happens will change that. That was so weird, Bennie. What's that ring, and what's it do?" "Belinda, my sweet sister, this must remain a secret that you take to your grave. It is that important, do you understand?" I got only a nod of her head, but that was enough. "This ring is called the 'Ring of Control'. Yes, it allows me to speak in someone's mind. It also allows me to control them in certain ways. If I wanted to, I could make you walk around clucking like a chicken, kind of like some of the magicians do. But this is much more powerful. Also, it seems that I have something very old within my mind. It allows me to gain more power than most people who have had this ring, before. "I found the ring in my desk, behind a secret panel. I found out some time ago that the desk is probably over two hundred years old. From what I can tell from the ring, it was put in the desk around 180 years ago. But, from what the voice says, the ring is much older than that. It hinted that it may be several thousands of years old, from before the time when Aladdin was supposed to have found the magic lamp. "The voice that you heard has told me that I have some power within me. When I combine that with the power of the ring, I can become a very powerful leader. But, I must weigh all my decisions on what it will do to others, before I make something happen for me or my family. The voice is very strange, it won't tell me what powers or abilities I'll have, but it did warn me of some of the consequences if I do things too quickly, or without thinking them through." "Bennie, that is some awesome power you have. Are you sure you can handle all that power?" "Bea, that's where you, Mom, and Brie come into this. I think we need to have a long talk, this evening, about all of this. I can't stress enough how much of a secret, this has to stay. If it was to get out what this ring can do, or what I can do with the ring; what we spoke of the other night, about what would happen if people knew I could speak in their minds; that would be nothing, compared with the power I have now. We would all be dead within minutes, if some government or other evil person found out about this. I'm sorry, Bea, about scaring you. But you really need to know the importance of all this secrecy. "Now give me a hug, and let me know that you still love your big brother." Bea rushed into my arms and crawled up onto my lap. She hugged me tightly, and silently cried. "Bennie, I wish you never found that stupid old ring. Then we wouldn't have to go through all this." "Hush, Bea. Just remember that without the ring, I never would have found out that Brie wanted to go to Disneyworld, and we wouldn't be going to have a lot of fun for three whole weeks in Florida. So, maybe some good has come of it." "Yeah, well maybe it might be a good thing in some things, but I don't want my brother to be hurt with this thing. I've just started to know a different side of you, and I don't want to lose the new brother that I have. You are kinder, and more loving ... and you're certainly a lot nicer to hold when I'm upset!" "Brie said something to me last night, about me becoming more of a father to her than Dad ever thought of being ... yet she said I was her brother, too. It kind of confused me, but I think that's what the ring is doing for me, well actually for all of us. I'm becoming a person that can give you and Brie the love of a father, be the family protector, and be the one person every little girl turns to when she needs to feel loved and protected. But, I am still your brother, and I fill that role as your protector, too. So I guess I am becoming both, to you girls ... excuse me, to my two young women. Maybe that is what I'm supposed to do, become more that just a brother, and more than just a father figure." "Bennie, all I know is that I love you so much it makes me hurt when you are mad at me, or when I don't think you love me. Please don't change that, okay?" "Bea, I love you just as much as you love me! I love you like a brother should, and I am now starting to love you like a father should, too. Right now, in my role as a father, I am so proud that you are taking this problem so well. You are not bawling like a small child when it gets hit with major troubles. You are standing up and saying that you can take this, and that you want to help. That kind of action makes a father proud of his daughter ... to know that she's that kind of a young woman that he can be so very proud of. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Bea. I love you, and we'll get through all of this, and we'll be stronger because of it. "Now go dry your eyes, while I get the towels into the drier. Then you can help me fix supper, okay?" Bea had put her arms around my neck when she had crawled onto my lap. Now she brought my head down to hers. She kissed me right on the lips with such a sweet kiss, tender and loving. "Ben, I do love you as a big brother, but you can be my father any time I need you for that. Yes, I kind of like you being the father we don't have. We never really had one, except right at first. As I grew older, I noticed that Daddy wasn't like most fathers. He was kind of ... stand-off-ish, I guess is the right word. He didn't want to hug us or hold us much, once we got past about six or seven years old. But you've always been there for us, no matter what. So I guess you have been our father, for a long time, and we are just now noticing it. Thank you for that. And Ben, we are all in this as a family, not just you and the ring. I love you, Ben." I kissed Bea, just as she had kissed me, and said, "Bea, I love you, too ... and like you said, we are all in this together, and we will prevail. I know that in my heart and my mind. When we stand together as a family, we are invincible! Nothing can harm us. Thank you for all your support in this, I really appreciate it. Now, go, so I can do the towels and get supper ready. Mom'll be home, soon." Bea left my room with her head held high, and her back straight. She made me so proud! I got up shakily, and went to shower and change clothes. I went downstairs and looked around for something to fix to eat. We had some thawed ground meat that I had planned for a casserole. However, with the time so short, I thought cheeseburgers from the grill would work better. There was some cabbage in the fridge that I could use to make some slaw, and maybe some baked beans. I had Brie and Bea get things started on that. I went out to the pool house and moved the towels from the washer to the dryer. I fired up the gas grill before I came in, so it would be hot when Mom came home. I came back and got busy shredding the cabbage for cole slaw, while Brie opened a couple cans of baked beans, and Bea made the hamburger patties. She made about eight patties and had the cheese slices ready to go with them. I'd had Bea turn the oven on, and set it for 350 degrees. Brie had put the beans in a CorningWare bowl, so they could go right into the oven. I finished cutting the cabbage, then cut up a small onion, some carrots and some left over green peppers. I put the mayo, salt, pepper, a couple tablespoons of vinegar and some sugar in a bowl. I stirred it up, until it was kind of like a paste. I stirred in some horseradish sauce and added a few spoons more of vinegar, to make it a little soupier. This mixture I stirred up, and then added my diced cabbage, carrots and green peppers. I put the bowl in the fridge, with a lid on it. I would turn it after a bit, to make sure the mixture well coated the diced veggies. I went back outside and checked the towels in the drier. Then I brushed off the grill. I saw that it was hot and ready to go. I looked at my watch, and knew Mom would be home in about thirty minutes so I turned down the grill and closed the lid. I went back into the kitchen and turned the bowl of slaw over, after shaking it some. I checked on the girls and I noticed that Bea suddenly clamed up when I walked into the parlor. I looked at her and asked, 'Bea, what have you been telling your sister?' Neither girl could see me, from where I was standing behind them. 'I told her what we had discussed, earlier. I thought she should know, beforehand, so it wouldn't be such a surprise. But she kind of guessed that you were different, now. She said you were her big brother, and her father, all rolled into to one great guy; and that she loved you, and for me not to worry, Bennie. You would be all right, and so will our family. She just knew it would be true. I didn't know she knew anything about all this. Did you tell her?' 'No, Bea, she figured this all out herself. When she wants to, she is quite smart about things like that.' "Okay, you two, what's going on?" I asked as I came into the room. "You guys have been too quiet, so spill it!" "Bennie, Bea came in here and was telling me about you being different and real powerful. I told her I already knew that. I also told her that everything would be okay, 'cause you were going to make sure of it. I believe in you, Bennie, and I know nothing can hurt us with you around." "Brie, honey, can you come here a second?" I helped her, by walking toward the couch. She came around and met me behind it. "What do you need big brother?" "I want you to touch my ring and tell me what happens, okay? It won't hurt you, but you may hear a voice in your head, kind of like when I talk to you that way." Britney touched my ring putting two fingers on it, one under and the other over the stone. She opened her eyes wide, and then looked up to me. She stayed that way for the better part of a minute. Believe me, a minute can be a very long time, when you are anxious or nervous. "Bennie, the ring told me that I have the same thing you have in your mind that makes the ring work much better for you. He said that if needed I could also wear the ring, and be almost as powerful as you are going to be. But he said that we need to keep this a big secret from everyone, except for us in this family. He said that you should talk to all of us before you do something big with your power. He said we would be able to help you with your decisions. I like him, Bennie. He's nice, and he didn't 'treat me like a little girl', either." "Bennie, how come you and Brie have this thing in your head and not me? Aren't I smart too?" "Bea, Honey, these kinds of things are so random. They might show up every hundred years or so, or they may show up in every family member for one generation and skip several more before showing up again. I kind of get the impression from the voice, is that he is kind of like a genie, but he's much older. Who knows maybe he is an alien from some far off world, who landed here when we were still cavemen. Now he's just living inside the ring. I don't know and wouldn't really want to make a guess as to what he is. "But also along those lines, there have always been men and women of genius, like Leonardo de Vinci, Benjamin Franklin, Albert Einstein, Madame Curie, and other people like that. They have changed history, by being something bigger than life, being someone everyone was in awe of. Those kinds of genius traits are in the genes that are handed down from generation to generation. They are always there, even if nothing ever makes them come to the forefront. "So either Mom's family, or maybe even Dad's family, had these traits. We got them from them. I could argue that they would have come from Dad's side of the family as the men in his family have been strong in this town, but I might be wrong. Let's say, just for argument's sake, that we got those genes from both families. Then, they might be strong in one child, and not in another. There is no difference in the children, except one has the potential for greatness, and the other does not. But potential is nothing, without doing something with the potential. You have the potential for love and compassion, and I have this potential for something more. It doesn't make me more important than you, or you more important than me. We need each other to make sound, rational decisions. That's why I say, all four of us need to discuss it, when these things come up. Does that make more sense to you, Bea?" "Oh, Bennie, you really are smarter than the rest of us. That really does make lots more sense, when you explain it that way. Thank you for being my big brother and my father when I need that." That was exactly when Mom entered the room, and stood there with her mouth open. Then she asked, "What's going on, and who is this 'father' you speak of, young lady?" ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 11 Wednesday Evening, June 8th, 2011 "Mom, I think we need to sit down and discuss this right now. I was planning on bringing this subject up after supper, but now seems to be a better time." "I had a long talk with the entity that's within the ring." I held up my hand and continued, "Let me finish and then we can all ask questions afterward, okay? Okay, like I said we talked. He is something that is either magic like a genie, or something else; but from what I can tell, he is much, much, older than what we think of as the ancient time of the genies. He has been either imprisoned or was formed inside the ring. The ring can give some powers to the wearer, mainly mind control of others, there is telepathy involved too, but it is mostly mind control. "Now he has hinted that I have powers of my own that are greatly enhanced by the ring, he will not, or maybe cannot, tell me what those powers are. He also said that I would grow in stature and mind over the next few weeks by as much as four to five years. That kind of scared me so I asked Bea to measure me, so we could see if it really does happen. "Now, if this wasn't enough, both Bea and Brie have touched the ring and heard the voice. Brie has many of the same powers within her that I do. We were told that these powers were a part of our ancestors, and that we have carried these genes and traits for generations; but, until now, they haven't shown themselves. Or, they may have, but we just don't know about them as yet. So that is where we stand on this. "We have also been told that we must all, meaning all four of us, be involved in making major decisions concerning our future. He said we 'must do no harm'. Anyway, the point is that we have to do the least amount of harm to others to get the best results of our actions. That's why we must do two things; first is keep this a secret from everyone, and I do mean everyone! We four are the only ones to ever know about this. And secondly we must always discuss things between us, before I ... or later, Brie ... tries to take any major actions in the future. Questions anyone?" Mom sat there in her chair stunned, Brie and Bea sat wondering what Mom would say. We sat there for probably ten minutes just waiting for our mother to say something, she did start a couple of times with, "But that..." or a "How in the..." and then she would just fade off and not say anything for a few more minutes. I looked into her mind and saw total chaos. Her mind was churning all the information I had said, along with myths and stories from her past as a little girl, of her father's great-great grandfather and of her mother's great-great-great grandmother, also some of the wild tales from Dad's family. She always thought they were fairy tales or just stories of fantasy. Now she wasn't so sure. In fact she wasn't real sure about anything right now. I sent to her, 'I love you, Helen. We all love you. Please try to calm down. This isn't a life or death matter, right now; so calm down, please?' Mom looked at me when I said those words, but then she jerked her head toward Brie and just stared. I concentrated on Brie and I could hear her talking to Mom. 'I wish you would say something, Mommy, you are scaring us! Please, Mommy, say something!' I could understand Mom's wonderment, first her son talks to her and she accepts him as her lover and now her eleven-year old daughter is talking in her head. It was just too much for her and she fainted. I had Bea go get a cold washcloth from the downstairs bathroom. I then had Brie take Mom's shoes off, and start rubbing her feet. I fanned Helen with a magazine from her table. Once Bea came back, I lay the cold washcloth on Mom's forehead and I sent soothing thoughts to her mind. Both girls looked to me with pleading eyes to make things all better. About that time Mom came back to the world of the living. "Britney Alice Hamner, you've got this talking in someone's mind too? I thought it was only Ben, not you, too?" Brie looked at Mom like she was crazy, but I interrupted, "Mom I think that Brie was just so worried about you that it just came through to you, just how worried she was. I'm not sure that she could do it right now or not. I seem to remember that during times of extreme stress people can do some mighty strange things, you know mothers lifting up cars, to get their baby, or moms or dads rushing into a burning building to rescue their children, and coming back out unharmed. There are so many things we don't know about humans that almost anything is possible. Brie, can you say something to Mom in her head like you did earlier." You could see the concentration on Brie's face, but from watching my mother too I didn't see much of a reaction, so I snuck into Brie's mind and I could see her trying to project the words, but nothing was happening and then suddenly I saw Helen's face change. So, I guessed that Brie didn't have the power by herself, yet; but when I join her mind, she could transmit. "Whoa, that was weird. Brie I heard you say that you were worried that I was hurt when you talked to me. No honey, I was shocked yes, but not hurt. Now Ben what is going on with this family? When I was a little girl, I heard things about some of my distant relatives, things that they could do, like find money or know when to plant crops so that they would grow better than anyone else's. You know weird things that just happen but there is really no explanation for them. Your dad had some similar tales too, but you say this ring thing takes those things that you already have inside you and makes them stronger. I guess I just don't understand all this." "Mom, just grab the ring and hold it and see what happens, see if the voice can tell you anything that will help you understand." Helen took my hand and wrapped her fingers around my hand touching the ring on both sides at once, especially the stone. At first I didn't think anything happened and I pled, 'Please! Let her know that we are not all crazy.' Then Mom got this far-away look on her face and her eyes glazed over. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes and then she sighed and slowly pulled her hand from mine. "Ben, I think I understand now. You and Brie are special people, not just to me but to the world. All three of you are special to me, you always have been, but now I see that the four of us are meant to do a lot of good for us and this world. You were right, Ben, he is old. I think he is older than humans have been on this planet. But he gave me the same warning he gave you. It is we four who must decide our course of our actions, and weigh the good and bad and decide what is best for all, not just the few. "Wow that is a lot to ask of us, but I feel we're up to the task. The life we are leading right now, is due in no small part to Ben and some of his talents. He found a lying, cheating husband and no good father. With his help, we rid this family of him. In doing so, we also were able to get enough money that we live very comfortably. I work only because I want to, not because I have to. We've become closer as a family because of that, too. Now, it seems that we'll become even closer. I don't think that will be such a bad thing, either. "Right now I think we all need some time to digest all this new information. I say we just go on like we have in the past, and once our vacation is over we can sit down and see what we have to do about all this and where we want to see ourselves in the years to come. I do know that I want each of you to keep going to school and I also want each of you to get college degrees. So that means for about the next ten to twelve years or so, we will pretty much be doing just like we have been. You go to school, and I work. If things come along, we discuss them and make a decision to make things better for the world. "Also, Bea, honey; do not feel bad because you don't have any of these special powers. You may be the one person to help keep us sane and on the right track. So you see, you do have a big part in this whole mess. Okay, Sweetie?" "Mom, at first I was very upset when I learned that Ben and Brie had some of these super powers, but I think you are right Mom, I'm supposed to be the one to keep us out of trouble." "Well said, little sister. You have to be the one to keep us grounded and make sure we don't do something stupid, right? Now, let's have a group hug and then I can make supper ... with a little help from my wonderful sisters." Mom went up to her room to change while I went out back to get the grill going. I stopped along the way to turn the slaw in its bowl. I asked Bea to bring me the hamburger patties in three minutes. I turned the grill on high, and brushed the top again, making sure it was clean. Bea came out with a plate with the patties and a plate with the cheese slices on it. I went back to cooking supper for us and let my mind drift some. What did I want to accomplish in my life? What goals should I set for myself? What did I really want my life to be like? That was very heavy stuff, for a fifteen year old, to contemplate, right? Well, I wanted to be able to relax and enjoy our vacation in Florida. I wanted my relationship with my mother to continue, I wanted my sisters to love me and help us work out the things we need to see about changing, or maybe that is things that don't need to change. There's an awful lot of ill will in the world ... is that something I need to or should tackle? Too much thinking is not going to accomplish a thing. I need more information and I need to let my own powers come out so I know where I am going. Okay, new decision: postpone any heavy thinking until after we come back from vacation. I think I can manage that ... better watch the burgers! With supper completed, we all congregated in my room, and went back over our list of what we wanted to see and when. We started to eliminate some things for this trip, and put them on a second list, for a later trip. We'd set up another trip for next year, or maybe later this year. Depending upon what we were doing, we might go back at Christmas vacation time. That's two weeks, plus the Friday before, and the Monday after. Wow! We could get a lot to see then too. Okay, so we finally whittled this list down to two trips, one for 18 days of a 21 day trip and one for 14 days of a 16 day trip. We leave on a Friday morning and arrive there that night and we are ready to start on Saturday, we go all out, as long as we can and then take a day off. That day we lounge around the resort and rest up for the next assault the next day. Then we start all over again with a six day binge and then another day off. That should leave us with maybe six days left and a day of rest before we go home. Mom called the resort and let them know we would be back at Christmas time and they asked if we wanted the same suite. Mom said sure, and she put it on her credit card. Okay, that is taken care of. It was now late, almost 10:30 PM and we sent the girls to bed. They each wanted to be tucked in my both Mom and I, so that is what we did. I kissed each one on the lips, and said I loved them, and wished them a good night's sleep. Mom and I left, arm in arm, and went back to my room. "Ben, I'm exhausted, do you think I could sleep in here tonight and not be disturbed by some sex maniac I know and love?" "Mom, I'd love for you to sleep here with me, but I think we need to move this to your room so we are more comfortable. I'll sleep in my undershorts and you can put one of your nightgowns on and we can sleep nicely there. Besides your alarm is all set and when you get up I'll just go back to my room." "Ben, sometimes you make too much sense. Yes, man of this house, father figure, and protector of the women within. I will obey your every command, my master." Mom said. She tried her best to keep a straight face through it all, but just couldn't keep it in at the last, and burst out laughing. "I'm sorry Ben, but ... father figure ... that one threw me for a while. I guess that you are all those things and more. You are my lover, my soulmate and the man I hope to spend the rest of my life with. You're the man I'll always come to for comfort and loving tenderness. You make me feel like a schoolgirl again, and I love it. Somehow I know ... deep down in my heart and my brain, that when I am with you, I cannot come to any harm. You can protect me and this family from anyone or anything; that is your strength and your purpose in life." "Helen my Darling, I am all that and so much more. I live only for this family, I love everyone in this family, and I vow to protect you all from any harm that comes." "Yes, Arnold, and I suppose that 'you'll be back' in the morning. Go to sleep, Terminator." We had been talking while we got ready for bed and I had been playing the big strong protector, and Mom equated that to the old Arnold Schwarzenegger Terminator series. That is the reason for the weird talk at the end of our conversation while we were in bed. I giggled an answer to her, saying, "Yes, Mother." We cuddled together, and I was asleep almost instantly. Thursday, June 9th, 2011 I was rudely awakened the next morning by the alarm. That was not the way to be brought awake during summer vacation, but I got up anyway and stumbled into my clothes and went into my room, stripped off naked and fell into bed. The next thing I knew it was Brie shaking me awake. I opened one eye and mumbled, "Yes, do you need something?" "Yes sleepyhead, I need a good breakfast and I can't fix it. So you need to get up and fix us breakfast, we're hungry. Besides I love you Bennie." "Okay, Squirt, I'll get up but you have to leave 'cause I got no clothes on." "That's Okay, I seen you before like that, remember, I want to make sure you do get up though." "Is that true or do you just want to see my penis again, Brie?" "Well ... there's that too, but mainly I want to make sure you get up, it's almost 10:30 and we still need to get some stuff ready to leave on Friday." "Brie, it's only Tuesday, right so we have almost two and a half days left." "Bennie, where have you been? Today is Thursday and we leave tomorrow morning, not in three days, dummy. Boy and I thought I had a dumb sister, but my brother seems to be worse." Hearing that I jumped up and ran into the bathroom and said, "I'll be right down, you're right we have a lot to do." I got downstairs and asked if both girls were packed yet. Both nodded yes and Bea, said, "We packed this morning, what about you?" "I haven't started yet, but I don't have that much to pack. I already have my toiletries together ready to put in my bag and I need to make sure our suits are washed tonight after swimming today. We need to tell all the kids that after today the pool is closed until we get back. What else?" "Ben, we told the kids that yesterday, we said we would be gone starting Friday, where have you been? Has that ring got you drifting away from us?" asked Bea. "No, sister dear. I have been thinking about all the ramifications associated with the ring and what other powers it says I have. I wonder what all they are, also I have been helping another person, but I can't say anything about that yet. Not until they tell me I can. It's complicated and unusual. Also I have been worrying about all this growing stuff, which reminds me we need to check my measurements after the swim party. And to top it all off I have been busy trying to help you figure out a schedule for us, right? Well, that's why I have been a little loopy lately, so can you forgive me for forgetting what day it is?" "Of course, Bennie, we both love you and we were only worried about you," said my little sister Brie. I fixed an early lunch or late breakfast for the girls and I, depending on when one awoke today. After lunch, I made sure the pool was ready for the onslaught of kids wanting to have some sun and fun. I then went back upstairs and packed several pairs of shorts, tee's and two button-up shirts and a pair of long pants, hoping they would still fit me when I needed them. I also added underwear and two pairs of shoes, one pair being sneakers for walking and one pair of dress shoes. All that was left, was my toiletries and my swim suits. I had one pair that I tried on that was last year's. I could barely get it above my knees. Wow, I guess I've grown a little since then. Besides Mom said something about doing some shopping once we got there. I could hear people out back so I went downstairs and out to the pool. Several of the kids congratulated me on our upcoming trip. I think Ken was especially jealous of us as his family had not been there either. I had noticed he was kind of withdrawn from us the last couple of days. When I looked into his mind, I saw I was right; he was jealous, more envious really. I went over to Gary and asked, "Gary will you watch things for a while, I need to talk to Ken about something, privately. We'll be in the pool house if you need us." "Hey, no problem Ben, anything else I can do?" "No. I just needed to talk something over with him, shouldn't take long." I took Ken aside and said we needed to go in the pool house as I had something I wanted him to do for me while we were gone. Once inside I sat down on the chair by the couch in the lounge area. "Ken, I'm not sure how to say this so I'm going to come right out with it. Ken; you are probably one of my best friends. Sure we tease each other and have fun here. You're older so we don't run in the same circles at school, but we live close by and over the summers I thought we have developed a sort of good friendship. Because of all that, and because I know how tough it is with only one parent, especially just a mom, I kind of think of you as a big brother. So, if I can help out my big brother, then why shouldn't I? I mean if this isn't me being too rude or my overstepping some boundary that you have." "What's this all about Ben? I really didn't think we were that close, but I'm not going to say no to our friendship ... but, why now?" "Ken, I feel that you are either jealous or envious of us going to Florida for three weeks. No, don't ask how I know, I just do, Okay? Anyway, I want you to have something I can give you that will kind of make up for some of the jealousy you feel. I want to give you a copy of the one week, two week and three week package deals to see if maybe your mom could swing the trip." "Ben, I'm not sure we could do even the one week package. My mom has a little saved for vacation but I don't think that would be enough. No you guys enjoy yourselves and then when you come home you can tell us all about it, Okay?" "Ken, I am sorry to hear about that, but maybe I can help. I have some money saved and it would be a loan, with a twenty year payout with no interest. Do you think you could handle that ... if you do, please talk with your mom about that, okay?" "Ben, why would you do that? I mean I know you guys are loaded, but why try to help us?" "Like I said, I kinda think of you and Gary as my big brothers. You guys are nice, you don't lord it over us that you are older and you hang out with us in the summers. That goes a long way in making us good friends. I hope that you will discuss this with your mom and your sister. You have had it rougher, losing your dad like you did; but, he was a hero in the war and all. Mine was, well ... he was just a bastard." "Ben, I really don't know what to say. Yeah you have been a real good friend, I don't know about all this brother stuff, I really didn't think we were that close, but you are right about losing my dad. When he first went over there, I kind of envied you, because your dad was here. But after I heard about the way he treated you guys, especially your mother, I didn't envy you anymore. I have a lot of good memories of my dad. He and I were buddies, more than just father and son, but when his unit got called up, he made me so proud. I just wish that he could have come home, even if all of him didn't come home, like Jerry Sanders' dad. He can still play catch and be with him, even though it is in a wheelchair. At least he has a dad he can love and interact with. I think I miss that the most. Don't get me wrong, Mom is great; but, sometimes, I just need a dad to talk to. Do you talk to your dad at all, Ben?" "No, Ken, when he left the house, before the divorce; that was it. I haven't talked to him or my grandfather since. It's almost like they don't exist anymore, kind of like my mom's family. Her mom and dad are gone now, and have been for quite a while. So yeah, I miss Dad sometimes, but then I think of what he did to my mom and I get mad all over again. But, yeah, it's tough not having someone to talk to, or do things with; but it could be worse, for me. My dad could still be living here treating my mom and us like crap, like he was. But, please, discuss this with your mom. You have my cell number, don't you?" "Yeah, I have it, why?" "Well, discuss this with your mom. Let me know if you want to do it. I can have the bank give your mom the money, if you want to try to go before we come home. Also, we are going back down at Christmas time. Oh, yeah, you have lots of family. You probably don't want to go then, do you?" "Yeah, Christmas time is kind of hectic, going to see both grandparents and of course Christmas Day they are all over to our house. Ben, are you really sure about all this? I mean, we get by pretty good with Dad's insurance and Mom working; but there just isn't enough for big vacations. Mom says my college fund is set, so I don't have to worry about that, plus I might be able to swing a scholarship for either baseball or basketball. Coach said I would probably see some scouts looking at me this next year. Ben, are you sure this is what you want to do with some of your money? I mean what is your mom going to say about it?" "Ken, she just may make me give it to you. You know she and your mother cried together after your father died. Mom was over there almost every day for months after it happened. Then, when my dad left; your mom was either over here, too, or they were together trying to sort everything out. With both fathers gone inside of a month of each other, that left a big hole in their lives. Naturally, they got together. They each had someone who understood their problem and could help them cope. They are great friends now, so I don't think that will ever be a problem. Let me go get those package deals. You can take them home, go over them, and let me know what you decide." "Okay, you talked me into it, go get the papers and I'll take 'em home to my mom." I headed upstairs to print out the three packages I found. While I was waiting for the printer to finish, I called Mom. I discussed what I had told Ken and she thought it was a great idea. She didn't know Karen was having such a tough time with finances. She knew Karen was an accountant with a pretty big firm in town. The main office was in Little Rock, but they had branches all around the area. "You know, Ben, the more I think about it, the more I think I want to start my own company when we get back. Maybe I can talk Karen into coming to work for me, with a good raise. Thanks, Ben! You are so much like my father! He was always trying to help people, too. I'll see you tonight. I think I will call Karen this afternoon. Thanks, Ben, I love you." "I love you too, Mom. See you tonight. Oh, yeah ... I think we may need to go shopping for clothes for me, when we get to Florida. All my clothes seem to be shrinking in the wash." "Yeah, right. Bye, Honey." "Bye, Mom." I stapled each package together, put them into a manila envelope, and sealed it. I went back downstairs and gave the envelope to Ken. "This contains the packages. My mom said that she was going to talk to your mom today, too." The rest of the afternoon was pretty typical of our pool parties. I saw Ken and Gary talking after I came back down, but I didn't interfere. Everyone did stop and say they would miss us, and wished us to have a great time. They all wanted us to take lots of pictures, so we could show off when we got back. I made sure that Ken took his envelope home with him. I started in on my chores and I heard Mom in my head, 'Ben, I talked to Karen. They are going to look into the two week package. She said that they really needed a break. I mentioned something about starting my own company when I get back and she asked to be kept in mind if I did. I said I would. Ben you are already doing good things for people and you didn't even have to make Ken talk to Karen about this, right?' 'No Mom, I did leave him with the feeling I thought of both him and Gary as my big brothers, but that was all. At least I don't think I did anything, consciously to make it happen. I saw that he was envious of us because they couldn't take such a vacation. I thought that I would help out a little and give him a twenty-year loan at zero interest to help them along. 'You know I just had a thought, Brie's birthday is next week, and this trip will be a great birthday present for her. And mine will be just twelve days later, so we get to celebrate both birthdays while we are down there. I love you, Mom, but I have chores to finish and supper to fix for us. Bye, Lover.' 'Ben, I am bringing home supper tonight, so don't fix anything. You haven't thawed anything out yet have you?' 'No, Mom, not yet. We're good for a takeout, tonight. See ya soon.' 'Bye, Ben, see you soon.' I went about folding the towels and then had Bea and Brie set the table for supper. I told them Mom was picking something up to bring home. ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 12 The next three weeks were just a blur for me. We left home and arrived in Florida on Friday evening. Saturday morning we went shopping for clothes for all of us, but especially for me. We'd only brought about five changes of clothes. In the three weeks we were gone, I grew six inches in height: to six feet, one inch. I also seemed to have gained almost fifty pounds, as well, and it was mainly muscle. The resort had a work-out room, and I worked out with the machines early in the morning, and late each night, for an hour each time. I swam at night with my family, in the pool, after enjoying our daily outings of entertainment. I could not understand the young girls and women that ogled me each day, or the looks I got from the women (and even a few men) when we went out. Friday, July 1st, 2011 We went to an Italian cuisine restaurant near the resort, for our last night in Florida. The waiter asked if I cared for a something from the bar, and opined that our daughters were very cute and well mannered. I looked at him and said, "Nothing from the bar for me, thank you. However, my wife would like a glass or two of your 2006 Benzinger Sauvignon Blanc with her Branzino (sea bass), tonight. My daughters will have the lasagna with meat sauce, with sparkling lemonade. For myself, I will have a chilled San Pellegrino (carbonated water from Italy) with my Parmesan Crusted Bistecca (steak); cooked medium, I think, for this evening. I believe that will be all, for now." "Of course, Sir. I'll be right back with your drinks and salads." "Take your time, my good man. We are not in a hurry, tonight. We are eating at our leisure." "Of course, Sir." Once the waiter was gone, Bea gave me a look that asked 'what is going on?' while Helen had her mouth open, and Brie was giggling. Bea started it, saying, "Mom, that guy thought Ben was our father! And, Ben, what did you say to him?" "Bea, my sweet child, he mistook me to be the head of this family, so I went along with it. I know you and Brie like lasagna with meat sauce. Your mother wanted fish with some wine, tonight. Myself, I wanted a steak. So, I ordered for us. I looked at the wine menu and saw the white wine your mother would like, so I ordered it, too. What's the problem?" Bea whispered, "But, Bennie, you're only just fifteen! You can't order drinks like that, can you?" "And why not? Our father taught me everything I know about wines and alcoholic drinks, so why not put that knowledge to good use. I'm not drinking any of it, so what's the harm?" "Mom?" whined Bea. "Belinda, what am I supposed to say? He did it perfectly. Look at Benjamin. Does he not look like the man of this family? Has he not taken that role in this family? You, yourself, have said on several occasions that he is like a father to you. So what is the difference? None, what so ever. Now behave yourself, and act like the proper young lady that you are." "Yes, Mother. I'm sorry for doubting you, Ben. Please accept my apology?" "Of course I will accept your apology, Belinda. As I have said before, it is what a family does: we love each other, no matter what. Right?" At that moment the waiter was back with our drinks and salads, on a tray. He served Mom her wine, first, then gave Bea and Brie their lemonade. Lastly, he placed a large chilled glass and an opened bottle of San Pellegrino in front of me. He asked if we would like parmesan cheese on our salads. Brie immediately said, "Yes, please." The waiter looked to me and I nodded and said, "Yes, all around, thank you." He grated the cheese on all four salads, and handed them out. He left a cruet of Italian dressing on the table. There was even a glass stopper in the cruet, to keep the flavor in. The dressing was thicker than I would have thought usual for an Italian dressing, but not as thick as a creamy one. It was sort of an in-between mixture. It was very good, though. It complimented the salad very well, with its olive oil and spices. We were barely finished with our salads, and some good conversation, when he was back. He picked up the salad plates, and then was back refilling our glasses. A couple of minutes later he was back again with more hot, soft, bread sticks. Another person came with a large tray. Our waiter distributed our dinners, and asked if anyone also wanted more cheese. The girls, of course, did. However, Mother and I declined. The meal was excellent, and the waiter was attentive and there when we needed him. Otherwise, we hardly saw him at all. When we had all finished our meals, he was back with a tray of deserts. The ladies declined, however, with my growing appetite, I ordered the Triple Chocolate Strata, and an order of Zeppole. I thought the girls might like to try it. I was right. All three tried the Zeppole, and loved it. [Zeppole is a soft, traditional Italian doughnut, dusted with powdered sugar and served with chocolate sauce for dipping. The Olive Garden restaurant chain serves it. They call it 'Zeppoli', but the proper name is Zeppole – BR.] The check came to me. I pulled out my debit card, and put it with the check. It was whisked away and returned, very quickly. I added a twenty percent tip to the bill, signed it, and pocketed my card. We walked back to our suite, taking the scenic route along the man made lagoon and pool. We went upstairs to our suite, and sat in the lounge as Mom started talking. "Belinda, Britney, I have something to say, now. Please understand that this is a family matter, and no one needs to know about this, but ourselves. I think it is time you know what is going on. I think that you know that Ben is becoming much more than just a brother to you two. He has also become much more than just a son, to me. You both have commented that Ben is like a father to you as well as your big brother. Well, he has taken the role of your father in my life, too. I'm not sure how to say this, but Ben is the man of this family, now. I love him with all my heart." Bea thought of it first and said, "But that means that you and Ben are doing it. Right? But that's incest! That's not right. It's nasty, and not even legal. It's against the Bible. You guys are going to hell for this. Oh My God! That's ... ewwww. Ben's making you do that, because he can make you do stuff you don't want to do. Right?" "Bea, it's not quite like that. I love Ben, and he loves me. We become one person when we together. It is like he was meant to be with me. I can't really describe it. It must be felt to know what it is like." "So, are we next for him to have his filthy ways with? Are we next on your list of victims, Mister Benjamin Martin Hamner?" "Belinda Marie Hamner, I could strike you dead this moment, if I wanted! I don't, for two major reasons. "One, I am not like that. Since I have had the ring, your mother and I have become closer to each other than she and our father ever were. We each love the other so deep and so hard that it is difficult to explain. Take what you feel for Billy Hansen and make it a hundred times stronger ... no, more like a million times stronger. That is how I feel about our mother. I would gladly give up my life for her! That, is how strong this connection is. "Secondly, I love you, sister of mine! I love you as much as I love our mother, but in a different way. I don't want to have sex with you, I want to protect you. I want for you to grow up to be a woman like our Mom. She is a woman who is strong, beautiful, and smart. She is someone that all men want to have, but they know that only someone very special can ever hope have. I want that for each of you Bea ... you, and your sister. Sure, I could make you not tell anyone about this. But I would rather you not tell because you love me, like I love you, and like you love this family. "You can see what has happened to me in these past three weeks. I have grown taller, bigger, and more muscled. I'm more like a man, than a boy. "I seem to have gotten smarter, too. I immediately knew what to say tonight, at the restaurant. I never would have been able to do that before, now would I? No, I would not. I knew the right things to say, and the right things to do, so that I would be treated as the man of this family. The waiter naturally assumed I was the head of the family. Yes, I look a little young. But that is not a hindrance, especially when I act like I did tonight. He never even thought that I was anything except your father, and Mom's husband." Mom took over, then, and said, "Bea, I want to ask you a serious question. What if you found out that your cousin Murray Phillips was the very one man for you? What if he was the man that made your heart do flip flops; the one man who made your heart melt, and your body sing, if he held you in his arms? "Just imagine that you have known ... say, fifty men in your life. Not that you were intimate with them, but you were close to them ... like, going out on dates, and so on. Perhaps even that a few of those men did make you feel all lovey and soft inside, when you were around them. "Then, somehow, you meet Murray. Suddenly, you know deep inside yourself, that here is the man you have been dreaming of all your life. Here is the man that would be your soul mate, the one you just can't live without, now that you know he exists. Would you throw him away just because he is your cousin, or would you do anything to be with him for the rest of your life? "Well, Bea, what is your decision? Do you go to him, or do you throw him away, knowing that you will never be as happy as you could be with him?" "Mom, I don't even know this guy, Murray. Does he really exist?" "Yes, Sweetheart, he does. He is about fifteen or sixteen by now. He is my Aunt Barbara's grandson. They live in Kansas City. But think about what I asked you and then answer honestly, please?" While Bea was thinking this through, Brie came to me. She crawled into my lap, and held on to me. I held her close, and soothed her fears. Brie pulled my head down to hers. She whispered into my ear, "Bennie, do you want me to call you daddy, now? I would, but I think it would be awkward, at home. Can I just call you 'Bennie', like I used to?" I whispered back, "Of course, Sweetheart, you can call me anything you like. I'm still the same old Bennie. I'm just a little better looking." Brie giggled at that, and snuggled into my chest and arms. It was getting late and I suggested, "Let's all sleep on this new information. Tomorrow morning we can discuss it, again. We don't need to leave until 1:00 PM, so we have time enough." I carried Brie to her bedroom. I pulled the covers back for her. Then I set her down on the bed. "You get ready for bed. Mom and I will be in, shortly, to tuck you guys in," I said. I kissed her forehead. Then I left the room. Bea was still sitting on the loveseat, where she had been, before I had left with Brie. I said, "It's time for bed, we have another long day ahead of us, Mom and I will be in, later, to tuck you in." I held my arms open for a hug. I was still standing there, my arms at my sides, now; when Helen came back out of the girl's room. To say the least, I was upset! I was hurt, and I was getting mad. I guess it was way too early to spring it on them ... well, on Bea, anyway. Brie seemed to accept the whole thing, with an attitude that said, 'Oh, okay, so that's the way it is. I can live with that.' But, Bea? I guess it shattered her thoughts of a happy home. I really don't know for sure what it did to her, to hear those words from us. God! I do hope we haven't messed things up so badly that I have to order Bea not to tell. I stood there, shaking with wracking sobs, as I prayed to every God or deity that I could think of. I was hoping and praying that I hadn't really screwed this all up beyond repair. Helen saw me there, and ran to me. She held me while I sobbed uncontrollably, thinking I had really made a mess of things by finding that ring. I twisted the ring, and tried to take it off. My mother, knowing what I was doing, stopped me. With my new strength, I could have succeeded, however her words stopped me more than her hands trying to hold me back. "Ben, Darling, please don't. She needs to figure this all out, in her own time. Brie is happy for both of us. She understands that you need someone that you can count on, someone to love. She said that I have needed someone like that for a long time, now. She knew I wasn't really happy with your father the last few years. "She said that since you found that ring, you have been different. How, she didn't know. Then she said that after school ended, both of us became different. We both became much happier. We were more like a real family again, kind of like the other people she knows. I think part of the reason she is so accepting is that she has the power for compassion, and she is so smart when it comes to people. "You know that she knew something was wrong with your father long before we did. She said he changed once Bea and she were about six or seven. It was like he didn't love them, anymore. He became a stranger to her. Then you found that ring and suddenly this whole family seemed to get better, closer, more like a family should be. You were the man of the house, and I was the woman of the house. She just naturally put us together. "Now Bea is another matter. She doesn't have the same things inside her that Brie does. She sees things differently. Bea is more logical, more ... grounded, I guess ... about things. She sees things as more black and white, with almost no shades of grey. That makes her see things as either right or wrong. She doesn't see there are lots of shades of grey. This situation is wrong in so many ways. Then again, it is right is so many ways, as well. We need to let her sort this out in her own mind as to what she feels is right. "Now let me check to see if they are ready for bed. We can tuck them in, Okay?" "Okay, Mom, let me go wash my face. I know my eyes are all red, and I'll bet my face is all splotchy from crying. I don't want Bea to know I was crying out here." "You will do no such thing, Benjamin Martin Hamner! You will go in there just like you are. Belinda needs to know just how upset you are over this. Now march, buster!" I followed Helen to the door and she peeked in and then opened the door wide for us to enter. There were two double beds in this room, just like ours. Bea was in the right hand bed and Brie in the other. Mom went to Bea, and I to Brie, then we swapped. I kissed each of my sisters on the forehead and said, "Goodnight and sleep tight. I'll see you in the morning." Bea almost turned away from me when I leaned down to kiss her, but she steeled herself to my touch. God that made me feel like some monster, that she just couldn't stomach to be around. I left in a hurry, running from the room. I went to our bedroom and stripped off throwing clothes everywhere; I went to the bathroom and stood under a freezing cold shower trying to numb myself to dull the pain I had caused tonight. That is where my mother found me: freezing, goose pimples all over, and shivering. The sudden shock of warm water woke me from my stupor. I grabbed my mother, held her, and cried. Thank the heavens that Mom had undressed before getting into the shower with me. Otherwise, her beautiful gown would have been ruined. She held me until I quit shivering, led me out of the shower, and dried me off with the towel. Mom pushed me into the bedroom and over to a bed. She pulled the covers back and pushed me to lie down. Then she crawled into bed with me, and just held me and soothed me until I eventually fell asleep. ------- Saturday, July 2nd, 2011 I awoke alone, lonely, and scared. I thought I'd made a real mess of my life, let alone my family's. I should never have put that ring on my finger. Look at what all I had done, all because of teenage hormones. I have broken my family apart. I have alienated my sister against me. I will probably end up in jail, and be killed at the hands of some inmate. Maybe if I remove the ring, I will revert back to my old scrawny self. Then someone will snap me like a twig, and my lousy life will be over. The family can go on. Damaged, yes, but they can live on without me complicating their lives. Too bad we are only on the third floor. Otherwise, I could just throw myself off the balcony and end my misery and suffering. I kept hearing something in the background of my mind, but I wouldn't listen to it. It was saying something about heeding warnings, and the consequences of not heeding the warnings of my life. Well, I might as well face the music. I will let them go home. I will stay here, and see if I can make a life for myself, away from everyone. I will tell them to say I was kidnapped, or fell to my death, or some such nonsense to explain my leaving their lives. God, I hate what this is going to do to Helen. Bea, I think could care less; 'good riddance to bad rubbish' would be her take on all of this. Brie will cope; she somehow is always able to. But Helen, the love of my life, she will be devastated much like I will. She doesn't deserve that. Me, on the other hand ... well, I do. I deserve every bad thing that is thrown in my face. Maybe I would be better off if I just kill myself. I can jab my heart with my penknife, or maybe just slit my wrists in the tub. I'll run some warm water and lie down and cut my wrists and die. I'll do it! Now where are my pants? ------- While Ben was wrestling with his conscience, another conversation was going on in the lounge area of the suite. "Mom, I am so sorry about what I said last night. I was angry, I was hurt, and somehow it all ended badly. I didn't get much sleep last night. I really thought about everything that has happened since Ben found that ring. "I don't know for sure, but I think Ben helped Katie Longstreet. Ben asked me to go find her one day. She was asleep in the downstairs store room. She was laying on the couch with an afghan over her. She had been crying, a lot. Ben asked me to check on her. I originally thought that Ben had raped her, but after that time, Katie has been very close to Ben, she always looks at him with the kind of eyes that you have when you look at him. But it is a little different. With her it seems more like admiration, like he did something good for her. "She has been kind of by herself a lot this year, more so than before, but after that day she has been like a normal girl, happy and carefree. I heard a rumor at school that Katie was real afraid of her father and brother. Nobody knew any facts, but a lot of guesses were made that she was being abused by them. She would be out of school for three or four days at a time, because of some unnamed illness. But when she came back to school, she would sometimes have some yellow marks on her body. She would try to hide them, but some of the other girls saw them. I think that her dad and brother beat her or maybe worse. I think that somehow, Ben made it all go away. It was after he started wearing that ring, when it happened. "Now you and he are ... I guess you are lovers, now, huh? Anyway I always thought that incest was very bad. It is against the law; you would make three headed babies, and all kinds of nonsense. But I remember reading somewhere, that all that was just so that people wouldn't inbreed too much, so that things like that didn't happen. There's a lot of evidence showing that close relatives can have normal babies, and that incest is just a religious taboo, and that the laws were made to make sure it stayed that way. "Your analogy about Murray really hit home to me. If you love Ben so much that you don't feel that you could live without him, then why should I mess up your happiness, or his. I just want us to be a family, a family that loves one another and is happy doing things together." "Oh, Belinda, that is probably the longest I have ever heard you speak about anything. Yes, I love your brother that much; but I would give that all up, to make sure that you two are happy with our family." "Mom, there is no need for that. Can I go wake up Ben and tell him my decision?" "Of course. We all will go wake up the sleepyhead. I know he didn't get a lot of sleep last night, either." All three, still in their sleepwear, headed for the bedroom where Ben was supposed to be. He, however, was just sliding his nude body into the tub, penknife in hand. He was ready to end his life. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 13 When Helen and the girls entered the bedroom they could hear the water running and thought that Ben was taking a shower, so they sat on the bed to wait for him. They talked some more about all the fun they have had, here in this paradise. They waited and then heard the water turn off and they anxiously awaited Ben's arrival into the bedroom. Suddenly, Brie screamed! Then Helen heard in her mind, 'Please forgive me, Mother, for what I am about to do. This is the only way out!' All three tried to rush into the bathroom at once, and were thwarted in their attempt by too many bodies attempting to pass through the enclosed space of the doorway. Brie was the first to see her brother bringing the very sharp penknife to bear upon his upturned wrist. She screamed, "Nooooo!" again, and fainted. This did allow Helen to slip through the door, and lunge for the blade that could end her son's life. Brie's scream startled Ben. He dropped the knife alongside the outside of the tub. It fell to the floor, breaking the blade on the ceramic tiles. Helen grabbed her son around the shoulders, and hauled him out of the tub. She held him, crying and shaking uncontrollably. For Ben, this was a reprieve, or was it? Bea was not in the room, that he could see. Brie was on the bathroom floor, unconscious. His mother was holding onto him, with what felt like a death grip. Bea, however, was nowhere to be seen. 'She hates me so much that she can't stand to be near me. They should have let me die. I need to die, so that I can never hurt Bea (or anyone else) ever again, ' were the thoughts running through young Ben's mind. Brie slowly came around, and stirred, slightly. Ben could see that Brie was alright. Well, she was not dead, at least. But ... where was Bea? When Bea was able to take in the scene in the bathroom, she was awe struck. She backed up out of the doorway, and fell as her knees contacted the bed. She couldn't believe her eyes: her brother was trying to take his own life! He must have felt that he had hurt her so badly, that he didn't deserve to live. How could he have thought that way? Didn't he know that she loved him? How could he know? She had shunned him, and called him horrible names last night. Then, again, this morning, she wasn't there for him. Perhaps she was the one who was bad. Maybe she was the one who should be punished. Belinda slowly rose from the bed, and walked into the bathroom. She picked up the broken penknife and put the sharp edge against her own wrist, but against the top part, not the underside. That is when Brie became aware of everything around her, and she stood up. She grabbed Bea. She twisted the hand holding the knife. The knife fell again to the tile floor of the bathroom, breaking the blade completely. Bea let out a screech, and turned to see who had stopped her from doing what needed to be done. Suddenly all four in the bathroom heard Voice boom thoughts into their heads. 'ENOUGH!! This has gone too far. You have all passed my test. This test was to see, when I planted false and evil thoughts into you, how you would react. I needed to know your true intentions. I have found that you four are the ones for whom I have been searching, for so very long.' 'Please, let us adjourn to the other room, so we may converse in comfort. It has been a very long search, indeed, to find individuals worthy of my power. Yes, you each have a power within you, and each one of you compliments each other. Combined, you are almost as powerful as I. Once you have combined with my power, there is no force on this planet that can stop us. 'I am sorry I had to break your pen knife, Ben, but I could not allow either of you to come to harm.' All four moved off to the bedroom and sat on the beds, Helen and Ben on one bed and Brie and Bea on the other, all facing each other. 'I am about to reveal to you some facts about my past and my origin. I am much older than you think I am. I am an entity of pure energy. According to your method of time measurement, I am approximately four billion years old. 'I arrived on this planet about the time that its crust had cooled enough to have achieved solidification. I did have some powers of locomotion; however, at that time, I was still an infant. I had to rely upon solar and cosmic winds, as I am unaffected by gravity due to my lack of mass. I looked at Mars and Venus, but only Earth showed the possibility of developing significant varieties of life. For such a long time it was a very lonely existence. Then man came along in his earliest form. It was very difficult trying to communicate with mankind, then, as they had no language. Their minds had not developed enough for language. 'Slowly, over time, things changed. Man became more aware of his surroundings. A kind of language was forming, but nothing was being written down. After more time, mankind became more perceptive of the world around him. He tried to tame the world, to make his life more comfortable. He cultivated foods to eat, he domesticated animals to augment his labors, he also learned to manipulate ores into metals, and then added different ores to make new alloys. 'I was tired of my existence of floating around the planet, by then, so I found a rock and settled into it. This occurred around 4000 BC. The rock was found, many hundreds of years later. It was cut and polished until my form, the fuzzy lightning bolt you see within the black stone, was visible. As I was passed from hand to hand, many times I allowed the being holding me to utilize some of my power.' 'In 1353 AD, a silversmith was creating a ring for a very powerful leader of his area. The leader wanted a unique stone to be added to a ring. The silversmith had bought my stone, many years before, but no one wanted such a fuzzy image. The silversmith wanted to be rid of a stone no one wanted, and the leader wanted something unique, so I was made into this ring. You were right about the oldest book you found, though. It was a copy of an ancient Sumerian text. It explained my uses and powers, when I was still a loose stone. The latest journal is indeed written in Early Modern English. The first part of it is a fair translation from the old Sumerian tongue. You four, though, are almost more unique than I am. I have never, in my long history on this planet, found anyone who was truly worthy of my full powers. Because of my test, I am sure you are the ones who will benefit the most from what I can give you. I hope you will forgive me for the test; but I had to know your true feelings, before I awoke the ancient genetic powers within your minds.' All four of us just sat there, stunned by this revelation. I was mad, of course. This had all been some silly test, just to see if we had the moral character to be accepted by him. Then, too, I could see some of his reasoning. I didn't know about the others, but this would take some getting used to. Nobody said anything for a few minutes, so I spoke up. "We need to get dressed, and have some breakfast. It's going to be a long day, again, and we need to get home. Then we can think this whole thing over, in a place where we are more comfortable." We broke up, then. I went to drain the tub, so Mom could shower. As for myself, I didn't think I would ever look at a tub of water again, without shivering and remembering this day. Soon Mom came in to shower, and I left to get dressed. I ordered breakfast for the room, and waited in lounge while everyone else got ready. I made sure I was all packed. All of the clothes I had outgrown, I had packed in an additional suitcase I had bought, here. I would donate them once we got home. I know it was silly to drag all that back home, but we could get receipts for tax purposes, if we did it at home. Here, I would just have to give it away. Breakfast came just as Mom and Bea entered the lounge. We could get started, early. Brie showed up before the room service guy left, so we were all able to eat together. After we ate we grabbed our bags and we went downstairs. Mom took care of the resort bill, and began to arrange for a taxi to take us to the airport. We said we needed a van, and the resort clerk said that there was no need for a taxi, as their van could take us. About ten minutes later, we loaded up in the van. We were driven to the airport in Orlando. After what seemed like forever, we boarded an airplane, and headed home ... well, to Little Rock, anyway. Then a smaller plane took us to the South Arkansas Regional Airport. It was quicker to go there even though it was actually further from the house than the El Dorado downtown airport. We had left from there, so Mom's car was in the long term lot. We finally arrived home about 10:30PM. After all the worry, the excitement, and drama we'd had today, we all just went to bed. I even slept in my own bed, alone. ------- Sunday, July 3rd, 2011 I woke up just after eight o'clock, the next morning. I actually felt rested, and ready to explore my new world as a being of power and control. I got up, showered, and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. I came downstairs, and I was alone. I thought of each of the women in my life, and gently nudged them awake. 'Ladies, I'm going to fix breakfast for us. Would you like to join me? If so I would suggest you get a move on!' While my sleepyheads got up and dressed; I cooked sausage, scrambled eggs, made toast, and poured milk and juice for each of us. I also made some coffee for Mom. I had just set everything on the table when the three women in my life came into the dining room. "Have a seat, ladies. Breakfast is served! Coffee will be ready in a minute, Helen." After breakfast was finished and the dishes put in the dishwasher, I refilled everyone's glasses with, juice, milk, water, or coffee. "Okay! Now, we need to get with the Voice. We'll see what all we have to work with, and how we are to plan for our future. Voice, please join us and tell us what special talents we have, that you can add your power to." 'Very well, Ben. I will start with Helen. Helen is a very capable woman, in most ways. However, she does have a talent that you will need. She is able to see trends in the stock market, and has an uncanny sense of knowing when to buy and/or sell certain stocks, commodities, and bonds. This is sometimes referred to as intuition. Hers, though, is much stronger, and actually may be the result of some precognition. 'She probably wouldn't tell you, but she has manipulated her initial investment of just under one million dollars, into its current worth of two and a half million. It is she to whom this family needs to listen, regarding financial dealings. She also has a talent of finding the right people, for the right jobs. She would be the perfect person to be the CEO of your new company. Her choice of Karen Stevens as an accountant for your new venture is an excellent one. Karen has a very good knack for numbers, too.' 'Belinda is your anchor. She will keep you grounded, via her knowledge of right and wrong. She also has the gift of 'clear sight', or clairvoyance. That means she can see events or objects that are somewhere else. She has precognition, and retro-cognition. These are the abilities to see the future and the past. She is, essentially, your conscience.' 'Now, Britney is a lot like you, Ben; in that she has telepathy, and will have some mind control. However, her talents will have to wait until after the onset of puberty. Most talents like this are deeply hidden. At puberty, they awaken, and come to the forefront. She may have some other talents, but I do not know what they are, as yet.' 'Now we come to you, young Ben. 'As you know, you have telepathy, mind control, and empathy (the ability to feel the emotions of others). Combined with your other powers, you can control the emotions of others. You also posses psychometrics. This perceives information about a person, place, or object by holding in one's hands, an object belonging to the person, place, or thing. You have a rough talent for telekinesis, but you will have to practice at that, in order to become more proficient. Another talent you have that must be practiced to control and understand, is "auric sight." This is the ability to see, or sense, the colors of auras. Thereby you will be able to understand certain things about the moods, emotions, thoughts, and even the health of other people. This goes hand in hand with the empathy you have. Helen may have some form of empathy, also. That would explain her being able to find the right people, when needed, for a certain job.' 'But, Ben, the biggest thing going for you, is that you are an "alpha." This means that you are the most dominant person in this family. More to the point, you are head and shoulders above nearly all normal males or females that you will encounter. Because this trait is just emerging, it is not extremely strong, at this point. However, the incident in the restaurant the other evening, is a prime example how others will perceive you in most situations. With the growth that you have experienced, recently, do not be surprised when even Ken or Gary will defer to your wishes.' 'The only talent that is part of the so called ESP or psychic powers that is not exhibited right now, is psychic healing. That is the ability to cure pains or illnesses, by the transference of healing energy. But, as I said, I don't see that ability, right now. This is not to say that it will not become apparent at some time in the future, as that could well happen. 'That may even be Britney's main power.' We all sat in shock at what we had heard in our minds. It sounded like we were beings from another planet, with all the powers we had. But then, too, it kind of explained a few things. Now, how was I going to try to explain my physical difference to the people around us? "Mom, I think we need to wait a couple of weeks to decide what new business venture we need to start, and things like that. How about for now, we just throw some ideas out, and list them. Then, later, we can discuss the true merits of the ideas that come up. Some of the farfetched ones may actually be the best. So we mustn't criticize or belittle any ideas, yet. How does that sound?" "Ben you are quite right, sometimes the very best idea is the screwiest one; but, after you think about it, it becomes the most viable. I have found that to be true when making choices for my stock buys. I'll get some paper and be right back." When Mom came back we sat until lunchtime, having a real brainstorming session. We had come up with at least fifty ideas for a business that we as a family could do, with the powers that we had. I checked again with Voice, to see if I had to have a full name to find someone, as one of the ideas was to find missing persons, and/or things. We thought that psychometrics could be used for that. Missing persons should be easy, if the person knew their own name, and had not been brainwashed into thinking it was something else. However, Voice said that unless we were talking about someone less than six years of age, their mind would still answer to their right name. He also told us that my telepathy would not necessarily need a full name, only a picture in my mind of the person, or an idea of who I was looking for, meaning that a photo of a person could lead me to finding them. This led us to think that a company that would find people and things, could be a real possibility. The next question was, could we really find someone that was missing? Did they need to be alive for me to find them? Could I find people that were dead? That was easy to test. I thought of Grandpa Phillips, but I drew a blank. Then I tried Ken's dad, Frank. He was recently dead, actually less than two years ago. First, I looked into Ken's mind, and found a lot of information about his dad. Then I looked into Karen's mind, to see if I could get some more information. Though I knew where Frank was buried, I didn't want to think about that right now. I looked for a mental signature that I thought would be Frank Stevens. I felt something emerging in my head, but what is was, I couldn't say. Then I saw something that I think I will never forget. I saw the images of when Frank was killed. I saw about two minutes of the time up until his death and even about a minute after the explosion. His last thoughts were of his wife and family and how he was going to really miss them. Then his mind calmed and that was the end of what I saw. One of the men I saw with him was a man that I remembered seeing at the funeral. He was in uniform and had an empty sleeve. I saw his arm being torn from his body by the explosion and I saw the piece of shrapnel that tore through the chest of MSgt Frank Evan Stevens, killing him almost instantly. To say I was shaken by this vision would be a great understatement. I was visibly horrified, and almost puked my entire lunch at the table. The others were still kicking a few ideas around. My gagging brought everyone's attention to me, and they were worried about why it had happened. I had not told anyone what I was going to do, so they had no idea of what I did. I steeled myself mentally and physically, and explained what I had done. Their first reaction was one of disgust. I was chastised severely for even attempting such a stupid idea. I explained that if I could find someone recently dead, without much information, then I could find anyone, anywhere. I said, "Just think of all the parents out there that we could help, by finding their children, dead or alive. I suspect that if dead, they would have to be recently deceased. Because, when I tried to find Grandpa Phillips, I couldn't find a single trace. That is why I tried for Ken's dad, Frank. He was the only dead person I knew." Bea said, "We need to name our company 'We Find It' and we could put it on the internet under that too. I think Ben has a great idea. This is something we can all do as a family and with Ben's computer skills, we could say he is just following leads he finds that way, until we all graduate. But we need to make sure that anyone who is a client knows that privacy is the only way we will work for them. No media circus for us finding things, we as a company, will stay in the background. We have to be very discrete; we won't go looking for anyone in a witness protection program, now crooks we will go after, but not people that need to be protected." I said, "I understand that, but we need a parent company, to be able to branch out from the initial 'We Find It'. Let's start 'Hamner Enterprises, LLC' with 'We Find It' as a subsidiary of the main company. The main company will be taking care of all the financial and administrative duties of the company, and then 'We Find It' will be just the tracing part of the company. That way we are isolated from lawsuits, and such. The main company funds the subsidiary, and controls the fees we collect from it. Does that sound more like a viable company?" We all agreed, so I went about developing a website, with our domain name of 'wefindit.org'. The only trouble with that, was that the name was already taken. We had to come up with a new name. I looked and looked and could not find anything for a name for our company that hadn't already been taken. I finally found one that would work: 'Hamner Locaters, LLC'. I then set about designing the website. It started out with a picture of a little boy putting up a handwritten sign that said, 'Have you seen my puppy?' There was a picture of a small dog, and a blacked out phone number. Underneath were the words: 'Is something of yours lost? Contact us to see if we can find it for you.' We would list an 800 phone number, and an anonymous e-mail address, from either yahoo or gmail. I would work up a form letter, which a client could fill out on the site. They would just click it, to send it to us. I went ahead and set up the website and e-mail address. I would get the toll free number set up, tomorrow. I thought we should also add Ms. Donner to our firm, for legal help. I would have Ms. Donner contact the State Attorney General's office, to submit a form to register the companies with the state. Mom still had Ms. Donner's phone number, so she called and asked if Ms. Donner could come over for supper, Tuesday night. "I think that can be arranged. Are you having some more trouble, Mrs. Hamner?" "No, Gloria, but I do have some questions and a possible business opportunity to discuss with you. It may be something you might be interested in, as it has nothing to do with divorces." "You know me too well, Helen. How did you know I am getting burned out on messy divorces? Not that I'm not good at it, it's just that it's wearing me down. Now what's this all about?" "Gloria, I really don't want to discuss this over the phone; but if you could come to the house for supper, Tuesday night, I think you might be interested." "Now you have my curiosity up and running, full time! Is tomorrow night too soon to come over? I have nothing planned that night, and since I live alone, I don't have to answer to anyone." "I think tomorrow would be all right. I'll see if Ben can whip up something nice for us for tomorrow night ... say, at 6:30?" "Ben cooks? My, my, will wonders never cease? Is he a good cook?" "Believe me, Ben cooks like a chef. See you then." "Yeah, I'll be there." "Did you have to say I would fix a chef style meal tomorrow? Let me see what I can thaw out, and what I can whip up." I quickly ran upstairs, grabbed my laptop, and came back down. I looked in the fridge, and in the freezer. I found six boneless pork chops in a package, in the fridge. I had pulled them out of the freezer when we arrived home last night, to have for either tonight or tomorrow. Okay, now I went to my trusty 'cooks dot com' website. I was looking to find a really good, but quick and easy recipe for pork chops. I found a 'pork chops a la Dijon' recipe that I thought would work. I found a package of peas with pearl onions, in the freezer that would go well with the pork, and a standard sized can of applesauce. Okay, the menu was set for tomorrow night: pork chops, peas, and applesauce. I would fix some mashed potatoes and gravy, too. ------- Now for a little background on Ms. Gloria Margret Donner. She is a thirty-nine year old divorcee, who had a very bad marriage. Her husband was a real asshole, much like Martin Hamner, but this particular asshole was into spousal abuse. When Gloria met Steven Kitchener, they were in college. He was finishing up his MBA, and she was starting on her last year of law school. She already had an offer from a prestigious firm in Dallas, Texas, upon her graduation from the UT Austin, School of Law [That's the University of Texas at Austin, Texas]. They were married upon graduation, and Steven found a job with a good company, also in Dallas. After two years, Steven informed Gloria that he was going back to school for his doctorate. He quit his job, to devote full time to his studies and they lived ... or should I say, subsisted ... on Gloria's meager associate lawyer's paycheck from the law firm. Shortly after quitting his job, Steven also quit school, unbeknownst by Gloria. He would leave the house, supposedly for school, before Gloria left for work in the morning. He wouldn't be home before eight at night. Many times when he did come home, he was either drunk or high. When Gloria would say something about it, he would slap her around a bit. Mainly he would hit her upper arms or her back. He would hit her on her stomach and upper thighs; both front and back. These were locations that the marks would not show when she was dressed for work. When sober, he would profusely apologize and then do it all over again in a couple of weeks or maybe wait even a month. This went on for almost eight months until Gloria had had enough. She contacted one of the junior partners at the firm. The woman suggested a divorce, and offered to help Gloria go through it. Gloria found out that Steven was from a wealthy family. He had plenty of money of his own, but it was tied up in a trust fund. That was why he was scrounging money from her. Stupid Steven had not insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement, either, so he stood to lose a bundle when Gloria divorced him. Gloria's junior partner lawyer friend, Gwendolyn Snodgrass, was a fierce divorce lawyer. Between the two of them, they took Steven to the cleaners. That included his trust fund, which didn't even kick in until he reached the age of thirty! It was a very close thing, though. The Kitchener family got a high priced lawyer, too. They tried, unsuccessfully, to fight the divorce settlement. There was one thing going for Gloria that Steven's lawyers hadn't known. Every fight that Steven and Gloria had had, after the fifth one, was videotaped. Pictures were taken of the marks on Gloria's body, too. She also secretly went to a hospital, where she'd had photos taken of her treatment and her bruises. She held the police off as long as she could, by telling them that she was gathering evidence to stop the abuse. When she could hold them off no longer, she filed. After the divorce, she pursued his charges in criminal court: spousal abuse, assault and battery, and attempted murder. Utilizing the same pictures and videos that were used for the divorce; she won that case, too. Gloria then turned her talents to divorce law, and became very good at her job. The case that brought her to Helen's attention; was the case of a Texas state legislator, and his three affairs with some of his legislative aides. He really messed up when one of the aides turned up pregnant. She was also the one who was only seventeen at the time of the first seduction by the 'great' legislator. All hell broke loose after that came to light, and Gloria was able to rake him over the coals, quite well. Gloria and her client were in Texas at the time, so her client only received half of the legislator's assets. However, Arkansas was not, and is not, a community property state. With Martin Hamner's criminal activities, there was no doubt that Helen would get the bulk of his property and assets, especially as she had been sent to jail on Martin's trumped up federal charges. Gloria found that she liked Arkansas very much, and moved her practice. She bought into a small law firm in Little Rock. This takes us to the supper at the Hamner home, on Monday evening. ------- Monday, July 4th, 2011 The fourth was kind of lonely, due to the fact that no one came over. We spent the time rehashing our discussions about what the business should be. We four lounged around the pool, giving Mom a chance to get some much needed sun. I looked over some exercise equipment much like the equipment the resort had in their workout room. I figured I could do one of three things about that. One was to utilize one of the rooms in the attic, not that it was finished off; two was to move all the stuff from the servants quarters downstairs and convert the living room into a workout room or three; was to move the lounge stuff out of the pool house into the attic. Then I had an idea. The first bay of the garage would be perfect for a workout room. I could close off that one bay's door, and put a wall up between that bay and the other five bays. There would still have to be a door to go into the other bays, but the converted bay could be air conditioned and vented, so that it wouldn't stink. That area was roughly the same area as the resort's workout room. Mom looked at the equipment too, and said that we would all need to work out, so we could be strong together. Late Monday afternoon, I started in on fixing our special meal for Ms. Donner. We didn't have any bread crumbs, so I made some. I toasted four slices of bread, and then chopped them up very fine. I placed them in a pan, and fried them in some olive oil until they were crisp. I peeled the potatoes, cut them up, and put them on to boil. I then trimmed the meat and mixed up the lemon juice, mustard, and capers to let that marinate a while. Then, a little after six PM, I put the chops in the mustard mixture bowl. I let them soak for a few minutes, then it was time to cover the chops with the re-crushed bread crumbs. I put them on the sheet pan, and they were ready to go into the oven. About forty minutes in the oven, and the chops would be done. I had already set the oven to pre-heat, and had put the applesauce in the fridge so it would be cold when served. It was just a matter of waiting on Ms. Donner. Once she arrived, I could start the meat baking. I'd put the veggies in to nuke, when the meat was about done. The potatoes would be done boiling by then, and I would mash them and put them in a bowl. I had just finished cleaning up in the kitchen when I heard the door chimes. I popped the pan of meat in the oven, and set the timer. I then walked toward the front of the house searching for the mind of Ms. Donner. She would be the first person who knew roughly what Ben was supposed to look like, who would see the new me. Gloria was greeted by Helen at the door and two young girls, which would be Belinda and Britney, but where was Ben the chef? "Helen! It's so good to see you again. You look years younger! What's your secret? And this must be the girls Bea and Brie, right? So where is this great chef I've heard so much about?" About then I walked through the dining room door, and into the foyer, wiping my hands on a towel. "Ah, here comes my Ben. Ben, this is Gloria Donner. Gloria, this is Ben Hamner. He's the man of the house, now," Helen explained. 'This is Ben? But he should be what, 14 or15, maybe? But this luscious hunk looks to be more like 20 to 25. Boy, would I like to get my hands on him!' thought Gloria. "So nice to meet you, Ms. Donner. Welcome to our home. I just put the meat in the oven, so may I offer you a drink of some kind? We have water, coke, and wine, or are you one of those who prefer whiskey?" "Oh ... ah ... Water will be fine, although a glass of wine might be nice, too." "I think I can manage that. I have both a chardonnay and a merlot chilling that I can serve with our meal. Would you rather have one of those Ms. Donner?" "Let's wait til the meal for the wine, Ben. I think water will do Gloria for now. How much time do we have before supper will be ready?" "I just put the meat in. So, say, forty-five minutes before I can serve it. Why don't you all go in the parlor? I'll bring everyone some water, and we can talk a bit before supper." Helen led the way to the parlor, and I headed back into the kitchen. I got glasses of ice water for everyone, and put it all on a serving trolley from the butler's pantry. I rolled the trolley into the parlor and served everyone their water. Then I sat on the loveseat, alone. Mom was in her chair; Gloria was on the couch, flanked by my sisters. I had about twenty minutes to talk before I needed to be in the kitchen, again. When I entered, Gloria was saying, " ... but he looks so much older, he certainly doesn't look sixteen. I almost though he was the new man in your life, Helen." "It would seem that I had a very aggressive growth spurt, while we were on vacation. We were gone three weeks. I think I had to buy new clothes five times, during that span. I went from five foot-seven to six-one in three weeks, but I also put some weight on, too." "Oh, yes. It was almost embarrassing the amount of food he ate. But then he worked out every day at the workout room, there at the resort. Plus, we walked what seemed like thirty miles each day, between seeing the sights and shopping for Ben." "I would guess so! Wow! Six inches in height, in just three weeks! That has to be some kind of record. How much weight did you gain?" "I went from about one twenty-five to one seventy-five, but most of that turned into muscle, since I was working out every day. I guess I need some workout equipment, here, so I don't get all flabby. Oh! Time for me to make like a cook, again. Why don't you all come into the dining room, in about ten minutes?" As I left to go back to my cooking, I took the trolley with me. I checked on the chops, and looked at the timer. It was time to start the veggies. I put them in the microwave, and started them cooking. I got out a bowl for the peas and onions, and another one for the applesauce. I made sure the places were set at the table. Then I got the platter for the meat down from the top of the fridge. I put the platter on the stove, back by the oven's vent, so it would get warm. I opened the merlot so it could breathe. I checked its temperature, to make sure it was right around sixty-five degrees. We have a wine cellar in the basement, but we also have two wine cabinets in the butler's pantry. One is for white wine. It keeps the wine at about fifty-five degrees, as does the cellar. The other wine cabinet is for keeping the red wines at sixty-five degrees. In the meantime, I drained the potatoes, and added the butter and a little milk. I started mashing them. Once I had all the lumps reduced, I added a handful of shredded cheddar cheese to the potatoes, and stirred it all up. The veggies were done, but I left them in the microwave until I got the meat out of the oven. The timer went off, so I brought the meat out and put it on the platter. I added a small bowl of what was left of the mustard, lemon juice and capers mixture, and put that on the side of the meat platter. I then poured the peas and onions in their bowl, opened the applesauce, and poured that into its bowl. I put the potatoes into a bowl, too. I put the meat platter and the veggie bowl on the stove to stay warm, and took out the wine and applesauce. I then called out, "Dinner is served." I went back to get the meat and veggies, and put them on the table. Then I held chairs for Helen, Gloria, and the girls. I then took the silver cover off the platter of meat, and served a small portion of the wine to Gloria, to let her approve of it. I then poured a glass for her, and then one for Mom. I sat, and we held hands and Mom said grace. "Okay, people let's dig in. I hope there is enough for everyone," I said as I passed the peas to Gloria. The meal was quite good, and there wasn't but a small bit of applesauce left, after we were done. I started cleaning up the dishes, when Mom spoke up. "Girls, since Ben has been so kind as to fix this great meal, I think you can take care of the dishes for us. We will be in the parlor when you're done." Bea looked at Mom, and then at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and followed Mom and Gloria to the parlor. I brought the wine bottle with me, in its bucket of cold water. I also brought a towel to dry the bottle before pouring from it. Once we were in the parlor, Mom started by asking some questions of Gloria. "Gloria, I think I heard you say that you were getting a little burned out on divorces, is that a true statement?" "Well, in a way, I guess that is about right. Why, what have you got in mind?" "We, the four of us, are going to be starting a new company. I'm tired of the same old thing every day, and I was thinking of starting my own company. However we discussed it with the family, and we came to the conclusion that we seem to have a way of finding things out. Between Ben on the computer, and my daughter's insight into people and things, we want to start a company called 'Hamner Locaters, LLC'. I think I already have an accountant friend who could be our CFO, but we need someone to keep us legal, and out of trouble. We were wondering if you would be interested in representing us in this venture. It may not be much, right away, but it could conceivably turn into something big. "We thought we could start, maybe, with some missing persons ... you know, like missing spouses that have stopped paying child support or alimony ... things like that. We would need you, at the start, to give us someone to find. We would go from there. Or maybe we could contact insurance companies for losses, like those cars we found in the barn. So what do you think? Is this something you might be interested in?" "You know, Helen, that is a nice gesture. Could you really do something like that? I mean there are some very good skip tracers out there. They have a number of people working for them, who travel all over interviewing people, searching for clues on someone's whereabouts. How do you think you can get into that, with just your family? I mean the kids are still in school, right?" "Yes, the children are still in school, and will be for some time to come. However, we have a secret method of finding people. For now, just go along with it. As an example, give us a full name of someone you would like to find. If we don't find that person, then we will forget this idea, and that will be that. However, if we find the person, would you consider joining us in this venture?" "I guess so. I still think you are crazy, but I have a name for you already. This is a guy who skipped out on a woman, and nobody can seem to find him. His name is James Earl Bailey, Junior. He was in Dallas, three years ago. I can get you his old address in the morning, if you think you can do this. If you can find him, then I will seriously consider your offer. I have had some of the best people in the business try to find this guy, and nobody can find him." "Please excuse me, Ms. Donner. Let me try to see what I can do, okay?" "Sure, Ben, knock yourself out." I left, and went upstairs. On the way up, I looked into Gloria's mind to get more information on this guy. He had skipped when his wife sued him for divorce. He skipped with over ten million dollars that he had embezzled. He took his employer for four million, and six million from his wife's family. He just disappeared as far as anyone could tell. I got to my room, turned on my computer, and said in my mind, 'James Earl Bailey, Junior! Answer me, now! Speak to me in your mind, and tell me where you are.' 'Yes, master, what do you wish of me?' 'Are you the James Bailey who left Dallas three years ago, leaving a wife and two children?' 'Yes, Master.' 'Where are you, currently?' 'I am currently in the town of Shasta Lake, California, Master.' 'Are you in a house?' 'Yes, Master. I am in my new home, just off Lake Boulevard, to the north of town. What must I do, Master?' 'What identity are you using at this time?' 'My new identity is Jason Babcock. Why must you know that, Master?' 'If I am to contact you I need the name you are using now. Stay there. I will contact you again, is that clear?' 'Yes, Master, I will stay here until I am contacted again.' I did a little searching, and found an address for this Jason Babcock. It was 14206 Lake Boulevard, Shasta Lake, CA. I printed the information out along with a picture of his new California driver's license, and took them downstairs to show to Gloria. I had been gone about half an hour, when I came back into the parlor. Bea and Brie were sitting on the loveseat, listening to Mom and Gloria talking. I handed the two pieces of paper to Gloria and asked, "Is this the man you are looking for?" "How ... er ... yes this is the guy, how did you find him? Can you be sure he is still there?" "He will be there whenever you want to pick him up. But I need to know exactly when he is to be arrested." "Now why would you need that information? And how did you find him so fast?" "Well, for right now, that will have to be our secret. I have my ways, and some of them may not be totally legal. I am not qualified, nor authorized, to access certain databases where I find my information. So my question to you, is; is our little venture something you can get behind, or not?" "I'm not so sure I can condone you accessing information you are not supposed to have access to, but I sure can't argue with the results. How did you find him so quick? I mean, we have had some professional people looking for him for almost two solid years, now, and we haven't had a sniff of where he was?" "That is my secret. I found him, so we want the reward for finding him. We really don't need the reward. I think giving it to the ex-wife would make her day, wouldn't it?" "You're serious about this, aren't you? Helen, do you really think this is something you should be involved with? I mean, with your whole family being involved? Ben, I could maybe understand, because of how he looks ... but the rest of you, I just don't know." "Gloria, Ben is the man of this house, he takes care of us. He is our protector and our leader. If he says we can do this, then I'm sure we can. After all, didn't he just find someone you have been looking for, for over two years? According to my way of thinking, we just did a job nobody else could do. I don't see where it was so hard to find this guy, and nobody even left the house." "Yeah, you're right, Helen. It's just so surprising that you could find him so quick. But if he was found using illegal means, that's not right." "Ms. Donner, I used the California DMV database to show you a picture of the guy, to verify that I had found the right guy. If that was not the right picture, then I would've been wrong. I only went there to make sure I had the right man. It would be the same if I tapped into surveillance camera videos: traffic cams, or the like. Yes, I know I would probably need authorization to get that information, so we need you to petition the court to make me an officer of the court. Then I can do it legally, right?" "Where does he get his information, Helen? Of course he's right, but it would have to be a federal court. Otherwise, he would be limited to either state or county databases. I would have to make some calls. I would think he would have to become a Special Deputy US Marshal. We would have to petition the United States District Court for the Western District of Arkansas. There is a Senior District Judge right here in El Dorado. We'll ask if he will allow the appointment. I think we should do that, later, once we can show that we have captured some very high profile fugitives. I don't think we would stand a chance, before then." "Okay, Ms. Donner. I would suggest that you send me say ... five or six of your highest profile 'lost people'. Give me their full names, last known addresses, and a picture if one is available. Then, let me go to work. We still have almost eight weeks left of summer vacation. That gives me some time to find those people. If I can find all of them, and they can be captured, then will you submit the paperwork for the petition to make me a Special Deputy US Marshal?" "Ben if you can find even half of them, I think I could get you a hearing by the district court. If you find every one I send you, there could be a badge in your future, but only if you are an adult." "Is there going to be a problem with my age? I just turned sixteen, last week. Do we need to submit an emancipation order, first, to make me a responsible adult before then?" "Yes. Persons seventeen and older can petition the court for emancipation in Arkansas. That is impossible for you, right now. You'll have to wait at least a year, but there are other things to consider, and your education is one. You have two years left until you graduate high school. That could be a problem. But I don't think it will be, since you have to wait until you're seventeen, anyway. If need be, we can always get you 'home schooled, ' and advance you accordingly." "Well, I'm in advanced classes at school, now. Maybe I could get a tutor to come in and get me ready to test on the subjects I need to graduate. I could maybe be done by May of next year. In the meantime, I think we still need to pursue the work of finding people. What do you say, Ms. Donner, can we do that, for now?" "Yes, I think so. I'll need to do some digging to find some names and maybe get access to some files, so I'll have faces and some more information for you to work with. Now what type of missing persons, or articles, would you need to look for?" Helen spoke this time, "I think we need to work on as many different people, and things, as we can. That way, you will know we can find anything. As long as the case isn't over two or three years old, we might be able to trace missing children, too. I'm sure that you can contact, or you have contacts, with some insurance adjusters. They have things that they would love to find, before paying off on big items. Those are the kinds of things we're interested in." "I think I can get you something by ... say, Wednesday or Thursday? I'll bring it all by the house, that night. Would that be okay? Maybe I can talk Ben, here, into fixing me another wonderful meal like he did, tonight." "I think that can be arranged. Do you have a favorite dish in mind?" "Nothing special, just no liver or spinach, anything else I'm good with." "Good, then it's a date. Thursday evening ... at say 6:30, again?" "Perfect. Now, I need to get going. I need to let some people know where our errant Mr. Bailey can be found. See you all, Thursday." ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885Final edit by an 'anonymous friend'Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 14 The four of us discussed what we thought would be the best plan for us to pursue our interests. It seemed my graduating would be the highest priority. Whether that involved home schooling, tutors or regular school remained to be seen. Next, Mom could submit a corroborating statement to the court in my emancipation petition, which would explain that the reason for my emancipation petition would be for me to be able to act as an adult for business purposes. Next, Mom and I would pursue getting some estimates for converting the closest bay of the garage into a workout room, so we could all get into better shape. Soon it was time for bed. Mom needed to go back to work, and we had kids coming back for a pool party. Of course, now that things were out in the open about Mom and me, there was no problem with me sleeping in Mom's bed. Bea was still a little reluctant to accept our new arrangement, but Brie was happy for both of us. She even scolded Bea, saying, "But, Bea, can't you see how happy Mom is, now that Ben and she are together? You know how miserable Mom has been the past two years? Well, since school has been out she has been very happy, really happy; happier than she has been in a very long time. Even you have to admit that." "Yeah, Mom has been pretty happy lately, but it is still wrong. I would not be me, if I just let it go like you have." "Bea," Helen said, "you know that Ben and I don't like the way Shelly treats you. For the life of me I don't see why you keep going over to her house to be treated like that; but we don't say anything, because that is your decision as to who you like and who you don't. I think that if we can't say anything bad about your choices, then you shouldn't say anything bad to us about our choices. Does that make more sense to you, now?" "Mom, I didn't know you and Ben didn't like Shelly. She is like my best friend; we have most of the same classes together. I know she acts like she's better than everybody else, but I'm her only friend. She doesn't have any other friends around here, or at school. If I wasn't her friend she wouldn't have any at all." "Well, that makes a big difference. I guess she does need you to be her friend. But maybe now you can see why Ben and I are together. I was lonely, I didn't have a man to be near to, someone to hold me when I was lonely, or hurt, or just needed a friend. I needed someone who would love me, and be with me; much like your father used to be, before I grew too old to be what he wanted. Ben now fills the role that your father filled a long time ago. "I have been lonely for almost ten years now. Your father and I haven't been real close for that long, and then the last two years there has been no one in my life I could depend on, except you kids. But there was still a part of my life I was missing. Ben now fills that part, I know it's not what should be, but it is what it is. I love him much more than just being his mother. We kind of fit together. We become one person when we are together. He has made me the happiest woman in the world, and I make him happy too, right? Has Ben been happier too, lately?" "Yes, Mom, he has been so happy; but I thought it was just because he was having sex, not because of anything else. But once you explained it, I think I really understand. It's kind of like me and Shelly, we need each other in ways that are hard to explain. Thanks, Mom, I think I really understand a lot more now. Ben, I'm so sorry that I made you think I hated you. I thought it was all that ring's fault that you and Mom were together. Can you both please forgive me, and still love me like you used to?" "Honey, come here and give us a big hug, of course we forgive you, we're a family right? Nothing can harm us when we are together." Bea came over to Mom and I and we hugged and shed some tears and then it was off to bed, hopefully, things would be better in the morning. Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 It felt so good not to have to hide my love for Helen anymore; well, at least in our home, anyway. I awoke to Mom's alarm, and went to my room to get dressed after kissing my lover awake. Mom went about her daily routine while I fixed her breakfast. Shortly after she left, I went upstairs to wake the girls and tell them breakfast was ready for them. After we ate, I went into the garage and moved a few things out of the way, so the construction people could look at what the work that was needed. We had a five car garage with a work area along the back wall. There was a covered walkway from the kitchen to the garage, with a lattice wall covered with ivy on the north side. The house and garage faced kind of south east so there was only one window on the back wall of the garage. There were two windows on the west wall, and one on the east, along with the door. The first, third and fifth bay garage doors had windows at the next to highest panel, to let some light in. I thought we could just take out the first door move it to the second one without windows. Then we'd just close off the hole where the first bay door was. We'd run a wall between the first and second roll-up doors, all the way back to the back wall; and then add a door, starting about three feet from the back wall, for access to the garage. When this garage was built, it was really a stable and carriage house, so the bays were huge. Instead of being the standard 12' x 24' area, these were more like 14' wide x 30' deep. So this would be ideal for a workout room. Today, I got online and looked some more for exercise equipment. I wanted some weight or resistance type of machine. They'd had both kinds at the resort, and I really liked the Bowflex they had there. So, I looked mainly at those. I also wanted a treadmill with tilting ability, and an elliptical machine and a recumbent bike machine. With all of that equipment, plus the swimming we do; we should all be able to get, and stay, in great shape. Lunch came and went, and then it was time to reveal the new me. I walked outside after both my sisters had gone out to greet the neighbors. I strolled out in my suit and then dove into the pool at the deep end and swam under water for the whole length of the pool. Our pool was 20' x 40' with a 12' deep end off the diving board and a shallow end of 42" (three and a half feet) at the steps. I came up for air at the shallow end and just walked out of the pool and grabbed a towel and went to a lounge chair. Ken was sitting next to me, and he looked at me for a minute. Then said, "Ben, is that you? You changed a lot! You grew on us, didn't you?" "Yes, it's me Ken. I had a growth spurt while we were in Florida. Believe me it's hard to keep up, when you have to go shopping for new clothes every three or four days." "But you're bigger all over, not just taller ... how come?" "I really don't know. Each morning I would wake up and be hurting, so I would go down to the workout room and work out and then swim for a while. Of course we walked like thirty miles a day down there. But by working out, walking and swimming at night I guess I bulked up while I was growing taller. But let me tell you the girls down in Florida, they all liked what they saw. I mean I even got looks from older women, like ones my mom's age, or even older." "Wasn't that gross, I mean older women and all." This was from Brandon. I had gathered a real crowd over where I was sitting. "Actually, a lot of the older women looked more like my mom, as far as 'hotness' goes, so I guess I didn't mind them looking. My sisters thought it was funny, at first, when some woman about twenty-five came over to me and tried to ask me for a date. Mom and the girls came back to me pretty quick, and the lady wandered off, but she kept staring at me." Gary said then, "Hey, come on, show's over, go back to swimming. It's just Ben, everyone knows him, so give him some air." People reluctantly started drifting away from us three. "Ken said something about you thinking of us two like big brothers. That true?" "Gary, yes it is. You guys don't lord it over us that you're older and bigger. Sure, we don't run in the same circles at school; but here at home, yeah, you guys kind of take me under your wing and I become a part of your circle. I want to thank you guys for doing that. But man is it going to be weird going back to school, looking like this." "Man you are going to have girls, and even some teachers, falling all over you when we get back. You have changed into a real babe magnet. You wouldn't consider sending some of your rejects our way, would you?" this was from Ken. "You have got to be kidding! Last semester, I hardly had a girl even talk to me except when they had to, what makes you think they will be falling all over me?" "You have the looks, and the bod that most of them want, and let me tell you, you'll even have some guys following you around, too. Don't be surprised, I mean look at all the girls there in the pool. They can't take their eyes off you." Ken dropped to a whisper, "Did you get any good pics of some of the talent down there in the mouse house?" "Yeah, I did. I'll have to show you guys, later. I think I need to swim for a while. Some of the girls will be drowning, if they keep their mouths open like that. Oh, yeah ... one time, down there, we were shopping for some bigger clothes for me ... I came out of the dressing room with my shirt off. Some lady of about twenty-five or thirty walked right into a door. Another one walked into a display, and knocked it all down. The sales people were still cleaning up that mess, even when we left." The three of us had a great laugh about that, and then we all three dove into the water and swam laps real hard for a while. All too soon it was four-thirty and people started leaving. There were a couple of times all the girls were crowded around me asking me about our vacation. I said maybe later this week we could have a picture show of all the pictures we took. I said I thought we took at least three or four hundred of them. I would try to work up a slide show of all we saw and show it on the big screen TV in the parlor. Everyone thought that would be a blast. The afternoon ended nicely, although I was a little self conscious with all the girls gawking at me all afternoon. Bea and Brie mentioned it as we were cleaning up the pool area. I couldn't believe that they were helping me with this today. Normally they would be gone, getting showers and changing. But today, they wanted to help. We made quick work of picking up towels, and making sure nobody had left anything behind. I got the towels in the washer and then told the girls to go take their showers and get dressed for supper. Overall, I thought things went pretty well. After supper, I took everyone out to the garage and showed them what I had envisioned for the workout room. Mom loved the idea, but she knew something was up when she came home and a lot of stuff had been moved. Bea did ask why I thought that all of us needed to work out. She thought we did enough with all the swimming we did every day. "But, Bea, we don't swim every day. We only swim every day during the summer. What about the rest of the year? We can probably enclose the breezeway and have it be a part of the workroom A/C and heater. Then we can work out every day and stay in shape all the time. I'm sure that if you worked out every day, then there might be a lot of boys looking at the new you, this fall." I think that put the icing on the cake for Bea. Mom thought that if I was going to be so fit, then she needed to look good too, or she might lose me. Like that would ever happen, but she was worried. I could tell, even without entering her mind. Now, for Brie, she thought it would be a good idea. If she was going to be like me, then she needed to be like me: fit, and ready for anything. I showed everyone what I thought about for exercise machines. Mom told me to go ahead and order them, tomorrow. We would have them delivered to the house. Either I could assemble them, or get someone from the local gym to come out and install them. Also she was able to contact a contractor. He would come out and give us an estimate for converting the garage, and enclosing the breezeway. She was going to call another contractor, tomorrow, so we could have two bids. We called it a night and went our separate ways to bed. It was funny, sleeping alone again, but Mom needed her rest, and so did I. It was funny, though ... At about midnight, I was still tossing and turning. So I put on a pair of boxers, and started over to Mom's bedroom. I met Mom at the door to her room. We went back into her room and once we lay down and cuddled, we were both asleep is seconds. That's how we learned that we needed to sleep together from now on. Wednesday, July 6th, 2011 At nine the next morning, the contractor came to look over the work. I showed him what we envisioned, and that we thought the A/C unit could go outside behind the garage and the heater unit could be maybe in one corner or out in the breezeway. We wanted both rooms on separate thermostats and we wanted two ceiling fans in the workout room and two in the breezeway. We also wanted a large vent fan out the back to vent any bad odors out of the workout room. This contractor mentioned that if we moved the wall over to the edge of the second door, there would be enough room to put a steam room or sauna in one corner too. He mentioned this when I said what machines we were getting and where I envisioned them. I told him to add it as a separate price, but with the work to be done at the same time as the rest. He said he would send us an estimate by email probably Thursday or Friday at the latest, as soon as he could get all the prices of the material. I told him we wanted to get it started as soon as possible. I wanted to have it finished before school started in the fall, as I would not be around during the day. He just assumed it was college, of course. He asked if I was a senior and I said, "No just a junior this year, I've got one more to go." I left it at that. If he assumed wrong I wasn't going to correct him. He said he would get right on it. He did say that the renovation should only take about four weeks from start to finish. I called Mom and asked if the other contractor could come this afternoon as I wanted this to get started really soon. I explained about the time frame, and she said she would call him again. I got a phone call about twenty minutes later from the other contractor, asking if about twenty minutes would be soon enough. I said sure, where are you? "I'm just leaving my office and should be at your house in about twenty minutes. You're on Saffron Road off of US 82, right?" "Yes we are at 1546 Saffron we will be on your right coming from 82 and we are the house with the long garage." "Okay, see you in about twenty." Mom must have lit a fire under him to be coming out here that quick. Oh, well, we shall see. I looked into the first contractor's mind when he was here, and what I saw showed that he was an honest man and he liked that he could keep his word on a project. His estimates were usually a little high so that he could account for unexpected delays or problems. He was wondering if he got the city project if he could manage both projects. It really depended upon the deadline for the city project. I really liked the guy. He was honest and straightforward, and seemed like a real nice guy. His truck was not new. You could tell it had a lot of miles on it, but it was well cared for. Now the next contractor drove up in a brand new dually truck with a magnetic sign on his door and it had paper plates. When I met him at the garage door he was forthright but his handshake left me with the feeling that I had to go wash my hands to get them clean. His whole demeanor made me think of a snake oil salesman. He proved it when he started naming off things that needed to be done. He took off one of the wall switch plates and said the wall wasn't insulated properly so that would have to be done again. Then he quoted that the ceiling installation would need to be eighteen inches of blown in insulation, instead of the twelve inches the previous contractor had told me. He said the breezeway would have to be torn completely down and rebuilt, including a new slab. He also said that the current slab would need to be reinforced to handle the extra weight of the exercise machines. The more he went on the more I tried to get rid of him. Finally I just looked at my watch and told him I had another contractor coming in ten minutes. He asked who, and I told him the name of the other contractor. Suddenly he had other business to attend to, and had to leave. He would mail me an estimate or come by tomorrow if I was in a hurry as my wife had said on the phone. I told him mailing would be just fine. He hurried to his truck and was gone. 'Mom, the second guy was a con artist and a real sleaze ball. I need to go take a shower to wash the dirty feeling off of me before it soaks in. Why don't you call the first guy and see if he knows of another reputable contractor that can give us a second bid. Call me later. Bye, I love you!' 'Honey, I kind of thought that when I called him, but I don't know anyone else. I'll call Mr. Woolsey back and see who he would recommend. I'm real sorry about that, Honey, love you.' As soon as I was in my room I stripped off on the way to my bathroom. I turned the water to as hot as I could stand and soaped my body and scrubbed, trying to rid myself of the dirty stench that guy gave me. Once I was all red from the scrubbing I rinsed off and toweled dry, paying particular care to my reddened and sensitive skin. Man I really hurt myself trying to get rid of that filthy dirty feeling. I would have to watch that in future. I was so grossed out that I took my towel, and picked up my clothes. I put it all, including the towel, in a garbage bag and put it in the can out back. Mom called back that a guy from S&S Construction would be calling on me this afternoon. Now, where had I heard that name, before? Oh, yeah! A guy in Tampa named Steve Sharp had started a company, and part of it was now 'S&S Construction'. I wonder if the two would be a part of the same company. Nah, it's gotta be just a coincidence. After all, what would a big company like them, based in Florida, be doing with a small company here in backwoods Arkansas? Anyway, back to this life. It was almost lunch time, so I fixed us some leftover casserole that I had put in the freezer before we left. I had taken it out when I came downstairs this morning. It wasn't enough for supper, but it would be just about right for lunch. I put a note for the contractor, on the front door, to come around to the back, by way of the breezeway. I then got things set up out at the pool. Soon, everyone was coming over. I still got a few stares, today, but it was more normal now. I asked Katie how things were going at home, and she said it was fabulous. "My dad and brother are much more loving and considerate of me now. I don't get scared when Daddy comes close to me now. He just wants to hug me and tell me how much he loves me and how sorry he is about everything. It's almost like before Mama got sick. In fact Daddy has a date this Friday night. I think that is his first one since Mama died. I hope things go well for him. We haven't met her yet, but Daddy says if she's a keeper, we will meet her soon. Thank you, Ben, for everything ... and tell your friend that talks funny, I said thanks, too." "Katie, I'm sure he knows; but just in case, if I hear from him, I will let him know." Katie hugged me and then went off to play with some of the others here. Shortly after that a big man came around the corner from the breezeway. I got up and said to Gary, "I got to take care of some business, look after things for me?" "Hey, no prob, man. I got this." I approached the man and said, "You're the man from S&S, right?" He held out a huge hand and said, "Yes I'm Salvador Sanchez, my brother Santos will be the actual builder. I do the office work and estimates. And you, Sir, are..." "I'm very sorry, Salvador. I am Ben Hamner, and this is our home. Come; let me show you what we want done. I am assuming that you are not affiliated with the big S&S Construction firm in Tampa, Florida?" "No, Sir. We hear that a lot, but we are our own company." I got right into explaining what we wanted. He looked everything over, and even took the wall plate off, again. He said, "Good, we don't have to tear that wall down. It is well insulated." I explained about the equipment we wanted, and where, and he mentioned a shower stall and maybe a sauna in one corner. He did ask how many people would be using the facility at one time. I thought there would be four to five at the most, and asked why? "We will use five people for the calculation of the number of people heating the room, so we can calculate the size of the A/C unit and the size of the vent fans. I think a smaller fan over each of the machines, ducted to a larger fan on the outside wall in the attic space. That way each area would be ventilated properly. Will the equipment be in place before we finish? We can modify the ceiling grid accordingly to accommodate the placement of the machines better if they are installed first." "I ordered the machines, today. They should be here in two to three weeks. Is that too soon or too late?" "No, Mr. Hamner, that would be just about right. As long as they are not permanently set, we can move them a little if we need to. I think this will be a very nice workout room for your family. Not all of the children in the pool are yours are they?" I laughed and said, "No, Mr. Sanchez, they are the children of the neighborhood. Our pool is the largest one around, so they naturally congregate here in the summertime. There are only the four of us, here." "Mr. Hamner, S&S thanks you for this opportunity to be your builder if you deem to use us. Your wife said something about wanting to maybe start next week. We would have to start on Thursday, as we are just finishing up a large project. All of our crew is busy until then. We could probably have four to five men out here Thursday, to start the teardown and moving things around to get our equipment in. I see that not all of the bays are being used right now. Would it be a problem if we moved everything over one bay, so we could have the second bay for our tools and a staging area?" "Mr. Sanchez, I think that would be acceptable. In fact if you need more room I'm sure we could park outside for a while. Is that it, then?" "Yes, Sir, I think that will be all. I'll get this estimate over to your email as soon as I can. It will probably be tomorrow, though." "That's not a problem Mr. Sanchez, tomorrow will be fine. And thank you for coming out on such short notice. We want this done before school starts up again." "Mr. Hamner, I can almost guarantee that. And we thank you for considering S&S." "It was our pleasure." Mr. Sanchez left then in a battered but still very serviceable truck. It was maybe a few years old, but the way it ran told you that though it was very well used, it was very lovingly cared for. Looks weren't that important, working was. I saw no smoke, rattles or large dents; but there was a lot of dust and mud. I assumed he had come from the other job site. I went back to the pool and thanked Gary for watching over everyone. I dove into the pool to cool off, and then swam some laps for exercise. I came back to my lounger and laid back to sun some more. I was getting to be a deep tan color, so I put more sunscreen on and lay back down. I was thinking about what I would cook for tomorrow night. I had some fish filets for tonight's supper, there were seven filets thawing out in the fridge. I was thinking of making a lemon pepper fish tonight. I had some lemon pepper marinade and I would soak them in that for about a half hour before putting them in the oven. Then I could make some corn meal hush puppies with only a few jalapeño pepper slices cut up in them. Brie and Bea couldn't stand too much heat in their cooking, but Mom and I liked it hot. Who knows why? Anyway, that doesn't get tomorrow's supper planned. I suddenly thought of the dish: braised beef with tomatoes and herbs. But I would use some of our bison rump roast and cut it up into cubes and then serve it with hot buttered French bread and a green salad. Yup, that is what I'd fix for Gloria. Ken did talk to me today shortly after the contractor left. I was just going into the pool house and he was coming out. He waited in the lounge area while I used the urinal. "Ben, I think we'll take you up on that offer. Mom swung a two week vacation from her firm, so we can go in two weeks. Mom made reservations where you guys stayed. That place was pretty pricey. I hope you don't mind. So we were thinking we could get by with just five thousand for a loan. My mom said to call her tonight and she would go to the bank tomorrow during her lunch break." "Ken, I don't mean to sound overbearing, but five grand is not going to cut it. I'll talk to your mom tonight and let her know it is a 10K gift, for right now. I think we will be starting a new company soon, and my mom wants your mom to be the CFO for it. Believe me it will be a big boost for your family. So tell your mom I'll call her later, Okay?" Mom came home after all the kids left and I fixed supper. Tonight we just sat around like a family, watching some TV and enjoying life. About seven, I called Karen Stevens. "Mrs. Stevens, this is Ben Hamner, I know what you are going to say, but please let me speak first. Okay, I know from doing a little internet searching, plus what Ken has told me and what I can gather by reading between the lines that you are not doing as well as you had expected. I know things are getting a little more expensive." "Boy you can say that again. Everything is going up and we can't make ends meet like we used to. That's why I can't accept the loan you said, I don't know when we could even begin paying you back." "That's why I called. Tomorrow you are going to the bank and talk to Mrs. Pamela Anderson. She is the lady that handles our accounts. She is going to transfer to you a sum of money. This money is a gift ... now no arguing. This is a gift from our family to yours. I will make sure that Pam does not tell you the amount until it is already transferred into your account. You use the same bank, right, First Financial Bank; we use the main one on North Washington which is just north of your office on East Oak. Am I right?" "Yes that's right. How did you know? Did Ken tell you?" "He might have some time back, I don't remember. Anyway, when you get to the bank ask for Pam and she will help you. I'll call her in the morning and get this all taken care of. I, no we, the Hamner family want the Stevens family to have fun and not to worry about the expense. This is a gift to you from us, nothing more; nothing less. Use it in good health and we might have a big surprise for you when you get back." "Ken said something about your mom wanting me to the CFO of your new company. Now what is that all about?" "Mrs. Stevens, please just go and have a good time and enjoy life for a change. I know it has been hard on you all alone, but trust me, things will turn out for the best; just trust me and my family that it will all work out. Okay?" "Okay, I guess, I really don't have much choice in the matter, except not going to the bank tomorrow. You have me pretty much over the barrel, don't you? Can you tell me what I have to do in return?" "Mrs. Stevens, all you have to do, is enjoy life, and accept the things you can't change. We will have you come to supper some night once you're back so we can discuss your new life. Mom sends her love and so does the rest of our family. Please just see it through, for right now. Okay?" "Okay, Ben; but Ken is right, you have grown up fast. You even sound more mature, more sure of yourself. I hear that you're taller than Ken or Gary now. And what was it Mary said, oh yeah, 'his muscles have muscles' is what she said. So you have been working out some?" "Yeah, when we were in Florida, I went to the resort workout room every day because I kept waking up sore in the morning from the growing pains. I haven't kept it up except since we got home but that is being taken care of soon too. See you soon and please accept this gift in the manner in which it is given. We give it with love of our family to yours." "We'll see young man, we'll see." We both hung up then and I went back to the parlor, to cuddle with my women. Tonight after tucking the girls into bed, we both went into my mother's bedroom, which I guess is also mine, now. Anyway we got ready for bed by stripping off and then lay and cuddled with each other. Of course that turned to more than cuddling which into full-fledged making love. Tonight it was slow and easy and lasted for over an hour. We were both wiped out and fell asleep still joined. Sometime during the night we moved around and spooned the night away. ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 15 Thursday, July 7th, 2011 I was up early again this morning and fixed Helen breakfast, and then I went to fix something for the children. Wow, did I just think 'fix something for the children'? This growing up thing is scary. Okay, after nine I need to call Pam and have her transfer fifteen thousand to Karen. My savings account has like, fifty thousand in it. Well, it did the last time I looked. I looked again today to see if I had gained a little interest, and could not believe what my balance was. I saw that a hundred thousand was transferred to my account a month ago. 'Mom, did you transfer some money to my savings account, last month?' 'Yes, I did. It was some of the dividends from my investments. Until you three and the new company start earning money, we can't start an IRA for any of you. I have had one since I started working again. That is only a part of my dividends. One thing your father knew was money, and he taught me a lot, but I went even further and somehow this stuff is easy for me. Don't worry about it, okay?' 'Mom, I'm going to give Karen fifteen thousand, as long as you don't object. She only wanted five, but I told her it would be at least ten. I think they are hurting worse than we know, so that's why I'm going to up the ante a little. I hope that's all right' 'Yes, Ben, that's fine. It's your money, but don't get too carried away with it, okay? I love you, but my phone is ringing' 'Bye, Mom.' I called Pam and made the arrangements to have the money transferred to Karen when she came in. I looked at my e-mails, and we had the estimate from Mr. Woolsey. I would wait to see what we got from S&S before we made our decision. I went downstairs and got the bison roast out of the freezer, to let it thaw in the fridge. Bea was over to Shelly's, and Brie was watching a movie of some sort on TV. I went upstairs, and sat down at my computer. I wanted to try to think of a way that we could advertise, yet not go all out advertising our new company. At first we might just contact bail bondsmen, divorce lawyers, and the polices' missing persons divisions. Once we got our reputation established, we could expand to outside our little area, and maybe go statewide. The big thing was that we needed to establish ourselves as a viable business. These five or six that Gloria would bring us would pave the way. I just hoped that she had a variety of people to find. I went through all the pictures we took in Florida. I tried to get a slide show worked up that I could show to all the kids, either tomorrow or next week. I went downstairs to kind of listen for any problems with Bea and Brie, when Bea came home. She usually isn't in a good mood when she comes back here from Shelly's. I was working with my computer in the den when I heard that beep that told me I had mail. I checked and it was the estimate from S&S. I compared the two and what I saw was almost identical ... well, with the exception of the shower which Mr. Woolsey didn't mention and neither did I. I sent him a quick note and asked him what the added expense would be for a shower stall next to the sauna. It was probably an hour later I had the answer and the two estimates were within $100.00 of each other. I called Mom, and discussed with her the estimates and she said, "Ben, you met with both men. Who do you think should get the job?" "If it was my decision I would go with S&S. He was friendly, honest and I liked him the best, of the two. Don't get me wrong as Mr. Woolsey was good, too; but my instinct says go with S&S. I'm not sure if I could tell you why, though. I hope that is enough." "You call them both up, and let them know our decision. You're the man, now, so go do your job. See you tonight, Honey." I called Mr. Woolsey first, and told him we really appreciated the quick response on his estimate; however I was going to go with someone else. "Do you mind if I ask who you are going with?" "No, I don't mind. We're going with S&S, the other contractor you recommended. The two bids were within a hundred dollars of each other, but I just liked the attitude and manner of Mr. Sanchez. I hope you aren't too disappointed?" "Actually, no, I'm not. They are a very good outfit and I'm glad I recommended them to you. I just got a notice today, that I got a big city contract. I would have been hard pressed to do your project in time, and still work this one, too. It actually worked out best for both of us, in the long run. Thank you for considering me, and if you ever need some work done again, please don't hesitate to give me a call." "Thank you Mr. Woolsey. I'm so glad you are going to be all right. I may see you again. Goodbye." "Thank you too Mr. Hamner, goodbye." Next I called Mr. Sanchez and told him we decided on his bid. He said he would have a tear down crew out to the house probably Wednesday afternoon or Thursday at the latest. I thanked him and he thanked me. So now it was set. Just after lunch I got a phone call from Karen Stevens. "Ben, that is just too much money! I can't accept it. I only needed five thousand, not fifteen. Why would you do that, I'll never get it paid back to you." "First, Mrs. Stevens ... Karen ... it isn't a loan. It is a gift from our family to yours. I don't want to hear anything about you trying to pay me back. I know that you have been having some troubles, lately. I can't tell you how I know, but I do. Ken didn't say anything, so don't get on him. I also know that you haven't had a raise at work, for over five years. That is not right. I also know that the accounting firm that you work for, is mainly a 'good ole boys' shop. Men will get promoted and get raises, more often than the women. It happens in a lot of places. It's not right, but it happens. "Because of all that, and the fact that you have your CPA license, we are considering you to be the CFO of our new company. I can't say for sure when it will be starting up, but tonight we have our first test of viability. We will be a company that finds things, people, objects and whatever. It will be somewhat like a skip tracing company, but so much more. As of right now, there are only four employees, but we hope to expand to six very soon. We may need some more people ... like a receptionist, or a case worker ... but until we can trace the five to six names we receive tonight, nothing can go forward. "But, and here is the big thing, regardless of how big or small we get, you can be a part of it, from the ground floor up. So if you have to consider the money today as a signing bonus for that job, then so be it. But, whatever you think of it, it's yours to do with as you see fit. No questions asked, and no strings attached. Is that clear, Karen?" "Ben, I just don't know what to think. First, I don't think you have ever called me Karen, is that more about this maturity that you have found? Secondly I'm just not sure why you have this sudden interest in our family, are you trying to get something back in return? And third, you are assuming an awful lot that I would become a part of this company without first knowing a lot more about it. Lastly, I'm not real sure I like the way you are speaking to me." 'Karen Elise Stevens, listen to my voice.' 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'I want you to listen to what young Ben Hamner is telling you. This is a gift to your family. It does not have any meaning other than as a gift. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Master. It is a gift and has no other meaning.' 'I may need to speak to you again, but the Hamners are good people. Trust them and you will be well taken care of. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Master, the Hamners are good people. I will trust them.' 'Goodbye, Karen Elise Stevens. Do not say anything about me talking to you, but remember what I said about the Hamners.' "Karen, are you okay? It seemed that I lost you there for a moment." "Oh ... er ... yes, I'm fine. Just a little lapse, there. I thought I heard someone talking, I must have been mistaken. Where were we? Oh, yes. You said something about a possible job with your new company. Once you know more, please let me know. I think I might be very interested. You were right, the place where I work is a 'good ole boys club', and women are not allowed. I hope things work out for you on that." "Karen, once we know this is going to succeed, we will have your family over for a meal. We'll have a business discussion afterwards. Hopefully we should have some answers in the next couple of days. I hope that we are all okay about the gift I gave you today?" "Ben, I think I understand where you are coming from, and I'm sending a big thank you for this. I can now pay some things that have been piling up. I'm sorry I was so short with you, but somehow it just struck me wrong. Now I understand it was out of concern for us, that you are doing this. Tell your mom that we really appreciate this, and I would love to come over for a meal. We haven't done that in quite a while. Oh, look at the time! I need to get back to work. Bye, Ben." "Bye, Karen, have a great day." I could hear voices in the back pool area, so it was time to make like a gracious host. I went out back to the pool, and sat down in a lounger. Suddenly I was surrounded by giggling girls, again. Cindi, Carol, Katie, Mary Beth, Caitlyn, 3M and Bea were all around me. I grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and Cindi and Caitlyn tried to grab the bottle from me and I could soon see a fight breaking out if I didn't defuse the situation quickly. "Caitlyn and Cindi, hold on there. This is not going to work. Now, this time Cindi you get to put the lotion on my back and legs, Caitlyn you get my chest. Next time you swap, and then another pair of girls will get to rub lotion on me tomorrow. We will have a rotation until everyone has had a turn and then that is it. I am not some kind of boy toy for all you to go gaga over. I'm the same old Ben; I haven't changed that much that suddenly I'm famous or something. I am deeply flattered that you girls think that I am some teen idol, but I'm still the same guy I was a month ago. I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't want one yet. If at some time in the future, I do, I will let you all know. Okay?" I looked at Bea and shook my head, thinking to her, 'What is this all about, why am I now God's gift to women. Surely you're not affected by this change in me, too?' 'No, Ben, I'm not affected. It's just that the girls see something besides the same old Ben that they knew. Let's face it! You're a real hunk, now, and they want to be with you ... or at least, around you. It's a girlhood fantasy to want a good looking hunk notice them, especially at this age. Just go with it. It won't last.' 'Okay, but just for now. Starting Wednesday, I may be busy with the workmen or working to find more people; so you will be in charge of the girls, next week. I'll have Ken and Gary keep an eye out for trouble, too.' That ended our silent conversation. I sat up in the lounger and let Cindi and Caitlyn slather sunscreen on my upper body. Both were almost drooling with the contact with my skin. It suddenly dawned on me that if a beautiful woman was out here in just a bikini bottom, and she grabbed a bottle of sun screen, almost every male and some females would be fawning all over her. I guess this was payback for all the girls and women I had ogled and drooled over, before. I guess it was flattering and all, but I really expected more from the kids that I had grown up around. Things did settle down after a while. I swam several times, and I was accidently bumped into a few times. It was always accompanied with an embarrassed smile on their faces, and a gleam in their eyes; but I hoped it would fade, as did most fads. Soon enough, it was time for the kids to head for home, and for me to clean up. I had a little more help today than yesterday, but it soon was just the three of us. I sent Bea and Brie up to shower and change, while I started supper going. When Bea came down stairs, she asked to help so I had her watch the braised meat while I put towels in the dryer. Thank goodness we had a pressure cooker; otherwise it would have been close to 7:15 before supper would be ready. I left that simmering and started the salad. I tore the lettuce by hand, and then cut up celery, cucumber, onion, carrots, green and yellow peppers, and the radishes. I added some chopped green and black olives and a grated garlic clove. I then put some white vinegar, mayonnaise, lemon juice, oregano, and salt and pepper in a bowl and whipped it up with a whisk while adding the olive oil until it was emulsified. I poured all that into a glass cruet, and put it in the fridge. I buttered up some french bread, placed it in foil, and put that in the oven. Now I could go shower and change for supper. I put on slacks and a nice button down shirt and some loafers we got in Florida. I glanced in the mirror before coming down, and I had to admit that I cut a dashing figure. Mom came home, followed shortly by Ms. Donner. Gloria had picked up some dessert: Italian Cream Cake! Wow! I was going to have to swim extra hard tomorrow, to work off that dessert. I put the cake in the kitchen, and called everyone to supper. I had the salad in a large bowl, and small salad bowls at each place. I brought out the dressing, after shaking it vigorously. Then it was the French bread on a warmed platter. I left the beef in its bowl in the oven that had been turned off, but was still warm. Once everyone was about done with the salad, I served the meat dish. I had whipped up some instant potatoes to go along with the meat, if needed. Needless to say the meal was a huge success. Gloria commented on the meal more than once and so did Mom. The girls just added that I only followed recipes that I found online. Anyone could do it. I just happened to be the oldest, and the one that did most of the cooking. Mom tried to put a stop to that right away, "Now girls, we don't want to give the impression that there some problem with Ben's cooking. You don't go hungry during the day when your brother is here, do you?" The girls shook their heads no. "Doesn't he always fix nice meals for you when I'm not here, and even when I'm home doesn't Ben always cook our meals?" We got an echo in return of, "Yes, Mother; we're sorry, Ben." "Apology accepted, now who wants cake?" I asked. I heard four "me's" as I went into the kitchen. After the cake, we all went into the parlor to talk. Gloria started, "Helen, I picked five people ... well, six, I guess. Anyway, I have a deadbeat dad, an embezzler, two missing girls, and a dad-nabbed boy and his father. All are fairly recent except the kidnapping. That was in 2007. The rest are more recent. I have last known places, dates and even photos. Some of the photos are not recent, but they are all that I have. All of this information I was able to get from friends of mine. I said a new tracing company was asking me if I could give them something to work on. They all said that if you could find even some of these people, they might consider hiring you for their work. I want to tell you right now that I don't expect a lot of results, but you did find James Bailey. He was arrested yesterday in Shasta Lake, California. He protested that he was not the man, however he matched the photos we had, as well as his fingerprints." "I asked you, Ms. Donner, to let me know when he would be arrested. Why wasn't I informed of that until now?" "Ben, it was not a problem. Why would you need to know when he would be arrested? There was nothing you could do about it. I just don't understand. Helen, help me out, here. What am I not getting?" "Gloria, I'm not sure what I can say, but Ben asked you specifically to be informed when that man was to be arrested. Why did you blow him off like that?" "Ms. Donner, I asked for that information so that I could talk to Mr. Bailey and he would have surrendered peacefully. I would guess he resisted arrest and he was either shot or possibly killed, am I right?" "Yes, he did resist. They tazered him and he settled right down. But how could you know that?" "Ms. Donner, there are a great many things I know, the first of which is that when I give you instructions on how a person is to be taken, I expect you to obey my instructions to the letter. If you are not comfortable with this way of doing business then we will not be doing business with you at all. Now are you willing to listen to me and do as I say, or do we look elsewhere for a lawyer who will cooperate with us in these matters?" "How dare you speak to me that way young man? I have half a mind to..." That is as far as she got before I spoke into her mind, 'Gloria Marie Donner, hear me and obey.' "Yes, Master." 'You will allow Benjamin Hamner to explain to you the conditions under which I allow him to work in my stead. I am the power behind young Benjamin. He is my worldly minion and you will not interfere with him in any way! Do you understand, Slave?' "Yes, Master, I understand." 'From now on, when I call you, you will only think of me and answer me with your mind. I will not tolerate you bursting into words when I speak to you, do you understand, Slave?' "Yes..." 'Yes, Master, it is very clear to me now.' 'Good, now we can continue. You will forget this encounter; however, you will not forget my warning, and you will obey young Ben. Is that perfectly clear to you, Slave?' 'Yes, Master, I understand.' 'Good, now answer Ben's question: "Are you willing to work with him to capture or find those you will bring to him?"' "Yes, Ben, I can listen and do as you say in this regard. I'm not sure why, but I think I can trust you in this matter. I believe I understand a little better your reasoning behind your request, now." 'Ben, did you have to do that? I think I could have calmed her down.' 'Mom, I had to. She was about to blow the whole thing. She was getting ready to ask questions that we can't answer. I told her that I was her master's earthly minion, and that she was to obey me on this stuff. I didn't do anything else. Okay?' 'Okay, Ben. I love you but you have to be careful about how you speak to people, they won't like it.' 'Yes, Mom, I know. But if the police had killed him, do you realize how hard it would be to find the ten million dollars, when someone doesn't want it found? I told him to stay at his place until I told him he could leave. She negated that by not telling me, so I could stop the problem.' "Okay. Now, Ms. Donner, what do you have for us?" She handed me a sheet of paper and six photos, this is what was written on the paper: David Allan Oslet – 38, Deadbeat dad, owes 28K in back alimony & child support for two children, last known address: 617 N. Pine St., Little Rock, AR, in 2008. Steven Ray O'Dell – 47, Fugitive, wanted for embezzlement of 2.4 million from Exxon-Mobil, last seen about 2:00 PM March 2009 at Hobby Airport, Houston, TX, – No Leads, cannot confirm he was on any flight out of Houston. Rebecca Lynn Nunez – 23, Missing person, left home for grocery shopping June 3rd, 2011 sometime between 1 & 3 PM. Car found abandoned in Fort Smith, AR Walmart parking lot on Rodgers Ave., June 6th. Last address: 4217 South Q St., Ft. Smith AR – No leads Victoria Grace Mann – 14, missing person, left Southeast Middle School, on South Ohio St., Pine Bluff, AR at 3:30PM on April 5th, 2011- Last known address: 524 Talbot St. – No leads Robert (Bobby) Franklyn Fedders –Kidnapped 4 year old son by estranged father Franklyn Henry Fedders August 12th, 2007 from Jones Park in Greenville, TX, at approximately 2:15PM. Son would be 8 now. Father's last known address: 1686A Mayo St, Commerce, TX, – No leads I looked over the paper and said, "Ms. Donner, this is quite a list. Are they in any priority or do I just find who I can?" "No, there is no priority; but I would think the children first, and then the others. But you are supposed to be the expert, here, not me; so however you want to work it will be fine with me." I noticed Gloria had mellowed somewhat after her 'Master's' little talk with her. I continued with, "Okay, if you all will excuse me for a while I will see what I can do. Mom, please entertain Ms. Donner if you will, and give me a couple of hours and see what I can find. Bea, if would you like to help me, I would appreciate it. Thank you. See you in a couple of hours." Once upstairs in my room, I had Bea sit at my computer and follow my instructions. I asked her to type in each name, and see what she could find on an internet people search. I had set up an account with a couple of people search sites, so I could use them along with my powers. I lay on my bed and concentrated. While Bea took care of that task, I looked for Bobby Fedders. I found Bobby almost immediately. He was in Albuquerque, New Mexico. His new name was Bobby Harrison and his dad's name was now Henry Harrison. I checked to make sure Bobby was all right. He missed his mom, but his dad had told him that she was in heaven so he prayed to her each night. Franklyn was a good father, and he had tried to be a good husband, but his wife really was an unfit mother. He just couldn't prove anything. She had cheated on him, with Bobby in the house, no less. She filed for divorce as soon as Franklyn found out about the cheating, and before he could file, she already had witnesses lined up that would testify that he beat her and cheated on her, etc. One of her lovers was her lawyer. With Franklyn's low pay, he couldn't fight it. Besides, he was a man, and divorce courts hardly ever sided with the dad. Women can be decreed to pay child support and alimony, and then not send it, and nothing is done. However if the man does it, he is thrown in jail, and his wages are garnisheed as a matter of course. I decided that this case was a no brainer. I quit that one, right away. That would go into our 'can't find' file. Victoria I found to be in a very drug induced state. She was on an airplane headed, who knows where. She had been kidnapped, drugged, and taken to a warehouse. She was only one of sixteen girls there. They were all young, all pretty, and all in their early teens except for one girl that was ten. They had been locked in a windowless room, with a toilet at the back, and no sink or other facilities. She thought they were kept for about thirty days there, as she had counted the meals they were given. She'd had thirty meals. They weren't much, but they were something. Every so often, the door would be opened, and a large man with a gun would come in. He would hold the door open, while two others brought in one or two, or sometimes several girls, who were drugged unconscious. Finally, eight of the girls along with Victoria were put in a van with no windows. Then they were blindfolded and tied up. They drove for what seemed like hours and then they were put into another warehouse. This time there were over sixty girls there that she could see. Last night, all of the girls were transferred to an airplane. They had been flying for quite a while. Their hands were tied behind them, they were strapped in, and they had been blindfolded again. She had no idea where she was, or what was going to happen. None of their guards spoke at all, they just gestured. As much as I hated to do it I had to put her in the Unknown file. I suspected that she was picked up by white slavers here in this country and sold to the highest bidder or maybe that is where they were taking them now. I suspected Russia, the Middle East, or somewhere like that. I really didn't think there was anything I could do about it. I asked 'the voice' if there was anything I could do for her. 'There are four options available to you. One, you can send an electrical pulse to her mind, and she would die. Her mind would be dead and her body would die as a result. Two, you can do the same to all the girls on the plane. Three, you can do the same thing to the pilot, and they will crash. Depending upon where the aircraft crashes, there could be an investigation and they would find the women. Then a great many questions would be asked. Or four, you can do nothing and she will become a slave for some man and be treated like a whore or worse. It's entirely up to you. You do have the power to change her destiny.' I wanted option five where I could snatch all the girls back here, but my telekinesis powers were not that strong yet. I immediately knew that I would have to work on that. I did look around and tried to find someone close who could see. I found the fifty-seven year old pilot. He had been a commercial pilot, until he showed up for work drunk as a skunk. He was immediately fired, and his pilot's license was revoked. He had been trying to drink himself to death when a Middle Eastern gentleman approached him with an offer. Now he flew about twice a month, from different airports on the east coast, down to a private runway outside of Sao Luis, Brazil. He got refueled, and then flew across the Atlantic, to one of several airfields in Africa for another refueling. Then he flew on to Tabuk, in Saudi Arabia. There he got paid, and was send back home again. It was not a great gig, but the money was good, and the fringe benefits were very good. He had just refueled, and was starting across the South Atlantic, when I entered his mind to have him turn back north and land in Miami. I entered and found that Charles Nelson Bertrum is his name. 'Charles Nelson Bertrum, listen to my words and do not speak. Listen only to my words. You will obey me, Charles?' 'Yes, Master. What am I to do?' 'You must fly this aircraft to Miami International Airport, and turn yourself in as a white slave transporter. You must do this, or I will make your life more miserable than it was before you were offered this job. When you turn yourself in, you will tell the FBI everything you know about this operation. Do you understand me?' 'Yes, Master, I understand. I will fly back to Miami and turn myself and this airplane over to the FBI.' 'Good, now turn this plane around, now.' 'Yes, Master.' Two down and three to go. I now looked for Rebecca. 'Rebecca Lynn Nunez, answer me if you can.' I felt something, not a voice, more a memory ... Oh God, she's dead! I feel wet, damp, something. I see two men ... Oh God; they had thrown her into the water, after they had raped her repeatedly. She had drowned in the Kerr Reservoir near Harrison, Oklahoma. She remembered seeing a sign for the Sallisaw Creek Public Use Area. Oh, man, this is so wrong on so many levels. I'm not sure I want to pursue this anymore tonight. We've been gone almost two hours, now. I had Bea come back with me. Bea asked me what was wrong, and I said she would hear it, downstairs. I asked her if she would please get me a large glass of water. Mom saw me enter the parlor, and saw my expression and demeanor. She ran to me and pulled me to the empty couch and held me. "Honey, what's the matter? Are you okay?" "I'm not sure Mom, I have some good news, and some really bad news, and some news I'm not sure about." Bea came in then and handed me a glass with ice water. I gulped about half of it all in one swallow. I set the glass down and started. "As for the Fedders, I couldn't find any trace at all. I think Mrs. Fedders is out of luck finding her son, or her ex-husband. As for Victoria, she will be arriving at the Miami airport shortly. She was part of a shipment of young girls headed for the Middle East." Gloria, said, "Ben, how could you know this? I mean where do you get your information?" 'Gloria, shut up, this is your Master speaking and you do not need to know how and where young Ben gets his information. You will no longer annoy me with these outbursts, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?' 'Yes, Master, I will do as you command.' "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Victoria is found. She is safe, now, and that should be the end of that. Now for the bad news, and what has me shook up the worst. Rebecca is dead. She is in the Robert S. Kerr Reservoir, near Sallisaw, Oklahoma. She was grabbed before she could get into the WalMart in Ft. Smith, and was taken to Oklahoma for purposes that are best left unsaid. I wasn't able to identify the two men who took her. I'm very sorry." That's when I broke down and cried. Gloria sat there stunned by what I had said. She looked deep in thought and then her eyes lit up. "Ben, you are a psychic, or you have the 'second sight.' Oh my God, no wonder you can find people. Oh this is so... "Oh, I think I understand, now. You saw through Rebecca's eyes what happened to her. Oh my God, Ben, are you sure you're all right?" "Yes, Ms. Donner, I'll be okay. I just need to calm down from that vision. That was very gruesome and intense. I felt cold and wet, and then the vision started. It kind of ran in reverse. The two men both had masks. Both were of medium height, and weighed about a hundred eighty pounds each, and had hairy arms. Not like a gorilla, but very hairy. One was, perhaps, Latino. The other was white. The white one seemed to be the boss. That's all I know." "Ben, I didn't know that was how you found people, but now I understand. I will try to make sure things like that don't happen too often. I don't expect you to do anything more, tonight. You need to rest and see if you can recover from that one vision. Helen, please understand ... I didn't know ... I mean..." "Gloria, how could you have known? Even I didn't know about Ben being able to contact the dead. We knew he had some of that 'sight' thing that you mentioned, but not to that extent. As far as Victoria is concerned, you might want to wait to contact her parents until after the plane lands in Miami, and then you can let them know the good news." "Yes, of course, Helen. I really am sorry about tonight. I never knew. Now that I do know, I will try to screen the cases more closely. Maybe that is why there was no trace of the Fedders. They may have been gone too long ago for Ben to find them. It looks like Rebecca is very fresh, as it's only been a month, and we don't know when she was dumped into the water. Believe me, Ben, your secret is safe with me. I'm not sure anyone would believe me, if I tried to explain it, anyway. I think I will excuse myself, and wish you all a good night. We can talk later about the other two names. Try to rest, young man. Goodbye, all." Gloria left, and the girls crowded around me along with Mom. I had kind of gotten over the death of Rebecca, and was settling down pretty good with my women around me. They were sending me calming thoughts, and soothing emotions ... Brie especially. Mom thought it was a good idea to lock up the house. Then we could all go to bed. We were all in favor of that. After tucking the girls in, and kissing them goodnight (and again reassuring them that I was okay), Mom and I went into her bedroom and got ready for bed. I felt that I really needed a shower. I took a quick but warm one, with my favorite shower mate. As we lay in bed, I said, "Mom, I do know where the Fedders are. Father and son are happy and living a new life. Mrs. Fedders was a slut of the first magnitude. She cheated on her husband with many men, and even some women. She mostly entertained them in the family home, even while Bobby was there. She was able to file first and had a bunch of witnesses that would swear that Franklyn was the one who cheated, and that he also beat his wife and child. One of her lovers was a divorce lawyer, and he is the one who got this set up. "Bobby thinks his mommy is in heaven, and he prays to her each night. Franklyn is seeing a woman now who adores Bobby, and loves them both very much. He is hoping that she will be the one. I will scan her tomorrow, and see if she is worthy of their love. If she is, I may give Franklyn a little push in her direction. He has known this lady, Shelly Ann Burgess, for over a year, and they have been dating for almost nine months, now. I was not about to give him up to the lawyers and to the court that would force Bobby to leave a happy home that he has known for the last four years. I just didn't think that was justice. I hope you approve." "Oh, Bennie, of course I approve. You did the right thing. Why did you control Gloria tonight?" "I did have to have a little talk with her. She was getting too inquisitive for comfort. I think with her coming to the conclusion that I have 'second sight'; she will keep it quiet. That, plus the semi acting job I did tonight should do it. Meeting Rebecca upset me very much, but I also added to it to scare Gloria, also. I needed her to think it was so horrifying that I would give her a real reason not to tell anyone about me. I do hope you approve of that as well?" "Ben, Darling, you were wonderful, tonight. Now we need to get some sleep, well at least I need it, anyway." "Mom, no more of that 'I'm old and you're young' talk. We are the lucky ones to have you as our mom. I love you so much. Now let's get comfy and go to sleep." "Yes, Master," Mom said, giggling into my back. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 16 Friday, July 8th, 2011 I was awakened by the most delicious feeling of wet warmth encompassing my swollen member. I noticed a luscious hair pie looking at me and so I dug in with the hunger of a starving man. All too soon, it was all over ... me drained of sperm, yet with a bellyful of the nectar of the gods. We were enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking, when we were rudely interrupted by the alarm. I got out of bed on wobbly legs, and shut the alarm off on my way to the commode to empty my near-to-bursting bladder. I finished and turned the water on for a shower. I was joined by my lover. She sat upon the throne and completed her morning mission. We showered together, and almost started something more, but common sense took over. We finished so we could get dressed and start the day. While Mom got dressed, I went downstairs and started breakfast for her and myself. I wondered how today would turn out. I had two more names to find. Of course, I just had to be fondled by some more girls this afternoon, while they slathered my body with sunscreen. It's a tough life, but someone has to do it. After Mom left for work, I puttered around thinking up something for supper. Bea came down around nine, and I sent her back up to get Brie. I fixed their breakfasts, and they disappeared afterwards. Bea went to Shelly's, and Brie probably went to the parlor. I went into the den, and concentrated on moving some small objects on the desk. I continued until I could move the massive six-foot by four-foot cherry wood desk, which had belonged to my father. I was able to move it six inches, but I had to stop, because of the headache that was developing behind my eyes. I leaned back in my dad's old chair. The next thing I knew, Brie was shaking me awake. I glanced at the grandfather clock by the door to the den and it was just before noon. My headache was greatly diminished, so I got up and started lunch for us. Today was ham and cheese sandwiches, with cold milk. Bea showed up just as I finished making the sandwiches. After lunch I cleaned up the kitchen, and then went upstairs to change. I then went out to the pool, and got things ready, there. It was pretty hot, today, so I made sure the water was flowing for the misting fans. I got the towels out and checked the ph. factor, the temperature and everything for the pool. Ken came in the back gate, with Mary Beth. Mary Beth went into the house to get Bea and Brie. Ken said, "Ben, I don't know how to thank you for the gift. Mom is so excited! We had gotten a little behind on some bills. Well, not really 'behind' as such ... you know ... we were sending more than the minimum amounts. You know how it will take you years to pay things off, just sending the minimums. Anyway, we sat up late, last night. I helped her pay off all our credit cards, and a couple of others debts, and we still have over eight thousand left of the money you gave us. We are due to go to Disney World, Friday after next. I don't know how to thank you Ben, but if you ever need anything ... and I do mean anything ... let me know. If we can do it, whatever it is, we will do it." He then hugged me, and I could feel his tears on my shoulder. I held him and sent calming emotions to him, and soothing thoughts. In a few moments he was fine, and we parted. I said, "That goes for you, too, brother. I think you now see what I meant when I said we were like brothers." "Yeah I do. To being brothers." He hugged me again. We heard someone coming, so we parted quickly. He helped me get things ready for the mob. Today it was Katie and Carol's turn to put sunscreen on my body. So I sat on a lounger and let them have their wicked way with me. I really did kind of enjoy it, in a perverse sort of way, but I vowed that I would never touch any of these girls, sexually, ever. I had Helen, and I could get just about anyone else I wanted. But I had matured. I would never touch another underage girl, especially after what Katie and Victoria had gone through, let alone Rebecca. I chilled out after being fondled, rubbed, and generally worked over. I looked for David Oslet. I found him in Nebraska; Lincoln, to be exact. He was working for the Burlington Northern railroad. He was a switchman and he was trying to make a new life for himself. He had lost his job in Little Rock, when they closed the Albertson's grocery store where he had been working. His wife was so upset with the situation that even before he was laid off, she filed for divorce. Of course the courts ordered him to pay unusually high amounts of alimony and child support. The total came to just $200.00 less, per month, than he was making at Albertson's. Then, when he was laid off, he couldn't find another job. So, no money went to her. She could work, but she just didn't want to. Now she had to go to work, and she had a new man to take care of her. But still, even together, they were struggling. That was not David's problem. He was jailed immediately after he was laid off. When the court finally let him out to find a job, he had fled. He looked and drifted from place to place until he finally ended up in Lincoln about seven months later. He saw an ad in the paper that Burlington was looking for a few good people. He applied and was hired. His name now was Jerome Harding, called Jerry, and he was saving a little. He wanted to send her some money, but was worried as to how to do it anonymously. He was not even sure if she still lived where they once did. So, he is saving, and hoping that someday he can send some money his family's way. He knew if he tried to contact them in any way, they would just throw him back in jail and take all the money he has accumulated towards the back payments he owes. Wow, that's something. That really opened up my eyes to the way of the world today. I would wait until this evening and contact David again and see if I could work something out. I would also see what shape his family was in. Now Steven was very elusive. I traced him through about five name changes until I finally found him in Orange Walk, Belize. His new name was Hector Garcia, and he told everyone that he took after his mother's side of the family. He does have a very nice tan though. He is quite wealthy, and is living in an old Banana plantation, he bought. He still has most of the money he embezzled from Exxon-Mobil. He felt he was sitting pretty, with over twenty-three million in five banks ranging from Switzerland, the Caymans, and Belize. Here was the real kicker, he was working for a Belize oil company in their main office in the accounting department, however he had not actually taken any money yet, but he did have several plans in mind to enable him to steal them blind, as well. 'Steven Ray O'Dell, or Hector Garcia as you are now called, listen to my words. You are to speak to me only in your mind, do not speak aloud. This is your Master. You will do as I say or you will die a very horrible death. I will make you walk into a lake of oil, and then it will be set ablaze. SLAVE, do you understand what I have told you so far?' 'Yes, Master, what must I do, Master?' 'You have been taking money that does not belong to you, right?' 'Yes, Master, I have.' 'What have you taken, and where is it, Slave!' 'I took about six point eight million from Exxon-Mobil, which is here in Belize. Then there is almost four point nine million I took from Dresser. That money is in Bern Switzerland. There is five million in the Caymans that came from Shell Oil and another seven million there, which came from Chevron-Texaco.' 'Good, do you have a list of the account numbers and the passwords or are they all in your head?' 'I have all the numbers and passwords on a list, in a safe deposit box, here in Orange Walk. I also have memorized the numbers and passwords. Must you know all this stuff Master?' 'YES I MUST, MAGGOT! You will tell me anything I want to know or that fire could happen without the oil puddle, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MAGGOT?' 'Yes, Master, I understand perfectly.' 'You will do nothing to get away from me, Maggot. As you can see you cannot hide from me. I want you to continue to work as you have been, I will contact you again when I want something from you, is that CLEAR, MAGGOT?' 'Yes, Master, perfectly clear.' As I left, Voice said, 'Young Ben, what plans do you have for all that money that Steven has in the banks? I am curious as to your actions?' 'I plan on starting a trust fund for each of the women that was on that slave aircraft, for one hundred thousand dollars. This is for their pain and suffering. It will be set up in a trust fund, for them to use as they see fit, at the age of thirty. Also I plan to provide psychological counseling for them, for free. I will be contacting the FBI Agent in charge of this investigation to set this up, unless that is something that you could do on my behalf?' 'You would allow me to be a part of this action?' 'Why not? You are the reason I am able to do this kind of work, after all. So why not be a real part of it? I would like the remainder to be placed in an account in Jersey, or possibly Luxembourg, in the name of our main company. This will be a part of the victim's relief fund that I want to start.' 'Ben, you astound me with your insight and maturity. Not all of that is from my "power of the ring". In fact, most of that is from within you, not from me. I would be greatly honored to be a part of what you have started. Your decisions concerning the boy and his father surprised me, but this is ... this has me at a loss for words. I believe that I am now your humble servant, instead of the other way around.' 'I hardly think that is the case. But, if we are going to be working together, I need to call you something besides "hey you" or "the voice".' 'I have never had a name, before. I have just been called Master, or God, or sometimes 'bastard'! But I think you are right. I'll need a name. I'll think on that, while I see what can be done with the FBI. Thank you, Ben, for your confidence in me.' 'Thank you for being so nice to us ... well, except for the test, but that's in the past.' 'I really am sorry about that, but I had to know the kind of people with whom I was working. I'm sure you understand, now.' 'Of course I do. Now go play nice with the FBI in Miami.' I awoke when Carol and Katie said it was time for more sunscreen. "Okay," I said, "but let me take a dip, first." I dove in and swam the length and back and pulled myself up and out from the deep end. I sat and let them grease me up again. I noticed that Ken and Gary were also getting greased by some of the girls. Bea and 3M were working on Ken, and Brie and Cindi were working on Gary. I guessed I'd started a tradition, or whatever. Anyway, the girls were happy and we were happy. I lay on my stomach and drifted off again, to see how my new friend was doing with the FBI. He was connected to Special Agent William Henry Roman. He was the SAC (Special Agent in Charge) of the Miami office of the FBI. He, in turn, was working with US Deputy Marshal Sam Sterling, the head Marshal in Miami. Those two, and the Homeland Security guy David Hyde Pierce, were all in on this case. My new friend was tapped into all three by letting them think they were on a conference call. He explained that a list of the names and addresses of each of the young ladies needed to be sent to the corporate headquarters of Hamner Enterprises, LLC in El Dorado, Arkansas. The reason for this was that an operative of the company was able to convince Mr. Bertrum to turn the plane around and turn himself in. He also explained the benefits that would be provided to the girls, and that no names of the principles were to be revealed to the girls or their families. They would be able to look them up on the internet or contact a local agent to contact the company directly. Since this was a conference call from Arkansas, the men agreed to at least reserve judgment until an investigation could be completed into the companies. Mr. James Earl Jonas would be contacting them further, but the corporate number was 1-888-555-7890, or locally 870-555-2304. If there were no further questions then the call was ended. 'Mr. James Earl Jonas! Quite a name you have picked out for yourself. I like the ring of it. Can I call you Jim, or do you prefer James?' 'You caught me, Ben. I had to say something to them to get them to talk to me. I couldn't just appear to them, but I thought a conference call would work. I hope I have not overstepped my limits. I think I prefer James, Ben, or should it be Benjamin?' 'No, I think that between us, James and Ben are good. I guess it's almost time to get busy again. Talk to you again, James.' 'Yes, Ben, we will talk later.' I appeared to wake up, and looked around. I saw everyone was having a great time so I turned around and just watched everyone. Gary did ask, "Ben, are you all right, you seemed to really be zonked out there for a while. Is all this growth finally catching up with you? Do you need more rest?" "I think so, Gary. It's funny that I just get sleepy all of a sudden and then I'm gone. But when I wake up, I'm rarin' to go. I guess that's what this must be. I've only noticed it lately. God I hope I'm not growing, again. That hurt like crazy, and was hell on clothes there, for a while." "Yeah, I know. Last year I grew about four inches over the summer. Man, I was tired a lot, too. That must be what it is. So, Ken, you guys leave for vacation week after next, huh?" "Yup, two whole weeks of Florida sunshine, and pretty babes to look at ... that is, if Ben left any for me," Ken said laughingly. "Oh, yeah. There should be a whole new crop of them, by the time you get down there. Now don't break too many hearts, okay? Leave some for the rest of us," I said. Good natured fun, that's all it was. Soon it was time for most everyone to go home. Gary stayed, today, to help clean up. He went home once I had the towels in the washer, and everything else was cleaned up. I put the casserole I'd made this morning in the oven, and went back to run the towels through the dryer. Then it was upstairs, to shower and dress again. After supper we all discussed what I'd found today, and what I had planned for the kidnapped girls and Steven's money. James introduced himself, and I asked if there was a way for him to actually be real. He said that he had tried that a few times, but that once he physically entered a human brain, it died. He had quit trying before man achieved Neanderthal status. I was a little upset about that, as I would have loved to have James as real friend. We looked at the maps on the computer for the banks we would need to contact. I asked, "Why do we need to do that, when all we need is the account numbers, the routing numbers, and the passwords for each account? Then we can set up our own accounts, in the company's name, and transfer the money from one account to another. Therefore we only need to be in a location where we need to open an account. So I agree with trips to Bern and then St. Heller in Jersey, but we don't need to travel to all the banks. "However, we will need to pay taxes on the income we receive, and the income which is earned by those investment accounts. You know: dividends and profits. But, the initial money is tax free. Remember about the IRS's 'Agreement of Tax Free' for three years, on all money earned? Well, this is still year three. We can say that it is money paid to our company, as a reward for the recovery of stolen money, and for information leading to the capture and ultimate prosecution of the perpetrator. "To be perfectly honest, we need to turn all the account money in. But we won't do that until we have negotiated a deal with the insurance companies and the affected oil companies, as to a finder's fee. I know that would be much less, but it would definitely establish us as a legitimate company. What do you think?" "Ben, that is brilliant! But how do you know all this stuff?" "Mom, ever since we thought this new company up, I have been spending as much spare time as I can learning all about banking laws, privacy laws, and other such stuff. James has helped me with some of it, but it has been mostly me digging around on the internet. We will need physically to go to at least the Isle of Jersey, and maybe also to Switzerland, to set up the accounts. There is no way we can keep that kind of money in banks, here. You don't have all our money in banks here, do you, Mom?" "No, son. I do have two accounts in the Caymans that are strictly investment accounts. They are only there for the interest and dividends I can get from them. Otherwise, we deal with the bank in town." "Okay, I suggest we call Gloria, tomorrow. She can start contacting the people and insurance companies, to start negotiating a finder's fee for all the money we found. I will be pushing for twenty percent but I'll accept fifteen. Anything less is an insult. We found the man, and the money. They have been looking for two years, and have found nothing. I'm not sure they even know who took the money from the other oil companies. We have the upper hand in this negotiation, so I say we push it. Anyone have any questions?" "Ben, if we set up trust funds for all the girls from the airplane, that's six point three million. But ten percent of Steven's money is only two point three million. Where does the other four million come from," asked Bea. "Simple, Bea. The oldest girls on that plane were only fourteen. So, we have roughly fifteen years to accumulate that extra four million. But we will need some money, initially, to set up psychiatric care for all these girls. We also have to talk to Gloria about getting a finder's fee for finding Mr. Bailey, out in California. If we get ten percent of that one, we will have almost another million. We might have to use some of our own money to keep us afloat, right at first. That is unless we take some of Steven's money for ourselves. We could conceivably keep the extra four point four million that Steven took, which is over and above the two point four from Exxon-Mobil that they know about. That money is in the bank in Belize. Remember, this is a family decision, so let's hear it?" "Ben, we have quite a bit of our own money that can be used to get the girls some care. As for the rest of the money ... to be able to build up their trust funds, we may need a boost of some capital. But taking money that belongs to someone else? I'm not sure." Bea then spoke up, "I think that Ben is right. We need to see what we can come up with, as far as what the companies are looking for. If he was able to scam lots more money from them, and they don't even know it, yet; why should we tell them where it is? I know that sounds kind of bad, but they are already gouging us at the pumps! I say we get a little back." "Belinda Marie! What are you saying? Are you saying that we should steal the money?" "Mom, I can read, I know that the oil companies are making three and four hundred percent profit from us, for gas and oil, each quarter. Most of that is going into the pockets of the executives of these oil companies, in the form of bonuses, and dividends; and perks like private jets, paid vacations, expensive vacation homes, and stuff like that. Why should they live so high on the hog and everybody else suffer for their greed? I say we ask for twenty-five percent, and settle for twenty. They're not going to get any of it back until we agree to give them the numbers. "What do you say about us taking all of it, putting it someplace where it makes us money, and then let them negotiate with us? Until they settle with us, we draw the interest or dividends or however this works, and we get more for our cut. Then we write them a check for the difference between what they lost, and what is left after we take our finder's fee from the original amount. So for Exxon, we send them their two point four, minus our twenty percent. We get to keep, like, five point four million with the interest and our cut, which Steven took from them. Now does that seem fair?" Brie than said, "Mom, Bea is right. We don't owe anyone any money, right now, until they give us a number that they say was stolen from them. Once we have that, then we take our cut (whatever that may be) from that total. Then we send them the money in some secure way, like maybe a wire transfer or something. Mom, I don't see where they should have a problem with it. I'm sure it isn't a round number; but whatever it is, we send them what they say their part is, minus our cut. Now if they say it was more than what Steven said, then we say there wasn't that much left. Steven then can swear that he only took what he told Ben he took. Do you agree with that, Mom?" "I guess I have been told how this will work. I may be the oldest, but I can be outvoted. But you all are right about one thing. While we have no idea what will be said right now, we need to get this set up. We work the special cases that cannot be found by any other means. So, we should get more for them than the standard fee that most places get. We'll have to wait for Gloria to tell us what those fees are, though. Now this has been a very interesting discussion. I never knew that you three were so well informed about all the things we discussed tonight. It's about time for bed, though, so I suggest we retire for the evening. We'll see what we can find out, tomorrow." Everyone agreed to that. We were all tired, and we had discussed as much as we could, tonight. I locked up, while the women went upstairs to get ready for bed. I went upstairs, kissed Brie and then Bea, and told each one I was so proud of them. I went to Mother's room, stripped off, and got in bed. I was joined by Helen. Moments later, we cuddled and fell asleep. ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 17 Saturday, July 9th, 2011 Today should be one of those lazy hazy days of summer, nothing to do and nowhere to go. But who knew what surprises lay in store for the Hamner family and the 'Hamner Locaters, LLC' company? I got up eventually, only to find an empty bed. I went to my room and showered, dressed and came downstairs. I was really glad I dressed, as when I entered the kitchen. Mom and Gloria were sitting at the table drinking coffee. "Morning Mom, Ms. Donner. To what do we owe this visit?" "Ben, I was explaining our dilemma with the money and who needs to be apprised of what we found and where. We also need to contact those who were affected and see what their response is to our fees. Gloria thinks the fees we charge are a little high. So I think we need to see what fees are normal and then charge a little more since we are actually finding people most others can't." "Ms. Donner, what are the normal fees for finding money like this?" "The normal fees are more along the lines of five percent for the first million, four percent for the second million, three percent for the third million, two percent for the fourth million, and one percent for everything above five million." "So you are saying that, for say twenty million, we would get five percent of a million or fifty thousand; and then, because the rest is over five million, we would get one percent of nineteen million or a hundred ninety thousand so we would get a total of two hundred-forty thousand as a finder's fee for the twenty million dollars. Or if we add each million as we come to it, it would be three hundred thousand for the whole twenty million. Let's face it. They will go with the least amount they can get away with. I say that we tell them that our fee is twenty percent of the total amount and negotiate down to fifteen percent and on twenty million we are talking three million for our take. Now, of that, as our negotiator, you would get a one percent share, plus your salary as our lawyer. I would say we start you out at, oh let's say, a conservative one hundred thousand a year salary; and for one deal at twenty million, you would make an extra thirty grand. Now how does that compare to what you are making now?" "Ben, you are not even in the ballpark. I made over half a million last year. So you aren't going to tempt me on this job. I will negotiate this one deal for ten percent of the amount you get, or three hundred thousand, but you will need to find yourself a new lawyer from now on." "That's kind of harsh Gloria." Mom said. "Ben was only giving an example, that's not necessarily what the salary would be. Ben, had you figured what our take would be from this for the total from the four companies?" "For this particular case, I would say that if we had to settle for fifteen percent of the roughly twenty-three million he's stolen from those oil companies, we would make about three point four five million. So your cut Ms. Donner would be thirty-four and a half grand on the deal. But if you insist on your proposal of ten percent and then leave, you would make three hundred forty-five thousand and then be done with us. If you were to stay, you could conceivably make that up with eight or nine more cases or even less if the amounts were larger. But who is to say that they won't be bigger or smaller, it all depends on who we go after, on your recommendations, of course. "It seems to me that you had said earlier that you wanted out of the divorce game and this is quite a ways away from that and an opportunity to pretty much control your own destiny. You pick the cases we pursue and you get a cut, plus a salary. But that is entirely up to you. We don't necessarily need you in particular; we just thought you might like to try something different. But I guess we can get some new lawyer straight out of school to represent us for a whole lot less than you want, and I'm sure they would be grateful for say two or three percent of the take. But that is your decision, Ms. Donner. "Mom, I'll get some cereal if the girls have already eaten, otherwise I will make something for us. That is, if you haven't eaten too?" "Ben, the girls aren't up yet and I ate already, so don't bother about me. Gloria, why don't we take our coffee and adjourn to the den. That way we stay out of Ben's way." They left and I started upstairs to get the girls up and Brie was just coming out of her room. "Brie, Honey, will you make sure Bea is up? I'll be making breakfast this morning. Mom and Ms. Donner are in the den discussing business, I think." "Sure, Bennie, we'll be right down." I thought to myself, if Gloria thought we would pay her half a million plus a cut of the profits, she was really crazy. I would only let her in on that type of plan if she put up some money, too, to make her a partner. But in reality I think going with a newbie would be the best choice. He or she wouldn't have the contacts, but we could muddle through somehow. After all it isn't like I am at a total loss here. We would have to see what Mom and Gloria come up with. I was getting down to my last nerve with her. She is one of those people who think that 'her shit don't stink' and that she is head and shoulders above everyone else. We don't need someone with that type of ego working for us. We are just regular people. We just happen to have some money because of my sleazy, good for nothing Dad. Then my brilliant Mom has kept us in money, by making more than what we started out with. I hope Mom tells her to get lost. We'll go with a newbie. It will cost us less. Oh well, not too much I can do with Mr. O'Dell until at least Monday, probably more like later next week. I checked up on Shelly Ann Burgess to see what kind of woman she was. I found her by whispering her name and entered her mind. She was head over heels in love with Henry, and as for Bobby, how could you not love a cute, well mannered eight year old boy. If she could just get Henry to ask her to marry her, then life would be super. A ready-made family to make her Mom happy, but she wanted to give Henry many more children, and now was a good time to start. Such a nice lady. Sweet, caring, loving ... I think I will nudge Henry a little to get things started. 'Franklyn Henry Fedders. Hear me and do not react to my voice. Speak to me only in your mind, do you understand?' 'Yes, Master.' 'You have a very good life now, as Henry Harrison. You have a loving woman in Shelly. She loves you as much as you love her. Bobby needs a new mom and she would be perfect. She also wants more children, especially with you. Go ahead and ask her, I will make sure your past does not interfere with your future.' 'Thank you, Master! You can do that, I mean about my past? Why, Master?' 'You and Bobby have suffered more than enough, because of that woman. You deserve a good life. Enjoy and be happy.' 'Thank you, Master, I will.' I checked on David's ex-wife, Carolyn Fay Oslet, now Carolyn Griffin. She and her new husband, Stanley both worked, and they and their children were happy. I think I'll try to set up something where David pays us what he can, and we in turn send it to Carolyn through the county court's office, so that David gets credit for paying her his part. We will have to work something out with our new lawyer, and the court system, and leave David alone to let him pay what he can, when he can. Gloria came into the kitchen when I was finished with my morning's work and sat down with me after getting a refill on her coffee. "Ben, I think we got off on the wrong foot with each other. I am not trying to make light of what you were proposing, but let's face it, I am making much more than you can pay me right now. But, I think we can continue working together. I have the contacts and access to get cases for us to look into. I also think I can get you emancipated fairly quickly. Once that happens, and we have a few more cases under our belt, I think going for the Special US Marshal appointment can happen when you turn seventeen or eighteen. "Now I have discussed a plan with your mother, whereby I still do my thing as a divorce lawyer, while still working to get your company established. Your new lawyer will work with me until I think they are ready and then I will probably back off and let you guys run your company your way. I just don't see me being a big part of your company. I hope this doesn't upset you, but its how I feel." "Ms. Donner, my big problem with you has been your ego and your attitude. You came to us and treated our family as amateurs, especially me, and I resented that very much. I asked you on the Bailey matter to please let me know when he would be arrested so that I could prepare the man for that event. Yet you totally blew me off, thinking, what does it matter? Now you know why it mattered. The man could have easily been killed in the arrest and at that time we did not know where the money was. It is very hard to get details from a dead person. With Victoria I got images, most of which were very fuzzy and not very clear. I doubt that I could have gotten a clear picture of where Mr. Bailey had the money hidden if he had died. "Yes, I'm very new to this second sight thing, but somehow I can mentally communicate with those I look for. This gives me a great advantage over many other people with 'the sight'. For all those reasons I felt that you were being especially harsh on us and I felt that I should speak my piece. I'm sorry if I offended you, but you certainly offended our family and especially me. You assumed that because of my age, I didn't know anything at all. Now you know that you were wrong. I think that your solution will be able to work, but a long term relationship with us would need lots and lots of work. It may not even be worth the effort, when all is said and done." Gloria sat for a while just looking at me and maybe thinking about what I said. "Ben I keep thinking I am confronted by a barely sixteen year old boy in a man's body. I am continually reminded that you may be a sixteen year old, but you have the mind and body of a man many years older. You're right. I came here the first time expecting some hoax. Then you gave me the information, which proved to be right, so quickly on that first night; I thought the whole thing was just a hoax, a schoolboy prank. But the next day I found out it was all real. "Imagine my surprise when there really was a guy by the name of Jason Babcock, who fit the description of James Bailey? When the fingerprints proved who he was, I was astounded again. The night I told you about his capture and you read me the riot act, I thought 'who does this punk kid think he is?' Well, I found out soon enough. I purposely gave you names I was sure you could never find, but I certainly never expected that thing with Victoria Mann. That is when I knew two things for sure: one, that you were truly gifted; and second, I had really messed up. But I was still trying to wrap my brain around the fact of your young age. Then you came up with Mr. Bertrum! By the way, there are very large rewards out on most of those girls, but we can talk about that later. First, you find someone who you don't even have a name for, then you talk him into turning a plane around and surrendering to the authorities. And then you find a dead girl and know exactly where she is. By the way, they sent divers out there this morning. "But, to top it all off, your expression and demeanor when you came into the room made everything fall into place for me. I finally realized just what a profound gift you had, and it scared me. If you could manipulate people so easily, then why couldn't you do the same to me? That really frightened me, almost to terror! There would be nothing I could do to stop you from taking over my mind. I think that is the part that I fear the most. Somehow you have a sort of mind control along with this second sight. As much as I hate to admit it, that scares the hell out of me! Sorry." I could see she was about to go on so I stopped her with a finger and said, "Ms. Donner, Gloria if you will, I would never try to control you in any way, but there are some things about me that must remain a secret. I'm sure you can agree with me that my gifts are rare and scary, but they must be kept a secret, or I will disappear and never be heard from again. This could also conceivably include my whole family. "If it were tried, I would fight to my death! I would take everyone I could with me, whether they be good guys or bad. That is something I never want on my conscience. I'm sure you will agree with me on that point. But here are my options, continue in utter secrecy, or be exposed to censure by some person or governmental agency. They'll be seeking to understand what I do, how I do it, and ... most importantly to them ... how can they achieve what I do, also. "Because of all this I must put a mental block in your mind that you never divulge my secret or how I am able to achieve the success I can achieve. If this wasn't a matter of life or death importance for my family, I would just ask that you not say anything. But since it is, I must plant the block. It is not painful, nor is it unpleasant. "Each of my family has this block inside their minds. All it does, is stop them from saying anything except 'I don't know how Ben does what he does'. It does have one thing in common with us, in that you can speak freely with anyone in our family, as long as no outsider or outside communications can learn of or hear this secret. It's just that simple. May I block you Gloria?" Mom came back in the kitchen when I asked Gloria the question. "Well, Gloria, do you accept this willingly or does Ben have to do it without your consent? It doesn't hurt, and you'll have a pleasant memory afterwards." "Ms. Donner, please think of the happiest moment in your life, or maybe the most pleasant thing that you can think of. Brie thought of Disneyland, Helen thought of a first time lover. It really is quite simple." "Okay, you talked me into it. Go ahead and do this thing, so it can be over with." She shut her eyes and scrunched her face all up like she was taking some bitter medicine. I looked into her mind and saw her with a young baby. It was a girl and was only about four months old. She was cooing and comforting the child just like a mother should. Oh, wow! Gloria had been married before, and had had a little girl, Elizabeth Ann Schneider. I planted the block and then followed the thought back and found that the baby died of crib death about a week after that one episode. The father, Henry Dean Schneider was watching the child that afternoon as she was in court. He went to check on the child and she was blue. She had stopped breathing and suffocated. It was later determined a death by SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). There was nothing anyone could have done, but she blamed the father, and that is what motivated her in court against these fathers. Henry committed suicide rather than face any more of the wrath of a grieving mother. Gloria blames him for the death of Elizabeth Ann, and she blames herself for his death. It is such a sad life for some of us. I tried to soothe some of the heartache away and I sent the aftermath of the child's death into a corner and locked it away, I didn't want her to be continually reminded of the death of her precious daughter. I left her the memory of her daughter up until the time of her death. The rest of her nightmarish memories, I locked away. But, they were not forgotten, lest her whole personality be changed. Gloria came back among us, and she had a wry little smile on her face. Mom said, "Gloria, did I not say that it would be a pleasant experience? You must have thought of something very special by your expression when you came back. See I told you it didn't hurt." "Yes, Helen, I had a wonderfully pleasant thought. One I haven't had in a while. Thank you for that, Ben. I guess you are the one to thank for that, right?" "Yes, that is right, Ms. Donner. I asked your mind to present you with a very pleasant memory, and I implanted the block so that either consciously or unconsciously you would not betray us. Thank you for allowing me to plant that block in this manner. I would have had to plant the block, either way, but this is so much easier and more pleasant." "Well, Gloria, now that we have that out of the way; you have your work cut out for you, on Monday. We will let you enjoy the rest of your weekend. Call me when you know something about the finder's fees." Gloria left then, and Mom sat down heavily with me. She just wanted me to hold her. She finally opened up to me. "That has got to be the most stubborn, egotistical woman I have ever met. I'm so very glad we only have to work with her until we can find a suitable replacement. Did you find any reason for her attitude when you put the block in?" I explained what I found but it didn't really explain her attitude much, though it did explain a little about her. I did say, "Mom, her hatred of men will be her downfall, though. When I was in her mind, I felt as though there was something stalking me inside there. Now I know it is a hatred of all men. I just hope my block stays. I may have to get Brie to strengthen it, when her power comes in." "You think she just might blurt out about you if it fails?" "I really don't know, but I strengthened the block. I hid a lot of the hurtful memories and brought more of the pleasant memories to the forefront, but who knows for sure? Only time will tell. Did Gloria mention anyone in particular for a replacement? Maybe we could get her to look at recent school graduates and we could find someone we could sponsor at a local law firm, to help get their feet wet, so to speak. I'm sure it would have to be a woman, but I don't have a problem with that if you don't." "Ben, that sounds like a wonderful idea! I'll call her back, later, and see what she thinks. I'll tell her it was my idea. Again, you know the right thing to say, at the right time. I think it is getting towards lunch time, and I need to get my lazy butt to work. I can't let my son do all the work around here." Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 18 Monday, July 11th, 2011 The weekend was kind of nice, more lazing around, getting some attention at poolside, even Mom remarked how good I looked and of course all the guys, myself included, stared at my mom in her bikini. She didn't stay very long on either Saturday or Sunday afternoon. We mostly talked about what school was going to be like and all the neat places in Florida that Ken and his family should check out. You know; just general teenage subjects. The guys gave me all the tips on who in school was hot, and who was not; and who really did 'go the distance', if you know what I mean. Today was a typical Monday: alarm, fix breakfast for Mom, go back to bed, then wake up again and fix breakfast again for me and the girls. I thought that today and tomorrow may be the last days of sleeping in for a while, as the contractors were coming on Wednesday or Thursday to start on the teardown. The four of us moved things around in the garage. We left two full bays open for the guys to put their stuff. Of course it rained for a while on Sunday evening so that was kind of nice. It cooled off for a little while until it started getting muggy again. I wrote down all the numbers for the accounts and passwords for both James Bailey and Steven O'Dell. I contacted Pam and had her create a business account for both 'Hamner Enterprises, LLC' and 'Hamner Locaters, LLC'. I put a five thousand dollar deposit into each account from my savings to open it. Then I moved money from Mr. Bailey's account to the Enterprises account here, via Mom's Cayman account. I wanted that money out of reach of any greedy hands until a settlement was reached in his case. I also opened a business account for Hamner Locaters, LLC in the Caymans by way of the internet. So now we had two accounts in the Caymans, well three actually, as Mom had two accounts there. She only gave me the numbers for the smaller account. I then moved the money from the Belize account into Mom's account in the Caymans and then moved it to the business account there. So sometime this week I would have all of Steven's money transferred to our Cayman accounts. They could grow until we had some figures to pay out. I wanted to make sure no one else got their sticky fingers into our pie. I looked into an account on the Isle of Jersey, but one of us (in this case Helen) would have to physically go there to open an account, and that was not possible at this time. Soon it was pool time. I enjoyed swimming and fooling around in the pool, and then I was stretching out and letting the girls rub lotion on my body. I think after today everyone would have had a turn, but we may let it go on. Ken and Gary were really getting into this getting slathered up with sunscreen by the girls. I can't say it was unpleasant, either. I also had Mom get a post office box for the company for our permanent address, well at least until we need to actually have offices. But that got me to thinking so I contacted Pam Anderson at the bank and asked if there was any office space available in the bank building for our new company, but there wasn't anything available in their building. However, the bank had acquired a former dentist's office not far from the bank, over on East Peach Street. The dentist had died, and no one wanted the practice, so the wife had sold off all the furnishings. All that was left was the building. She turned it over to the bank to sell for her, since the bank still owned a very small piece of it. It had a waiting room/reception area, a small office area, a small kitchen and restroom. There were the three large rooms, where the dental equipment had been. They could be converted into offices, very easily. The original reception/office area we could use for our receptionist. This was all in a single story brick building, with an off-street parking lot that could hold probably twelve to fifteen cars. The building is sixty-four feet across the front, and twenty-one feet deep, for an area of about one-thousand, two hundred sixty square feet inside. They could let us have the building for one hundred fifty-five thousand for everything: building and parking lot. I told her to hold it for two days until I could get a final decision from our board. She said she would. I called Helen and spoke with her about the building. She agreed that we should buy it while we had a chance. One of the companies that she supplied with people, had just had an inside renovation done. She would find out who had done the work, and see about them giving us an estimate to finish out the offices, and get us a working building. I figured that we could give Karen one office, and then one for our new attorney, and the last office for Mom. Since I would still be in school I wouldn't need anything right there. Mom said she would contact Pam, and get the paperwork started. So ... now we had a corporate headquarters at 304 East Peach Street, in El Dorado, Arkansas. Tuesday, July 12th, 2011 Today, after everyone got here for swimming and sunning; we all went into the parlor, and watched my presentation of the photos we took in Florida. That lasted almost an hour, but everyone enjoyed it. Afterwards, we all adjourned to the pool, and took up where we left off yesterday: having fun, just like we're supposed to do during summer vacation. Gloria called today and said that she had heard back from the parties interested in Mr. Bailey. They were offering a ten percent finder's fee. I told her to go ahead with the paperwork and the company would write a check to whomever they wanted the check or checks to go to. I explained that our companies of 'Hamner Enterprises, LLC' and 'Hamner Locaters, LLC' were now established, and I had submitted the paperwork to register the company names with the state. I also had an account set up at our bank here as well as in the Caymans and I could move the funds when they were needed. I would be setting up an account for the medical expenses for the kidnapped girls, tomorrow, so we could give the FBI an account number for the psychiatrists treating the girls to use for their fees. I also told her that all of Steven's money would be transferred to our accounts by the morning, so we would not have to worry about that. She could contact the authorities to go ahead and collect Steven at the US Embassy in Belmopan, Belize, on Wednesday. I would make sure that he went peacefully. She was working on the rewards from all the kidnapped girls. I told her that all of that money would go toward their medical expenses. We wouldn't touch a penny of that money for ourselves, it would go into the account we set up for the medical expenses, and psychiatric care. She thought that was perfect, and complimented me on that decision. The rest of the day was pretty much as usual: nothing to write home about. Thursday, July 14th, 2011 Just after all the kids showed up, a guy that could have been the twin of Salvador Sanchez came in, also. I approached him with my hand out and said, "You must be Santos Sanchez, I'm Ben Hamner, I spoke with your brother last week." "Mr. Hamner, I'm glad to meet you. Now where should we start?" I showed Mr. Sanchez the breezeway and then the garage. He already had plans laid out and there were three guys and a woman from an additional truck, unloading equipment and putting it in the third bay where they were staging everything. I told them they could have all three bays to put stuff and that I wanted the door with the glass put into bay two. He said that would be no problem. Once they got their equipment unloaded, they would start on the lattice work on the breezeway. Oh, yeah ... I did I want the ivy saved, if possible, but he wasn't to worry if it wasn't. He thought they could take the lattice down and move it back about a foot, and then put the lattice back up. That would leave a nice view and still have room for the walls needed to enclose the breezeway. I told him to go ahead, as he was the expert, not me. He laughed and said, "We've done this a time or two. It will still look nice when we are done, not to worry. I see we can get water, over there. There's a sink in the work area, too, so no problem. I'll have a dumpster brought in tomorrow morning so there won't be a lot of trash lying around. Would in front of the third bay door, be alright for the dumpster?" "Yes, Mr. Sanchez that will be fine. We will eventually park in the second and third stall, once this project is finished." "Very good, Mr. Hamner, I'll get this started. I hope we don't make too much noise for your pool party." "These are just the neighbors who congregate here each afternoon to swim and hang out. We have the biggest pool, and everybody likes to gather here. I just hope we aren't too noisy for your people. Oh, yes, there is a restroom in the pool house. Use the right hand door. It leads right to the bathroom area. Also if you need ice, we have an icemaker just inside the back door off the breezeway, help yourself." "Wow! All the comforts of home. Thanks. We'll try to stay out of everyone's way as much as possible, Mr. Hamner." "And we'll do likewise, Mr. Sanchez." I went back to the pool. Shortly after, we heard a lot of noise from the breezeway. I was about done with my chores and had supper started, when it became quiet out by the garage. I went out to see what had been done. It was just after six. The breezeway was totally open, now, on both sides. The window on the garage wall closest to the house was now a big gaping hole. Clear plastic was tacked in place on the outside, covering the hole. The lattice wall, covered with the ivy, was down. It was covered by some four by eight sheets of plywood. There were also two sheets of plywood already started for the back wall of the breezeway. Wow, these guys didn't waste any time. I was impressed. The garage door was gone, and all the hardware along with it. The hole was covered in plastic sheeting, too. The second overhead door had been replaced with the window door from the first bay. Wow! All this far, in only about five hours of work! They moved right along. I guess that's what happens when you are paid by the job, and not by the hours worked. Saturday, July 23rd, 2011 The last week and a half had been really busy. We finalized the negotiations between the Burke Family, Burke Industries and AIG (American International Group) for the finder's fee for Mr. Bailey's little escapade. Our take on that one was right at one million. We asked for one point five, but got one ... no big deal. Gloria, Helen and I are interviewing prospective new attorneys for our company. They are all recent graduates. Four are from here in Arkansas, but two are from Texas, and one is from a Louisiana law school. We will start interviewing them at nine this morning. All but two were women, much as I had figured. Gloria had already completed an initial interview with each of them, yesterday. Now it would be our turn, mainly to see if we can agree on a prospect. We are meeting in Gloria's office. It is the quieter, since all the construction started at the house. We have seven candidates for the position: Elizabeth Marie Montagna; Mary Beth Sampson; Shelia Annette Clarke; Diana Marie Sachette; Samantha Victoria Mason; James Avery Hacke; and Thomas Dale Ross. Elizabeth, Mary Beth, Shelia and James all came from the University of Arkansas, Little Rock; Diana came from Tulane University, in Louisiana; Thomas is from the University of Texas at Austin; and Samantha is from Baylor University in Waco. All of them had interned with major law firms in their area, except Shelia, who was working for a firm in Ft. Smith. Gloria asked additional questions and then Helen asked some questions, while I looked into their minds. I found most of them very ordered and the people were for the most part honest hard working people. Of all of the candidates, Samantha stood out most in my mind. She was the oldest, yet seemed the most eager to join our company. Mom had explained some of what our company did and that we had already established ourselves as a company who could find people who were difficult to track down. She did mention the number of people found, although she did lump the kidnapped young ladies into one case. We were in the process of renovating an office here in downtown El Dorado and that we would assist in finding a place to live for the right candidate. She had her eye on a duplex not far from downtown and the offices where the prospect would be working. Gloria's offices were only three blocks away from our new building. This was the spiel given for each candidate. The prospects had all showed up at nine-thirty this morning and once Gloria and Mom had interviewed each one, they were told to wait until we were through and they would be given a voucher to eat at one of the better restaurants in downtown El Dorado. We were all through the interviews by noon, and after the last one left Gloria and Mom looked at me. Since I had not said anything during the whole time they looked to me to see my reaction. "If you want my input I would suggest Samantha Mason. She is smart; she finished a year earlier than the rest, and she has the most experience in corporate and business law. She has an orderly mind, knows what she wants and goes after it. She sees this job as a real challenge to her ability, but yet not something she can't obtain with hard work. She has an excellent work ethic and I do believe she can keep a secret. Her best friend all through high school was gay and she has never told anyone about it, still. She has family in Waco and is close, but not tied to them. She is religious, but not a fanatic about it. She won't preach to anyone, she feels that religion is a personal choice and not something discussed in public. Myself, I think she is perfect." Gloria said, "It looks like we have a decision then. I too liked Samantha, she was very knowledgeable, poised, and not easily flustered. That is a must in this business, I agree. Helen?" "What can I say? When you're right you don't try to argue. I say we hire her today. Ben, you have the vouchers for Fayrays right?" "Yes, Ma'am. I'll take care of this, and then bring Samantha back in here." I walked out to the outer office and said, "Ms Mason, would you please stay a moment. The rest of you, we thank you very much and we have a little something for you. We know it is lunchtime and this is a voucher for up to twenty dollars worth of food or drink at Fayrays Restaurant. It is three blocks south and two blocks east of this office. Again thank you for coming and we wish you great luck in your chosen career." Once everyone left I locked the door and escorted Samantha back into Gloria's office. I let Gloria and Helen discuss salary, bonuses, benefits, insurance and everything and then Mom asked the big question. "Well, Samantha, are you still interested in joining our little company?" "Yes, of course I am. I don't like to admit this, but you would have to chase me away with a stick, to get me to leave a choice position like this. I hope you have one of those vouchers for me as I'm about famished." I spoke up and said, "How about we take our newest employee to lunch and then see what we need to get done to move her up here from Texas. Gloria, does she need to take the Arkansas bar test to practice here?" "Not to worry Ben, we'll get that all taken care of before she moves. From what I remember from her scores, that should be the least of our worries. Let's eat, I'm like Samantha, I'm starved." We walked down to Fayrays and had a very nice lunch and then drove over to the new office and then on to the duplex. Sam loved the duplex and the office building, too. Especially since in good weather, she could even walk to work. We dropped her off at Gloria's office, so she could pick up her car. She went to her motel for the afternoon. Mom and I headed home and I assumed Gloria did the same. The rest of the weekend went well and then it was noisy time again. Bright and early, at seven-thirty in the morning (Saturdays too), two trucks arrived full of workers. By seven forty-five, it was hammers, saws and generally loud noises until six in the evening. The Stevens family had left last Friday afternoon, and would be gone for two weeks. Our afternoon pool party just kept on going on, noise or not. By Wednesday, most of the noise was now muffled by being all inside work. They wanted to make sure the summer thunderstorms we sometimes get around here were not going to affect their outside work so they rushed through that right away. Now it was putting insulation in the breezeway walls, putting up the walls in the garage and then insulating them too. We had a new window on the south breezeway wall. Well, actually, the window they took out of the garage's east wall ended up there. Ken called while I was sunning myself. Everyone got to talk to him, he did tell me that he had started to work out with the machines at the resort and he was feeling a lot better and the walking was getting easier. He hoped that when he got back he could maybe come over every other day and work out with me. I said fine with me, he could do it every day if he was able. I knew that once we started back to school it might be a problem for every day, though. Since the house and garage were made of brick, they had run brick all along the back wall as well as the front so it looked like the house and garage were always joined together by a brick hallway between the two buildings. This was turning out to be a super job and it looked like they would be done early. Thursday the workout equipment came in, and we temporarily placed the machines and then color coded with paint, or marked the outline of where the machines would go, onto the floor. Then we moved them into the third stall. Mr. Sanchez asked if we had considered a spongy floor material so that we wouldn't be hurting ourselves if we fell or ran in place on the open area of the floor. He said carpet was nice, but they knew of another material that would be much better for this damp environment, and it wouldn't be as susceptible to dirt and grime as a carpet would. I asked what the difference in cost would be between it, and the carpet and underlayment. He said it worked out to a dollar-fifty a square foot more, but it would last up to five times longer in this environment, especially with the shower and sauna. I said, "Do it." He said, "Will do. I'll have the materials here tomorrow. We can cancel the carpet and underlayment for this room only. We'll still carpet the breezeway." I said, "That is fine. I'm glad you mentioned it." Santos said, "We just bid on a job for a big workout place up in Arkadelphia and they wanted that material specifically, so I thought since we had to do a lot of research on it I would let you know about it. We hadn't known about that material before." "Well, I'm glad you did mention it. You say it lasts much longer than carpet ever would, especially, with the sauna and the shower in here." "Yes, it is a manmade material that is spongy, yet still mold and mildew resistant. It comes in locking tiles so whenever a piece is damaged, it can be replaced without making a big mess. It is glued down, but they have a solvent that can dissolve the glue, so changing one tile or half a floor is no problem." "Wow, the wonders of modern science." "Yep, it makes our lives easier, too." Monday, Aug. 1st, 2011 We finally got some answers from Exxon Mobil. They still didn't know about all the money that Steven O'Dell had taken from them. They were claiming Mr. O'Dell embezzled $2,726,654.57 so our cut from that money would be $408,998.19. We would get to keep the extra $4,085,932.59 that they knew nothing about. Dresser was still looking into their books and the preliminary figures looked like about five million dollars. Shell and Chevron were also still trying to get a final figure together, but their figures were close to what Steven had told me, of course the dividends were in another numbered account in the Caymans and that totaled right at $2,349,492.05 the last time he looked, but then it had made another seventy dollars and twenty-six cents before I transferred that account to our new account in the Caymans in Helen Elizabeth Hamner's name. Samantha and Gloria were working up a new list that would be gleaned from the FBI most wanted list, various missing persons lists, then add into the mix a couple of dead beat dads and one woman who had taken off on her husband and kids. They were still gathering facts and numbers, including rewards for information leading to the arrest and conviction of any criminals. It looked to be a really busy week ahead for me, and we have only four weeks left until school starts again. Mr. Sanchez said he would be finished with everything by the tenth or eleventh of August. That was good news, as it would mean a couple of weeks of relative quiet at the poolside. Yeah! Ken will be coming back at the end of this week, I'm sure he'll have a lot of pictures and things to talk about. Otherwise, things were going well here at the Hamner homestead. Brie and Bea are getting anxious to get started on the new workout machines so they can look fabulous for school. It has taken some time, but the girls at the pool have finally decided that drooling all over Ben is not a daily occurrence, anymore, just occasionally. It's time for the pool bunch to get here so it's time to go to work again. After supper I checked my e-mails, and Samantha had sent me some information on the woman who had skipped on her family. Her name was Beverly Jane Dumont and she is suspected to have left with Jerome Denton Williams, as both employees have not been seen since July first 2008. They may have embezzled up to two point three million from Wal-Mart and some of their suppliers. Beverly also owes $235,456.00 in back alimony & child support. I would try tomorrow to see if I could find them. I was too tired tonight for that mess. Besides, Helen was feeling very amorous, and I thought I'd have a long night in store for me. Thank goodness I get to sleep in, in the morning ... if I can stand the hammering outside. They should be finishing up the sheetrock tomorrow. Then it should be a lot quieter. After tucking in both girls, Helen and I adjourned to the bedroom, where I was attacked by a very hungry 'cougar'. I was kissed, sucked, and generally mauled to I think four, or was it five emissions of my essence. All I knew for sure was that I was 'rode hard and put up wet' to the point where I couldn't get it up; but not for lack of trying on both our parts. It was pure unadulterated raw, animal sex, not tender love making tonight. At about three AM, I fell asleep after my last attempt at getting hard. My lover was still hot, but I was not, sex wise I mean, yes heat wise I was a sweaty mess of raw nerves and shaky memories. I slept for I think four hours and heard the alarm. I crawled out of Helen's bed, and did manage to make it to my bathroom where I took a very quick shower. Then threw myself on my bed, naked but for the towel around my waist, and went back to sleep. Tuesday, Aug. 2nd, 2011 Bea came in to wake me up after reading a note from Mom. She said I had had a rough night and she wanted me to sleep until lunchtime. I pealed one eye open and glanced at my clock, 11:51 it read. I rolled over, tried to sit up, and fell back on the bed. I tried again, and Bea gave me a hand. She grabbed onto each arm and pulled, allowing me to actually stand up. Wonder of wonders, my towel stayed tied. I didn't embarrass either of us. Bea helped me to the bathroom where she left me, saying she would see me downstairs. I managed to empty my bladder and stumble to the shower. Once that cold water hit my body, I managed to awaken sufficiently enough not to drown in the flow of water. I finally turned the faucet to warm the water and continued with my shower, getting stronger each minute. When I finished, I almost felt human again. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I went into the kitchen and started making some lunch for the girls, and some breakfast for me. I called Bea and Brie down for lunch and settled down to eat. I know there were several things I needed to get done today, some of which should have been done already, but such is life. I finished eating and sent the girls back up to get their suits on. I went into the den and called Gloria. "Gloria, I have a problem and I hope you can solve it for me. One of our people I finally found, but here is the problem. It is a dad that fled when he was let out of jail so he could find a good job. He has one, now, and would like to try to pay his family back. But he doesn't want the courts involved again, because then he would be right back in jail for non-compliance. How can a man make restitution if he can't work? Can we somehow get the court to lay off of him, so that he can send what he can to his family? The wife has since remarried, so the alimony stopped as of the marriage, but he still wants to pay what he owes. He has a little saved up, but not much. How can we help him accomplish the payback, yet keep him hidden from the law?" "Ben, I'm not sure what can be done. I'll have to look into the case and see what can be done. Who is it and where is he?" "Whoa there, the man is David Oslet, but I am not going to tell you where he is until we can get something worked out so he can stay working." "Okay, is he still in Arkansas?" "No, he's not, but he is in the US and that is all I am saying on that matter. Please don't ask me again where he is, okay?" "Ben, this is hard for me, as an attorney I am bound by certain laws and I will eventually need to know where he is to get this worked out." "Gloria, I need this to be kept private, if necessary, I will pay the amount he owes and let him pay me back as he can. I will do that to keep him out of the courts and out of jail. I feel very strongly about that, so please bear with me on this." "All right, but I don't have to like it. Was there anything else?" "Yes, I will have Steven O'Dell turn himself in to the US Ambassador for Belize in Belmopan tomorrow. He will be doing this voluntarily so no harsh treatment please. Is that enough time to let someone know so then can be aware of the situation or should I postpone it another day?" "I have already contacted the state department about this and was just waiting to find out a date when he would be arriving. I believe that everything has been set up for his extradition back to Houston to stand trial. Of course there will be questions about where all the money went. But we can say we confiscated all the money and it is setting in our company's account awaiting dispersal. We do have all his money, right?" "All of Steven's money, from all of his accounts, is now safely tucked away in accounts I control. Our company will make out checks to those who can show proof to our satisfaction, of their loss. Until that time, we draw interest and dividends on the whole amount. I figure that since we found Steven and his money, we should get some of the spoils." "Ben you are almost too devious for someone so young. On another note, we should have another list for you to go looking for, later this week. This isn't too fast for you, is it?" "No, Gloria, of course not. However, once school starts, we will need to drop it down to one short list, every two to three weeks. I will need studying time, and I am going to try to get some extra classes in by tutoring, so maybe I can graduate earlier than a year from next May." "Okay, I'll probably be out to the house later this week with all the information on your next project. Say 'hi' to your mom and the girls for me." "Will do, see ya." "Bye, Ben." I contacted Steven, and told him to be at the US Embassy tomorrow and to turn himself in. He was not to tell anyone just how much money he had taken. He could tell them all the account and numbers, but there would not be any money left for them to find. He did say that he had just been paid on Friday and still had about eight hundred dollars in the bank in Belize in a checking account. I told him he could keep it until they took it away from him. I made sure that he was in a frame of mind that he was sorry for the trouble he had caused and he wanted to confess his crimes, just no money amounts would be discussed. He would be very confused as to exact amounts for each of his crimes. I know this sounded like stealing, but was it? After that, it was time to join the rest of the kids for some pool fun. The rest of the afternoon was about normal. We swam, we talked, we had fun, just like normal kids our age did during the summer. After supper I went to my room and tried to make some sense of the information I had on Beverly and Jerome. I looked for Beverly first and found her in Tahiti. Mitirapa, Tahiti, to be exact. Jerome and she were living it up as Jacques and Madeleine De Piers. They had bought a small villa, there. They were living life as a French couple, retired from the states. Both actually spoke French ... well, high school French, anyway. That is actually how they met. Beverly was giving some pointers to a colleague who was dealing with a French company for a new line of cosmetics and perfume for WalMart. Jerome overheard the conversation and said he could help as well. Jerome had taken French in college as well as high school so his command of the language was much better. Between the three of them they were able to secure the contract with the French company. The two of them had received kickback money and had also skimmed a piece of each contract they made, thus garnering them just over $4.2 million, all together. They skimmed nearly half a million from the French company alone, in the last year of their working for WalMart. They had been funneling money from each contract they made to a third company owned by them. It was a company in name only, and they had been doing this independently for three years. Once they worked on the French company, they had combined forces and switched to a new company they had set up for themselves. I guessed that we would have to work something out with the US State Department regarding extradition from French Polynesia. That could take a while to get straightened out. I sent an e-mail back to Gloria and Samantha, stating what their new names were, and where they were. They could handle the hard part of getting them back. I did say that they needed to let me know when they would be arrested, so that I could freeze the money and transfer it back here for distribution after the dust settled. Funniest thing, Helen was tired tonight and just wanted to cuddle. We slept soundly. ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 19 Wednesday, Aug 3rd, 2011 The alarm went off and I sprang from the bed. I headed in to my shower and then got dressed. I had breakfast ready for Helen once she arrived downstairs. I ate with her, and then went to my room, and checked my e-mail. I had received an e-mail addressed to the company from a woman whose husband was missing in Afghanistan. He had been out on perimeter guard, just outside Landey Wozay in the Zharay district of Afghanistan, southeast of Kandahar at the southeastern side of Afghanistan. He normally called his wife using Skype at least every three to four days, when he can get over to FOB Wilson. After a week, she contacted his post commander at Fort Campbell, KY. He in turn contacted someone else, and they learned that he was listed as MIA, and had been missing since the evening of May 12th, 2011. His name is SSgt Hiram Isaac Sherman. He and his wife Gayle had three children. I immediately tried to contact Hiram. 'Hiram Isaac Sherman, do not be alarmed, speak to me only in your mind, do not speak aloud, do you understand me Hiram?' I did not get any return so I spoke again, louder and more commandingly. 'Hiram Isaac Sherman, do not be alarmed, but you must speak to me in your mind only! Answer me, NOW!' A very weak voice came to me, 'Master, you called me? Is this the almighty Allah that is speaking to me?' 'What is all this Allah bullshit? I am your only master, there is no Allah, there is only ME! Do you understand me SLAVE?' 'Yes, Master, how have I displeased you to call me slave? Have I not tried to serve you, Master Allah?' I looked deep into his mind. They had tortured this man almost to the point of death many times and revived him and they had been brainwashing him to believe that he was to be an instrument of Allah, to avenge the deaths of the faithful. His captors were readying him to strap explosives to his body in his combat tactical vest, and send him back to his unit, now that it was near Bala Zar about seven klicks southwest of Landey Wozay, where they had captured him. The only thing about that was that he would probably be killed by friendly fire if he attempted to reunite with his unit now. He had been gone too long. I tried to link with someone close to him, but the minds that I found were chaotic, and they were thinking in a language I did not understand. I asked for help from my friend James Earl Jonas: the power of the ring. 'James can you translate what I am hearing from this mind, or can you give me the ability to understand his language?' 'Ben, I can provide you with a translation; but first, think very hard, and see if you can understand.' At first I thought James was nuts. Me, understand this gobbledy gook noise I hear, instead of some sort of language? But then, as I concentrated, I started to understand a word or two; and then it flooded my mind with understanding. I didn't know if I am translating it myself or if I could somehow understand the mind better and make either my mind or his mind translate the words into something my mind can process. Either way I could now understand better. I heard thoughts of how they would have this infidel laying across the road when his old platoon came down the road. They would see him, and approach carefully, once they saw the face of the man, they would rush to his side. That would be when they would send the signal to a cell phone, and detonate the bomb Hiram was carrying, and the other IED's scattered in the area. They would have to move this infidel from their present position in a bombed out building, only a few yards from the spot they had picked for the ambush. The American pigs were still over five klicks from the spot, and were stopped for the night, as it is late evening and dark. They will have a few hours before they leave again, as they normally do not move about much at night. The place for the ambush is just outside of Sarban Kalay. Armed with this information I immediately go back to Hiram. 'Hiram, tell me who is your best friend in your squad or your platoon? I need to contact someone to rescue you and your platoon from an ambush. Tell me now!' 'Yes, Master. My best friend is Walt Young, Sgt. Walter Young.' 'Where is Walter from, Hiram?' 'He is from Black Gnat, Kentucky. It's a really small town, south of Campbellsville.' 'Excellent, stay sharp Hiram, help is on the way.' Next I call Walter, 'Sergeant Walter Young from Black Gnat, Kentucky. If you can hear me, answer only in your mind and I will hear you.' 'Yes, Master, I hear you. How can I be of service, Master?' 'I have found your friend Hiram Sherman. He is alive, but near death. I need you and a couple of others to go and get him, before the ambush is set up that the Afghani's have planned for your platoon. Go to your Lieutenant and explain that you had a dream that your unit is going to be ambushed, just outside of Sarban Kalay. Tell him anything, but let him send you and two others, to investigate this dream you had. You will need a sniper, a scout, and one other. I see that you are a very good shot and you know of another, a Cpl. Julian DeNardo, he is your scout and another deadly shot. We will need another, is your medic a good shot, as well?' 'Yes Master, Julian is excellent as a scout and as a sniper. The LT wants to send him to sniper school as soon as we get back home. Juan is very good with a gun, as well, and he was a nurse before joining up. Let me get with the LT and see what we can do, Master.' 'What is your Lieutenant's name Walter?' 'It's Samuel Garrett, Master.' 'Thank you, Walter. I will talk with your LT.' 'Lieutenant Samuel Garrett of 3rd platoon, 502nd Infantry Regiment. Hear me and answer only in your mind. I am your Master and I have found SSgt Hiram Sherman, and he needs help. A small group needs to go rescue him. Sgt Walter Young will come to you with a plan, hear him out and help him determine a course of action to rescue your man.' 'Yes Master, I will see what we can do. I think Cpl DeNardo and Cpl Rodriguez would be ideal for this mission. You know where SSgt Sherman is; are there many captors around him?' 'From what I can tell there are only three people near him. There are five others digging holes for the IEDs to be placed for the ambush of your platoon when you near Sarban Kalay. The ambush is set for half a klick outside the city. There are three buildings at the ambush site. Two are on one side and one on the other side of the road. The two buildings are nothing but rubble, but there is a one meter wall that is partially still standing. The other building is where your SSgt is. The building is partially bombed out, but two walls are still standing and the collapse of the roof has left an area about 3 meters by 4. There are two lookouts there and another in another building about a block away. There is also a rough cellar under this building that has been dug out and that is where SSgt Sherman is currently located. There is only one guard with him at the moment. I will keep your rescue team apprised of where the enemy is when they arrive.' 'Thank you Master, why are you doing this? Could you not rescue him yourself?' "Firstly, Samuel, I am not a physical being. Secondly, right now, SSgt Sherman is wired to a bomb within his tactical vest. It is not yet armed, but can be easily. I want this operation to be able to snatch and grab Hiram and remove him from harm. He has a wife and three children back home and I for one would like for him to return to it, as I'm sure you would like to return to your wife and soon to be son. Need I say more, Lieutenant?' "No, Master you have made yourself very clear. Here comes Sgt Young, I will do my best, and will even have the team sent down the road a couple of klicks to help them along.' I decided to stay around in the LT's mind as the briefing started. Sgt. Walter Young, Cpl. Julian DeNardo and Cpl. Juan Rodriguez were fired up and ready for this, as all three were good friends of Hiram. They have been devastated since his disappearance back in Landey Wozay. In fact, the whole platoon has been worried about his disappearance. Who would be next? What had happened to him? Was he tortured? Was he still alive? Some had even thought in passing that he had deserted, but no one really believed that theory. Hiram was too much of a patriot. It was finally decided that PFC Gerald Bonner would drive the extraction team a couple of klicks down the road to give them a head start and then drive back to their camp. PFC Bonner was quite the driver. He had been driving since the age of five, first go-carts, then midgets, then dwarf cars, outlaw sprint cars and then he had graduated to ARCA racing. Next would be Nationwide. Gerald had an uncanny ability to avoid IEDs, and could drive a Hummer just about anywhere, including a few places no sane person would ever try to go. When they were almost to their drop off point Gerald slammed on the brakes and slid off the road and around a clump of bushes and then back on the road. He said, "We almost bought it, guys! I almost didn't see that IED there in the bushes. We'll take care of that one when we come by in the morning. You guys sit tight with Hiram in that building on the right. We can send the sweepers in, when we get close. Now go get our buddy and kick some ass." Gerald dropped off the rescue team and headed back to camp, again avoiding that clump of bushes. He reported back to the LT about the IED, and then went back to his bedding, and to sleep. Julian took the lead, and they were off. They kept low and moved fairly quickly along the road until they could hear the sounds of digging. They moved about twenty meters off to the right of the road, and started crawling until they could see the enemy digging the holes for their IEDs. It looked like they had several 203mm shell casings that were stuffed with rocks, glass, and metal fragments. They were certainly setting a real trap. The area was about a twenty meter circle where they were digging and most of the 203mm casings were going to be around the edges of that area. They also noticed many 105mm casings, (probably American made) that would be hidden inside that circle of the Russian 203mm casings. This plan was going to be a massacre if it went to fruition. With gentle hints from me; Julian, Walter and Juan were able to take out the two lookouts and Hiram's guard without alerting the other workers. Julian, cut the tactical vest from Hiram and they slithered out of the hole and crawled past the workers, leaving the vest behind. I found the cell phone number for them, and gave it to Walter, so they could blow it themselves. Julian had snuck the vest over to the pile of 105mm casings loaded with explosives. Once they were about two hundred meters away, Walter punched in the number to activate the vest. As soon as he hit the talk button on his cell phone, he dropped to the ground. All four soldiers were lifted up and dropped about a foot from the concussion of the explosion. After the scene calmed down somewhat they looked through their night vision binoculars at the scene of the explosion. There was body parts scattered all over. The partial walls of the building on the right side of the road where the 105mm casings were, plus much of the right side of the road itself, both were now part of a huge crater. There were three insurgents running to the scene and Julian and Walter were able to end their run with well placed body shots. There were still some flames from the clothing and what flammable material was left, but that was it. They crawled and dragged Hiram another three hundred meters and then fashioned a support for Hiram. The four of them walked back to be picked up by PFC Bonner at the IED bush. Needless to say Lt. Garrett and his platoon had heard the explosion and hoped that their men were safe. A call on the radio came in about half an hour after the explosion that said, "Four for pick up, at the bush." Garrett and Bonner knew where that was, and Bonner was on the way in a Hummer, in a heartbeat. So ended the heroics of 4th Squad, 3rd Platoon, 502nd Infantry Regiment, 2nd Brigade Special Troops Battalion, 101st Airborne Division. Once I left the returning heroes, I e-mailed Gayle and explained that Hiram was on a secret mission and was unable to contact her. He was very sorry for making her worry, but it couldn't be helped. He would contact her soon. I would remind Hiram tomorrow what I told his wife, so his story and mine jibed. It might be funny, but the three hours I spent with the 4th squad was the most memorable time I can remember. To me it was even greater than my time at Disney with my family. I felt as though I was a part of something bigger than myself, actually bigger than all of the characters in the little episode combined. This was something that old men tell their grandchildren about. I hoped that Walter, Julian, Juan and Gerald received medals for this little outing. Just the fact that I was a small part of this rescue, made me feel ten feet tall. While I was busy with Hiram, lunchtime came and went but Bea must have stepped up and made something as they had not bothered me during the whole incident. I heard voices out back so I went upstairs and changed and came out back and took a quick dip and lay down on a lounger. Ken asked if I was okay. I said, "I've been doing some work for our new company and I think I worked too hard, I need some rest right now. Are things all right out here?" "Sure Ben, Gary and I look out for everyone when you're not here. I did hear Bea complain that she had to make her and Brie lunch as you were busy. But hey, it gives her something to complain about, so she's happy." "That's for sure. She's a good sister though, I can't really complain about either one of my sisters. They are good people." "Yeah, sometimes sisters can be a real pain, but most times they are nice to have around." "Ken, I need some shuteye so nudge me if I snore or sleep too long, okay?" "Sure, no prob, Ben. What are friends and brothers for if not to look after their younger brothers?" "Thanks Ken." I fell into a deep sleep and Bea woke me later when she dripped cold water all over my face from ringing her hair over me. I jumped up and she took off running. I followed, but walking fast and yelled, "Bea, no running, you know that!" To which she dove into the pool and I went in right after her. I being older, and more in shape, was able to quickly catch her and I picked her up and threw her into the deep end of the pool. Bea came up sputtering to laughter all around the pool, including me. I was standing in about four foot of water with my hands on my hips and said, "Payback is not always fun, but in this case it is." I swam to Bea and helped her to the side and jumped from the bottom and lifted her out to allow her to stand on the side of the pool. I then sank back down and jumped again and pulled myself from the pool, shaking water from my body and hair all over Bea. Marsha was just approaching with a towel for Bea and most of it got wet with my jump and shaking. I led Bea to a table, grabbed her a towel, and helped to dry her. She hugged me and said in my mind, 'Bennie, I'm sorry I woke you like that, but it was fun wasn't it?' 'Yes it was, Belinda, my sister. I love you.' 'And I love you, too. Truce?' 'Of course.' We hugged again and broke apart and she finished drying herself and I went back to my lounger. The rest of the afternoon was a little tame compared to that scene. We cleaned up after the kids left and I checked on the progress in the workout room. All the walls were up, and the ceiling tile grid was going in today. The breezeway was all finished and was being taped and floated now. In a couple of days they would be painting in there. The ceiling grid was in, but no tiles installed yet, however the HVAC duct work was installed without the diffuser grates. There was a duct behind the wall in two places on each wall that would shoot air or heat up from along the floor level, neat concept. They still needed to lay the carpet in there. I could see the mounts for the two small twenty-four inch ceiling fans in the breezeway. In the workout room there would be a new ultra quiet exhaust fan over each machine and a thirty-two inch ceiling fan in the center of the room. The shower would have a heater/exhaust fan, with a light. It would take care of the damp air from the shower. Above the sauna door was another exhaust fan, but this one was an in-line fan within the rigid ductwork. It would pull over 200 CFM at low, and almost 300 CFM at high speed, and all with a fairly low sound level. This room had some high tech equipment in it especially for the HVAC. Then all the ceiling ductwork fed a 10" external exhaust fan with a maximum of over 1000 CFM drawing all the damp air out of the room. Plus on top of all that were the A/C – heater vents in the walls, and a couple in the ceiling, away from the machine exhaust fans. We could keep the room cool in summer and toasty in winter. Great, I couldn't wait to start using it more. I was already using a couple of the machines at night after everyone left. I didn't over do myself, but I did need to keep up my exercises. Mom and the girls were starting to get interested in working out too. It looked as though the tenth was doable for a finish date. Just a week away! I fixed supper and told my tale of working with the Army over in Afghanistan. I was hugged and kissed until I thought I would faint from lack of oxygen. Bea did ask me what I would charge Mrs. Sherman, for our services. I told her, "Nothing! I would never accept money from a military family for our services. They give everything for this country, and I would never have the nerve to charge them anything for my work. I don't feel that it would be fair to expect them to give their life for me, if I didn't give back what I could to them, for their sacrifice. They get low pay for a dirty job that very few people want. They are treated like second class citizens, and yet they are all volunteers. They put their whole lives on hold, while they serve. They can't save much or accomplish much while moving around all the time, and never knowing when they will pay the ultimate price for our freedom; yet they volunteer and do that, so that we can be free. Therefore, anytime I can help out a military family, I will do it for free. We need to add that to our website. We'll add that we give a military discount. The discount is free for active duty and disabled veterans, and ten percent of cost for retired or ex-military, as long as it was an honorable discharge." "Wow Ben, I never knew you were so dedicated to this cause. Don't get me wrong, I commend you for this attitude, in fact I applaud it. Make the change tonight, and make sure Mrs. Sherman knows the price she has to pay," said my mother. Brie spoke up then, "Bennie, something has changed in you today. Was it working with those soldiers that made you change? You have never been so high on the military. I know Ken's dad was a guardsman, but it was never something you were so interested in before. That is it, isn't it? You have seen combat, first hand, and now you have changed. Changed for the better, but you have changed. You didn't think twice about what had to be done, you just did it. You had a big hand in taking someone's life today and you are proud of that fact. You have saved lives before with all those girls; but today, you took lives, as well as saved some too. But you are also humble. You said it was all the soldiers that were doing everything; but you were there! You were directing them to where they needed to go, and what they needed to do. I'll even bet you nudged Julian into putting that vest by the bombs so they would make a big explosion and kill all those people. You gave Walter the codes to call on the cell phone, too, didn't you?" "Brie honey, I helped that is all, they were the experts, I just helped where I could, that's all." "Yeah, right, I'll believe that when elephants fly by flapping their ears, and I don't mean Dumbo either." I still professed my innocence, but I really don't think anyone bought it. It was getting late so we all headed for bed. Helen and I make slow, sweet love. As we finished and lay there in the afterglow of our love, she said, "Thank you Benjamin Martin Hamner for being the man I never knew was inside you, but I always hoped you would be. I love you so much." "I love you too, Helen Elizabeth Hamner. You made me the man I am today, so don't think this was all my doing. You have to take some of the credit for my being the way I am. Let's get some sleep. Say goodnight, Gracie." "Goodnight, Gracie." [If you don't understand that last bit you haven't seen any George Burns and Gracie Allen shows. Ah, the pity! They were classics. However as a note of accuracy, Gracie never actually said 'Goodnight Gracie, ' she only said 'Goodnight' but the line is really taken from Rowan & Martin's Laugh In where Rowan says 'Say goodnight Dick' and Dick says, 'Goodnight Dick' at the end of their show. It is another of those lines that were thought to have been said but never were. BR] ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 20 Thursday, Aug 4th, 2011 First thing this morning after breakfast I wrote an e-mail to Mrs. Sherman. I explained that the company gave military discounts for both active duty military, and ex-military personnel. I explained that since I didn't incur any actual costs in finding her husband that her cost was nothing. Our company was just happy that everything turned out so well. Yes, her husband had some medical issues due to dehydration, but otherwise he was fine. I sent that off, and then contacted Hiram. I let him know about the super secret mission he'd been on, and that he had become dehydrated, and needed some hospital time to get back up to tip top shape. He thanked me for saving him. I said, 'Hiram, I was not the person who saved you. That was Walter, Julian and Juan who saved you. I just pointed out where you were and how to get there. The rest was all their doing. Just you make sure they know that they are responsible for your still being here. They are your heroes, not me. I hope that you will explain to your wife the heroics of those three men. I am not to be mentioned at all. Walter had a dream and that is how you were found. 'Now how are you, are you feeling better, no nasty side effects of your capture? You do know that you will have to go to a hospital, either in Germany or the US? You need to be evaluated, before you can come back to your unit. Please take care and try not to get captured, again.' 'Master, I may thank them, but I must thank you, too. Thank you for finding me and allowing Walter to have a dream. That is your contribution to my rescue, and I thank you.' 'Hiram, you will forget that we talked at all. If I need you again I will call on you, but for now forget I even exist. That will make me extremely happy, Hiram. Goodbye, and have a good life.' 'Thank you, Master. Goodbye, and thank you.' Next I checked on Steven O'Dell. He was now in custody, and was being escorted back to Texas by a US Marshal from Houston. I made sure he couldn't remember any exact figures, just round numbers, and only those I let him remember. He was being a good prisoner, and would be so until I let him remember, if I ever did. Samantha called and said that she would be dropping by this evening, with the new list of files. Gloria insisted that she bring it to us, as she had something going on this evening. I wondered if that were true, or she finally decided that she just couldn't cope with me being stronger than her. I told her we would be glad to have her come, and asked if she could make it early enough to eat with us. I thought six-thirty would be a good time. She thought that she could make it, but we needn't bother with anything fancy. I told her I had already started a roast in the crock pot, and there would be plenty. She said she loved roast beef. I said I would make a cream sauce with egg noodles to go with the roast. Samantha loved the idea. Now it was time to wait for the pool party, and then wait for a new list of people to find. Life is pretty good when you're sixteen, and have complete control over anyone you please. I looked in on the work being done in the garage and Mr. Sanchez asked, "Mr. Hamner, do you think that you will be moving the workout machines around, or would you like for us to anchor them to the floor?" "Actually, I hadn't really thought about that. They're heavy enough that they shouldn't move on their own, or would they?" "No, Mr. Hamner; they wouldn't move on their own, ordinarily. Now, if I were to use them, they might move just a bit, but then I'm a lot bigger than you are. No, I just wondered if you wanted them anchored, we could do it real easy, at this point." "Mr. Sanchez, I think having them so we can move them if need be, might be better. I do appreciate the question, though. Does it still look like you'll be done by the eleventh?" "Depending upon the weather, and how well the paint dries, we may even be done by noon on the tenth. But damp weather or rain could hold us up a bit. The seven day forecast says we might get some showers this weekend, but that shouldn't hurt us, unless it stays around after that." "Well, I'll let you get back to work. I just wanted to see how things were coming." "Thank you, Mr. Hamner, we are doing our best. I did notice that you are already using the facilities. I assume that's after we leave in the evening?" "Yes, we have. I hope that we have not erred in doing so?" "Oh no, Mr. Hamner, I'm just glad we are far enough along that you can use the facilities. I hope you don't mind but I would like to take some pictures of the finished work, so we can show other clients what we can do. This is actually our first makeover like this, and it has turned out so nice that we may want to show off a little for other potential clients. That is, with your permission, of course." "First, I say yes. You can take pictures ... of the inside, of course. But haven't you been photographing your work along the way?" "Yes, Sir. We have been taking pictures of the areas where we need inspections, so we can document what was signed off. But they would be for the city inspector's files, and we have a set for our files, too. Also, that only covers during construction. Afterwards, we are unable to take pictures without the owner's permission. That is why I asked if we could take pictures of the finished areas." "I would prefer no outside pictures, except for the rear showing the compressor and the exhaust fan areas. I hope that is alright? We kind of value our privacy, what little we have of it." "Oh no, Mr. Hamner, the inside photos will be more than enough. I must say it has been a pleasure working for you and your family. You have provided for us, a great work place, and great amenities; and you haven't been looking over our shoulders all the time, like some clients do." "Mr. Sanchez, your people are the experts here, not me or our family. Therefore we are not here to second guess you, or get in your way. You have your job to do and so do we. That is the way it should always be, right?" "Yes, Mr. Hamner that is how it always should be. We thank you and your family for your cooperation in making this a very easy build out, for us. I guess I need to get back to work and let you get back to yours." "You and your crew are very welcome. See you later, Mr. Sanchez." I left and went into the kitchen and started lunch: sandwiches, today. I'd made up some tuna salad this morning, after breakfast with Helen, so it would be cold for lunch. I made mine with canned or bagged tuna, chopped celery, onions and olives, some pickle relish and sometimes chopped green onions. I mixed it all up with Miracle Whip and then let it sit in the fridge until it cooled. Then I slathered mayo on fresh bread, and layered the tuna salad on thick. I put the slices together and WOW, add a few potato chips, and you have a great meal. After lunch, I readied the pool area for the onslaught of our pool buddies. Then laid back and enjoyed the scenery and the atmosphere. As the days drew near to time to go back to school, everyone seemed to want to pack as much fun into the days, as possible. I guess knowing it would soon end abruptly, made them want to have as much fun as they could, in the time available. I looked into possible tutors for Math, English and History. I wanted to see if I could get some after hours tutoring so I could test out on certain classes for my junior year. Then when I finish my junior year maybe I can test out on a few more and get my diploma in January year after next, or maybe sooner if I try harder. I had fixed a roast in the crock pot for our supper tonight, as Samantha was coming over to give us a new list of people to find. I had a scalloped potatoes casserole (just sliced potatoes and cheese with milk added), and sweet peas on the side. The meal was well received by Samantha and the rest. We mainly had small talk, you know like asking Sam how she was coping with life here in our small town, how was work coming, was she happy she decided to sign on with us. Next week Karen would be joining her in the office, as her two week notice to her firm was up. Sam said, "Ben, I am extremely happy here, I love the job and what we do. Finding people that have been lost, and in some cases letting families have some closure, is so exciting. Plus, what you did for that Army wife, makes what we do so rewarding. Finding lost and stolen money is great, as that is what keeps our business going; but best of all is the satisfaction that I get, with what this company has done for those poor girls that were kidnapped. That shows the compassion that you have for those less fortunate, or in trouble through no fault of their own. To me, this work is necessary. Still, it is a challenge that keeps me wondering: what's next? In a nutshell, I love working here. Thank you all for this opportunity!" Helen said, "On behalf of the whole company ... and right now, everyone is present ... we thank you for all the hard work and energy that you bring to this company." Mom mentioned that Karen called her today, and told her about the meeting she'd had with her boss, and the boss from the home office in Little Rock. They presented her a package deal if she would reconsider staying. They were offering her a 1.5% raise in salary plus one more week of vacation bringing her up to three whole weeks. Most of her men peers already receive five weeks paid vacation with the same number of years she has with the company. They also added a dental plan that the company paid half of. Even with all of these added perks (as they called them), they were still less than what most men in the company had who had only five years with the company. Karen had over fifteen years with the company. She also had used money from her own pocket, and went back to school to get her CPA, while the company was picking up the majority (90%) of the tab for men who wanted to further their education. This package deal was just a last ditch effort to insult her intelligence, and hope that because she was just a woman, she would jump at the chance and get back in line under their thumb. Karen wanted to tell them that their package deal couldn't even come close to the opening package she was offered by an up and coming company that had only just been formed last month. She did say she would take the offer home, look it over closely, and give them her answer the next day. She had half a mind to sue them for sexual harassment and discrimination in the workplace. She grabbed the paperwork for the offer and went to her desk and printed out her resignation and gathered all her belongings and left the building at her normal quitting time. Her first stop was Gloria's office to file suit against her firm for sexual harassment and sexual discrimination. Gloria was all over this suit and asked what proof Karen had. Karen turned over the offer package and then said that at home she had all her performance reports, all of her awards, certificates of training, diplomas and her work history from day one, including her pay stubs. She also had copied the company pay structure and their benefits packages that were published on their internal website. She also had a friend in HR that let her have a copy of the private 'men only' benefits packages and pay structure. It looked like Gloria had a new mission to lead a lamb to the slaughter. Karen's old company didn't have a clue what was coming or how badly they would be hurt by the insult they gave Karen in that offer. After supper we got down to business and Sam gave me the new list. Here is what I read: James Tyson Hurley – 37, wanted for first degree murder (3 counts), extortion (5 counts totaling $7.2 million), escape from Lewisburg, PA federal prison, kidnapping (2 counts), aggravated assault (8 counts), drug trafficking (7 counts) and unlawful flight to avoid prosecution. Last known location was Lewisburg, PA. James is fluent in Spanish, French and English, has ties to New York, Connecticut, Texas, Mexico and Quebec, Canada. He is highly educated with a MBA and is very business savvy. Reward is $1 million for information directly leading to his arrest. Sarah Jane Cosby – 7, disappeared June 4th, 2006 from outside her home in St Louis, MO. Reward of $100,000 offered for information directly leading to her location. Birth date 5/14/99 would be 12 years old now. Sasha Marie Burke – 17, last seen in Macy's in Cherry Creek Mall, Denver, CO, November 5th, 2009. Reward of $1 million offered for information directly leading to her location. Frederick Stanley Root – 32, heir to an oil industry fortune left his wife, Patricia Ann Root, nee Fendley, and two children, Mark 6 and Breanna 4, in 2005. There has been no contact since he left work on September 15th, 2005. His car has never been found, and it is unknown if any money disappeared with him. No ransom was ever requested, so kidnapping is not a motive. Fred didn't exactly get along well with his bride, as it was an arranged marriage merging two smaller oil families into one much larger one. Reward leading to information on his whereabouts is $1.5 million. Robert Gerald Nelson – 35, deadbeat dad, owes $13,456 in back alimony and child support. Last known address was 2314 Wilkins Ave, Jonesboro, AR in 2009 – Wife Gladys May, 34, son Robert Gerald, Jr. 8. Court appointed reward is 1% of recovered money or 0.01% if located and arrested. Jose Garcia Gonzalez – 28, deadbeat dad, owes $126,734 in back alimony and child support. Last known address 5927 Gourgues Lane, Little Rock, AR in 2008 – Wife Juanita Marie, 32; son Jorge, 16; son Edwardo, 15; daughter Maria, 14; daughter Eleena, 14; son Ramon, 13, son Felipe, 12; daughter Bonita, 11; daughter Esmerelda, 10; son Bartolo, 9; son Luis, 8; daughter Estella, 7; sons Juan and Dose, 6; son Franco, 6, daughter Isabella, 5; daughter Nekana, 4; and son Eberardo 3. Court appointed reward is 1% of recovered money or 0.01% if located and arrested. As I read through the list I had to laugh about the last entry. Here is a guy with 17 kids that is only 28 years old and they expect me to find him. Well yeah, I can probably find him but why? Do they really think he will come back and honor his obligations to his wife and children? He is probably somewhere in Texas, New Mexico or Arizona with a new family by now. He knows how to make kids, but supporting them is beyond his scope of reality. It's a wonder he stayed as long as he had. That one was going to be a problem and I'm not sure we even wanted to pursue it. Now Hurley could be a real problem. He is well educated, speaks three languages and is very smart. He could be anywhere and could be a handful mentally speaking. I would save him for last. The two younger girls should be first, and I needed to see if I could find them. They could both still be alive, however I had my doubts. Once we had the preliminaries out of the way I went upstairs and lay on my bed to concentrate. First I would look for Sarah Cosby. 'Sarah Jane Cosby, from St. Louis, Missouri, hear your master. Speak only in your mind. Do you hear me, Sarah Jane?' I called three times before I heard an answer. 'Yes, Master, I hear you. You seem a very far way away, can you hear me, Master?' 'Yes, I can hear you. Do you know where you are, right now?' 'Yes, Master. I am in a locked room. I do not know where I am other than that. I have been here a long time. I do know that we must be out in the country, somewhere, because there is no sound of cars or trucks like at home. Oh, please, Master, can you help me go home? I miss my family so much. These men are not nice to me, and they make me do such nasty things. I have tried to block out all the things they do to me, but sometimes it isn't enough. Please, Master, help me!' 'I will help you as much as I can, Sarah. I will be back. I have to find out just where you are, so I can get help to you. I will return, shortly.' Wow, I wonder if she has been with these men since being kidnapped in 2006. I scan around looking for other minds near her. I find one so evil and dark I almost fall into the abyss of his mind. I look further and find a simple mind. This mind seems to be of a child, until I glimpse the image it sees in the mirror, when his brother forces him to see what he really is. The image I see has a mis-shapened head, and reminds me of the character Sloth in the movie, 'The Goonies'. The man is huge. He's probably six-six to six-eight, at about three hundred eighty pounds, with the mind of a seven year old. He is Stevie, his brother is Ray. Ray is the smart one. He found the girl they have now. She cooks and cleans for them; and she and Ray go to bed together. But she is not for Stevie, Stevie gets no girls. Ray says when they get ready to kill her then Stevie can get the girl, but not before. Stevie thinks this is a prettier girl than the last one. Ray on the other hand is pure evil. He is the reason for Stevie being the way he is. Ray beat the four year old boy with a baseball bat when the boy tried to take a toy ball away. Ray was six at the time. That was a lesson in: 'no one takes things from Ray'. Stevie grew up big and strong, but due to the beatings by his older brother, he didn't get much past six or seven mentally. Stevie was the muscle and Ray was the brains. Stevie was not much help, either, as all he knew is that they were staying in the country for a while. Ray was so hard to read, and so evil, I felt that I would need SOS pads to get clean just from reading the surface of his mind. I did find out they were in a cabin in the woods outside of Mountain Grove, Missouri off of State Road 95 and County Road 431. Ray was thinking of the supplies he would need to get on Tuesday. He would drive into Mountain Grove and stock up on supplies, once a month. It was almost time to go. He thought that he should get some extra supplies and also try to sell some more videos and pictures of the girl, so he could have some money to get extra supplies to start stocking up for the coming winter. There were lots of customers for the DVD's and CD's of young Sarah Jane. She was a real good provider. She was prettier than the last one, and much easier to work with. That came with getting one so young and training her the way you want her to act. As I said, his mind was a very dirty, evil hell hole. Ray had a satellite dish for TV and internet, and did all his business over the internet. Of course there were several companies he created, so that it was very hard to track him down. When he would go into town he would have fifteen to twenty packages that would be sent by Fed Ex, UPS and the Post Office. Each box contained a DVD or CD, or even sets; but the sizes were not normal for shipping such items. Ray used shredded newspapers and wood chips to cushion the jewel cases in larger boxes, so the items would not normally look like contraband material. It looked like any home business shipping. Of course, each of Ray's boxes netted him about three hundred dollars. He was bringing in between four and six thousand a month, with hardly any expenses. He bought supplies in bulk, and scrounged boxes at the local stores. Ray did have a good business sense, though, and this had netted him a nice tidy sum in a couple of offshore accounts. Also, the kicker to his business is that he got to have sex with young girls. After this winter, this one would be buried out back, along with the five others he had used. This one he had kept much longer because she actually seemed to enjoy all the sex and making the movies. He did feel that he might just have to shoot his brother, and then retire to that beach house in Costa Rica that he had bought several years ago. The winters were starting to get a little hard on him. After all he was turning forty-five and after the rough life in and out of juvie, and then in prison he had taken and given a lot of licks in his time. Finally, he had found this new life about twelve years ago. His cell mate had owned this cabin, and used it as a hideaway when the cops were looking for him, after he had abducted a girl for sex. Ray's cell mate died under mysterious circumstances three days after Ray's release. Nothing ever came back on him, but the warden was pretty sure Ray was behind it. Ray thought more and more about retiring and thought this might be his last trip to town for supplies. He had about a hundred DVD's and another two hundred-fifty CD's full of picture sets of Sara Jane that he could sell. He would see if the market could stand a going out of business sale. That would net him about $90,000, more than enough to retire to his beach house. He would need more boxes, lots more boxes. That would mean several trips to town, maybe even a trip to Cabool. He would definitely have to stop at Norwood on the way in to Mountain Grove. Between the three towns he should be able to get enough boxes for his going out of business sale. I left Ray's mind as he was putting up his sale on his internet sites and mentioning it in the different chat rooms that his clientele frequented. This move by Ray would give me the perfect opportunity to catch him red handed shipping child porn all over. I would contact the Wright County Sheriff and the Texas County Sheriff as well. Since Mountain Grove existed in both counties and Cabool was in Texas County. Technically Ray's operation was solely in Wright County the Wright County Sheriff would have prime jurisdiction, however I thought the FBI and Missouri state police would want in on this too. My biggest problem would actually be Sarah Jane herself. She had been Ray's lover and plaything for over six years now and it was pretty much all she knew. Yes she was not happy with the situation and wanted out, but what damage had been done to her, both physically and mentally? Her mental stability was what concerned me. With sex being a way of life for her for so long could she really go back to being a child after she was rescued? That was the 64 million dollar question. Only time would tell. I stayed in Ray's mind long enough to know his plans for leaving the business, and taking Sarah Jane with him. He had actually grown to love her, in his own twisted way. I went back to Sarah Jane and spoke to her. 'Sarah Jane Cosby, I now know where you are, and I will be setting things up so you can be rescued. It will take a few days to get everything in place. Have patience, for we will be coming for you. Just know help is on the way, and you will be free soon. I must go now to arrange things for your rescue.' 'Oh, thank you, Master! I will look forward to you rescuing me, thank you so much, Master!' I came back to myself, and immediately went looking for Sasha to see if she was in immediate danger. 'Sasha Marie Burke, do you hear me? Speak only in your mind to me. Think of me, and talk to me, only with your thoughts.' 'Master! Oh, Master, help me. I am trapped in some Arab guy's harem! I want to go home! Can you help me?' 'I can try to help you. Are you in danger this moment, or about to be in danger, soon?' 'No, Master. I am treated fairly well, but I hate the Arab guy, and some of his women are not very nice to me.' 'Sasha, I do have another girl who is in very great danger. I must help her, first, but I will return to you.' 'Oh, thank you, Master! I will wait for your return.' I got up and sat at my desk and wrote down all the plans that Ray was mulling over in his mind. I wrote down the names of the County Sheriffs, and that I thought that the state police and the FBI might want to get involved. Once I had Ray's itinerary and possible schedule. I also wrote down Ray's name and his brother's as well: they were Raymond Claire Hanson, and Steven Howard Hanson. Both had been born in the Chicago neighborhood of South Chicago. I came downstairs, and handed Samantha the information about Sarah Jane and Ray. I also had added that Sasha was in an Arabian harem. Where, exactly I didn't know, right now. I would find out soon after Sarah Jane was rescued. I explained the problems I thought we might encounter with the rescue and that I needed to be kept informed so I could try to make it an easy takedown of Ray and Stevie. Apparently Gloria had explained about my needing to be kept abreast of the situation to lessen the consequences of capture, as Sam said she would keep me up to date. ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 21 Friday, Aug 5th, 2011 I attempted to try to find out just where Sasha Burke was located. I tried reading the mind of several of the harem girls and none knew where exactly they were. They knew they were in a Muslim country, and the nearest town was called Al Qua'a. Other than that no one knew anything. Even the head wife was captured by raiders as her family was Bedouins, who traveled the deserts in caravans moving from one watering hole to another, trading goods. She remembered, as a child, that her father said he'd been born near Al-kharj, but she didn't know where that was. Most of the ladies in the harem were uneducated, and kept that way. I looked up both names. Al-kharj was in Saudi Arabia, and Al Qua'a was in the United Arab Emirates. The cities were over four hundred miles apart, as the crow flies. Sasha was treated semi badly by most of the other women in the harem, only because she was the new girl. She had arrived only three months before. She had been like Victoria, however, as she had been transported from the states by Charles Bertrum about seven months ago. Other than getting all the shit jobs in the harem, Sasha was not really treated all that badly. She had not yet met her new husband, as she was being trained by the head wife for her role in the household. Of course being blond, blue-eyed and beautiful didn't help her plight much, either. I didn't think this would be someone we could rescue, but I would try. Her owner was named Abu Marid Halim al-Jameel ibn Abdu al-Aziz ibn Nidaal al-mi'ri, or a translated meaning Father of Marid (the rebellious), Halim (the mild), son of Jameel (the handsome), son of (grandfather's name) Abdu al-Aziz (the magnificent), the Egyptian, or Halim Aziz. Yeah, I know, very confusing. It took some research to be able to understand all the names, what they meant, and how he would be addressed. Of course, this would not help much for being able to return Sasha to her parents. All I could do was provide Samantha with the information, and let them know she was not really being mistreated. How someone would proceed from there, would be a nightmare. It would require the US State Department to get involved, and with so much red tape that it might not be worth the effort. Besides, I'm not sure the reward would be collectable, if they couldn't rescue Sasha ... not that that part entered into the scheme of things, but we would ask. I called the office, since last night Samantha said that she was now working there. Gloria had a new client: our new CFO. I gave her all the information I knew about Sasha, and the problems I thought we might face. She was going to contact the family and the US State Department, to let them know what we had been able to dig up. She said she would handle it, from there. She did ask if I had found any others, yet. I said I'd had a real hard time finding any information about Sasha, and that had taken up all my time this morning. I would try to see what I could do this afternoon, or tonight. I fixed lunch for the three of us. Then it was time for the pool party people to begin showing up, so I was busy getting things ready for that. The next person I should look for was James Hurley, the guy on the FBI most wanted list. I really didn't want to concentrate on him, until I could be alone, and not have to watch the antics of the pool bunch. I would save him for later this evening, or early tomorrow morning. As far Jose Gonzales was concerned, I could understand his reasoning for leaving. Here is a guy, twenty-eight years old, and he has seventeen children. Unless he was as wealthy as Fred Root, there is no way he could afford to feed and clothe seventeen kids and a wife. So, naturally, they were all on welfare. Besides, it was very possible that I might never find him, anyway. It would be like trying to find a specific 'John Smith', in the USA. The gang showed up, and it was controlled chaos for about four hours. My sisters did me the honor of rubbing me down with sunscreen, today, and I got teased by everyone. We did have a swimming contest with Ken, Gary, and me. The contest was to see who could swim the fastest for two laps and then after that, who could swim the longest time. Gary beat me at the fastest laps, but I beat both of them for the longest swim. I went six laps of the pool and Gary did five and a half before he gave up and Ken did five laps. Needless to say, all three of us were done in at the end of our cool down laps. Each of us did about two really slow laps when we were done with the race. When we finally climbed out of the pool, and lay down on chaise lounges, all the girls fussed over us like each of us had won. It was quite nice to be fussed over, and we got rubbed down to help our muscles not cramp up on us. While I was resting from the races, I did do a little looking for Frederick Root. 'Frederick Stanley Root of Houston, Texas, your Master is calling you. Answer only in your mind; do not alarm those around you. Do you hear me Slave?' Nothing! That was weird. I called two more times, and then I ramped up the power and tried again. 'FREDERICK STANLEY ROOT OF HOUSTON, TEXAS. The Frederick Root, who left his wife and children in 2005. Hear me, and answer me only in your mind. 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'Are you where we can talk at length, and not arouse notice?' 'No, Master. I am in a meeting, and need to concentrate.' 'I will contact you later this evening. Speak to no one about this conversation, understand, Slave?' 'Yes, Master, but can you call me Harold, now.' 'Until later, then, Harold.' Well, at least he was still alive and acting like an executive. Huh, I wonder what that is all about. Time will tell. At last it was time for everyone to go home. I started my chores of clean up, and had some willing helpers of Bea, Brie and Marsha today. Soon I was making supper for us, and soon Mom would be home. I'd have to wait and see if Mom was in an amorous mood, tonight. The other night was nice, but Monday night was a bit much for me, even as young and fit as I am. Let's face facts: even a youngster can only come so often, in such a short time. I mean ... it was like; at least five times, in just over three hours. But then, too, it may have been more times than five. That night is still a little hazy in my mind. All I really remember was that Helen was completely insatiable, that night. Mom came home in a real good mood. After supper, I went upstairs to see if I could contact Fred Root. He had said he was in a meeting earlier and couldn't be disturbed; well, he shouldn't be in a meeting, now. It was after seven our time. 'Frederick Stanley Root of Houston, Texas, your Master is calling you again! Answer only in your mind; do not alarm those around you. Do you hear me, Slave?' 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'Are you alone, Slave?' 'Yes, Master.' 'First, where are you? Secondly what are you doing in meetings that you can't be disturbed by me? And third why must I call you Harold?' 'Master, I am in Cherry Grove, Alberta, Canada. I have a job with Suncor Energy. We are starting an oil sands project, here at the Cold Lake Oil Sands reserve. This mine will be much like the Suncor Mine up near Fort McMurray, north of here. What do you need of me, Master?' 'Why did you abandon your wife and children in Houston? Aren't you afraid of being discovered there, and being brought back to Houston for abandonment?' 'No, Master, I changed my name back to my real given name. I am Harold Thomas Brunner. That is the name on all of the diploma's I have. I changed my name as a part of the arrangement of my marriage. The real Frederick Root died before he could wed Patty. His family had me take the man's place, so they could continue with the merger. No one in the Fendley family had ever met Fred. He was my boss when I worked for the Root Oil Company. His mother, Madeline, wanted to merge with Sherman Oaks Oil, to make a bigger company, which she wanted to control. It backfired on her. Last I heard, she died of cancer in '06. Teddy Fendley's son, Sam, was killed in an auto accident in '02; so he had to marry off his daughter, Patty. When Teddy died, early in '05, the power reverted back to Patty ... well, actually, to me. Patricia was the majority stockholder, and I was the figurehead president and CEO. 'I didn't want anything to do with that mess, so I just up and left. I went back to my original name, which no one in the new company knew. I left with my savings, and some money Madeline left me, and drifted around for a while. I heard about Suncor, and thought I could work for them. So, I sent them a resume, and here I am. I'm now Vice President in charge of gas and oil production for the Cold Lake Oil Sands project for Suncor. 'I love it up here, Master. Do I have to go back down there and put up with Patty bitching at me all the time? She never loved me. The only reason she has two kids, is that she used my sperm and was inseminated by a doctor. We never had sex, and she always bitched at me because I couldn't get it up for her. Tell me, Master, how can you get ready to make love to someone when you can see the loathing in her face and mannerisms? Well, I never could. She decided I was impotent, and had a nurse harvest my sperm. What she didn't know was that I and that nurse had a lot of fun harvesting my sperm from our used condoms. Are you here to make me go back to that life?' 'Harold, I am surprised I even found you at all, what with the name change and all. I will see if I can just say you died in 2006, and we can leave it at that.' 'Can you tell them that I died from a stress induced heart attack, while trying to run away from some muggers in ... say, in LA.? I had no ID, so I would have been just a John Doe to them. Do you think that would work, Master?' 'I believe I could sell that to the family, Harry. Have a good life, and stay under the radar. I would hate to have you show up after ten or fifteen years.' 'Master, I had plastic surgery done on my face in California, while I was drifting around. Even my own mother wouldn't recognize me; but, thanks for thinking about that. It shows that you are a kind and considerate Master. If you ever need me, just say so. I'll help if I can, and thanks.' 'Harry, have a good life ... oh, are you married, now?' 'Yes, Master. I found a really good woman up here. We have a couple of kids of our own, now. I thank my lucky stars I found her, too. She is such a joy, my Annie ... and so are Sean and Regina.' 'My best to you and your family. If need be, I will contact you again, but I doubt I will need to. Goodbye, Harry.' 'Goodbye, Master.' I decided that this was just between Harry and me. I would say he was mistaken as a street person and killed by muggers in Los Angeles in 2006. No one knew who he was, he'd had no ID, and he had been disfigured from the attack. They had put him down as a John Doe. During the investigation, his fingerprints were never matched (which is not uncommon for a lot of people). Another one to write off the list, but I think we can still try to collect the reward. I can just say he was buried, and after six months of trying to find his identity, the police gave up. Soon, it was bedtime for us all. After tucking in Bea and Brie, Helen and I went to our room for the night. Once in bed, Helen and I cuddled and then made sweet love to each other. I devoured my lover with kisses meant to arouse the lust within her. I must have spent at least a half hour at the juncture of her thighs. She was very relaxed when she finally tugged my hair to move up her body. I moved up, licking and blowing my way up her torso, finally kissing her lips as I planted my rod inside her. As I sank into her depths, she arched her body in orgasm. I continued my slow movements, drilling her depths with my shaft. I felt myself beginning to enter my last phase of love making, and speeded up my strokes. Shortly, it was over. I plowed to the end of her furrow, and released my seed into her non-fertile womb, wishing that there was some way to reverse that hasty decision that was made so many years ago. Saturday, Aug 6th, 2011 I wish I could wake up every morning the way I woke up this morning. I awoke with a feeling of oneness with the world around me, and with a mouth softly sucking on my burgeoning dick. It was a gently sucking motion that woke me slowly, allowing my dreams to come true. Once awake, I pulled my mother up to me, and kissed her good morning. Then I rolled her over, and paid homage to her 'fountain of youth' at the juncture of her thighs. Soon I was the one being pulled up, and we made love in the morning. Of course, what started out as sweet love making, turned into wild animal lust. Before long we had finished, together, as a sweaty mess on the bed. Then it was shower time. After breakfast, I needed to lie down and concentrate on our fugitive from justice, Mr. Hurley. After a lovely breakfast of orange Danish (from a tube) and milk, I went back upstairs to my room. I lay down to concentrate on Mr. Hurley. 'James Tyson Hurley, hear your Master calling you. Answer me only in your mind, do not disturb others and speak only to me in your mind. Do you understand me, Slave?' 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'I know who you are, and what you have done. What is your present location and what name are you using at this time?' 'Master, I am in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada. I am using the name of Jacqueline La Fleur.' 'How is it that you are using a woman's name, James?' 'I had a sex change operation in Sweden. I am now teaching French and economics at the University of Regina, here. What do you wish of me, Master?' 'James, you are going to have to be returned to the US for trial and prosecution for the crimes you have committed in the past.' 'Master, since the sex change, I have become a different person. I no longer am driven by the voices in my head, to do the things I did, before. I am trying to lead a new life, but you are right. I must pay for my earlier transgressions. What must I do, Master?' 'First, James ... or should I call you Jacqueline?' "For you, Master, I will answer to either.' 'Then, James, I will make arrangements for you to be arrested by the Regina Police Service. You will probably be turned over to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police for extradition to the US. I command you to be cooperative with the police, and do not attempt to flee. If you do I will find you, and I will punish you severely. I sent to his mind a small sample of the anguish and pain I could cause him, much like I sent to Paul Longstreet. 'Please, Master, I will do as you command! Please do not punish me more, I beg of you.' 'Good, we understand each other, now. Until you are arrested, you will continue with your present life and you will not attempt to resist the arrest. Now for the big thing. Where is all the money that you extorted from your victims? Where have you stashed all the money, and how much do you have left?' 'Master, I have about five million in a Swiss bank account, and a little over two hundred thousand here in the Conexus Credit Union. I also have about two million in an account in the Caymans. I can give you the exact figures once I get home, and access my accounts. Must I give up all the money, Master?' 'James, I will contact you again, later, for the account numbers and passwords to those accounts. I will leave you with a portion of your money in your credit union account, so that you can survive until your arrest. The rest of the money will be transferred to an account that will be controlled by me until your trial's conclusion so that restitution can be made.' 'Yes, Master, that is as it should be.' 'We will speak again, James.' 'Yes, Master.' How about that, James had a sex change and somehow it mellowed him. He was actually giving back to society. Yeah he was very smart, he was well educated, and I suppose he had someone do some wonderful paper for diplomas and transcripts. He probably used his existing ones and had the names changed. But things like that could be accomplished in Europe quite easily, for the right incentive: like money, or your life. For all I knew, he may have even done the work himself. Where he was, there was little chance that he was scamming someone or even extorting money. It made me wonder if Ray Hanson could do with a sex change, and made to be a whore in some sleazy brothel, somewhere. I wrote down all the information down on Mr. Hurley, or should I say Ms. La Fleur? I would send it on to Samantha, on Monday. Well, only two left to find on this list, and maybe only one list more until school started. It was getting on toward lunch time, and time to get ready for the pool party. I went out back to get things ready for the gang. It would be hot again, today. But, if the weatherman was right, we should get some late afternoon or early evening thundershowers. We would have to watch the weather this afternoon. Things went fine for a while, but at three, a big storm came rushing in. We had to quit for the day, and send everyone home. I decided to use the extra time and see if I could find Mr. Robert G. Nelson, the deadbeat dad. 'Robert Gerald Nelson of Jonesboro, Arkansas. Hear your Master and answer me only in your mind.' 'Yes, Master, what do you wish of me?' 'Robert, you have been a naughty boy. You left a wife and son behind in Jonesboro. Where are you now, and what name are you using?' 'Master, I am in Decatur, Illinois. My real name is Robert Jerold Neilson. I used a different spelling of my name when I married Gladys May.' 'How long has this been going on, Robert?' 'I first met Gloria, here in Decatur, where I grew up. I married her thirteen years ago. Then about three years later I met Gladys May, while working in Jonesboro. I fell in love all over again, and I married her. I explained to both my wives that I traveled a lot with my business, and therefore would only be home every other week. This worked perfectly, until Gladys didn't want any more children. I love kids, Master, so I started staying longer with my first wife: Gloria. Finally, I had had enough. I just left Jonesboro, and no longer went back there for business. That was two years ago. I have settled down, and I stay at home, now. This is mainly because I got a promotion, and don't need to travel so much.' 'Robert, you need to go ahead and file for divorce from Gladys, before too much gets said. But, I really think you have done too much to have this work out cleanly. You and both of your families are going to suffer for this. I'm sure that you feel remorse for all that you have done, but this will get out. You have to tell both your wives the full story. Start at the beginning, and go from there. Don't try to hide anything, including your third wife ... or is she just a mistress, Robert?' 'Oh, ugh ... you know about Joyce, too?' 'Robert, I know everything. You have made one mell of a hess, haven't you, Robert. Now comes the time to come clean, confess all your sins, and ask ... no ... beg for forgiveness for all of your transgressions. I will leave you Robert with but one command. You will tell all of your families everything. Confess, and I will leave you alone. Try to run from me, and I will find you, and you will not like the consequences. Do you understand, SLAVE?' I pictured in my mind my most horrific monster image. This figure was Death, in a black robe, skeletal fingers holding a bloody scythe with fresh blood dripping from the end of the blade. Two glowing red coals for eyes looked out from inside the cowl of the robe, and a hysterical laugh with a very basso timbre completed the picture. And then the voice said, "Are you to be my next victim, Robert? I will have to make a special place for someone like you." Then the hysterical laugh again. This is what I sent to Robert Neilson's mind. 'Master, please do not send me to that thing! I will confess my sins to my families! I will await my punishment for my loose morals. If I do that, Master, will I avoid the image I saw before? Will I be spared that afterlife?' 'It all depends on you, Robert. The choice is yours alone to make. I will check back with you later, to see what you decide. Until then, Slave, you need to behave yourself.' 'Yes, Master! I will start tonight! I will tell my family here everything. Thank you, Master, for allowing me this way to atone for my evil deeds. I will not let you down, Master.' I glanced at my clock and it was almost supper time. I needed to get a move on to have supper ready when Mom came home. I had some leftover shepherd's pie from the other night that I could warm up in the oven. I quickly ran downstairs. I put the casserole in the oven after adding some beef stock and butter to the pan. I then hurriedly mixed up some powdered mashed potatoes. I added them to the top of the casserole, after they set up. I called the girls in from the parlor to set the table for me, as I got washed up. I explained my location hunting today, and said that the last one on the list may take a while, but we were doing well on our finds. Our company was getting some good press as a result of some of the people we had found, and the money returned to businesses. Nothing was ever mentioned in the press about the girls I saved from slavery; but then, I really didn't want anyone to know about that, anyway. I could just see some hit man coming to look for me because of that little escapade. Tuesday, Aug 16th, 2011 We started back to school today; and, wow, what a reception. By lunch time I had more girls wanting to hang around me than even knew I existed, last May. I have grown taller again, by an inch, so now I am six-two and weigh 200 pounds. Working out every night, has toned my body, much like the typical 'six-pack abs' muscled guys you see on the commercials for Bowflex and other exercise equipment. Even Victoria Sterling has been giving me the eye. Who knew looking like a hunk would bring me all this added attention. Well, our Florida trip should have told me something; plus, the pool bunch fussing over me, too. But, I thought I would be fairly unrecognizable, at school. Well, in a way, I was. People kept asking me if I was a new student transfer from some other school. Some, even after hearing my name, didn't recognize me from last year. I talked with my guidance counselor, and let him know that I wanted to try to advance. I wanted to see if I could get tutors for some of my advanced classes, so that I could test out on some subjects. With my grades from last year, he thought I shouldn't have a real problem. He would see about setting something up, for a schedule of what I needed, and how it could be achieved to graduate a year early. One good thing to come out of the past two weeks, was that Ray & Stevie Hanson had been captured, and Sarah Jane had been reunited with her family. She was going to need some heavy therapy before she could be allowed back into a regular life. She had missed so much school that her parents enrolled her into a private school, which was set up for abused children. She had already approached her father for sex, and been rejected, so things are going to be tough for her. Over the past two weeks, I have been able to contact twenty-seven men named Jose Garcia Gonzalez. However, none of them are the one I want. Several of them were run-away fathers, but none were who I wanted. I'm not sure I will ever find him, but I will keep trying. The Mounties will be sending Jacqueline La Fleur back to the US to stand trial in Third Circuit, Federal Court in Philadelphia, PA. She is being very cooperative with the police. I hope that continues. When I last talked to Robert Neilson, he had confessed his crimes of bigamy to his wives and girlfriend, and was now in custody of the Illinois state police awaiting trial. I'm not sure how this will all work out, as there are three states involved, Arkansas, Illinois and Kentucky. The Fred Root case is still pending, and will be for a while. We are still waiting on reward money from several cases, including the Dumont & Williams case. The State Department is trying to negotiate extradition from Tahiti to the US for their trial. So, many things are going on, and much of it takes a lot of time, due to the backup of cases in the court system. Some of this may drag on until next year, or even the year after. Thank goodness most of the rewards are for capture, or information leading to capture; and are not contingent upon a trial, or the trial's outcome. Wednesday, Jan 11th, 2012 Boy, oh boy! What a whirlwind first semester for my junior year has become! I am taking a load of subjects, being tutored in two more, and am trying to test out on some math and science courses. Our company is only about six months old now; but then there are several other good companies out there competing with us. I learned the other day that there are only two companies in the US that have exceptional records for finding lost people and/or objects. There is our company 'Hamner Locators, LLC' and 'Finders, ' in Las Vegas. That company has a David Malcolm, who works most of their cases. Someday I will have to meet this David and see if he and I have somewhat the same kind of luck. Maybe he has a friend like James Earl Jonas helping him, as well. James has said his people are spread all over the multiverse. With my schedule, I'm not sure where I will be in a couple of years. But people still go missing, people keep stealing from companies, and I can still find them. I finally did find my Jose Gonzalez. He was in jail, in Guatemala. He had been beaten half to death by a drug cartel. He was barely alive when I finally found him. He has since died due to his injuries, but at least his wife and children now know what happened to him. I have been getting the strangest feeling that I am being watched. But when I scan, I can't find a mind that is occupied with me that is close. I can't really understand what is going on. Off to school again, tomorrow. ------- Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 22 Tuesday, Jan 24th, 2012 I woke up this morning with a feeling of dread in my mind. Someone or something is definitely after me. I can feel the hatred and vileness emanating from a mind fairly close to me. I can feel that this mind is about twenty-five miles away, but coming closer. By using the time and distance covered, I assume he, she, or it, is in some kind of motor vehicle. Because of the foulness of the mind I dare not intrude for fear of the mind recognizing my presence. From sneaking around the edges of this mind I find that the person is driving a van of some sort and he is approaching the southern outskirts of Camden, Arkansas on State Road 7. I look for a mind close to this one and can find other people close to the other vehicle and can see it is a non-descript van with a plumbing company logo on the back part of the van. This is a van with no windows except front and rear, so I cannot see what is inside. The only way of knowing what is inside, is if I connect with the evil mind driving it. I finally get a glimpse of the driver and see it is a man and looks to be possibly Eastern European. What I can't understand, is why I am picking up this mind. Normally I have to know a name for me to contact a mind, but this one is different. Once I have a mind, I can scan around to find others. But this one just suddenly came to me unbidden this morning. Why should this mind be different? What is this all about? 'James, can you tell me why I am being made aware of the evil mind that I feel this morning? 'Ben, I have no idea of why this other mind is being felt by you. Let me see if I can connect with this mind and see what the trouble is. If I feel the mind trying to connect with me instead of the other way around then I will immediately leave it. I will try to not leave any trail back to me.' 'Thank you, James, but be careful. This mind is very powerful and very evil.' 'I will be very careful, Ben.' I anxiously wait for James to tell me anything he can about this evil that is coming closer. 'Ben, I have very bad news for you. This man is coming to kill you. I believe that he has been hired by the group that you thwarted from the kidnapping of young girls, going to the Middle East. He doesn't know who hired him, just that he is to avenge their wrath against you. He is a very well known assassin in Europe, and has always been able to escape the clutches of the law. He is one of Interpol's top five wanted men, and is a most vicious criminal. You need to be very careful and seek help in protecting yourself and your family. This man is very dangerous. Be very alert, and careful, Ben.' 'Thank you, James. I need to think on this, before I do anything.' Boy, what a mess I'm in now! I have a professional hit man after me for my stopping all those girls going to the Middle East, to become slaves. But how did they find out it was me? Somewhere or somehow they must have found out about our company helping the girls and ... Oh My God! Samantha is in danger! I need to contact Samantha right away. I tried to phone Sam, and there was no answer at her home. I tried the office, and no answer there, either. I looked for Sam and found her driving to work. I didn't know her cell phone number, so I called to her. 'Samantha Victoria Mason! Hear me, and speak to me in your mind only. Do not be afraid. I am your Master, and I will not harm you, but you need to go back home. Better yet, call the Hamner household, and tell them that you have to go back home to Waco for a family emergency. But, you must leave El Dorado, immediately. Your very life may depend on you leaving, now.' 'Master, what is wrong? How am I in danger? I have done nothing that would endanger me! Why must I go?' 'Samantha, someone is coming to harm the Hamners. You need to be far away, before you are harmed, as well. Go, now, but drive west or south to evade the danger.' 'Yes, Master, I will drive west on US-82 and go home. I will see if I can get a flight from Magnolia and fly home.' 'That is a very good plan, Samantha. I will contact you when it is safe to go back to El Dorado. Drive safely, Samantha. I will talk to you again.' 'Thank you, Master. Will you protect the Hamner family? I have grown very fond of young Ben and the girls. They make me feel as though I am a part of their family when I am with them. I do not want any harm to come to them. Please protect them, Master.' 'I will do my very best, Samantha. Now go. Be safe. You will forget about me contacting you, do you understand?' 'Yes, Master, I will forget about you contacting me ... but please, help the Hamners! They are good people.' 'Yes, Samantha, I will protect your second family.' I never knew Sam felt that way about our family. Anyway, how am I to fight this assassin? What tools do I have to fight him, and to save our family? Well, I have mind control, telepathy, some psychokinesis, empathy, auric sight and psychometry, but how is that to help me. I really don't think I could implant any fear into this individual's mind, as I did the Longstreet's. I didn't think this guy was afraid of anything; although I had heard that everyone has some secret fear deep inside them that is almost never revealed, even to themselves. But to determine that fear, I would have to immerse myself into that cesspool of a mind, and dig around to find the one thing that would frighten him. Maybe I could shut off the blood supply to his brain, by squeezing on his jugular arteries to close them, or something. I had to try to save my family. Yes, I was bigger and maybe stronger that this assassin; but he would know probably a hundred ways to kill me with his bare hands that I could not even guess at. That meant that I would have to take him down at a distance. Okay, then! First, protect my family! 'Mom, pick up the girls at school. Tell them they have doctor's appointments or something, but get them away from here ... go to the mall. Wait until it opens, and lose yourselves in the mall. If need be, drive east on US 82. Just get as far away from here as possible. Someone is coming to kill us, and I need you out of the way.' 'But, Ben, I'm not leaving you here to fight this alone. I can't let you do this. I'll take the girls to Gloria, and come home to you.' 'Helen, sweetheart, you have to leave and take the girls with you. This guy is a professional assassin. He is here to kill us. I have already sent Sam heading west, so you three go east. I have not yet left for school, and I will stay here on my home ground. He doesn't know this place like I do. I can't fight him up close; but I can, from a distance. But I need to know you three are safe! Please, do as I ask. I will make it an order, if I must. You know what will happen, then, right?' 'Yes, Son, I will obey. You will not have to worry about me trying to come back to help you. I'll pick up the girls and leave, but you let me know when this is over. Ben, do what you have to do; but remember, I ... no ... WE love you very much! You be extra careful so we can be together again. That is my order, to you.' 'Yes, Mother, and I love you, too. Don't over worry the girls, either. I'll be fine. I know I can take this guy. He has a mind, and you know what I can do to other people's minds. Goodbye, for now.' I broke the connection, then, as I really didn't want Helen to see the turmoil in my own mind. I knew I couldn't do anything until he stopped driving as I didn't want anyone else hurt, besides him. So, I waited. I did make myself comfortable, inside one of the hidden walkways inside the house. I also was able to get my father's M1911.45 caliber automatic, as well. I've always loved that gun. I had hidden it in this walkway, before he had left. Then I had kept it in my closet. I knew how to use it, and I was pretty accurate with it, too. I figured that he would go to my school first, but he may not. He may just want to look around our house, or business, getting the lay of the land and everything. I would just have to wait until he stopped. I sat and waited for at least another ten minutes, but it seemed so much longer. Finally, he was stopped. He was at my school. Mom and the girls had left about two minutes ago, so they were safe. I figured it was now or never. I entered his body, and clamped down on the jugular artery, leading to his brain. He tried to shake off the lethargy he was starting to feel. He had been driving all night and it was now almost nine in the morning. He had taken some pills, and an energy drink; back in Arkadelphia, when he had stopped for gas. He shouldn't be feeling this tired, so soon. Sure, he'd left Dayton, Ohio, last night at nine; but he had rested for two days there, after driving in from Toronto. He had needed that long to steal the van, and get all the weapons and tools needed for this job together, from all the hiding places his employers had set up for him, in and around Dayton. Of course, he had his own criminal contacts. They had also provided him with some of his 'tools of the trade. ' Soon, he was getting very tired. He could not fathom how this was happening. Once he was at a point that his brain was now starving for fresh, oxygen rich blood I entered his mind and took over. 'I don't know who you are. I'm not really sure that even you know, after all these years of running from the authorities, and your enemies. But, I have some news for you. Your life is nearly over. You have about five minutes of life left. I want to know who sent you to kill the Hamners. If you give me the names of your contacts, I will kill you quickly. If you do not, then you may live for many hours in excruciating pain. Give me your answer, now, or die a thousand deaths.' 'Who are you to tell me what I must do, or die? You are in my mind, just a figment of my tired imagination. Why should I believe you?' 'Because I am your, Master, and you are my slave. You are someone that I can snuff out with but a thought. I can also torture you beyond any of your wildest dreams. I own you, you are mine to play with, or to let free. Now answer me, you disgusting slave!' I found one of the tiny veins in his brain and I squeezed it until it burst. It appeared that an explosion occurred inside his mind. 'Now do you believe me, SLAVE? I told you who I was. Now, tell me your employer and I will let you die quietly. Disobey me and I will make your remaining moments on this earth a true and living hell.' I sent to him the picture of the image of death that I had pictured from my favorite author's Discworld® series of books. I felt a cringe within his mind and body. I was allowing some blood to enter his brain, but had slowed the flow so that he remained groggy. 'All I can tell you, Master, is the name and e-mail address. That's all I got. That is how I'm usually contacted. The name is Natasha and the address is nb1267 at yahoo dot com. That is who sent me the contract.' 'Is there a codeword that you have to send, or call, to say that the job is done?' 'I'm to send the message 'Package received and enjoyed. Send Papa my love.' I am supposed to send that when the job is completed. I will then receive a wire transfer in my account for the rest of my money. That is all.' 'Then I will need your accounts and passwords so that I may obtain your fee for a job well done. I also need your e-mail addresses, as well. Tell them to me now, and I will give you a quick death. Lie, and I will know, and you will live a long and unpleasant time.' He told me the names and numbers, and I cut the flow of blood to his brain. He died sitting there in the van by the school. I contacted Samantha, again, and told her all was well. She could come back to El Dorado, now. I also called Helen and let her know we were safe again. The assassin business must be quite lucrative. When I had finished transferring all of his money from his accounts, as well as his safe deposit boxes all over the world, our Cayman account grew so much I had to open another one. We gained almost a billion dollars, by the time I was through. The contents of his safe deposit boxes were a little harder to obtain; but, after a month of flying all over the world, by the first part of July, I had emptied them all. The police saw the suspicious van near the school, and investigated. They found Boris Baddinov (well according to his driver's license, anyway) dead of an apparent brain aneurism or heart attack. What they found most interesting though, was all the weapons, medicines and poisons that were inside the stolen van. They assumed that he was a child molester who had died unexpectedly, and gave no further thought to him. He was scum, and not worth the bother. Things settled down. I'm sure that whoever hired Mr. Boris Baddinov was happy that the job was done. However, Hamner Locaters, LLC, was still in business; just not as it was, before. The company was bought out, upon the death of the owning family, by a company called JEJ Ring, LLC. I liked the name, and the JEJ stood for James Earl Jonas, the voice of the ring. I thought it was quite apropos, myself. That is my life, so far. Lots of love from my family; and even respect and love, of a sort, from my constant companion: James Earl Jonas. I have found a way to use the ring, and yet not go insane, as many of the previous owners had. I am not keeping a journal like the others. I have been talking with James about this, and I think that when I want to give this life up, I will try to free him from his self imposed imprisonment in the stone. I want him to be free to roam the universe, and find new adventures. He has matured, now, as well as I. Edited by albatrs89 & Max41885 Final edit by an 'anonymous friend' Proofing by prissy_35503 ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-02-28 Last Modified: 2012-04-19 / 08:46:05 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------