The ‘den’ Triplets
by: E Walk
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Chapter 5  

The In-Laws Are Coming

After I watched Todd go up the stairs, I was sitting at the dining room table with the three boys around me.  I opened my laptop and was starting to work on the paperwork that I needed to take care of for the clients whom I would be seeing tomorrow.  I was thinking, ‘I need to get one of those recording devices that the doctor’s use to record the results of their examination and let my new help take it from there.’

I was about ready to close up shop when the phone rang.  I looked at it and tried to figure out who would be calling at 9:30 on a Thursday evening.  I looked at the called I.D. and it was Jill’s parents.

I answered, “This is Mike Naylor.”

Dad Majors spoke, “Mike, would you have a problem if we came and spent the weekend with you and the boys?  We're going to spoil them since they’re the only grandchildren we will every have.  Besides, you will probably need to have some quiet time.”

“Dad, I think it’s great that you are coming.  When will you be here?”

“We thought we would leave so we arrived there about nine o’clock.  That way you won’t have to feed us until Saturday.  We are planning to leave Sunday after dinner since we both have a full schedule on Monday.”

“Dad, we will be looking forward to your arrival.  See you tomorrow night.”

I hung up and when I turned around Todd was standing there in a robe.  “Mike, who is coming tomorrow night?”

“Jill’s parents are coming to spend the weekend.  They’ll be here for two nights.”

Todd looked concerned, “Where are they going to sleep?  Do you want me to move out while they’re here?”

“Todd, of course I don’t want you to move out.  They need to accept that you are a live-in nurse for the boys.  They can sleep in my room and I can sleep on the sofa in the boys’ room.”

Todd smirked, “I guess it would be presumptuous for me to suggest that you sleep in my room with me.  I promise, I won’t molest you. I’ll even wear a jock strap and pair of sweat pants to bed, so I can’t do you any bodily harm.  Of course, you have to promise me that you will do likewise.”

“Todd, look at me, I’m an old man with three boys to support.  Why would anyone want to take advantage of my body?  I’ll probably never have time to exercise again.  I’ll probably get fat and flabby, because I’ll either be working or taking care of my three sons.”

Todd did it again, he came and put his arms around me, “Mikey, you are not old; you are an extremely handsome man.  Many men and women would give there eyeteeth to be seen with anyone as handsome as you.  There are a great many men out there who would love to take you to bed and make you happy.”

“We’ll just have to make sure that we find time to take care of our bodies so we don’t get fat and flabby.  You heard David and Jeff volunteer to take care of the boys if we ever needed them.  Now get your bottom upstairs and take a shower while the boys are still sleeping.  Here, take Kaden.  I’ll bring the other two boys up while you are getting ready for bed.”

I took Kaden and put him in his bed and went to do as I was told. ‘Why is everyone always telling me what to do?’

I was just about finished with my shower when Todd stuck his head in the bathroom door, “Mike, there is a Mr. Shoemaker on the phone; he says it’s urgent and he needs to talk to you immediately.”

Mr. Shoemaker was a relatively new client who had just moved to town approximately two years ago.  I assumed that he was rather wealthy because of some of the transactions that I had taken care of for him.  Without even thinking I just stepped out of the shower and Todd handed me the mobile phone.

“This is Mike Naylor.  How can I help you, sir?”

“Mr. Naylor, this is Roy Shoemaker.  Our 16 year old son, Aaron, is in jail on a charge of prostitution.  We know that he’s gay, but I’m positive that he would never stoop to selling his body.  He is in the Saunders county jail.  Please go see what you can do for him.”

“Mr. Shoemaker, I’ll leave as soon as I can get dressed.  I just got out of the shower.  Are you at the jail?”

“They won’t let me see him until tomorrow morning.  I don’t like what is happening and I hope that you can get to the bottom of the matter as quickly as possible.”

“Mr. Shoemaker, I’ll do what I can.”

I handed the phone to Todd without thinking about my state of dress.  He started to laugh, “Not only are you not old, but I need to revise the statement about what could happen if men were to see how absolutely gorgeous you are.  You should moonlight as a stripper in a gay joint; your pouch would be running over from men stuffing it with money just to cop a feel of your hidden equipment.  I guess I‘ll need to buy a stronger jock strap if you‘re going to sleep with me.”

“Todd, get out of here. I need to go the county jail and see what I can do for the Shoemakers' son.”

Todd started to leave; but he was licking lips in a suggestive manner, “Whatever you say, boss.”

When I got to the county jail, the desk sergeant tried to tell me that I couldn’t see Aaron because he hadn’t been formally booked yet.  I stood and pointed my finger at the officer, “Either you let me in to see him immediately, or I’m calling Sheriff Patrick.  He happens to be a client and a friend of mine.”

I pulled out my cell phone and started to dial.  The desk sergeant frowned, “Okay, I’ll take you, so you can talk to Mr. Shoemaker.”

He led me to a cell that had five people.  Four of the occupants were older and looked very rough and a teenager was huddled in the corner.  I looked at the sergeant and yelled, “I want Mr. Shoemaker out of that cell immediately, or I’m calling District Attorney Howard and filing charges against this jail for inhumane treatment."

The sergeant started to protest, “Mr. Naylor, this is the holding cell where we hold all the prisoners until they are booked.”

I looked at the sergeant, “I don’t think you understood what I said.  I want Mr. Shoemaker out of that cell immediately.  He is only 16.  Now get him out of there or you are going to be looking for a new job in the morning.  Mr. Shoemaker’s parents have the resources to make your life miserable, and I personally will pursue all legal avenues to have you and your cronies fired.”

The sergeant reluctantly opened the door and Aaron practically rushed into my arms, “I don’t know who you are sir, but those men in that cell were threatening to do things to me.  They were making me feel dirty like the officer who arrested me.”

“Aaron, your Dad called me and asked me to come and help you.  I need for you to tell me why you are here?  Sergeant, I would like to talk to my client in private.”

The sergeant started to object, but I was very firm, “Sergeant, I said I would like to speak to my client in private.  If you can’t arrange that, then I will have to make some phone calls.”

I wasn’t having any good feelings about this sergeant.  He finally took us to a room behind his desk.  I looked at Aaron and stuck out my hand, “Aaron, I’m Mike Naylor.  I’m your father’s attorney.  He asked me to come and see if I could be of any assistance.”

I was writing a note on the pad that I had brought, “Aaron, I think this room is bugged.  Pretend as if everything is okay and answer my questions as honestly as you can.”

I started the charade and moved to the door.  “Aaron, would you please tell me in your own words, why you were arrested tonight?”

“Mr. Naylor, I’ll be as honest as I can, but it is very embarrassing.”

I nodded and opened the door so I could see what the desk sergeant was doing.  The desk sergeant and another officer were standing there listening as Aaron was speaking.

“Aaron, where were you when you were arrested tonight?”

I nodded that he should answer.  He was almost sobbing, “I went to meet a friend at the rest stop so we could have some fun.  We did; and when we were satisfied, I returned to get in my car but it wouldn’t start.  I opened the hood and the cable to the battery had been disconnected.  This person came up behind me and put his arms around me and whispered in my ear.  ‘Son, I’ll help you if you do a favor for me.  I know what you and your friend were doing tonight.’”

“I turned around and a deputy sheriff was standing there.  ‘If you cooperate, we can make a bundle with that body of yours and your oral skills.  We can have you making money every night of the week since you seem to like sex so much.’”

I spit in Officer Hastings’ face, “I’m not going to sell my sexual favors to anyone.”

“That’s when he got rough.  He handcuffed me and led me to the cruiser and pushed me in.  When we got here to the jail, he told the sergeant at the desk to put me into a cell with the scruffiest and meanest people who were here.  He made a comment that really upset me, ‘Maybe, they can make him decide to join our stable.  He can make us a mint with his good looks, and he is nicely endowed for a teenager.’”

I was watching as the two officers started toward the door where I was standing.  The first officer to enter was Officer Hastings, I tripped him and he went sprawling on the floor and the gun he had been carrying went sprawling I grabbed his gun and when the desk sergeant, Officer Leonard, entered, I pointed the gun at them.  Fortunately, Officer Leonard didn’t have a gun with him.  I barked “Get on your feet.  We’re going to take you to your cell.”

I had Aaron get the keys to the cells that were lying on the desk sergeants’ desk and directed the two officers to the cell where Aaron was previously being held.  After I locked the two officers in, “Guys, these two officers of the law have been pimping teenagers.  Maybe you can show them what you think of their kind.”

I took Aaron back to the desk sergeant’s desk.  “Aaron, go into the room while I play desk sergeant for a while.” I called Sheriff Patrick, whom I had gone to school with, even though it was late.

A sleepy voice answered, “This is Pat Patrick.”

“Pat, this is Mike Naylor; there are some major problems here at the jail.   I suggest you get here as soon as possible.”

The midnight shift was arriving and I convinced them that they would be briefed by Sheriff Patrick when he arrived.  When Pat arrived, he was dressed in sweat pants and a sweat shirt.  He was irritated, “Mike, what’s so important that I needed to come down here at this time of night?”

“Pat, listen to this conversation that your desk sergeant recorded while I was supposedly speaking to my client in private.  I will be charging you and your entire department with misuse of your power.”

I started the recording and three of the night people stood as if to leave.  I pointed the gun at them, “Sit your asses down.  Pat, this prostitution conspiracy appears to be much larger than I thought.  I think you need to start looking for some new deputies.  I think we should take these people to the cell where Officers Leonard and Hastings are now residing.

I made Aaron stay behind.  What greeted us was not a pretty sight.  Officers Hastings and Leonard were naked and their bodies were being abused.

Pat looked at the officers who were with us. “Get them out of there now.”

One of the other cell occupants looked at the sheriff and challenged, “Why?   This is what they said they wanted us to do to the young man who was in here earlier.  They wanted us to teach him a lesson.”

Pat was floored by that comment, “You mean they told you to misuse the young man that was with you?”

“Officer Hastings told us that if we taught the kid a lesson, we would be released in the morning, and all charges would be dropped against us.”

Pat turned to me, “Mike, take the young man and get out of here.  I think I'm going to be up all night, trying to unravel this mess.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow.  You might want to leave the gun so we don’t have to charge you with theft.”

Pat walked Aaron and me to the door.  He looked at Aaron, “Aaron, did the young man who you met tonight just happen to be my son?”

Aaron turned absolutely white, “Sheriff Patrick, why would you think that?”

“Aaron, I wasn’t born yesterday.  I know that you and Tim have become very close since you moved here.  He was gone for a while tonight and your story confirms what we had thought all along.  We would much rather you play your games at our house than in some isolated place.  After tonight, I hope the two of you will never do something as stupid as what you did tonight, again.”

Pat turned to me, “Mike, I think you might want to stop playing cops and robbers.  You were lucky tonight, thank heavens, but you aren’t going to make the top ten favorite’s list of some of my former officers.  I am just appalled that I had no idea what was going on.  I’ll see the two of you later.”

I took Aaron to my car and he looked at me, “Mr. Naylor can we stop and get me something to eat?  I’m starved.  Please stop at the first open fast food restaurant that we come to and I’ll pay.”

The first place we saw was a Mickey D’s.  Aaron looked at the menu board, “I’ll have a Big Mac with large fries and a chocolate milk shake, please.”

He handed me ten dollars and I passed his order to him with his change.  I looked at him, “I don’t suppose that you would care to tell me where you live would you?”

His mouth was so full that I could hardly understand him. “Take the weft and go thwee bwocks.  I wive at 726 Appow-wood Wane.”

When we arrived at what I thought was our destination, I looked at Aaron, “Is this where you wive?”

He looked at me with a funny look and then started to laugh, “I guess this is what I get for trying to talk when my mouth is full.  The lights are still on.  Would you please walk me to the door so you can explain that I didn’t do anything wrong?”

I did as he asked and he rang the doorbell since he didn’t have his keys and the garage door opener was in his car which was still at the rest area.

I was surprised when Mr. Shoemaker opened the door in his briefs, “Aaron get your butt to bed; you have school tomorrow. I need to talk to Mr. Naylor.”

I walked into the house not knowing what to expect.  “Mike, thank you for doing what you did for Aaron, tonight.  I just got off the phone from talking to Sheriff Patrick.  He told me what you did.  I applaud you, even if you did act a little stupid.  I’m sure that you will have a devoted friend forever in our son.  I know that you are probably having a very difficult time dealing with the loss of your wife.  Perhaps Aaron and Tim would be willing to baby-sit from time to time.”

“I need to get dressed and go get Aaron’s keys which are still at the police station and then go make sure his car is secure for the night.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

As I was driving home, I was thinking, ‘The boys are sure going to have a lot of babysitters, but they’re all gay.’  

When I arrived at the house, it was already after midnight.  I was surprised to see so many lights on.  I pulled into the garage and started to turn out the lights as I started to my bedroom.  When I got to the living room, I was greeted by a sight.  Todd was sitting there in his briefs feeding one of the triplets. 

He looked up at me, “Here, finish feeding Jaden, so I can take care of Kaden.  Aiden has already been fed.”

I was feeding Jaden and all of a sudden, I started to laugh.

To be continued... 

Editor's Notes:  I don't suppose you could call this a cliffhanger, but it certainly does seem like a very strange place to end a chapter.

I wonder what he was laughing about. 

I am very glad that both of the boys' fathers are acting cool about the boys' extra curricular activities. 

I know it is a lot better now days than it used to be. The younger generation seems to be a lot more open minded than some of the older folks. 

It is funny, because people who were my grandmother's age seemed to be a lot cooler about it than people who were my parents' age. 

It is strange how times change and then change again.  I had an uncle who was gay, but of course no one ever spoke of that.

My grandma called him a confirmed bachelor.  He lived with my grandma till he died of lung cancer. He smoked like a chimney. 

He had these friends that he always used spend time with. He used to tell us that they played cards and drank something. I don't know what they drank, because he never told us that. I think it must have been beer though, because he always smelled like beer. His friends hardly ever came over to grandma's house, and even when they did, they didn't stay long, at least not when I was there.  

He had a "Girlfriend", but we never saw her. I mean we NEVER saw her.  He used to talk about taking her out; He said she had really big boobs, but he never brought her home. NEVER!!! 

After he died, we were cleaning out his room and I found a bunch of magazines that had pictures of men lifting weights and looking very strong. I took them home and hid them in my room. My mom never knew what they were. At least I don't think she did.  She never said anything about them.

I think they were thrown away a long time ago.

The thing that got me though, when I thought back on it, was that no one ever talked to him about that sort of thing or if they did, they sure never mentioned it around me. I never heard anything about sex, in any way shape or form, when I was growing up.  The only thing that was ever said was that I needed to be careful and not get any girls "in trouble".  Since I didn't hang around with girls much, I figured I was pretty safe on that score. I had no idea what my mom was talking about.  Did she think we were going to go rob a bank or something? 

I lived on a farm, for crying out loud! I had no transportation to even get into town without one of my parents taking me. I couldn't drive. Where did she think this girl and I were going to go get in trouble?  I was friends with a couple of girls; when I was in school, but I had no desire to get in trouble or get them in trouble either.

She never said anything about me not getting any girls pregnant.  I wouldn't have done that either.  I wasn't stupid. 

My mom was really great at not saying what she meant.  She always had some stupid thing she used instead of saying anything in plain English, "I think Genny Bartlett is in the family way.  She was late last month, and she seems to be late again this month." 

Things like that confused me to no end.  What kind of an appointment did she have, once a month, and what did that have to do with her family? 

Why couldn't Mom have just said, "I think that Genny is pregnant, or I think Genny is going to have a baby."?  Bobby Marshal and Genny used to go to the band room, after school, and practice.  I wasn't sure I knew exactly what they were practicing, but I was damn sure it wasn't their piano lessons.

I do go off on tangents, don't I? I'm sorry about that.

I want a new chapter!!!!!!!!

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 09/17/10