Benji in Control
by: E Walk
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Chapter 8 

The Celebrities

When Cole and I went to bed, it suddenly dawned on me that this might be the last night for a long time that Cole and I would be the only two persons in the house.  I decided to play tough guy, “Look punk, I want you out of those clothes, and I want you out of the now.   You will not wear any clothes for at least the next twelve hours.”

“But boss, what if we get company?”

“Don’t worry your little brain.  I’ve put notices on the door saying that you’ve been quarantined.  Anybody who enters will be doing so at their own risk and probably leave laughing so hard that they’ll split their pants.”

When Cole was naked, I frowned,  “Get over here boy, so I can check out the merchandise to make sure it’s worth keeping.”

Cole slowly walked toward me, so he was standing in front of me, even though he wasn’t quite sure what I was up to.  But he was playing along.  I ran my fingers over his face, “Nice patrician profile, however, the eyes seem a little shifty.  Guess I better check the merchandise very closely.  Open your mouth and let me see your pearly whites.”

Cole complied.  I looked in his mouth, “Good, the teeth look as if they will only require minimum maintenance.  I need to check the tongue to see if it works. 

I kissed him, “Good. the tongue works fine.” 

I was running my hands over his body and I took his penis in one of my hands.  “I wonder if this works.  It seems a mite small.  I wonder if it’s always this small?  Oh good, it seems to be coming alive.  I need to check to see if it is operable.”

I dropped to my knees and his penis performed nicely.  I looked at Cole, “Very tasty morsel, boy.  I need to check to see if there is any more of the potent potion available.”

I checked his testicles, “These seem to have an abundant supply so there shouldn’t be a shortage of the potion.  There’s still one area that I need to check to see if it’s functioning.”

Cole started back away and was faking that he was sobbing, “Please, don’t defile me, Mister President.  I’ll do anything else you want.  Why don’t you get into bed while go take care of this problem I have?”

I heard the toilet flush so I realized what Cole was doing.  When he returned from the bathroom, he pushed me onto my back and started to pay attention to my penis.  It responded and he smirked, “I figure that I needed to relieve your tension or you'd never be able to get to sleep.”

He mounted my penis and we had a wild ride.  We were both rather exhausted when the ride was over.

I was awakened by Cole coming into the room with a cup of coffee, “Good morning, master.  What time do we need to be at the church today?”

I pulled Cole on top of me, “Don’t master me.  The Celebration of Mr. Nixon’s Life service is at eleven.  I’m sure that we’ll be expected to stay for the luncheon, as well.”

When we arrived at the church, I had trouble finding a place to park.  Cole looked at me, “This is going to be a huge service.  Maybe we can sneak out after the service and go play some big boy games.”

When we walked in, Trevor escorted us to the second row of seats on the opposite side of the church from where the family was to be seated.  Uncle Howie and Austin were already in the pew.  After Cole and I were seated, I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder.  I turned around to see who it was.  It was Doris Harder.  She whispered, “Well, I guess I know where I stand.”

I laughed, “What do you mean?  This is the punishment we have to endure for almost being the last to arrive.”

When I turned around, Cole directed my attention to the program.  He pointed to an entry on the program that said. Words of Celebration by Dr. Douglas Christiansen.

I whispered to Cole, “It would have been nice if someone had forewarned me.  What I am supposed to talk about?”

Cole got this evil grin on his face, “You have a velvet tongue.  You’ll do fine.”

The service was proceeding nicely and it was a well planned service.  I was beginning to get a few butterflies in my stomach as it approached the time for me to make my remarks.

When the Pastor announced that I would be talking about the legacy that Mr. Nixon had left behind, my mind went to work.  I went to the lectern and started.

“I’m pleased that I was asked to participate in the Celebration for Mr. Nixon.  Mr. Robert Nixon has certainly left this community a legacy, and has insured that he will be remembered far into the future.”

“For starters, he has his son Robert the III, or Rob, and his daughter Mrs. Louisa Mitchell who will be able to carry his name forward.  Even more exciting is the fact that he had three wonderful grandsons, Derek, Trent, and Trevor.  For those of you who don’t know, Trent and his lovely wife were married on Saturday, so perhaps there will be some little Nixons roaming the streets of Harwood one of these days.”

“As most of you know, I’m a Johnny come lately to this community.  I have been here only a little over six years, but during that time, Mr. Nixon has had an enormous impact my life.  More importantly, he has had a significant impact of the community of Harwood  by being involved in the founding of Harwood Community Junior College.  It is a tribute to Dr. Robert Nixon that the college is physically being expanded and will be able to offer more education opportunities to the citizens of our community.”

“Doctor Robert Nixon the Second leaves behind a legacy that will not soon be forgotten.”

When I returned to my seat, Cole looked at me and grinned.  I could tell he was thinking something but he said nothing.

We went to the luncheon and people kept telling me what a nice job I had done.  I cornered Austin and Derek and told them to be in my office in the morning at nine fifty, if they wanted to work at Harwood.

Cole and I were saying our goodbyes when Rob Nixon, cornered us, “Doug, thanks for what you said.  I meant to ask if you would do it, but it has been rather hectic with the graduation, wedding and this service all coming at one time.  I guess, I’m getting senile.  It is easy to see why Dad thought so highly of you.”

As we were driving home, Cole growled, “Dr. C., you need to be punished for what you did to me last night and for being such a showoff today.”

When we arrived at the house, there were two cars in the parking area.  Cole looked at me, “Do you know who those two vehicles belong to?”

“Cole, I have no idea whose vehicles they are.  Maybe they're at the party.”

Cole shook his head no, “There’s a separate parking area for anyone coming for a party.  Let’s see what’s happening?”

We walked around to the back of the house and we saw Bill Oliver and Logan standing talking to Jack Kennedy at the fence, watching the party that was in progress.  When Cole and I approached them, Jack commented, “Great speech at the service.”

I asked, “Is there a problem?  Why are the three of you here?”

Jack shook his head, “Doug, I know how busy you have been, so I took it upon myself to arrange a ground breaking ceremony tomorrow, while the Board of Trustees is assembled.  I’ve arranged for the media to be there to cover the ground breaking at eleven o’clock.  It could bring in some addition funds.”

I looked at Bill, “Bill, I don’t think you’ve met Cole.”

Bill laughed, “Doug, I knew Cole before you did.  I used to eat at The Shack a lot when his grandparents owned it.  I brought the figures of the monies we’ve received for the new facilities so far.  I thought it might come in handy for your meeting tomorrow.  It sounds as if you’re going to be very busy.”

After the others departed, I walked to where Dan and Dave were taking care of the cleanup after the party, “Guys, are you okay?”

Dan looked at me, “Mr. C., the lady who was in charge of this party just tipped us fifty bucks.  Not only that, she scheduled two more parties for this summer.  We need to get ready for the next party.”

As Cole and I were walking to the house, he chuckled, “I think we’re going to need to change your name to King Midas.”

We changed into Bermuda shorts, after a little extracurricular activity, and went to see we what we could find for dinner.  Neither of us were very hungry, so we had BLTs and baked some frozen French fries.  We were just finished with our meal when the phone rang.  I went to answer, “This is Doug Christiansen.”

“Hi Daddy.  It’s us.”

“Wait a minute, us.  Let me put the phone on speaker, so your Dad can hear what you are saying.”

“What’s happening in Florida?”

Benji answered, “Guess what we get to do tomorrow?”

Cole chuckled, “Don’t tell us that you’ve been so bad that you have to spend all of tomorrow sitting in the corner.”

“Dad, that wasn’t even funny.  We’re going to be in the afternoon parade.  I’m going to be riding with Mikey Mouse,  Mark is going to be with Pluto, Matt is going to be with Goofy and Mikey is going to be riding with Donald Duck.  Here’s Mark.”

Mark came on, “Dads, we could see the fireworks last night from the balcony.  We watched them before we went to sleep.  We were standing in our briefs, watching.  Don’t worry, no one else saw us.  Here’s Matt.”

Matt started, “Hi Dads, we’re having a great time.  The people are helping so Grandmother McBride can go on the rides with us.  Grandpa and Grandma Miller even went on the big roller coaster.  Grandpa said he was so scared that he wet his pants and we had to come back to the hotel so he could change them.  Here’s Mikey.”

Mikey picked up the phone, “Hi Dads, we just got back from swimming.  There are some fun people here at the hotel.  I gotta go get ready for dinner.  Grandpa Miller wants to talk to you.”

“This is Keith.  I just wanted to tell you that your four sons have charmed everyone they come in contact with.  They act like adults taking care of Mother McBride, my wife and me.”

Cole asked, “Doctor Miller, how is it that the boys are going to be in the parade tomorrow?  I should think that was highly unusual.”

“Cole, the four boys were talking to the characters today, and the next thing we knew they were going to be in tomorrow’s parade.  Like I said, they’re snake charmers.  We’ll talk to you tomorrow.  Everyone’s ready to go get something to eat.”

When I hung up the phone, I looked at Cole, “Do you suppose we’ll ever get the boys home.”

Cole and I were doing the dishes when the phone rang again.  Cole answered, “This is Cole.”

Mother’s voice came on the speaker, “Guys, Doug’s Dad had a massive heart attack.  He’s in intensive care at the County Hospital.”

I went to the phone, “Mother, do you need me to come there?”

“Doug, there is nothing you can do.  The doctors think that your Dad will be fine.  Your Dad had two stents in his veins.  When I left the hospital, he was resting comfortably.”

“Mother, if there is anything that we can do, please call us.  The boys will be home next Saturday, so we are free until then.”

“Doug, I appreciate your offer, but we’ll be fine.  I’ll let you know what the latest prognosis is, tomorrow.  I know that this is scheduled to be a busy week for you.”

Cole responded, “Mom Christiansen, I will be available and I can come immediately if you need someone.  You’re right, Doug’s plate is going to be extremely full for the next several days.”

After we hung up, I hugged Cole, “What a bummer.  Dad has always seemed so healthy.”

Cole and I collapsed when we went to bed.  It was a far different night than the previous one had been.  Neither of us was interested in doing anything sexual.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt the need to relieve my man of some his weight so I did.  Of course in the process, I probably gained two pounds.

When I arrived at the office, both Karen and Greg were working frantically on something, so I went into the office.  It was almost 9:00 o’clock when Karen knocked, “President C., please check for any misspellings.  I found this on my desk when I arrived this morning asking that I have it ready for the board meeting.  Mr. Nixon had attached a note that apologized for the short notice.  I’ve never taken minutes at a board meeting before.  I found the minutes of the last board meeting.  I’m having Greg make copies, in case the board needs them.”

I read the agenda and it looked fine to me, “Karen, this looks fine to me.  Go ahead and make copies.  Would you please have Greg bring me a copy of the minutes, since I haven’t a clue what happens at a board meeting, either.  We’re going to be having our first lesson in board meetings, soon.”

Greg brought me a copy of the minutes, so I would at least have some idea what the board had talked about and what issues might come before the assembled group.  I didn’t even know if I would be asked to sit in on the meeting.”

It was almost ten o’clock when Greg came into the office, “Sir, your presence is requested in the board room.  When I walked in, everyone was standing around drinking coffee or juice and eating  pastries.”

When Rob Nixon saw me, he announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, please be seated.  We have a very full agenda, today.”

The Agenda and the minutes were approved without any discussion.  Mr. Nixon announced, “The first order of business is to identify a person to be the President of our institution now that Dr. Harder has resigned.  I’d like to introduce our acting President, Dr. Douglas Christiansen.” 

Collie’s father, Mr. Elwood Patterson, made a motion, “I move that we name Dr. Christiansen to be the President of our college.”

Mayor Langdon seconded the motion.

I have to give Mr. Nixon credit,.  He ran the meeting according to Roberts’ Rules of Order.

He announced, “It has been moved and seconded that Mr. Douglas Christiansen be identified as the new President of the Harwood Community Junior College.  Is there any discussion?”

A woman whom I did not know raised her hand.  Mr. Nixon looked at the lady, “Yes Mrs. Richardson, what is it you would like to say.”

“I have some problems with someone as young and good looking as Doctor Christiansen being the head of the our institution.  I would like to ask Dr. Christiansen some questions, if I might.”

“Go ahead Martha.  I’m sure that Dr. Christiansen will respond as best he can.”

I don’t think anyone expected what was about to happen.  Mrs. Richardson started, “Dr. Christiansen, I understand that you’re shacking up with a man of color who is somewhat younger than you, is that correct?”

I wanted to crawl under the table, “Yes, ma’am, I am living with a handsome young man who is younger than I am.”

Mrs. Richardson continued, “I also understand that you have skinny dippy parties at Summerhill, is that correct.”

I took a deep breath, “Mrs. Richardson, we do have male skinny dipping parties, and I can assure you that all participants have been advised that there is nothing sexual to occur.  We have four young sons, and I will not tolerate them being exposed to anything that resembles something illicit.”

Mrs. Richardson nodded, “I call for the question.”

I had the sinking feeling that I was going to be needing to look for a new job.  Mrs. Richardson had done a great job of exposing the activities that happened at Summerhill and I wondered how she knew so much.”

Mr. Nixon nodded, “The motion has been called for.  The motion is that Dr. Douglas Christiansen be named the new President of the Harwood Community College.  All those in favor say aye.”

I was so upset that I didn’t hear the ayes.

Mr. Nixon continued, “All those opposed, say nay.”

I closed my eyes waiting for my death sentence.  I felt as if I were suspended in space waiting for the axe to fall when Mr. Nixon announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I introduce the new President of Harwood Community Junior College, Mr. Douglas Christiansen.  He was elected by a unanimous vote.”

After I had shook hands with the members of the board, Mr. Nixon announced, “We will have a break for those of us who have had too much coffee this morning.  We will reconvene in ten minutes.”

When some of the board members had departed the area, Mrs. Richardson approached me, “Doug, I’m sorry to have put you through the agony I did, but Emily and I decided that it would be best if the laundry was all hung out, so it couldn’t come back to haunt you later.”

I guess I must have had a funny look on my face, “Are you saying that Grandmother McBride was part of this conspiracy.”

“I’m afraid so.  Emily and I are sisters.  She thinks that you, Cole and your four sons can walk on water.  She called last night and told me that the boys were charming everyone in the hotel and the park.”

Our conversation was interrupted by Greg, “Dr. Christiansen, I thought you might want to see these, so you can report the information to the board.”

To be continued...

Editor's Notes: I wonder what “THESE” are.  I hope we find out soon.

It was nice that Doug was appointed unanimously to the presidency. 

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 02/05/10