Benji in Control
by: E Walk
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Chapter 46 

Lyudmila Tallinn?

I looked around the second time and there was no one in the spectator area except two media people and a young man dressed in a business suit.  R. B. leaned over to me and whispered, “Dad Doug, who’s Uncle Howie talking about, and why is Rax here?”

I shrugged my shoulders indicating that I didn’t know.  Uncle Howie went and stood in front of Mrs. Lewis, “Lady, I asked that you take the witness stand.”

Mrs. Lewis shook her head, no, “You must have rocks in your head, instead of brains. My name Rebecca Lewis.”

Uncle Howie didn’t move from in front of Mrs. Lewis, “Lady, I know for a fact that you were never legally married to Coach Lewis.  Your legal name is Lyudmila Tallinn, and that your husband, Ivan, and a ten year old daughter, Natasha, are living here in Atlanta.”

Mrs. Lewis looked at Judge Flowers, “Judge, are you going to let this man badger me?”

Judge Flowers pounded her gavel, “Mr. Willingham, I take it there is a reason that you’re badgering Mrs. Lewis.  What does this have to do with the suits that are presently being considered?”

“Judge Flowers, I’m here as Mr. R. B. Lewis’ legal counsel, and I want there to be no doubt in anyone’s mind that the woman who claims to be his stepmother should never be allowed to have any control over him, or the money that is due him.  I was hoping to be able to make one last point, quickly, but I’ll do it the hard way, and smear this woman through the mud.  I call Mr. Raleigh Cox to the stand.”

The gentleman whom R. B. had referred to as Rax took the witness stand. The man was carrying a briefcase  After he was sworn in, Uncle Howie asked, “Mr. Cox, would you please tell the court what you do for a living?”

Mr. Cox nodded, “By day, I’m a private investigator, and by night, I work in a strip joint.”

The gentleman had everyone’s attention.  Uncle Howie didn’t seem fazed by the information, Mr. Cox, would you explain to the court where you were yesterday afternoon?”

“We were tailing the so called Mrs. Lewis at your request.”

Uncle Howie put out his hands, “What happened?”

Mr. Cox scowled, “I’m still upset that I didn’t get to see the game.  Anyway, when Mrs. Lewis got kicked out of the stadium, she took a taxi to an apartment not too far the Lewis’ house.  My colleague had been standing by in a car, so we were able to follow her.  She went into an apartment that was down a short flight of stairs, so it was easy to determine where she was going.”

“I would estimate she’d been in the apartment for approximately two hours when the door opened and a gentleman and a young girl on crutches kissed Mrs. Lewis as she departed.  My colleague and I had decided that he would follow Mrs. Lewis and I would see if I could find out whom she had been visiting.”

“Fortunately. I had my briefcase with a recorder and some official looking papers.  When I rang the doorbell, Natasha answered.  I showed her my private detective license and asked if I could talk to her father.  She yelled, ‘Dad, a policeman wants to talk.”

“Mr. Tallinn, came from the kitchen area and was wiping his hands on an apron.  He stuck out his hand, I'm Ivan Tallinn.  That's Tassie.” 

“I shook his hand and introduced myself and asked if his wife was home.  He shook his head, no, ‘Lyudmila go work.  Not be home til late.  Her make money to pay for partment.’  I decided to see how much more I could find out.”

“I pulled a form and a pad from my briefcase, ’Mr. Tallinn, how long have you been married?’”

“He went and got a picture.  ‘Me and Lyudmila married leven years.’  We married in Lithuania.  Come to America.  Me want to go home.  Lyudmila make nough money so we go soon.’ “

“I thanked Mr. Tallinn and Natasha, and departed.  I called my colleague and Mrs. Tallinn was at the Lewis house.  I took a taxi so I could get my car and drive to the Lewis house.  Mrs. Tallinn came out of the house carrying two suitcases which were obviously very heavy, because she had to stop to rest.  A taxi pulled up to the sidewalk and when the big burly taxi driver went to put the suitcases into the trunk even he had trouble lifting them.”

“On the way to the apartment, the taxi driver stopped at a drug store and Mrs. Tallinn went inside and when she returned to the cab, she was carrying two sacks.”

“When she arrived at the apartment, her husband came and picked up the suitcases but could only manage to carry one down the steps at a time.  I was getting ready to leave, thinking nothing else was going to happen when a big black Lincoln Continental pulled up and two men went down to the apartment.  They were there only a short time when they reappeared, carrying the two suitcases.  They were accompanied by Mrs. Tallinn.  I heard her say, ‘Thanks, guys, I’ll see what else I can find of value, after the hearing tomorrow.  I’ll call you.’”

“My colleague relieved me, and I went to get a couple hours of shut eye.  I went back to the apartment area and my colleague informed me that no one had arrived or departed at the apartment while he had been sitting there.  It was almost nine thirty this morning when the bogus Mrs. Lewis came out of the apartment looking as she looks now, instead of the voluptuous blond who had entered.  I wouldn’t have known who it was, if Natasha hadn’t come out of the apartment with her and asked, ‘Mom, what time will you be home?  You don’t look very pretty, dressed like that.’”

Judge Flowers pounded her gavel. “People, it’s already nearly one o’clock.  I’m going to declare a recess until three o’clock, so we can get something to eat.  I have an Excedrin headache from trying to figure out what’s happening in these suits.  Mr. Cox, I suggest that you call the police authorities and advise them of what’s happening.”

“I already have, Your Honor.  My colleague is working with them.”

Judge Flowers nodded, “Bailiff, I want Mrs. Whoever she is sequestered.  She is not to talk to anyone, in person or on the phone.  Make sure she has something to eat and drink.”

Mrs. Lewis or Tallinn jumped up, “You can’t do that to me.  I’ve done nothing wrong.  You can’t deny me my rights.  I want to make my one phone call.”

The dreaded gavel sounded again.  “Lady, you aren’t being arrested, yet.  Bailiff, make sure there is a female security person in the room with this woman at all times. I don’t trust her.  She’d probably try to seduce any man in the area.  This court is in recess until three o’clock.”

As we were getting ready to leave, Doctor Lancer, Doctor Oliver and Cole excused themselves, saying that they needed to be elsewhere.  Cole explained that he was already late for practice.  Mr. Block assured him there wouldn’t be any problems.  That left Mr. Block, Judge Willard, Uncle Howie, Mr. Nicely, Rax, R. B. and me.  Mr. Nicely suggested that we go to a restaurant nearby that had an outdoor patio where we could sit, since it was such a nice day outside.

When we were seated, I had to ask, “R. B., how is it that you know Mr. Cox, if he is a private detective and works in a strip club?”

“Dad would bring Rax home sometimes and they would spend the night together.  Rax and I got to know each other really well.  One morning when he first started to come to the house, he was taking a shower in my bathroom when I had to go to the bathroom and he was standing there drying his body.  He saw me looking at his cock and he told me that I could look all I wanted, but that I could never touch it.  He has one of the prettiest cocks I have ever seen.”

Mr. Block looked concerned, “R. B., what do you mean by that?”

“Mr. Block, you big men are all so funny.  Remember, Dad took me to the locker room sometimes, and I would see the team people without clothes.  I know that cocks come in all sizes and shapes.  Not every one is the same.  Most men try to hide their cocks from us little guys.  They’re not like Dad Doug and Dad Cole and they’d never go skinny dipping with us, like they do.  Dad Doug's sons aren’t like you big people when you go to the bathroom.  Don’t think we don’t know that you look at the other men to see what their cocks look like.”

I decided to change the subject, “Rax, you said you worked in a strip club in addition to being a private investigator.  What do you do, there?”

Rax laughed, “I’m a stripper, of course.  That’s where I met R. B’s Dad.  He would always come to the club when he was horny.  Sometimes he would warn me ahead of time, but usually he would just show up.”

The three older men had the funniest look on their faces.  Mr. Nicely asked, “Are you saying that you and Coach Lewis were having an affair?”

Rax shook his head, no, “We certainly were not having an affair and there was no emotional attachment.  We had both sworn off women and we took care of each other's needs.  We agreed that was acceptable as long as we didn’t mess around.  That was fine with me and it must have been with Ray, as well.  We saw each other usually twice a week depending where the games were being played.”

“I think I was the first person whom he told after he found out that he was dying.  He wanted me to make sure that Ray, Jr. didn’t fall into the hands of the witch.  It was ironic that Mr. Willingham should have called my office when he needed a private detective.  He didn’t know that I was familiar with the players, until now.  Even I was flabbergasted by what I found out.”

We had finished our lunches and were walking back to the courthouse, and I was walking beside Uncle Howie.  He looked at me. “Doug, you’re not going to believe this, but I chose the Cox Private Investigator by closing my eyes and putting my finger on the page and his agency is where it landed.  He certainly doesn’t pull any punches, does he?”

“Uncle Howie, you lucked out with Rax.  Look at him, R. B. and Judge Willard talking.  What must Mr. Block and Mr. Nicely be thinking?”

After we cleared security at the court house, R. B. decided he needed to go to the bathroom, before we went to the courtroom.  The seven of us made our way to bathroom and there were six urinals.  I let the other people go first and watched as R. B. was talking to Mr. Nicely and Mr. Block.  It was interesting to note that the other five men were checking out Rax to see why R. B. thought Rax’s penis was so pretty.”

When we walked into the courtroom, there were police officers stationed at the doors.  When we were in our seats, Mrs. Tallinn was escorted into the room and she had shed whatever she had been wearing, to hide the size of her breasts because the buttons on her blouse were gaping.  Not only that, she must have been wearing a wig, because she was now a blond.  She looked around and sat down at the plaintiff’s table.

When Judge Flowers was announced,  everyone stood, except Mrs. Tallinn.  Judge Flowers looked at R. B., “Did you have a good lunch?”

R. B. nodded in the affirmative, “Yes Your Honor,  we had a nice lunch.  Were you able to get rid of your Excedrin headache?”

Judge Flowers laughed, “No, but I’m about to.  I’m ready to give my findings on the suits that are before this court  I find that since Mrs. Tallinn isn’t who she claimed to be, and weighing the evidence, I find that Mr. Ray Burnside Lewis had his mental faculties at the time his will was made, and his will is therefore valid.  On the second request, that Mrs. Tallinn be made the guardian of  Raymond Burnside Lewis, Junior, I find that there is no basis for even considering that request, given the fact that his Mother is alive and she is the person who was awarded custody of him, after the divorce of Mr. and Mrs. Lewis.  Why, I have no idea?  R. B., do you have a problem with these rulings?”

No, ma’am, I just wish you could have ruled that Dr. Christiansen could be my Dad.”

Judge Flowers pounded her gavel one more time, “This court is now in recess.”

We sat there and watched as the police escorted a screaming Mrs. Tallinn from the room.  R. B. looked at us, “What’s going to happen to the bitch?”

I hugged him, “R. B., I have no idea what’s going to happen.  We need to head back to Summerhill, if we’re going to be in time for dinner.  You’ll probably be up until midnight, doing your homework.”

R. B hugged, the other five gentlemen and we made our way to the car.  He was very quiet as we started our hour and a half drive home.  Out of the clear blue sky, he asked, “Dad, what going to happen now?  Will my Mother try to take my money, my Dad left me?  What are we going to do about the house?  How much do you think that lady stole?  Dad, I’m not very hungry.  Don’t tell the other guys what happened, because they’ll laugh at me.  They’ll think I’m a big baby.  Dad can we ask Rax to come to Summerhill?  I think he‘s very lonely.  Maybe we can cheer him up.”

I started to laugh and R. B. took offense, “Dad, this is not funny.  I want to know what’s going to happen.”

“Son, I wasn’t laughing at what you were asking, but that you could ask so many questions without breathing.  You sounded like Benji.  Let me see if I can answer all your questions.  First, we certainly can ask Rax to come visit us at Summerhill.  I don’t know if he’s lonely or not, but I'm sure that you guys will cheer him up, if he is.”

Secondly, as far as the guys thinking you’re a big baby, I can almost guarantee you that ain’t going to happen.  I think you need to tell them what happened, in case they hear someone talking to you about it at the game next week.

“I have no idea how much Mrs. Tallinn might have stolen.  Only you will be able to determine that.  We have to go to the game early next week, so we can see for ourselves.”

“As for what money your Dad left you, we’ll have to ask Uncle Howie’s help to make it so your Mother can’t touch it the same way that she can’t touch what your Grandparents left for you.”

“As for the house, we need to talk to people who know about houses.  We certainly don’t need another house, and we don’t need to have it sit there empty.  Maybe Judge Willard can help us. After all, he would probably be interested in who might want to live there, since it is next to his house.  Did I forget anything?”

“Yeah, you forgot the most important question, “What’s going to happen to me, now?”

“Son, nothing is going to happen to you, right now, except that you’re going to stay here.  When your Mother returns, I can’t imagine that she would make you go live with her.  She may insist that you come visit her from time to time, but if she’s like you say she is, then I can’t imagine her making you live with her.

Fortunately the conversation was terminated by our arrival at Summerhill, where we were met by the other five guys.  It was as if I didn’t even exist.  ‘I guess I’m just a boring Dad.’

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:  Today E Walk asked me if I had figured out who the mysterious witness was, and I said I wasn't sure. I suggested to him that it might be the step bitch's mother, and he told me I was definitely wrong.  The first person that had come to mind was, in fact, the bitch, but I thought that couldn't be the case, so I dismissed it.

My next question would be why did coach Lewis let her stay with him, since he wasn't married to her? 

I can understand her motivation to get money so that she and her family could go back home.  I really feel sorry for her real husband and their daughter.  I wonder if her husband knew what she was doing to get money.  I am pretty sure that her daughter had no idea what was going on. 

The bitch wasn't the least bit smart, or she might have come up with a better plan.  She was certainly not prepared for what was going to happen in court, was she?  As dumb as she was, though, she must have been pretty clever in the ways that made men desire to use her body.  That was basically her only talent.  Let's hope that the authorities have sufficient evidence to hold her pending some sort of hearing. 

There are still some serious unanswered questions that we still need answers to, but I guess we will just have to wait for the next chapter, won't we?

Rax seems to be a very nice person.  I do hope that someone can cheer him up.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher.

Posted: 12/10/10