“P” Is For the Peeping Pat
by: E Walk
(© 2009-2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 3  

The Birthday Party

After Sheriff Kincaid had departed, I went to the balcony and was standing there trying to make sense out of what was happening.  I thought to myself, 'What is it about this Pat Kincaid person that I'm attracted to?  I've been around lots of men and I've never kissed any of them except for my sons.'

I was standing there watching the nearly full moon reflecting off the lake, when an idea for a new book struck me.  I went to the den and booted the computer.  I started to type and the words were tumbling out of my mind faster than I could type.  The title of the book was going to be The Case of the Sleeping Sheriff.

I was working on the fourth chapter when I heard the guys return.  I decided not to bother them, since I was on a roll.  There was a knock on the door and I punched save and went to see who had come calling.  I opened the door and Ethan was standing there, "Dad, do you have a minute?"  This was surprising because Ethan was the quiet one and never said much.

"Of course, Ethan.  Come in and park your body."

He sat down on the sofa and I sat next to him, "Ethan, is there a problem?"

"Dad, it's not exactly a problem.  Shawn and Shane are really neat guys.  They have not had an easy life.  I don't know how much you know about Sheriff Kincaid and the two guys, but until Sheriff Kincaid was hired to be the Sheriff, just before Christmas, they lived in Gary, Indiana where Mr. Kincaid was a patrol officer."

"The guys lived in a two bedroom apartment with their Dad and Grandmother.  When they moved here, they got two apartments.  Dad, this will probably upset you, but I think I might also be gay.  I know that Nate and Don have been messing around sexually, but Mike isn't interested in trying anything.  Tonight when I was sitting beside Shawn, I felt as if I wanted to hug him when he was telling us the story of their life."

I hugged Ethan, "Son, after Sheriff Kincaid left tonight, I was also wondering what was happening.  I've never had sex with another man and all of sudden; I was wondering what it would be like to love another man."

Ethan leaned against me, "Dad, it sounds as if you are as confused as I am."

"Eth, I guess the two of us have a lot of learning to do."

As I watched Ethan depart, I was thinking; please don't let Ethan be hurt."

I went back to the computer and started to write, because the conversation with Ethan had given me some more ideas.  None of my stories previously even smack of anything homosexual, so I had to be careful about what I wrote.

I fell asleep at the computer, because I was awakened by a naked Ethan and Shawn.  Ethan was shaking me, "Dad, go to bed and get some sleep.  We'll hold the fort down until you get some quality rest."

I grabbed Ethan, "Look, punk, don't be telling me what do.  After all, I'm twenty plus years older than you and your friend with the big dick.  Happy Birthday, Shawn."

Shawn giggled, "Ethan, your Dad needs glasses.  If he thinks my dick is big, he must be seeing double.  Thanks for permitting us to stay here, Mr. Sloane.  It's so much better than being cooped in an apartment complex all day.  I do have a question for you, sir?"

"Ask away, I have no secrets."

Shawn took a deep breath, "I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and I heard Dad talking.  He was saying, 'Steve, could you and your sons accept me and my sons as part of your family?  Did something happen between you and Dad after we went to the ballgame last night?"

"Shawn, nothing happened between your Dad and me, other than I kissed him when he left.  He didn't resist and responded."

Ethan chuckled, "So is the Sheriff a good kisser?"

I threw up my hands, "How am I supposed to know, since he is the only man I ever kissed, except you and Nate?"

Ethan looked at Shawn, "We'll check to see whose Dad is the better kisser after your birthday party."

After the two visitors left, I went to my bedroom and decided to take a shower.  I was shampooing my hair when Nate entered the bathroom, "Dad, Sheriff  Kincaid is on the phone and wants to know what he can bring for Shawn's party?"

"Tell him that he can bring a cake.  We'll provide the rest.  Tell him I'll talk to him tonight."

As I was getting out of the shower, I decided to go find a suitable present for Shawn.  When I walked into the kitchen, dressed in slacks and sport shirt, Nathan fell on the ground muttering. "Either Dad has a new manuscript to peddle or he has a doctor's appointment.  Dad, did something happen that would cause you to get dressed?  You never get dressed except for Sundays."

"I thought that since Shawn and Shane were here, that I had better set a good example.  If you must know, I have some things that I need to take care of in town.  Do you guys think that you could catch some nice trout and fillet them for dinner?"

Shawn fell against Ethan, "Mr. Sloane, I thought we told you I'm allergic to fish.  They make a certain part of my body swell.  I would hate to see grown men cry."

The six guys were laughing, but I decided to get the last word, "In that case, we'll make sure you get a double helping and we can watch you float away into the sky so you can join Dorothy in the land of Oz   Maybe she can find you a new penis."

I departed before anyone could respond; I stopped at Best Buy and bought Shawn an IPOD, like Nate and Ethan had.  I made sure I got a gift card and saved the receipt.  I stopped at the Borders Store and purchased a $50.00 gift certificate for Shawn.  Something told me he was a reader.  I stopped at the grocery store and bought some beef and chicken kabobs so that dinner would be a cinch.

When I arrived at the cabin, the six guys were cleaning fish.  Nate looked at me, "Dad, are we really going to have fish for dinner."

"Only if Shawn would like them.  I have another alternative here."

Don spoke up, "I think we need to have the alternative and the fish both, since we only had a sandwich for lunch."

I grinned, "I agree with Don.  I didn't eat lunch either."

When Pat arrived with his Mother, we were all suitably attired and dinner was ready to be started.  Everything fell together and we were having a great meal, if I do say so myself.  As we were eating, Mrs. Kincaid asked, "Mr. Sloane, what is it you do to own a beautiful home like this?"

"Mrs. Kincaid, we only live here in the Summer, since the winters can be a little brutal.  We have a house in town, so my sons can go to school, in case of inclement weather.  I inherited this property from my parents.  As to what I do, I write novels."

Mrs. Kincaid looked, "Would I have read any of your works?  I'm a voracious reader and am a sucker for a good story, especially a good mystery.  Do you write under the name of Steve Sloane?"

Before I could answer she said, "You're  Sloane Stevens aren't you.  I loved your last novel, The Case of the Quiet Queen.  When's the R story going to be published?"

I looked at Mrs. Kincaid, "The Case of the Roving Robot is about halfway finished, but I have been working of The Case of the Sleeping Sheriff.  I was thinking maybe both stories could be published at the same time."

"Not a good idea, Steve.  People on fixed income like me can only afford one book at a time.  You can write them at the same time, but only publish them once every month.  Why did you decide to write about a sheriff?  That seems a little odd from your past stories."

I decided to evade the question, "Men, we need to take care of the dishes before we can have the party."

After the dishes were taken care of, I went and got the gifts that I had gotten for Shawn.  When I returned, there were several other gifts on the table.  My boxes seemed puny compared to the others.  His Dad had bought him a high school jacket that had swim team written on it.

Shawn had tears, "Dad, I never thought I would be able to have one of these.  Thank you."

He opened the gift from his Grandmother and it was a blazer.  Mrs. Kincaid grinned, "Shawn, I figured that you would need a nice jacket.  I have the receipts at the apartment if you need a different size."

I handed Nate the IPOD and he said, "Happy birthday, Shawn."

When Shawn opened it he had a puzzled look, "Nate and Ethan, I have no idea what to do with this.  I don't have anyway of loading music onto it."

Ethan grinned, "I'll show you how to upload music and you will never be unplugged again."

Shane complained, "So everyone's going be able to listen to music except me.  Am I going to be relegated to listening to you old men expel gas?"

Nathan came to the rescue, "Punk, I'll give you my old  IPOD so you can join the twentieth century.  Personally, I think the sound quality on the earlier model is better than the new one.  We'll probably have to reprogram it for you since you're probably into rap and hip hop."

Shane shook his head, no, "Personally my interests transcends that of most of you teenagers.  I prefer listening to good jazz and folk songs."

Ethan looked at me, "Dad, what did Shane just say?"

"Ethan, I'm not sure, but I think he likes the music of the fifties and sixties, rather than the songs of today.  Why don't you give this last gift to Shawn?"

When Shawn opened the gift card from Borders he had a funny look on his face, "Does this mean that I can buy some books that I really want?"

Mrs. Kincaid glared, "Shawn, I think I should take that so I can make sure you're reading quality literature."

Shawn stood up to his Grandmother.  "Don't worry, Grandmother, I'll make sure that I get the most bang for my bucks."

After the celebration was over, Mrs. Kincaid thanked us for a good time.  Shawn and Shane decided that it would save everyone time if they spent the night, so that the Sheriff wouldn't have to deliver them in the morning.

After the Sheriff and Mrs. Kincaid had departed, I swear the six teenagers had their clothes off faster than if they were stripped off by a cyclone. 

I went to my study and got rid of my clothes, of course, and started to write.  The evening had rejuvenated me and I started writing on The Case of the Roving Robots, and finished it before I went to bed.

When I finally got up, it was almost ten o'clock.  I went to the balcony and the guys were lying on the dock and they all had ear buds in their ears.  I got dressed and decided to take my manuscript to town and send it to the publisher so they would have to acknowledge that they received it.

When I arrived back at the cabin, Nathan approached me, "Dad, you had two phone calls.  The first was from your publisher, wanting to know why you hadn't sent anything lately?  The second was strange, the person wanted to know what kind of perverted activity was going on here at the cabin.  Oh yes, there was another call from the catering service, wanting to know if we knew of anyone who would be willing to work with us since one of the people decided to not do the catering bit because she had found a better job."

"We told him Shawn would be willing to help, at least temporarily, until we got Shawn's Dad's approval.  We need to be at work at four this afternoon, to pick up the things to take to the party."

"Nate, let's go back to the second phone call that you mentioned.  Was it a male or female voice on the phone?"

Nate shrugged his shoulders, "Dad, I took the call and I really couldn't tell if it was a male or a female.  Dad, I don't understand why anyone would be interested in what happens here.  Okay, so we're nude most of the time, but there has been no sexual activity in public.  What business is it of anyone what we do, otherwise?"

"Nate, I couldn't agree more.  If someone has seen you guys naked, then they had to be trespassing, since I don't think you have been going to the front of the house naked, or at least I hope not."

"Dad, give us a little credit.  Of course we haven't gone to areas where passers-by could see us."

"Nate, someone has obviously been in the area.  How long ago did you receive the call?"

Nate answered, "It was about twenty minutes ago."

Go back to the guys and act as if nothing is happening and I'll scout the area, to see who might me watching the activities here at the cabin."

I did a sweep of the area to the west of the cabin and saw nothing unusual.  I moved to the east side and it didn't take long before I found the perpetrator.  I saw a young teenager up in a tree, watching what was going on at the beach front of the cabin.  I startled him when I asked, "Have you been enjoying the view?  I suggest you get down here and explain what you're doing trespassing on private property, or I'm calling the Sheriff."

I pulled out my cell phone for effect.

The young man climbed down from the tree and I could tell that he was about to bolt, "Don't even think of running, young man, I have the hounds ready to attack, if you start to run."

"Mister, I didn't do anything wrong.  Please don't call the Sheriff."

"Son, did you or did you not call my sons and tell them that you had seen them nude?"

The young man nodded, "Yes."

"How did you get the number to call them, since the phone number is not in the phone book?"

"I snuck into the mansion while everyone was outside and got the phone number.  I used the last three minutes on my cell phone to call the house."

"Son, do you suppose you could tell me your name, so I would know how to address you.  You're not a son and you're not a boy.  I really would like to know why you were out here trespassing and spying on the guys."

"Mister, my name is Travis.  I ran away from home, because of something my step dad did.  Mister, please don't call the Sheriff, because he'll take me back to my home.  I don't want to live there anymore. Ever since my Mother died, my stepfather has changed."

"Travis, let's go back to mansion, as you call it.  I promise that I won't call the Sheriff, but I would like to hear more of your story.  The guys will be going to work, shortly."

To be continued...

Editor's Notes: I would also like to hear the boy's story.  I suspect that we might hear more, in the next chapter. I hope we get to see that chapter pretty soon.  I know I want to see it as soon as possible.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 10/08/10