Good Counsul?

By: Rod
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 5

“Law offices of Smith, Hollingsworth and McDougall, May I help you?  Yes Mr. Hollingsworth I do have Mr.  Williams schedule available.  Yes sir.  I will inform him that he has an appointment at 1:00 today with Mr. Bellows.  I will clear his schedule otherwise.  And the location of the appointment sir?  I will inform him to meet Mr. Bellows at his office. That’s at the corner of W. Washington and N. Central Avenue across from Patriot’s Park suite 412 in the new office tower. He should arrive in the office at any moment; I’ll let him know so he can be on the way to Phoenix. Thank you sir. Good Bye.”

Dale Williams hadn’t even gotten his first cup of coffee when the receptionist informed him of his change in schedule today.  He couldn’t understand why he had an appointment with Mr. Bellows.  Mr. Bellows managed a rather large company and utilized the services of Smith, Hollingsworth and McDougall for years, but another attorney out of the Phoenix office had always handled the account. It was an order from his boss Mr. Hollingsworth and if he ever wanted to get anywhere in this firm, it would be to his advantage to go.

The drive was a beautiful one, the temperature wasn’t too bad.  His new Viper with all the bells and whistles was really a dream to drive, more like an experience, it was almost as good as sex, but not quite.  It was a little brash of him to buy this car but why should anyone know, with the connections he had made at Smith, Hollingsworth and

McDougall he had managed to create a welcome second income. Sometimes it seemed better than what he received from the firm, but he needed the connections and the clout that his association with the firm gave him.  There was no way he was going to upset the apple cart. He just couldn’t figure out why he was going to Phoenix, he hoped that whatever the reason for it was he would  not have it interfere with his other activities.

“Good afternoon, Dale Williams to see Mr. Bellows. I have a one o’clock appointment.”

“Certainly sir.  If you will have a seat, Mr. Bellows’ secretary will be with you shortly to show you to his office.”

“Mr. Williams, hello, if you will follow me.” After a quick walk and a few turns through several hallways the secretary opened a door and allowed Mr. Williams to enter ahead of him.  Dale scanned the office and seeing no one proceeded towards the nearest chair on the approaching side of the desk.  Just as he was seated he felt a sting on his neck and everything went black.

Jon Acres and Dale Williams found themselves facing each other from the opposite sides of a table in a small room.  As they looked at each other and around the room it was evident that neither of them had the vaguest idea of why they were there or where they were.  The room appeared to be right out of a police drama.  It had every appearance of an interrogation room in a police precinct.  But there weren’t any sounds coming from outside the walls.  In a police precinct there was always the hub-bub of the activities going on in the other offices. There was the usual mirror on one wall and the rest of the room was just stark painted cinderblock.  No windows, only a couple of places in the ceiling tile for ventilation. Plain fluorescent lighting flooded the room from at least nine foot up giving a stark and foreboding essence to the space.

The door opened and a man stepped in. “So glad you two could join us.”

“Where the hell are we, and why are we hear?” asked Jon. “Dale get us out of here you’re my attorney.”

“I’m so sorry you don’t have all the information you desire but I’ll tell you two a little bit.  By the way, Dale here isn’t going to be able to help you.  He’s in the same position you are,” said Craig.

“What do you mean; I’m in the same position as he is? I had an appointment with Mr. Bellows.  The next thing I know I am waking up here,” demanded Dale.

“Well you did have an appointment with Mr. Bellows, I am Mr. Bellows and I chose for that appointment to be here. I have a proposition for you that I don’t believe you will want to refuse.”

“Well, I didn’t have any appointment with you.  Why the hell am I here?” shouted Jon as he started to rise from his chair.

“I would suggest you sit back down Jon or I don’t think you’ll like the consequences.  Let’s just say for your own sakes that you will give me your undivided attention until I’m finished”

Jon sat back down, agitated but resigning himself to the fact that anyone who could get him here as this man had evidently done had much more power at this point.

“Good, now that you are settled let’s begin.  Jon you’ve been cited for a number of DWI offenses haven’t you?”

“What business is that of yours?” replied Jon.

“I’ll take that as an affirmative, and it has become my business.  In your last incident there was a fatality, wasn’t there?”

“The court handled that, what’s it to you?”

“Exactly the point, Dale, you greased the works so that Jon got off so easy, didn’t you?”

“I did what any attorney would do,” answered Dale as he began to sweat, wondering just how much Mr. Bellows knew about his activities.

“Not many of your actions were actually legal and above board where they?  You service a number of clients in the same manner don’t you? A little work under the table? That’s what paid for your new car didn’t it?”

Dale simply cast his eyes down towards the table. He knew any thing he might say would only bury him more.

“Jon, you were one of several who utilized Dale’s special services, weren’t you?”

“It’s a free country, I can hire any attorney I want!” exclaimed Jon. “Your right there, but when that attorney proceeds illegally he can be disbarred.  I doubt that you give a damn, but your actions have taken a person’s life.  That is inexcusable.”

“Dale, you have a choice. You will either sign the agreement I have prepared for you, or, if should be so unwise, refuse to do so, the evidence we have gathered will not only get you disbarred, but expose you to criminal charges, I am advised, your sentence would occupy the rest of your natural life.”

“Jon, your situation is a little different, you will sign the agreement I have to offer or you will never walk out of this room.  The choice is yours.  Let’s just say that in your case you are committing yourself for treatment as an alcoholic.”

“I’ll let you two consider your options while I get the contracts, “said Craig as he exited the room.

“Can he do this?” asked Jon.

“At this point I don’t think we are in a position to argue, he’s got us by the balls and he knows it.  Anything we try to do and he’ll just squeeze harder,” whispered Dale.

Craig reentered the room and placed the contracts before the men.  Jon wasn’t happy with what he was reading. “.being of my own volition I hereby consent to my committal for treatment of alcoholism.  Any procedures deemed fit by my doctors are hereby authorized and I hold harmless those persons engaged in their execution...” “Dale, what does this mean?” asked Jon.

“What ever they want to do, they can do; no limits,” replied Dale.

“Should I sign it?”

“Do you want to leave this room?” asked Craig. “So, I have no choice?”

“No, and don’t forget to sign the second page either.”

Looking at the second page Jon saw that it was an assignment of power of attorney.  With this someone could act in his behalf and do anything they wanted with anything he had.  Grudgingly he signed both documents and gave them to Craig.

While this was occurring Dale had read over the documents before him as would any attorney. Whoever had written these knew what they were doing.  He was signing over everything he had and voluntarily enslaving himself. “What’s this voluntary enslavement? Slavery isn’t allowed by law.”

“Involuntary enslavement isn’t, but voluntary is.  You have decided to voluntarily enslave yourself, at least unless you want to suffer the consequences of the judicial system, which, by the way, Mr. Hollingsworth would be very happy to assist in your prosecution.  He doesn’t want anything to smudge the prestige of his firm.  You do understand don’t you? If he didn’t assist it would give the appearance the firm had a part in, or even condoned what you were doing.”

“I’ll take those documents now,” said Craig as he collected all the forms together and put them into the folders he was carrying after Dale completed the last of his signatures.

“Now time to begin.  Strip!”

“What?” both men said in unison.

“Strip, take off all of your clothes, fold them and leave them on the table.”

Slowly the men stood and began to remove their clothing.  Folding each piece they placed them on the table. When Dale stood remaining in his boxers and Jon in his bikinis they stopped and crossed their arm across their chests. 

“I said strip, that means everything, get it off now!”

The men stood in disbelief not moving. Craig reached into his pocket and pulled a small object and touching it to Jon’s side discharged a jolt of electricity causing Jon to fall to the floor, his body jerking uncontrollably then pulling into a fetal position.  As Dale’s eyes opened wide he quickly shucked his boxers.

“Help your buddy get up and finish,” ordered Craig.

Without hesitation Dale leaned over ripped off Jon’s bikinis and picked him up off of the floor.  With an arm around him he steadied him as Jon tried to regain his sense of balance.

“From now on you two will be buddies.  If one of you does something that should require a punishment it will be given to the other one. You will take care of each other. You will not be allowed to do anything for yourself; you may only handle your buddy’s needs. We’ll start by putting you both through the induction process. Follow me!  I will be referred to as Sir at all times.  You will not speak unless spoken to and given the permission to speak.  Is that understood?  You may answer.

“Yeah...” replied Jon.

A slap across Dale’s face brought understanding to Jon, at which time he quickly replied, “Yes Sir.”

“Sir, yes Sir,” replied Dale as he remembered his military days and wanted to cause no further humiliation. Following down the hall they entered a large shower room.  An attendant meet them and Craig informed them their processing would be started.  Any thing ordered by the staff was to be followed without hesitation or they would pay the price later if not at the time of the infraction.

They were lead to a wall in the shower where their wrists were lifted and cuffed above their heads and their feet spread and ankles cuffed to the wall.  The attendant then administered their first enema.  The liquid continued to be forced into their bowels, the pain had become almost unbearable, their only desire was to expel and relieve the cramping torturing their body.  After being made to hold their contents for at least fifteen minutes the men were release one at a time and instructed to release the content of their bowels over the drain in the middle of the floor.

Red with embarrassment but overcome with the urgency to evacuate they readily performed the required functions.  As the procedure was repeated twice more they were told that in subsequent days they would learn to administer the enema to each other and it would be part of their daily routine.

Satisfied that the enema had been complete the men showered to rid any lasting effects of their first enemas. As soon as Dale grabbed a bar of soap and started to bring it to his body, the attendant reminded him that he could not touch himself, but instead was to wash Jon. Though each of the men continued to turn a deeper red they complied and hurriedly completed their task.  Each man tried to look otherwise, but when instructed to care for each other’s privates, could not help but notice the stiffening taking place.  By the end of the shower both men were quite hard. Told to plane off the excess water they stood under a current of air to assist their drying.  Barely dried they were escorted to another room.

Upon entering the room they were reminded of a dungeon as the only contents were a frame placed predominantly in the center of the room and another set of cuffs attached to the wall in front of the frame. Opposite was a large mirror allowing the frame and the area of the wall with the cuffs to be reflected.  Hanging around the room on hooks were whips, rolled and neatly placed.  There were other items looking like weight belts, wide and solid leather with a single buckle to fasten them. Dale was escorted to the wall cuffs and secured.  Jon was pushed to the frame and once he had been tightened down the frame was tilted upright bringing him to a standing position with his face away from Dale. As soon as he was upright another man entered covered only in a tight fitting skimpy pair of leather shorts, leather bands around his biceps and heavy black leather work boots.  Standing at over six foot in height this man was pure muscle.  Every bulge accentuated his overpowering masculinity and menacing presence. As the attendant placed one of the belts around Jon’s waist the man chose a whip from the wall and uncoiling it, snapped it several times in the area in front of Jon. As Jon felt the terror pass through his body he could see terror also rising in the expressions of Dale, suspended on the far wall.

Craig entered the room and began his explanation.  “Dale, Jon has committed an offense that has taken another’s life.  For this, he is going to be punished, but this is only the beginning.  He will receive fifty lashes. Let’s just say that afterward he will be of a different mindset and more capable to receive what is ahead of him. You presence here is twofold.  You too could receive the same if at any time in the future your actions warrant a need for drastic correction.  Let this be a reminder to you of what can happen.  Secondly under the buddy system this is the one time you will not be receiving Jon’s punishment for him but you need to witness what pain he will endure. Let this serve as a lesson you do not wish to experience. Whip master begin!” Craig turned and left the room.

As the first shot rang out, the whip contacted Jon’s shoulders, all the air was forced from his body and pain as he had never known blinded him.  He heard a scream that seemed to burst his ear drums only to realize that he was the one screaming.  Before he could gasp for breath a second shot landed across his buttocks.  Had he not been given an enema he knew he would have embarrassed himself further as he lost control of all bodily functions and his bladder released itself.  He was losing all consciousness of his surroundings only the excruciating pain rising in his body entered his mind.  As each subsequent blow assaulted him he felt himself disassociating from any reality. This had to be a nightmare; pain such as this could not exist.

Dale’s body jerked each time the whip snapped with the thunderous crash as it lashed at Jon’s body.  In the mirror he could see the agony so clear on Jon’s face. Jon’s back was right in front of him and he could see every welt and tear in the skin as the whip retreated from the skin.  The odor of Jon’s piss permeated the room as the scents of the sweat from all the men added to the orchestration assaulting his nostrils.  He was not feeling the brunt of the whip physically, but psychologically he was experiencing each and every blow.  The sight before him soon brought him to the same pinnacle as Jon, his bladder too released.

After the fifteenth stroke Jon passed out.  The whip master halted and after reviving Jon with a splash from a bucket of cold salt water Jon cried in pain as the assault commenced again.

Jon was to pass out two more times and be revived similarly before he received the full fifty lashes. As he hung on the frame his body wracked with pain, he did find a totally different mindset present.  Whatever it would take, whatever he must do, at all costs he must never put himself into a position to go through this hell again. Once he was splashed again with a bucket of salt water, an attendant brought in a hose and began to hose down the room and its two remaining occupants.   With assistance, the two men were released from their bindings and drug from the room.  In yet another room Jon’s back was treated with a salve that burned as it was applied but soon began to lessen the pain he was experiencing from the back of his thighs to his shoulders.  The only area that had been spared was that just about the middle of his midsection where the belt had covered him.

The tip of the whip had encircled his body and damaged his chest, especially around the area of his nipples and had torn hair from his pits.

Allowed to rest Jon quickly fell to sleep. His body in shock, its only release was the welcome unconsciousness.

Dale was mentally overloaded and though he slept, it was a difficult sleep filled with nightmares of his own body receiving the same type of treatment.

“Mr. Hollingsworth?  Craig Bellows here.  Mr. Williams has signed his new contract with us and is starting immediately. He will not be returning to your offices.”

“Mr. Bellows, thank you.  You have taken care of what could have been a very unfortunate turn of events for our firm.  I will make all necessary arrangements.  The staff will simply be informed that Mr. Williams has been assigned to a client requiring his services out of the country and he will not be returning to our offices.  I’ll send any thing left in his office over to you. I presume you have made arrangement to handle all his other personal affairs?”

“Certainly, they are being dealt with as we speak. Good bye sir.  I’ll be in contact.”

“Thank you again. Good bye for now.”

True to his word Craig’s men were at that moment moving the last of Dale’s possessions out of his apartment and the lease had been cancelled.  His bank accounts had been closed and the total money confiscated after full liquidation was being donated to a local charity dealing with alcoholism.

The same fate had met the estate of Jon Acres.  His employer had been notified that Jon had been in an accident and would of course, not be returning to work.  Since he had spent the thirty days in jail there wasn’t any outstanding payroll for him, so it was mostly just a matter of record keeping for his past employer.  Likewise his apartment lease had been cancelled and his assets liquidated and donated to the same charity.

Unaware of how long they had been able to sleep Dale and Jon were roughly shaken awake and ordered to follow their guard.  They were escorted to another room where their wrists were bound in cuffs and pulled up above their heads until their feet were almost ready to leave the floor.  A bar was then placed between their ankles and the tech who had first given them their enemas began to shave them from the shoulders down.  When he attended to their groins their pubes were shortened to a half inch long and left as a single bar just above their dicks.  All other hair was shaven away.  When he had rinsed them off he lowered them back down to the floor and forcing them to kneel before him, he ran the clippers over their scalps leaving but a scarce sixteenth of an inch.  With two quick swipes their brows disappeared.  After rinsing, they were lead to still another room where they were promptly restrained with their buttocks up in the air.  A band of steel held their midsections firmly and shackles made movement of their arms or legs impossible.

Within a few minutes another individual entered the room and opened a cabinet in the wall.  Flipping on a switch he then turned to the men and explained that they were about to be branded.  Jon would receive a large “A” for alcoholic, and Dale would receive a large “E” for enabler.  They should consider themselves fortunate that the branding would be done with newer style equipment.  No hot branding but a super cold nitrogen branding iron that did a lot better job with a different type of pain.  Not the burning flesh result of a hot iron.

Before the idea of what was to transpire could be fully understood the iron was taken from its holder and firmly placed against the Jon’s right butt-cheek. Again a different but overwhelming pain attacked Jon’s senses.  In the time it took to grab the other tool, Dale received his application of the branding iron and experienced a pain as he had never before felt.

Putting away the irons and turning them off the tech then sat down and pulled their files.  Opening them he spoke first to Jon. “Let’s see your birthday is 08/15/76, is that correct?”

“Yes sir,” whispered Jon as he tried to regain some sense of control over his emotions.

“Ok 19 for the first two digits of the year 081576 then a 1 and we just need to calculate the check digit. “190815761 - double the one that’s 2 plus 9 that’s 11 drop the ten that’s 1 double 0 is zero plus the 1 is 1 add 8 that makes 9 double the next 1 that’s two plus the 9 makes 11 minus 10 gives us one double the 5 that 10 so we add that to the one and that gives us eleven drop the ten and we have 1 add the 7 that gives us 8 double the 6 that’s 12 add 8 that gives us 20 drop the tens that gives us 0 add 1 that gives us 1, subtract that from 10 and that gives us 9. That’s our check digit so your Slave Identification Number is 1908157619.

Dale your birthday is 11/07/73?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

Well by the same method of calculation, double add etc. your Slave Identification Number is.1911077310.”

The tech then pulled another device from the cabinet and setting the dials attached the device to Jon upper arm. When he pushed the button the machine started to make a whirring noise. After a minute it stopped and the tech removed the device.  Neatly tattooed across Jon’s upper arm was his SIN.  The procedure was repeated after resetting the dials on the device, when it was removed Dale’s arm now had his SIN in the prominent one inch high numerals across his upper left arm.

Jon was moved to a gurney in the room and again secure down. The tech approached with standard tattooing equipment and referred to his file folder.

“This next tattoo will take a little longer as I need to do it by hand.  Since you have taken a life, over your heart your body will have inscribed the message “Property of” and then we will list first “B. S.” for Betty Sanders, the last lady who died because of your ignorance.  Should we discover any other names of individuals whose lives you have stolen away their initials will be added to the list. The purpose of this list is to remind you daily of those lives who now own your soul. Between this and your brand you should never forget what you’ve done.” The tech then began his task and when finished the tattoo had been applied as prescribed.

Dale continued to cry freely as his restraints continued to hold him in his uncomfortable position and the realization came over him of what he had been party too and how his life was now changed forever. His body marked so that all could see.

When Jon’s tattoo was completed, the tech drew blood for testing and then drew blood as well from Dale.  Dale was moved to another gurney and restrained again.  The doctor entered and checked over both men insuring their state of health.

Moved and locked into a barred enclosure the men were given a bar apiece and told to eat them.  Water was supplied and they were left alone.

The following morning they were introduced into what would become their daily routine.  After arising they were given the opportunity to relive themselves but only with a hole in the floor, no toilet, and no privacy.  There were always guards present and they had various types of weapons from tawses to stun units similar to what Jon had experienced.  Any hesitation in following an order and some type of pain would be inflicted.  They learned to give each other enema’s and soon were able to do so without pause. The most difficult task at first was when they were told to suck each other off in the shower each morning.  They both received some form of punishment a few times for hesitating but soon overcame any resistance and incorporated the task into their morning shower routine.  They bathed each other and with the razors provided under careful supervision, shaved each other, attending to the entire body as they had been instructed.

Following their morning clean-up period they were given the bars again for their meal and then taken to an outdoor area where after being introduced to Bill their trainer, they were forced through a program of calisthenics before taken to a gym where every type of exercise machine was utilized to bring their body into shape.  Any slackening of their efforts brought forth a cane either across the back or the ass of their buddy.  Water was given at noon and another bar was given to them in the evening. At various times during the day some member of the staff would require their services and they would be instructed to either suck them off or bend over so they could be fucked.  In the evening after showers and another enema they would be locked into their cell together.  The cell was kept somewhat on the cool side and other than a thin pad on the floor no other bedding was provided.  The men soon became accustomed to cuddling together during the night to retain their body heat and as the days and weeks passed they became much closer physically and emotionally as they learned to please each other in all forms of sexual contact.

A matter of a few weeks had passed and it came time for Evan to start classes in the nearby Anderson Academy. Evan was interested in swimming and music so it had been arranged for him to attend special practices and instruction after the regular school day in those areas. This resulted in Evan leaving about 7:30 in the morning and not returning until approx. 4 o’clock in the afternoon. This schedule allowed the outdoor training to take place without Evan ever being aware of it. Rainbow moped around the house during the day, usually pestering the cook since she had become so close to him and his master.  Besides when Evan did return he normally came first into the kitchen to find his snack and Rainbow was right there to meet him.

The men did not have a problem balancing their time between the company, their new “training school” and their son/grandson.

George was doing well in rehab and by the end of September had gotten rid of the wheel chair.  It was a night of celebration when George walked into the dinning room that evening.  Even Rainbow seemed overly enthused. Several discussions had been held with Taylor and the men felt they were in a position to expand their training. The original intention was to create the program to reduce the incidence of DWI by removing the most offensive from the streets.  Taylor had managed to get a list of those drivers in the area who had been convicted more than once for DWI and gotten off easy. Through careful backroom conversations with several other officers he felt he could trust, Taylor had distributed the lists to a few other officers.  They had also been given a special means of communication and all readily agreed if they came across one of the individuals on the list in the commission of a DWI they would offer a special alternative to being drug into court again.

Unknowingly when the subject took the bait he soon found himself in a position he would never have dreamed about.  He would become a new inductee into the special training school.  The officers were careful in their screening of candidates and those who were snagged deserved to be in the program.  Slowly the streets of Phoenix were becoming safer.

The city fathers and the chief of police were all bragging about how the statistics were improving and how much safer the city was becoming.  Little did they realize that none of their efforts had been responsible.

As they approached the New Year the facility had grown to accommodate over twenty individuals.  In the process of investigating the possible candidates they were a few other unsavory characters who had been enablers like Dale.  They too had found themselves in a position of slavery, convinced that the “Voluntary Servitude” was the only out available to them.  The local charities were overwhelmed with the donations given them over the last short period of time. They did embark on a program to stop kids from drinking before they became alcoholics.  The school programs were flourishing with enthusiasm.

With the influx of individuals into the program the staff, Bill, Greg, Craig, Phil, Taylor and George decided on some basic tenets.  If a violator had caused the loss of life, he was treated as Jon had been and would never be freed.  If the violation had not caused the loss of a life and after psychological testing the doctors felt that there was a chance that the person could be rehabbed then they would set into place where this could be brought about.  If the offense had been a first or second time but his conviction could have dire effects on his lively-hood they would direct him through a different program; difficult, humiliating but designed to restore him to his previous life with certain limitations.

Approaching the one year mark it was decided that Jon had been completely broken and retrained as a slave.  Due to the severity of his actions and the fact that he had taken the life of George’s wife and Evan’s grandmother it was decided that Jon would be sold.  Greg had learned of a means of disposing of a slave at a profit through either of two facilities in Dahra a country in the Mid-East where slavery was an everyday part of life. Arranging passage was not as difficult as originally thought but without hesitancy Craig managed to get Jon crated safely and transported to Dahra. He was sold in a matter of days and the proceeds were wired to Craig.  This would be the method of disposing of this classification of slaves from now on.

The program continued successfully retraining some, removing some from the country completely, and surprisingly enough when the least offensive finished training and were given the opportunity to return to society once they found the rules under which they would be monitored to guarantee continued adherence to the rules, they usually offered their service to the training facility and became part of the staff.  Some of them worked on the grounds and some chose to work elsewhere to support the efforts of the facility according to their background and expertise.

Evan found a special friend at school and quickly developed a close relationship.  Many evenings the men would find not only Evan but his friend Bobby at their dinner table.  On other nights Evan would not be present and the men would be informed that Evan had been invited to spend the evening with Bobby at his home.  Phil was always consulted prior to these happenings but never objected as the boys made quite a pair.  Between the two of them and Rainbow laughter could always be heard in whichever house the boys were at.  Special arrangements had even been made that when the boys were transported to one location or another it was made sure that Rainbow was included.

Sleepovers only occurred on the week-ends but Rainbow stood guard over both boys in whomever’s bedroom the boys would be.

As the boys approached the age of ten they started to get curious about certain subjects mainly those of a sexual nature.  Evan could always approach any of the men in his house and ask any question he desired so he became a fount on information for both of the boys.  If a question arose, Evan would decide how to poise the question and get the answer and then he would share it with Bobby. This openness led to some pretty frank discussions between Evan and Bobby and before long as would many boys, the two were exploring each others bodies trying to find and understand the mysteries within.  Evan was unashamed to be nude in front of his father or grandfathers and they were never prudish in front of him.  Showers together were common and unless ladies were present, and they usually weren’t, suits were unheard of in the swimming pool at home and never in the Jacuzzi. Bobby and Evan continued to explore each others bodies and often spent time in each others bed just holding one another or massaging each other. Kissing was never considered taboo between them.

Phil found them embraced one evening when checking on them during a sleepover and though, he questioned whether he should interfere, after consulting with his Dad’s, it was decided that to do so might cause more harm than good. Perhaps they should just monitor them and discuss limits appropriate for their ages.

Evan and Bobby were at the top of their class scholastically.  Both were swimming and enjoying music.

The time seemed to pass so quickly.  Before anyone realized it the time came for the boys to start middle school.

The training school had become well established known only to the persons in need of knowing.  A tight band of officers constantly kept look out for offenders needing to be removed from society due to their drinking.  Attorney’s and other court personnel were careful in their actions as rumor spread that anyone enabling drunks seemed to disappear.

Taylor was patrolling along the edge of town when he noticed a car in front of him swerving back and forth, the driver seemed to speed up only to slow down.  Quickly thinking this might be another DWI he refrained from calling in any information and began his standard traffic stop to determine the problem.

Walking up to the stopped car he repeated his normal instructions, “License and registration please.” Taking the documents from the hands of the driver he could smell the odor of whiskey emanating from the car.

He returned to his car and checked his list.  Ted Dunbar, the name was on the list.  One previous DWI somehow dismissed.  He was a private investigator, worked with Children and Family Services.  Why would this guy fuck things up like this? Maybe, though he wasn’t a hard case the program would be just the thing to straighten him out before something happened.  He placed a special call to the facility intake board.  Acceptance and pickup arrangements were quickly made.

Taylor returned to the car and requested the driver to get out of the car. Upon doing so he administered a breathalyzer test and found him to be over the legal limit.

As Taylor continued his interrogation Dunbar freely admitted that he had been drinking.  He had a bad day and stopped to have a few beers, which readily turned into a few too many beers along with chasers.  Yes, he had been pulled over before but managed to beat the wrap, but if he was convicted it would jeopardize his job, not only as a private investigator but more seriously his agency position working with Children and Family Services.  Taylor then asked him if he would like to pursue an alternative. In his drunken state but realizing all he had to lose if he couldn’t fix this he agreed, not knowing what he was agreeing to. Before he realized what was happening Ted Dunbar was escorted into the back of a black van.  Surrendering his keys, another individual followed in his Ted’s car.

Officer Taylor returned to his patrol maintaining his radio silence.

Upon arriving to an unknown location Ted was escorted to what appeared to be an interrogation room.

As the door opened Craig entered the room carrying a file with him. “Ted, I understand that you are an investigator working with Children and Family Services.  How long have you been in that position? asked Craig.

“About ten years. Why do you ask?”

“How many investigators work with the department?”

“I’m usually the only one, at least for Mrs. Lloyd. She seems to prefer me to do her leg work for her.

“

“Mrs. Lloyd?”

“Yes Mrs. Lloyd, Why?”

“Where you involved in a case a few years back involving a Judy Sanders and her son Evan?”

“Yeah, the kid’s real father was some rich guy named Phil Forester if I remember right.”

“Ted remain seated, I’ll be right back.”

To be continued...

Posted: 08/27/10