Keith & Dean

By: Ron Robbins
(© 2011 by the author)
Editor: Frank Perry

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Chapter 3

Keith's narrative:

A month has passed since my birthday and Dean never mentioned our talk. Knowing him as I do, I knew he was mulling it over in his mind and it was going to take time before he could assimilate everything. I was so relieved to know that   he was not angry with me for not telling him that I was gay when he moved in with me. He was definitely not homophobic, nor did he treat me any differently after that night after my revelation.

Dean is a clean-cut guy from a wholesome loving family. Thank God, he was not one of those righteous types who think homosexuals are wicked and should be ostracized by society. I knew Dean would broach the subject again when he was ready.

The first week at Tech was confusing, to put it mildly; as luck would have it, we both were able to take the same classes. By the end of our first month, we settled into a regular routine. Dean landed a part time job as a computer research assistant at one of the law firms in Perimeter Center. At least he was making use of his computer skills and I knew he felt better in knowing that he was earning a salary. Of course, I continued to pay him a salary to take care of me.

My internist gave me a clean bill of health. However, he wanted me to go slow on my usual exercise routine. The Physical Therapist at Emory worked out a program that would gradually bring me back up to where I was before my operation. Fortunately, there was an excellent spa right in the Colony Square complex, which I used every day. Dean would drop me off after our last classes each day then take off for his part time job. Since, Dean was working every day, and I was home every afternoon, I cooked dinner and Dean did the washing-up.

After two months, I began to feel my strength returning. The dull pain in my back and chest was gone, and for the first time since my beating, I felt good. Up to this time, I had not had the desire to concentrate on my plan to pay back my uncle, and his boys.

Shortly after I was able to speak coherently, I retained the services a top criminal attorney in Atlanta. He advised me on a plan to even the score with Norm, Ken, and my uncle. My uncle had no idea that he would be instrumental in my plan to destroy both Ken, and Norm's families. Although, part of the plan might be considered illegal in Georgia, it was legal in Mississippi. It was essential that I keep everything legal on the off chance that the Federal Government stepped into the case.

My uncle was the key link in my plan. I wanted to come down on him hard, yet, I couldn't risk a scandal that would hurt my company, or our family's good name.

My first task was view every S&M porno tape my uncle made. I edited the tapes and removed those portions that would expose some of the people who could be hurt.

It was amazing how many prominent men were on those tapes. They were not important to my case, and I didn't want to make any enemies. It took several weeks to complete the final version.

Finally, I edited the videos my uncle made of me with Norm and Ken and their friends. This editing took the most time, because I did not want to be recognized, in any of the tapes. Satisfied that the tapes were perfect, I made several duplicates and was ready to set my plan in motion.

My next target was Bruno. Bruno was easy to find. He was still working for the same security agency. In spite of what happened, I liked Bruno. I called his boss and had him fly up to Atlanta for a meeting with me and my lawyer.

After I learned he was the one who was responsible for saving my life, I went a little easier on him. Yet, I didn't let him off the hook for letting the beating go on as long as it had.

My attorney laid it out for him and gave him his choices. Either he could cooperate with us, or he would be charged as an accessory to a felony, and for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. In addition, he could also be charged with aiding and abetting in the execution of a felony, and aggravated assault.

Bruno was crushed. It was the first time I ever saw him lose his cool. He agreed to cooperate with us and gave my lawyer his statement.

After the meeting, my attorney gave me the go ahead to send my surprise package to my uncle. I waited three days and called my uncle. When he answered the phone, I said, "Did you receive my package, Jeb?"

He spoke very softly, "We've got to talk," Jeb said.

"We are talking," I said. "Jeb, I want you to keep your mouth shut and listen to what I have to say. I am only going to say it once. In addition to the tapes and the letter you received, I have a copy of every deal you've made for the last three years.

Not only can I substantiate every deal, but I can link the cash deposits you've made to your offshore banks. In addition, I have telephone records of all the calls you made to the private telephone numbers of your Mafia contacts and their bagmen. I also have witnesses, and proof, that you ordered that little going away party for me."

"Oh my God," Jeb said. "You're going to destroy me; I may as well take a gun and shoot myself." Jeb keep mumbling and crying into the telephone.

"Get control of yourself and listen," Keith said. "I really don't care what you do after I'm finished with you. Now pay attention."

"You are to going to transfer all your shares of the company and the deed to the plantation over to me. I strongly recommend that you leave the country before I take on Ken and Norm. Among the packet of papers is a release my attorneys have prepared for you to sign. In addition, there is an affidavit stating that Ken and Norm were the men responsible for beating me up."

"If my attorneys do not receive the signed documents within ten days, they will take everything to the Federal Attorney in Atlanta and let them deal with you. I know you don't need it, but I don't plan to cheat you out of your inheritance. You will receive fair market value for your forty-five percent of the stock in the company. Of course, you won't get it in a one lump sum. You can work out a payment schedule with our corporate attorneys."

"What do you mean my 45-percent?" Jeb said. "I own 50-percent of the stock."

"Not any more, you don't. I now control 55-percent of the stock of Lindstrom Plantations as of last month. Believe me it was all done honestly according to Great-grandfather's Will. You can check that out with our corporate attorneys if you don't believe me."

"Since this is the last time we will ever speak again, I would like to know why you treated me the way you did. For God's sake, I'm your own flesh and blood, and your only surviving relative. What could I possibly have done to make you hate me so much? I lost my whole family and needed your guidance and understanding. Instead, I got a cold-hearted sadistic bastard that wanted to see me dead. Well you taught me a valuable lesson, Jeb ... you taught me how to hate."

"I never meant to treat you that way," Jeb said. "I've never hated you in spite of how it turned out. The truth is I loved you, and always have. This S&M thing took control of my mind. I'm a sick man, Keith."

"I don't believe this," Keith said. "If that's how you show your affection, I'd hate to learn what would have happened if you'd hated me. You're still young enough to have a wholesome life, Jeb. My advice, for what it's worth, is to see a good shrink and work out your problems before someone ends up killing you.

"You should try to be like your brother; he was a great man. I feel sorry for you, but I can never forgive you for what you did to my life. Don't every try to contact me again. Goodbye, Jeb." I hung up the telephone before he could answer.

My campaign to ruin the Thornton's and the Grant's was in the works, but I needed my uncle's cooperation before I could move against them. Both families had relied heavily on Lindstrom Corporations for their survival.

Once I had gained complete control of the corporation, it was an easy matter to destroy them. When my uncle returned the signed papers, I had the advantage I needed to break Ken and Norm. I couldn't wait to tell Dean of this news when he got home.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/30/12