Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2012 21:43:56 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revisited 19

Amoral
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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19:  Mystery Solved And Excitement

The next morning at Carl's office, I handed Dennis, Andy and Grover a $20
bill each and told them to find an ice-cream soda.  Andy held out his hand
and I realized he raised the price to include my car keys.  I paid it.
Carl's secretary thought that was so cute.  It was, I guess.

Carl gave us a brief rundown and what he had learned and told us not to
react to anything he said to the grandparents.  We will tell them what we
know only if it will further our cause.  That cause is to get them to go
away quietly.

Larry came in and whispered something to Carl.  He excused himself and came
back in a few minutes with an earthenware jar.  Eric looked at it closely
and began to cry realizing it was his mother's ashes.  He quickly dried his
eyes and then got a devilish look on his face.

"They don't believe in cremation do they?"  Eric asked.

Larry answered, since Carl and I had no idea, "Correct, they are about as
hypocritical as it comes.  Let's see what they say when you suggest the urn
be interred in the family plot."

"Yes?"

I gave the zip lock bag to Carl and he put it in the file.  We got some
coffee and pop for Eric.  Carl outlined his approach and told us what he
wanted us to say and what he did not want us to say.  He did not want us
volunteering any information but we should answer direct questions as
honestly as possible but stop with nothing additional added.  I think we
all understood what that was to mean.

The grandparents and their lawyer arrived.  Everyone was introduced.  Larry
was the only one to know all the parties.  Mr. and Mrs. Sournson went on
the offensive right off.  They simply demanded that Eric come and live with
them.  Their lawyer seemed unable to get them under control.  Carl just let
them dig.  When he had enough I got the signal.  I slammed my fist on the
table.

"I don't know what this is all about but I can tell you two things right
off.  First, nothing, absolutely nothing, will be done here or anyplace
else, that does not meet Eric's best interest.  Second, nothing, absolutely
nothing, will be done that does not meet Eric's approval."

I turned to Eric and offered him the floor.

"Thank you Mat.  I have nothing to say on the matter at this point except,
I am not prepared to sit here and be talked about like a slab of meat.  I
am a person, with feelings and thoughts and ideas.  My humanity will be
respected.  The wishes of my late mother and her memory will be respected.
Speaking to that, it was her desire to be cremated and her ashes placed in
the family plot, next to those of her paternal grandfather."

The shock on the Sournson's faces said it all.  I guess Larry's speculation
was correct.  He took no satisfaction that I could see in it.

"That simply can not be allowed to happen," Mr. Sournson said.  "It is
sacrilegious."

"Okay, you are not willing to respect the burial request of your daughter.
It puzzles me, Jasper why my client should even consider accepting your
clients offer of shelter, let us proceed then.  Do you mind if I ask a few
questions Eric?"  Carl said.

Eric yielded the floor to Carl with a sweep of his hand.  (Jasper is the
first name of the Sournson's lawyer.)

"In your court deposition and motion, to set aside the existing legal
contract and guardianship agreement, you seem to offer no legal or
precedent reasons," Carl said.

"I think it is clear in our deposition that my clients believe the
agreement was signed under some kind of duress," Jasper responded.

"Jasper, not one word of this speculation is backed up by any evidence or
even personal knowledge.  Eric tells me he has never even met any other
relatives, except Larry and his late partner Art.  I know no pressure was
applied since I am the one who drafted and negotiated this agreement on
behalf of my client, Eric.  Larry was present for all but the final
signing, which took place in this room.  Would you like to hear the tape of
that meeting?"

Jasper did not and just shrugged his shoulders.  Obviously he just wrote
what his clients told him to write.  This went on for some time.

"Lets cut to the chase here.  As to offering a financially sound future for
Eric you have offered no evidence of it.  I took the liberty of having a
credit check run on your clients.  They scored 5.5." He pushed the paper
across the table.  "I had a financial check run on Mat too.  He scored
9.8. His net worth is 10 times that of the Soursen's and given his youth
and education, it is only likely to grow.  Given the ages of Mr. and Mrs
Sournson theirs is only likely to diminish.  Your filing also states that
Eric has a substantial inheritance that you feel is best managed by
yourselves.  If you are estranged from your daughter for all these years,
how could you possibly know that?"

Now I understood why Carl wanted us to be quiet and let him run the
meeting.

Mr. Sournson responded, "I know that because I know how much money my
father left to her."

"Well how much and in what form or is this just another one of your lies
and speculations?"  Carl demanded.

I could see where this was going and I liked it, oh did I like it.  Eric
was just a bit confused.  I could see it on his face.

"I think you had better answer that question and withdraw that challenge."
Jasper said to his client.

"No, I will not answer that and I will not withdraw my challenge," Sournson
said.

Mrs. S just looked at her husband.  I don't know if she was afraid of him
or if it was just being the man of the house she felt forced to go along.
Larry just shook his head.

"Jasper did you draw up the late Bill Sournson's Will?" Carl asked.  He
proceeded to pull a copy from his file.

"Yes, you know I did, since you have a copy of it."

"I also have a copy of the Executor's report to the court, showing that all
monies were distributed, taxes paid and so on."  Carl pulled that out too,
passing them to Jasper.  "As you can see it shows that Sonja was to receive
$500,000.  However, Sonja's bank and tax records do not show this.  That
Mr. Sournson, is called fraud," Carl said.

Eric interrupted, "Does that mean mom worked two jobs just to keep us in
that small apartment and food on the table?"  His started to cry and get
very red.

"That is exactly what it means Eric.  Your great-grandfather died 6 years
ago," Larry said, with much anger in his voice.

Carl looked at me to signal it was my turn.

"Jasper, I think you should withdraw this challenge and I think a letter of
apology to the court, Carl and myself is in order.  Just say you're sorry,
the information provided by your former client was less than truthful.  I
would also charge him double for your wasted time.  Mr and Mrs Sournson, I
expect you to make full restitution to Eric, anyone else cheated by your
misconduct and to voluntarily report your misdeeds to the IRS and the
courts."

Carl interrupted, "Less $25,000, if some of that money was used to purchase
a life insurance policy on Sonja, naming Eric as beneficiary.  That check
will be posted to Eric's trust fund as soon as it arrives."

"Okay, you only need to pay back $475,000, at, let me see, at 5% simple
interest, from the date of the supposed distribution.  That is 23,750 X 6 =
142,500 more or less plus 475,000 = 617,500 and growing.  It can be paid
into Eric's trust account. Consider it a mortgage on your estates.  Work
out the repayment schedule and method with Carl.  Eric and I do not even
want to know the details of it.

We do have one more question for you.  That question comes from Eric's
physician.  We want to know who his biological father was and should it be
needed, we expect you and your family to assist in providing genetic
material, i.e. DNA samples," I announced.

With this Eric's attention was focused on the Sournsons.

"Sonja told us it was my father in law, Bill.  We never believed her and we
never asked him either.  When we read the Will it was obvious," Mrs
Sournson said and immediately began crying.

Eric just shook his head in disbelief.  "I think my mom's ashes get buried
as she requested too, don't you?"  Eric stated.

That ended that.

The Sournson's departed. Carl told us he would not have any more difficulty
with them.  Even the hint of noncooperation and the documents and tape go
to Leo and the court.  Those letters will raise a whole raft of questions.
The IRS people will be less than pleased but if taxes were properly paid no
legal problems.  If not it is pay back time, at, I believe, a times ten
escalator.  We talked over what happened.  Not that any clear explanation
came out.  Carl reviewed Eric's trust fund.  It had 1.5 million in
insurance money and about 8 K in other earnings.  That is when Eric learned
all the money Sonja sent and most of what Larry contributed went into it.

Eric thought for a moment.  "Well, I think you three better make sure Simon
uses some of that cash.  I don't want my dad to feel he is...," the kid
stopped and looked at Carl.  The penny dropped and Carl turned off the
tape.  "paying for my ass," Carl turned it on again, "...taking all my
expenses from his own pocket.  I know you won't let me just spend it but
for things, trips to Disney Land and stuff, that are educational, right?"
We all laughed and shook hands.

"To be fair I don't know how much of that inheritance you will realize.
Some but probably not the full amount.  I will squeeze but not too hard.  I
have some ideas on how to protect your interests which we need not
speculate on," Carl added.

Eric was right, Simon should be able to use some of that cash for his
living costs. Larry thought the trust fund should at least buy his airfare
to Arizona.  Once Simon adopts him, Larry will no longer contribute to the
trust.  I would have him stop now but he said a deal is a deal.  Eric did
not mention his modeling money or other summer/part time earnings.  That
cash is in a different trust or his personal account.

Once things become clearer the trust directors need to make some decisions
and policies.  I think we need to keep a close eye on how that money is
being invested and how it is growing.  Part of what we do will depend on
what Simon's divorce settlement looks like.  I am sure Ray will become her
boy-toy for the next few years.  Melissa is in her mid 30's.  I find that
women seem to become more sexually active and more demanding of physical
satisfaction between mid 30's to mid 40's.  Men seem to reach their sexual
peak late teens and early 20's.  Soon the girls will be old enough for her
to seek full time employment outside the home. She will probably stay in
the high end real estate business.  I'm sure a good looking and intelligent
boy-toy like Ray will be as much an asset on her arm as in her bed.

Carl went home to his family.  Everyone else gathered at Simon's.  We let
Eric tell the story from his point of view.  He was more magnanimous toward
the Sournsons then I would have expected.  Simon was blown away, not just
by the story but by Eric's attitude.

Larry, Leo and Grover went home.  Dennis, Andy and I stayed the night with
Simon and Eric.  Dennis was turning into the hottest thing around.  I knew
he and all the boys could fuck and liked to fuck.  I just had no clue how
much more Dennis wanted and even required until now.  Not that I mind
taking him on or he minded taking me on.  With the almost extreme size of
his cock and the extreme length of his tongue, I think he will make a first
rate porn actor or even well paid escort.  I have no desire to pimp him but
both he and Andy will need competent management in the very near future.  I
think Dennis has it hard for older men.  I'm not sure what type or how much
older.

The summer progressed as summers do.  I won't go into all the mundane
detail.  By fall Eric's adoption came through and we lost another house
mate.  Simon and Eric, like Leon and Grover made many weekend visits and
often traveled with us as Simon's schedule would allow.  I did a couple of
studies for the village and made weekly visits to the resort.  Mostly I
worked on the Chicago project.

Simon was not keen on Eric's modeling aspirations but he went along with
it.  The money was good and Eric did not seem to suffer from the
experience.  Dennis was another matter.  I asked him what he thought about
modeling and the associated enterprises that may result.  He seemed to lack
confidence in his abilities.  Andy helped me teach him some basics and I
took a short series of him in speedos and undies.

Xavor was most impressed and emailed back saying so and insisted Dennis
come to Chicago with me for an audition shoot.  Andy and I explained just
what that was to mean in this specific instance.  Once his eyes returned to
normal size and Andy and I both fucked him, he was most willing to give it
a try.  Xavor was more then pleased with the results of the audition, both
in the studio and in the private rooms.  He gave Dennis a contract
effective on his eighteenth birthday.

The three boys put on several suck and fuck three ways for the camera and
live audiences.  We were in Chicago for eleven days and after the third,
Dennis was in constant demand.  A good part of that was on the eleventh
floor.

In late August the porn crew came back for two weeks of shooting.  They
booked several more shoots over the winter so we would need to keep the
cabins open for them.  They liked the resort too but we did offer slightly
less commercial landscape and atmosphere, that enhanced several of their
story lines.  Not that these story lines are much to begin with.

My income was now back to what it had been the previous year so I was a
happy camper.  This gave Dennis a chance to see just what really went into
these things.  It certainly did not scare him off.

I cranked up the investment club in the late summer and prepared to
re-enter the markets, although in a very timid way.

My senior thesis advisor wanted me to apply for the masters program at
UW-Stevens Point.  I put him off until the winter semester.  Since I did
not need an assist-ship that would be okay.  I would still need to do a
little teaching and research.  I have no problem with that.  I figure the
resort will not need much of my time by then, the Chicago contract should
be completed by November and several other projects seemed small.

Getting back to the summer.  Andy got his sex camp after all.  Not anything
like he had envisioned.  A sex camp never the less.  We were contracted to
reopen our facility for sex, I mean six weeks of sex.  We would get six
boys, three for three weeks and one chaperone.  I think assistant pimp
would be a better description.  Nice enough fellow about my age.  I thought
we were too far off the beaten track.  I guess I was wrong.  I must say
these boys were very busy.  Larry was here full time for the period at a
substantial bonus.  We had agreed to provide meals which were served in the
games room.  The adults were required to bring their own hard libations.

The ones that stayed the night, adults that is, seemed to know the boy
already.  The ones just for a few hours seemed not.  We did get the
opportunity to learn about our guests.  No two stories were the same.  The
only common elements were: a willingness to trade their bodies for the
promise of a secure future and a profound loneliness that the sex helps to
fill.

Andy, Dennis, Eric and sometimes Grover spent the better part of this six
weeks working around the place, fishing, boating, water skiing, cycling and
so on.  Often in the company of the guests if they were not working.  One
of the boys told me he worked most weekends, a couple of nights a week
during school and full time during the summer.  Another told me his pimp
and the two assistants kept a very close eye on them.  Once they were
trained the only sex he gets is with clients.  He hopes to find a boyfriend
some day.

Another who's name is Danny told me his pimp just bought him from a harem
of nine other boys.  He is glad to be out of it, since he gets much more
sex with men and keeps some of the money he earns.  I pressed him for some
details.  He told me he had grown up in closed Mormon community where all
the girls were taken by the old men and the boys had no chance.  He was
forced to run for his life when his father learned he liked the other boys.

"All I know is I liked jacking off and if another boy would help all the
better.  This being gay isn't so bad."

He was recruited into the harem by one of the older boys.  This master,
(that is what he called him) was kind to him and all the others.  He said,
he was trained by the master and a couple of the older boys.

"I learned to like sex fast.  I liked it already I guess but sucking a fat
cock and taking it up your ass is not that difficult, when it is fun and
pleasurable.  What I didn't like was not having access to the master very
often.  I mean once a week if you were real lucky.  The older boys were not
mean or anything.  They seemed to fuck each other more then us.”

He does not know the details but he now works for his pimp and his
organization.  "I get to keep about 20% of the fees and all of my tips, the
rest goes to expenses and overhead."  I was impressed that a lad of 14
would understand the terms but he seemed to.

I was also impressed with who these clients were.  Many were people I
recognized.  In conversations with the assistant pimp, it became obvious
this was a very successful business model.  The organization provided
escorts in several large cities, to a very exclusive client list.  He told
me his preference is for women and the other assistant was "as gay as they
come", he looks after the girls.

"I take it the boss does not want you two messing with the merchandise," I
quipped.

"Yes, that but he wants them all just a little horny too.  The older
escorts are self managed and just booked through us.  I also must keep them
healthy, out of trouble and away from drugs.  It's bad for business you
know."

Just as the project was ending I got quite a shock.  I think I gave a shock
too.  One of the last customers to arrive came to the gate on a wonderful
bike.  It was a new HD Ultra Classic Electra Glide, I could not see his
face because of the helmet shield.  He gave the correct password and I
opened the gate.  The bike looked like it had just come from the factory.
It may well have, since the factory is in Milwaukee.  I think this thing
had every bell and whistle known to riders.  The machine was bright red and
probably cost upwards of 40 grand.

He pulled up and parked the bike.  Just then one of the boys, Jimmy, came
flying out of his cabin on the run for this man.  As he pulled off his
helmet I just about passed out.  It was one of my old bosses.  The head man
for the gulf coast.  The lad pulled Harlan into his cabin.  The assistant
pimp showed up to keep all the boys, mine included, away from the bike.

When Andy came in I must have looked like I had seen a ghost.  I know I
felt pale.  He told me I looked pale too.  Andy looked at the bike and back
to me.  He knew, I knew.

"Andy I think you should go into town and pick up some fresh fruit," I
said.

"Yes and a bottle of Scotch too?"  he asked.

"No, you're not old enough.  Some bike isn't it?” I commented.

"Wonder if there are any others in town?"  he replied.

I found my bottle of Scotch and poured two fingers.  I drank it neat and
warm.  Normally I sip it slowly, to enjoy the smoky flavor.  This time down
it went in one gulp.

In a few minutes I saw Jimmy and Harlan by the bike again.  Harlan opened
the saddle bags and rear utility box.  He handed Jimmy a new helmet and set
of leathers.  The kid was absolutely delighted, all he could do was keep
himself from jumping up and down or into Harlan's arms.  Harlan had some
other stuff in his hands and they went back to the cabin.

Now I did not know this man all that well.  I had met him many times and we
corresponded quite a bit.  That was all business.  This was not business.
He did not have his entourage with him and he was not wearing the club's
colors.  Harlan had a reputation for being as hard nosed as they come.  No
one ever said he was mean but being mean kind of goes with the turf.

The assistant pimp, Harlan and Jimmy came to the door.  I had no choice, I
answered, inviting them in.  From the look on Harlan's face it was obvious
he recognized me.  This was my turf, so I had the psychological advantage,
for what it was worth.  I suspected not much.

Harlan shook my hand and learned my name, Mat.  He wanted to know the gate
exit code, which I gave him.  He also asked if I could recommend a good
road to take Jimmy on.  Jimmy was now dressed in his own set of leathers
and carried his very fancy helmet.  I pulled out a county map and using a
highlighter traced what I thought was a good route with no gravel.

I turned to the computer and programmed in a gate entry code for him and
wrote it on the map.  He winked at me, said thanks and off they went for a
ride.  Andy returned a few minutes later.  He had some fruit in his hand.

"I only saw a pair of Gold Wings being ridden by a couple with very gray
hair," he reported with a wide smile.

Before we could say any more Eric and Grover came in.

"Where is Dennis?" I asked.

"Working for his dad.  He didn't need me today," Andy informed.  All Eric,
Grover, Larry and Andy wanted to talk about was the bike.  That night,
right after dinner, Eric and Grover went to the Point.  Andy and I cleaned
up and sat on the porch enjoying the evening.

"Jimmy and the guy on the bike didn't even come and eat," Andy observed.

"He introduced himself as Harlan.  I think the bike is almost off the
showroom floor,"

I replied,

"I've seen Harlan before you know."

"Where and when Andy?"

"In Mississippi about 6 years ago, as I recall."

"Did he see you?"

"No, that old bastard never let me meet any of his friends or others."

"What are you going to do Mat?"

"Nothing."

"But he must know and you know."

"Yes, I am sure he knows that someone who looks like Slats lives here.
This is my turf not his and not neutral.  He is a patron of our client.
The last thing he wants to do is expose himself or our client.  Like I
said, my turf.  Slats protected him and the organization five years ago and
Mat will do so now.  It is called reciprocity.  What ever happened in the
past is dead, like Slats.  We now have a different business relationship,
one that requires we each show good faith toward the other."

I sure as hell hoped that was and would be the case.  I am also sure I was
trying to convince myself as much as Andy.

"One more thing, you did not see any other bikers in town right.  Well that
means Harlen is on his own time, not the company's.  He has ditched the
others for several reasons.  The most important being, they must never know
he is sleeping with a boy.  For someone of his stature and reputation, a
girl old enough to bleed is okay but not a 14 year old boy.  His image is
to critical for that.  As I said, nothing."