Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2012 01:31:47 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revisited 5

Amoral
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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5: Settling Into The Community

Andy had wanted to post his name and picture on a web site for young
people.  It is kind of a bulletin board type thing with chat rooms and so
on.  I stopped him before he got to it and we had another long talk.  I
thought he could chat and all that but posting his picture was not a good
idea.  In fact, I thought it a poor idea to use our real names for anything
except stuff that was required, like credit card purchases.  The way I set
up our internet services, is all correspondence between us and them is
strongly encrypted.  Any mail or usenet posts are collected from us by an
FTP server and then are emailed or posted.  Same with incoming stuff, it is
collected and we down load via FTP.  They assured me any mail or Who Is
stops at their server.  That is my understanding of the situation anyway.
We also have a hard wired router and firewalls on our computers.  Being
Mac's they are hard to get into anyway.  In January I will reorganize all
of my credit cards and bank accounts for internet banking.

By mid December Andy started to grow some.  Normal growth is about 2"/year
and a lot more when in a growth spurt.  He was not in a spurt but he was
growing just enough to make his pants a little tight and short.  That is a
good thing I thought.  He could stand to put on a little weight, as long as
it's not too much.  The Doc told me a little fat around the middle was okay
in preparation for a growth spurt.

All in all we were setting into our first Wisconsin winter.  The snow came
in late November and little by little it built up.  I got us cross country
skis and we took some lessons.  It was fun.  I was having as much or more
than he was.  When the ice got thick enough we used the snow blower to
clear a small skating rink.  Neither of us had ever learned to skate on
ice.  It is a lot different from wheels.  We soon got the hang of it
though.  I guess I never quite grew up.

We had a quiet holiday, with Andy getting even more toys and stuff than he
ever could have expected.  My off shore investments were making lots of
money, so I began spending some.  He was thrilled and I guess I was too.  I
know he didn't expect anything like the pile of stuff I had amassed and I
sure didn't expect him to be as clever as he was, in getting me things.  I
had been giving him pocket money and putting 20 a week into a little
savings account for him.  That is something my parents always did for me.
I guess it was a good lesson and one I wanted to pass on to him.

Andy had decided I should have a hobby and the one he chose for me was
photography.  I must have told him I enjoyed taking pictures at some time
or another.  I sure don't remember saying that but it is true.  I always
liked being behind the camera not in front of it, that too is true.  He got
me a very fancy Cannon digital SLR with several lenses.  I know he didn't
have that kind of money in the bank.  The box came to the post office and I
brought it home.  It was well wrapped up and from Barney, addressed to
Andy.  I figured it was a present for me so I didn't open it.  I wanted to
and I had to fight hard with myself not to.  Keeping faith with Andy was
sure a lot more important than my curiosity.  I gave Andy my old point and
shoot. Well it was at least six weeks old.  I know Andy wanted a video
camera but right now I was not the least bit interested in any pictures of
us being in existence.  I don't even like the idea of bank machines and
other businesses taking surveillance photos of us, either.  What if they
ever get out and into the wrong hands.  I mean it is bad enough having your
photo in a passport or on your drivers license.  No sooner had I got the
thing out of the box than he was naked and posing for his man. He was some
disappointed that the battery needed to charge for several hours before the
thing could be used.  That was okay, we made love and played with his new
games.

Andy seemed to have made lots of friends; we had a long list of invitations
for dinner over the holiday and a steady stream of boys visiting.  They all
seemed to be nice kids, full of fun and laughing and giggling a lot.  His
friends' parents seemed eager to invite us and I guess get to know this
older brother/parent of their son's new playmate.  In all this I noticed
that Andy was quickly discarding his accent.  I figured by summer he would
sound like the others.  He was beginning to act just like a typical child
his age, just like the others.  I was pleased to see that.  Adjusting to
new social structures is important for his development.  Hell it is
important for mine too.  He is still very much my boy.  He never lets me
get too far away from him.  As long as he knows where I am he seems to feel
secure but whenever he realizes I am not where he thought I was, he seems
to panic and when we are in places like the mall he sticks to me like glue.

I found that I could order small sized men's undies from a Southeast Asian
web site.  I was able to get knockoffs of some very sexy, high fashion,
micro fibber butt covers for him.  They were just like mine.  These things
are made for the Asian market, in fact they are more like boys than men's
sizes.  I got the privilege of assisting him in the "try each one and take
off".  Yes!  Not that his body isn't available more or less on request, it
is.  I don't know if those shots and supplements are increasing his libido
or not; all I know is the boy has a desire for sex that sometimes exceeds
mine.  On school days it is fuck once and suck once or sometimes twice.
During the holiday I am sure we fucked twice and sucked so much my lips and
his were getting a little red and puffy.  Fortunately his mouth is a wide
one and he can open it quite well.  His come is just the sweetest stuff
imaginable.  He is and I too, are not just "cock eyed", we will often just
approach one another for a brief feel, often a non sexual touch and quick
kiss or two.  (I know, cockeyed means askew, silly or foolish, drunk.  Puns
once in a while are okay.)

In January, I began investing with real money.  I had developed several
portfolio models.  One model was the actual transactions and my reasoning.
Another kept track of my original acquisitions as if no changes were made.
Several others incorporated various investing philosophies or approaches
that could have been employed.  My plan was to review in a contrast and
compare, at the end of each quarter.  I wanted to test my assumptions and
decisions and see if they could be improved.  My first month showed a
substantial paper profit and a real profit too. Real profit was split, half
was left in the pool and half withdrawn.  The withdrawn portion will be
used for Andy and I.  My plan is to make enough money that we could live
off the withdrawn portions and stop spending our trust fund or my off shore
cash, for living expenses.  Since Barney had arranged for my off shore
money to pay the trust back, for the property loan and the Jeep's lease, as
well as the 100K seed money for the investments, I wouldn't need to show
any of that as income.  I just needed to make enough to pay sufficient tax,
not to draw any attention to ourselves.

January was a particularly cold and snow filled month and I quickly learned
two important things about winter driving.  One, slow down and two, be
prepared for anything, four wheel drive on ice is no better then two
wheels, when it comes to stopping.  Since I was making between three and
four trips a week to the Point for my classes (M.W.F.) and one Saturday
trip every other week to shop and take Andy to see Dr. Strommer; I soon had
the hang of it.  On Tuesday and Thursday I frequented the local coffee
shop.  Now that we had a little skating rink on the lake and learned to ice
skate, I noticed a lot of boys and a few girls started visiting with
skates.  It was fun but neither of us was ever going to make the NHL.  Not
me anyway.  Andy is young enough to learn but I don't think he is all that
into hockey.

In early February I got one hell of a shock.  I was slowly making my way to
the university, at about the half way point, I saw what I thought was a
person trying to crawl out of the ditch.  Well not out of the ditch, it was
full of snow, more like over the snow bank and to the road.  At first I
didn't know what it was but as I got closer I could make out the outline of
body trying to get my attention.  The snow was blowing and it was some
bitterly cold.  Fortunately I was not going very fast and I had time to
react.  I stopped, put on the four way flashers, and piled out.  It was a
lad about 14 and he looked like he had been run over by a big truck, except
no tire treads were on his chest.  His right eye was swollen shut, his face
was bruised and his nose had been bleeding.  His clothing was tattered and
he sure as hell was not dressed for the cold and snow.  He had no gloves or
boots and his hands looked frost bitten already.

I carried him to the Jeep and setting him in the passenger's seat, climbed
in and turned the heater on as high as it would go.  For some reason I hit
the trip meter before I started up.  He did not speak and I figured he
didn't need too either.  It was obvious someone had beat the hell out of
him and since this stretch of road had no houses along it, dumped him.  I
think he was a pretty boy but it was hard to tell.  He had long, light
brown hair and I think hazel eyes.  The left one was hazel anyway.

Like I said before, if you are going to kill someone, do it fast and clean.
He groaned a few times and passed out.  The snow was coming faster and
harder now, so I had to slow it down even more just to see the road.  I
figured I would miss my classes, but I only have three lectures, so it's
not life and death for me.  It just might be for this boy.  I was just not
sure what to do.  I did not want to get involved with this and I sure as
hell didn't need any attention, from any source, being drawn to Andy and
me.

My mind was racing, examining all my options.  This was the kind of work I
would have expected my former biker associates to do.  I wondered, could he
have offended one of the locals.  They were not the same group, in fact
they were the same gang, not the same people, that killed my former boss.
At least they had the decency to just shoot him.  Five or six times mind
you, but it was quick, if not clean.  He started to come around again as we
entered the Point.

"Not the hospital," he choked.  "Please don't, he will kill me this time."
I pulled over into a strip mall parking lot.

"You need medical attention son.  If not the hospital, then where?"

"I don't know," he sobbed, "he will be watching and I know he will kill me
this time.  He sure tried last night."

"What about the cops, won't they protect you?"

"Hell no, he's one of them."

"Oh.  Ah, state or local?"

"Local, here in the Point."

"What about a private doctor?"

He passed out again.  I just sat a few seconds, picked up my cell phone and
made the call.  I don't know why, I just had to.  Dr. Simon Strommer was
incredulous at first, but once I explained it a little he agreed to my
idea.  I drove to his office and parked in the back.  Simon came down and
opened the back door, helping me get the boy, I still didn’t
even know his name, up the back stairs to his second floor office.  Before
I even got my coat off he handed me a camera.  It was a film type with a
built in flash and a date and time stamp.  He wanted me to take pictures of
everything.

"There is more film in the cabinet, over there if you need it," he informed
me.

I took off my coat and gloves as he laid the lad on the examination table.
Simon pulled a recording device from his pocket and turned it on.

"This is Dr. Simon Strommer in my office with Matias Maki and, what's your
name son?"

"Grover Anderson," he said with a moan.

"It is February 5, 2005 at 10:25 am, Central Standard Time.  Matias will
assist me and make a photographic record of Grover's condition, as
described."

He turned off the machine.  "Grover, I am going to take off your clothing
and give you a careful examination.  Then we will know better how to treat
you.  Let's get your jacket and shoes off before we start.  I will ask you
some questions and you must try and give me honest answers."

"I...I'm....I'm afraid sir.  I know he will try and kill me again and I
don't think I can fight any more.  Please don't let him hurt me any more.
Please..."

"No one will hurt you Grover, not any more.  Matias and I will see to that.
Won't we, Matie?"

I didn't want to make any commitments but since I had played the part of
the "Good Samaritan" this far, I agreed.  Grover asked for some water and
Simon handed him a small cup admonishing him to drink it slowly.  He opened
the office door and went out for a few seconds and came back in, with his
receptionist.

Simon told her to measure him and after she canceled the appointments for
the day to go and fetch Grover a complete set of clothing, shoes and socks
to parka.  He looked at me and I at him.  Some how I knew what he wanted.
We both reached for our wallets and handed her about $600 cash between us.
She recorded the exact amounts and left.  I still didn't know her name.
"All of this is evidence," he said to me, as be began stuffing the jacket
into a large garbage bag.

This was just like CSI, I thought.  Simon talked into the machine and I
photographed.  He asked me for frame numbers that corresponded to his
descriptions.  Soon Grover was in his undies and then naked and I took
another roll documenting him from head to toe.  Simon checked for bruising
around his genitals.  I got a couple of nice shots of his half erect 4.5 to
5" penis.  No bruises.  His back side was different.  There were several
toe marks on his butt and it looked like a full shoe print on his back.
Fortunately, there were no broken bones.  He would be very tender for a
while.

Simon was concerned about internal injuries.  Simon got a basin of warm
water and carefully and tenderly washed his body.  I could see blisters
forming on his ear lobes, cheeks, nose, lips and fingers.  First degree
frost bite, Simon told me.  Grover's right eye started to open a bit and it
too was hazel.  He had several scrapes on his forehead and scalp.  Simon
covered him with a blanket and after more photographs he very gently washed
his face.  His nose was now back to normal except for the water blister on
its' end.  I sure hope he has little need to blow it for the next few days.
I was quite surprised when Simon lanced the blisters and then covered them
with something that looked like liquid plastic.  He described in long
medical terms, everything he was doing.  Once done, Grover was in much less
discomfort.

"Grover, were you sexually assaulted or just physically?"  he asked.

"Just physically, the bastard is only into girls, since they don't fight
back," he snarled.

Ms Pinkowski knocked on the door and was admitted.  Much to Grover's
embarrassment.  He was naked but under the blanket.  She smiled saying she
hoped everything fit and departed.  It did too.  Now that he was dressed in
nice clean clothes he looked quite handsome.  Even with tender lips he
spoke with a clear purposeful voice and his smile was most engaging, when
ever he managed to force one.  Simon made a quick call and after finding
out what kind of pizza we wanted, relayed it and hung up.

"Mr. Arnold from the State Attorney's office will be here in 30 with the
pizza," he said.  Grover was visibly shaken.

"Look Grover," I said, "you can't let the bastard get away with this and
the State Attorney and State Police will protect you."

"I have known Leon Arnold since university and let me assure you Grover, he
will not only protect you but he will take great delight in seeing whoever
did this to you, spends a long and uncomfortable time in Wapon.  Now tell
me a bit about your medical history, any allergies or adverse drug
reactions in your history?  Do you have a family Doctor, you know things
like that?"  Simon asked.

I wanted to excuse myself and head for my 1 pm class but Simon insisted I
stay.  Mr. Arnold breezed in, pizzas and pop in his hands, set them down
and did a complete double take.  His face turned bright red and for a
moment I thought he would explode.  So did Grover.  "What the hell Simon,
this boy should be in the hospital, not your office.  Hi, I'm Leon Arnold,"
he thrust his hand out to me.  I took it.

"I'm Matias Maki and this is Grover Anderson."  Leon is a huge man, I am
sure he was a football player in his pre legal life.  He dropped to one
knee right in front of Grover's chair and presented his hand in an kind of
half cup shape so Grover could press his over it and not get his tender
fingers squeezed.

He looked Grover right in the eyes, "Grover Anderson, I promise you all the
protection the State of Wisconsin can deliver plus the three of us.  You,
son, are now better protected than the president.  When I get my hands on
the bastard that did this he will not just think the whole UW secondary ran
over him, he will know they did."  Grover smiled a huge smile even if it
hurt a bit.  We ate and reviewed the evidence.  Leon and I went to the Jeep
to check the odometer and looked for any other evidence.  I handed him the
film and Simon his recorded notes and then he started his interview with
Grover.

In brief, his story is, his sort of step father, he never adopted him or
his sister, a rather authoritarian and abusive man, had slapped his mother
around and was attempting to rape his older sister when Grover jumped on
him.  The fellow, one Regnald Worsted beat him and took him in his squad
car out of the city and dumped him in the snow bank, where I had found him.
According to Grover the man never liked him, thought him a sissy.  Grover
kind of hung his head when he said this.

I could see Leon was incensed at this and in his deep base voice told
Grover, "So what does that have to do with anything.  I would rather be
anything but a coward and only a coward thinks beating up or raping
children is acceptable behavior.  I don't know if you are a sissy or not
but you my boy, are one brave lad.  I'll take a team of brave sissies over
a team of cowards any time, any place, at any game.  I'm sure he would try
and kill you if he could, but he can't.  I am sure you are afraid of him
and you should be; you did not let your fear stop you from doing what you
thought was right.  That is what heroes are made of and that's what bravery
is all about.

Now this is our plan.  I will get the state cops to investigate your
absence from school.  That will give us all the excuses needed to check up
on your mom and sister.  Once we know they are safe, I will go after that
bastard for attempted murder, child abuse and anything else I can think of.
In the mean time you two must keep Grover under medical observation.  Simon
is obligated to report physical abuse of a child to Social Services.  File
your report Simon, with this man in three days," He wrote a name on a paper
and handed it to him, "Matias do you have a lawyer?"  I told him.

"Good we were classmates; he is like us you know."

I wondered what that was to mean but didn't ask.

"From now on you will not talk to anyone and I mean anyone about this,
unless he is present, got it.  You too Grover."  He handed him some money.
"When Carlton gets here give him this as a retainer.  Better get him over
here ASAP."

I was not quite sure what all this was about and I sure as hell didn't like
being dragged into this mess without even being asked.  Then it dawned on
me.  Simon should have reported Andy's sexual activity but he didn't.  In
fact, he didn't even question it.  It was obvious that Leon did not want
Social Services involved in this, at least not until Reggy had been dealt
with and the mother and sister were safe.  Okay, they had me and I had no
choice but to go along.  They were also playing a little loose with the
rules.  What came next just confirmed it.

I was in up to my neck and I had no way out.  "Social Services will appoint
a Child Advocate as soon as charges are filed.  They can work with Carlton.
I think you should not just stop at criminal charges but go after the
bastard for everything he has.  The Child Advocate can't do that, Carlton
can.  He can also keep him out of the group home system.  Grover you will
go and spend a few days visiting with Matias and his brother, Andy.  The
Makis live in Amherst on a lake and they have lots of room.  It is far
enough away to be safe and not too far for Simon, Carlton and I to visit."

How the hell did they know this stuff?  I was wondering if I had been set
up or if they had been setting me up and Grover just lucked into the thing.
Simon just got on the phone and called Carlton.  Leon looked at his
Blackberry and his face turned as white as a ghost.  He stammered a bit and
rushed out the door, saying, "I'll just be a minute."  Simon and I looked
at each other and at Grover.  We both knew something very disturbing had
just been sent to Leon.  Something that probably involved Grover.

Simon went about his trade, giving Grover some pain killers and
anti-inflammatories.  I talked about how much Andy will enjoy having a
guest close to his own age.  Grover was just a bit confused.  He sure never
thought when he signaled me for help that he would get anything like this.
Little did he know what lay in store for him.  Little did I know what lay
in store for all of us. Carlton came rushing in with tears in his eyes.  I
was quite taken aback.

"You must be Grover, I'm Carlton."

Grover handed him the folded money.  "I'm supposed to give you this and
retain your services."

"Yes, done."  Carlton took the money pushed it in his pocket and dropped
into a chair.  "Hello Matte, Simon.  Leon will be right in with some news
that will I think change everything.  Simon I think you had better call
that Social Services number now and get Fred over here.  No I'll do it."

He punched in a number on his cell.

"Fred, this is Carlton.  I have a client that needs your help right
now... His name is Grover Anderson...  Haven't you been listening to the
news?  Yes the same boy. Now Fred... Oh, we are all here in Simon's
office... No, don't bring anyone else, just come by yourself, we will fill
you in when you get here."  Leon came in.  "I just called Fred over, he is
on his way."

"Grover I'm afraid I have some news, part good, most not," Leon said.

"The good news first, please."

"Reginald Worsted, is on the run.  He is being charged with murder and
attempted murder.  We think he is heading for Canada.  Michigan and
Minnesota are cooperating with Wisconsin to track him down.  The OPP have
officers in the Sioux and some are heading south of Thunder Bay as of ten
minutes ago."  He hesitated.  "The bad news is your mother and sister were
his victims.  I'm sorry to just lay this on you son."

"It's alright...sniff, I was afraid that had happened... sniff, sniff... I
should have been there. I should have tried to stop the bastard..."  Now he
was crying uncontrollably.  I put my arm around his shoulder and eased him
against my body.

"You did all you could Grover.  Because you did what you did, he panicked.
He has undone himself and it was you that caused it."

"How, when, sniff," Grover asked?

"After he dumped you, thinking you would not survive, he returned to the
house and shot them.  He didn't even try and cover his tracks.  He just got
in his own car and headed out of town.  The local cops discovered the crime
about the same time as Matte was pulling you out of that snow bank," Leo
advised. Grover was inconsolable and crying and putting himself on a guilt
trip of major proportions.  None of us could do much but let him go on.
Fred Wolf from Social Services eventually showed up.  I took Grover into
the other room while, they all talked.  I talked to him as best I could.

"Grover do you trust me?"  I asked.

"Sure Matte, you saved my life."

"Okay, now listen to what I am going to tell you, and trust me enough to
just accept it.  I know a boy who saw his mother beaten to death and then
he saw the man that did that shot and killed.  He was kidnapped or better
put rescued, by some equally bad people and taken a long way from his home.
Today he is happy and secure and never even thinks of those terrible times.
I know this for a fact and I know you too will get through this and come
out on top, just like he did.  You got to trust me Grover.  Now I'm not
telling you not to feel bad or to cry or express you emotions.  You are
expected to do that.  I am telling you that you have friends.  People who
care about you."

"But what do they want from me Matte, what do you want from me?"

"That's a fair question.  I can only guess about the others but I can tell
you what I want.  I want you to grow up to be the best person you are
capable of being.  I want you to be in a position to take advantage of the
opportunities life presents.  I want you to have the same chance I had, to
just be yourself, not what anyone else thinks you should be.  Look kid, no
man is an island.  We all need other people and we are all needed by others
too."

While I was telling him this the pop song The One And Only, by Chesney
Hawkes, a British Indy artist came to mind.  I'm not much of a singer but I
sang it to him anyway. [CHESNEY HAWKES THE ONE AND ONLY - 30/03/1991 (5
weeks at #1 - 16 weeks on chart)
	'I am the one and only, oh yeah
	Call me, call me by my name or call me by number
	You put me through it
	I'll still be doing it the way I do it
	And yet, you try to make me forget
	Who I really am, don't tell me I know best
	I'm not the same as all the rest I am the one and only
	Nobody I'd rather be I am the one and only
	You can't take that away from me
	I've been a player in the crowd scene
	A flicker on the big screen
	My soul embraces one more in a million faces
	High hopes and aspirations, and years above my station
	Maybe but all this time I've tried to walk with dignity and pride
	I am the one and only
	Nobody I'd rather be I am the one and only
	You can't take that away from me
	I can't wear this uniform without some compromises
	Because you'll find out that we come In different shapes and sizes
	No one can be myself like I can
	For this job I'm the best man
	And while this may be true
	You are the one and only you I am the one and only
	Nobody I'd rather be I am the one and only
	You can't take that away from me
	I am the one and only
	Nobody I'd rather be I am the one and only
	You can't take that away from me]

"I know why the others are all helping, it is their jobs but why you?"
Grover asked.

"Well, I think you are wrong about them.  Sure it is partly because it is
their job but I think they are all doing or are prepared to go way beyond
that.  For me, I helped you and will continue to help you, because if I was
in a tough position, I know I would need help.  It's that old saying, what
comes around goes around.  If I'm not prepared to help others, why would
they help me?  No guarantee of course but the chances of getting something
are one hell of a lot better if you have or will give yourself.  You know
you can't win the lottery if you don't buy a ticket.  Well life is like
that too.  It's like anything else.  Right now you need help from us, so we
give it.  Some day someone will need help from you.  What will you do? You
will give it."

I sure a hell wasn't going to tell him the others left me no choice or that
this group was only interested in his ass.  Perhaps that is just a bit
harsh.