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Operation Angel Rescue
by
Erastes
Copyright 2019 by Erastes
Chapter
2 – Getting Acquainted.
When we eventually reached our destination, I stopped to check if there was anything in my mailbox first, before starting up the long driveway to the house. The kid’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he started looking around.
“This is where you live?” he gasped in amazement. He had barely seen anything by this point, just the long driveway, an open field in front of us, a rather large pond on the right, and a huge wooded area on the left.
“Yes, this is the place I like to call home.”
“Is it a ranch or something?”
“Not really, although I do own quite a bit of land, but other than the house there are only a couple of other buildings. There’s no barn and I don’t have any animals, because I didn’t feel I’d have the time to take care of them properly.”
I’d been glancing in his direction while I was speaking to him, but I wasn’t sure if he’d even heard what I said. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if any of the information was of interest to him, even though he had asked the question.
“How big is this place? It looks enormous.”
His head was pivoting on his neck like a radar scanner gone berserk as he attempted to examine everything we passed. It almost seemed as if he was afraid he might miss even one minute detail of what was there.
“I own about 960 acres, but the best part is that it’s abutted against nearly 10,000 acres of government land, so it looks far larger than it actually is. We can go on the government land as well, as long as we don’t do anything illegal.”
He suddenly looked down at his lap and a sheepish expression crossed his face when I said this. Belatedly, it made me realize that I’d inadvertently made him think about what he’d been picked up for and why he was currently with me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I merely meant you can’t hunt illegally, do any logging, or things of that nature.”
He looked a bit relieved after I’d clarified my statement and eventually he spoke again. “Are you rich or something?”
“Let’s just say that I’m comfortable. Ok?”
He nodded in response, but as we drew closer to the house he began to ask even more questions. “Wow, that’s neat. I’ve never been in a log cabin before.”
“Well, it’s not exactly the old frontier type of log cabin. It was built specifically for me, and I had more than a few extras included.”
“That’s cool, and its way better than what I expected.”
I hit the button on the remote garage door opener and pulled inside as soon as there was enough of a gap to enter. He was suddenly excited again.
“I can’t believe it. You have a four-wheeler too?” His eyes were nearly popping from their sockets as he visually inspected the ATV in the other bay of the garage.
“Yes, I use it to get around the place, because it takes too long to walk to most areas. Some of the terrain is pretty rugged too, but the ATV can take me most places I need to go.”
“Can you take me out on it sometime?”
“Well, if you continue to fill me in about yourself then I’ll take you out either later today or tomorrow. Would that be agreeable with you?”
“Yeah, I can live with that.” He appeared slightly dejected that he would have to wait, but he seemed resigned to his fate as I led him into the house.
“Oh, man. This place is awesome,” he commented as he looked around. “It’s huge.”
“Thank you for your vote of approval.” I enjoyed watching his reaction as he checked out the great room, kitchen, and dining area.
“I didn’t know log cabins could be this nice inside, but except for seeing the logs for walls, it looks just like a regular house. It’s one of the nicest homes I’ve ever seen, even on TV or in the movies.”
“Well, thank you again, and I’m glad you approve.”
“Approve? This is unbelievable. It makes my old house look like it wouldn’t even be good enough to be the servants’ quarters here.” Hmmm, he just gave me a little more insight into his private life.
“Would you like to tell me about that?” I asked, hoping he’d let his guard down even more and share a few more details about his home life. He stared at me for a few seconds, but then he finally nodded.
“It’s the house my mother and step-father live in, but it’s nothing like this place. It’s not my home any more, so I don’t really care about it any longer. It was old, small, and not very nice, and I hope I never see it again.”
“Why’s that?” I countered, trying to get a little more information.
“I’ll tell you later, but now I want to see your whole house. Ok?”
“Sure, kiddo. You’ve done your job, so now I’ll do mine. By the way, what’s your name? I can’t continue calling you kiddo all the time, now can I?”
“Kota,” he whispered.
“Yoda?” I asked, puzzled. “You mean like the character in the Star Wars movies?”
He began to giggle. “Not Yoda, silly. I said Kota.”
He enunciated more clearly this time and said it much louder so I was able to understand him. “That’s an unusual name. Is it short for something?”
He eyed me suspiciously again before responding. “Yeah, my real name is Dakota, but I only use it when I have to.”
“Why? I think Dakota is a wonderful name. Unique, strong, and it gives you a feeling of a raw, native strength.”
“Even after seeing me?” he countered, giving me a disbelieving look. I assumed he was referring to his slight build. “And you haven’t had to listen to the jokes that I’ve heard about my name.”
“Jokes? Such as?” It didn’t seem as if he wanted to tell me, but I think he remembered that he’d promised to cooperate so I’d give him a ride on the four-wheeler.
“Like is that North or South Dakota? Or is it top…” he stopped short and clamped his hands over his mouth. His eyes nearly jettisoned from their sockets when he realized that he’d nearly shared more than he wanted. Now, I just had to figure out what he’d almost said and why he thought it would have been so damning.
I decided to ignore it for now and took him on a tour of the house instead. I didn’t want to interrogate him and make him feel as if he was dangling from a hook and needed to explain what he’d nearly said. I felt it would be better to give him a chance to relax and feel more at ease first, and then possibly he’d share that information with me on his own. If it didn’t happen, then I’d merely pursue his last comment at an appropriate time, but for now I thought it would be best if he became acquainted with his new home.
I showed him the downstairs first, which consisted of the great room (or living room), the dining area, and the large kitchen, along with the family room. It was divided from the rest of the living area by another wall and there was a large fireplace directly across from the entrance. I then took him to see the laundry room and half bath, and once he’d seen everything on the lower level, I took him upstairs and showed him the bedrooms next.
I don’t know why I’d chosen to have such a large house constructed when I first purchased the land and decided to live here. I knew I’d be living alone, but I guess subconsciously I might have thought that
I’d invite friends from college or high school to come spend time with me, possibly even spend their vacations here. I also planned on having parties at the house and inviting lots of friends and people I worked with, and there was always the chance that some of them might become inebriated and have to spend the night. Who knows, I might have also thought that one day I would find a nice guy to marry and then we’d adopt and have a family of our own.
There were four other bedrooms, in addition to the master bedroom, and they were all quite large and fully furnished, and I showed Dakota each of them. I explained which one was my bedroom and allowed him to look around a bit. The master bedroom was above the family room and it had a fireplace as well, which immediately drew Dakota’s attention. After he had time to check it out, I let him do the same with the other bedrooms, along with the two bathrooms that they shared, before I gave him the choice of any of them.
He seemed a bit overwhelmed by this simple gesture and said he’d never had a room as nice as any of them, so he’d be happy no matter which room I let him use. Even though he seemed to be asking me to make the choice for him, I insisted that he pick the one he’d prefer. Eventually he resigned himself to do as I asked and kept walking in and out of the remaining bedrooms as he attempted to decide which one he liked best. Finally, he looked at me and announced his decision.
“Ok, I’ll take this one next to yours. I love the bed and there’s a great view from the window.” I grinned at his reasoning.
“Ok, then that’s your room for now, and if the door is closed then I’ll knock and wait for permission before I enter. Does that sound fair?”
“But it’s your house,” he protested, mildly, “so you should be able to go in there anytime you want.”
“That’s true when the door is open or I know you’re not inside, but I will respect your privacy and knock when you’re inside.”
“Ok, and I’ll let you pick which bathroom you want to use and then I’ll use the other one,” he offered as sort of a compromise.
“I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but my room has its own bathroom, so you can use either one. You’ll merely have to share them with any guests who might stay over.”
He looked puzzled. “I didn’t see a bathroom in your bedroom.”
“That’s probably because you were spending so much time looking at the fireplace. The bathroom is behind the door in the far corner. Come on and I’ll show you.”
I led him back to my bedroom, but this time I opened the bathroom door and gave him a quick look inside. Once he’d seen it, I opened another door to show him my large, walk-in closet. When I turned around, his mouth was hanging open.
“Damn, your closet is as big as my bedroom was at my old house,” he gasped, still not believing how large it was.
“Yes, I know. Others have had similar reactions when they first saw it. Did you check out the closet in your room, because that’s pretty big too?”
He shook his head and I signaled him to follow me so I could show him the closet. When I opened the door to it, his mouth dropped open. His closet was only about a third the size of mine, and on one wall there were a series of drawers that would take the place of a dresser and chest of drawers. There were also shelves that he could place his shoes or other items, and on the other side were bars he could use to hang his clothes.
“But I don’t got hardly anything to put in there. It’s too much wasted space, so I’d better take one of the other bedrooms.”
“I’m afraid it won’t make a difference, because the other bedrooms have closets about the same size.” He just stood there and gawked at me, as if he didn’t believe what I just told him. “I can show you if you’d like, but I’m telling you the truth. Besides, you may end up with more things over time, so why don’t you just stay put in this room.”
He didn’t respond, so I guess he’d silently resigned himself to stay there, but his comment made me do some thinking. “You know, it didn’t dawn on me before, but you didn’t bring anything with you. Where are all your clothes and other things?”
“What little I have is hidden back in the city, near where I slept the last night I was there. I had to always hide my stuff so other people wouldn’t steal it.”
“Hmmm, maybe you should have told me this before I brought you here. Now you have nothing else to wear.”
My comment caused him to look both sad and scared at the same time, as if he had done something wrong or that he’d disappointed me. He might have even been worried that I was going to punish him for it, so I decided to let him know that wasn’t going to happen.
“Ok, this is what we’ll do then. Tonight after you get ready for bed I’ll take all your clothes and wash them, and then they’ll be clean for you to wear again tomorrow. After breakfast, we’ll drive back into the city and pick up your things, and then we’ll drive over to the mall and pick up whatever else you might need. Does that sound all right to you?”
“Uh, you don’t have to go to the mall for me. I can just use the stuff I have.”
“You let me be the judge of that. When we pick up your things I’ll check out what you have first, and then I’ll decide what else you still need. We’ll purchase those items before we return, and then you should be all set.”
“I’m tellin’ you that ya don’t have to spend any money on me. It’s more than enough that you’re lettin’ me stay here with you in this awesome house.” He was being very sincere, so I could tell he’d been taught not to impose on other people’s kindness, as well as always being polite.
“Look, I have no problem doing these things for you, and I’m glad I’m able to. There are often times in our lives when we depend on the kindness and generosity of friends and even strangers, and I’m just offering you that chance now. It’s not charity, but merely a chance to overcome the obstacles that put you here in the first place. You don’t owe me anything for it, because I’m doing it as a personal favor so you can get a fresh start.”
“But why do you want to do all of this for me? You don’t even know me. Well, at least you didn’t before this mornin’.”
“That’s true, and it started out as a favor for my friend, the cop who was with us at the police station.”
“But I didn’t know him either.”
“I also understand that, but he’s seen a lot of kids who have come through his station and he thought you were a boy who didn’t belong there. He’s usually pretty good at reading people, so I trusted his judgment and agreed to help you out.”
“But why did he think that about me? I wouldn’t even talk to him.”
“Like I said, he’s pretty good at reading people, and not just from the things they tell him. He reads other clues too, and he saw something in you that he felt was worth helping. That’s why he called me and asked if I’d be willing to help you as well.”
“And you said yes even before you met me?”
“No, not exactly. I told him I’d come down and meet you first, and then I’d let him know if I thought I could help. After meeting you, I also felt you were worth taking a chance on, so here we are.” He looked down at his feet as I was speaking.
“Thank you for doing that, but I probably don’t deserve it.”
“Why would you say a thing like that?”
I was floored that he’d just said this, and he remained with his eyes glued to the floor and didn’t respond. I knew he felt he must have done something very bad, and I guessed it was the reason he’d been offering to sell himself to stay alive.
“Well, that doesn’t matter now. Why don’t we go outside and I’ll give you a quick ride around some of this place? It will take too long for you to see it all, but I can give you a quick ride around some of it on the four-wheeler, so that might be fun.”
He smiled at me, and I took it to mean he was accepting my offer. I walked out to the garage where the SUV and four-wheeler were parked, and Dakota followed right behind me. I grabbed a helmet and handed it to him while urging him to put it on, and I put on my helmet too. I then got on the four-wheeler and started it before instructing him to get on behind me. Once he was in place, I told him to wrap his arms around my chest so he didn’t slide off, and then I took him out for a quick tour of the immediate surroundings.
When we started out, I took him over to the trail that wound through the wooded area between the government land and my property first. We followed it for a couple of miles until we came to the top of a hill, and then I chose to follow the crystal clear creek that ran down the hillside and meandered through my property. I couldn’t see how Dakota was reacting to any of this, but I tried to point out a few things along the way. However, I could feel his helmet as it brushed across my back multiple times whenever he turned his head to look from one side to the other along the way. I stopped at one point and asked how he liked it so far, and he could barely gasp out his comment.
“It’s… it’s great! And all of this land is yours?”
“No, the land on the left side of the trail was government land before we turned along the creek, but you seldom find any people out here at all. Most of the time all you’ll ever see is the wildlife that makes this place its home, mostly deer, rabbits, squirrels, and some birds, but you never see them when you’re on the four-wheeler. It makes too much noise and scares them off long before you get close enough to spot them. Sometime we’ll walk out here and see what we can discover. Would you like that?”
“Yeah, it sounds cool.” He paused and I could tell something was bothering him. Finally he let me know what it was. “But how long will I be staying here?”
“Well, that would probably be up to you. If you get to the point where you think you’re ready to go back home then I’ll make sure we do it before you leave, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you need.”
“But what about school? And you have to work, don’t you?”
“Well, school might be a problem, but I work at the school so we might be able to get around any potential problems if you’re still here in the fall.”
“Oh, you work at a school. What do you do there?”
“I’m the school psychologist. Don’t you remember I told you that before?”
“I guess not. There’s been so much going on that I musta forget some of it.”
“That’s ok. There’s no rush to remember everything.”
Now that we’d finished chatting, I started following the creek again, and since we were going downhill Dakota’s body was pressed even more tightly against mine. I could feel his body heat against my own as his slender frame pressed against my back and his arms wrapped tightly about my chest. It was almost as if we were now just one body sitting astride a recreational machine.
When we reached the spot where I’d partially diverted the creek so it would fill the pond we’d passed when we first arrived, I followed that fork until we were near the pond. At that point I sped across the field to reach the driveway and then I followed it back to the house. I was mildly disappointed when we had to separate and I could no longer feel his body pressed firmly against mine. It made me wonder if this was anything like what the mother of a newborn went through when suffering from postpartum depression.
It was starting to get late by the time I drove the ATV into the garage and we headed into the house, so I was certain Dakota was probably getting hungry again. As soon as we were inside, I mentally thought about what I could fix for dinner, and then I explained the options to Dakota. He liked the idea of having pizza the best, so I took a frozen deep-dish pizza out of the freezer and popped it into the oven. I also fixed each of us a salad to go along with it, and then I asked if he wanted water or lemon-aide to drink. He said water would be fine, so that’s what we both had. I also keep several different kinds of salad dressing in the fridge, since I had a salad with nearly every meal and liked to use different dressings depending on what I was having with it. He chose the Thousand Island dressing, so I went along and had the same thing.
As we sat down at the table, I was hoping that I’d be able to find out a little more about him before we went to bed. During dinner he began to open up a little more and told me he was thirteen and would turn fourteen in the fall. He also advised me that his last name was Frost, so I jokingly asked if his father’s first name was Jack. He didn’t catch the joke and merely said no, but he continued to open up further and filled me in about more of his background.
He said his father’s first name was Harold, but his parents divorced when he was three and he’d only seen his father a few times since then. He explained that his father used to show up once a year for an hour or two, but after his mother remarried those visits had grown further apart until his dad stopped showing up at all.
He then told me his mother’s name was Ann Marie Loftus, and his stepfather was the reason he ran away. He wouldn’t tell me the details just yet, and I wasn’t about to pressure him because I knew he’d fill me in when he thought the time was right. In fact, I was surprised he had given me this much information already. Young people tend to be more trusting and less cynical than those of us who have had the benefit of years of betrayal and disappointment, and even though he’d had some rough times, he remained open. I had a feeling the ride on the ATV might have made him trust me a little more, which was one of the reasons I took him out on it.
After we finished eating he helped me clear off the table and even offered to do the dishes, but I told him we only had to rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher. He hadn’t noticed that before either, but I think he was happy it was there.
Once we finished taking care of everything, I asked what he wanted to do next. I didn’t have anything special for someone his age, but he said he didn’t care. He merely said it was nice to just be able to sit inside and not have to worry about what he was going to eat or where he would find a safe place to sleep. I knew this meant he’d been on his own for a while then, and it must have been really hard for someone his age to manage. Unfortunately, I suspected something really bad must have happened to make him take off on his own, and I couldn’t wait to discover what had prompted him to run away.
“Would you like to watch television? I don’t usually turn it on very often, but I have a satellite connection with a zillion channels. Don’t ask me why I pay to have them, since I seldom even turn the dang thing on, except when I’m stuck inside for long periods of time, like during the winter. I prefer to be outdoors whenever I can.”
“Yeah, TV is fine, and I like the outdoors too, just as long as I don’t have to sleep there every night.”
I nodded in understanding, knowing how relieved he must feel since he now had a place to stay where he felt safe. We ended up watching some sitcom, his choice, and when it ended he came over and handed me the remote, telling me it was my turn to choose. I tried to explain that I didn’t really care to watch anything and I was merely keeping him company, but he wouldn’t let me get out of having a turn of my own. He sat down beside me on the sofa as I browsed the programming lineup, and after reading through it for a couple of minutes I finally decided on watching the movie ‘Gladiator’. I’d heard many good things about, but had never seen it before, so I thought this might be the perfect opportunity.
By the time I realized it might be a little too gory for my houseguest, we were both hooked on it. I pushed the pause button so I could question him about it and he assured me he was fine with watching it, but he snuggled up against me during some of the gorier scenes. Possibly he did this to make himself feel a little safer, and he even buried his face in my chest a couple of times when it got really bloody. By the time the movie ended, I had my arm wrapped around his slender shoulders as I attempted to let him know he was safe and nothing bad would happen to him here.
As the final credits began to scroll up the screen, I turned it off and suggested to Dakota that it was time for him to get cleaned up and ready for bed. I informed him there were towels in the linen closet that was located behind the bathroom door, and he could just drop his clothes outside on the floor while he was showering. I said I would come up to get them while he was washing up and then I’d run them through the washer and dryer so he’d have clean clothes to put on in the morning.
I even gave him one of my tee-shirts to wear, one with the logo of my favorite college football team on it, even though I knew it would be much too large for him. I also informed him that he could grab a second towel and wrap it around his waist once he was dry, and then he could put the shirt on over it to cover up everything else. That way he wouldn’t have to remain naked.
When he finished his shower and came downstairs again, he looked much better than he had earlier, and he also didn’t look quite as lost and forlorn as when I’d first met him. I could immediately tell that he didn’t have a towel wrapped around his waist, but my shirt hung down to his thighs and covered everything anyway, but I could see the bulge from his dick resting against it.
He came in and sat in a chair so he could talk to me, and he followed me out to the laundry room when I went out to switch his clothes from the washer to the dryer. I told him we could go to bed and get those things in the morning, or he could stay up until they were dry. He said he’d be all right in my shirt for the night, so we went up to our bedrooms, with him going into his room as I went into mine.
I wasn’t sleepy, but I got ready for bed anyway, and then I propped up the pillows against the headboard so I could read for a while first. This was something I normally did before going to bed and I’d been reading for about ten minutes when I heard a light knock on the door.
“You can come in.”
When Dakota walked into my room he was stark naked. I wasn’t sure what to say or how to react, so I just remained quiet, although my mouth was more than likely hanging slightly open.
“I’m here to pay you back for being so nice to me,” he announced, breaking the silence.
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